Christmas is a special time of year, reminding us of the importance of friends and family.  With this auspicious occasion comes many wonderful blessings.  I am mindful of something as I gaze upon the meticulously decorated tree.  Resting high above, on the pinnacle of the evergreen, is an angel.  Of course the figure is only a symbol, not an idol that we should worship, but instead a reminder of something that is real.

For those of us who believe, there are indeed angels among us.  They come into our lives, often unaware, bringing joy to the lives they touch.  Without them the world can seem like a cruel and lonely place.  Their miraculous presence has the ability to change our lives.  While there are many truly remarkable people in the world, a few stand out among all the rest.

Whether or not we choose to admit it, we need each other.  Every person, every business, and everything we do while upon this marvelous planet called earth depends upon others.  No one is an island – even though some attempt to live that way.  But who are they hurting?  Life is short and fleeting, here today and gone tomorrow.  What would it be like not to have a single person to share it with?

It is so exciting to watch the children enjoying themselves, especially the younger ones as they put on quite a show for us.  Their faces are all aglow, they have no worries, and they delight in the little thing we call life.  Those are the fond memories we carry with us throughout our time here on earth.  Christmas is a time for family and friends to assemble together to share those precious moments and create new ones.  Have you ever considered how boring and lonely life would be without them? 

We must never take people for granted, especially those we cherish, for in the blink of an eye they can be taken from us.  Don’t wait until it is too late to enjoy the company of a dear friend.  The holidays are quickly approaching, providing an excellent opportunity to share our time with others and give of ourselves.

I have written a book I am sure you will enjoy.  It holds a lifetime of memories for two six-year-old children who discover ‘the greatest gift of all’.  This young boy and girl build a friendship at an early age that follows them wherever they go, even when destiny takes them in opposite directions.  Why not join us as we share in the story of some really good people?  Consider the sacrifices they make to help others.  When you are finished reading, you will surely believe there are angels among us.

The story begins with an orphan named Destiny.  She has met a kind old gentleman who knows the true meaning of life.  Watch as fate brings the two together, creating the backdrop for what is truly the Greatest Gift of All.


 “In Search of Paradise“, Adventure Series – Book 1, now available for your reading pleasure – absolutely free!  Click link below.  Enjoy!

“In Search of Paradise”



What does the Navy SEALs and human trafficking have in common?  Absolutely nothing except being enemies!  That should be enough to put this vile group on notice.  The SEALs have long ago been accepted as the elite.  If there is a tough job to be done, these are the guys to call upon.  Anyone that is familiar with Bin Laden has heard of the SEALs and the heroic mission to rid the world of this terrorist.  These well-trained men are as tough as they come.  When the mission runs into trouble they know how to get it done.  Their motto says it all: A Navy SEAL never gives up.  So what can we say to those involved in human trafficking?  You had better watch out!  There is a team of former SEALs that are coming after you. 

The President of theUnited States is fed up with the disappearance of our young people.  The FBI now has a special division that handles cases involving human trafficking.  However, the task can be overwhelming, and that is the reason a team of former SEALs has been called upon. 

It is frightening to learn how powerful the organization of human trafficking has become.  Each year there are as many as 800,000 missing person’s reports filed and of those, some 150,000 are actual abductions.  In the end only 1,100 to 1,200 bodies are found.  These remaining missing persons are never heard from again.

Why did I become involved in writing about human trafficking?  It is because the problem seems to be getting worse.  I can personally recall a young woman disappearing on her way to the office.  She was employed at the corporate level of the company that I worked for.  It did not take long for news to reach everyone concerning her disappearance.  Can you imagine that?  One morning your loved one leaves for work, never to be heard from again.  It just so happens this occurred in Oklahoma, City.  Now three decades later a team of former SEALs is coming out of retirement to fight against this vile group of human trafficking.  According to news reports, they are operating in the state of Oklahoma.  It is ironic, isn’t it?  However I wrote The Twelve SEALs before any of this was known to me.  While this novel is totally a creative work of fiction, it must be noted that the statistics are based upon well-documented information.  It is my purpose to call to action.

There are young people disappearing all over the world at an alarming rate.  It is time to do something about it.  The Twelve SEALs provides a scenario that could happen to anyone, at any time.  Not everybody that disappears is a victim of human trafficking, but I have reasons to believe a lot of them are.  Just because a person is over eighteen does not relieve us of our responsibility to search for them. 

It is appalling to learn that so many cases of missing persons are never solved.  Maybe here is a solution.  Why not put our best men on the task?  This is a job for none other that the Navy SEALs.

Justice for all?

