In the Line of Ire
Jack Bass Black Cloud Chronicles #1
Jack finds himself the target of a blazing hatred
His commanding officer blames Jack for his own failings. Jack becomes a scapegoat of his malicious jealousy and hatred, and he is intent on making Jack pay – with his life!
>>>In the cross-hairs of an egotistical man without remorse
Fighting for their lives, Jack and his new love – Major Lori Darden, RN – learn just how dangerous it can be to raise the ire of a psychopathic boss. Jack must fight back to prevent his world from turning to ash right before his very eyes.
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Jack Bass Black Cloud Chronicles #2
Is He The Killer They Say He Is?
Even Jack isn’t certain.
Jack is left emotionally traumatized from his deployment in Iraq with severe PTSD and the Army forces him to retire. Jack’s PTSD flashbacks sometimes leave him unaware of his actions while under the influence of his unwelcome mental demon.
>>>Retirement isn’t Always What You Plan
As the new Chairman of Anesthesia at Southern Medical Center, Jack thought he’d retired into the tame civilian job he’d dreamed of, but a series of bizarre murders and deaths occur under his watch.
Can Jack put this puzzle together on time? Will he survive?
Amazon US : https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0099DNSYE
Jack Bass Black Cloud Chronicles #3
”Once more, Dr. Dasso has knocked this book into a home run…”
After narrowly escaping murder at the Southern Medical Center, Jack Bass, MD, and his new love, Janice, move to a new city to start their life together. Jack steers his career away from the hospital, taking a promising position at a small healthcare company that provides support and assistance to people with serious medical issues. However, he soon discovers things at the company are not as they should be – something sinister is occurring.
>>>A medical suspense thriller that will keep you breathless
Jack uncovers the deadly plan for profit lurking underneath the company’s innocent facade. Once again, Jack must uncover a ruthless web of plotters and connections in order to save the lives of innocent victims, including Janice and himself! Will he be able to neutralize the threat before it’s too late?
Amazon US : https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00CXADK20
You’ll Be Safe
Jack Bass Black Cloud Chronicles #4
“This is by FAR one of the best medical mystery books I have read.”
After the murder of his wife and unborn child, Jack Bass longs for death. In fact, he welcomes it. That is, until Amanda, his lovechild with Major Lori Darden, unexpectedly enters his life. Jack tries to shroud his new life with his daughter in privacy, determined that the events of his past should not threaten his daughter. But no matter how hard he tries, Jack cannot avoid trouble. It relentlessly pursues him.
˃˃˃ Homeless Veterans Are Disappearing From The Streets
After being kidnapped and delivered to an isolated encampment, veterans are given a medication that makes even the most out-of-control psychotic captives turn into walking, order-taking, defenseless shells. They are used as slave labor, exploited then killed whenever the mood strikes their captors. Despite his best efforts to remain isolated from the world, Jack is faced with a choice between protecting himself and his daughter or helping to save these veterans who are being victimized for profit.
˃˃˃ There Will Only Be One Man Left Standing after This Battle
Jack is again unwittingly thrust into a world of conspiracy and murder as he follows yet another trail of bodies. This time, Jack may have bit off more than he can chew. Will his new-found daughter become an orphan?
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Do I Know You?
Jack Bass Black Cloud Chronicles #5
Jack Bass, MD: Lee Child’s Jack Reacher meets Marcus Welby
Sound confusing? Wait till you see inside Jack’s head!
Jack was shot while rescuing homeless veterans from from an isolated slave camp. He was left clinically dead but was revived by a team of trauma surgeons. When he awakens he has significant, but spotty, amnesia. His friends and family take him abroad in an effort to help him recover but, true to form, Jack unwittingly stumbles into the middle of, and thwarts, a terrorist bombing plot. The terrorists are hell-bent on revenge! Jack fights to survive and protect his family, all while he struggles to even remember who he is.
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Jack Bass Black Cloud Chronicles #6
Big pharma is buying all the politicians in D.C.
