Brandan and Joachim have returned from the brink of Hell, but everyone questions if they are truly healed and one with Asha.As each prince tries to readjust to life, they must face the funeral of their father and their missing mother.They each take on the responsibility of ruling a country with new wives by their sides, but can they and the countries survive the trials that will ensue because of their choices?Brandan and Joachim survived the war, but can their relationship and their countries survive the aftermath.

The Peace Summit was in shambles, the prince kidnapped. When the rival king realizes he kidnapped the wrong prince, hostilities escalate. Loyalties to each other and country are tested for the twin princes of Crato, Joachim and Brandan. Joachim, captive of King Waldrom, faces deception and betrayal as he struggles to find his way home. Brandan, at home with a father focused on rescuing Joachim, wrestles with his own demons as he searches for his place in the world and the favor of his father. Torn from the safety and peace of their childhood, they are thrust into a world where bonds of family, brotherhood and roles as heirs to Crato are tested. Through war, spiritual journeys, death and marriage, will they choose the path of good or evil? Who can be trusted, as the world they know slips into a whirlpool of chaos?

 Murder Music is a mystery-thriller for anyone who enjoys mayhem, music, and romance.  Join Missy McKean, beautiful teen virtuoso who plays a haunted violin; Missy’s genius jazz mentor, Tiger Blakely; a demonic drug kingpin who wants Tiger very dead; Tiger’s dog, Bix, a canine Einstein; a mysterious red-haired Indian from outer space; and a bevy of craven killers on a crazy cross country jazz road trip that can only end in death and disaster.

“A well-written and fast-paced book that’s a solid page-turner!” – Amazon Customer
___________Seeking the Light of Justice is the stunning debut of the Hoshiyan Chronicles. A suspenseful thriller mixed with powerful themes that that keep you turning pages. The Light of Justice is a thriller/adventure Sci-Fi/fantasy novel written without profanity or explicit sex. Israeli archaeologist, Professor Yoshua Rosenberg’s team are hot on the trail of the legendary king, the Light of Justice. Their first solid clues comes when they discover the cover page of the Hoshiyan Chronicles. Following the professor’s internet posting, the Pope is notified by Vatican security. The pope ventures into an underground vault holding the most sensitive secrets .He finds an ancient directive ordering the destruction of all copies of the Hoshiyan Chronicles and anything connect to the writer, Aharon Dori. Thus starts the Vatican’s secret war on Yoshua and the Chronicles. Yoshua finds his next clue, a former synagogue converted to a now vacant chapel. He buys the abandoned building. Yoshua notices that the blueprints don’t match the inside of the structure. The blueprints indicate another room that was sealed off.
When the professor and his team breach the walls, they discover a monstrous horror: 46 tortured mummies, the remnant of a Jewish community tortured by the Inquisition and sealed behind a double brick wall. Thus, their place of worship became their tomb. Eight books were found with the bodies.
Yoshua realizes his discovery will cause the Spanish government humiliation on an international scale. Fueled by Papal encouragement, the Spanish government arrests the Israeli archeologists and confiscates all their finds. Illegally incarcerated, from where will their salvation come?

The Phoenix is the organization with mysterious origins that has managed to unite the world under a single government. Thanks to the extraordinary technologies it has spread on the planet, all inhabitants can live together in peace and well-being. At this point the Phoenix begins the exploration of space. Commander Gordon meets on Upsilon B Andromedae, a colony of incorporeal beings from whom he learns that it was they who created the Phoenix on Earth a century earlier. Their mission is to make all species of the universe evolve and coexist in peace and well-being. They ask for the help of the Terrestrians to fight a cruel and merciless species that has a completely different vision from theirs. This Empire invades and conquers planets to exploit their resources and enslave their inhabitants. The Terrestrians fight them and force them to a peace imposed by force, becoming the dominant species in the universe.
A senior member of the Phoenix Council wonders who these incorporeal beings are and who led them to accomplish this mission. Commander Gordon sets out in search of them and comes across extraordinary discoveries that will revolutionize all their knowledge of the universe. The help of a biological super-computer with an almost human behavior will be essential.

