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Bob Kellerman was a washed-up shell of a once-proud man. He was about to end it all, when he heard her scream. Sometimes, life gives you a second chance. And if it does, you better make it count. Drugs, killers, a mysterious Latin lovely girl, and a street guy. All tumbled together into a Key West cocktail of murder and adventure. Kellerman is a rummy. But a skilled operator, nonetheless.

Canada. The land of Canadian Club and round bacon. And bars. Lots of bars. Ryan and I went on an "International Road Trip" there once. If I knew then what I know now, things would have gone different. But you can’t go back, only in your memories. Bar fights, they can come back to haunt you. Russian Mob bar fights will kill you. Trust me on that. Club 9 turned into more than a simple bar fight. And the only thing that saved us was the cops showing up. We escaped in the mass exodus, but most of the Russian Mob didn't.

I'm 67 and have worked hard all my life. But I still ended up losing my job. That's life. What you do after it all falls apart, well, that makes the real story. Cuba, lost Confederate gold, roadhouses, boat shows, Louisiana chain-gang blues, and I'm just getting started. For these are just a few of the embellished adventures in paradise you are about to enjoy. Tropical misadventures Key West-style. What are you waiting for? Get down here. Now. We’ll save a place at the Tree Bar for you.

Treasure, tons of shiny gold and silver, and precious jewels. Greed, ravenous, and depraved. Deceit, dishonesty, and treachery. And of course, a beautiful woman. Cuba, Key West, and Mexico. There were a million places that treasure could be hidden. We're only here for a brief time. We want our time to last forever but know that’s just not going to happen. So, work for whatever treasure you seek. Dance while you still can. Excuses come later...You don’t like where you are, move. A lot of people start over in key west. I know because I'm one of them.

On April 30, 1945, Adolf Hitler killed himself. War was finally coming to an end. Germany was overrun with Allied and Red Army troops advancing on Berlin. Hitler’s last order, “Scorch and burn the earth. Let no man surrender.” Most regular German soldiers ignored the madness. But not the insanely demonic SS. Oh no, those death head bastards wanted to fight on to the last corpse. Nazis fanatics were holding French prisoners at Castle Kellenberg high on a hilltop near the small Austrian village of Waldbeerenberg.

I'm Bill Michaels. I'm 59-years old and have worked hard all my life. But I still ended up losing my job. That's life. What you do after it all falls apart, well, that makes the real story. I came down to the Keys for a long weekend and decided to stay forever. Or until my luck and money runs out. Like I said, I lost my job up north, but was it much of a loss?

Growing up wild and carefree in the 60s, every year was a great time in our lives. But before we saw the reality of everything and start to worry, life was pure laughter. We were so much freer back then. Best time in those years: sixth to eighth grade. The summers of those years to be exact. Best friends you would ever have. Last time you would be totally care free and truly happy. Last time you would act and not think. You would make memories of the littlest things, and those memories would stick with you forever. But only if you were lucky, and boy were we lucky.

Death comes in many forms. He comes one day for us all. But hopefully, not with a gun. Live by the sword, you die with a knife in your back. If you have a crew - a good crew - you can postpone the reaper. But if the Hobo Killers come after you, well then, you and your crew are all going to hell. Those monsters have a flawless record. Number one on the hit parade. But when they came after the gentle don, well, that’s where we met them.

Believe what ye will but these stories all be true. There be pirates still a-sailing the Caribbean. This I swear. Some of them be marooned along the islands for violation of ship's articles or offending the pirate crew. The victim is left on a deserted island with few supplies. That way, no one could say that the unlucky pirate had actually been killed by his former brethren. Others are floating upon graceful ocean waves of aqua, out there sailing in search of golden plunder and ruby blood.

Bank robbers. Kidnapping. Big game poachers. Bar fights. And if that wasn’t enough, there’s a serial killer on the loose. It may be 2018 but this is still the wild, wild west. And out here the six gun rules the day. Bad men still do terrible things to good people. Evil is strong and damn cruel. A lawman is all that stands between the innocent and certain death. The question is, who among us is truly innocent?

This is the story of a humble man who holds the hoards of hell from crossing the bridge to earth. He is no hero, just a flawed man who makes one last stand for redemption.

The Beast Hunter a horror thriller full of tales of those who hold back the darkness. Blood flows, rich and thick. Evil things, thirst for that crimson nectar. Malevolent things leave the shadow world in search of its golden taste. Mortal man is ill prepared to defend himself from the demon’s insatiable hunger. It is that very hunger that the Beast Hunters protect us from. It is in those times that the Beast Hunters stab back.

Bar fights. They can come back to haunt you. A simple altercation - OK, one that did get out of hand a few years ago at Niagara Falls started this whole fiasco. How were we supposed to know those clowns were the Ukrainian mob? Well, they knew it was us and haunted us over the years. Now its become bombs and death threats and time to finish this vendetta. They blew up my boat. Tried to kill me. Blew up Ryan’s house and tried to kill him, too. They threatened our friends - all our friends.

Located only 90 miles from America, Cuba is a tropical paradaise, the last forbidden zone, and the land of lost casinos. But nothing stays lost forever. Political changes and the death of Fidel signaled a lift in restrictions. It was a brave new world where the gates were slowly opening once again. And two middle level mobsters wanted it. They wanted it all.

On December 16, 1944, the mad man, Adolf Hitler, launched a massive counterattack against Allied forces who were freezing their butts off in the Ardennes Forests of Belgium. We were caught totally off guard when more than a quarter million crack German troops and hundreds of high quality tanks descended upon our positions.

When an old flame from high school suddenly showed up in Key West, she arrived with a problem. A big problem. Bikers, drug dealers, and bad ass motorcycle gangs spelled out trouble in boldly printed capital letters. But when we discovered the depth of Ellen’s dilemma, what else could we do? We saddled up and took a hard ride out on the thunder strip.

Savage Shoshone, Crow, Blackfoot and Sioux warriors brutally clash with encroaching cowboys and buffalo hunters. All of them intent upon claiming this vast wilderness as their own. See the fledgling town of Big Sky Montana grow before your very eyes. Dance hall girls, card swindlers, and humble townsfolk face the constant danger of shootouts and bank robberies with stoic resolve. For you see, on the frontier, death is always your next door neighbor.

Key West Redemption is a fictional account of some truly crazy adventures here in paradise that have gone just a touch wild for this cast of bizarre characters. Car chases, square groupers, Key West bars, grand theft auto, boat shows, wise guys, zombies, Cuba, bad guys, pirates, bikers, bar fights, boat,s and sport fishing are just a few of the tales inside this audiobook. Oh yeah, and a touch of drinking. If you've ever been to Key West, then you will love this audiobook. If you don't know what Key West is, you're going to find out....

Scattered and trapped across an exploding chessboard, individual groups of desperate men wandered. Men who were simply attempting to survive in a world of carnage that had gone totally insane. Men like us. Small units that were severely depleted of men and equipment. Manhood stranded in the wasteland who retreated to the defenses of anything they could find to buy themselves another hour. Even an insignificant farmhouse could be the difference between life and death.

The warming sun’s reflection danced on the bushes mirrored in the pool water. Most never notice it. Fewer still ever appreciate it. Me, I love to watch it. And then I saw her.