They can then legally unleash their new, but deadly, super-narcotic on the American public. When Hank Green has a bad reaction to a drug during a study, Jack Bass, MD gets involved. He soon discovers that many Veterans are being conned into enrolling in the same drug study…and many are dying as a result. Will Jack survive looking under the rocks of the political landscape as he attempts to stop this scourge? Move over Jack Reacher, and make room for Jack Bass, MD.
Amazon US : https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B07GRD2HXY
Jack Bass Black Cloud Chronicles #7
From USA Today and Amazon International Bestselling Author Edwin Dasso comes the Seventh book in the Jack Bass Black Cloud Chronicles. Jack Bass, MD, discovers that new medical technology can work wonders…if it doesn’t kill you first. Jack is working feverishly with two of his favorite past students to figure out what is behind the chaos of medical technology gone crazy. Is it a bigger issue than anything they could have imagined?
Amazon US : https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B07XTM4167
In the Line of Ire
2200, 23 December, 1989
Forward Medical Facility outside of Panama City, Panama
Two soldiers kicked open the entrance doors to the triage area of the field hospital and hurriedly carried one of their comrades inside on a stretcher. The prone man moaned loudly and writhed, obviously in great pain.
“Hold still, man! You keep moving around an’ you’re gonna set that damn thing off!” one of the stretcher bearers hissed.
Jack’s eyes shot wide as he noticed the fins of a rocket round protruding from the arm opening in the man’s body armor, a large bulge obvious beneath the chest portion. The two stretcher bearers dropped their burden on an empty gurney and scrambled to the far side of the room.
“What the hell?” Jack exclaimed, inching to the side of the soldier on the stretcher and grasping the man’s wrist to feel his pulse. The heartbeat was rapid but not thready, and Jack saw no evidence of active, significant hemorrhage. His cursory assessment told him the soldier was stable and he backed quickly away, eyes glued on the tail of the mortar round. He spun and looked at the former stretcher bearers where they crouched on the far side of the room.
“Is that a live round?” Jack called to them, pointing his thumb over his shoulder at the soldier on the stretcher.
Both men nodded like bobble-heads, staring at Jack with saucer-sized eyes.
“It ricocheted off a tank and nailed him,” one of them whispered through cupped hands, as if afraid he’d set off the explosive if he talked any louder. “It could explode any second.”
“Holy shit, guys! Why didn’t you talk to me before you brought him in here? That round could take out this whole room!”
“Where the hell else we gonna take him, Doc? This is the field hospital,” the apparent spokesperson for the pair whined.
Jack rolled his eyes, spun away from them and shouted, “Everybody out of the room! Right now! Move stable patients to another tent; move the unstable ones back into the hallway between the ORs.”
Jack looked around the room as his medical colleagues all stood and stared at him with puzzled looks. He pointed at the soldier with the unexploded RPG round in his chest.
“That guy has a rocket round in his chest that could blow any second!”
All those who were staring at Jack turned in unison to look at the injured soldier then they looked back at Jack.
“Now, goddammit, people! Let’s get these patients out of here!” Major Lori Darden, the head OR nurse, with whom Jack had worked during past assignments, yelled like a drill instructor.
Jack shot her a quick, thankful nod and smile. The staff started scurrying about, grabbing wounded patients, pushing them on gurneys, in wheelchairs or just helping them hobble out of the large triage area. Though they were all swarming toward the doors, they did so in a relatively coordinated fashion.
While everyone else hurried to exit the room, Jack turned back to the two soldiers who had carried in their explosive comrade and stated firmly, “One of you guys help me lower his stretcher to the floor. While we’re doing that, I want the other to go out and find as many sandbags as you can, and bring them back here to put around his stretcher.”
The two young infantrymen looked at each other and then hesitantly at Jack.
“C’mon, you dumbasses, hop to, before that round blows and shreds us all!” Jack shouted.
Jack watched impatiently as the two did a quick, “rock, paper, scissors” thing, and the loser shook his head and yelled, “Shit!”
