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Book One ~ Tears Of Paradox ~ Available At Amazon

The Storms of Transformationare here, bringing upheaval, division and isolation. As the nation fundamentally transforms, small-town America is caught in the whirlwind.

 Jason married the girl next door. He and Michelle dreamed of raising their children among family and friends in their idyllic, peaceful hometown. But then the Storms begin. Friendships disintegrate, fathers and sons become enemies, and trust is a thing of the past. The old ways have become what those in power term evil. What used to be evil is now the law. The evil brings with it a creeping darkness, gradually overshadowing the town’s inhabitants and turning their lives upside-down.

The Storms force pregnant Michelle to hide alone in a basement, far from home. Jason remains in town, living a lie as he tries to conceal the truth from the authorities. But will their own flesh-and-blood betray them? The town keeps many secrets. How did such a thing ever come to pass?

 

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Book Two ~ The Notice ~ Available At Amazon

The Storms Of Transformation sweep through small town America, leaving broken dreams, shattered lives and death in their wake.

Michelle and Jason were devastated by the loss of their son. They want to begin again, but their dreams disintegrate with the arrival of the Notice. The Notice turns ordinary citizens into wanted criminals, and transforms a once peaceful town into a hostile, dangerous place. The Notice sends Michelle into despair and drives Jason to the brink of murder.

With oppression comes resistance. A rebellious priest and his mysterious brother hide Michelle and her unborn child. Jason and Brad, brothers in all but blood, turn to vigilante justice. The fundamental transformation of America accelerates, and soon no place is safe. But even in their darkest hour, Jason and Michelle are never truly alone.




  • New Dystopia, Cadáin’s Watch ~ Liv...

    After two years of work, Cadain’s Watch (Storms Of Transformation Series Book 3) has been published! This is the final installment of my dystopia.

    Cadain’s Watch is a near future dystopia. It is set in America, 10 years from now.  You can find the Kindle version on Amazon.

     

    For folks who would rather not read Ebooks, the paperback is coming soon, so stay tuned.

     

    Below is the Cadáin’s Watch Book Trailer.

     

     

    For reflections from an early reader, check out this post from Book Horde.

     

    I was sent a review copy which I just started reading and I am really impressed by how much the writer has grown since the first book, Tears of Paradox, which I reviewed last year. My main complaint about the first book was that we were too much in the characters’ heads and as a result the pacing was erratic and at times confusing.

    Cadain’s Watch does not have that problem – the characters are continually in action and the narrative flows briskly. This is great because it allows the writer’s talent for creating characters that feel intensely really come through.

     

    Thanks to all my friends and readers for your support! I hope you enjoy the book.

     

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  • Running Photo Blog ~ White Clay Creek

    I have gone back to my regular routine of running in White Clay Creek Preserve, near my home in Landenberg, PA. 

     

    Actually, walking and running. My sister wants to get in shape for summer, and due to arthritis and other painful issues, she can’t run. So we began walking together once or twice a week, carrying hand weights.

     

    Below are some of the sights from the past week.

     

    Today I walked with sis. We drove past this vineyard on our way to the parking lot.

     

     

    Following are photos from today’s walk.

     

     

    We walked along a section of the Penn Del trail and passed by the ruins (not pictured) of what once was the longest covered bridge in Landenberg. The bridge burned down in 1960 and was never rebuilt. The fire is generally thought to have been arson.

    According to an author friend who is doing research for a new book on the history of Landenberg, the bridge in question was built in 1874, and was 75 feet long and 14 feet wide.

    My online friend–he runs the Landenberg community Facebook Page–told the group that Landenberg once contained more covered bridges (a total of 10) than any other town in America.

    Chester County, where my family has lived since the early part of the 20th century, was the county with the most covered bridges, and the state of Pennsylvania held more covered bridges than any other state in the Union.

    As I have mentioned before, I get much of my inspiration for writing while running the trails next to the White Clay.

    Following is a scene from my book, The Notice, which makes mention of the bridge in question, along with the small church and graveyard just down the road. The church, London Tract Meeting House, was built around 1730. (I can’t remember the exact date off the top of my head.)

    London Tract Church is nicknamed Ticking Tomb Church, because one of the graves is said to emit a ticking sound. There’s a legend regarding this grave, but I can’t remember the details. It’s on google if you want to find out more.

    The sophomore asked if I wanted to see the area where she’d grown up.

    So we went for a drive. She directed me out Route 24 a little way, and then down various back roads, still in the late afternoon sun. We crossed into two other states and back before traveling down other creepy, overhung, winding roads and ending up back in the sticks somewhere.

    We drove by her parents’ house. I thought it looked like a mansion, high on top of a hill. I asked if she wanted to see them, and she just laughed. She said no, they didn’t need to know she was here, not right now. I got the impression they didn’t get along but I didn’t ask anything else. We rode around for a while, up and down hills on snaky little twisty back roads bordered by a creek, with old, rusting guardrails alongside. We passed road kill in various stages of decay, being fought over by vultures. More vultures circled lazily, high above an open field.

    We drove around for at least forty-five minutes, through woods and fields full of deer, cornfields and a few little churches, (none of them Catholic). We passed fieldstone houses and barns that looked hundreds of years old. A few stood so close to the road, it seemed they could have been touched by putting a hand out the car window. It was obvious some had once been inns or hotels. They were huge and rambling, maybe a little overgrown but still inhabited. Old structures stood in the middle of nowhere. Their fieldstone walls had been built up high, but now they were crumbling and not holding back anything anymore. We passed another strange sight. It was a fieldstone wall built into the side of a steep bank, with a tiny, arched, cave-like opening that may or may not have led somewhere.

