“Get…Montey Greene” , Book 2 in the Identity Crisis Trilogy, arriving on E-books May 28th and in Paperback June 25th – Click image below to Preview the first 21 Chapters

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AVAILABLE NOW “They Call Me…. Montey Greene”,  Book 1 in the Identity Crisis Trilogy – Click image below to preview first 10 Chapters – then  PICK UP OR DOWNLOAD YOUR COPY TODAY

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Happy Cinco de Mayo – Now enter the Montey Greene May Madness E-book Giveaway to get your free copy of “They Call Me…Montey Greene” the first installment in the Identity Crisis Trilogy before the second installment “Get Montey Greene” releases on Tuesday May 28th. This week only we have 25 Kindle Books, 25 Nook Books and 25 Kobo Books to gift. Simply post or inbox me your e-mail address and type of device (Kindle, Nook or Kobo and if you have an Ipad there’s an app for that) to receive the link to download your free book. First come, first serve it’s that simple.

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People you could never tell a secret to.

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Write. Write. Write. Then write some more. Period.

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DOWNLOAD THE E-BOOK TODAY FOR ONLY $3.99(Originally $7.99) – PICK UP THE PAPERBACK FOR ONLY $10.99 (originally $14.00)

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COMING MAY 2013

He survived the four bullets they put in his back while vacationing in Europe, now he was back in his own backyard. Back in the midst of the glitz and grime called Brooklyn, New York.

He thought he was home free when his feet finally touched down on U.S soil. He was eager to see his kids and soon to be ex-wife, Patricia, again. Maybe they could patch things up. Be a family again. Instead he found himself fighting his way out of some federal agent’s interrogation room, and running for his life in the shadows of the Brooklyn Bridge.

Reconciliation was gonna have to take a rain-check ’cause Montey Greene was still on the run. Running from the chaos that was Europe, the Feds, a reputed drug kingpin’s henchman and from whatever unknown government entity that’s put a price on his head. He’s running fast. He’s running hard. He’s running straight towards whatever fate awaits him around the next corner.

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Montey Greene got shot because he hated the bully. He hated the bully and he had balls. That “flight” syndrome wasn’t hardwired into his DNA when the fight wasn’t fair. When it came right down to it he only knew one way: bring forth hell like the devil and let God sort out the mess when the bodies piled up.

Up until the point he walked into that high end women’s boutique on Via Della Spiga he was just a regular guy from Brooklyn. Then he met the beautiful Colombian woman named Alejandra. All he wanted was to buy a pair of shoes. She knew just the right pair. Maybe they would help patch things up between he and his soon to be ex-wife, Patrica, back home in the States. Maybe they could be a family again and he could see his two kids on a regular. Then those three thugs walked in. Locked the door. Mistook Montey for just a tourist. Bad mistake.

Now he found himself locked in the cross-hairs of some unknown assailants gun-sight and some cloak and dagger government entity questioning his name.

Montey Greene got shot because he hated the bully. But that Brooklyn blood pumping through his veins wasn’t about to let him die. Not here. Not now. Not on this cold stretch of highway leading to Lake Como with four bullet holes in his back.

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