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Sergeant JP Grimm didn’t pull the trigger. Now his Marine brothers are dead. All victims of a child in a suicide vest…a child that resembled Sgt. Grimm’s very own. But how are you supposed to take a child’s life? How can you kill someone that looks just like your own son?
Those same hazel eyes he saw in his scope continue to haunt him long after he left the desert death lands as he tries to reconnect with his son, Adin. JP battles another war at home against PTSD and the worthless, dejected thoughts that he is the reason his friends are dead. His wife, Lisa, struggles to let her stubborn husband work it out on his own terms. She does all she can to give him space, support, and strength—but her love can only go so far.
As the world shows signs of impending doom from a weakening magnetic field and flaring sun, JP, too, shows signs of his own impending doom. After pushing everyone away, JP must face his nightmares to restore his relationship with his son, save his marriage, and save himself before the modern world burns out in a fiery, electromagnetic disaster.
To Feel Alive
No pistol tastes the same.
Mine
is a bourbon-muzzled truth maker;
as bitter
as those night terrors
of a columned world around me
exploding;
as real as self-inflicted regret;
so familiar in my hand,
and cold on my tongue;
It burns
on the way down.
No pistol tastes the same…and mine…is a bourbon-muzzled truth maker.
His grandfather’s Vietnam era M1911 trembled in his crusty hand, and both heavy across his muddy lap. JP’s forest eyes, encrusted with dirt and dried blood, fixated on the gun¬––a charcoal chunk of steel with dark brown and checkered grips. Two pounds of metal and shame was a sharp boulder pinning him to the V-shaped trunk of that tree.
Beads of rusty sweat rolled down his bristled face. His dirty blond hair waved with the breeze as he sat, defeated, in his farm clothes under the old oak shading his grandparents’ gleaming headstones. A faded American flag, stabbed into the grass between them, fluttered and whipped in the wind. The calloused bark scraped at his sticky back on a steaming spring day. But what he felt most was repentance…and that cold, loaded shackle chaining him to his past.
No, mine is bittersweet and savory.
Jacob earns his inspiration through experience and believes every book has a purpose. He writes powerful, emotional, and thrilling stories about mental health, war, social stigmas, and other taboo subjects in order to bring awareness, change, and hope to those who need it.
Raised in Southeast Ohio, he’s a sucker for fast workouts, long laughter, and power naps. Snacks are his love language, and he thinks he’s a Pisces. Check him out and join his newsletter on his website.
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ReplyDeleteAn intriguing synopsis and excerpt, No Pistol Tastes the Same sounds like an excellent read. Thank you for sharing your bio and book details and for offering a giveaway
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