Announcing the Launch Giveaway Winners

The launch giveaway has ended, and the winners are:

Grand Prize: Logan Humenik

Signed Copies of Alone and Unafraid: Dave Compton and Randall Long



Alone and Unafraid Released


Barnes & Noble:

Barnes & Noble is still behind; the ebook was delivered a week ago, but they still don’t have it up.

It’s also available on Apple iBooks.

Giveaway and Sale

I’m having a little giveaway to celebrate the launch of Alone and Unafaraid, starting at midnight tonight and running through midnight on August 27th.  The grand prize winner will receive a signed copy of each American Praetorians book.  Two other winners will receive a signed copy of Alone and Unafraid.

Additionally, all hats, caps and patches are 25% off, until the end of the giveaway.  Use the coupon code HillBilly at checkout.

Pre-Order Alone and Unafraid

So, Kindle Direct Publishing recently instituted Kindle pre-orders for independent publishers.  This means that at least for the electronic versions, I can actually set a release date.  While a little bit further out would probably help more, I’m still figuring this out, and I’m sure some of you (based on some of the comments I’ve been getting) are getting a little impatient.

So, without further ado, the pre-order for the Kindle edition of Alone and Unafraid is live.  It will release on August 26th.  I’m hoping to have the paperback out then as well, give or take a day; we’ll have to see how the proof comes out.

The pre-order page:

This book will also be enrolled in Kindle Matchbook, meaning that if you buy the paperback (once it’s out, obviously), you can get the Kindle version at a reduced price.

Gear Update

You may notice that the Gear and Signed Books pages are no longer to be found on WordPress.  They have officially been moved to a new site, which allows for better inventory control and shipping (especially international shipping).  In short, it’s much better for e-commerce.  Head over and take a look by either clicking on the new link to the right or following this link:

You can pre-order your signed copy of Alone and Unafraid there now!

Snippet Four, Alone and Unafraid

“You know,” Black said as I walked into his small room/cell, “if you’d taken me along it could have worked out a lot simpler. I could have gotten us in as Project contractors, then we could have either started schwacking ‘em from the inside, or walked out if it was too hot. You guys keep up this kinetic door-kicking shit and there aren’t going to be many of you left before long.”

I studied him impassively. Unfortunately, he had a point. I just hated to hear it from a guy who had been paid to support our sworn enemies. “What’s your deal, Black?” I asked. “We capture you fighting with ISIS, but now you want to be all buddy-buddy?”

He spread his hands. “Put yourself in my shoes. Not only do I finally get offered work—and you guys should know how hard that is to come by these days—but it’s a chance to deal some hurt to some real bad guys. We got to see some really scary shit intel-wise about what the IRGC is up to. Hezbollah moving CBRN materials into the US from Mexico, nuclear and missile deals with not only North Korea but the Russians and Chinese, too…it’s getting pretty hairy, man. I know you guys know this just as well as I do, otherwise you wouldn’t have sided with Al Hakim.

“But when we get here, we get thrown in with ‘militias’ that are pretty obviously Al Qaeda or similar Salafist jihadis. Collins denied it at first, but finally just answered our concerns with ‘shut up and do what you’re told, or I’ll leave you to them.’ I want that fucker’s head on a plate just as bad as you do. Getting captured was the best thing that’s happened to me since I set foot in this shithole, and that includes if you shoot me in the head and bury me in a shallow grave.”

I just looked at him with narrowed eyes for a moment. “What about the rest?” I finally asked. “How many other Project personnel feel the same as you do?”

He shrugged uneasily. “Not as many as you might hope. He vetted most of us pretty well; he found the guys who didn’t give a fuck, but just wanted to kill shit. Sunni, Shi’a, whoever, doesn’t matter a fucking bit to them. They get to run and gun and kill motherfuckers, and they’re happy. Some of them would probably think twice about trying to take you guys out, but some of them…they really don’t give a flying fuck. There are probably a dozen like me who got trapped and don’t know how to get out.”

He must have read the skepticism in my expression. “Look, I know you guys aren’t the most trusting bunch.” That drew a snort. “From what little I’ve been able to see, you don’t even trust Al Hakim.”

“This is a tribal part of the world,” I said. “Trust outside your own tribe, and you’re asking to get burned. And by ‘burned,’ I mean beheaded on the fucking internet.” I cut the conversation short by tossing the handful of photos of the dead men in the target house in front of him. “Any of these look familiar?”

With a shrug, he dropped the conversation and picked up the photos. “That’s Abu Tariq, all right.” He shuffled through three more. “Don’t know any of these guys.” He stopped at the fourth. “Holy shit.” He held up the photo, of a man in his thirties, with a longer beard and no mustache. “This looks like Abdul Suleyman Nazari. He’s a Syrian, was part of the Jabhaat al Islamiya; a rather notorious member, actually. He was part of the assault team that almost took out Assad just before the Spetsnaz whisked him away. They say the guy’s killed over a hundred people by himself. He’s a serious bad guy.”

“Assuming that’s him,” I said dryly, “he was a serious bad guy.”

He nodded. “Point taken. If it really is him, this is quite a coup. You should publicize it.”

I just raised an eyebrow.

“Or not.” He sighed. “I’m not saying publicize that it was you guys who did it. But if you’re going to be running an insurgency against an insurgency, at least Al Hakim’s people need to be putting out the word about what they’re accomplishing, even if it’s you guys who do the real killing. It’s IO, man. You should know this.”

“And Information Operations worked oh so well here the last time around,” I retorted. “And in Afghanistan. And in Libya.”

“Just saying,” he said. “It did wonders for Ahrar al Sham, and then the Islamic Front after it, in Syria. It’s a tool, that’s all I’m saying.”

I didn’t say anything more as he perused the rest of the pictures. Finally, he dropped them on the cot and shook his head. “Nobody else of consequence, at least that I know of or have crossed paths with. This one”—he tapped one of the last photos—“is Abu Tariq’s cousin, the guy who owns the house. I’m guessing the rest are family members and security goons.”

I gathered the photos up and started for the door. We’d definitely run them past some of our allies/clients, to see if anyone recognized them. As helpful as he was trying to be, even without his baggage Black was a single source, and we’d learned a long time ago not to rely on single-source reporting. A single-source based raid in Kismayo, Somalia had killed three of us because the source turned out to be playing for the other team.

“Stone,” Black called just before I closed the door, “think about what I said. I can get you close to these motherfuckers.”

“I’ll think about it,” I said, and shut the door.