“Earth United” is the story of Jake Saunders who is a soldier in the Earth’s new military. When he was twelve years old he witnessed the brutal death of his beloved uncle at the hands of a leader from another planet. Unable to help his uncle then, he has worked hard to get the revenge he has always craved. Now that he is an adult and in the military he hopes one day to have the chance to avenge his uncle’s death. Jake finally finds the chance to get that revenge, but he is finding that it might come at a higher price than he ever dreamed.
Now the woman Jake loves, Diane Danielson, and his best friend Cal might pay the price for what Jake has always wanted. He has to decide what price is too much to pay before he destroys those he loves and cares for the most. Diane Danielson is the new ambassador for Earth. Diane has worked hard to get where she is and to have this chance. Everything changes when she and Jake find themselves caught in a government conspiracy that just might cost them their lives if they’re not careful and the lives of those they care about.
Diane and Jake are going to have to find out just what is going on and who is behind everything if they want a chance to save not only their own lives, but the lives of their loved ones as well as preserve a future together. They are going to have to decide just who they can trust because if they trust the wrong person they just might not make it out alive.
This is a sci-fi book with elements of romance. It is well written and the world-building is so realistic that the reader has no problem watching the story come to life for them. The mystery in this book will have the reader eagerly turning pages to see what happens next and will have them guessing who is really behind everything that is happening. The story gives enough background that the reader will never be lost as to what is happening. This book has an ending that will have the reader counting down the days until the sequel comes out!
Bryan has begun writing the second novel in the Earth United series. In Earth United- The Conquest, Earth is crippled, almost to the point of total destruction, from a new enemy from another galaxy. Jake, Cal, and Diane are again called upon to save the planet against immeasurable odds. But they get help from an unknown source when they least expect it.
It is the year 2200. The planet Earth is no longer divided into countries, but rather into five geographic regions, called sectors. Scientific advances have enabled space travel to all parts of the Milky Way galaxy. Many of the stars in the galaxy were found to contain solar systems similar to the solar system of the Earth’s own Sun, with inhabited planets. Some of those planets were hostile, and had developed weapon systems far beyond those of Earth. As a result, the world leaders of Earth agreed to set aside all religious and political differences in order to protect their planet. By 2125, through the development of a new planetary defense system, Earth had avoided any takeover by other planets and had developed a united society.
The entire population came under the command of one leader, the President of Earth United, who was the Supreme Commander of the military and head of State, both domestically on Earth and intergalactically.
By 2150, all diseases and cancers on Earth and throughout the galaxy had been wiped out through the discovery of hilaetite (pronounced hill-a-e-tight) crystals. Hilaetite crystals were discovered in a small number of places throughout the galaxy and used in different forms for medicinal purposes. These crystals were also very volatile and could cause massive explosions without being mixed with any other elements or compounds, thereby leaving behind no aftereffects, unlike the old nuclear weapons used on Earth. So planetary governments began using them in their weapons systems. The possibilities were endless. The larger the hilaetite crystal, the more power it had. Given a large enough crystal, it was thought that weapons could be developed that could destroy entire planets.
Hilaetite crystals grew similar to living organisms, like a fungus, but they were not alive in any sense. They were classified as a rock. No planet was able to reproduce them or grow them domestically, and once a crystal was picked, no new one ever grew in its place. Once removed from their host rock, they stopped growing. For these reasons, by the year 2180, all known deposits of hilaetite crystals in the galaxy had been depleted.
Given the far greater need for their use for medicinal purposes than in weapons, in the year 2185, all inhabited planets in the galaxy agreed to an intergalactic treaty, known as Treaty 5274, which banned the use of hilaetite crystals for any use other than in medicine. Treaty 5274 required all remaining stores of hilaetite crystals and any new discoveries to be sent to the planet Pergan, a formerly uninhabited planet in the center of the galaxy. Two representatives of each planet were to make up the Council, which was to oversee the medicinal processing of hilaetite crystals and the storage and distribution of the resulting refined powder.
