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Wednesday, March 7, 2018

THE RULES OF THE GAME - JUST RELEASED!


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Roaming his way through the cities, deserts, and archaeology sites of the Middle East, Nafis Salib worked hard to become a playboy smuggler in the relics business. Through his ruthless and conniving ways, he accumulated more money than he knew what to do with. However, when a mysterious archaeologist offers him the mission of a lifetime for even more money, he jumps straight into it by boarding a cargo vessel with a boatload of terrorists and thieves with concealed and secretive purposes to transfer items from an ancient pagan cult to wealthy buyers. Nevertheless, as the voyage sets sail, the cursed treasures of the past won’t prove to be nearly as dangerous as the men who are waiting for this mission’s completion.
Only one group has the power to stop them. The American Special Forces unit S1, which fights the worst villains in the world and the cryptids, ghosts, and aliens that accompany them, is ready at a moment’s notice to settle the score on all things beyond top secret.
Many great men and women make up this group, but for this mission, Colin Jameson is the wild card in GSGT Anthony Williams’ six-man crew that Colonel Bart Doherty sent to eliminate the cargo boat bound for New Orleans.
Growing up in suburban America, Jameson was an unassuming ten-year old kid until three things changed his life. The first of these was the game of football, which gave purpose and direction to his life. The second was his uncle Bart Doherty, who helped him begin his journey into the military by helping him with outdoor skills, work ethic, and leadership. The final influence was his friendship with Billy Jacobs, who has just been captured by terrorists prior to the mission to save the relics. Now, Billy is on the boat as well, a prisoner waiting to be rescued by Colin and his team.
Also involved in this mission is Liam Collingsworth. In England, he was spending his days monitoring drug enforcement operations from his desk when he received an out of the blue opportunity to travel to America, where he worked a field operation with Doherty and his fellow troops to confiscate a drug shipment and to arrest the perpetrators. After the mission, his whole life changes, and now, he, too, has been drawn into the gunfire in the Gulf of Mexico.
Along the way, all of these men’s lives are dramatically affected by the presence of the wendigo, a bloodthirsty creature from the northern-most woods of America. Its past appearances give way to present sensations and warnings of its future reappearance in their lives.
Will the S1 crew be able to save the day from these terrorists and their larger plans of devastation? Somewhere in a world of treachery and evil, there is hope. However, there is also a darkness emerging in the world and the dreams of many other men and women who are being called by a more mysterious fate and / or a drug called Our Lady of Guadalupe to go to a place outside of Blanding, Utah, called Blackrock Canyon. Soon, this mysterious ghost world will come to life unless some force for good can halt the engines of a journey into evil.
Read the book now to witness the events of the third book in the Blackrock Canyon series!

Tuesday, March 6, 2018

The Rules of the Game Description



Roaming his way through the cities, deserts, and archaeology sites of the Middle East, Nafis Salib worked hard to become a playboy smuggler in the relics business. Through his ruthless and conniving ways, he accumulated more money than he knew what to do with. However, when a mysterious archaeologist offers him the mission of a lifetime for even more money, he jumps straight into it by boarding a cargo vessel with a boatload of terrorists and thieves with concealed and secretive purposes to transfer items from an ancient pagan cult to wealthy buyers. Nevertheless, as the voyage sets sail, the cursed treasures of the past won’t prove to be nearly as dangerous as the men who are waiting for this mission’s completion.
Only one group has the power to stop them. The American Special Forces unit S1, which fights the worst villains in the world and the cryptids, ghosts, and aliens that accompany them, is ready at a moment’s notice to settle the score on all things beyond top secret.
Many great men and women make up this group, but for this mission, Colin Jameson is the wild card in GSGT Anthony Williams’ six-man crew that Colonel Bart Doherty sent to eliminate the cargo boat bound for New Orleans.
Growing up in suburban America, Jameson was an unassuming ten-year old kid until three things changed his life. The first of these was the game of football, which gave purpose and direction to his life. The second was his uncle Bart Doherty, who helped him begin his journey into the military by helping him with outdoor skills, work ethic, and leadership. The final influence was his friendship with Billy Jacobs, who has just been captured by terrorists prior to the mission to save the relics. Now, Billy is on the boat as well, a prisoner waiting to be rescued by Colin and his team.
Also involved in this mission is Liam Collingsworth. In England, he was spending his days monitoring drug enforcement operations from his desk when he received an out of the blue opportunity to travel to America, where he worked a field operation with Doherty and his fellow troops to confiscate a drug shipment and to arrest the perpetrators. After the mission, his whole life changes, and now, he, too, has been drawn into the gunfire in the Gulf of Mexico.
Along the way, all of these men’s lives are dramatically affected by the presence of the wendigo, a bloodthirsty creature from the northern-most woods of America. Its past appearances give way to present sensations and warnings of its future reappearance in their lives.
Will the S1 crew be able to save the day from these terrorists and their larger plans of devastation? Somewhere in a world of treachery and evil, there is hope. However, there is also a darkness emerging in the world and the dreams of many other men and women who are being called by a more mysterious fate and / or a drug called Our Lady of Guadalupe to go to a place outside of Blanding, Utah, called Blackrock Canyon. Soon, this mysterious ghost world will come to life unless some force for good can halt the engines of a journey into evil.
Read the book now to witness the events of the third book in the Blackrock Canyon series!

