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In a post-apocalyptic United States David
Perkins, a common man with an Air Force warehouseman background is
plunged into a lawless environment fraught with danger. His only
option is to surrender to the aggressors, or fight back and over
time he forms bonds with the only available people he can find who
are not being packaged and sent north - women.
Army and Marine Corps trained women have escaped the net and join
forces with Perkins, finding him to be a brilliant unconventional
thinker, capable of out-smarting the enemy.
Collectively, they live off the land and begin staging militant
rescues of other prisoners and escapees.
The Alpha Mike series of books are harsh, adult, filled with
disaster, contagion, weather events, killing, death, tragedy, and
the realities of living in a country that has been plunged two
hundred years into the past.
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Alpha Mike One - Four to Six continues the saga of David Perkins,
through a post-apocalyptic United States after a series of events
plunge the country into total anarchy. Perkins forms a small clan of
fighters made up mostly of women with military experience. This is
book two of a series In a post-apocalyptic United States David
Perkins, a common man with an Air Force warehouseman background is
plunged into a lawless environment fraught with danger. His only
option is to surrender to the aggressors, or fight back and over
time he forms bonds with the only available people he can find who
are not being packaged and sent north - women.
Army and Marine Corps trained women have escaped the net and join
forces with Perkins, finding him to be a brilliant unconventional
thinker, capable of out-smarting the enemy.
Collectively, they live off the land and begin staging militant
rescues of other prisoners and escapees. This is book two covering
the fourth through sixth year after the "Sickness" plunged the
country into chaos.
The Alpha Mike series of books are harsh, adult, filled with
disaster, contagion, weather events, killing, death, tragedy, and
the realities of living in a country that has been plunged two
hundred years into the past.
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Alpha Mike One - Seven to Nine continues the
saga of David Perkins, through a post-apocalyptic United States
after a series of events plunge the country into total anarchy.
Perkins forms a small clan of fighters made up mostly of women with
military experience. This is book three of the series. In a
post-apocalyptic United States David Perkins, a common man with an
Air Force warehouseman background is plunged into a lawless
environment fraught with danger. His only option is to surrender to
the aggressors, or fight back and over time he forms bonds with the
only available people he can find who are not being packaged and
sent north - women.
Army and Marine Corps trained women have escaped the net and join
forces with Perkins, finding him to be a brilliant unconventional
thinker, capable of out-smarting the enemy.
Collectively, they live off the land and begin staging militant
rescues of other prisoners and escapees. This is book two covering
the seventh through ninth year after the "Sickness" plunged the
country into chaos.
The Alpha Mike series of books are harsh, adult, filled with
disaster, contagion, weather events, killing, death, tragedy, and
the realities of living in a country that has been plunged two
hundred years into the past.
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Alpha Mike One - Ten to Twelve concludes the
saga of David Perkins, through a post-apocalyptic United States
after a series of events plunge the country into total anarchy.
Perkins forms a small clan of fighters made up mostly of women with
military experience. This is book three of the series. In a
post-apocalyptic United States David Perkins, a common man with an
Air Force warehouseman background is plunged into a lawless
environment fraught with danger. His only option is to surrender to
the aggressors, or fight back and over time he forms bonds with the
only available people he can find who are not being packaged and
sent north - women.
Army and Marine Corps trained women have escaped the net and join
forces with Perkins, finding him to be a brilliant unconventional
thinker, capable of out-smarting the enemy.
Collectively, they live off the land and begin staging militant
rescues of other prisoners and escapees. This is book two covering
the seventh through ninth year after the "Sickness" plunged the
country into chaos.
The Alpha Mike series of books are harsh, adult, filled with
disaster, contagion, weather events, killing, death, tragedy, and
the realities of living in a country that has been plunged two
hundred years into the past.
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Tommy Morris was medically discharged from the
US Air Force after numerous tours in the Middle East as a decorated
Pararescue turned sniper. Overcome by nightmares and PTSD he seeks
counseling and on his road to recovery, takes a clandestine job as a
Finisher for the Harris County DA's office. The adrenaline and
fantastic money lead him directly into the dark folds of Houston�s
human trafficking
Tommy Nguyen Morris was raised in a deeply structured Catholic
home for boys, hating every minute of it and as soon as he was able
to leave, he joined the Air Force. Rising rapidly through the ranks,
he is commissioned as an officer and completes the three year
program to become a pararescue officer and due to his exemplary
marksmanship earns the coveted sniper badge.