While all planets in the galaxy agreed to the Treaty, some were more reluctant to sign than others. However, no planet opposed Treaty 5274 as strongly as the planet Craton and its young ruler, Romalor Leximer. Long before its discovery by Earth and the signing of Treaty 5274, Craton had a proclivity for war. Romalor and his people saw the unlimited potential for the use of hilaetite crystals in weapons. If they could develop the super weapon before any other planet, they could rule the galaxy.
Two men stood in the blinding snow and raging, bitter cold wind. They were dressed from head to toe in saber-toothed bear hide suits from the planet Andromeda—the best and most expensive cold-weather suits in the Milky Way galaxy. Only snow goggles protruded from slits in their headpieces. Any exposed skin would be frozen solid in seconds.
From the cockpit in his spacecraft, Sloan watched the two men on the video screen. Men will put themselves through anything if the price is right, he thought. Sloan turned toward the pilot. “Will the scanners give me a video feed anywhere on the planet?”
“Anywhere that the chip goes,” the pilot replied.
Sloan turned back to the screen and leaned back in his seat. The chip would go everywhere the two men went. He had inserted the audio-visual chip into the latch of the small case strapped over the shoulder of one of the men, Johnson.
Sloan leaned closer to the com. Johnson’s shouts were barely audible over the howling wind.
“No wonder this planet is uninhabited!” Johnson said. “They say this is the climate everywhere, year round! How far are we from the coordinates? I want to get this done and get out of here!”
Martino looked down at the transponder screen in his hand. “About half a click!” he shouted. “That way!” He motioned with his fur-clad arm.
Johnson continued to shout. “It better not be much farther! We won’t last much longer out here!”
Sloan watched the men intently. If they didn’t get moving, they would freeze to death before they accomplished his objective. What an inconvenience that would be; he would have to get new men and start all over. He watched the men struggle with each step, their heavy boots weighted down by the knee-deep snow. As far as Sloan could see on the video screen in any direction, the landscape was the same, hill after hill of nothing but snow, broken up occasionally by a few mountains, also mostly covered with snow. Ice mountains, as he had heard them referred to, made of ice and rock. That’s what he was looking for.
The transponder beeped. Sloan watched as Martino scanned the landscape in front of him.
“I think that must be it!” Martino shouted, and he pointed to the faint outline of the mouth of a cave appearing through the snow.
It was a small opening in the side of one of the ice mountains. Perfect, Sloan thought. Its location relative to the wind was keeping it from filling up with snow, just as he had been informed. That was the only reason it was accessible. He watched as the two men trudged the last few steps through the snow and into the cave. It was narrow and, once through the opening, probably ten feet tall at the highest spot, Sloan estimated. The walls looked like they were more ice than rock.
“Finally, we’re getting somewhere,” Sloan said, more to himself than to the pilot.
Once the men were inside the cave, the wind and blowing snow subsided. Sloan could still hear the wind through the com, but he could hear the men more clearly now, speaking in normal tones. Martino pointed down the long, dark cave tunnel. The transponder was still pointing that way.
The men reached into their packs and pulled out their light cylinders. Once activated, the greenish light extended about ten feet down the tunnel.
Johnson said, “I wonder why Sloan wouldn’t tell us what we’re after? Just, ‘You’ll know it when you see it.’ What’s that supposed to mean?”
“He’s paying us ten quads each to figure it out,” Martino replied. “And I have a pretty good idea.”
Sloan grinned slightly, satisfied with himself. By agreeing to pay the two men a mere fraction of what he would make, he got them to risk their lives in one of the harshest climates in the galaxy, without telling them where they were going, what they were after, or what it was for. Who else but he could have done that?
Johnson turned toward Martino. “Do you think we can trust Sloan?”
“At this point, we don’t have much choice,” replied Martino. “Besides, I brought along a little insurance.” He pulled a small plasma gun from inside his coat.
One side of Sloan’s mouth turned up in a cold grin. “Thanks for the warning,” he whispered. Johnson said, “I don’t like this at all. Something doesn’t feel right.”
“Come on,” Martino replied. “When you’re sitting in the sun spending your quads, it’ll feel right.”
