Jack Canon's American Destiny by Greg Sandora

“‘Jack Canon’s American Destiny’ is one of those intense political thrillers that simply deserve to be made into a movie for full, complete enjoyment. this reader captured the essence of the Story of Jack Canon. JACK CANON’S AMERICAN DESTINY – TO SOMEDAY HAVE THE POWER, TO DEDICATE THE HIGHEST OFFICE IN THE LAND–TO MAKE THINGS RIGHT. You’ll be shocked at the heart-wrenching cost. You’ll become emotionally committed as you find yourself standing behind your new courageous – unstoppable heroes – forced to take unimaginable steps to reach their goal. You’ll laugh out loud and have your heart ripped in two all while holding your breath, sitting on the edge of your chair.

Join Jack Canon and his insanely loyal team of friends and family as they make their all-or-nothing run for the presidency. Take a Journey for the Greater Good in this intensely gripping, loving thriller. She cocked her head to the side and, wide-eyed, looked at my face, “Who would just give you that?” Somebody Bud’s been working with, they just dropped it off.” Sometimes you’re a little wild Jack, really! When did you even decide to buy that car? Usually you have me check around…” She grabbed a tissue out of her purse and dabbed them dry. “I just didn’t want them to blame me for making you late.” Sandy’s eyes were a little watery. I just wanted to take you for a ride and have some fun. “Don’t worry, I sent everyone a text before we left to hold off for 20 minutes. I grabbed her by the shoulders and looked down deep into her eyes. “Jack, we’ve only made it to the elevator,” she said slightly exaggerated, out of breath. I pushed the button and showed her my watch, “See we made it.” Sandy was trying her best to keep up, one hand on my shoulder the other on my arm for balance. This skirt is too tight for me to climb stairs.” I was laughing, exhilarated as we hurried towards the exit. You’re impossible! Really, Jack, you try sitting in the death seat with someone driving like that! I nearly put my foot through the floor trying to stop the car myself.” Sandy threatened with a look like she’d never get in my car again. I feel like I just lifted off in the space shuttle. “Jack! Driving with you feels like sitting in a rocket sled perched on a banana peel.

“Off!” One final command and the powerful machine instantly fell into motionless repose.

On the way up, I told Sandy, “It sounds worse than it is!” Tires screeching, rear end fishtailing, burning rubber all the way to the third level. The cockpit was relatively quiet, even with all the commotion we created. Sandy said, “Pleeease, Jack, can we just take it easy now?” I stopped briefly, thanked the attendant and grabbed a ticket. When we got back to our starting point, we turned into the garage. “The last run was our best, Sandy, sixty-eight!” I told her, proud of myself.

Jack Canon's American Destiny by Greg Sandora