Born of a Green Beret Special Forces black father and a
half-Caucasian/ half Vietnamese mother, both of which died when he
was very young, he is often mistaken as to his race. He has a long,
muscled, and much bullet-scarred torso and with his naturally
peculiar looks attracts attention from women wherever he goes.
Seeking help to deal with his nightmares from Iraq and Afghanistan,
he enlists the help of the Veteran�s Administration and is assigned
a retired female Army Colonel who ultimately becomes his lover. In
the interest of mending his broken mind, she suggests he find
employment with an old friend of hers who is the District Attorney
for Harris County, Texas and also a ex-Special Forces soldier.
The money is very attractive to the ex-pararescue Captain and the
mission he is offered is taking the fight to the Human Traffickers
who operate with near impunity. Each completed mission reaps
incredible sums of dirty tax free money and being briefed about his
targets makes killing them almost a public service. The
trouble with operating outside of the law is the distinction between
right and wrong becomes blurred. It is an almost near perfect life
for Tommy. Almost.
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Jonathan Marcus �Tag� Taggart IV is
unceremoniously dumped by the US Army after three tours in Iraq and
one in Afghanistan as a Sergeant First Class and a full medical
discharge, despite the fact that his physical wounds are healed. As
a Explosives Ordinance Disposal expert and Army Ranger Sniper, he is
simply mentally unfit to continue the war on terror or so he
thought.
After hitting rock bottom, Tag finally finds solace in the arms of
his beautiful Army councilor. In her mission to stop his endless
nightmares, she finds him a job through a friend. Little does she
know that the friend is an ex-Air Force Intelligence officer working
his own version of the war on terror � the terror of human
trafficking and rampant illegal drugs.
Set near Houston, Texas, Tag Taggart takes up the path of a Finisher
in the war on drug cartels, MS-13 gang-bangers, and the network
dealing in illegal aliens and the human flesh sex market. Battling
severe post traumatic stress disorder along the way, he finds relief
in the adrenaline and violence his new trade affords. The financial
rewards are incredible, but he lives a simple life and rubs
shoulders with a few beauties along the way.
The Finisher Series is book one, titled Genesis and features
reoccurring characters along with a bevy of bag guys and gals and
adult situations. Tag lives in the violent underbelly of society and
will take you along with him, if you dare to follow.
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Major Thurston "TB" Bryce Caldron III was
medically discharged in an honors ceremony at Wiesbaden AFB, in
Germany. This time around, he was awarded a Silver Star, his second,
another Purple Heart, his fourth, an Army Commendation medal, his
fourth, and Turkey�s highest medal for bravery, the Turkish Armed
Forces medal of Honor..
Although he doesn�t physically appear to be impaired, his highly
tuned body is a road map of cuts, healed bullet wounds, permanent
abrasions, and surgery scars, including a wicked line that runs from
the left corner of his mouth up behind his ear, or what is left of
it. TB, as his friends call him was discharged not for his physical
injuries, but the sociopathic mental state four tours in the Middle
East left him.
Unable to adjust to the mundane life without violence and bar
fights, TB finally seeks counseling at the VA. The Harris County
District's office takes an interest in him after learning of his
unique skill set. A Marine Colonel at the VA introduces him to the
kind of action he ultimately must have to live in today's society;
the war on terror � the terror of human trafficking and rampant
illegal drugs.
Set near Houston, Texas, TB takes up the path of a Finisher in the
war on drug cartels, Houstone gang-bangers, and the network dealing
in illegal aliens. Battling severe post traumatic stress disorder
along the way, he finds relief in the adrenaline and violence his
new trade affords. The financial rewards are incredible, but he
lives a simple life and rubs shoulders with a few beauties along the
way.
This is book two of the Finisher Series, titled Exodus and features
reoccurring characters along with a bevy of bag guys and gals and
adult situations. TB lives in the violent underbelly of society and
will take you along with him, if you dare to follow.
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Dustin Anderson Barton was nicknamed Dab by
his uncle when he was 3 years old and it stuck. At first it was
Little Dab, then The Dabber, and now at 28 years of age, his college
and U.S. Army days behind him, he�s just known by everyone as Dab. A
lot of his acquaintances don�t even know his real first name.