During one of his travels to Brazil, the protagonist received by radio a message in Morse code in which a mysterious Russian, embarked on a Yugoslavian motorship moored in Rio Grande do Sul, asked him for a meeting, upon his arrival to that port, scheduled after a few days. During the meeting, which the young man had accepted out of pure curiosity, the Russian proposed to him a vague collaboration with a transnational organization with not very clear contours. He refused, but the Russian, to convince him, announced that the next destination of the s/s Bayhorse, the ship on which the young officer was embarked, would be Jacksonville, Fl, USA. Since no one could know it at that moment, not even the shipowner who usually concluded all chartering contracts, time by time, he did not believe the Russian and thought of a hoax even if made for inexplicable reasons.

When, a week later, the captain of the Bayhorse, as soon as he heard the news of the new destination from the shipowner, communicated it to all officers and was precisely the one indicated by the Russian, the young man wanted to meet him again to deepen what had been told earlier. During the second meeting the Russian was not much more detailed in the explanation but told him that a mysterious object had been hidden in the first-aid room of the ship, and the young man was to deliver upon his arrival, to an appointee, who would also provide him with all the details about the future collaboration. He, driven by his innate curiosity, accepted and once sailing, he struggled to find the mysterious object hidden on board. After delivery on arrival, the appointee did not have time to provide enough details but informed him of another similar item to be delivered to the next port, this time to Bombay in India, where every aspect, until at that time mysterious, would be clarified.

During the meeting in India he was proposed to collaborate with this organization, The Phoenix, which operated worldwide and had unlimited financial resources and technologies unthinkable in those years. He was chosen because he was considered fit for the task they would assign to him, on the basis of some mental analyses to which he had been subjected without his knowledge. He accepted because he fully agreed with the goals the Phoenix wanted to achieve in the long term. After a few trips on board of s/s Bayhorse, during which he had the opportunity to verify the extraordinary technologies at Phoenix disposal, he was asked to disembark and reach their underground base, in the desert of Nevada, in the United States.

At the base he discovered a world unknown and wonderful to him. The technologies they had were so advanced that in the 1960s no one would even have guessed them. What astonished him most, was the way of transferring information from a computer archive directly into the human mind. He himself underwent gradual notional treatments that took his knowledge to unthinkable levels before then. Gradually his position grew in importance in the organization, until he reached the highest levels of management and joined the Council, after receiving the final notional treatment. At that point it was clear to him many political, economic and social events that had occurred in the last fifty years that had been communicated to the masses but adapted for political, economic or military purposes. The Phoenix archives had the true answers to all the mysteries of that time as its external agents, working in the shadows, discreetly sought to influence the various governments. The ultimate goal was to achieve, for all the inhabitants of the planet, a coexistence and a well-being equally shared and to guarantee everyone an individual freedom that, however, was prevented from turning into a prevarication for others. At that time it was still utopian, but over the next hundred years, the target, that the Phoenix had set at the beginning, will be fully achieved.

The protagonist at the age of 70 retires with his wife to a ranch in Arizona and his place will be taken by his son, but only his grandchild will see, the results of his work.

In the following years, The Phoenix worked in the shadows to influence governments to practice more supportive policies not subjected to international financial powers. When, within a hundred years, the Earth becomes a single nation populated by wealthy people, without conflicts, racism, economic rivalries, The Phoenix manifests itself to the masses and publicly offers all its technologies making them available to all, for the common well-being. At this point the world government entrusted The Phoenix with scientific research and the exploration of the space. One of the most valiant commanders of spaceships will be, indeed, the grandson of the young wireless officer.

