About Gaylon:
Working with traveling carnivals
and itinerant farm labor gangs during his teen and early adult years took
Gaylon Greer up, down, and across the U.S. and introduced him to a plethora of
colorful individuals who serve as models for his fictional characters. After
several years as an Air Force officer and then a university professor with a
Ph.D. in economics, Greer developed an interest in writing fiction and attended
workshops at the University of Iowa, the University of Nebraska, and Bryn-Mawr
College. He also studied with the U.C. Davis Extension program and the
Algonquian Writers Group. His most recent novel, THE DESCENT FROM TRUTH is
available at www.Amazon.com and other
e-book retailers. Please visit Greer at www.GaylonGreer.com
A randomly chosen commenter will receive an autographed hardcover version of the
author's previous book, The Price of Sanctuary.
BLURB:
Alex Bryson is patrolling
Rocky Mountain backcountry in his job as a security guard when he discovers a
woman with a baby wandering alone in the snow far from the nearest road. He
takes them to shelter in a weekender cabin and sees a
newscast that suggests the woman, Pia Ulmer, kidnapped the baby from its rightful
parents and that it is the sole heir of Peru’s wealthiest and most corrupt
family. Pia claims that she is the baby’s mother, and Alex doesn't know what to
believe. After turning her in, he continues to struggle with his budding
feelings for her and remains unsure of the true story. He becomes more and more
involved until finally there is no turning back—lives are on the line. He helps
Pia get free from a brutal world that values money over life, and together they
devise a plan to reclaim the baby. Just when it looks like they might succeed,
they discover an international conspiracy that changes the game entirely.
EXCERPT:
“Please,” she said,
her voice as rough as sandpaper and barely above a whisper. “Please, do not
give my baby to those people.”
“Are we back to
that? First you're his mother, then you're his nanny. Now you're his mother
again?”
“They took him
from me. Look at him, Alex. Both Mr. Koenig and his wife are blondes.”
“Koenig’s an old
man. His hair's white.”
“Study
Frederick's face. Do you not see me in his eyes? His chin and his mouth?”
The similarities
were uncanny, he'd grant her that. Good enough to get away with claiming to be
the kid's mother if Alex hadn't learned the truth. The way she had attacked
him, trying to kill him with that skillet, she clearly didn’t want to go back
to civilization and prove who she was. He turned away, tossed Frederick in a
maneuver that brought a cry of delight, and stuffed the boy's blanket-clad feet
through the leg holes in the backpack. With his parka snapped around both of
them and the diaper bag tied to his waist, he gripped his rifle in one hand,
his snowshoes in the other, and headed for the porch. At the door, he turned
for a final glance at Pia.
She had set her
mouth in a stubborn line. The eye that had been plastered shut was closed. She
stared at him with the other. When she saw him looking at her, she spoke again.
“Watch over him, Alex. Someone wants to harm him. Don’t let them.”
A new tack,
another lie. He stepped onto the porch and strapped on his snowshoes. That
should have been the last he saw of her, but the specter of her ravaged face
and defiant expression stayed with him as he trudged across the sunlit expanse
of glistening snow that sloped gradually toward the Warrior River Gorge.
