Guest Blog with Lynn Hallbrooks, co-author of Call Sign: Wrecking Crew (Storm Warning)

Hi, I’m Lynn Hallbrooks and I’m happy to be here on Violet’s blog. I am co-author with David McKoy. Together we wrote Call Sign: Wrecking Crew (Storm Warning). It is an Action/Adventure/Political Intrigue novel where all the main characters are former military Special Operations that work together in a CIA Special Operations Team. While the original target audience is military minded folks, I hope that it will also appeal to those who like Political Intrigue and patriotism. Our ultimate hope is to enlighten and entertain our readers.

Our book took over a year to put together and edited by us. Then we presented it to River Road Press for their professional input on editing and to have our book layout done. The reason we went with them was because of my connection with another fellow author, Ed Beesley, who wrote, ‘Lucky Enough’ published by Red Engine Press which later became River Road Press. We learned a lot from them. It wasn’t until after we went live on that I became involved with the Amazon Kindle boards then eventually to the Amazon Discussion boards, in particular the Meet the Authors forum. It was there that I met Violet and many other helpful people.

We all share a common goal and eventually a special bond of friendship. This bond has helped all of us be able to share information with one another in order to make our books or presentations even better than they were. As we began to welcome new people, we helped them where and when we could.

Because of this series of events, several new websites and Facebook fan pages have spun off. The latest website is Independent Authors and Writers ( I was tagged as the person to pick the book of the day. Initially I posted them on the companion Facebook fan page ( after we had a connection to twitter. One of my picks was Leaves of the Fall by Violet Yates. ( Now I post my pick of the day under the column heading: Lynn’s Literary Listing where I can illuminate page links of any variety…Book or Author of the day. After I get done with my column, I post it on the Facebook fan page where hopefully it will virtually spread.


Call Sign: Wrecking Crew (Storm Warning)

CIA Special Ops Team, Call Sign: Wrecking Crew is sent overseas on a Top Secret mission. Once the mission is completed, they rapidly realize they are merely Pawns in an International Chess Game that turns into a Political Firestorm. As a result, they are disavowed. Accompanied by Firefights, Fate, and Faith, they finally find a way home. After arriving, they discover governmental abuses of the Constitution. Will they survive long enough to thwart these enemies of the State?

Genre: Fiction – Action/Adventure/Political Intrigue
Mature Audience rating is recommended
MS Word count: 193,763

If anyone is interested in purchasing our book, Call Sign: Wrecking Crew (Storm Warning) it is available on Amazon Kindle, U.S.,(

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We hope everyone has a great one!

Lynn Hallbrooks

Along with David McKoy

Co-owners of Call Sign Wrecking Crew, LLC

Co-authors of Call Sign: Wrecking Crew (Storm Warning)

David McKoy is a graduate of the School of Hard Knocks, Magnum Cum Laude.

David encouraged his co-author Lynn Hallbrooks to follow her dream of becoming an author. It is interesting to note that David developed the storyline from his own ruminations. The scary part is that some of his futuristic predictions were coming true before the book even went to the publisher.

David attributes his inspirations to a combination of Glenn Beck and Richard Marcinko. He even decided to not read any new books for fear of being further influenced by them and not developing his own style. David believes whole-heartedly in the Founding Fathers and the freedoms they gave us.

David has over 30 years in the security field starting in the U.S. Navy and continuing into his civilian life. As such, he prefers to stay out of the limelight. David is also a member of an American Legion Post as well as the NRA.

Lynn Hallbrooks is a graduate of the School of Hard Knocks.

After 30 years of being in the Health Information field, Lynn decided to change careers. Lynn and her co-author David McKoy set out on a journey to write a book. Both being of military backgrounds, Lynn in the Air Force and David in the Navy, they decided something military based would be the best place to start. David developed the storyline while Lynn had the computer talents and connections.

Lynn met Connie Kay soon after 9-11. Connie’s husband, Eddie, wrote a book called Lucky Enough a few years later. Watching Eddie and Connie progress through their literary journey, and seeing that book-writing was an obtainable goal, Lynn decided to try their publisher.

River Road Press (Pat McGrath Avery and Joyce Faulkner) took them through their paces and now they’ve been on Amazon Kindle since January 2011. Call Sign: Wrecking Crew (Storm Warning), is a blending of their writing styles. It could even be considered a mixed genre between Political Intrigue and Action/Adventure.

For security reasons, David McKoy prefers to stay out of the limelight. But he has no problem allowing Lynn to take the lead on matters of public relations.


