A brief glimpse into “Acts Beyond Redemption.”



And I looked, and behold a pale horse; and his name that sat on him was Death, and Hell followed with him. And power was given unto them over the fourth part of the earth, to kill with sword, and with hunger, and with death, and with the beasts of the earth.


The 747 had been in the air for eleven hours. It was a rough trip, heavy turbulence ensuring the barf bags had a purpose to serve.

The passengers had been quiet for the most part. Strangers all, no real attempt at conversation was made. Each of the young men appeared to be deeply enmeshed in their own thoughts. One of them passed the time watching several of the others push up their sleeves to glance at watches that were no longer there. It amused him to see them pat themselves down seeking the comfort of their cellphones, which had also been taken, together with any jewelry the men may have been wearing.

The window shutters were down and locked, affording no one the benefit of identifying in which direction they were traveling. The plane landed in a storm, and taxied into a purpose-built hangar.
The travelers were split into two groups of fifteen. They were directed to two buses and once seated were blindfolded securely and handcuffed to ensure those blindfolds remained in place. This was not unexpected; they had been told that security was tight.

“Where do you suppose we’re headed?” one of them asked his seating companion.

“Don’t know, don’t care. Don’t feel like talking either,” was the surly response.

The guy who initiated the conversation shrugged. “Fine by me.”

The outside temperature felt much colder than their point of departure had been. It had been a long flight. With no sunshine to guide them and no stars to be viewed, they had no idea where on the planet they were, they didn’t care. This was all about the money. More money than any of them had even dreamed of having. They couldn’t care less what they had to do to earn it.

The buses carried thirty healthy young men, with five things in common.

They were all under thirty years of age.

They were all capable of killing another human being if the conditions and the money were right.

They each had olive skin and dark hair.

They were all discards; who had never found parents who wanted to keep them.

All had failed the parameters on entering law enforcement agencies due to their psychiatric assessments.

The consensus reached by analysis was that they each had ‘sociopathic’ tendencies.
They weren’t the first busload of young healthy men to pass through the heavily guarded sentry gates. They would, however, be the last.

Recruitment had required a skilled team months of searching. This load consisted – as did the others – of young people that slipped through the cracks of society through their own skill and ability to manipulate others, and the capacity to survive at any cost.
They were all loners.
Detailed profile reports indicated they would be capable of offenses ranging from assault to murder, with barely a thought to consequences.

They were exactly the types the recruiters of this particular unit wanted; healthy nobodies, nobodies who could be trained to be killers without anything other than a large cash bonus as the incentive.

The bus went through a long tunnel and entered an underground area, well-lit and guarded. The blindfolds and handcuffs were removed and they all blinked in the harsh lighting. The uniforms of those standing in a tight group awaiting their arrival were not familiar.

They were directed through a set of electrified gates, a couple of hundred yards beyond which appeared to be accommodation huts.

None of them attempted conversation. None had a wish to become even vaguely friendly with any of their suddenly inherited brethren.

A man, taller than most, exited a building with no windows, off to the left of the group. They watched him approach, each of them now utilizing differing degrees of testosterone charged body language.

The tall man spoke to the two other men wearing uniform, then turned and stood looking at them much as you would at cattle on display at an auction.

When he spoke, it was clear, and crisp.
“You have been selected from a number of possible people for a specific task. This is not a movie, people. There is no drill sergeant from hell with a secret soft side here. You can leave at any time, up to a certain point. You will be apprised of that point with enough time to make your decision. The training will be intense. Many of you will fail.”

He stopped and watched them for a full minute, until they could no longer hold his gaze. He smiled in grim amusement as they began to look away, then he continued in the same tone, “Those of you that do their absolute best, yet still fail up to week twelve, will be paid well for the time spent here and returned to their city of origin. You are not here because of your unwavering patriotism. You are not here because you are the best and brightest America has to offer.

“You are here because you are survivors. You are here because you have a mentality suited to the job you will be trained for. Hear me clearly; refusal to obey an order in the first twelve weeks of training will have you removed from this place without payment.”