    Horses, cows and sheep grazed in meadows next to long stretches of thick woods. Pastures full of cows bordered neighborhoods on the tops of hills, with huge houses, much bigger than the ones in my neighborhood. I’d never been through such a place in my life. The whole area came across as a different world, but what really stood out to me were all the bridges. They were everywhere, coming one after the other around every turn we took, and they were all shapes and sizes. Some were ancient covered bridges, so old I was surprised they were safe. I asked the sophomore why there were so many bridges. She replied that there was no way in or out of the area unless you crossed the creek. It wound in and out and around, and you had to cross it to get through the actual town. When I asked her nervously if we were almost there, she just laughed and said we’d been through already. I asked her when, and she replied that it wasn’t really a town, just a wide place in the road. An old store stood there, along with a church and another ancient bridge.

    I had no idea where I was. Up until then I hadn’t even known such places existed, especially that close to my hometown. Mom didn’t take us on vacations. She made it a point to expose us to what she deemed “culture,” and dragged us to New York City every summer to visit the Museum of Modern Art, the opera, science institutes, and off-Broadway plays. I hated every damn minute of it. I never complained, but unfortunately, with the exception of New York City, my only travels consisted of trips to the beach with Brad every summer. But I’m getting out. I’ll see the world…and I’ll forget her.

    The area surrounding us seemed surreal. I was reminded of that painter Brad’s mom liked, the one who painted farms, a lot of barns, all in muted tones. The image of a huge pig flashed through my mind and was gone as fast as it came. We crawled down another winding road along the creek and then on through some kind of deserted little crossroad next to an old stone church and a graveyard. The place was enclosed by a fieldstone wall, half falling down. The gravestones slanted this way and that. Next to the road stood a tall stone with a plaque mounted on it. I pulled over hastily to read it, thinking it might tell me where I was, but the words that jumped out of the dimness were “Indiantown,” and “William Penn,” along with the date: 1683. Then the sophomore began talking about the graveyard. Apparently, one of the graves was haunted. She called it Ticking Tomb, whatever the hell that meant.

    The words Mason-Dixon jumped out of her chatter, but all I noticed were the lightning bugs, flickering and flashing among the gravestones. Then I let out the clutch and we squealed away. The whole thing was giving me the creeps. As I sped on, she warned me not to turn off toward what looked like a place I could pull over. I need to take a leak. This place is creepy.

    The sophomore told me to keep straight on the road, or else we’d come to a dead end where stood the ruins of another covered bridge. It was burned down by arsonists fifty years earlier, and never rebuilt. She said it would have taken us to the next state again if we could have driven that way another quarter mile. I went on straight, still needing to take a whiz. Then we came to yet another little one-lane bridge, looming in the dim light of dusk. It humped in the middle and I was almost afraid to go up it, not knowing what might be lurking on the other side. MaybeBilly Penn’s ghost, or some pissed off Lenape holding a hatchet.

    My hair seemed to stand on end. I shivered, even though it was eighty-five degrees, as we finally went on. After the bridge the road narrowed even more. It became mostly gravel and I hoped Brad’s car didn’t get hit by tar chips. I can’t afford a new paint job. I navigated potholes, stepped on the clutch and shifted into low gear to get the Trans Am up a steep hill that was bordered on either side by high banks and more trees. They arched gloomily over the road in the twilight before it widened a little again, and we went down the other side. Where the hell are we? This place is creepy as shit.

    I asked her if she knew where we were, and she laughed again as we continued on up another hill, passing more cornfields on the left and dark woods on the right. She told me to take the next right. Go out the back way; we’d be back on the highway in ten minutes. It was getting dark as I turned at the stop sign, and we went on down another stretch of road. It was perfectly flat, bordered on either side by nothing but meadows and cornfields and one old farmhouse, way back at the edge of the woods. Damn…what a place for a race. Wish I knew about this a few years ago when Ceej and that little punk bastard were racing. This place would have been perfect. That little stuck up punk…wonder whatever happened to him…

    Her next words—something to the effect that the place had been known as the Flats for as long as anyone could remember, and that her uncle used to race his ‘68 GTO there before he went on to be killed in Vietnam—made my hair stand on end again. But then I saw the sign. Some state park buried out there in the boonies.

     

    The above scene is told from the POV of protagonist Jason, who while a high school senior had a fling with a mysterious older woman known as the sophomore. (For more on the sophomore, please read book 3 in my series).

    Though told from Jason’s POV, I wrote what I saw as child in my own hometown, and what I see today while running. Some readers grow impatient with my dreamy flashback scenes, but I want my grandchildren to someday read my vision of the town where their great-great grandparents lived.

     

    Here are some shots from the past week or so.

    White Clay Creek
    View of White Clay Creek. Taken in Delaware.
    A bridge in Landenberg Pennsylvania
    This is the bridge that Jason was nervous about crossing. It does hump in the middle, and it’s difficult to see what might be waiting on the opposite side. Located on Sharpless Road, a short distance from London Tract Meetinghouse.
    White Clay Creek Preserve, Landenberg, PA
    Snowdrops next to Sharpless Road.

    Sharpless Road, Landenberg. This is the other side of the hill that Jason and the sophomore drove down.