Sloan watched the men slowly press on. Their feet slipped constantly on the uneven floor, slamming into protrusions, and they struggled to keep their balance.
After making their way deep into the cave, the men came around a bend where the tunnel opened up into a larger cavern. They held up their lights. Sloan couldn’t quite see the farthest side of the cavern, but he could tell that this was probably the end of the tunnel, or at least the end of the portion of the tunnel that was large enough to walk through.
Martino looked at the transponder. “This is it. Do you see anything?”
Johnson slowly moved his light cylinder from side to side. As he moved it to his right, something glared bright against the cave wall.
Sloan leaned closer to the screen. “Can we increase the brightness? I can barely make out anything down there.”
The pilot shook his head. “I’m sorry, sir. That’s the best I can do.”
Sloan’s heart began to speed up as the men drew closer to the brightly shining object. It was a large clear crystal, about twenty-four inches in circumference, growing out of a protruding rock about two feet off the ground. It was rounded but not smooth, with many flat edges. Sloan edged his face even closer to the screen. This was it. Finally, they’d found what he had come for. His latest plan was coming to fruition—a plan that would make him rich beyond imagination. But that was just the icing on the cake. Power was the real goal. This would give him even more power than he now possessed, and he would use that power to control and manipulate anyone he wanted to, anywhere, beyond anything he had ever achieved. He nodded his head slightly and smiled.
Johnson spoke in an awed voice. “A hilaetite crystal. And it’s huge.”
Martino stared at it. “I had an idea we might be after a crystal, but I never thought it would be this big. This might be the biggest one ever found.”
Johnson said, “Rumor has it that the Vernetions first uncovered some twelve to fifteen-inch crystals way back when, but I never heard of anyone finding any even close to this size. Unbelievable! No wonder Sloan wouldn’t tell us what we were after. I’d hate to think what would happen if the wrong people knew about this thing. This baby could be sold for medicinal processing for a fortune.”
“And would be worth a hundred times more as a weapon,” Martino added. “Can you imagine what type of weapon a crystal this size could power? No wonder Sloan’s paying us each ten quads. That’s chump change compared to what this thing’s worth.”
“But hilaetite crystals were mined out decades ago,” Johnson said. “No one has found a single crystal for years. Earth, Craton, Vernius, and a half a dozen other planets have the technology to locate crystals ten times smaller than this and they haven’t been able to locate any. How did Sloan find this one?”
“The less we know, the better,” replied Martino.
Twelve-year-old Jake Saunders flattened himself against his bedroom wall, next to the auto- furnish console. He could hear Cal coming down the hall, slow and cautious. That was Cal, always the cautious one, the thinker, the planner. But this time, Jake had the plan. Not one of his spur-of-the-moment, just-wing-it decisions. Keep coming, Cal. Just a few more seconds… there. Cal was just outside the door. Jake made a small, deliberate noise to give away his position. As soon as he heard Cal move, Jake punched the ‘armchair’ button on the console and dropped to the floor.
Cal swung into the room, his toy plasma gun pointed in Jake’s direction. “Surrender, Earthling, or face the wrath of Romalor. Your Earth Legion is no match for the Cratonites.”
The armchair module slid out of its wall cavity and mushroomed to full size, right into Cal’s line of fire. Jake rose to one knee and, using the armchair for cover, shot Cal with his sepder gun replica. Cal twisted at the last minute, and the fake plasma beam clipped his shoulder instead of hitting his chest. Darn.
Cal staggered back dramatically, clutching his shoulder. “You will never take me alive!”
Jake flipped the lever on his toy sepder and the sword blade extended, just like a real sepder. Time for hand-to-hand combat. “Die, then, Romalor!” he shouted, and dived over the chair. His foot caught on the arm, and he crashed into Cal, sending both of them to the floor.
“Ow!” Cal said. “You big lug. You trying to kill me for real?”
Jake’s Aunt Jane called up the stairs, “Jacob Saunders, are you trying to knock the house down? Your uncle will be here any minute. Have you finished wrapping his birthday present?”
