D.L. Jackson's Blog
March 29, 2017
He Sphinx I'm Sexy is coming 04/04/17
If you liked This Endris Night, you'll be excited to know Lucas's story is coming on 04/04/17. After several reader requests asking what happened to the protagonist in This Endris Night, my bad boy, alien hunter, I decided to give you the story of a dangerous man finding love when he least expects it. I hope you'll check it out.
Best,
D L
Best,
D L
August 20, 2013
Being Prince Charming
You've asked for it, and I listened. The story that follows Cinderella Wore Combat Boots has been contracted with Decadent Publishing and will be out sometime at the end of this year, or the beginning of next.
Here's a short snippet to prepare you for the story to come.
Two years later....
Lissa left and never came back, going home to where they’d been high school sweethearts, even if her family had long since moved on.
Gunny crumpled the divorce decree and tossed it in the trash, refusing to hold onto the one souvenir he’d retained from his marriage with Lissa. Gone were their wedding pictures, the dishes, pots and pans, everything that had made their off-camp apartment a home, including the woman he still loved.
He surveyed the room. Except for a few pieces of outdoor plastic furniture, it was as empty as his life.
No matter how he tried, he couldn’t wrap his mind around the finality and accept it. Marines didn’t give up. He picked up his bags and walked out the door, not bothering to lock the door behind him.
Anyone who wanted it, could have the remnants of his life.
He’d finally retired from the Marine Corp, and thanks to Cori, he’d secured a job working for Sol’s company, Protect and Serve. Not that it mattered, without Lissa he had no reason to care, but it would help him to get by until he could figure out how to get his wife back.
Make that ex-wife.
And he would get her back. Eventually she’d come to her senses. No one could turn love off. He’d be the one to know. His heart ached constantly for the woman he’d once had. He’d been an idiot not to listen to what she said, to put the Corps before her. Hindsight being twenty-twenty and all that, he decided it was time to man up, improvise, adapt and overcome.
He strode up to the unsexiest vehicle a man could own, a fifteen year old minivan with rusty doors, a black cloud of smoke that followed wherever he drove it, and a driver’s side door wouldn’t open. He tossed his bags in the back, and climbed over the passenger seat to take his place behind the wheel. He patted his pockets and extracted the key, wondering why he even bothered to remove it from the ignition. A thief would be doing him a favor to steal it.
When he got to New Orleans, the first thing he planned to do was donate it for scrap and get something a little flashier, something Lissa wouldn’t mind riding on, an iron steed for warm days and a Shelby Cobra to bring back a little nostalgia. He’d sold his cherry red beauty to buy her an engagement ring twenty years before, and would do it a hundred times over if he could relive the moment he’d given her that diamond just one more time.
Here's a short snippet to prepare you for the story to come.
Two years later....
Lissa left and never came back, going home to where they’d been high school sweethearts, even if her family had long since moved on.
Gunny crumpled the divorce decree and tossed it in the trash, refusing to hold onto the one souvenir he’d retained from his marriage with Lissa. Gone were their wedding pictures, the dishes, pots and pans, everything that had made their off-camp apartment a home, including the woman he still loved.
He surveyed the room. Except for a few pieces of outdoor plastic furniture, it was as empty as his life.
No matter how he tried, he couldn’t wrap his mind around the finality and accept it. Marines didn’t give up. He picked up his bags and walked out the door, not bothering to lock the door behind him.
Anyone who wanted it, could have the remnants of his life.
He’d finally retired from the Marine Corp, and thanks to Cori, he’d secured a job working for Sol’s company, Protect and Serve. Not that it mattered, without Lissa he had no reason to care, but it would help him to get by until he could figure out how to get his wife back.
Make that ex-wife.
And he would get her back. Eventually she’d come to her senses. No one could turn love off. He’d be the one to know. His heart ached constantly for the woman he’d once had. He’d been an idiot not to listen to what she said, to put the Corps before her. Hindsight being twenty-twenty and all that, he decided it was time to man up, improvise, adapt and overcome.
He strode up to the unsexiest vehicle a man could own, a fifteen year old minivan with rusty doors, a black cloud of smoke that followed wherever he drove it, and a driver’s side door wouldn’t open. He tossed his bags in the back, and climbed over the passenger seat to take his place behind the wheel. He patted his pockets and extracted the key, wondering why he even bothered to remove it from the ignition. A thief would be doing him a favor to steal it.