     

    This morning, sis and I drove home on the above road. (Sis didn’t really know it existed!) It’s one of my favorite places to run, since the view from the top of the hill is stunning no matter the season. Note the slight tinge of red buds in the trees.

    Besides the benefits to my health, running also takes off any load of worry or anxiety I may be having. And it’s also a great way to get inspiration.

    Below is an abandoned farmhouse nearby. We walked past it today. This is what it looked like last summer.

     

     

     

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  • Today’s Democrats: Intolerance, Ha...

    Many Democrats have no intention of mending fences with those of us who did not vote for Hillary Clinton.  It’s obvious when we see their intolerance for people who do not subscribe to Leftist ideology.

    It’s running rampant in America. Democrats are teaching their children to hate the President and to shun other children whose parents voted for Donald Trump. Hatred and cruelty are everyday occurrences.

    I’ll start with an example of intolerance and hatred being taught to children by Democrats. Please watch this short video from Facebook:

     

     

    I’m sure I’m not the only person who finds this video disturbing. These Democrat parents are teaching their children to hate President Trump. Note the way the parents scream at the kids to “tear him apart!”

    They smile and cheer as their children rip this effigy disguised as a piñata limb from limb. After the Trump figure is ripped apart, the children are rewarded with candy.

    So, hatred and acts of simulated violence on a figure representing President Trump are rewarded by these Democrat zealots.

    Their children are innocent and are being used as pawns in a dangerous game.

    Now I have no idea how many Liberal Democrat parents are teaching their children to hate the President, (and, by default, anyone who voted for him), but I doubt this kind of incident is rare.

    My opinion comes from seeing young children at the various pussy marches that were held around the nation. Some of these kids were under 5, holding signs with messages of intolerance.

    If anyone believes this irresponsible parenting will end up benefitting the children involved, there’s a big bridge in Brooklyn I could sell you.

    This brings me to this past Sunday, where I ran into my dear friend at Mass.

    The gospel reading was Matthew 5: 38-48.

    38* “You have heard that it was said,x ‘An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth.’39y But I say to you, offer no resistance to one who is evil. When someone strikes you on [your] right cheek, turn the other one to him as well.40If anyone wants to go to law with you over your tunic, hand him your cloak as well.41Should anyone press you into service for one mile,* go with him for two miles.z42Give to the one who asks of you, and do not turn your back on one who wants to borrow.a

    Love of Enemies.

    43b “You have heard that it was said, ‘You shall love your neighbor and hate your enemy.’c44But I say to you, love your enemies, and pray for those who persecute you,45that you may be children of your heavenly Father, for he makes his sun rise on the bad and the good, and causes rain to fall on the just and the unjust.46For if you love those who love you, what recompense will you have? Do not the tax collectors* do the same?47And if you greet your brothers only, what is unusual about that? Do not the pagans do the same?*48So be perfect,* just as your heavenly Father is perfect.d

    One of the most difficult of Christ’s teachings for most people. The priest’s homily suggested that we ask God to help us in forgiving others, to pray for those who have wronged us, and to ask God to rain His blessings down upon them.

    Not an easy thing to do these days. We all have enemies. This is not conjecture.

    After Mass I greeted my friend, whom I met at church 8 years ago. We quickly became close during our work in the parish Pro Life ministry, and also community activism in opposing the Common Core curriculum being implemented at local schools. We are buddies, and she is my greatest friend in our parish. I love her.

    My friend suffered greatly at the hands of Leftist Democrat community agitators in her children’s school system because she refused to sit down and shut up about faulty texts and crappy Leftist ideological novels being taught as literature.

    For more on what happened please click here.

     

    After the hearing which other concerned parents were not permitted to attend, rumors began circulating that “some woman” was trying to ban books. The rumor was heard at the Bayard Taylor Library in Kennett Square. The rumor was also being spread in one of the New Garden polling places on election day, November 4th. People coming into the polling place to vote were told that someone was trying to “ban” books at Kennett High School. All of this talk of “banning” did the trick.

    On the evening of November 10th, my friend Angie went to the school board meeting alone. She had asked me to go with her, and I said no. I had no idea what was going to happen and neither did she. I’m pretty sure Angie’s husband did end up joining her at the meeting before it ended, but I wish I had gone. She could have used a friend.

    The room where the school board met that night was filled with adults and students wearing “We Read Banned Books” buttons. There was quite a large group. Angie told me she was sitting quietly and wondering what the hell was going on, since the vote was to decide whether the book should be kept under age restrictions. A group of about 5-6 kids sat nearby, along with a few parents. Angie decided to ask them why they were at the meeting. Following is the paraphrased conversation:

    Angie: Why are you all here?

    Students: Our teachers asked us to come, because some lady is trying to ban books in our library.

    Angie: Oh no…that’s not what’s going on. I’m the person who’s concerned about the book, but I didn’t ask for it to be banned. I’m just concerned about kids. Some kids may be too young to read what’s in the book, so we should make sure they can be talked to by someone like the counselor.”

    Students: What? You’re the lady?

    Angie: Yes. It’s me, but I don’t want to ban books.

    Students: We didn’t know. We were told by our teachers to come tonight to support the school because someone wanted to ban books. We didn’t know.

