The day the Donald dodged that bullet, so did I. If it had veered an inch to the right, Trumpaholics wouldn’t be the only ones in RIP-Donald country, I’d be mourning too, bemoaning the death of a book I invested a lot of laughter in.
Michael was a thriller-writing sensation in his teens, signing multi-book deals with major publishers.
By the age of 21, his spy novels were on the bestseller shelf in bookstores on both sides of the Atlantic, but Michael was different from the other names on that shelf. He was a kid. He’d never been anywhere or done anything, and he wanted a thriller-writer’s bio like those big boys. So he quit writing wild adventures set in far-off places and he lived them instead. Now that bio is complete, he’s back at the keyboard with a new character for a new age.
Michael lives in Spain with his wife Elizabeth, and when he’s not writing his next thriller, he blogs about his life of adventure.
Michael loves to hear from readers and responds personally.So what's on your mind?
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