The Search for Reasons formerly named The Coincidences of Kyle. (part 1) Kyle goes on an adventure all across the country on a fact finding mission. He searches for information that may help his friend, and solve a 65 year old mystery. It is filled with action and romance that is combined with a little touch of comedy. It is also filled with so many facts that make the story almost believable.
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"The Search for Reasons" in July of 2010.
Kyle's Army, (part 2) Kyle is living a normal life until one day his mom receives a birthday card. It pulls him into another quest that leads him back into the world of government espionage and secrets. He recalls his old Special Ops unit to go on a rescue mission. His friend is hunted down and captured by a secret organization based in Washington DC. In the meantime he discovers the people of this country are being manipulated into thinking the government follows its own laws.
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Michael has completed Dominance. It is based on the continuing adventures of Kyle Jameson. He is forced to search for clues that eventually leads him and his old unit back into active duty to prevent an international incident from occurring.
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Excerpt of Kyle's Army are on the "About the author" page.
Profiling or Prejudice is a mini-novel Michael enjoyed writing. It involves two black college graduates who are best friends that had to move back home thanks to the recession. They are faced (mostly Tyrone) with different situations that involves numerous accounts of profiling, labeling, and various forms of prejudice.
Excerpt from Dominance
I’m going to ask you three questions, and I’m going to asked them only one time,” Agent Ford said in a threatening tone. “If I don’t like what I hear, you’re not leaving this room standing up. Do you understand?” Mr. Fonsworth looked almost confused at first, then it turned into fear. He couldn’t sit still in his chair as he hesitated to speak.
“Yes…sir, I…I understand,” Mr. Fonsworth said stuttering and staring at the ceiling camera then toward the mirror knowing someone else was watching. Agent Ford stood up, walked around the table, and leaned in close to him.
“Where did you take the child?”
“I…what child?” Agent Ford pulled back his closed fist and punched him in the neck at full force causing him to choke and fall sideways onto the floor.
“I’m still waiting for the right answer?” For a few seconds, Mr. Fonsworth struggled to catch his breath. He just laid on the floor and gasp for air as he held his neck.
“I drove the baby,” he said coughing. “To a address…address that was already in the GPS.”
“What was the address?”
“I don’t remember—I swear,” he said speaking harshly. “I can’t read too good, but I do remember it was somewhere in New York. I followed the turn arrows on the display and when I reached the house, I placed the baby on the doorsteps and rang the door bell.” Agent Ford leaned down toward Mr. Fonsworth who struggled to get back into his chair. He then stood straight up with his arms crossed, giving him an angry stare.
“Where’s the GPS unit?” he asked. “It wasn’t in the Explorer.”
“I was told to throw it off the George Washington Bridge when I passed over it,” Mr. Fonsworth said nervously. “Look man, I was given a thousand dollars and a card with instructions from a man in a black suit. I had just got out of jail and needed the money.”
“What did the card say?”
“It said where to pick up the car, and when to be at the hospital. I had to inform Miss Putroski she had to fly to L.A. and I would be paid two thousand dollars more, after I delivered the child.”
“I have one more question and you better tell the truth,” said Agent Ford. “Do you think I believe your story?”
“Yeah.”
“Wrong answer.” Agent Ford raised his leg and kicked him at full force in his chest, causing him and the chair to fall backwards. Mr. Fonsworth moaned in pain as he tried to catch his breath again. “Where’s the navigation unit?”
“I pawned it,” he said in agony.
“Where?”
“Easy-Pawn on 14th Street.”
“Now, don’t you feel better for telling the truth?” asked Agent Ford as he turned to leave the interrogation room.
“No…I feel like shit.”