“Jesus Christ, you guys gotta be shitting me! Get the hell over here, now!” Jack bellowed in his best command voice.
One of the soldiers stepped forward and helped Jack gingerly lower the stretcher to the floor.
“Now go help your buddy find some sandbags and pile them around this guy,” Jack told the man who’d just assisted him.
“Aw, c’mon, Doc, I already helped you move him…”
Jack finally lost his patience. At six-foot-two-inches tall and weighing two-hundred pounds, he rarely felt the need to throw his weight around, but he knew he could present an intimidating figure when he needed to, and now was one of those times. He straightened, towering over the other man, and shouted, “Shut the fuck up and do what I say, or I’ll make sure your squad sergeant knows what a chickenshit you are! I’ll help you as soon as I make a quick call.”
Jack ran to a desk, picked up the field phone, and asked hurriedly to be connected with the Chief Surgeon, Colonel Robert Blackburn. Jack had only met Dr. Blackburn briefly when the surgeon had done a quick tour of the facility soon after his arrival at the field hospital. Jack hadn’t seen him in the several days since then, though, since the surgical cases were all being handled by the two junior surgeons on staff.
“Colonel Blackburn’s quarters.” A woman’s voice came over the line.
“Uh…this is Dr. Jack Bass,” he said, a bit taken back by the unexpected female voice. “I’m the triage OD for the field hospital, and I was calling for Dr. Blackburn regarding a case that needs his personal attention. All the other surgeons are in the middle of cases.”
She responded in a cool tone. “I’m sorry, but he’s…indisposed right now. Can’t one of the junior surgeons handle it? They are real surgeons, aren’t they?”
Jack held the receiver out and looked at it incredulously. “What? Of course they are, but as I said, they’re both doing cases as we speak—”
“Then the case you’re calling about will just have to wait, won’t it?” she asked in a brusque tone.
Jack bit back the swear words that were on the tip of his tongue.
“Do you mind if I ask who I’m speaking with?” he asked tersely.
“I do mind, but I’ll tell you anyway…was it Dr. Bass, you said?”
“And your rank, Dr. Bass?”
“Seriously? You need to know that now? Shit! I’m a Major, okay? For whatever difference that makes!”
“Well, Major Bass, this is Lieutenant Colonel Thornhall, and I’ve been a nurse in this army for over twenty-five years and am your superior officer, so you will address me accordingly! For the last ten of those years, I’ve been the traveling chief-of-staff for Dr. Blackburn, so if I say he’s unavailable, that means he’s unavailable.”
Jack glanced fleetingly over his shoulder as the two privates quickly deposited some bags near the foot of the stretcher before turning to leave the room again. Jack covered the phone receiver and yelled after them. “Hey, you guys aren’t done yet! I want a row of sandbags at least two feet high completely surrounding him.”
Their shoulders sagged as they made their way back out the doors of the triage room. Jack took his hand away from the phone’s mouthpiece.
“Look, Lt. Colonel Thornhall, sir…ma’am, whatever the correct term is, I’ve got a guy in the triage area with an unexploded RPG rocket in his chest, and I need a surgeon here, stat! I don’t have time to wait until one of the other surgeons is done because this thing could blow up any time! As the Triage OD, I’m formally requesting Colonel Blackburn’s presence urgently! If he is truly so indisposed that he can’t come over here right now, please let me know now, so I can go up the chain of command to try to get another surgeon here ASAP!” Jack tried to keep his voice calm but could hear the edge in his tone.
“You’d better be careful how you speak to a superior officer…”
“I don’t give a rat’s ass right now about military protocol! Can’t you get it through your head? This guy could blow up any second…and probably take out the whole goddam OR suite if he does!”
Jack suddenly heard a man’s gruff voice in the background. “Give me that goddam phone, Maggie!”
“This is Colonel Blackburn. Who the hell am I speaking with?” The man’s voice boomed so loudly from the receiver that Jack had to hold it away from his ear.
“Major Jack Bass, sir. I’m the lead anesthesiologist at the field hospital and the triage OD. We met briefly the other day—”
“I remember you. I’m not sshhenile, you jackass. Why the hell are you calling me?”