Sucking the blood out of people was all fiction; those were dreadfully terrible times. But we have come many years from whence we came. Sadly, we have a president who did unimaginable things that would even make Alfred Hitch cock blush. Yes, it’s all about him, the president that is, that’s like a cancerous sore that never heals; it keeps him wanting more and more regardless of who he had to kill to get what he wants. Whether they’re king or Queen or gay or straight, it didn’t mean a hill of beans. He was in for the long haul, no one the wiser of his dastardly deeds. His thirst for blood was mind-bending. He didn’t discriminate as to who the victims were; he took them as they came. Once you read the story, I hope you agree that this guy was one badass crazy idiot that the world had ever seen and may never see again, and you may know why I chose the title of the book coined “ZOMBIE.” Basically and succinctly, Zombie is like the new kid on the block that can stretch one’s imagination toward the bizarre and can be a slight bit kinky at times. It can take one’s vision on a helluva ride.

Lastly, yes, there is no biting on the neck or tooth marks. I hope you ENJOY and find the book a page-turner, especially on a thunderous stormy night with the rain pouring down in torrents and ominous lightning streaking across the pitch-black sky.

In across the board, ZOMBIE is about a demented chief executive officer extinguishing Kings and Queens and head of nations, anyone in between that gets in his way, and snatching women, detaining them, controlled by a modern type of horror in a shirt and tie, smooth-talking, willing as far as kill to have his way.

Coyote wants to be human, but when he finds a shaman who has the power to grant him his wish, he doesn’t realize that he’s been tricked. Whenever he falls asleep he reverts to animal, something that isn’t so convenient when you are falling in love with a human woman.

This book will reignite the faith of those who have been discouraged by doctrines of religion, legalistic metaphors such as rules and regulations that opposes Jesus purpose of dying for our sins, and restoring the body of Christ back to God’s original intent, that we are free and made whole in Christ Jesus. It cuts through the chase with confirmable scriptures, research, and theological truth that will restore the mind that has been discouraged by men’s doctrine.

My name is Robyn Wilde, or at least that’s the name the state gave me when I was five years old. I have no idea what my real name was or where I came from; who my parents really were, and why they didn’t want me.

But I can tell you this:

“I’m fifteen and ran away from my foster parents’ house after finding a file hidden away in their room with not only my name on it, but also the name Crystal Rosmus. According to the file, she knows a lot about me. How, I have no idea. But she lives in Craven Falls, Ohio, and I’m on a bus right now to find her.”   

On a dark and stormy night, Sara Nelson turns onto a deserted road, unaware of what is lurking in the darkness. As she enters the town of Craven Falls, she stops at a Bed-and-Breakfast. One-night turns into two.

As the days go by, Sara lets her guard down. But as she begins to feel safe in this small town, strange things start to happen. People are disappearing. Now, Sara is questioning her own state of mind between what is real and what is make-believe. Will she ever feel safe from the past that is hiding behind every corner? Will she ever escape the man who is hunting her? Or will he get to her before she can make it out of Craven Falls alive?

Three girls…

Three dead bodies…

The quiet town of Craven Falls is depleting in population. One by one…

Scarlet Fitzgerald thought it would fun to play a game on Laura Stevenson, a nobody at Craven Falls High School, but what happens when the game unleashes buried secrets Scarlet doesn’t want anyone to know about? Secrets that could get someone killed, including herself.

Three can play a game, but one of them ends up dead…

The purpose of this book is to help the people in the world struggling to be happy. It is here to help people that have a feeling within them that says, “This formula for happiness I am living isn’t working” ; The person tired of living a life that society said will make them happy, a life where we are searching outside of ourselves for happiness. It is for a person who declared yesterday to be the last day of this formula that isn’t working. This book is for every person who wants to define their own life of happiness, a life where happiness is 100 percent under your control; a life where we don’t have to wait for success and material gain to be happy but instead are happy because we understand it attracts success and material gain. In this book you will learn the tools to implement this. Learn tools to assist us physically, mentally and emotionally to be happy. Much success with the teachings in this book and I know they will help you in this quest as they have helped me in mine.