The whole world has been captivated by the murder trial in Orlando, Florida.  Regardless of who you talk to, there is going to be a difference of opinion.  However, the tragedy of the whole matter is the death of a young child.  Her name is Caylee Marie Anthony.  

This beautiful two-year-old had her whole life ahead of her, yet it only took a moment for it to be snatched away.  What actually happened?  Will we ever know?  Will justice prevail?  All these questions have an answer, but it may never be revealed. 

I become very emotional when the victim is a child.  Maybe it is because I have witnessed such injustice in the world.  While this child can only speak from the grave, there are other victims that are very much alive.  Yet when they beg for help, none is provided. 

For nineteen years the family I wrote about in for the Victims had to endure malicious abuse.  It all began when their parents reported criminal activity within the Postal Service.  Immediately they were being harassed by a host of people.  It would be impossible to reveal all that happened to them in this short message.  Although I have written a total of three books about this tragedy, laying out the whole matter in minute detail.  

I feel compelled, however, to reveal a portion of what they endured.  Maybe it is because this case has opened my eyes.  For whatever reason, I am ready to reveal to the whole world what I know.  Shortly after August 6th, 1992, the family mentioned in for the Victims reported postal crimes to the police.  That afternoon two postal inspectors show up to take statements.  It soon became obvious that something was amiss.  The very next day their house was broken into.  Nothing was taken, and they were puzzled as to why someone had done it.  Soon the answer was evident.  The entire family became sick.  The cause?  Pesticide poisoning.  Blood tests proved they had been ingesting DDT, enough to kill them.  But no matter how hard they tried, they could not seem to get the police to stop it.  So, they went to the FBI.  After that, it only got worse. 

Over the course of many months, the conditions became unbearable for this family of four.  All the police did was fill out reports while the lives of these children were in jeopardy.  The younger child was only six years old at the time; so, naturally the pesticides had a greater effect upon her small body.  At one point, she could barely walk as she dragged her foot across the floor.  Later she was rushed to the emergency room with severe stomach cramps.  After this incident, the parents became fed up with law enforcement and hired a private investigator.  With his untimely death, they were ready to leave Alabama and move to Florida.  However, the crimes followed them to Orlando.  So, they filed police reports again, but to no avail.  

One might conclude from all of this that there is no justice, but you would be wrong.  I have kept a record of what happened to those involved.  The details are revealed in the second installment of  for the Victims – Avenging Angel.  Yes, there is justice.  While it may not come from a court of law, a policeman, an FBI agent, or a postal inspector, there will be justice for all.  An agonizing death awaits the guilty; and as they lay suffering on their deathbed, what could possibly comfort them.  

In closing, this country is in a predicament, and there is a reason for it.  Those details are covered in the final chapter of  for the Victims – Nation in Crisis.  Is there justice?  If you still have any doubts, why not read the trilogy of  for the Victims.

Roger Grubbs





Thank you, dear readers, for your encouragement.  I feel like I have succeeded as a writer if I have entertained, inspired, and motivated you.  I am grateful for your support and positive reinforcement; and I promise to work very hard to make certain you are never disappointed.  

I’m a firm believer that life has a purpose.  You may have already found your reason for being here, but others are still searching.  Regardless of our individual reasons for being on this beautiful planet called “Earth”, there is joy in living.  Readers, your uniqueness, inspires me to write. 

The world is not perfect.  There is a raging battle between good and evil.  I like to think that most people are good, yet evil is a very powerful force—and it seems to get the upper hand at times.  However, the heroes in my stories—our stories—are not quitters.  They sacrifice everything to help others.  You will be encouraged by them—and see yourself in them.  They take a stand for good even though the odds are overwhelmingly stacked against them.  And if necessary, they will offer the ultimate of sacrifices–themselves—for the greater good.  

Now, please let me share my humble beginnings as an author—I want to show you where my allegiance lies, and why writing about it is so important to me. 

I write . . . for the Victims 

The first novel I ever wrote was for the victims.  This is about true crime and provides a message of hope for those who are suffering.  This series was not intended to entertain; its purpose was to inform.  You see, I know the family that became the victims of these horrendous crimes mentioned throughout the series.  The story involves a frightening nineteen-year journey that has never ended.  A family of four had everything to live for.  They were on top of the world literally.  Suddenly that changed in the blink of an eye.  

These four people became victims of crimes you could have never imagined.  The worst part of the whole ordeal was that they received no help from a single soul.  What affected me the most was I witnessed the look in those children’s eyes as they begged an officer of the law for help.  He laughed and walked away.  Now you understand why I became a writer.  Law enforcement turned a deaf ear as others kept their secrets while this family suffered.  Nevertheless, this family refused to give up.  Police reports were filed in three states along with complaints to the FBI in two of those states and its headquarters inWashingtonDC.  Even after all this, the crimes continued.  