When he got to New Orleans, the first thing he planned to do was donate it for scrap and get something a little flashier, something Lissa wouldn’t mind riding on, an iron steed for warm days and a Shelby Cobra to bring back a little nostalgia. He’d sold his cherry red beauty to buy her an engagement ring twenty years before, and would do it a hundred times over if he could relive the moment he’d given her that diamond just one more time.
Being Prince Charming
You've asked for it, and I listened. The story that follows Cinderella Wore Combat Boots has been contracted with Decadent Publishing and will be out sometime at the end of this year, or the beginning of next.
Here's a short snippet to prepare you for the story to come.
Two years later....
Lissa left and never came back, going home to where they’d been high school sweethearts, even if her family had long since moved on.
Gunny crumpled the divorce decree and tossed it in the trash, refusing to hold onto the one souvenir he’d retained from his marriage with Lissa. Gone were their wedding pictures, the dishes, pots and pans, everything that had made their off-camp apartment a home, including the woman he still loved.
He surveyed the room. Except for a few pieces of outdoor plastic furniture, it was as empty as his life.
No matter how he tried, he couldn’t wrap his mind around the finality and accept it. Marines didn’t give up. He picked up his bags and walked out the door, not bothering to lock the door behind him.
Anyone who wanted it, could have the remnants of his life.
He’d finally retired from the Marine Corp, and thanks to Cori, he’d secured a job working for Sol’s company, Protect and Serve. Not that it mattered, without Lissa he had no reason to care, but it would help him to get by until he could figure out how to get his wife back.
Make that ex-wife.
And he would get her back. Eventually she’d come to her senses. No one could turn love off. He’d be the one to know. His heart ached constantly for the woman he’d once had. He’d been an idiot not to listen to what she said, to put the Corps before her. Hindsight being twenty-twenty and all that, he decided it was time to man up, improvise, adapt and overcome.
He strode up to the unsexiest vehicle a man could own, a fifteen year old minivan with rusty doors, a black cloud of smoke that followed wherever he drove, and a driver’s side door that wouldn’t open. He tossed his bags in the back and climbed over the passenger seat to take his place behind the wheel. He patted his pockets and extracted the key, wondering why he even bothered to remove it from the ignition. A thief would do him a favor to steal it.
When he got to New Orleans, the first thing he planned to do was donate it for scrap and get something a little flashier, something Lissa wouldn’t mind riding on or in, an iron steed for warm days and a Shelby Cobra to bring back a little nostalgia. He’d sold his cherry red beauty to buy her an engagement ring twenty years before, and would do it a hundred times over if he could relive the moment he’d given her that diamond just one more time.
Here's a short snippet to prepare you for the story to come.
Two years later....
Lissa left and never came back, going home to where they’d been high school sweethearts, even if her family had long since moved on.
Gunny crumpled the divorce decree and tossed it in the trash, refusing to hold onto the one souvenir he’d retained from his marriage with Lissa. Gone were their wedding pictures, the dishes, pots and pans, everything that had made their off-camp apartment a home, including the woman he still loved.
He surveyed the room. Except for a few pieces of outdoor plastic furniture, it was as empty as his life.
No matter how he tried, he couldn’t wrap his mind around the finality and accept it. Marines didn’t give up. He picked up his bags and walked out the door, not bothering to lock the door behind him.
Anyone who wanted it, could have the remnants of his life.
He’d finally retired from the Marine Corp, and thanks to Cori, he’d secured a job working for Sol’s company, Protect and Serve. Not that it mattered, without Lissa he had no reason to care, but it would help him to get by until he could figure out how to get his wife back.
Make that ex-wife.
And he would get her back. Eventually she’d come to her senses. No one could turn love off. He’d be the one to know. His heart ached constantly for the woman he’d once had. He’d been an idiot not to listen to what she said, to put the Corps before her. Hindsight being twenty-twenty and all that, he decided it was time to man up, improvise, adapt and overcome.
He strode up to the unsexiest vehicle a man could own, a fifteen year old minivan with rusty doors, a black cloud of smoke that followed wherever he drove, and a driver’s side door that wouldn’t open. He tossed his bags in the back and climbed over the passenger seat to take his place behind the wheel. He patted his pockets and extracted the key, wondering why he even bothered to remove it from the ignition. A thief would do him a favor to steal it.