He paused again and waited … “Refusal to obey a direct order after twelve weeks has elapsed will have you shot. There will be no court martial, no jury of your peers to appeal to. The sentence will be carried out immediately and your remains will be burned. Respond with ‘Yes, Sir’ if you understand.”
The silence that followed was absolute.
“What part of the directive was not understood?”
He pointed to a tall, thin, dark-haired young man with a face cratered by acne. “You! What part of that directive didn’t you understand?”
“None of it. I mean I get it, man, but that you will be shot bullshit, you’re shittin’ me, right?”
“Firstly, do not ever address me as anything but ‘Sir’ again. Secondly, I was not ‘shittin’ you. Failure to obey a direct order after week twelve- three months- will cause you to be placed before a firing squad and shot. Raise your hand if you understand!”

Hands were raised, slowly.
Four of the group did not raise their hands.
“You four. Step forward.”
The members of the small group looked at each other and took one pace forward.
“What didn’t you understand?” He pointed at one of them.
“Oh, I understood all right, man … Sir. I just don’t wanna play no more.”
“You other three, is that how you feel?”
“Uh- yes, sir!”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Fine. I don’t like people wasting my time. Fall out here and you can re-board the transport.
You will not receive the agreed amount of the initial payment. Discussion of anything that has occurred since contact was made will result in your immediate arrest and incarceration without trial. Understood?”
They all replied, “Yes, sir.”

“The rest of you will be spoken to further after you have changed clothing. I leave you with Denver. You will address him at all times as ‘Denver’ or ‘Sir’. That is all. At ease.” The man strode off with another who had been standing to the rear of the group. This one wasn’t quite as tall, but somehow he looked more menacing in his black jeans and shirt.

The man known as Denver stepped out front of the group. “You will follow me and be assigned to your quarters. Your uniforms are on the bunks. From today, you will be known only by the names allocated to you. You will find your photograph at the end of your allocated bunk with your new name and identity attached. Memorize it. Anything from your past, anything, ceases to exist from this moment. Four of you will be assigned to each hut. Shower, change, and be back out here in twenty-five minutes. Understood?”
“Understood?” he repeated.
“Yes, sir!” The group, minus the four who had made the decision not to stay followed Denver across a long expanse of yard, rounded a corner and found a group of de-mountables waiting. Denver walked up and down the two lines of remaining men, with a clipboard and photographs of each of them; he confirmed their identity to his satisfaction and grouped them in lots of four.
Giving each group a number, he directed them to their allocated accommodation.

The four dissenters in the group re-boarded a bus and were again driven through the tunnel. They arrived at an airstrip and disembarked waiting for instructions to re-board a plane. Two uniformed men escorted them out to the tarmac. There was no plane. The four men stood quietly waiting for further instructions. The guards opened fire and the four of them dropped, dead before they hit the ground.
One hour later, without explicit confirmation of death, they were thrown in a communal grave and burned, along with the others that had decided not to play.


Short … Sharp and Deadly!


Samantha Mannix has been long accustomed to isolation.

However, finding a Ranch Hand prepared to deal with everything the remote Australian Tropics can dish out, is proving far more difficult than she imagined.
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There are secrets here ….forbidding and dark.
Ben Edwards is the only applicant that meets Samantha’s criteria.
She asks no questions about his past…and rejects all questions about her own
.Only the Homestead holds the answers …

Ranch Hands come, but they never stay.

Ben Edwards responds to her latest advert; he seems to be a perfect fit.

What is it about the beautiful ‘Euphoria Homestead’ that takes them away?


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Wearing my Paranormal shorts.

“Mind-Shaft” A collection of Deadly and Different Paranormal Shorts


Mind-Shaft is an eclectic collection of Paranormal shorts. Fast-paced, Dynamite.

Sisterly Love. … After the tragic murder/suicide of her parents, Pippa, at just Nineteen-years of age, finds herself taking on the full responsibility for raising her fifteen-year-old sister, Emma. Emma is … more than just a little different. One of these Sisters is hiding a deadly secret! But … which one?

