Tuesday, 22 May 2018

#HomelandBurning BOOK BOOST!

It is an honor to bring you Book 2 in the Callahan Family Saga by Author Brinn Colenda. 
Those not familiar with his work, check this out because you are missing out on a great read! 

Homeland Burning

Published by:
Southern Yellow Pine (SYP) Publishing
ISBN-13: 978-1-59616-103-0
Library of Congress Control Number: 2018933664
Copyright © 2018 by Brinn Colenda
Front Cover Design: Gina Smith

Homeland Burning

Spring of 2000: Wildfires destroy mountain watersheds and municipal water systems, breached dams release tidal waves of water to obliterate farms and towns, and stone-cold shooters target helpless civilians as international environmental terrorism comes to the United States.
Kurt Wallerein, the world’s foremost terrorist-for-hire, feared, hated and hunted by every intelligence service in the West, unleashes a terrifying campaign against the American Homeland …and his greatest enemy, Air Force Colonel Tom Callahan.
Callahan has to rally support to stop the attacks, but his political enemies in Washington conspire to distract the President and ridicule evidence. He’ll need all the help he can get from aviators of the New Mexico National Guard, the Civil Air Patrol and the Ninety-Nines.

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   Tafoya went to the mission planning map on the wall. She had a trim athlete’s figure and walked like a jock, confident, just shy of a swagger. Tom thought she would fit into any fighter ready room in the world— from him, a major compliment. Centered on the board was an enormous map of New Mexico. Around the edges of the state were swaths of the adjoining states: Arizona, Utah, Colorado, Texas and a bit of Oklahoma.
She pointed north. “If I was a bad ass—”
   “You are a bad ass, Tafoya,” said the major.
   “Thank you, sir. You say the nicest things. As I was saying, Colonel, if I wanted to really hurt New Mexico, I’d burn the watersheds up north. Either the headwaters of the Colorado River or the Rio Grande. They’re the two principal rivers of the Southwest. Different headwaters, different sides of the continental divide.” She traced the continental divide as it snaked across Colorado and down into New Mexico. “Between them, they bring in about half the water for the state. Take out those  watersheds, and you cause immeasurable damage to our state as well as Colorado, Arizona, Texas, and even Mexico.”
  “But the Colorado isn’t in New Mexico,” protested Tom. Then he understood. “Ah, yes, the San Juan River is a tributary.”
   Tafoya nodded. “A major tributary, sir, along with the Chaco.” She produced a set of mission planning papers. “I’ve taken the liberty of working out some details.” She handed Tom a copy of a map with a proposed route of flight.
   He looked it over. “Good choice. I’ve spent a lot of time up north in the Chaco Wilderness Area. It’s gorgeous. Great fishing.”
   ‘Yes, sir. And easy access for visitors…, even visitors with evil on their mind.”
   Tom gave her a thumbs up. “Let’s go with this.”
   Tafoya said, “Okay, sir. We’ll structure this sortie like a search and rescue mission. Instead of looking for stranded people, we’ll be looking for vehicles or small groups where they should not be and smoke from recently ignited fires in remote areas. On this mission, Colonel, we’ll be working with the Civil Air Patrol.”
    Tom smiled. “I flew with the CAP when I was in high school.”
   “So did I, sir. We use them a lot, on Search and Rescue missions especially. They’re great. Dedicated and competent. Best kept secret in the government, if I do say so. They’ll have two aircraft up with us. One conducting its own SAR flight plan like us which will effectively double our search area. Typically we also use the CAP as radio relay birds. They orbit at around 10,000 feet while we’re down in the weeds. Radios don’t always work well in the mountains and during SAR missions, most times we fly at about 1000 feet above the ground.” She wagged her right hand and said, “Mas o menos.

