Ron Sheffield, a gifted but tormented Green Beret, plagued by suicidal guilt because of his "special" abilities, is discharged from the army for going "crazy." Immediately, he is brutally beaten and shot by the Mafia, and is hospitalized near death. His life is dramatically saved by Amber Ash, who also possesses "special" abilities; and from there the two are propelled against mobsters, terrorists and an unsavory government cell out to kill them over Iraqi documents Ron possesses from his army service.
To save his sanity, Ron is forced into becoming a Mafia hit man, targeting only fallen mobsters. This brings Ron and Amber into contact with the powerful and secret society, Eros; this contact eventually actualizing Ron's mental gifts to a point beyond his imagination. Ron is confronted with the imminent nuclear obliteration of a major American city by a suicidal terrorist cell that only he can possibly stop, but finds it impossible to do so. Cliff-hanging ending in a spiritual fight against tyranny.
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Gerald was born in Flint, Michigan, receiving his AS and BBA in his home town. Receiving his MA and Ph.D. in psychology from Michigan State University, upon graduation he moved to Atlanta, Georgia, there joining the private practice of another psychologist. A year later, Gerald established his own private practice in Atlanta as a Consulting Psychologist, his professional activities including marriage counseling, psychotherapy, psychological evaluations and executive consultation. While in private practice, Gerald wrote the published nonfiction book THE SILENT MISERY---WHY MARRIAGES FAIL. Following this, during his 18 years as a Consulting Psychologist, he also wrote the three published novels THE CORRUPTORS, THE DEATH DISCIPLE and THE LAST COMING. While in private practice Gerald was listed in Who's Who in Georgia; Marquis Who's Who in the South and Southwest; Personalities of the South; Personalities of America; Outstanding Atlantans; Notable Americans and Dictionary of International Biography. Easing out of private practice, Gerald entered writing full-time, at first concentrating on screenplays and ghost-writing, producing two published ghost written books. Then moving to Gainesville, Georgia, he returned to novels, writing the published suspense thriller OF GOOD AND EVIL and is currently putting the final polishing touches to its sequel A TIME OF RECKONING. Gerald is a member of International Thriller Writers, is divorced, has two grown sons and is presently engaged.
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Short Excerpt- Chapter 1- Beginning:
They were all dead; except for one.
Ron grimaced. "Not again!"
Staying low and zigzagging in a quick pattern,Ron hastened over to Lieutenant Uebelacker. He was the last man on his team still alive; barely.
Mortally wounded, Uebelacker was lying motionless on the ground. His blackened face and military garb were soaked in patches of blood.
"Wh...where did they all come from?" Uebelacker attempted to focus in spite of his pain. His eyes were half closed in agony, and his breathing was labored.
"Hush, Lieutenant," Ron said, kneeling over him. "I'm getting you out of here."
"No. I can't move. Save yourself, Captain."
Again, bullets begin flying all about them. Death abounded. Ron, still kneeling, returned fire from his machine gun and remained untouched, but Uebelacker took another bullet. He jerked in agony, as though something had exploded in his head.
Ron's return fire halted the incoming fusillade, but now he was out of ammo. Suddenly an Arab was upon them, unleashing a dagger; its sharp blade glittering in the moonlight. With uncommon speed, Ron jumped to his feet, sidestepping the Arab's charge, in the same instant hitting him squarely in the throat with the barrel of the submachine gun, smashing his windpipe.The deadly blow hurtled the Arab backwards to the ground. He saw no more.
Hastily, Ron returned his attention back to Uebelacker. The lieutenant's eyes were closed. On his knees again, Ron gently shook him. "Lieutenant."
There was no answer.
Ron quickly took his pulse. It was indistinct. Then, with enormous effort, Uebelacker partially opened his eyes in a bewildered stare; rapid gasps coming from the back of his throat. "You're not wounded," he grimaced painfully. "No...no blood." His mouth fell open with his final breath.
Ron looked at him stunned. Then he cradled Uebelacker's head in his arms. "No," he pleaded. "Not you too. Don't die on me, Lieutenant. Don't!" Ron's breathing suddenly became shallow. He felt like a being without substance. "No," he protested. "This isn't right."