Dustin was the go-to man in 4 different sports in school, excelling
in everything he did. He had his choice of classes and cheerleaders
and lived the life of the privileged, even though his dad was a
drunk and his mom, basically a whore. He was so good at sports that
at the age of 14, the local city councilman teamed up with a church
and bought him the finest of clothes to match the image of success
they groomed him for. They planned early on to make Dustin a poster
child of success. A rags to riches promo story for his small home
town.
Although he doesn�t physically appear to be impaired, his highly
tuned body is a road map of cuts, healed bullet wounds, permanent
abrasions, and surgery scars, including a wicked line that runs from
the left corner of his mouth up behind his ear, or what is left of
it. TB, as his friends call him was discharged not for his physical
injuries, but the sociopathic mental state four tours in the Middle
East left him.
This is book four in a series where justice is meted out in a
sanctioned vigilante style. The anti-hero is allowed to plot and
plan to accomplish the goals set forth by his employer, the Harris
County, Texas District Attorney's Office.
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Gunter Wolfgang Miller
June 16th, 1987 is what is written on my birth
certificate, but I�ve been called Cub since I can remember. A few
ladies have also called me Cubbie. Evidently I was named after my
grandfather, who was killed fighting for Germany in 1944 during the
Battle of Aachen.
When the Great War
ended, my parents relocated to Fredericksburg, Texas and after they
were killed in a terrible car accident, I was moved by the state of
Texas into a foster home, near a small city called Wallisville on
the Texas Gulf Coast. Well, actually it was closer to Anahuac.
Seeing I was still a little boy I don�t remember much of them or
anything before that.
The folks who raised
me were not the most affectionate couple and I was given chores and
duties beginning at the age of five. Butch and Marjorie Thibodeaux
had lost both of their small children to a flu epidemic that swept
through in the mid-80�s and qualified to bring me into their
�loving� home. They expressed love by furnishing room and board and
little more, as Marjorie, I later learned, was damaged goods and
incapable of deep affection. I was not the replacement child her
husband envisioned.
Everything went well
in my life and I started school and got to mingle with other kids
and I was accepted as one of them. My German accent disappeared
altogether. My adopted parents kept me very busy tending our garden,
small amount of livestock, and dad�s trotlines, which was deemed to
keep me out of trouble. Dad bought me a .22 caliber Marlin rifle for
Christmas in the year 1997 and a shotgun on my eleventh birthday. I
took naturally to the guns and was very efficient; rarely missing
whatever came into my sights.
This is book five in a series where justice is meted out in a
sanctioned vigilante style. The anti-hero is allowed to plot and
plan to accomplish the goals set forth by his employer, the Harris
County, Texas District Attorney's Office.
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Michael Strong Champion was born in July of
1983 to two loving parents who planned to raise him to be a doctor
or lawyer. He had the best of everything they could give on their
meager earnings. Dad was a diabetic who was often very ill and mom
did every sort of household task around town to keep food on the
table. At age five his dad succumbed to his illness and mom, having
no other option, reluctantly rented her body out to make ends meet.
This is how I grew up in Long Beach, California
and I thought it was normal for a kid�s mom to entertain men late at
night. At six years of age I would act out Mario brothers with the
other kids in between the twin apartments until about ten o�clock
and then mom would call out to me and I would shower with her. I
remember her loving touch and the hair between her legs and how she
would tell me I would be something one day.
I loved my mom and cried fountains of tears
after she got the sickness and died on my eighth birthday. Having no
real family around us, the State of California became my parents and
my first week in the dorm; I was raped by a fourteen year old boy
that took whatever he wanted. I hated him and this activity was
repeated many times before he was transferred to a facility in
Oregon when I was nine.
I made a lot of friends and a few enemies and
after that pervert left, I told myself I would rather die than be
subjected to treatment like that again. Three weeks before my tenth
birthday, I stabbed one of the keepers at the orphanage with a
Phillips screwdriver when he tried to violate me. He died in the
parking lot and I slept in a state of terror, knowing they would
come and get me when they found out I did it... but they never came!
This is book six in a series where justice is meted out in a
sanctioned vigilante style. The anti-hero is allowed to plot and
plan to accomplish the goals set forth by his employer, the Harris
County, Texas District Attorney's Office.