When this problem began, two members of this family were only children – ages six and twelve.  Their lives were literally destroyed by crooked law enforcement, dishonest judges, and a host of people who took bribes to remain quiet as others suffered.  But this family never gave up—they simply refused to be quitters.  But these victims did not simply survive—they thrived.  

The twelve-year-old is now thirty-one and has obtained a PhD.  She is a college professor.  The six-year-old is now twenty-four and a school teacher.  Fittingly, she was chosen as “Rookie Teacher of the Year”.  However, it has not always been easy for them.  They have been harassed by those who want to make their lives miserable.  It seems there is plenty of scum out there who are willing if the price is right.  The parents are now much older and should have been able to retire comfortably long ago.  However, crooks are not quitters either – just dumb and mean.  I’m convinced this family has a purpose in life:  if nothing else, to be an example to others.  That is why I have written the series of for the Victims

Before you read these novels, I must warn you.  Those were my first creations, and at the time I was overwhelmed by the crimes being committed against these two young children.  It shows in my writing style, and the story has affected others in the same way.  After reading them, many became so angry with the Postal Service and their law enforcement division that they did not even pick up their mail for days.  

The whole world needs to know this: no matter how small of a part one person plays in crimes or hatred, that person bears the guilt of perpetuating pain and injustice that ruins lives.  The law recognizes this—those who ignore or even slightly contribute to these crimes are under racketeering laws—which can carry the penalty of federal prison.  

Survivors know, prison sentences do not redeem lost years of hope, dreams, and promise.  Survivors, however, are comforted by knowing they are not alone.  The victims in my novels—who are still thriving today—never gave up hope.  So, if you are suffering, please know that you are not alone.  Draw on the strength of others who have endured hardships and prevailed.  for the Victims was written to restore faith in mankind, provide hope for the weary, and encourage all those who need it—especially for survivors. 

In closing, I would like to say there is a reason for our nation’s crisis; and it is explained in vivid detail in the final book of this series.  You will certainly be surprised to learn how it all began—which is with the strength of survivors, portrayed in for the Victims

Roger Grubbs





On this glorious day of the 4th of July, our nation celebrates the day of our independence.  As I awakened this morning, there was a certain feeling in the air.  It is difficult to explain, but I sensed the presence of an unseen spirit.  Maybe it is Thomas Jefferson himself celebrating with us.  I sincerely hope so.

History tells us it was this brave individual, with the help of four others, that put everything on the line in writing the Declaration of Independence.  Upon completing the final draft, fifty-six members of the Continental Congress signed it, setting into motion the most profound event in our nation’s history.  Those stately words continue to echo throughout our nation and around the world.  There is comfort in hearing and repeating the message.  The committee of five consisting of Thomas Jefferson, John Adams, Robert Livingston, Roger Sherman, and Benjamin Franklin were geniuses, or could it have been they were divinely guided? 

When you read the beginning it becomes evident that there was a powerful force at work.  It states:  

When in the course of human events, it becomes necessary for one people to dissolve the political bands which have connected them with another, and to assume among the powers of the earth, the separate and equal station to which the laws of nature and of nature’s God entitle them, a descent respect to the opinions of mankind requires that they should declare the causes which impel them to the separation.”

This portion of the Declaration set out the reasons for what this committee was about to do, but it is the powerful words that follow that move us to greatness. 

We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty, and the pursuit of Happiness.” 

You and I, my friend, have the right to be treated equally.  Included in that are certain indisputable rights – that being:  Life,Liberty, and the pursuit of Happiness.  No individual, no court of law, and no agency on earth has the right to take that from you.  Of course we can give up those rights by breaking the laws of our land, but law-abiding citizens have the constitutional right to all the privileges provided in this Declaration. 

As I close my eyes for a moment to reflect upon this prestigious day, I realize something.  Our forefathers gave up everything for our freedom.  Men and women do that every day to insure that our freedom is protected.  Now I need to do my part to make certain our great nation preserves this freedom.  It is certainly a privilege to live in this remarkable country, and I hope Thomas Jefferson is smiling upon us as he cherishes this moment that began on July 4th, 1776.  Make him proud by celebrating with us this auspicious occasion.  It is because of men and women like him that we have the right to Life, Liberty, and the pursuit of Happiness. 

