I’m
originally from the Portland, Maine area and lived and worked there
for years before moving to Southwest Florida. I am currently working
on the sequel to Jack Canon’s American Destiny – which will be
titled Jack Canon Clean Sweep. The sequel will be available in about
three months.
My Dad and Mom were artists, my father painted and my mother wrote poetry and loved to garden. Most Saturdays we loaded up the 1970 Chevy Impala to trek to a one man show somewhere or other. I took a different track graduating with a business degree; owning and operating an Award Winning Franchise Fitness Center. Currently a professional manager I am living in Florida with my beautiful wife and children, and following my passion.
Some of my other projects include a children’s book called Sammy the Sea Turtle – about an infant sea turtle taken from his nest the night he was to find his way to the sea. Sammy lives with the family until their son – the boy who took him, graduates from high school. On that day Sammy, backpack in tow – begins the long journey home.
My second project in the works involves angels – a man during a visit to Bar Harbor Maine encounters an angel; quite accidentally, he is told – she was not supposed to make him aware of her existence. Only three others have ever seen the real thing. Naturally he falls hopelessly in love with the beautiful creature.
www.gregsandora.com
Book Genre: Romantic
Thriller
Publisher: Itoh Press
Release Date: December 15, 2013
Buy Link(s): http://amzn.com/B00HC290W8
Book Description:
Two
months have passed since the long awaited inauguration of the New
President of the United States -
Jack
Canon. Now he must live up to his promises. The
World is wounded, people are hurting, the new President must keep the
country afloat. Jack leads a very full life - The first couple's
relationship is hot
with passion,
but he can never admit that to Sandy, his best friend who is also
head over heels in love with him. The
Women of the House provide a welcome distraction while
helping with the arduous task of running the country.
As President Jack must make tough decisions: Global Terrorism, Human
Trafficking, Korea on the brink of war, all while thwarting
International Greed. Women
of the House is
a story of noble sacrifice at extremely high cost. Who's going to be
the first to be strong enough and willing to pay? It's not all work
in Women of the House - Think
the Wedding of the Decade meets the Crime of the Century.
Jack
Canon's Women of the House, is a story filled with Love, Lust, and
Loyalty where passions can run wild! In
Sandora's monumental sequel, patriotism and valor mingle with an
undying love that refuses to quit. Ride along as Jack Canon fights
back against the most evil people on the planet. Readers
are sure to embrace this unforgettable tale which will appeal to fans
of political adventure, suspense and romance alike.
Jack Canon's Women of the House is a story of kindness, passion and
courage that can't be separated.
"Guys,
would you excuse me for a moment. Daphne teased biting her lower lip
in an adorable half smile. Jack, I’ve got something to show you."
Her voiced pitched as she trained her pretty eyes toward mine
anticipating my reaction.
"Nice,
Honey. While you’re out there…tell the V.P.—we’ll meet with
her on Monday."
"Are
you sure, Jack?" Locking eyes, "Your Mondays are always so
full?"
"Sweetie,
just fit her in the best you can—between something else – we
might as well get it over with. Ten minutes tops."
Daphne
leaned into my side to whisper, "Okay, I’ll be right back,"
I couldn’t see them, but I imagined her raising her perfectly
brushed brows. She leaned in closer, her pretty voice got softer,
"With a surprise – I’m just dying to show you the dress I
bought for the wedding." Her breasts and tummy pressed against
my arm as she tenderly whispered the words.
"How’s
that a surprise if you told him?" Alyson asked freshly. "I
heard you."
Daphne
was generous with her touch and rubbed into me. I’ve never met a
girl more comfortable in her own skin. Placing one hand firmly on my
leg, she squeezed, delicately leaving the chair, before performing
her usual sexy slink toward the door. This girl couldn’t help being
beautiful!
Alone
together, Alyson piped up, "That’s why woman hate her, Jack."
She added shaking her head gently against my chest, "That walk –
it’s like she’s always trying to turn you on. Every minute she’s
around you – she never let’s up. She’s so competitive – do
you see it? And,—that
voice
– nobody talks like that!"
I
put both arms around Alyson and held tighter to reassure her, "Honey,
– this job would kill me if I didn’t have you girls to take the
edge off." She seemed satisfied to hear me excuse Daphne’s
sultry antics. We sat quietly a moment before she started fidgeting
with the ends of her dress.
"I’m
sorry, Jack – you must think I’m just as bad the way my dress is
riding up. It’s so short to begin with – I wore it for you."
"Don’t
ever worry about me, – you’re a wonderful distraction."
"You
know what – the heck with it then, I’ll just let it ride up so
you can see the tops of my thighs." She giggled.
"They’re
beautiful. I just don’t want to take advantage of you."
Alyson
snuggled closer, getting more comfortable, "Really, Jack? It’s
my body and I want you to see it. For that matter these are my lips,"
I felt a trace of lip-gloss, scented cherry.
"My
mouth wanted to kiss you."
"Yeah?"
I said a bit too softly, wishing I’d said it in a deeper tone.
Rubbing her arms, feeling tender towards her. "It’s sort of
funny, your body does whatever it wants."
She
giggled and smiled, "I guess."
"Okay,
I’m good, Sweetie."
"Hey,
Jack? What ever happened to Elsa?" Changing the subject.
"Elsa?
We located her shoes. We found them in a Greek brothel. The girl that
had them told our crew Elsa was auctioned off to a Saudi Sheik."
"Oh
my God." Alyson covered her mouth.
"No,
that’s good news because chances are she’ll still be alive when
we go get her."
"You’re
going after her?"
"We
sure are. Tip has your dad training on weapons and systems right now.
It’s going to take him a few days to get him back up to speed. He’s
been out of commission for a while, but as soon as he is ready he’s
heading over there to rescue her."
"Jack,
do you think the sheik will just hand her over?"
"No,
it’s going to be messy, we’ll have to wreck the place, but we’re
sending a message. The only thing that matters is that Elsa will be
coming home. And, girls like her will be safe. We’re going to stop
human slavery once and for all."
"What
about in the U.S., Jack?"
"Here
it’s a different story – we need to beef up law enforcement. We
already have the means to stop trafficking, but it’s been allowed
to go on."
"Why?"
Alyson asked in disbelief.
"Tip
would be angry for me telling you – for your own sake,
Sweetheart—you really don’t want to know…" Just as I was
about to spill it—Daphne saved me from having to explain any
further. Sauntering in wearing a peach form fitting tube
dress—flattering her knock out figure to lengths I hadn’t ever
allowed my mind to go. All-over- glitter silver stilettos shining
over glossy black platforms gave her a statuesque long-legged
appearance. She made her way toward me stopping short in the middle
of the room. Daphne had a way of making love with her eyes.
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