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Persevel Jacek Davies
is what is written on my birth certificate and that's why people
simply call me Jake. I was born in England and my parents we so
traditional, that I was given my great, great grandfathers name on
both sides. It also makes me the whitest black person in Houston,
Texas because I speak with a British accent and have nothing in
common with the majority of American black fellows.
Back when I was what?
Seven? We left Long Eaton and moved all across the globe doing
mission work. My parents who were Baptist missionaries had made
triple sure that I maintained a very high level of education; so
much so that I passed my high school equivalency test at sixteen and
enrolled in Texas A&M on a foreign exchange scholarship. I guess you
can say this is where I learned that females have a lot more to
offer than eye candy.
As a extremely
well-groomed and polite light-skinned black man, I did not
understand the cultural taboos of dating white women and had little
in common with women of my own race, even though I casually dated a
few. It is a lesser known fact that people accept you regardless of
your color if you act and behave like they do and it amazes me that
people do not make this connection.
My four years at Texas
A&M blew by due to their ROTC program and in the summers, I trained
in four foreign countries with their military for extra skills and
credit. Upon graduation, which my parents proudly attended, I took
the oath of a 1st Lieutenant in the United States Army and
immediately was sent to jump school at Fort Benning, Georgia.
This is book seven in a series where justice is meted out in a
sanctioned vigilante style. The anti-hero is allowed to plot and
plan to accomplish the goals set forth by his employer, the Harris
County, Texas District Attorney's Office.
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This is the continuing story of a military man with extensive
experience who can no longer serve his country due to PTSD, but
finds employment as a Finisher for the Harris County District
Attorney's office where he has a license to kill. Follow him in his
very violent quest to rid the city of Houston, Texas of human
traffickers, drug lords, and cartels and the beautiful women he
meets. My mom once told me that she thought I would grow up and
become a serial killer. I think I was seventeen when she said that
and I had settled down quite a bit by that time. When I was quite
young, I hated to hear her say the words Kevin Jonathan Harris,
because it meant I was in trouble. The rest of the time, everyone
called me KJ and this nickname has stuck with me all my thirty-fours
years of my existence.
I grew up in North Shore, Texas in a predominately black and brown
environment and picked up Tex-Mex Spanish at an early age. By the
time I was fourteen I had a total of four knife wounds and at
eighteen, one bullet scar. I was what people referred to a
"gang-banger" or more politely, a disturbed kid. Oddly enough I
maintained honor roll status mainly because of all the hot chicks in
the advanced classes. I found school too easy and the answers
effortlessly came to me while others failed miserably.
I played football, basketball, and baseball for Robert E. Lee High
school when we moved to Baytown right after my sixteenth birthday. I
took Spanish and with the help of all the cute Latinas learned it
could unlock the legs of most girls and on occasion, their mother's
also. Hispanic women dress like do because they need constant
validation that they are sexually appealing and I learned that my
six foot three frame made me look like I was in my late teens and
the moms were accessible because I told them they looked as young as
their daughters.
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This is the continuing story of a man with extensive
police experience who is hand selected to join the FBI as a Special
Agent and becomes a Finisher for the Harris County District
Attorney's office where he has a license to kill. Follow him in his
very violent quest to rid the city of Houston, Texas of human
traffickers, drug lords, and cartels and the beautiful women he
meets. From as far back as I can remember, I
hated the name Sammy, or Sam, or anything other than my given name
of Samuel. My mom named me after a profit in the Bible and he
wasn't called little Sammy that I know of. I don't think people
picked on him either like they did me. Maybe it's because I was
shorter than most everyone my age? I don't know.
My mom began calling me Spike when I was maybe
five, because she liked to listen to the old radio comedy featuring
Spike Jones and seeing our last name was Jones, it just kind of
stuck, if you follow me. I didn't much care for my middle name
either. Everett. Samuel Everett Jones. Sounds like a lay
preacher's name and I sure as heck ain't no saint.
Sure, I went to church and catechism, like all
the other Lutheran kids, but I never really plugged into it, or so I
thought. Years later I would come to realize most of my true values
were because of my church teachings, seeing the church became my
guardian after my parents and three older sisters died in what I
later learned was caused by a drunk driver, who just so happened to
be a county judge.