The Reckoning … A Halloween party is the perfect venue for serving justice on the menu. Leighton Caulfield and his Lawyer are about to get their just desserts. In a way that nobody is prepared for.

A Place so Cold … Children are missing! Time is running out. Can the stranger from Australia lead the rescuers to them in time?

Meet Stinky … Stinky is waiting to show you his family. Do you really want to meet them?

The Directors Cut … A romance beyond time. Award winning Director, Christopher Manning is searching for far more than a location for his next blockbuster. The emptiness that has permeated his entire life is crying out for resolution. Join him as he seeks the answers.

Mind-Shaft … Victoria Denton served revenge swiftly and without mercy. Her future happiness seems assured. If only the past would remain where it should.

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Just what do I write?

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In Book 1 of the ‘Unintended Consequences’ series Acts Beyond Redemption takes you on a twisted, deadly ,journey.

Mike Matheson is head of a Special Task Force set up by the F.B.I to track down and apprehend the serial killers responsible for 18 brutal murders.

He and his team are exhausted, frustrated, and ready to burn out after almost five years and no leads.
Nothing in their experience has prepared them for this. Nothing in their imaginations could conceive of the truth hidden in plain sight.
Someone is deflecting their weary eyes away from a truth too incomprehensible to be permitted to exist.
Revealing it and those that set it in motion would bring the most powerful country on earth to its knees. The corridors of power shake.

Who will be buried in the shattered remains of a country where freedom and honor are treasured above all things?

Just how far will those elected to protect and defend go, to keep the American dream alive.

5 Star reviews on Amazon

Format: Kindle Edition

Every once in a while I’ll pick up a book that I can’t put down, and “Acts Beyond Redemption” is not only one of them, it is one of the best. A complex, fast-paced novel about government power and intrigue that involves torture and murder to achieve goals, it gripped my attention from the first page to the last. The story begins with a special ops team recruitment where recruits that fail or opt out are silenced. Is this a private terrorist organization made up of ex-Special Ops members? That’s the way it seems. When dead bodies begin showing up minus their heads, a special FBI team is assigned to solve the problem, and to do it fast. But when the team begins its investigations, frustrations rapidly pile up. Who is the stunning young woman with the bright red Porsche? Is she one of the killers? Who all is involved? This is a novel that will keep you guessing up to and past the last page. S. Burke is one fine writer. I can’t wait to get into Book 2, which isn’t scheduled for publication until next year. Do hurry, please.
By T L Gould on January 11, 2016

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A thriller you can’t put down.
“Acts Beyond Redemption” is a five-star thriller that intertwines international drug deals, the United States government, a conspiracy that involves a horse competition in Afghanistan with catastrophic consequences, highly trained para-military undercover spies, the FBI, the CIA and a rogue group of government trained outcasts. It is a shrewd, masterpiece thriller written at a breath-taking pace and near genius in its plot.
The main character, Sheila Harrington, is a woman to die for. Her beauty, her cunning, her willingness to do things other women won’t are her arsenal for completing her missions. Is she working for the CIA? The FBI? Is she the serial killer the whole nation is looking for? What does she know, and who is she working for? These are the questions driving this story at high speed. Sheila Harrington’s beauty and talents lure powerful men at the highest levels of government, and seduce even the most hardened and dangerous men to get what she wants. Her power over the unwitting and unknowing draw them into her world of sex, bondage, betrayal and kill-or-be-killed survival. S. Burke creates such a beautiful—and dangerous—woman in Sheila Harrington, that I found myself wishing to be one of her “targets”.
Not for the faint of heart; so be prepared. When you sit down to read “Acts Beyond Redemption” you better have an extra cushion under your rump. The pace and the plot have you sitting on the edge of your chair. And just when you don’t expect it; wam! you are knocked to the floor—so you better have a cushion on the floor as well.
I can’t wait for Book Two (as promised at the end of Book One). I already have my cushions ready.

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