Jake forgot about his game with Cal immediately. He had been waiting forever to give Uncle Ben his present. Jake had lived with the Walkers in the Sector Four Legion headquarters, in the Owami Desert in former Nigeria, ever since his dad was killed in a quantum fighter explosion. His mom had died when he was born, so Uncle Ben and Aunt Jane were like parents to him. He called back, “I’m sorry. I was taking a break. I’ll finish up and be right down.”
Jake finished wrapping Uncle Ben’s present and raced Cal down the steps. As they hit the landing at the bottom and saw the house full of guests, he grabbed Cal and came to a sudden halt. He hadn’t realized how long he and Cal had been playing. But he could never resist the chance for a make-believe battle with his toy sepder gun. He searched the crowded room for Aunt Jane. There she was, over by the gift table. Jake made his way through the crowd to her.
“You look like you were in a war, Jake,” Aunt Jane said, patting his hair down with her hand.
“I’m good,” Jake said, pulling his head away from her reach. “Do you really think Uncle Ben will like this?” He carefully placed the present on the table.
Aunt Jane squeezed his shoulder gently and smiled. “Like it? Your Uncle Ben’s going to love it.”
Someone shouted her name from the kitchen. She turned in that direction. “Be right there.” She turned back toward Jake. “No more wars, at least not until after your uncle gets here.” She smiled.
Jake scanned the room to see what was going on. The family robot was rolling through the room, carrying a platter of drinks. Turning neatly on its pivoted wheels, the robot made its way among the guests, stopping momentarily at each one to give him or her a chance to take a beverage. Jake noticed that his aunt had retracted all the furniture into the walls, so that the guests could mingle more easily. The television and video com screen on the far wall had been
retracted as well. Darn. He had been hoping that he and Cal and could watch a show until Uncle Ben arrived.
“Jake, over here!” Cal yelled.
Jake turned quickly, bumping into someone’s forearm, causing the person’s drink to spill down the front of the person’s shirt. “I’m sorry,” Jake said.
He looked up, holding his breath, prepared to be scolded. Then he let out his breath and relaxed when he saw it was Bernard Danielson, Cal’s father. Bernie was a Legion soldier just like Uncle Ben and Jake’s dad, and Jake felt as comfortable around Cal’s family as he did around his Uncle Ben and Aunt Jane.
Bernie shook his head with a rueful smile. “It’ll wash off, champ. But you better work on those reflexes. A Legion soldier could have reacted quickly enough to miss the arm.”
“I’ll work on that,” Jake said. He signaled the robot. “Spill protocol,” he commanded as it reached them. The robot’s sonic cleaning arm extended and removed the stain from Bernie’s shirt front, and then from the floor. Finished, it trundled off to deliver more drinks.
“Hey, your birthday isn’t too far off, is it?” Bernie asked. “And it’s a big one. You’ll be a teenager if I’m not mistaken. Thirteen.”
Jake straightened his back and stuck his chest out. “Yep. Cal and I want a surprise party twice this size, together, since we’ll be turning thirteen about the same time.”
Bernie smiled and patted Jake on his shoulder. “I’ll talk to your aunt and uncle about that, but you better act surprised when the time comes.”
“Don’t worry, I will,” Jake said.
“Jake, come here!” Cal shouted.
Jake made his way through the guests toward Cal. He could see Cal’s sister standing next to
him. Jake immediately slowed down, straightened his back, and smoothed down his hair.
Diane was so beautiful. She was tall, taller than he was. But that didn’t matter. He was growing a lot anyway. Her cheekbones were set high, making her look like an old-time Indian princess. He liked her dark hair, so different from his blond hair and blue eyes. And there was
something about those eyes, how they seemed to stare right inside him. They were mesmerizing. Lots of young Legion cadets hung around Diane, but ever since Mrs. Danielson died three years ago, Diane was too busy taking care of Mr. Danielson and Cal to pay much attention to them. That was good—Jake didn’t want her to fall in love with one of them before he got old enough to ask her out. Sometimes, she’d talk to Jake when she wouldn’t talk to them. That was
the best—even better than practicing to join the Legion one day.