Leaves of the Fall prologue


The Past

Rose first met Ethan during her sophomore year in Hudson high school. As she was walking to French class, an obnoxious, overtly tall guy veered too close to her, causing her to drop her books all over the floor. The jerk turned his rounded eyes on Rose, shrugged, and then proceeded to pass as if nothing out of the ordinary occurred. Rose scrambled to gather her belongings; she knew this would make her late to her first class.

As if on a rescue mission, a golden-haired, sunny faced young man approached her and stooped to help.

Rose looked down on the boy and felt a strange jerk in her stomach. He’s beautiful, she thought as she sucked in a huge breath, surprised at this thought. He gazed up at her with alluring brown eyes. He looked strong, like he worked out, but not body-builder muscular. Some softness, just right to round off the edges.

“Some people are so lame,” he said as he stacked her books in a neat pile, handing her the books before rising to stand next to her. He was tall and cute in a model sort of way.

Rose wanted to say something, but she was tongue-tied. Gathering courage, she murmured her thanks and offered him a hesitant smile. Rose wasn’t normally shy like this.

“I’m Ethan Hathaway. I just moved here from Coxsackie,” Ethan said, breaking into a dazzling grin. He looked down at her books and noticed she had a text on creative writing in the pile.

“Rose Boyne.”

“Hey, you write fiction?”

“Yes, I do,” Rose replied, frowning. She was still trying to get her brain to work.

“I write poetry. A lot, actually. Hey, maybe we could get together sometime, write together or something.”

From that point on, she and Ethan had become good friends. Soon, they were sharing lunch together and hanging out after school. Then they met Trevor Dunn, Rose’s future husband, an outgoing, light brownish blonde, stocky athletic type who chased after Rose like she was the last girl on earth. She found herself having to choose between the two, and Trevor’s magnetic charisma won her over. Ethan took it in stride, glad that they could all still be friends. The trio soon became inseparable; they never did anything without each other. If they had plans, and one of them couldn’t go, no one would. It was never discussed; rather, it was just an unspoken agreement between them.

Now, a decade later, they had all grown up; Rose had married Trevor, and Ethan had married a girl who’d come into the picture during their senior year in high school: the fiery-tempered, red-head Sherri Tate, a girl who was either one’s best friend or one’s worst enemy- there was no middle ground.

Three years had gone by since Rose had spoken with Ethan, even though she occasionally ran into him in town. Three years did a lot to a person, changed them in ways not easily defined. Rose and Trevor’s marriage was failing. Whenever she thought of peace, her thoughts turned to Ethan. So when Rose heard of the accident last month, events began to snowball. After that time, Rose’s life as it had been would cease to exist.

During the first nasty storm of the fall, the buzz was that Ethan had crashed his truck and wrapped it around a tree. That was the story Rose was able to piece together, anyway. Rumors of his death began to circulate two days later, starting with Missy Stotski, who had called to tell her the bad news.

The phone thrilled in the background, its shriek a violent assault on Rose’s ears. Rose had been washing dishes, and resented the intrusion.  She ran to pick it up.

“Rose, sit down. You’re not gonna believe this.”

Missy and Rose had known each other for years and become fast friends. They both worked at Point of View, a small fiction publishing company in Albany, New York. Their calls seemed to always start like this, with one of them dishing out juicy tidbits of gossip to the other. Only this time, Missy’s tone was one of sadness.

“What’s up, Missy?”

“Ethan Hathaway is dead, Rose.”

Trying to keep her voice steady, even though her belly was performing a series of gymnastic moves at that very moment, Rose bade Missy to continue.

“There was a bad accident the other night.”

Rose sat down on her couch with a thud. Dead? Ethan? NO. Darkness began to descend on her.

“Is this a joke? Cuz it’s not funny.”

“I’m not kidding. Rick just called from work and told me. Everyone’s talking about it. Isn’t it awful?” Missy whispered.

“Good Lord.” Rose fought the tears, although a few escaped. How could this be? She just saw him the other day, in the supermarket. He had been fine. Living, breathing, and alive. Broken, she told Missy she had to go. She fought off a wave of nausea.

“You okay? Do you want me to come over?” Missy asked, but Rose’s mind was elsewhere.

“What?” Rose shook her head to clear the cobwebs out. “Yeah, that’d be great.”

Rose pulled herself back from the slump she’d fallen into, thanked Missy and hung up the phone. Ethan couldn’t be dead. There was so much she had never told him.

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