I was nearly eighteen when a long time friend
of my parents told me the whole thing was covered up and the judge
is still actively pursuing justice at the Harris County court house
in Houston, Texas. Judge Roy Buckhannon is his name and I vowed
right then to kill the man who stole my family from me. Judge Roy
as he's fondly known is familiar with me, believe it or not because
I was arrested when I was fifteen as an accessory in a grand theft
auto case. I spent three years in juvenile correction and that is
where I learned everything I know about guns, knife fighting, hand
to hand combat, picking locks, how to get away with rape, breaking
and entering and not leave a trace, ATM machines - well, you name it
and I learned it.
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This is the continuing story of a policeman with extensive
experience who becomes an FBI Special Agent and becomes a Finisher
for the Harris County District Attorney's office where he has a
license to kill. Follow him in his very violent quest to rid the
city of Houston, Texas of human traffickers, drug lords, and cartels
and the beautiful women he meets. Growing up, I was
the kid no one noticed. In group photos or school activities, I was
the child on the end behind and out of the way. I made straight B's
mainly because I was never challenged. In organized sports, my dad
pushed me, but I just didn't seem to have the drive to excel. I was
simply average in every way including looks.
I worked after school and saved every penny I could. I wanted to
join the various school clubs, but I reasoned it a waste of time
when I could be making money. When I was fifteen, I was hit by a car
on my bicycle on my way to cut grass. I spent fourteen weeks in the
hospital recovering from a head injury that not only changed my
personality, but the course my life would take.
I began to grow and develop and by the age of sixteen, I went from
5-4 to 5-11 and began to put on muscle. I went out for JV football
and was added as a running back. I became aggressive both on the
field and in class and was soon on the honor roll. On the field I
averaged over a hundred yards rushing every single game and by the
end of the season, I was moved to start on varsity the next year.
Now with all of this change, you would think I would be the BMOC,
but I was quiet, abnormally so and word got around that the bike
injury had fucked me up in the head. Everyone wanted to be seen with
me at school, but no one wanted to hang with me at the Friday night
parties. I never bothered to refute the whispered claims and didn't
go out for football my sophomore year no matter who tried to
convince me including my dad.
Instead I joined a karate school. It was a traditional Korean style
called Tang Soo Do Moo Duk Kwan and in this, I found a brotherhood
who appreciated my quiet disposition. I rapidly moved up through the
belts by studying two hours after school and working out up to six
hours on Saturdays. Sundays I attended the local church with my
parents and there I learned the moral rights and wrongs I carry with
me today... Well, most of them.
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I've heard all my life that big things come in
small packages and that is probably because I was almost a midget
until the 10th grade. Over the next two years I went from 5-4 to
what I like to think is 5-10, but is probably a bit shy of it. Hell,
with cowboy boots on, I'm okay and taller than most of the girls and
women I've been with. Anyway, they didn't complain and I more than
make up for it below the belt, or so I've been told.
I do not remember my parents. Grams has had me
since I was 8 years old and in deference to my mom and her daughter,
she has always taught me I was her grandson, not her real mom. To
me, she's my mother. Her husband, who would be my grandfather died
when I was 4 and I barely recall him. Grams never remarried and has
devoted her whole life to raising me and working at the VA as a
nurse.
I took to boxing like some people take to
fishing and soon Pedro began giving me private lessons. One of his
stipulations is every one of his students had to make straight A's
in school and between his classes and school, I hardly had time for
the ladies. I began competing and winning and by the time I
graduated, I was state ranked number two in my weight class. The
number one guy was from Brownsville and I simply could not out-box
this quick guy and we became friends. Years later I heard he was
killed by an IED in Afghanistan. Hell, the same thing almost
happened to me over a dozen times while serving in the Marine Corps.
How this came about was I received a full
scholarship to Texas A&M to train in Judo. I earned a 2nd degree
black belt after 4 hard years of training, which was almost a record
advancement, but due to my superior athletic ability and great
health, I managed to get nationally ranked and ultimately recruited
by the Marines after a national crisis in the Middle East.
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Anthony Roberto
Fabrizio Scaramucci is how my birth certificate reads, but everyone
calls me Scar, including my now deceased father, who gave me the
wicked-looking line on my jaw. It's the reason I grew a short beard
after getting discharged from the Corps. I have been self-conscious
about the ugly knife mark on my face since I was 10 years old and
hated my dad because of it. Mom died when I was 2 and he drank
himself into the grave a couple of years after I moved in with Uncle
Jerry and Aunt Pat up in Dallas.