Jake looked at Diane, ignoring Cal. “Hi, Diane. Glad you could make it.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t miss your uncle’s birthday for anything,” Diane replied, smiling.
Cal gave Jake a playful shove. “Come on, let’s go do something before your uncle gets here.
Play some more.”
Jake squinted his eyes at Cal. “Stop it, Cal. I just want to talk.” Why did Cal have to be so
immature? He didn’t usually act like that. Cal was just trying to embarrass him in front of Diane. “Since when?” Cal asked. “When would you want to talk rather than play?” Cal broke into a
large grin. “Since Diane got here. Right?” He poked Jake in the arm.
“I said stop it, Cal!” Jake tightened his lips and squinted harder. “Can’t you see I’m talking to
Diane broke in, “Okay, guys. I need to see your Aunt Jane anyway.” Jake frowned at Cal.
“Oh, come on, Jake,” Cal said. “She’s too old anyway. She’s seventeen, you know. Let’s go play Legion combat or something else on the computer. That’s something I can beat you at.”
Jake glanced back at Diane walking away. “No, let’s have another armed combat battle.” Real combat was much more fun than computer simulations. And he won more often. “You can even be the Legion soldier this time, and use my sepder.”
“Are you serious? You haven’t let anyone touch that thing since you got it,” Cal replied.
Cal was right, Jake thought. His uncle had given him the sepder replica for his twelfth birthday, and it was his favorite possession. He was always proud that he could immediately recite to anyone the technical name for a sepder: ‘sonically emitted plasma direct-energy ray gun.’ It was both a gun and a sword. Jake even knew the details of how real sepders were made and how they worked. As a gun, a real sepder was a direct-energy weapon that used sonic blasts to emit plasma streams in the form of short, repeated rays. As a sword, its blade was composed of a mixture of various elements found throughout the galaxy, including a small trace of processed hilaetite. As he liked to tell anybody that would listen, ‘Hilaetite gives a sepder unparalleled strength and durability, providing resistance to breakage as well as a blade that rarely needs sharpening.’ His plan, for as long as he could remember, was to be a Legion soldier just like his dad and Uncle Ben, and to wield a real sepder of his own. He couldn’t wait to get his Uncle Ben’s sepder. Because of the hilaetite used in them, he knew that new sepders were no longer made. They were passed down through the ranks.
Aunt Jane shouted from across the room, “Everyone, here he comes! Get ready.”
For security purposes, the Presidential Sector had been established in the former Middle East. The location made it the easiest area of Earth to defend, from the Legion’s standpoint. For additional protection, the Presidential Mansion was constructed in the northeast part of what was formerly the country of Saudi Arabia, in the city of Buraydah, which was close to the center point of the Presidential Sector. While Buraydah was the largest city in the Sector, all cities in that Sector were smaller than most cities in other Sectors because the Legion limited the number of people that could live and work in the Presidential Sector. The president lived and worked out of the Presidential Mansion. New technology had enabled Legion contractors to discover and tap a previously inaccessible water supply deep beneath the surface of the region, creating a tropical oasis of sorts around the Presidential Mansion.
On this particular evening, the West Room of the Presidential Mansion was full. President Jack Buchanan was seated behind his desk. The others in attendance were still organizing their notes and getting situated, while Jack observed them carefully. This was easily the most important meeting in his young presidency.
Why did this have to happen so soon, he thought, in just the fourth month of a ten-year term? He’d barely had a chance to get his staff in place. At least he had a good staff, a very good staff. He looked to his left where Armin Dietrich was seated. Armin was the perfect Chief of Staff, the perfect personal advisor. Sure, the position didn’t come with any real decision-making authority, but Armin didn’t need real authority. He had a knack for convincing people that he had it anyway. Armin had been at Jack’s side since the early part of his political career, when he first ran for the Senate. Armin was an easy choice for him, but he knew the choice wasn’t without controversy. Many people viewed Armin as somebody that had latched onto his coattail early and never let go—somebody who was using Jack to promote his own interests. Part of the problem, he felt, was merely Armin’s appearance and mannerisms. People, in general, didn’t like it that a short, pudgy man, without any charisma, had made it to where Armin had. Sure, Armin’s nasally voice and arrogant attitude irritated even Jack sometimes, and he could be abrasive. But, no matter how Armin got to where he was or how annoying he could be, Jack knew nobody could dispute Armin’s intellect or that he was a brilliant strategist. That showed during Jack’s hard-fought campaign for the presidency. Those qualities, along with his obvious ambition to rise to power, made Armin an important strategic ally, and a dangerous opponent.