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   Tom Callahan brought the power up and began the takeoff roll. Because of Albuquerque’s high altitude, the Beechcraft accelerated slower than Tom was used to from his East Coast flying, but considerably faster than in the thinner air of La Paz. Ruhi handled the co-pilot duties well, smoothly and efficiently cleaning up the aircraft and talking with Control.
   They turned west towards Montero and climbed higher to avoid the aircraft congestion as well as the colossal smoke plume. Ruhi entered the required frequencies and checked in with the Southwest Coordination Center, which was responsible for the airspace around Montero. Tom felt like a voyeur, watching the activity below as the aerial tankers crisscrossed the enormous fire zone. The radio chatter, though disciplined, was nearly constant, and sometimes excited. It felt and sounded to Tom like the air war waged over Baghdad. In a sense, it was a combat zone. Fire fighters scattered in groups around the difficult terrain, the “boots on the ground” arrayed against the enemy. Sometimes fighting the fire, sometimes fighting for their lives. Instead of man against man, it was man against nature.
   It was a subdued group that made a sweeping turn north towards Taos. The flight took them over the vast semi-desert Chaco Mesa and over the green forests of the Jemez Mountains. The Valle Caldera, massive remains of a collapsed volcano, was off the right wing. The city of Los Alamos slid past. They could see where the ribbon of the Rio Grande was squeezed through narrow canyons, small farming villages scattered along its banks.
   “We’ll belly out to the east over Angel Fire and loop up towards the town of Red River then fly west back over Wheeler Peak to the Taos airport,” said Tom. “We have to avoid the Taos Pueblo. That’s a no-no. It’s a World Heritage site.”
   He pointed out Hwy 64, the major highway crossing northern New Mexico and Hwy 38 that rounds out the northern part of the Enchanted Circle, a roughly one-hundred-mile drive through national forest connecting the towns of Taos, Questa, Red River, Eagle Nest and Angel Fire. The Red River sliced through the Sangre de Cristo Mountains where it had carved a deep canyon with steep walls. 
    The river flowed west, side by side with Hwy 38 through the town of Red River towards Questa. 
    They could see the shallow, rushing water glistening on the rocks as it cascaded towards the junction with the Rio Grande.
   “I’ve fished that river hundreds of times. Nice cutthroat trout in there,” said Tom.
   “Is that smoke in the forest?” asked Ruhi, pointing off to the left. “It just erupted from the trees.”
Tom dipped the left wing for a better look.
   “Jerry, get the binoculars,” Tom ordered. “That black dot down there could be the missing SUV.”
Bennett scrambled forward clutching the binoculars. Ruhi pointed out the smoke.
   “Got ’em, Colonel.” He adjusted the focus. 
   “Looks like two men. They’re loading up to leave.” He paused as he braced himself against the back of Ruhi’s seat. “Son-of-a-bitch. They’ve got chainsaws, just like in the Gila.” He paused again. 
   “Fire’s catching on, building pretty fast.”
   “If the wind catches that fire, it could flash up the canyon and incinerate Red River.”
   “Jesus, they see us!” said Bennett. “They’re jumping into their car. No question, they set that fire.”

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Homeland Burning

Books On Fire ToursBooks about politics and religion I normally stay away from, but...WOW! It's been a while since I've read a book this gripping and entertaining!  Homeland Burning brings a very realistic terrorist scenario to life, while weaving in historical and geographical facts. It provides educational value in terms of the Aviation industry, New Mexico's rich diversity and hard look into past world political affairs. Add to that the multitude of lovable characters, the plot twits and the cliffhanger ending, this book deserves awards! However since I can't bestow this book any awards, all I can do is give it my 5 meteorites! 

In Homeland Burning, Brinn Colenda delivers an epic story about the conflict between good and evil. You will love his characters and find yourself on a dizzying roller coaster ride of action and suspense. Be prepared to lose sleep over this one. Highly recommended. Joseph Badal, Tony Hillerman Award Winner and Amazon #1 Best-Selling Author of Sins of the Fathers.

Brinn hit a Homerun with his latest! He knows pilots, politics, and weaving an intriguing story well.... Homeland Burning takes us on an international flying adventure that shows the impacts of international relationships—right where we live! —Tim Hale, Colonel, USAF (Retired) Former Secretary, New Mexico Department of Veterans Services 

Flowing with urgency, Homeland Burning plays out a frantic cat-and-mouse quest to stop a shadowy foe from setting America on fire. When Tom Callahan practices a touch-and-go landing near Chesapeake Bay, he stumbles onto the trail of a terrorist believed to be dead but who not only is alive, is on his own path to burn the American heartland, to kill its leaders, and to get his own revenge against Callahan. Homeland Burning is written with pace and detail reminiscent of Gayle Lynds’ The Assassins and with the complexity of Vince Flynn’s Mitch Rapp series, a page-turning thriller to read deep into the night. —Jack Woodville London, Author of the Year, 2012, French Letters Series