Dad never got over mom
I was told and over the years leading up to moving he became
abusive. Aunt Pat was his sister, but being a kid I never realized
that. Both her and Uncle Jerry never had kids, being slaves to their
well-paying jobs. The downside of this was I had no home life or
attachment and honest to god, felt no mean affection for either of
them. I knew they cared about me and that is just the way it was. I
was independent and made my own decisions.
I started Shotokan
karate within a month of moving in and I wore a bandage on my face
to hide the scar for the first 6 months until my instructor finally
talked me into removing it. I took to karate the way some people get
religion, or fishing. The school had 4 instructors and my first
puppy love was for Mrs. Hansen, a 3rd degree black belt. At 13 years
of age, I had no idea what sex was. All I know is I loved her and
she had kids my own age.
I advanced rapidly and
one stipulation of training there is we had to maintain high grades
and our instructors demanded we show our report cards each quarter.
Mrs. Hansen always hugged me when I showed straight A's and mashed
her full breasts against my chest and to be honest, this was the
main reason I tried so hard to get those grades. I earned my first
black belt in a little over 2 years and Mrs. Hansen tied it on me in
the ceremony and when she leaned forward to finish the tie, I saw
straight down her Gi and got my first real look at those
beautiful globes. I had turned 15 the week before and I must have
masturbated four times later that night thinking about her.
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I came to Edwards Air Force base after I left Joint
Base San Antonio's Wilford Hall and the Colonel took me as his aide.
I was promoted to Captain while I was a POW in Pakistan and the
shrinks at Wilford deemed me damaged goods. Hell, I was only a
prisoner for 3 weeks before I escaped. My peculiar look is the
product of a Korean mother and a black American soldier who had a
Japanese father. The result is I am a light skinned Asian looking
man with a very muscular build. My hair has a slight kink, but I
keep it very short and most people think I am from Tibet or
Mongolian stock.
Women tend to agree I am mysteriously handsome.
The Finisher Series is book one, titled Genesis and features
reoccurring characters along with a bevy of bag guys and gals and
adult situations. Tag lives in the violent underbelly of society and
will take you along with him, if you dare to follow.
My name is Sun Tae Sato, but everyone including my parents call me
Butch. I'm 34 and have a degree in criminal justice from the
University of Houston in Texas. After graduating, the patriotic
reaction was to join the Marines, but a friend of my father pulled
some strings and I went Air Force and straight into the office of
Special Investigation. Four years into my six year initial
commitment, I was jumped and abducted from a whore house in India
and smuggled into Pakistan where they beat the shit out of on a
daily basis and water-boarded me until I told them anything they
wanted to hear including stuff I made up.
The Finisher Series is book fifteen, titled Esther
and features reoccurring characters along with a bevy of bag guys
and gals and adult situations. Butch lives in the violent underbelly
of society and will take you along with him, if you dare to follow.
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Ever since I can remember, folks called me Dickey.
Word is it was after the famous guitar player Dickey Betts. Never
mind that my name is Harold James Parker and I look nothing like the
man. It all started when I was 8 and got a kid�s plastic guitar.
Supposedly I was spotted trying to trade licks with the axe man on
You Tube. Someone said I was a natural, just like Dickey and that
stuck on me whether I liked it or not.
I was a clumsy enough kid but put a guitar in my hand and I could
flat play slide like Warren Haynes, Sonny Landreth, or even Derek
Trucks; at least that is what everyone said. I never believed it. I
had a couple other passions that I later took on after I busted a
tendon in my left hand bailing hay on my Uncle Elmore�s farm near
Liberty, Texas.
To say my guitar playing suffered because of the injury would be an
understatement, as I simply could not get my finger placement on the
frets. I was 14 years old and it was the summer between 8th and 9th
grade. I would have been lost without Uncle Elmore�s support. He had
been in the United States Marine Corps and limped from being shot in
the right thigh during the invasion of Iraq. He loved guns and
taught me to hunt and shoot and how to harvest an animal, fish, or
bird for sustenance.
He also taught me to grapple to help strengthen my messed up left
hand. He never talked much about the war or how he earned his 3rd
degree black belt in Small Circle jujitsu. Dad and Mom were more
than happy to let me stay on his farm, as we never had much of
nothing. Dad drank a lot, if I remember correctly � as he was never
home. Mom had a boyfriend and he and I didn�t see anything in common
other than we both wanted momma to ourselves. I lost out. I didn�t
even realize this until I was in boot camp, but I�m getting ahead of
myself.