When he got to New Orleans, the first thing he planned to do was donate it for scrap and get something a little flashier, something Lissa wouldn’t mind riding on or in, an iron steed for warm days and a Shelby Cobra to bring back a little nostalgia. He’d sold his cherry red beauty to buy her an engagement ring twenty years before, and would do it a hundred times over if he could relive the moment he’d given her that diamond just one more time.
August 1, 2013
Last Flight of the Ark is out.
You've been asking, and I've heard you. Last Flight of the Ark has been re-released with Decadent Publishing.
You can pick up your copy on Kindle today for $2.99 and tomorrow at other book retailers for regular price.
http://www.amazon.com/Last-Flight-Ark...
You can pick up your copy on Kindle today for $2.99 and tomorrow at other book retailers for regular price.
http://www.amazon.com/Last-Flight-Ark...
February 25, 2013
Last Flight of the Ark is coming back.
Just signed a contract to re-release my popular erotic science fiction novel, Last Flight of the Ark. I've had a lot of people asking me where they can get it. I'll keep you posted on the release date, and the sequel in the works.
Best,
D L Jackson
Best,
D L Jackson
February 13, 2013
Free for three days only
My Carnality Bundle, including Carnal Desires, Carnal Attraction and Carnal Denial are free for three days only on Amazon Kindle. Starting today, February 13th and running through February 15th you can pick up these three erotic romance stories for nothing.
I'd love it if you'd snag a free copy.
http://www.amazon.com/Jackson-BUNDLE-...
I'd love it if you'd snag a free copy.
http://www.amazon.com/Jackson-BUNDLE-...
January 6, 2013
Finding Mercy is now available.
Since my last post I’ve had a new release. Finding Mercy was released on December 22nd, and the story takes place in the fictional town of Evans Point Wyoming. The story is one of courage, change and disaster preparedness. Two other stories follow Finding Mercy, The Princess and the Prepper by Barbara Elsborg and Falling For Water by Arlene Webb. So if you’re looking for something a little different, give the new Prepper series published by Decadent Publishing a try.
What’s a bug out bag?
Before writing Finding Mercy, I knew what a bug out bag was, just not what should go in it.
For instance, you should have emergency supplies packed and ready for 72 hours, the average time it takes to get situated in a shelter or to a safe location. Many preppers keep these bags in their vehicles, while others have them both at home and in their vehicles. Some practice hiking with them, so they are able to carry them in the event of a disaster and an evacuation is needed.
Here are a few items you might want to include in your bag.
· Important documents and photographs backed up on flash drives or disks. These can include birth certificates, banking documents, deeds and titles. Insurance contact information is also important to include, as you might not be able to go back and retrieve the data and might have to file a claim from a distance.
· Credit cards, debit cards and a means to access you bank accounts.
· Change of clothes for 72 hours.
· Basic first aid kit.
· Water. Food for 72 hours.
· Any prescription medications.
· Charger for your cell phone. You can get solar arrays fairly cheap online and they will provide enough power to charge laptops and cell phones in the event of an emergency.
· Flashlights
· Radios—for communicating and a small radio to listen to weather reports if you don’t have a cell phone that is accessible.
· Sturdy walking shoes or boots.
· Cold weather clothing like hats and mittens, or bug repellant for summer weather.
· A tooth brush, toothpaste, brush, baby wipes and wash cloth. Small children may require additional items like diapers.
· Phone numbers for family members, physicians and anyone else you may need to contact. This is important if you can’t get your phone to work. At least you can contact them to let them know you are okay when you get to safety and can get access to a phone.
There are so many various items that you might need, that are not on this list, but each individual is different. A small child may have a favorite blanket or toys that you might want to include to keep them calm, or an elderly adult may have needs not addressed above. Try to think of what you can’t live without for 72 hours, and pack it. Assist family members in putting together their packs, to make sure they are not forgetting anything.
This year, hurricane Sandy brought home the importance of preparing for emergencies. Too many, “this will never happen to me’s,” did, and those affected continue to struggle in the wake of the storm, weeks after Sandy crippled the eastern seaboard. Disaster can strike anywhere, anytime. Are you prepared?
In Finding Mercy, the town of Evan’s Point Wyoming is flattened by tornados. In the wake of the disaster, those that chose to stay and rebuild, ban together and form a prepping community, so that lives would not be lost again in the future because they were unprepared.
My hopes are that I have brought you a story you’ll enjoy, and something to think about, and perhaps act on, if you haven’t already.