The writing in Colenda’s books is always nuanced and characteristic of someone, who does exquisite research on his subject matter. He brings his own experiences into many of the situations but has expanded and supported his exciting story with terrific background work. Particularly with his pilots—both male and female—he makes the situations realistic and compelling. The man knows what he’s talking about when it comes to aviation scenarios. It's been tremendously satisfying to see his connection for his female pilot-characters to The Ninety-Nines, the world's oldest and largest
organization for female pilots. —Jacqueline B. Boyd, PhD, Amelia Earhart Memorial Scholarship
Fund, The Ninety-Nines

Homeland Burning

Brinn Colenda is the award-winning author of the Callahan Family Saga books: Cochabamba Conspiracy, Homeland Burning and Chita Quest. He is a graduate of the United States Air Force Academy and a retired lieutenant colonel.
He serves on the Board for the David Westphall Foundation and spent nearly six years as an elected official for his village government. He and his wife, Linda, live and ski in northern New Mexico.

 Other Books in the series:

Cochabamba Conspiracy - Book 1

The year is 1999: Cochabamba, a quiet, progressive Bolivian city seems an unlikely location to launch an attack to destabilize Latin American governments. But Kurt Wallerein, feared, hated, and hunted by every intelligence service and law enforcement agency in the West forms a partnership with an embattled Fidel Castro to do exactly that. Wallerein, a graduate of the Baader-Meinhof School of Terrorism, blends his ex-Stasi and KGB operatives with Castro’s own Direcci√≥n General de Inteligencia (DGI) to take over and bleed drug cartels in Colombia, Peru and Bolivia for the funds needed to re-ignite the flames of communist insurgencies throughout the region.
Lieutenant Colonel Tom Callahan, USAF, on his way to command an F-15 squadron, is suddenly diverted and assigned to the US Military Group-Bolivia where he stumbles on Wallerein’s network. Callahan and his friends in the MILGROUP and the Bolivian military are all that stand in the way of Wallerein and Castro’s success. Life is further complicated for Callahan by the emergence of yet another terrorist conspiracy in Cochabamba, this one organized by Americans– equally violent and vicious.
Murders, bombings, and mayhem mark the trail of the twin conspiracies as they weave deception and violence across Latin America. Wallerein’s hatred of the United States leads him to attempt the unthinkable—an attack on select American cities. Tom Callahan, his wife, and an Army lieutenant colonel unravel the plan but have precious little time to convince skeptical authorities of the danger to thousands of American citizens and the very fabric of the American government.

I was lucky enough to serve in the US MilGroup-Bolivia and able to fly into many of the places that Tom and Colleen Callahan visited in this book.

Chita Quest - Book 3

Were American POWs left behind at the end of the War—either by accident or design?
Colonel Tom Callahan is driven to find out—his own father is still listed as Missing In Action. What Callahan doesn’t understand is how politically explosive the issue is, domestically and internationally. As Tom begins his journey, friends and associates meet violent deaths. The new ultranationalist Russian president is projecting Russian power into Asia and alarming regional governments. Will the threats of Russian military actions become a factor?
Aided by his Australian-born wife, Colleen, Tom’s quest to find his father takes him halfway across the world, through Vietnam, China, Mongolia and ultimately, Siberia. He is helped and hindered by unexpected friends and cunning—and deadly– enemies.

Monday, 19 February 2018


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Thursday, 1 February 2018


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Wednesday, 24 January 2018


Let nature and the elements be your guide as we introduce you to Goddess Of The Wild Thing!

Paul DeBlassie III

Paul DeBlassie III

Paul De Blassie IIIGoddess of the Wild Thing is a dramatic tale of one woman’s spiritual journey where magical happenings, unexpected turns of fate, and unseen forces influence her ability to love and be loved. Eve Sanchez, a middle-aged woman and scholar of esoteric studies, encounters a seductive but frightening man who introduces her to a supernatural world in which the wicked powers of a surrogate mother’s twisted affection threaten love and life. In the mystic realms of Aztlan del Sur, Eve and three friends struggle with whether bad love is better than no love and discover that love is a wild thing. 

Paul De Blassie III

Paul DeBlassie III

Paul DeBlassie III

Paul De Blassie IIIPaul DeBlassie III, Ph.D. is a depth psychologist and award-winning writer living in his native New Mexico. He specializes in treating individuals in emotional and spiritual crisis. His novels, visionary thrillers, delve deep into archetypal realities as they play out dramatically in the lives of everyday people. Memberships include the Author’s Guild, the Depth Psychology Alliance, the International Association for Relational Psychoanalysis and Psychotherapy, and the International Association for Jungian Studies. 