The Finisher Series is book sixteen, titled Job and features
reoccurring characters along with a bevy of bad guys and gals and
adult situations. Dickey lives in the violent underbelly of society
and will take you along with him, if you dare to follow.
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The casual word around town is I�m wasting my
education, especially after I got out of the Army. The Army. I can
say for a fact the Army shaped me, both for good and for bad, but I
imagine everyone can make that same claim.
Since I was a child working in my dad�s machinist shop, I have been
inventive and helped my dad develop many marketable products and
this trailer could sell if I cared enough to go into mass
production. I was named after my dad and after the recession and the
closing of his shop, he handled it by shooting himself in the
forehead with his favorite handgun, a Colt Model 1911 .45 ACP. He
carried one just like it through two Special Forces tours in Vietnam
with MACV.
He called me Trap since I first showed interest in running a trap
line for the extra cash I made selling furs, but my entire name not
only reflects my dad, but our Jewish German heritage - Rutger
Manfred Goldschnieder III. With all the Mexicans and Anglos living
in Fort Davis, Trap seemed the logical choice.
The Finisher Series is book seventeen, titled Psalms (Harris County
code term) and features reoccurring characters along with a bevy of
bag guys and gals and adult situations. Trap lives in the violent
underbelly of society and will take you along with him, if you dare
to follow.
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Weary of being called a sissy and a
multitude of racial slurs, young Tan Lin learns to defend himself,
eventually studying martial arts to the exclusion of a social life.
His life is tested when his master instructor accidentally kills two
1%'er motorcycle gang members and he is forced to live a life of
violence in a world which spins dangerously out of control.
Vietnamese American Tan Lin learns his skills with his hands, feet,
and his .40 caliber Smith & Wesson pistol will not only keep him
alive, but help him to move to the top of the food chain in the new
government when the world spins out of control with international
violence.
Along the way his beautiful companions make life at the top worth
the deep dark places absolute power can take a person.
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A preposterous, but true tale -
according to many eye witnesses - of a string of murders and
assaults in 1965 Cobb County, Georgia involving a strange hairy
man-like animal. Told in the words of those who witnessed it.
Every word of this tale is true. It was told to me in sacred
confidence, as the good people of Cobb County have locked-up the
truth and until now, their dark and heinous secret has been hidden.
For the record, they want their story told and I let them tell it in
their own words.
I am a reporter for the Marietta Journal and I�ve taken the liberty
to bring this bizarre and horror-filled incredible tale to life,
based on the interviews of twenty-seven residents who still reside
peacefully in Cobb County, Georgia. Here it is as best as I can
relate it. As preposterous as it seems, every word is true -
although their actual names have been changed to protect their
identities.
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Sixty years in the future Sven Iberson
works the Global system to his advantage, living the life of luxury
until a cosmic event plunges him onto the street to fend for
himself.
SVEN�S CONTRIBUTION is a Sci-Fi novelette of approximately fifty
pages, but what happens in those fifty pages could spell the end for
the human race as we know it. Determined to make a lasting
contribution, Sven enters the cloud.
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This is a story of terrific violence and
memory loss where the current world is hurtled into the Stone Age.
Stuck in a time warp, Unknown Man seeks to find his identity while
experiencing the violence of a world that should have ended
thousands of years ago. The antihero learns to not only survive, but
overcomes in this world of extremes as he leads a clan of cavewomen.
A man wakes up in a field on his knees vomiting out his guts. He
looks around and for as far as he can see there is nothing he
remembers. The smell of fresh cut grass is the first thing that
enters his senses as he sits up and looks around. The sun is just
creeping over the horizon and immediately the cicadas start singing.
The noise scares the man and he drops into the wet grass more out of
reflex, than intention. He feels sticky and hot and the other
pungent smell is unfamiliar to him. It�s sweet and heavy and not
altogether unpleasant.
A feeling of nausea permeates his guts and he rolls to his stomach
and vomits up a creamy white liquid. Its smell is over-powering and
he vomits again and again until his stomach has no other offering to
give to the soil. He stares at it as if in a dream and it bubbles
and sizzles, like the hydrochloric acid is eating the dirt. His
throat burns like he sipped molten magma and he dry heaves until his
eyes water.