Blurb:
You’ll die in three minutes without oxygen. Three hours without shelter. Three days without water. Three weeks without food. But could you live a lifetime with a broken heart?
Mercy Evans has come to Evans Point hoping to collect herself and find a way to resurrect her career as an anchorwoman for Cheyenne’s news station. Sergeant Justin Redway has come to Evans Point to try to forget his past and survive what he’s done.
When two worlds collide, one of a battle damaged veteran, the other of a desperate woman who will go to any extreme to get his story, sparks fly and old wounds open. When the chasm between the fated lovers finally opens, it might be too big to cross.
One town, two lovers, and a second chance at finding mercy.
Excerpt:
Evans Point, Wyoming
June 28th, 2010
If he didn’t know better, he’d think the end of the world had arrived. Will Evans tightened his grip on Bear’s and Sadie’s leashes and tuned in for any cries for help. The fresh smell of rain mixed with the industrial stink of spilled fuel and the ozone from a nearby lightning strike pounded reality home.
Even though they’d merely begun, his bones ached. Fifteen years before, he would’ve torn through the wreckage and pulled out survivors without hesitation. Now, he could only survey the destruction and fight the tears that tugged on his eyes. The scene brought back another time he couldn’t stomach, when he’d seen the Grim Reaper rip a hole between life and death, as he’d done this day.
The storms had hit with ferocity, in the middle of the night, without warning. The roaring of the beast had woken some, but not all. Those alerted had rushed for cover in their basements and cellars and now searched for those who were not as lucky. This was all that remained of the downtown after six tornadoes had torn through Evans Point. In all his eighty-four years, Will had seen only one other battlefield like it.
He swallowed and searched his soul for courage. There would be bodies among the rubble, but hopefully, there would also be living. He had to believe to continue, even though he found his faith tested.
So much carnage. Scanning the brightening horizon, he took in the destruction. Brick buildings were blown apart. Vehicles lay on their rooftops, dripping gasoline and other fluids. Even a pickup had been skewered on a flagpole like one of the carousel horses he’d ridden as a child at the fairground. A toy truck lay at his feet, its red paint bright and clean like it was fresh from the box.
So I hope you'll check out my latest release. For more information on Finding Mercy and my available published work, please stop by my website, www.authordljackson.com
Thanks for stopping by,
D L
What’s a bug out bag?
Before writing Finding Mercy, I knew what a bug out bag was, just not what should go in it.
For instance, you should have emergency supplies packed and ready for 72 hours, the average time it takes to get situated in a shelter or to a safe location. Many preppers keep these bags in their vehicles, while others have them both at home and in their vehicles. Some practice hiking with them, so they are able to carry them in the event of a disaster and an evacuation is needed.
Here are a few items you might want to include in your bag.
· Important documents and photographs backed up on flash drives or disks. These can include birth certificates, banking documents, deeds and titles. Insurance contact information is also important to include, as you might not be able to go back and retrieve the data and might have to file a claim from a distance.
· Credit cards, debit cards and a means to access you bank accounts.
· Change of clothes for 72 hours.
· Basic first aid kit.
· Water. Food for 72 hours.
· Any prescription medications.
· Charger for your cell phone. You can get solar arrays fairly cheap online and they will provide enough power to charge laptops and cell phones in the event of an emergency.
· Flashlights
· Radios—for communicating and a small radio to listen to weather reports if you don’t have a cell phone that is accessible.
· Sturdy walking shoes or boots.
· Cold weather clothing like hats and mittens, or bug repellant for summer weather.
· A tooth brush, toothpaste, brush, baby wipes and wash cloth. Small children may require additional items like diapers.
· Phone numbers for family members, physicians and anyone else you may need to contact. This is important if you can’t get your phone to work. At least you can contact them to let them know you are okay when you get to safety and can get access to a phone.
There are so many various items that you might need, that are not on this list, but each individual is different. A small child may have a favorite blanket or toys that you might want to include to keep them calm, or an elderly adult may have needs not addressed above. Try to think of what you can’t live without for 72 hours, and pack it. Assist family members in putting together their packs, to make sure they are not forgetting anything.
This year, hurricane Sandy brought home the importance of preparing for emergencies. Too many, “this will never happen to me’s,” did, and those affected continue to struggle in the wake of the storm, weeks after Sandy crippled the eastern seaboard. Disaster can strike anywhere, anytime. Are you prepared?