     

    Here’s more:

     

    The board whipped things up a bit more before they went on to other business. Following is a quote from board member Rudy Alphonso:

    “I think about the principles that our Founding Fathers laid ground for us (and) all the battles and all the people that have died over our 200-plus years to keep these fundamental freedoms in place and to allow us to have the choice whether or not we want to read something or not read something,” he said in his statement. “Banning this book, to me, would almost be like turning my back on all those hundreds of thousands of American veterans, men and women, who have died to allow us to keep those freedoms and not to have censorship. I see this attempt to ban this book as if we live in Nazi Germany. This is the United States of America. The Statue of Liberty rings for everyone.”

    This man and the other board members must have known that the book wasn’t leaving the school, yet he mentioned Nazi Germany. How unbelievably pathetic.

     

    So you see, Angie is not popular with many Democrats in her community. And now, because she is a Republican committee person for her township, and her neighbors know she supported President Trump, one of her children is being shunned by an “adult” neighbor.

     

     

    Virgin and Child

     

    After Mass on Sunday we went inside the multi-purpose chapel that was recently built at our parish church. Above is a statue that graces the chapel. I don’t know the title of the statue, but as you can see, the Blessed Virgin Mary and her Son are surrounded by children of many races and ethnicities.

    As Angie was relating the incident, we gazed at the statue. Here’s what happened.

    The neighborhood itself shows signs of displeasure with Trump. A mailbox is tied with a black ribbon, and there are other signs of dislike.

    Anyway, Angie related that her son, age 8, was playing in her yard with a neighbor’s child, and the child’s mother called him to come home, and not to play with his friend because “they” are mean people.

    *Note* – I have met the woman in question three times, at various parties at Angie’s house.

    Anyway, Angie’s 8 year old was upset at what was said, as any child would be. Then the following occurred.

    I don’t know if it was directly after the neighbor boy was told to get out of that yard or if it maybe happened later, at the bus stop or some other time, but the little boy approached Angie and said (paraphrase): I want to play here. I don’t think you are mean. But my mom says you are mean people and I can’t play with ___. (Angie’s son).

    Again, she told me this directly after we had listened to a priest speak of forgiving and praying for those who hurt us, while looking at a statue of Christ surrounded by children of differing ethnicities.

    It really was a strange feeling.

    Sigh…

    I would like to know how the Democrat mom in question is any different than a white woman before Civil Rights who taught her children never to speak or play with a black child.

    Or how she is different from a German mother in 1932 teaching her children not to ever associate or play with a Jewish child.

    If anyone can explain the difference, please do so in the comments.

    I myself see no difference.  I have known this little boy for many years. He is a wonderful child with a big heart, yet he is shunned by a woman who used to eat in his home.

    This woman is a Democrat, and seemingly sees no irony in what she did. Democrats pride themselves on being tolerant and loving, yet she was cruel, intolerant and hateful to an 8-year- old boy.

    Again, for any Democrat who might be reading, please help me to understand why this, or the hatred in the above video, is acceptable in America today. I’ll wait.

    My opinion is that these children will grow up to be sad, guilt-ridden individuals, or perhaps hateful bullying thugs like the ones we see beating people and pepper spraying them for wearing a Trump hat.

    And now for my own reflections on the unfortunate fact that the Democrats are practicing intolerance and hatred.

    White Clay Creek, Chester County, PA

     

    Above is a branch of White Clay Creek near my home in Chester County, Pennsylvania. I run here in White Clay Creek Preserve.

    On Sunday afternoon I went running and snapped the above photo. Though not visible in the picture, the park was full of people. It was a beautiful day, and I saw many families walking together with their dogs, and also other runners and some trail bikers.

    As I was running I smiled and said hello to everyone who made eye contact, all the while wondering if they would hate me if they knew I voted for Trump.

    I have had similar experiences over the years while running, but they usually occurred when the park was almost deserted.

    I once got a strange feeling about a man who was walking his dog in the dead of winter while I was running in the bitter cold. I don’t know why, but the man seemed off. I got the feeling he might be out looking to hurt someone.

    He was there on and off whenever I went to a certain trail. Sometimes I saw him in the parking lot and took off down the road so he wouldn’t know which path I planned to take. Other times he was on the road but very close to the trail. He was always wearing a parka with a hood, and walking a little dog.

    When I saw him I was put in mind of the movie The Silence of Lambs. I have no idea why, but I always ran away as fast as I could.

    And then one day I came around a bend in the trail far away from the road. I was all alone in the bitter cold, running in an isolated place. This was 8 years ago.

    As I ran I wondered what to do. I prayed. I didn’t stop or turn around, for whatever reason.  I kept running right toward him, praying.

    And then out of nowhere came a tall, fit man, running directly toward me. He passed me as I was passing the guy with the dog.

    He came along out of the blue. I had never seen him before, and I never saw him again. And that was the last time I ever saw the man with the dog.

    Now you may say I’m imagining things, or I was paranoid, or any number of 21st Century notions. But I believe an Angel passed by at the very moment I need God’s help.

    After that, I began to carry pepper spray while running.

    And on Sunday I ran with my paper spray, smiling at people, half of whom were probably Democrats that might hate me for my beliefs, remembering what the priest had said. Pray for those who hurt you.

    It was surreal. And then I heard the sound of gunfire. People were target shooting off in the distance. The sound carried, and everyone on the trail could hear the shots.

    It went on for the remainder of my run. It was like a balm. I was comforted. Because again, everyone in the park could hear it. If any far Leftists like the ones described above were walking along wondering who voted for who in that park, they were surely put on notice.