After a boy named Kimbo is kidnapped from the jungles of Africa while on his first hunt with his father, we learn of his journey through a book of recollections he wrote once he became a man, wherein he describes the life he’d led while in America as the slave of many masters. He eventually gains his freedom with the help of a minister who becomes his dearest friend. Let me encourage you to read the reviews on amazon or elsewhere, from those who’ve read it. The following is an excerpt from the award winning book, The Slave’s Diary.

“She stopped rocking and pulled the pipe from her mouth and held it in her wrinkled hand.

“Well, now, how do you s’pose you’re gonna eat it if ’n yer hidin’ in them there woods?”

Leaving the safety of the brush, I walked slowly up to the porch and told her my name.

“Hmmm. Rastus, is it? I like it. It’s a good strong name. I knew a Rastus once. A good man he was, an’ kind to animals too. Well, what are ya standin’ there like a lump fer? Come on up here and set fer a spell an’ tell me about yerself, Rastus.”

“Thank ya, kindly ma’am, don’t mind if I do.”

 “You might jest as well call me Miss Owens. Evrabuddy else does.”

She patted the chair next to her and told me to sit for a while and talk with her.

“So tell me about yerself, young feller.”

I told her my story, and I mean everything. Well, almost everything. I told her about how I was a boy when I came to America from Africa, and then about Jed an’ Miss Kassie, and all about the Masters I had. But I didn’t tell her anything about Lizbeth ’cause it just didn’t seem like a good idea.

She seemed real interested when I talked about the draft horses I used to work with, and laughed when I told her some of the things that happened while I lived with Miss Kassie and Jed. But when I told her that I was a set-free man, she tipped her head and looked at me over top of her spectacles, almost as if to say out loud that I was a liar. I don’t know how she knew it, but I could tell that she knew. But instead of calling me out on it, she started to tell me about herself.

She was married for a long time to a man called Wilbur, but he died almost a year before from something called the pox.

“Tain’t been an easy road, son, but this homestead’s been paid for in bitter coin. If it wasn’t the Injuns, cold weather, or poor crops, there was always some kinda illness tryin’ to git us to move on. My man Wilbur was a fine man, Rastus, an’ I think he’d a liked you. Did I tell you Wilbur was a horse man jest like you? He’d go on an’ on about it, always talkin’ about raisin’ them dang horses and makin’ it big by sellin’ ’em to the rich folks in the Bay Colony. A course he never got around to it other than all the talkin’, but a man has to have his dream now, don’t he, Rastus?”

She stopped talking and looked at me as if waiting for me to speak.

“So tell me, young feller, what’s yer dream about?”

I didn’t know what to say. I wasn’t sure I even had a dream apart from being free, which I already lied and told her I was.

“I don’t reckon I have a dream Miss Owens. Leastwise, nothin’ I kin think of. An’ tha’s okay ’cause I don’t aspect a whole lot outta life other’n what I already got.”

She looked at me kinda serious like and told me that that was just crazy talk. Then she leaned her chair toward me and pointed that corncob pipe my way and shook it at me.

“Now you listen to me, Rastus, ’cause I’m an old woman an’ I know what I’m talkin’ about. If a body don’t want much outta this life, then by golly that’s usually all they’s ever gonna git! Not much! Now you got to reach down deep inside yerself an’ think on what makes ya happy. An’ what it is that makes ya happy that you ain’t got yet, well, that kin be yer dream. Can ya see what I’m sayin’, boy? A body hasta have dreams. It’s what keeps us goin’.”

She put the pipe between her lips again as I lowered my head and thought about what she said for a bit before saying anything. Her words made a lot of sense, and I thought about it hard for a few minutes more before a smile came onto my face.

“Well then, I has a dream, Miss Owens. I think I wants ta go home. Yes, that’s what I wants. I wants ta go back home to Africa someday.”