His other award winning book: 

Paul De Blassie IIIA young curandera, a medicine woman, intent on uncovering the secrets of her past is forced into a life-and-death battle against an evil Archbishop. Set in the mystic land of Aztlan, "The Unholy" is a novel of destiny as healer and slayer. Native lore of dreams and visions, shape changing, and natural magic work to spin a neo-gothic web in which sadness and mystery lure the unsuspecting into a twilight realm of discovery and decision.

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Books On Fire Tours:  This was a difficult read. Not because it was a bad story. On the contrary. It was mind blowing! It was difficult because it messed with one's mind in the most clever and effective way, which only a Pscychologist can do. So what is it about? 
Eve and her friends use yoga and other spiritual means to help them navigate life when it gets tricky, and the often elusive thing called love. Debating whether or not bad love is better than no love at all, they go through life's ups and downs together. Yet when Eve meets a man called Sam, who has potential, evil lurks and causes havoc in her life. An epic battle between good versus evil ensues between her and Sweet Mary, and in the process she finds her true self. BUT, there is so much more and as a reader you can only wonder what is real and not real.
Many people will complain about the lack of dialogue on this novel, but it is rich in back stories and information vital to the development of the plot. This book is not only filled with mystical and magical, but paranormal, metaphysical and occult elements. Essentially a great read for horror/ thriller fans, those who like a little romance will also enjoy this read.  Because it catered to all my needs as a reader, I give this book 5 stars. 

"Paul DeBlassie III has an extraordinary ability to pull the reader into his mythical world, and the special effect depictions drawn within my mind while reading *Goddess of the Wild Thing *could easily match up with some of the most gruesome of horror stories on film. He transports you through an amazing spiritual journey exploring the power of fate and love. Packed with action, suspense and even romance, Dr. DeBlassie has written a truly brilliant and riveting supernatural story!” ~ Tamara Ferguson, international, multi-award-winning author"

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“*Goddess of the Wild Thing* by Paul DeBlassie III brilliantly couples his in-depth knowledge of the human mind and behavior with his love of lore, imaginatively knitting a deeply psychological and esoteric story that will keep you turning the page. I could picture clearly the fantastical sense of place . . . a must-read magical tale.” ~ Luna Saint Claire, author of *The Sleeping Serpent*

"Dr. DeBlassie, author of the multiple-award-winning *The Unholy*, produced another novel with depth, action, and spirit in *Goddess of the Wild Thing*. For centuries we’ve struggled with whether bad love is better than no love. In this paranormal thriller, a fierce woman tackles the question with determination and fire.” ~ Rayna Noire, author of the *Pagan Eyes Series*

Paul DeBlassie III

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The stone altar was used by Eve and company to conjure natural energies of earth, air, fire, and water. Tonatz√© symbolized feminine strength and ancient powers. Around the altar, the four women entered mystic states with intuitive inspirations and visions. The four mestizas frequently gathered at midnight, when the full moon shone most lustrously. They held hands, sipped their whiskeys, and inhaled magic herb. Soon the image of the Goddess flickered in rhythm with their soft singing under the light of the high-desert moon.
Chant and trance conjured natural magic. They yielded to relaxation, reverie, and trust in one another and the natural world. Descending into a meditative state, they were whisked from one world to the next.On slips of paper, they quietly wrote their worries, dilemmas, trials, and tribulations. Seeking answers and relief, they placed the folded papers in a granite bowl before the altar. They lit a match. Paper burned. Silence wrapped its arms around the four. Gentle breezes stirred.
Hoots of distant and nearby owls carried through the nighttime atmosphere.
Flames from the granite bowl rose three feet and abruptly expired, devoured by darkness. The ritual of fire fortified the coven, foul happenstance and unexpected hazard averted, all save one kind. Man trouble waited for Eve like a demonic jack-inthe- box, head bobbing and grinning. Muscles up and down her back tightened. It was this that caused her to flee into denial, the thought of time wasted, mind and body pained. The desire to talk, confide in her friends about misgivings about Sam, the last worst guy ever, fled like alley cats into a lonely night. Denial made everything go away—and stay gone—better than a couple of vodkas on the rocks on a chilly evening.
A white cab edged out of the alleyway bordering the cantina. It pulled stealthily alongside Eve. She bent down and looked through the smudged passenger window. She wanted to make sure she knew the cabbie. Past midnight was no time to be in a trusting mood.

