Books in the Series:

The Gathering Storm, Book 1

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0D58M75XY

The Arrival, Book 2

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0D2LXSQF4

The Relief, Book 3

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0D7B2DNB3

Tip of the sword, Book 4

Blade Cuts, Book 5

Loose Ends, Book 6

The Gathering Storm, Book 1

Murder . . . International Intrigue . . . Nuclear Threat . . . And a Secret Military Assassination Team formed to Change the World’s Geopolitics.

Captain Alvarez knows one thing, his Delta Force squad needs to kill everyone at the Taliban meeting.
Otherwise, there’d be horrific consequences. But, one gets away.

 Alvarez and a female USAF pilot are recruited to an elite team—so classified it doesn’t officially exist. The team’s purpose is hidden. Their training makes no sense.

 Disaster strikes. The team is deployed.

 Their mission? Beyond insane. One with no return.

 Dictators will fall. Nations will crumble. The course of history will be irrevocably changed..

Experience intriguing personalities, gripping events, intense battles, sprinkles of wit, and a dash of searing romance!

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See a preview of The Gathering Storm, Book 1, Chapter 1 at the bottom of this page!

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The Arrival, Book 2

An Expedition into the Unknown. A Fight for Survival. Sizzling Encounters. Assassination Missions.                     

Team A makes their strange journey to their new world—to a harsh reception. There’s no going back. Now to rewrite history.

After recuperating, they set about to establish an operating base and prepare for their assigned missions.

The team recruits Special Forces soldiers to do their dirtier work and sends them on a risky assassination assignment in the Cambodian jungle.

Fighter pilot Christy Peterson is tasked with obtaining help from a past acquaintance, U.S. Senator Kyle Peterson—her young father. Past and future realities collide.

The team’s first mission: eradicate HIV before it spreads, and it's an unsettling one.

Each mission alters the timeline with unknown consequences—and risks unraveling OGA’s meticulously planned out assignments. “If you want to make God laugh, tell him about your plans for the future.”

Don’t wait to experience this wild voyage!

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The Relief, Book 3

Hunting Major Chernoff in Uganda . . . Intense Combat . . . Disaster . . . Team B Arrives! . . . Hello Libya.

 OGA turns its sights on Uganda . . .                                                                                                                                                             To hunt Major Chernoff . . . And change a few things.                                                                                         

What? More clean up to do in Uganda? And what a mess . . .

The team gets important news from the future about the bombing!

It turns out the U.S. State Department isn’t happy about losing their hundred million dollar AC-130 aircraft.

Team B arrives! . . . Oh, no!

An unlikely union . . . the Papacy gets involved.

It’s Libya’s turn for OGA meddling. Webb works his diplomatic skills, but needs to resort to Plan B.

More wild action-adventure rides, visceral intrigues, and historical personalities . . . and dash of steamy . . .

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Tip of the Sword, Book 4

The General goes hunting . . . Let’s stop the Islamic Revolution in Iran. No, not an attack on OGA!

Really O’Riely, what the hell are you up to at your Cayman Island paradise?

The General embarks solo on an OGA assignment to help de-nuclearize South Asia. And has his own personal mission to amend a traumatic event in his past. Be forewarned, the General finds some white-hot sizzle!

The new OGA base camp is open off the coast of Venezuela!

It's time for OGA's most crucial mission: preventing the Iran's Islamic Revolution and alleviate the Middle East’s future quagmire. But first, Webb and Asabad need to persuade the arrogant Shah of Iran to accept their plan.

What? An attack on OGA?

More wild twists in this adrenaline-packed geopolitical military action-adventure series.

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Blade Cuts, Book 5

Damnit Chernoff! . . . Alvarez visits the barrio to help his mom . . . A major shakeup in the Middle East . . . Hello Surprise! . . . The 1972 Munich Olympics.

Chernoff screws up OGA’s work in Libya.

Alvarez pays a visit East L.A. to fix his troubled childhood—his backstory.

Time to change things up in the Middle East! The Kremlin’s not a happy camper.

 Ooops!

What! Chernoff fucks things up again, big time!

More Middle East geopolitical reorganization . . . but not by the OGA.

Really . . . a doublecross?

Hello Lindicita!