She pulled the pipe from her mouth and smiled at me.

“Now that’s a good dream to have, Rastus, a real good dream, an’ I hope ya git it one day. An’ soon too.”

She stood up after some effort and asked me if I’d like some of that apple pie. “For it goes to spoil,” she added…”

Recovery from anything is hidden in our life in Christ.This 240 day journey will help you see that we all are recovering our lives by checking it against Christ’s finished work at the cross.

Nick was willing to go to any lengths to be with his High School crush.

Some would say he had an unhealthy obsession with Jeanie, but he had dreamt about this for his whole adult life. He didn’t think it was unhealthy…He only wished it had come sooner.

Some would also say, you should be careful what you wish for.

Ah, the unfortunate Bartley Hannigan. Teacher burnout is just one of his problems. There’s also his disintegrating marriage, the inheritance of a haunted property with its uninvited bibulous guest, a psycho poet with a fatal attraction, the arrival of an Irish banshee hunter with poor personal hygiene, his sudden passion for a stripper, and eventually, the hit man on his trail. But as the gypsy said, this “shit-storm” will lead to either a higher plane of understanding—or sudden death. Either way, Bartley can hear his train a comin’, and he’s ready to jump aboard and ride the winding rails to the last stop, because he’s done with the bullshit! Done!

In Swedish author Miller’s thriller series starter set in and around Stockholm, an aging private investigator and her young team take on a seemingly simple adultery case that proves to be complex, indeed. Nadja Franzén’s ordinarily staid husband, Mikael, has been acting strangely. He’s been staying out late at night, claiming to be working but coming home drunk, and his wife has concluded that he’s having an affair. She hires a private detective agency to investigate, and her case is assigned to investigator Gunvor Ström, a former surgeon in her mid-60s. As she pursues Mikael from bar to bar, it quickly becomes apparent that he’s involved in something altogether more sinister than garden-variety adultery. As a sexagenarian, though, Gunvor struggles to be inconspicuous at the Stockholm nightspots that Mikael frequents, so she recruits two young acquaintances to be her eyes and ears: Elin, a rather plain teenager with low self-esteem, and David, an immature dropout. The trio soon forges a plan to uncover the truth. After some bodyguards viciously attack Mikael, though, Nadja reconsiders the investigation—and things take a very dark turn when a brutal murder is broadcast live to paying customers.

In 1950, the classic American downtown of Norristown, Pennsylvania, centered on the six blocks of Main Street, was the bustling commercial heart of central Montgomery County, and had been for over a century. With depression and war in the past, downtown merchants looked forward to an extended period of prosperity. It was not to be.

By 1975, downtown’s core stood largely shuttered and deteriorating, with 99 storefronts vacant and countless others lost to the wrecking ball, as first shoppers and then the merchants fled Main Street.

What Killed Downtown? Was it…

• The Malls? Commercial wisdom points to the King of Prussia Mall as the prime suspect. But were there accomplices?
• Municipal Government? The Main Street merchants always believed that the Borough Council was the culprit–and with good reason.
• The Downtown Merchants themselves? Did the shopholders blind themselves, then step into the firing line, ignoring the threats of a changing world?
• Or was it something else…something more fundamental?

Historian Michael E. Tolle’s extensive research into the collapse of downtown Norristown reveals not only the answers to these questions, but also recreates the classic American downtown shopping experience, long an American characteristic, but now largely foreign to anyone below middle age. In so doing, Tolle lays bare the fundamental incompatibility between the urban grid and the automobile, as he recounts how a middle-sized American city struggled — and failed — to solve the the issues of traffic flow and parking, issues that are no closer to solution today, regardless of the size of the city.