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At three a.m., the proverbial witching hour of Aztlan, Sweet Mary left her   apartment for the gathering of Las Brujas Malas, deep in the crumbling limestone edifice of vicious spirits. The condemned downtown limestone church, once a prosperous enclave of the Ecclesia Dei, had long been  abandoned. It sat adjacent to Sweet Mary’s bedroom, badly stained by gray and black soot.   
   Putrid odors of the cursed underworld that lay beneath its unhallowed edifice, curled through the atmosphere surrounding the decaying structure. Sweet Mary wound her way past the fenced and barbed wired blockade that deterred homeless souls and nighttime vandals. Her lithe frame smoothly squeezed between the slightly ajar, chained doors. She walked over the toppled wooden pews and stone statues littering the concrete flooring from the back of the church to its altar.
The religious artifacts had been defaced by those news media referred to as sledgehammer-wielding lunatics claiming clerical abuse as children.
  She quipped to herself, Religion mocks, uses, and abuses. Nothing new under the black sun.
She opened a narrow side door that led to a rusted iron spiral staircase. Into the haunted and torch-lined basement that stretched thirty feet beneath the surface, she stepped. At the final stair, she touched bare earth.
Torches were lit along a cave of mirrors, shards embedded in the walls,  shattered remnants taken from the homes of victims who had defamed Las Brujas.
Anyone who dared speak ill of the brujas ended the day tormented, injured, or maimed. Crises happened. One second they were safe, the next mowed down by an out-of-control car, or mugged and cut, or worse, lured in by a soft and sexy vixen loaded with a nasty biological curse. Mirrors confiscated from homes during nighttime raids reflected the victim’s horrified face when doom struck.
Sweet Mary hurried past the legions of rats scampering away from her every step into the cracks and crevices of the century-old limestone structure. An unavoidable eyesore at the heart of one the most decayed areas of the often sinister downtown Aztlan del Sur. It was a meeting place of a multiplicity of worlds, where street and abyss had grimy corridors littered with violent souls and heartwrenching cries of the desperate and doomed.
In this haunted zone, Sweet Mary presided over the witches of black magic. They knew how to spot love, taint love, kill love. It’s what bad mothers did. It’s what Las Brujas did. It’s what Sweet Mary did—because what had been received must be given.
No one knew where they gathered. Evil demanded hiddenness. Street-smart folk and fear-ridden church folk knew them as Las Brujas Malas, the foulest of witches, not to be crossed. Even those who suspected the whereabouts of their lair dared not cross the street to look at the unholy building, now a crumbling religious edifice.
The witches met at the mouth of a deserted tunnel, which in former years led to the secret chapel of the reigning archbishop, who there entertained a bevy of female devotees. Las Brujas, the four desert urban witches, walked down the twenty-foot descent. Hard-pack dirt sloped gently into the entrance of the unhallowed region of the chapel that had become the accursed cave of Las Brujas. They moved forward, into the mouth of the cave.
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But here Eve was, paralyzed. Waves of gurgling and quicksand were no metaphor. Agitation could turn bad to worse. Eve clutched harder for a stable mind. It was a torment, nearly impossible not to panic. She gritted her teeth, tightened her mental hold. Gently, millimeter by millimeter, she managed to raise her right hand. Mud offered no resistance. She raised her right forearm out of the hungry maw of dirt and grit. She grabbed hold of a desert oak’s dropping branch. It held firm. Five fingers clutched like a vise. She lifted her left arm and hand. Inch by inch, she loosened her torso from the deadly mud. Low-lying olive tree branches gave steadier purchase.
Memories of circling sparrows, an ancient warding against fated demise, provided a moment’s comfort. She pulled upward. Branches did not snap or break. They were supple. Evenly, she pulled with breath after concentrated breath. She gazed toward the sky. There were no sparrows overhead. The silence felt unnerving.
The sky shifted, turquoise bright turned to leaden gray. The desert olive branch snapped. Eve screamed and dropped. She sank to her shoulders. Quicksand lapped up past her chin, grains of sand forming crusts along her lips.
Clenching her teeth, she was grateful her mind hadn’t snapped along with the branch. Wits kept panic at bay.
Dying wasn’t a concern, survival was. It was the getting there that mattered—how it happened, how she did it. She detested the thought of dying by a witch’s curse, slipping into an underworld of final breaths and mud-loaded lungs. If she went down into the belly of the abyss and the mouth of a soul-famished witch, she’d do it on her terms.
Middle finger out.

Paul De Blassie III

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