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John F Russo

John F Russo – Canadian born - retired steel fabricator, professional photographer, hot rod builder, licensed general contractor, club owner, avocado grower, sailor and still travelling with the love of his life, Lori, in their Toyota FJ Cruiser. He became a U.S. citizen in 2000 and has worked in several countries. He draws on his own experiences, adds the flavor of current affairs and shuffles them all about like a deck of cards to fill his pages. The by-the-seat-of-his-pants writing style allows the reader to experience the thrill of riding along as the adventure-thriller unfolds. As a storyteller, fiction runs easily through his veins - to say the least.
His Novels: All revised in 2020 to reflect his ISBN ownership.
In 2014, he penned his first novel, Engram, a futuristic fable set in the year 15,082. Later revised in 2020 to “The Perplexity of Engram” - A series is in the making.
A year later he scribed Tabula Rasa, resurrecting it from a half-written screenplay that he started in 1983. It wasn’t until the last sentence of the novel did he realize the strength of his protagonist, Angela Fournier, who he strived to empower, as all of his female characters. A series was born!
The next year, 2016, Darkness After Midnight emerged with his character list evolving and Angela getting stronger. In 2017, his characters from all three novels joined the elite forces of the Fournier Foundation in Compromised Interests and their direction was set. His fourth novel in this series, Le Journal explores Angela’s ancestry beginning in 1942, in war-torn Paris. Whiteburn, book five in the series, continues with the twists and turns of corporate seduction, government corruption, ancient secrets, and a delusional imprisonment. Due out in 2023.​​​​​​​

​​​​​​​Angela's Bio

    Hello, my name is Angela Fournier and my good friend, John F Russo, suggested I write a bio about myself for my many followers. I should say from the beginning, my life is and has been, complicated, but I shall endeavor to fill in some blanks for you.

​​​​​​​I was born on March 6, to Elizabeth and James Jackson in Kittery, Maine at the Portsmouth Naval Hospital. My parents named me Gloria. After my father left the service, we moved across the river to Portsmouth, New Hampshire, where my father and his best friend, started a successful hardware business. We were very happy.

​​​​​​​I was nine years old when my best friend, my father, died. I can remember being devastated and now I realize what my mom had also gone through. Several years later, one of my dad’s franchise dealers asked my mother to marry him. It was ground shaking for me and I couldn’t figure out why. We moved north, east of the White mountains, to a small town.

This man turned out to be horrible, he was abusive to me and my mother. He was part of the good-old-boys club so no one saw beyond his lies. I ran away from home when I was fourteen, I think it was October. I remember a heavy rain had washed out several bridges and I was trapped in the sleeper of an eighteen wheeler when it plunged over one of these gushing mud slides. Luckily, the driver managed to jump the ravine, but we crashed into a tree on the other side and I was thrown from the vehicle. It gets pretty foggy from there. When I recovered, I was snuggled up in a warm bed in a recluse’s cabin in the middle of nowhere. If I would have only known what kind of impact this man would have on my life, maybe my path would have been different. I was determined and hard-headed.

A man, Gilles Fournier, was my savior. He was from France and he had gone through a tragedy himself. He lost his wife and unborn child in a traffic accident while they were on vacation here in the states. He never went back to France and chose to stay near his buried beloved. He nursed me back to health. He taught me how to survive using my instincts. He helped me perfect my French, and most of all, he taught me to love myself for who I am.

I don’t want to bore you with my travels and my ‘not-so-wise’ decisions, but I should relay how I became Angela Fournier. Before I left Gilles, he told me that I could use his last name, if I so chose, to keep my true identity safely secured from authorities. When I reached my destination of Los Angeles, I was approached by a man who I thought was a priest or at least a reverend by the way he was dressed. When he asked my name, I looked up and saw the welcome sign at the bus station and it read, ‘Welcome to the City of Angels’ so I told him my name was Angela. My father always called me his little angel, so I guess it was in the back of my mind. That was when Angela Fournier was born.

It wasn’t until many years later that my mentor, Jamison Starkney, alias George Stanza, handed me adoption paperwork, written by Gilles and authenticated by a magistrate in France. Since I was now of legal age, all I had to do was sign the paperwork to make my name legal. I had unknowingly carried a letter given to me by Gilles stating his intent, if I wished. I never opened the letter. It was witnessed by my good friend, Judge Steinbeck, who then also handed me my US passport along with my French passport. I held citizenship in two countries. I was breathless. It is funny to think now, but I had been Angela Fournier longer than I was Gloria Jackson.

If you have read my first novel, Tabula Rasa, penned by my friend, John F Russo, you will live my experiences as they happened to me, the good and the bad. I apologize not, for any of my sexual indiscretions as they are part of who I am. I like to think I am compassionate, loving, smart, a lover of art and fashion and now a devoted wife and mother. But don’t let that undermine my stubbornness or my willingness to help others and defend what I belief in. Carl, Jamison’s side-kick, has taught me well and I continually learn new maneuvers from my instructor, Antoine, to back up those decisions.

The Fournier Foundation was created by Gilles, and then the chair was handed over to his understudy, Jamison Starkney. The Foundation has grown and we had to change with the environment of today’s world stage.   

A word to our enemies – beware, we will find you!