Jack looked to his right. Seated there, reviewing her notes, was his Chief Civilian Advisor, Clarisse Chirac. He and Clarisse had served together in the Senate for years. She wasn’t afraid to take a hard line stance on difficult issues. If not for her efforts in pulling the sectors of Earth together, Earth might have never ratified Treaty 5274. That amazing political prowess had made her an easy choice for the role of his advisor on Earth’s civil matters.
Marco Veneto, the Chief Legion Advisor, was still standing in front of his chair. Jack hadn’t known Marco personally for very long, but Marco’s staunch military background and unblemished Legion record made him the perfect choice for advisor on galactic matters. After all, who better to serve as the highest ranking Legion officer than a former Legion Commander? In fact, he was the highest ranking law enforcement officer, period, since the Legion was Earth’s sole law enforcement agency in addition to being its military. And Marco was self-made. He had worked his way up through the Legion ranks from private to guard to one of four superior guards in the sector to the commander of Sector Three, the highest rank in the sector.
Next to Marco, talking to him, stood Aretha Brown, the Senate Leader. He admired Aretha almost as much as he did Clarisse. She was tough, yet fair. With two senators, including herself, from each main sector, she had the unenviable task of keeping seven of the most influential people on Earth in line. At the same time, as the only check on the power of the president, she had to keep the president in line. Jack believed that Aretha had been instrumental in broadening the Senate’s oversight authority and expanding the well-defined list of matters that required Senate approval. Depending on the direction he would take in the current situation, he knew that his decision could end up needing Senate approval. In that event, he would need Aretha on his side.
Edgardo Ramirez, the only non-governmental person to be involved in the discussions, completed the circle. Edgardo was sitting down, talking into a personal silent audio com. Jack shook his head slightly. It still amazed him that the president and CEO of EarthNX Corporation, a private company, had become so politically powerful that he was sitting in a meeting with the highest level government officials on Earth. Jack glanced up at the two ‘business advisors’ standing behind Edgardo—arms folded, eyes alert, faces stony. He knew they had been stripped of their weapons, but he still liked to glance occasionally at his own armed bodyguards standing by the door, for reassurance.
Jack quickly scrolled through a number of documents on the portable data pod on his desk until he found what he was looking for. Ready or not, he had better get things started. He needed to take control of the meeting immediately and remain in control. This was his meeting, his presidency at stake. “All right, we better get started. Thank you all for coming here on such short notice and at this hour of the night. I trust that you all have had a little time to familiarize yourselves with the report and why we’re here? I’ll skip the niceties and get right to the point.” He turned to Edgardo. “So, Mr. Ramirez, just how did your company come into possession of the hilaetite crystal?”
Jack kept his gaze fixed on Edgardo. He wanted to make clear his disdain for EarthNX Corporation, and more so, its CEO. He felt guilty for not taking a position contrary to EarthNX during his campaign, knowing about all its questionable practices. But his advisors kept telling him that to do so would be political suicide. They would tell him, ‘Just look in the other direction like all the other successful candidates before you. EarthNX brings unparalleled strength to a candidacy when it’s the candidate’s ally, and the financial backing it’ll bring you will assure your victory.’ How short-sighted he had been. Sure, EarthNX was the largest and most successful company in Earth’s history. But even as a young senator, he’d had to laugh at its official, publicly stated purpose, which was ‘the development and advancement of technology and technological products for the betterment of mankind.’ What a falsity that was. Ninety percent of the technology and products that EarthNX developed were weapons. It was, by far, the Legion’s leading contractor in the development and production of military weapons and other equipment. But he would sacrifice his morals no longer. He knew that Edgardo had the ability to take over and dominate a meeting. If that happened here, he would be finished. He had to stay in control. He smiled to himself. At least he’d already been elected, and one term was all a president got. He didn’t have to worry about support for re-election. Edgardo might be able to make things a little difficult, he thought, but he can’t get me out of office.