Sunday, March 4, 2018

New Orleans Description Passage from The Rules of the Game



Post-Katrina New Orleans had a mixed feeling of the flooded disaster of 2005 and the history of a world that existed unto itself from the way that much of America lived. The mix of French heritage, debauchery, pre-Civil War Southern influence, modern urban life, and voodoo all came together in an eerie, but unique way that made the city a distinctive expression unto itself. This combination either made the town one of the premier American travel destinations or a Sodom and Gomorrah to avoid.


In addition to the high-class shopping areas and jazz clubs, there was the impoverished devastation of the Ninth Ward as it waited behind levees to be flooded again. Down the streets from this, mansions stood proud and tall in the Garden District. Just outside the city, plantations drew crowds to marvel at a historical way of life that the guides now told with a small apology at the end for slavery. Of course, there was an opportunity for mint juleps along the way. However, no matter where the crowds went, there was a feeling of being haunted by the restless spirits of a past that still flourished amidst the street performers and paddle boats.


From the mix of Spanish and French architecture to the above ground cemeteries, the town was alive with a flavor all its own. What’s more than the average tourism appeal that they city offered, this “flavor” had very little to do with absinthe, gumbo, Hand Grenades, jambalaya, or blackened catfish. Perhaps, it had something to do with the counter-cultural call of the voodoo business of Marie Laveau. Then again, maybe it was the witching and vampire world built up by Anne Rice, memories of the Carter Brothers murders, or the mysterious coffin-shaped boxes in the Old Ursuline Convent. If that was case for these hordes descending on the city, then it was only a superficial and pretend understanding of what the truth in those stories truly represented.


Maybe New Orleans was more than that as the jazz of Congo Square and Louis Armstrong, which the white world segregated itself from, despite their habit of naming bars and music halls after it, still floated into the humid air of this swampland. Then again, there were the bored housewives and other privileged classes who snuck into the clubs to hear the lustful musical notes of the sexual world of jazz and the sweet release of the blues as told through gravelly voices and out of tune acoustic guitars. The big brass band blew hard into trumpets and trombones to express the primal feeling of joy from deep inside their souls. Everyone knew how these everyday people would get curious about the darkened nature of these mysterious Caribbean types or the jazz world and its personalities. While the women would buy medical dolls labeled voodoo dolls, the men would attend quadroon balls to enter into placage contracts. Na├»ve and prejudice-reared people and their fortunes are quickly parted, especially when they’re told what they want to hear.


To add humor and warning to these historical tales and present news articles, the men and women who ran the city and ghost tours would speak of how the Crescent City was founded by pirates, pickpockets, and prostitutes, as well as how the city’s open container laws only recently changed. When the history was explained, it made perfect sense, and the groups continued wandering along Conti Street, Bourbon Street, and Burgundy Street to find their way to Canal Street and the walled off tombs in the heart of the French Quarter.


Everyone who braved the spirits and hurricanes to come here knew how special the city was. Sure, Mardis Gras and the Saints brought the tourists in so that they could find their way to Preservation Hall and the bars of the city that served mixed drinks in plastic goldfish bowls. This combination brought the horny men who threw beads to the balconies in hopes of receiving a glimpse of boobs. And as they did, tourist couples and families would find their way into shops for cheap T-shirts and souvenirs of women fornicating with alligators.


Nevertheless, the real feeling came from somewhere else, as along the way, young African American children would beat on gigantic plastic paint cans that were almost as big as they were with a feverish determination to achieve musical ecstasy. Slapping their makeshift sticks in the same way that their musical elders would play their own beats on “real” instruments, the crowds stood in awe to watch them, too. Still, at every other corner, bigger bands with brass accompaniment wailed out the harmonies of the town to speak of the truth of NOLA in front of the shadow of Jesus on St. Louis Cathedral, as painters offered up their art for pennies on the dollar.


Tightly confined streets featured colorful buildings and decorative palm trees that punctuated the passageways. Along the uneven pavements, giant bubbles would float through the drunken crowds, who were no longer consciously able to avoid the septic puddles in the potholes of the streets. Standing in the shadow between cars or mixed with crowds, local business people and waiters warned of thieves, who lurked at every turn. Additionally, beggars seemed magnetically drawn to everyone who appeared to have a fat wallet.


The mixed bag of New Orleans was alive and well throughout the restaurants, drag shows, bars, curio shops, art studios, and strip clubs that made up a world that tourists demanded from this mecca to the hedonistic world of the lewd and lascivious.


In the midst of it all, traffic jams and jaywalkers hustled from side to side as construction crews hurried to repair the city for the next endless Fat Tuesday celebration and six weeks of parades that led up to it. Through the honking of horns and drifting street music sounds, endless lines of people stood waiting for beignets. Still other tourists hustled by the shops, too busy to notice the hanging flower baskets and the police Smart Cars, statues to leaders of the past, horse drawn carts, and the smell of garbage slowly decaying. Instead, it was all bars and lingerie mannequins in the windows as the bars beckoned them for huge ass beers or enormous mixers.

Sometimes, it was the call of the voodoo and witchcraft shops, but for the curiosity that they offered, the evil-eye owners and enormous bouncer-esque guards that stood watch inside made sure that nobody did anything stupid like belittling the merchandise. Heaven and Hell forbid that someone try to take a picture or video inside! Satan and Baphomet would rise up from their netherworld kingdoms to destroy the offending iPhone on the spot!


For that reason, it was no surprise that here was where the intersection of all of those antagonists who S1 fought on The Whale were getting ready to convene to establish the next phase of their mission.