The 1972 Munich Olympics—what could possibly go wrong?

Oh no, tell me it’s not so!

Ready for more unexpected events in this intense gritty geopolitical military action-adventure series?

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Loose Ends, Book 6

Again? OGA’s under attack? . . . The Yom Kippur War . . . Young Alexander in Lebanon . . . Remember Abdul, the bomber? . . . Come on, let’s get Chernoff and Asabad.

The U.S. government goes after OGA.

 The Yom Kippur War and OGA’s solution to the Palestine Problem.

 Alvarez gets bad news.

 No! More attrition?

 Here it is . . . the General’s backstory. Young Alexander visits his dad in Beirut. . . . Ohhh Jamila. The Lebanese Civil War.

 What ever happened to Abdul, the destroyer of D.C. and N.Y.C.? He should be on the scene by now.

 Poor General Alexander . . .

 Can we ever kill that slippery Chernoff? And, damn it, find Asabad.

 Lots more fascinating historical stuff, hope, despair, and intrigue.

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The Gathering Storm, Book 1, Chapter 1 preview:

Chapter 1

Bannu, Pakistan, near the Afghanistan border

10 P.M., October 2006

We make war so that we may live in peace.

—Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC), Greek philosopher, student of Plato, and teacher of Alexander the Great

The crisp night sky above the remote ancient city twinkled with stars.

In the distance, flashes of lightning foreshadowed an approaching dark mass of thunderclouds.

Grit crunched as a guard atop a flat residential rooftop propped his boot on its dusty ledge and gazed up at the oncoming turbulence. A jagged flash of lightning burst from the sky, bathing city below with contorted silhouettes. A shiver ran down the guard’s back.

The heavens turned black. He pulled on the strap of his rifle to better adjust it over his shoulder. Turning his back to the growing breeze, he cupped a hand to his face and lit a cigarette. He took a long drag to calm his jitters. Hot smoke filled his lungs and gave him warmth against the cold bite of the night. As he exhaled, the smoke swirled in front of his face in eerie ghostly twists. A gust of wind blew by. He curiously watched it disappear.

A hand grasped his mouth from behind—his body froze with fright. A glint of black steel flashed by. A burning sting exploded across his throat.

His eyes screamed in frantic terror. The attacker’s left hand gripped tighter into the flesh of the guard’s mouth. The knife hand dropped down to clutch the guard’s waist, bending him backward. The assailant knelt, pulling his victim onto the ground. The body quivered in grotesque spasms, held immobile by the attacker’s unyielding arms. The man’s life drained away with sickly sounds of blood gurgling out of the open gash.

Captain Alvarez released his grip, allowing the body to settle onto the rooftop. He wiped clean the blade of his knife on the man’s jacket sleeve. Looking down to sheath his knife, Alvarez noticed a light steamy fog rise as warm black blood welled up under the form on the frigid concrete. If that’s your soul, it’s going into oblivion, you evil shit. Alvarez remained kneeling and listened for activity. My dark skin should make it hard to see me up here. Behind him, laundry fluttered on the rooftop’s clothesline. Those sheets should hide my silhouette well up here. It’s good there’s no rain—so far. Too fucking cold to get drenched. He pulled down on his floppy pakol wool hat to adjust the head strap of his night vision goggles. Turning, he signaled with a single forward motion of his hand. Two bearded villager-looking men emerged from the shadows to join him. One of them, another Delta Force operator, took a shooting position with his TAC-50 sniper rifle to his right along the concrete rooftop ledge overlooking the street. The other man, Uhan, knelt next to Alvarez.

Alvarez turned his head toward Uhan. Okay, we’ll check out your story about a special Taliban meeting here tonight. I hope this is worth it. We’ve got shitty weather coming.

Alvarez studied Uhan, searching for any body language signs of betrayal. This had better not be a trap. I’ve worked with this gray-bearded man before and he’s provided good actionable intel on the local Taliban. Headquarters said his family was murdered by the Taliban. That doesn’t mean he’s trustworthy. Wish I had more men with me, but we’re the only group available.

Uhan pointed to the house across the street. “That where local Taliban leader live. Good friend of mine said he hear of meeting tonight. He see important chiefs arrive there over several day.”

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