“Mr. President,” Edgardo replied, “you know I can’t reveal my sources. Nor can the government compel me to do so. The…” Edgardo paused thoughtfully, then grinned and continued, “let’s call it, ‘discovery,’ of the crystal is a corporate trade secret, protected by Senate Bill 55.”
Jack kept eye contact with Edgardo. Edgardo’s arrogance never ceased to amaze him. But he did have to admit, for a man in his mid-sixties, Edgardo still possessed a stern, imposing look. He never saw Edgardo dressed in anything other than a three-piece suit that always looked freshly pressed, any time of the day or night.
“So, you’re saying you bought the crystal from someone?” Jack replied.
Edgardo, sitting perfectly straight in his chair, ran a hand through his gray but still thick hair, perfectly combed. He answered, “I said nothing of the sort.”
Jack leaned forward, his arms stretched out on his desk, hands folded. “I don’t care if you found it, bought it, or stole it. Just possessing it alone is enough to be in violation of Treaty 5274.”
Edgardo smirked. “Look, Jack. I mean, Mr. President. You wouldn’t be sitting in that seat if it wasn’t for me. I’ve been sitting in meetings like this and dealing with people like you since you were just a schoolboy. If that’s a threat, I would advise against it.” Edgardo relaxed his posture and adjusted his tie. “Besides, I no longer possess the crystal.”
Intergalactic action and adventure; throughout the Milky Way and beyond.
World-building so intricate that the universe of 2200 becomes a reality.
Elements of love, romance and passion.
Mystery and suspense that will keep you guessing who's behind events up until the end.
Jake Saunders is now a soldier in the Earth’s new military. When he was twelve years old he witnessed the brutal death of his beloved uncle at the hands of a leader from another planet. Unable to help his uncle then he has worked hard to get the revenge he has always craved. Now that he is an adult and in the military he hopes to one day to have the chance to avenge his uncle’s death. Jake finally finds the chance to get that revenge but he is finding that it might come at a higher price than he ever dreamed of. Now the woman he loves, Diane Danielson, and his best friend Cal might pay the price for what Jake has always wanted. Jake has to decide what price is too much to pay before he destroys those he loves and cares for the most.
Diane Danielson is the new ambassador for Earth. Diane has worked hard to get where she is and to have this chance. Everything changes when she and Jake find themselves caught in a government conspiracy that if they aren’t careful just might cost them their lives and the lives of those they care about. Diane and Jake are going to have to find out just what is going on and who is behind everything if they want a chance to save not only their lives but the lives of their loved ones and a future together. They are going to have to decide just who they can trust because if they trust the wrong person they just might not make it out alive.
This is a sci-fi book with elements of romance. It is well written and the world-building is so realistic that the reader has no problem watching the story come to life for them. The mystery in this book will have the reader turning the pages to eagerly see what happens next and that will have them guessing as just who is behind everything that is happening. The story gives enough of the back story that the reader will never be lost as to what is happening. This one has an ending that will have the reader hoping that there will be another book after this one.
I give this one 4-1/2 red roses.
~ Larena, Reviewer for Red Roses for Authors
Bryan currently resides in Columbus, Ohio where he is a practicing business attorney with the law firm of Steptoe & Johnson PLLC. Bryan has authored and co-authored numerous legal articles, publications, and books throughout his legal career. His work has been published in trade journals, legal magazines, and eBooks.
He has always enjoyed watching and reading science fiction, and a few years ago, he started writing his first science fiction novel, Earth United. Bryan is a graduate of The Ohio State University where he obtained his bachelor’s degree in business administration. He went on to obtain a Juris Doctor from The Ohio State University Moritz College of Law.
Bryan and his wife, DeAnne, have two children, Luke and Lucy. Bryan and his family enjoy the outdoors and are active in their local community and church.
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