Showing results by publisher "Turtleshell Press" in Genre Fiction

Mason Dixon is given a message: His father has been murdered. The man who did it? A rich rum distributor. Now, he wants to find him. And kill him. Caught up in the wrong crowd, Mason Dixon just wants to spend his nights running his bar. He thought he was done with the killings, the late-night assassinations, the espionage, and bloodshed.

Sergeant is my first name, and it happens to be my rank as well. I was born into - and because of - this war...but that's another story. My particular interest in the military hovered near zero for most of my life, but like everyone else in my , we were drafted into service. There was never a time during the war that I didn't want to stay alive, either, so I fought. At first, I fought selfishly for my own life, and then for my squad and platoon, and finally for the individuals I served with. It was a circuitous route, and probably just a little self-centered, but it led me here.