    We know many Democrats hate us.They tell us in many ways everyday, in social media comments, in acts of violence at riots, and in their obstruction and slander of Trump and every person he appoints to his cabinet.

    And they know we know. But they also know that as a group we possess the great equalizer.

    Again, it’s comforting to have the protection afforded by the 2nd Amendment.

    The Democrats who teach their children to hate us would do well to teach them about our right to bear arms while they instruct them on shunning, bullying and hating other children. It might be helpful to the children at some point down the road.

     

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  • Tears of Paradox #FreeKindle Giveaway ~...

    My free book promotion for Tears Of Paradox got over 1700 downloads.

     

    Thank You

     

    This was the best promotion I have ever run, and to everyone who decided to take a chance and download Tears, I’d like to say Thank You!

    For those who open the book on their Kindle someday and decide to give it a try, Thank you, too!

    For all of my friends who tweeted, shared Facebook & Gab posts and helped spread the word, Thank you!

    To vm, blogger at Bookhorde who placed my book in a Valentines Day post, Thank you!

    And finally, to the Conservative Libertarian Fiction Alliance, Thank you! The placement of Paradox in the CLFA February Booknado helped more people find my book.

    I hope readers like the book and the entire series. 🙂

     

    A note for new readers.

    My books are near future dystopias told from the POVs of Catholic/Christian characters. On Amazon they are categorized as Christian Fantasy and Futuristic Christian Fiction in addition to other categories.

    But my books are not what many Christian Fiction readers might be used to. I made it a point to model my characters on what I see and hear every day from my own husband, family, and other working class people. We are devout Catholics, yet my husband is not a saint.

    I have read that much of Christian fiction forbids any use of swear words (even mild ones) and sometimes the characters are not portrayed as gritty sinner types.

    If you downloaded my book and find that it’s not what you thought it would be, I hope you will give it a try anyway. I explain my thought process and the time I spent agonizing over the way I portrayed my male characters in a blogpost I wrote. Click here.

    But back to the question at hand. Should we or shouldn’t we write characters who actually do and say the things we ourselves do and say? My answer is: How could we not? After all, we are following Christ for a reason. We are all sinners. If we weren’t we wouldn’t need Christ. What good would it be to write characters who don’t sin and struggle? After all, if they were perfect they would have much less need of Christ’s light. I’m sure some folks would disagree with me, and of course that is their prerogative, but I must admit that I like a certain amount of true to life grittiness in the fictional books I read. This includes books with Catholic or Christian themes, precisely because such works show the world realistically.

    IMO writing realistic characters can actually be a boon. If Jason had been a choirboy while getting ready to begin serving overseas during the Global War On Terror, it would have seemed fake, fake, fake. He had just left the girl he loved behind and his future was uncertain. Such a man, though a believer and even a sporadic churchgoer, simply wouldn’t have not gotten drunk at least once, and probably many more times. The same goes for Brad, a student of pharmacy in Memphis TN. A product of the times, living in an old dump of a house with a bunch of roommates. Of course Brad sowed wild oats.

    However, during the course of the book, times begin to change. It is made clear in early chapters of Tears Of Paradox that both Brad and Jason were given a moral upbringing in the Catholic Church. Though they did drift away for a time, they found the “world” to be not of their liking. This makes their ultimate return to the Faith and Jason’s treatment of Michelle all the more satisfying. When Brad finally marries he too becomes a changed man, in part because of his faith, even though he doesn’t see it at the time.

     

    monstrance and Blessed Sacrament

    By the middle of the book both men are married to women they love and treasure, and Jason, due to his struggle to cope with circumstances beyond his control, is spending time in Adoration of The Blessed Sacrament.

    Such a transformation — from lady killer to a man relying solely on Christ — would have meant much less if Jason hadn’t been portrayed as a sinner. And in fact, he continues to fall and fail and ask for forgiveness throughout the series. I use the word transformation deliberately. Tears of Paradox and The Notice are part of The Storms of Transformation Series. As usual there is irony, or perhaps paradox, because not only is America being transformed, but the characters are as well.

     

    Above is my outlook on things.

    Again, thank you to all! I’m feeling pretty good today, knowing that 1700 potential readers have a copy of my book on their devices.


    For a sneak peek into book 3, Cadáin’s Watch, check out the book trailer below. 

     

    Now, back to work.

     

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  • #FreeKindle Promotion ~ Tears Of Paradox...

    Tears Of Paradox (Storms of Transformation Series Book 1) is free on Kindle through Wednesday February 15.

    Here’s what readers think about Tears Of Paradox.

     

     

    And, it’s time for the CLFA February Booknado!


    The monthly Booknado showcases books written by members of the Conservative Libertarian Fiction Alliance, a counter-cultural group of talented authors, artists, columnists, publishers and other creative people who are working to bring quality books and other media to the underserved Conservative and Libertarian public.

     

    From the Booknado:

    New Releases:


    Live and Let Bite (Love at First Bite Book 3) by Declan Finn
    The third book in the Dragon Award nominated “Love at First Bite” series.


    The Undercover Captain (Captain Nancy Martin Book 2) by Henry Vogel
    It will take every bit of skill Nancy and Erica have to track down the evil genius behind the disappearances. Defeating them will be a different matter entirely.


    Letters from Aztlan by John L. Wolf
    In a dystopian, post-meltdown United States, a cynical, aging gunfighter receives a letter from an old friend in desperate need of help. He must fight his way across cartel occupied territory to find her.

