VALIANT JOURNEY .. AN ACTION PACKED DRAMA, CRAMMED WITH CONSPIRACY, DANGER, AND SUSPENSE. THIS ENERGY- FILLED PLOT WILL DRAW YOU INTO THE ACTION. Brian, a brilliant scientist, is run off the road, badly injured, and taken to a nearby hospital only to be operated on by a naturalized Iranian brain surgeon who inserts a chip into his brain to steal the secrets about the laser project he has been working on at the Livermore Laboratories. Realizing something sinister was happening to him, Brian bolted from the hospital with a section of his skull still missing. By then, the FBI became involved and attempted to thwart the conspiracy, but in doing so they endanger Brians life. This suspense-filled plot continues to unfold, requiring his brother to choose between living a quiet life or joining the fracas to rescue his brother from eventual death by the Iranians.

A Western saga of a love triumphant in the face of overwhelming adversity

Princess. Captive. Gladiator. Always a Warrior. Fallon is the daughter of a proud Celtic king and the younger sister of the legendary fighter Sorcha. When Fallon was just a child, Sorcha was killed by the armies of Julius Caesar. On the eve of her seventeenth birthday, Fallon is excited to follow in her sister's footsteps and earn her place in her father's war band. She never gets the chance. Fallon is captured and sold to an elite training school for female gladiators—owned by none other than Julius Caesar himself. In a cruel twist of fate, the man who destroyed Fallon’s family might be her only hope of survival. Now, Fallon must overcome vicious rivalries, deadly fights in and out of the arena, and perhaps the most dangerous threat of all: her irresistible feelings for Cai, a young Roman soldier and her sworn enemy. A richly imagined fantasy for fans of Sarah J. Maas and Cinda Williams Chima, The Valiant recounts Fallon’s gripping journey from fierce Celtic princess to legendary gladiator and darling of the Roman empire.

I was around ten years old, sleeping in the back seat of my moms car, parked during evenings at the Detroit River. I looked out the window at the stars, as I feared morning until by exhaustion I would fall asleep. I often woke up having wet my pants from my very real and imagined fears. By day, my mom would look for work and wash clothes while I hung out with the old black guys that would spend their day fishing in the Detroit River. I thought I was the only one who grew up in fear, in a world of abuse, until at thirteen I finally met my half-brother at a professional boxing match. He was in sitting next to our dad. Donny looked at me from inside the ring, trying to figure out who I was as the fight announcer was making his formal introductions. All we had shared at this point was the same biological father. Little did we know...