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EXCERPTS FROM SABEL SECURITY SERIES:
Element 42, Sabel Security #1
The voice in my head returned when I stopped taking my meds. My caseworker said the voice was part of my condition—PTSD-induced schizophrenia—but I call him Mercury, the winged messenger of the gods, and a damn good friend. For years, he was my biggest ally in combat and helped me predict the future. I’m not talking about very far into the future. Sometimes minutes, sometimes seconds, and sometimes just enough to see it coming.
Death and Dark Money, Sabel Security #2
Sixteen minutes before David Gottleib died, I was alarmed that a nearly-naked black man leaned against my refrigerator with a casual grin. It wasn’t because he was tall with supernaturally chiseled muscles. Nor was it the lone fig leaf he sported over his substantial manhood. It wasn’t the leather sandals or the bronze helmet with small bronze wings either. What alarmed me was that I could see him at all.
No one can see a god.
At least, no one with a shred of sanity left.
Death and the Damned, Sabel Security #3
Who to trust is the scariest decision we make in life. I grabbed him by the hair, pulled his head back, and, cheek-to-cheek, we contemplated the sparkling stars dotting the moonless Syrian sky. I sensed his eyeballs strain all the way to the right to look at me. His fingernails dug into my forearm. Anxiety caused him to miss the grandeur of the moment. Too bad. It was stunningly beautiful. You don’t see that many stars from over-lit American cities. But I tired of our two-second relationship and drew my blade across his throat, severing his carotid artery and larynx before he could scream a warning to the others. I dropped his carcass on the other jihadi at my feet. He trusted me because I speak Arabic. Bad idea.
Death and Treason, Sabel Security #4
The president, a billionaire, and a disgraced FBI agent were talking about disrupting democracy with the casual air you and I might use to pick a movie. It made my blood boil. Back when I was an overconfident, pimply-faced teenager, I joined the Rangers and swore to protect the Constitution from all enemies, foreign and domestic. That commitment still anchors my soul. My outrage nearly caused me to miss the conspirators’ after-thought scheme to kill my boss, Pia Sabel.
Death and Secrets, Sabel Security #5
A voice in a dream said, “Do you remember who shot you?”
Someone tugged me through a murky world. When the gray globs in my vision thinned, I recognized my sister. She kneaded my right hand and said something underwater. I blinked. Tubes hung down around me, metal rails on either side. A rack of machines with flashing lights towered over my shoulder. On my left stood a man in a white lab coat with the educated gaze of a doctor.
Death and Vengeance, Sabel Security #6
Annie Wilkes had been expecting to spend the rest of the day in emergency calls about the bombing. That changed when she stepped out of the ladies’ room. A pistol peeked from under an overcoat draped over a stranger’s arm. She scanned the Mumbai Hilton’s lobby for her security detail. Five yards away, her lieutenant lay face down on the floor. Farther away, her chief of staff struggled against restraints and a gag, his arms held in check by two men in business suits.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
His near-death experiences range from talking a jealous husband into putting the gun down to spinning out on an icy freeway in heavy traffic without touching anything. His resume ranges from washing dishes to global technology management. His personal life stretches from homeless at 17, adopting a 3-year-old at 19, getting married at 37, fathering his last child at 43, hiking the Grand Canyon Rim-to-Rim several times a year, and taking the occasional nap.
His writing career ranges from humble beginnings with short stories in The Battered Suitcase, to being awarded a Medallion from the Book Readers Appreciation Group. Seeley is best known for his Sabel Security series of thrillers featuring athlete and heiress Pia Sabel and her bodyguard, unhinged veteran Jacob Stearne. One of them kicks ass and the other talks to the wrong god.
His love of creativity began at an early age, growing up at Frank Lloyd Wright’s School of Architecture in Arizona and Wisconsin. He carried his imagination first into a successful career in sales and marketing, and then to his real love: fiction.
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