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    Fringe meets Narnia at Hogwarts

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    Rachel Griffin returns for more rousing adventure and humor!

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    America has fallen to a Marxist bureaucracy, and the parents of an unborn child go underground to keep their baby’s existence a secret.

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    Eight years after Z-Day, the surviving remnants of mankind face the unknown. The scars of the long war run deep. And hope is a dangerous thing when the real enemy might just be the survivors themselves.

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    Bulletproof Vestments (Father Jay Book 1) by Jane Lebak
    A former gang member has tracked down the man who ratted out his brother 10 years ago. It’s time for some good old-fashioned revenge, except the man in question is disabled. And he’s a priest. And no one’s going to let him go down without a fight.

     

    As you can see, there are Vampires, Harry Potter style Fantasies, YA and Dystopian titles, including my own book.

    Since July of 2014 I’ve been a proud member of CLFA. I have found new friends, writing advice and critiques, and professionals who offer their services as cover artists, editors and beta readers. Members include specialists in areas unfamiliar to me (like guns) who will happily answer questions.

    Other members have online radio shows that will book authors as guests.

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  • One Man’s Dystopia is Another...

    March 14 is fast approaching and I’m getting ready for the release of Cadáin’s Watch, book three in my dystopian series.

    My latest effort is a new book trailer.

     

     

    I’m very excited about my latest book. Part of the reason is that I no longer believe that it will all come true, now that Hillary Clinton was not elected president.

    As long as the GOP stands up to the Left and the courts don’t all go rogue, we have a chance to remain a free country.

    Of course it’s not certain. The courts are iffy. They’re packed with Leftists who do not glance at the law while deciding cases that may mean life or death for the Americans they were appointed to serve.

    We’ve seen evidence of it recently with an activist judge’s ruling (which is completely devoid of any reason and has nothing to with the constitution or the law) against President Trump’s EO for a 90 day travel ban from countries that are failed states and that may harbor people who want Americans to die.

    The 9th Circuit Court of appeals ruled against Trump, and now the case will go to the Supreme Court.

    My hope is that SCOTUS will look at the actual law and the constitution and reverse the 9th Circuit. Doing otherwise could be dangerous.

    In the day or two after the Leftist judge made a ruling that Trump’s EO was not constitutional, refugees from the countries in question doubled in number compared to pre-Trump’s executive order.

     

    The State Department has more than doubled the rate of refugees from Iraq, Syria and other suspect countries in the week since a federal judge’s reprieve, in what analysts said appears to be a push to admit as many people as possible before another court puts the program back on ice.

    A staggering 77 percent of the 1,100 refugees let in since Judge James L. Robart’s Feb. 3 order have been from the seven suspect countries. Nearly a third are from Syria alone — a country that President Trump has ordered be banned altogether from the refugee program. Another 21 percent are from Iraq. By contrast, in the two weeks before Judge Robart’s order, just 9 percent of refugees were from Syria and 6 percent were from Iraq.

    “There’s no doubt in my mind they would be doing whatever they could to get people in before something changes because, from their perspective, their motivation is to resettle these folks. It would not be the first time that State Department officials have prioritized facilitating someone’s entry to the United States over security concerns,” said Jessica Vaughan, policy studies director at the Center for Immigration Studies.

     

    The above could be very dangerous. Back in December a Somali refugee raped a woman on a bus in Minneapolis. He had been admitted to America by Obama only three months earlier.

    A 22-year old Somali man who arrived in the United States in September faces charges of criminal sexual conduct, a felony punishable by up to 30 years in prison.

    “A Minneapolis man is being charged with criminal sexual conduct after being accused of raping a woman on a bus passing through Crookston Friday,” according to the Crookston Times.

    “Mohamed Harir Ayanle, 22, was released from the Northwest Regional Correction Center Monday on a $5,000 bond and on the condition that he does not leave Minnesota,” the Times reported.

    According to the criminal complaint filed with the Minnesota 9th Judicial District Court in Polk County, the suspect “just moved to Minnesota on September 22, 2016 from Somalia.”

     

    That’s only one incident though. In Europe, where the refugee resettlement program is much further along than America’s, people are dying. See here.

    Here’s another horror story. Daughter of top EU official raped and murdered in Germany–Afghan migrant admits killing.

     

    Maria Ladenburger, the daughter of a high-ranking EU official, was returning from a party in the university city of Freiburg in Germany when she was assaulted on a cycle path.

    She was raped and then drowned before her body was found in the River Dreisam.

    The shocking incident happened on October 16 but details have only been released after an arrest on Friday.

    The suspect, an Afghan migrant, was caught after police found DNA on a scarf near the path.

    The scarf reportedly belonged to Maria.

    They also found a strand of hair on a nearby blackberry bush.

    Officers then trawled CCTV to see find people with a similar hairstyle, which led them to the suspect.

    Following his arrest the suspect, aged 17, pleaded guilty to the attack and will be sentenced next year.

     

    The stories above are not included here to sway Leftist opinion on Trump’s attempt to restrict travel for 90 days from countries classified by Obama as dangerous.

    The Leftists and Democrats who back the the decision of the court are beyond reason. They hate Trump, and no amount of pleas for reason will convince them that Trump is not Hiitler, but just the new President of the United States who is doing his job to protect Americans from harm.

    I included these examples to make the following point: If an American or Americans are hurt or killed by one or more refugees that were processed into the country at high speed just to get back at Trump, then the judge who began this, the 9th Circuit, and all of the Leftist media who do not report incidents like the above WILL be blamed.