First came the time-storm, which erased half the population. Then came the Dinosaur Apocalypse …

How did it all begin? That depends on where you were and who you ask. In some places it started with the weather—which quickly became unstable and began behaving in impossible ways. In still others it started with the lights in the sky, which shifted and pulsed and could not be explained. Elsewhere it started with the disappearances: one here, a few there, but increasing in occurrence until fully three quarters of the population had vanished. Either way, there is one thing on which everyone agrees—it didn’t take long for the prehistoric flora and fauna to start showing up (often appearing right where someone was standing, in which case the two were fused, spliced, amalgamated). It didn’t take long for the great Time-displacement called the Flashback—which was brief but had aftershocks, like an earthquake—to change the face of the earth. Nor for the stories, some long and others short, some from before the maelstrom (and resulting societal collapse) and others after, to be recorded.

Collected herein are the stories in which Love mattered.

From Love in the Age of Reptiles:

There were six of them, as I said—all of whom rushed us the instant our feet touched the ground. All of whom snarled and charged us like wolverines as we raised our weapons and fired—the flare gun cracking and hissing, blanching the scarlet haze (for the sun had painted everything red and gold), its projectile punching through one of the raptors’ chests and lighting it up so that its ribs were backlit briefly and I could see, if only for an instant, its burning, beating heart.

Yet still they came, another one leaping at me even as I dropped the gun—which clattered against the planks—as I dropped it and grabbed the thing by its neck—then brought the knife down with my other hand and stabbed it between the eyes.

“Run!” I shouted, even as Amanda shot another—her second—and then bolted toward the shore, drawing the others so that I was able to snatch up the flare gun and quickly reload it; so that I was able to pursue them and to shoot one in the back—while Amanda turned and took out the last of them (shooting it in the head so that the back of its skull exploded like a spaghetti dinner thrown against the wall; so that it collapsed, writhing, about 10 feet in front of her—whereupon she quickly approached it and shot it again, just to be sure).

And then she looked at me (as the dead and dying animals lay all around us) and I looked back: our chests heaving; our faces covered in sweat, our worn clothes bloody and disheveled, and I knew that she knew—which was that today we were the predators, the thing needing to be feared—the killers. And that neither of us needed to worry; not about food or other predators or mysterious lights in the sky or anything. Because we were the masters of our fate, we and no one else, not even God. And we were the master of the world’s fate, too.

At which she ran to me and we collided and I held her fast, there on the long jetty in the Atlantic Ocean (in the Bermuda Triangle), there beneath a day moon and the blood-red sky, in an instant in which it was good, so very good, not to be afraid, not to be alone. And as to what may or may not have happened in those breaths, those pulse points between that moment and the next—the next day, the next search, the next milestone; as to that, I offer only a quote from Gandhi: “Speak only if it improves upon the silence.”

Ellie is strong willed and determined, the two skills that made her what she is, a successful woman factory owner in Atlanta. Even though she has achieved financial independence, she finds herself searching for something more and takes a journey back home to the prairies of Kansas.

The prairie is dangerous after the Civil War with Indians and Quantrill’s men, so she hires two bodyguards. Thomas is a detective for the Pinkerton Detective Agency and exceptionally good at what he does, but Ellie is everything he ever dreamed of.

Will he give up a stellar career to follow Ellie back to Atlanta? He must convince her they could have a beautiful life together. Will she choose love or her business success?

Annette finds herself stranded on the prairie of the Kansas Territory. With her fiancé dead, she knows she will not be able to drive the covered wagon over the mountains until spring. Alone and terrified, there is only one choice… Cole.

Cole knows he can help Annette survive but he doesn’t know if she can fit into the rough life living on a ranch requires. In spite of his doubts, he offers her a bargain in trade for food and shelter.

Can two independent people strike a bargain on the prairie and survive the Kansas winter together?

