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Black Storm on Galilee

Boston Blackie was a "university educated" jewel thief immortaized in a single collection of stories by Jack Boyle, and published by H.K. Fly in 1919. That single collection kept Hollywood busy for decades with movies, radio serialization and ultimately a television show.

My series reprises this unusual hero in the form of his Grandson, Ted Blackwell III, also university educated, but a former Marine as well. This action novel features a nasty protagonist in the form of a serial killer. He's a former mercenary after Blackie for revenge. Blackie takes him down while helping out a few former colleagues from the wrong side of the law as well.


Pink Sand, Black Water

This is the second novel in my reprised Boston Blackie series. In this novel Blackie's help is enlisted by a wealthy young woman suspicious of her husband's business activities. With good cause as it turns out. The action ranges from Boston to San Francisco and culminates in a truly unforgettable scene in Alaska.

In this installment I also fill-in background on Blackie's family, and answer most of the "open" questions Jack Boyle did not answer in the original collection. In terms of strict "timing" it precedes Black Storm.
Virgin Logic

Available at www.Amazon.com.

Set in 1974 Virgin Logic is the story of Ciro, a recent college graduate, returning home to Boston after a year of "finding himself" in the Caribbean. Avoiding his parents and their country club friends he settles into a bartending job in Harvard Square. Here he encounters a girl with two vaginas and a parade of unforgettable characters lurking beneath the facade of "peace and love" the world sees. The resulting series of beyond-the-edge adventures sheds light on the values, ethics, fears and desires that weave together the Baby Boomer's world view.
Children of a Horned God

Wiccans often use sexual energy to power their spells. What happens when two Wiccan covens working independantly to resurrect a pair of pagan deities tap into the sexual energy created by the patrons of a BDSM/Gay nightclub? Here's a clue: nothing that anybody can control and nothing anybody expects.