Two new titles are available on Amazon. The first is the fourth of the State of Arizona series, STATE OF CONFUSION. It takes Tan and a new Governor to new heights of trouble at the southern border along with trouble in the capital between the new Governor and everyone else, particularly Tan.

The second book is the second of the DEACON series, DEACON UNDERGROUND. The Deacon is caught up in three or four problems that all wrap around Gold. He has to go underground to get to the bottom of it all.

See posts and link here soon.

State of Peril

Join Tan and the Governor as they continue the struggle for Arizona, secure the border to the south, and put an end to the largest danger Arizona's people have ever faced.

It's a wild ride, from the desert to the south to the beauty of the Red Rock country in the north, all to stop one man.

Publisher: Doug Ball
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The man stood shaking, sweat dripped from his eyebrows, with his hands out, palms up, pleading, “Patrón, I have done my best and not a single mulo has made it through the guards that are now placed all along the border. Each has gone a different route. Each has gone at a different time of day. One woman I sent to go when she wanted, how she wanted, and whatever route she wanted, so there could be no leak in mi casa. She died just as sixteen of the men, less than a mile over the border. Ten men are currently awaiting trial in Arizona for attempting to bring drugs into the state. I am working on silencing them. We cannot get our product into Arizona from the south, Patrón.”

The seated man looked at him with pity. “Four hundred miles of border and you cannot find a hole. You are less than worthless. You have cost me more than twenty millions of dollars in product. Can you repay?”


“If you will allow me, Patrón, I will get much product in by way of California and the ships up the west coast. That route still works well, Patrón. That is how I will repay.”

“I cannot use those routes, I need the Arizona border. They have shut down almost all of the market for our product in Arizona and that is costing me a million dollars a week just in the marijuana. In coca and speed, there is another million at least every week. I need that market. Anywhere else I go, I step into someone else’s territory. I do not wish for a war between our familia and the others, do you?”

“No, Patrón.”

“So, what can I do with you? You are too incompetent to live.”

The man reached in his back pocket for a handkerchief, wiped his face, and then calmly said, “If you will just give me time, I will open up the route north into Arizona. I must take serious action and it will cost you much money, Patrón.”

“You will pay the costs for the first ten million, I know you have that much, and then I will look at what you have done. If it is good, you live. If not, . . .” He left it hanging as he lit a black Cuban cigar.

“Thank you, Patrón. I will not fail you.” He stuffed the handkerchief back in his pocket, stopped, and removed it again. The sweat on his head was growing to streams heading for his shoulders.

“Not if you wish to live, you and your familia.”

The man turned and left the room. Still he wiped and trembled. He did not have ten million dollars. He had three daughters, a beautiful wife, two strong sons, and sixty men. The Patrón had hundreds of millions of dollars and hundreds of trained men. “What can I do to live?” Armado Borrago asked the sky as he closed the outside door. The driver moved the armored Hummer up as soon as he was seen.


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