Roger Grubbs




Space Travel

There is something on everyone’s mind at this particular time.  On July 8th our nation will commence the ending of an era, yet with that it will bring the beginning of a new one.  It is hard to believe the space shuttle has been around since the first launch of Columbia on April 12th, 1981.  For approximately thirty years this craft has been the primary source of manned space travel.  This massive structure will no longer be used to deliver astronauts into outer space, nor will it carry a payload of up to 50,000 pounds into orbit.  Upon the final voyage of Atlantis, the space station will be completed, fully stocked for future visitors via a new system.

Space travel by shuttle has not been without its problems.  Seven brave crew members lost their lives when Challenger disintegrated over the Atlantic Ocean only seconds into its flight on January 28th, 1986.  Seventeen years later, while onlookers gazed into the skies, Columbia broke apart as it re-entered the earth’s atmosphere on its 28th mission.  All seven astronauts were killed on that tragic day of February 1st, 2003.

In fulfilling their dreams, these courageous souls have left us something useful.  They have proven it is possible to travel in space.  It is because of their efforts the brilliant pictures of the vast beyond have been returned to us from the Hubble telescope.  Through this unique craft, we have had the privilege of locating a galaxy some fourteen billion light years away.  That reveals something for us to think about.  The size of our universe is mind-boggling, and all of this has a beginning.

One of the main characters of the Dark Side of the Sun, Mr. Steven Lucas, has discovered a way to travel beyond our galaxy.  To do that, he must be able to travel faster than the speed of light which we know to be 186,000 miles per second.  Why is so important for him to be able to do that?  Because he is convinced the sun is about to enter into a supernova.  Yet, his opponents quickly remind him that the size of the sun is much too small for that to happen. 

As the sunspots and violent explosions begin to erupt, Mr. Lucas is convinced it is coming.  Now he must find a way to tap into the energy that produced the Big Bang Theory that gave birth to the universe, but he realizes the source of that energy is divine in nature.  If he can only figure out a way to unwrap time from space, he could achieve warp speed.  Needing a source of energy, he finds it in the mysterious black energy that fills the universe.

Before Mr. Lucas could convince anyone of his discovery, the sun begins to act up.  Now it is time to leave, and he knows exactly where to go if only he can find a way to get there.

At the moment this is all sci-fi, but the future holds all sorts of possibilities.  As these events unfold and come to pass, we need to remember the brave souls who journeyed where no man had gone before.  Many of those courageous men and women gave up everything – even their lives – to explore the vast universe that lies before us.  As overwhelming as it may seem, we have only scratched the surface.

                                                                   Roger Grubbs




Harrison Ford does not know me, but let me tell you how we met.  One night I got the surprise of my life when I spotted him coming from a secluded building at a local theme park.  He had on a hat exactly like the one worn by Indian Jones.  Other than that, there was no disguise.  So, naturally I spoke to him. 

Before I had time to explain what was on my mind, he had already figured it out.  Mr. Ford, being the perfect gentleman he is, located a bench to the side of the walkway.  I could see it in his eyes.  He was thinking, ‘Here goes the spill.  So, I just as well get comfortable.’ 

When he sat down, I began to explain how my character, Dr. Andrew Rogers, would set the stage for a perfect meeting with Indian Jones.  Andy is a well-known archeologist who travels the world, searching out and proving or disproving the authenticity of ancient artifacts.  The only problem:  during those searches, he awakens a host of demons.  If that is not enough, he has gangsters trailing after him, attempting to take his discoveries from him.

When I mentioned the two of our characters meeting in a sequel, Mr. Ford looked up, made eye contact, and smiled.  He was about to speak.  But guess what?  We were interrupted.  “Hey, Spiel,” he said while waving at a gentleman pushing a stroller.  It was none other than Steven Spielberg.

With my heart pounding, I explained my idea to Mr. Spielberg.  After all, Mr. Ford had introduced us.  Pointing to his friend, Mr. Spielberg quickly replied, “That fellow’s character deserves his own billing.”

Then, I said, “You are right.  I’ll just create a story for Indian Jones, a sequel.”  Now that had gotten Mr. Harrison’s attention.  He looked up from underneath the brim of his hat and said, “You write it, send it to me, and I’ll read it.”

I was ecstatic.  With that being said, he rose to walk away to follow after Mr. Spielberg.  It took a moment for this to sink in.  When it did, I realized I had overlooked something.  Mr. Ford had not told me where to send the manuscript.

And, then, I awakened from my dream.  Before you come to a conclusion about this chance meeting in my slumber, you need to know that my dreams quite often come true.  Today I received a magazine with Harrison Ford’s picture on the cover.  That is why I’m telling this story.  For you guys out there who are wondering . . .  Harrison Ford and Steven Spielberg are the nicest people you will ever meet – if only in my dreams.


Roger Grubbs


Dr. Andrew Rogers’ Adventure Series