    This is not conjecture. They will have blood on their hands, and President Trump will be well within his rights to call for the impeachment by Congress of the judges.

    Against the hostile media there is no justice. They are never held to account for anything and they never will be unless people stop watching them.

    And the bloody hands will also be worn by Leftists who would take the chance of allowing someone else’s child, mother, sister, brother, father or mother to be attacked by an un-vetted refugee.

    They will never admit that themselves, but they will be blamed by the rest of us. This will further divide America. However, they got back at Trump, so, no biggie.

    What does all of this have to do with dystopias?

    While perusing the twitter mobs on or about November 10 I happened to see a tweet from a leftist opining that he was finding it hard to get used to living in a dystopia.

    This led me to type the words dystopia and dystopian into a twitter search. There I found many such tweets, all from Leftists (some of them authors) saying they were living in a dystopia.

    This is still going on today. Try the search yourself and you’ll see the evidence.

    Now please. It took only the election of Trump to make Liberals “feel” like they are living in a dystopia. On what basis?

    Their candidate of choice lost the election.

    Meanwhile, conservatives have just lived through 8 years of tyranny and abuse by Obama and his Leftist minions.

    Our groups (Tea Party) were targeted by the IRS and declared to be “risky” by the Obama administration.

    We were and are being forced to purchase a product by law (health insurance) which violates our rights under the Constitution.

    Businesses were mobbed and attacked and sued by Leftists for refusing to bake a freaking cake. People’s lives were ruined, They were fired from their jobs for holding the “wrong” opinion on matters of conscience.

    The list could on for two pages or more, and these pretentious Liberals actually believe they were inserted into a dystopia one day after their candidate lost an election?

    What does that say about them?

    While we suffered with no recourse and no voice, they were living it up, adding their tweets and their one star yelp reviews on pizza shops to the crushing of conservatives.

    While Harry Reid gutted the rules of the Senate and became a one man gatekeeper on which bills were brought to the floor for votes, Liberals were yukking it up and pointing and laughing and name calling us when we lost un-winnable battles in our representative government.

    While we watched in horror as Planned Parenthood executives spoke of selling the body parts of aborted infants in hopes of earning enough blood money to buy a Lamborghini, Leftists screamed that PP could do no wrong, even after seeing footage of the crimes.

    While we begged the press to cover the Gosnell house of abortion horrors trial, the press box remained empty but for one or two real journalists.

    While Obama made veiled threats against working class Americans and told his disciples to counter us by saying  ‘If they bring a knife to the fight, you bring a gun’ (paraphrase) Leftists were shouting us down on social media and labeling everyone who disagreed with them as a racist.

    While we fought for the recognition that four Americans were left to die horrible deaths at the hands if Islamist butchers in Benghazi by Hillary Clinton and Obama, they were tweeting “Benghazi, Benghazi, Benghazi” and rolling their eyes.

    While we pleaded for the truth to be told at the Benghazi hearings, Leftists decided to run the woman responsible for the failed Libyan policy that led to the attacks for president.

    And they now believe they are living through tough times?

    The un-attachment to reality is evident.

    No, Leftists, you’re not living in a dystopia. We were.

    As a matter of fact, we still are. Your screaming and chanting protests are making life more difficult for everyone.

    During the terrible tyranny of Obama, which Leftists believed were high times, I prayed for deliverance from them and wrote my books.

    Each book contains fictional incidents that turned out to become fact under Obama.

    Book three describes my vision of the natural end of the path the Leftists were forcing us down.

    I still have hope that what I wrote will not become our future. But with the unhinged behavior and complete disrespect for law that we have witnessed since November 8, it’s still possible for my dystopia to become our reality.

     

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  • March For Life 2017 ~ A Labor of Love

    Today I watched the March for Life in a livestream from EWTN

    The coverage, including the rally on the National Mall, with speakers Kellyanne Conway, VP Mike Pence, Eric Metaxas (author of Bonhoeffer), Mia Love and Cardinal Timothy Dolan can be accessed here.

    The rally was mind blowing. It was full of inspiration, love, respect, prayer and hope. If you want to be uplifted I would encourage you to watch, even if you are not prolife.

    This post will consist of screenshots from my computer and links to tweets from people who attended the march.

    Unlike the Pink Kitty Ladies protest against President Trump last weekend, which featured hateful screaming speeches, women who wore vaginas on their heads, and signs which desecrated the Catholic religion, today’s event was classy, kind, prayerful, inspiring and full of love and respect for all human beings around the world.

    But before I share the beauty I saw today, I must mention some ugliness. On both Facebook and Twitter, the ugliness of last weekend is intruding on today’s march. That is to be expected of course; the “tolerant” crowd are simply doing what they do.

    However, they are crafting a narrative about crowd size, saying that the Pink Kitty protest was much bigger than today’s March for Life.

    That may or may not be true; from what I saw today, there were probably 150,000 or more people marching for life, but time will tell.

    However, the Pink Kitties are not taking two important facts into account.

    1) The March for Life has taken place every January for the past 44 years, even if the news media refuses to report it. If the Pink Kitties were placed next to all the marchers from this year and years past, it would be like comparing the number of men that many pro lifers have slept with (probably between 10 and zero) to the amount Madonna has slept with (no one will ever know for sure but most likely below a thousand).

    Sorry for the picture I just painted, but I thought it was a good way to make my point. Last week’s March was a drop in the ocean.