Jack glanced at the phone again and frowned. Did they have a bad connection or was the surgeon really slurring his speech that badly?
“I have a soldier here with an unexploded RPG round lodged in his chest. Both of the other surgeons are in the middle of cases…”
“What kind of cases?” the surgeon demanded.
“Uh…gunshot wounds, sir. One with multiple abdominal penetrations, the other with head and neck wounds.”
“Schhhit!” the surgeon exclaimed. “And they aren’t going to finish up anytime sshoon, Major?”
“Both likely have a couple of hours of operating time yet, sir.”
Jack suddenly noticed the presence of Lori Darden at his side; she had donned an armored vest and was also wearing a Kevlar helmet that was too large for her head. She shrugged and raised her hands, as if to question Jack about what was going on. Jack held up an index finger, indicating for her to wait, but then quickly regretted his action as her ivory complexion turned red and her eyes narrowed to slits. Jack cringed. Geez, I’m managing to piss off every nurse in the army tonight!
“Is he stable?”
“Yes, sir…currently, anyway.”
“Then why can’t you jushht put him outshhide somewhere away from everybody else and wait for one of the other surgeons?”
“Sir? Seriously? You’re suggesting I just set him aside and come what may? Really?”
Lori suddenly snatched the phone from Jack’s grasp.
“Sir, this is Major Lori Darden, the head nurse of this surgical unit, and if you can’t come over here right now, I’ll be happy to call General Smithson, whom I know very well, and ask him if he could fly down from Tampa and do this surgery.”
There was silence on the phone for several seconds.
“Major, you’re playing with fire…” Blackburn replied menacingly, speaking loudly enough for Jack to hear.
“I understand any possible risks, sir, and I’m stating it again. General Smithson has been a friend of my family for as long as I can remember and is largely responsible for me choosing nursing as a career, and I’m sure he’ll take my call.”
“Alright, goddammit! But you and I are gonna have a chat after I get there, Major. Nobody threatens me!”
“Of course, sir,” she replied with a hint of sarcasm. Lori handed the phone unceremoniously back to Jack and then immediately moved to the stretcher, where she began stacking sandbags around the soldier as the man continued to writhe and moan.
Jack stood dumbfounded, looking at Lori. He held the phone to his ear and heard Major Thornhall pleading in the background.
“Rob, you can’t go over there like this…just come back to bed and let them take care of it.”
The comment roused Jack from his daze. He shook his head.
“I beg your pardon?” he asked. What the hell was going on? he wondered.
Instead of a reply, someone on the other end slammed down the phone. Jack placed the receiver back on the base then cautiously approached Major Darden.
“That was pretty…ballsy. Thanks,” he told Lori.
“No problem, Jack.” She didn’t look up, and her tone told him she didn’t think her actions were any big deal. “Help me stack these sandbags and then get an IV in this guy.”
“Um…yes, ma’am,” Jack replied quietly, not wishing to raise her ire again.
Thank you, Edwin Dasso and Silver Dagger Book Tours.
About the Author
Edwin Dasso, MD, a USA Today and Amazon International #1 Best-Selling medical thriller author, writes works of fiction that leverage many of his “stranger than fiction” experiences from years of practice at major medical centers and community hospitals. “You might be shocked at some of the events in the books that are based on an actual experience.”
Member of the International Thriller Writers. His “Jack Bass Black Cloud Chronicles” series has been developed into a TV series, “Jack Bass, MD,” (https://www.facebook.com/jackbassmd/?ref=bookmarks) which is actively being discussed around Hollywood. Network feedback has been very positive. Fiction writing is reviving a lost love from earlier periods in his life where he enjoyed writing short stories. In addition to a number of years as a practicing anesthesiologist and critical care specialist, he has published articles in national healthcare journals, written many “Ask the Doctor” columns and has spoken frequently at national healthcare forums. He has also been instrumental in designing and deploying population health programs to help people deal with depression related to poor health.