He is finally able to catch his breath and he sits up and looking
around, feels despondent. Beside him on the ground is an old shovel
with a rusty metal blade on it, but that is about all he can make of
it. Standing shakily to his feet, he looks around again. He lifts
his nose and smells and his eyes go wide when the cool smell of
water passes over his hair-covered face and enters his wide
nostrils.
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Captain (Cap) Lincoln Washington Hutchins III
is 26 years old in standard years, but the war in Vietnam robbed him
of many things beside his youth. Leaving the Army as a Captain, he
goes home to Houston to find parents that argue over nothing, a
girlfriend who cheats on him, and people who think he's nothing more
than another Mexican. What follows is his tale of adventure.
Tired of the hassle, he gets in bar fights, is thrown in jail
weekly, and ends up being cut up so bad he lays up in the VA
hospital in Louisiana. His sole possession is his 1961 Ford step-side
pickup and leaving Texas behind, he heads for Utah and a chance to
start over. What he finds instead are abusive husbands and willing
wives who find his many bullet and shrapnel scars wonderfully
exciting. An old cowhand takes him under his wing and for the first
time since getting back from Nam, Cap becomes productive.
This is a story of a man trying to reconnect to his Lakota Sioux
heritage by doing the right thing in a time when blacks, Jews,
Mexicans, and Indians are looked at as less than first class
citizens... and he proves them wrong.
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Captain (Cap) Lincoln Washington Hutchins III
is 26 years old in standard years, but the war in Vietnam robbed him
of many things beside his youth. Leaving the Army as a Captain, he
goes home to Houston to find parents that argue over nothing, a
girlfriend who cheats on him, and people who think he's nothing more
than another Mexican. What follows is his tale of adventure.
Tired of the hassle, he gets in bar fights, is thrown in jail
weekly, and ends up being cut up so bad he lays up in the VA
hospital in Louisiana. His sole possession is his 1961 Ford step-side
pickup and leaving Texas behind, he heads for Utah and a chance to
start over. What he finds instead are abusive husbands and willing
wives who find his many bullet and shrapnel scars wonderfully
exciting. An old cowhand takes him under his wing and for the first
time since getting back from Nam, Cap becomes productive.
This is a story of a man trying to reconnect to his Lakota Sioux
heritage by doing the right thing in a time when blacks, Jews,
Mexicans, and Indians are looked at as less than first class
citizens... and he proves them wrong.
This is book two in the series.
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My name is Dirk Van der Bos, and friends
simplify it by calling me Dirk. I am an ex-US Army Ranger with ten
years in before my knee gave out a final time and I left the service
of my country. I'm in my late 20's and in the prime of life. My wife
is an absolute knockout of a woman with the mind of an angel and a
body made for sin. We've only been married 6 months and her
religious background means she is quite inhibited, but loves me and
wants to please me. Her name is Amanda and she aspires to be a
dentist, but my construction business is making so much money that
she reluctantly finishes the semester to take it over. My real
desire is to own a security company and I now have a few real pros
working for me and more jobs than we can handle. As Tom Petty said,
the future was wide open.
Day 1 I sat up in bed and my wife rolled over
and sat up beside me. "What was that?" she exclaimed. "We must have
blown a transformer or something. Powers out. I swear, this is
happening too often." I yawn and she lays back down and snuggles up
against me. I have no idea what time it is because the room is
fairly dark and the digital clock's face is darkened. I am in the
act of laying back down when there is a horrifying sound of
electricity and both of us jump up and out of the bed.
"Honey?" my beautiful bride says and I open the
door into the living room and through the windows in front, there is
an eerie glow outside. I grab my shorts and T and half hopping get
them on. She follows me to the front door, staying so close her toes
keep bumping into my heels. She has hold of my t-shirt as I open the
door and the bitter smell of ozone is very strong. It is very dark
outside and the only light appears to be coming from the many flare
stacks a few miles away, in the Exxon-Mobil complex. It has the sky
lit up in orange and red.All down the street my neighbors are in
their front yard in various states of undress. As far as I can see
there is no power and I find that odd, since the front of the
subdivision always stays lit. It's on a different power grid, as it
was built about 10 years before our own house. "Dirk, honey, I'm
scared."
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