In Memory Of Fallen Officers


The Battle For Heaven’s Gate is a Series about Detective-turned-Special Agent, Michael Blackburn. In the first book, Guardian Of The Sheep, after a number of bizarre events Michael comes to discover that he is THAT Michael, Avenging Angel of God, Guardian of Mankind, and now, the new savior of the world, as the Dark Angels gather for war against him, Man, and Heaven itself.

Story by Ray Smith

NightWriters Publishing
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In Honor Of The Fallen

I’m very happy and honored to be sharing the proceeds of my newly released novel, Guardian Of The Sheep, with the Dallas, Texas Fallen Officer Foundation!

For the entire month of September 2018, 10% of the profits from sales will be donated in honor of those who daily put their lives on the line when the odds are against them. Each book that you, readers, purchase from any of my sales sites or from me personally represents giving back to those who give the most. I like to think our hero, Detective Blackburn, would approve.

Thanks always for your support!

Ray Smith


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  “I have a shot!” I called out, but Charles motioned me to hold; he was trying to talk to the nut, talk him down, by making him a promise of help and a lesser sentence if he backed down, hoping to give SWAT long enough to get in place.

  But the suspect looked directly at me as he spoke; “All good will be evil, or be dead. It is happening every day. Maybe this will open your eyes!”

  Then he fired his gun, and I saw Charles thrown backwards with blood pouring from his chest. Without a second thought, I fired a double tap from my firearm directly to the suspect’s skull, knocking him backwards and away from the young girl he was using as a shield, then ran over to Charles, even as backup found their way into the dark barn. Quickly applying pressure to the entry wound at his heart, I yelled at him, “Hang on! Help will be here soon!”

  But it was already too late; he took his last breath there in my arms. As everyone rushed around, getting the girls untied and out of the barn, away from the scene, I stayed, holding my partner. So many thoughts were going through my mind; ‘Something like this should not have happened to Charles, he was a good man. Why didn’t the suspect try to take me out? I had the shot. It doesn’t make sense, he had to know I would kill him if he took out my partner, or even one of the girls!’ So many things just weren’t making sense to me right now.

  The paramedics finally arrived on the scene. They checked Charles’ vital signs, confirming what I already knew; the loss of blood after the direct hit to the heart…it was too late. John helped me up, saying, “Let’s go…get him out of here before the press gets here. I don’t want Sara finding out about this from some media clip, it’s not right.”

  He took my weapon, for the investigation which would follow, and walked with me out of the barn. In an effort to redirect my thoughts, he took me over to the girls, thankfully both alive; noticeably beaten, and possibly even sexually assaulted, but alive. I wondered if either girl would ever have a chance at anything remotely resembling a normal life.

  “John, I need to be the one to tell Sara, is that ok?”

  “I don’t think it is a good idea, but I will not stop you.” he said.

  I was now realizing what the next seven to ten days would bring; administrative leave, visits to the shrink, and a lot of questions from Internal Affairs. Like things aren’t hard enough for someone in this position, you get grilled and questioned. I knew Sara was at home, she stayed home and took care of the house and their kids, and as I rode with a black and white to Charles’ house, I remembered thinking that they had such a perfect life, and in seconds it went to hell. The whole way, I was going over in my mind what I was going to tell her; I’ve done this before, but never for someone so close to me – maybe I should have listened to the chief. I wasn’t sure I could handle all the emotions that were about to take place, but I knew I was right in the middle of it, and there was no getting out now. After all, he was my only real friend, and he’d always made me feel like family.


Guardian Of The Sheep

A Paranormal Romance by Ray Smith

**More Excerpts HERE




Tyler paused, then added with look of confusion, “This is truly uncharted waters…and, you’re both going to think I’m crazy…but, I believe the babies are controlling the dreams.”

  “Well yes, they are!” Ariel shouted. “Didn’t you hear what I said? Temeluch is using them to guide us.”

  “Wait a minute!” I shouted.

  Ariel interrupted me there, “Michael…it all makes sense, Temeluch using the babies. I remember hearing something Belial said in that room…about Lucifer’s death being avenged. You sometime in history destroyed Lucifer, and this was one of Abbadon’s reasons for the war…revenge against you. And,” Ariel added, “…there was something predicted by the Dark Angel, Vassago…the end of the darkness by the new Lord.”

  Ariel described Vassago as an angel who could foresee the future; a ‘discovering angel’, who warned of at least one child…born of God’s two most trusted angels…chosen to take the reins of ruling earth as the Lord stepped down from the throne.

  “From what I could tell, Abbadon and Belial were trying to convince the other Dark Angels to join their quest to destroy you, and the remaining Light Angels that reside on earth, so that the reign of darkness could work its way into all of mankind.”


Guardian Of The Sheep

A Paranormal Romance by Ray Smith

LpJ & NightWriters Publishing
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