    2) The March for Life is not funded by George Soros, and the Pink Kitty-Trump protest almost certainly was.

    Please read this Chicks on the Right article, Women’s March Organizers Funded By Notorious Leftist Billionaire George Soros.

     

    New York Times columnist Asra Q. Nomani explains how she followed the money trail and how it all came back to Soros –

    By my draft research, which I’m opening up for crowd-sourcing on GoogleDocs, Soros has funded, or has close relationships with, at least 56 of the march’s “partners,” including “key partners” Planned Parenthood, which opposes Trump’s anti-abortion policy, and the National Resource Defense Council, which opposes Trump’s environmental policies. The other Soros ties with “Women’s March” organizations include the partisan MoveOn.org (which was fiercely pro-Clinton), the National Action Network (which has a former executive director lauded by Obama senior advisor Valerie Jarrett as “a leader of tomorrow” as a march co-chair and another official as “the head of logistics”). Other Soros grantees who are “partners” in the march are the American Civil Liberties Union, Center for Constitutional Rights, Amnesty International and Human Rights Watch. March organizers and the organizations identified here haven’t yet returned queries for comment.

    DUDE. That’s not just one or two Soros-linked organizations that oddly showed up in the behind-the-scenes financials for these protests. That’s a TON of left-leaning organizations getting cash from the living, breathing example of a Bond villain.

    First terrorism, then Goldfinger. These progressive feminist marchers sure know how to pick their friends.

     

    So, the Women’s March was kind of easy for those who participated.

    It was held on a Saturday–March for Life is always held on a weekday when Congress is in session–and they didn’t have to raise a ton of money because George Soros funded them.

    Their job consisted of knitting pussy hats, passing them out, donning vagina costumes and making those nasty signs showcased in Megan Fox’s PJ Media article (linked above). Then they went out and had fun listening to a woman who needs a mental health intervention.

    Of course, they may have had to put out funds for transportation, but other than that, there was no grassroots activism. It was all planned by the Far Left.

    Now for the images of today 🙂

     

    Above is the March route. As you can see, the Mall, beginning at the Washington Monument (far left) stretches for blocks. When I attended the 2009 March for life, we were way back near the monument, not nearly close enough to hear the speeches or see the big screens (if they even had them back then).

    The route is highlighted in red. It’s a long march up Constitution Avenue past the Capitol building and around the corner to the Supreme Court, where the march ends.

     

    The above map was included in this article by International Business Times.

     

     Above: Marchers gathered in front of the Supreme Court ahead of the actual March.

     

    Below are more photos.

     

    I took screenshots with my timestamp in the upper right corner. As you’ll see, this march was HUGE.

     Above, the front of the March at 2:15 pm, on Constitution ave.

    The following photos are in order of timestamp.

    Above, the front of the March has reached the Supreme Court building at 2:38 pm. But there are still tens of thousands of marchers to come.

    You can see the Washington Monument in the distance. There are still thousands marching.

    In front of SCOTUS at 2:58 pm. President Trump’s tweet is featured.

    Following are screenshots without timestamps that show the huge crowds.


    Hooray! There’s Our Lady of Guadalupe as she really is, unlike the creepy and blasphemous effigies carried by Crazy Cat Ladies last week.

    Our Lady of Guadalupe, pray for us!

    Below are a few tweets from March attendees and others. 

     

    https://twitter.com/jason_a_owens/status/825103056014544898

    What a difference a week makes!

     

    On a personal note, I have been involved on & off with the respect life movement since 2008.

    Today’s March made history because, for the first time, the VP of the United States addressed the crowds.

    I truly believe that we are making great strides toward changing hearts and minds in America.

    And it is being done because of God, who is Love.

     

     

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  • Nearing the Finish Line ~ Cadáin’s...

    A quick update for readers.

    As you probably know, Cadáin’s Watch, Book 3 in The Storms Series, is going live on Amazon on March 14.

    And today, I made a few last revisions to the manuscript, did another spell check, and sent it to be formatted!

    Now, I can breathe.

     

    To preorder Cadáin’s Watch, click the photo above.

     

    And please check out Freedom’s Light: Short Stories at the link below.

    My short story, The Birthday Party, is included in this new anthology endorsed by the Conservative Libertarian Fiction Alliance. The story is set in 1923. A lesser character from the Storms Series, Adela (whose daughter, Patty, hid pregnant Michelle in her Pennsylvania farmhouse), is the heroine.

     

     

    Happy reading everyone!

     

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  • Cadáin’s Watch is Available for Pr...

    What a great bit of news to report! Cadáin’s Watch, the third and final book of the Storms Of Transformation Series is available on Amazon for kindle preorder!

     

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    Above is the cover, designed by author and graphic artist Kia Heavey.  I am thrilled with the book cover. It really stands out, and allows readers to know what is contained between the pages.

    And, I designed the warrior-angel Cadáin myself. This was no small feat, as I was almost a beginner in photoshop. However, the angel finally turned out the way I envisioned him.

    On another note, according to feedback from an early reader, Cadáin’s Watch can be described as a “stand alone” book. Readers need not have read the first two books in the series to enjoy the third.

    And fans of Tears Of Paradox and The Notice will not be disappointed in Cadáin’s Watch, so please order your copy today!

    To preorder Cadain’s Watch (release date March 14), please click here.

    And to my friends and readers, thank you for your support of my work!

     

    Thank You

     

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