In Finding Mercy, the town of Evan’s Point Wyoming is flattened by tornados. In the wake of the disaster, those that chose to stay and rebuild, ban together and form a prepping community, so that lives would not be lost again in the future because they were unprepared.
My hopes are that I have brought you a story you’ll enjoy, and something to think about, and perhaps act on, if you haven’t already.
Blurb:
You’ll die in three minutes without oxygen. Three hours without shelter. Three days without water. Three weeks without food. But could you live a lifetime with a broken heart?
Mercy Evans has come to Evans Point hoping to collect herself and find a way to resurrect her career as an anchorwoman for Cheyenne’s news station. Sergeant Justin Redway has come to Evans Point to try to forget his past and survive what he’s done.
When two worlds collide, one of a battle damaged veteran, the other of a desperate woman who will go to any extreme to get his story, sparks fly and old wounds open. When the chasm between the fated lovers finally opens, it might be too big to cross.
One town, two lovers, and a second chance at finding mercy.
Excerpt:
Evans Point, Wyoming
June 28th, 2010
If he didn’t know better, he’d think the end of the world had arrived. Will Evans tightened his grip on Bear’s and Sadie’s leashes and tuned in for any cries for help. The fresh smell of rain mixed with the industrial stink of spilled fuel and the ozone from a nearby lightning strike pounded reality home.
Even though they’d merely begun, his bones ached. Fifteen years before, he would’ve torn through the wreckage and pulled out survivors without hesitation. Now, he could only survey the destruction and fight the tears that tugged on his eyes. The scene brought back another time he couldn’t stomach, when he’d seen the Grim Reaper rip a hole between life and death, as he’d done this day.
The storms had hit with ferocity, in the middle of the night, without warning. The roaring of the beast had woken some, but not all. Those alerted had rushed for cover in their basements and cellars and now searched for those who were not as lucky. This was all that remained of the downtown after six tornadoes had torn through Evans Point. In all his eighty-four years, Will had seen only one other battlefield like it.
He swallowed and searched his soul for courage. There would be bodies among the rubble, but hopefully, there would also be living. He had to believe to continue, even though he found his faith tested.
So much carnage. Scanning the brightening horizon, he took in the destruction. Brick buildings were blown apart. Vehicles lay on their rooftops, dripping gasoline and other fluids. Even a pickup had been skewered on a flagpole like one of the carousel horses he’d ridden as a child at the fairground. A toy truck lay at his feet, its red paint bright and clean like it was fresh from the box.
So I hope you'll check out my latest release. For more information on Finding Mercy and my available published work, please stop by my website, www.authordljackson.com
Thanks for stopping by,
D L
June 2, 2012
I'm giving away an e-copy of my new release today
Stop by Daily Dose of Decadence and leave a comment today on my post, I'm an Evil Author, Hear Me Roar, and get entered in the virtual hat to win a copy of Rebel Souls.
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August 4, 2010
Blown Away to be released in November 2010
My son the Marine was inspiration for my next release, Blown Away. Being an Army veteran I find the Marine mentality--interesting at times. Interesting enough to make a couple of them heroes in my novels.
What do I mean? Right after my son’s graduation from SOI, the School of Infantry, he mentioned to me that he was lost when the First Sergeant dismissed them for the day at 4:00pm. He asked his squad leader what to do. He’d just spent the last few months eating, sleeping, breathing whenever he was told and only when he was told.
To which his squad leader replied, “Whatever the f*** you want.”
I mentioned to him that the military is like a 9 to 5 job after Boot Camp and your MOS training. Well technically 6 to 5 and that’s when you’re not deployed or in the field. But I was trying to get across to him that he could have a life outside of the Marines, that there was a whole world beyond his barracks. A little something called fun. Ya know, beach time, dancing, hanging with friends.
He exclaimed quite indignantly “The Marines are not a 9 to 5 job. The Marines are a way of life.” Apparently he’d heard nothing past 9 to 5.
Ah, the semper fidelis mentality. “You’re such a Jarhead,” I said. I’m an Army vet, 10th Mountain Division, what can I say? I’m loyal to my tab and branch. Besides, he left the door wide open.
Anyway, there’s a certain type of person that becomes a Marine. You know what I’m talking about if you’ve ever met one or know one. They all have this deep loyalty and pride. I have to admit, the training is tough and they put the new recruits to the test more than any of the other services. When it’s all said and done, they’re Marines, in mind, body and soul and they take it very seriously. They’re Semper Fi and don’t argue with them about it. They don’t like it.