Barry Richard Donadio is a native of New York who led an honorable career in the Volunteer Ambulance Service, Volunteer Fire Department, the Military, Law Enforcement, and the United States Secret Service. He was assigned to the White House to protect Presidents Bush and Obama. He also served in multiple Middle Eastern war zones during his career. In 2013, he authored the book ” TWA Flight 800 First Responder Witness Account”. This is his account describing his actions during the rescue of TWA Flight 800 on July 17th, 1996. In 2014 he was elected to the Queen Anne’s County Republican Central Committee in Maryland. He successfully completed his 4year term. January 2017, he was appointed the Sergeant at Arms of the Maryland Republican Party by the Honorable Dirk Haire. Donadio successfully completed a 2-year term as Sergeant at Arms of the MDGOP. Donadio continues to serve as the President of Public Security LLC. It is a high-profile private security and investigation firm that provides protection to high-risk clients in Maryland, New York, and dangerous overseas locations. Donadio is expected to publish his the second book “That Day When Hell Froze Over” by August 2019.

July 17th, 2016 UPDATE

Barry Donadio led events commemorating the 20 year anniversary of the downing of TWA Flight 800 on Long Island. The controversial crash occurred on July 17th, 1996. There are still many people with questions as to why the plane crashed. Most people were attending events to remember their loved ones and friends.

Mr. Donadio authored the book “TWA Flight 800 First Responder Witness Account”. The book was released in September 2013 and has been gaining more interest. The book is about his account of the evening the plane went down. He was an Emergency Medical Technician that responded to the scene of the rescue operations.

Donadio stated ” I felt that it was important to remember the victims of the tragedy on the 20th anniversary. I was happy to meet families of some of the victims. We turned the 20th anniversary of a horrible event, into a positive day for all those who attended.”

Mr. Donadio led victims families to the TWA Flight 800 Memorial in Shirley, New York as well as the TWA Flight 800 Memorials in East Moriches New York. With the cooperation of the U.S. Coast Guard Station in Moriches, he led the group to the Coast Guard station. The group was able to access the station while Mr. Donadio explained to the group what happened there on the night of July 17th, 1996.

More can be learned about Barry R Donadio on his LinkedIn and Facebook pages:

July 17th 2021 UPDATE

Barry Donadio was in New York to conduct a book signing in order to commemorate the  25th anniversary of the downing of TWA Flight 800.  Donadio prays for the the victims as well as all those affected by this tragedy.

A variety of poems spanning Author’s life. Written during each emotional time in her life, whether it was during the parts that were Love, Happiness, Romance, or those written in times of sadness, sorrow and tears. Then there are the ones that were written during the part of her life when God simply stepped in and took over to help with the healing.

Alex Harris is a world famous rock star, lead singer of the Internationally acclaimed band The Waterdogs. But Alex is no ordinary rocker, he has a secret that he and his family have painstakingly kept since Alex was ten years old.

This is the story of him, and his life, growing up with his parents and his elder sister Annabel whilst coming to grips with a strange condition.

Follow them as this Journey twists and turns its’ way through tragedies, heartbreak, intrigue and into the clutches of organised crime.

What goes through the mind of a hardened criminal when he is released from prison after thirty-four years?

A mix of emotions ranging from happiness and excitement of being free to confusion and maybe even fear of unwelcome society’s wrath and people not accepting him. He might also feel lost because the world would’ve changed so much by the time he comes out of prison. This could all happen to anyone but not John Sweets Russo. He’s a tough nut to crack, and thirty-four years in prison couldn’t break his spirit. Though he came out of the prison burdened with guilt, he was ready to face the world head-on. He will not let his guilt bend him down and let the world break his spirit. He is not asking for a second chance from anyone. He is making a come-back.

John Sweets Russo was once the left-hand man of William Vallery, the head of the notorious Vallery gang of Toronto and now aspires to be a singer. He is looking for a chance to make the most of his life that is left, considering he is seventy-five now. As he got out of prison and joined a world he didn’t recognize anymore, all he wanted to do was to sing.

‘The Incredible Mr Sweets’ is the coming-of-age story that chronicles an ex-con’s journey to becoming a singing star. ‘The Incredible Mr Sweets’ also highlights the identity crisis faced by immigrant’s children born in Canada.