You hold in your hands a novel (the start of a series) with an odd genesis.
From the beginning of January, 2004, until early March, I turned out three novels and a couple of novelettes in a burst of creativity that was, for me, unprecedented. And then…it all stopped.
There were various reasons for this, but one of them was that I had an Idea for a story that wouldn’t let me go. And I also didn’t want to write it. Why? Because I knew that the Idea was very non-PC and very non-PG-13, which, by and large, my stories to date had been.
The problem was that the Idea had me locked up. All I could do was run the scenario, over and over again, getting it more detailed as time went by.
This continued until August when I finally decided that the only way to kill the beast that had me trapped was to write it. I started the book shortly before Labor Day and, in five days, completed 64,000 words.
I had never intended to publish the story. I, frankly, thought it was over the top to the extreme. But I communicate extensively online and some of my friends and readers wanted to read it. So I showed them a portion of it.
The response was, by and large, very VERY enthusiastic. There were a few detractors on precisely the points that I feared. Science fiction readers, by and large, do not accept the degree of, not to put to fine a point upon it, sex that general fiction readers consider germane. And the book had a lot of sex. Lots. Oodles.
However, the response, other than those who did not care for the sex, was strong. Strong enough that I knew that the book had potential.
I initially started to “shop” it, and got strong response, but my regular publisher, Jim Baen, heard about it and insisted that I show it to him. Then, after he got done reading it, twice, he said: “I’ve got to have this, Johnny!”
You now are holding the referred to novel. It is not PC. It is not PG-13. It is not understated. It is a raw, bawdy, kinky, violent, over-the-top story of an ex-SEAL who is approaching life, love and the pursuit of bad-guys with no-holds-barred. James Bond without the bedroom door closing. Dirk Pitt meets Harold Robbins. Jean Auel writes a Mack Bolan book. With details. Kinky, kinky details.
Since I had not previously been known for this sort of writing, I felt it germane to emplace a warning. Herewith: Abandon All Hope, Ye Who Enter Here. Ghost has no brakes and no limits. The sex is as explosive as the nukes. You’ve been warned.