But there’s much more to this story. My son also mentioned he was considering EOD. If you know what EOD is, then you’re probably military or a veteran. If you haven’t a clue what I’m talking about, I’ll break it down. Explosive Ordnance Disposal. That’s right, the bomb squad. They serve a very vital role in keeping our men and women in uniform, as well as the civilian populations here in the United States and overseas, safe. It takes a lot more than guts to be EOD. It takes a very special person.
Thus started my research. I wanted to know everything about the EOD. I have to say I wasn’t too excited that my son might be disarming live bombs. Knowing more helped me to deal with his possible choice.
My belief is that fear is mostly spun from the unknown. It’s my opinion that the more you know about something the less you’ll fear it. After researching everything I could, I might not have been comfortable with it, but I had a better understanding and felt I could deal with whatever choice he made. I could also see why it might appeal to him, my son, the adrenaline junkie. Before he was nineteen, he’d white water rafted class 5, bordering on 6, rapids, jumped out of airplanes, took off and landed an aircraft and entered cage fighting competitions, and all before he went into the Marines.
As I researched I realized what a great story this would make if I took it to other worlds, into space and made it a romance. The result was a summer full of writing and a four novellas of which two will be in a book that’s to be released in November 2010 with Passion in Print, called Blown Away.
Oh and all the stress was over nothing. My son decided to stick with infantry and the SAW, squad assault weapon.
Hu-ah, or should I say oohrah?
Dawn
What do I mean? Right after my son’s graduation from SOI, the School of Infantry, he mentioned to me that he was lost when the First Sergeant dismissed them for the day at 4:00pm. He asked his squad leader what to do. He’d just spent the last few months eating, sleeping, breathing whenever he was told and only when he was told.
To which his squad leader replied, “Whatever the f*** you want.”
I mentioned to him that the military is like a 9 to 5 job after Boot Camp and your MOS training. Well technically 6 to 5 and that’s when you’re not deployed or in the field. But I was trying to get across to him that he could have a life outside of the Marines, that there was a whole world beyond his barracks. A little something called fun. Ya know, beach time, dancing, hanging with friends.
He exclaimed quite indignantly “The Marines are not a 9 to 5 job. The Marines are a way of life.” Apparently he’d heard nothing past 9 to 5.
Ah, the semper fidelis mentality. “You’re such a Jarhead,” I said. I’m an Army vet, 10th Mountain Division, what can I say? I’m loyal to my tab and branch. Besides, he left the door wide open.
Anyway, there’s a certain type of person that becomes a Marine. You know what I’m talking about if you’ve ever met one or know one. They all have this deep loyalty and pride. I have to admit, the training is tough and they put the new recruits to the test more than any of the other services. When it’s all said and done, they’re Marines, in mind, body and soul and they take it very seriously. They’re Semper Fi and don’t argue with them about it. They don’t like it.
But there’s much more to this story. My son also mentioned he was considering EOD. If you know what EOD is, then you’re probably military or a veteran. If you haven’t a clue what I’m talking about, I’ll break it down. Explosive Ordnance Disposal. That’s right, the bomb squad. They serve a very vital role in keeping our men and women in uniform, as well as the civilian populations here in the United States and overseas, safe. It takes a lot more than guts to be EOD. It takes a very special person.
Thus started my research. I wanted to know everything about the EOD. I have to say I wasn’t too excited that my son might be disarming live bombs. Knowing more helped me to deal with his possible choice.
My belief is that fear is mostly spun from the unknown. It’s my opinion that the more you know about something the less you’ll fear it. After researching everything I could, I might not have been comfortable with it, but I had a better understanding and felt I could deal with whatever choice he made. I could also see why it might appeal to him, my son, the adrenaline junkie. Before he was nineteen, he’d white water rafted class 5, bordering on 6, rapids, jumped out of airplanes, took off and landed an aircraft and entered cage fighting competitions, and all before he went into the Marines.
As I researched I realized what a great story this would make if I took it to other worlds, into space and made it a romance. The result was a summer full of writing and a four novellas of which two will be in a book that’s to be released in November 2010 with Passion in Print, called Blown Away.
Oh and all the stress was over nothing. My son decided to stick with infantry and the SAW, squad assault weapon.
Hu-ah, or should I say oohrah?
Dawn
