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Two orphan loners. One supernatural plague. When wood-eating zombies threaten their island, mismatched investigators Felix and Ninja must combine science and instinct to save Spinachi-before they're next.

 

When 13-year-old aspiring naturalist Felix Fizzystyxx discovers that orphans at Wayward Amok Orphanage are transforming into wood-eating zombies, his quiet tree-fort observations are no longer enough. Someone has deliberately unleashed a strange plague on Tub's island town of Spinachi-and they're still out there. 

 

Set on the fictional island of Tub, this fast-paced, humorous adventure naturally weaves in STEAM concepts-biology, chemistry, bioluminescence, water systems, pattern recognition, and the scientific method-within an age-appropriate supernatural mystery. Themes include unlikely friendship, identity, trust across differences, courage, and finding your voice when adults won't listen.

 

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Wyoming ranch country and the frozen industrial edge of Alaska sit thousands of miles apart, but in The Weight of Cold Things, the distance between them begins to collapse around Deputy Sheriff Gree Gooding. Lisa Towles sends Gree north in search of a missing sheriff while the unresolved death of her husband, buried family history, a mysterious black-ops program, and a landscape capable of killing in minutes tighten around the investigation. The result pairs the grit of a contemporary Western with a conspiracy thriller whose secrets have been accumulating beneath the ice for decades. 

 

The Weight of Cold Things

by Lisa Towles

Genre: Psychological Thriller, Arctic Noir

While searching for her missing boss, a Wyoming Deputy Sheriff accidentally discovers a secret facility and conspiracy of silence surrounding a series of mysterious deaths in Deadhorse, Alaska.

Wyoming Deputy Sheriff Gree Gooding has one mission: find her missing boss. The trail leads four thousand miles north—to Deadhorse, Alaska, an oil-drilling outpost clinging to the edge of the Arctic Circle. A place where daylight is rationed, where the cold can kill in minutes, and where her husband AJ, a petroleum geologist, vanished six months ago. 

 

The clues don't just point to her boss's disappearance. They reach back into Gree's own past— to the Wyoming ranch she left behind, to the family secrets buried in its soil, and to the grief frozen like permafrost inside her. 

 

When the investigation cinches around a decades-long cover-up — a black ops program called Arc Dominion — Gree realizes someone's been waiting for her. Someone knew she'd follow the thread. This was never about a missing sheriff. It's about the conspiracy AJ died trying to expose — and whether she can finish what he started. 

 

The cold doesn't forgive.
It doesn't forget.
And it's about to give up its dead. 

 

For fans of Yellowstone and The X-Files — where neo-Western grit meets a decades-long government conspiracy buried beneath the Arctic ice.

 

The investigation in The Weight of Cold Things is compelling because Gree is following more than one disappearance. Sheriff Peter Barrett is missing, but AJ’s death six months earlier is still shaping nearly every decision she makes, and the trail north begins connecting the two cases in ways that challenge what she thought she understood about both men. Towles uses that overlap to make grief part of the mystery rather than simply part of the protagonist’s backstory. 

 

The geography gives the novel another distinctive edge. Gree moves between Wyoming ranch country and Deadhorse, Alaska, where an oil-drilling outpost, Arctic conditions, and the history surrounding Arc Dominion create a setting that is both physically dangerous and central to the conspiracy itself. The supplied excerpt also reaches back to Prudhoe Bay in 1974, signaling that the secrets Gree encounters were set in motion long before her investigation began.

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Winter, 1974 - Prudhoe Bay, Northwest Alaska

 

They gutted an iceberg with two sticks of dynamite, forty years ago when the shabby construction camps rose on the iconic Dalton Highway. Oil was struck in Prudhoe Bay in 1968, setting off an irreversible string of events: an ecological nightmare, an eight-billion-dollar pipeline transporting crude oil 800 miles south from the North Slope to Valdez, and passage for seventy thousand oil workers to the most menacing outpost on earth: Deadhorse. 

 

A stolen scrap of bread. Chronic insomnia. Drug abuse. One worker snapped, nicking dynamite from the munitions depot, flailing his arms, all the while forgetting how fast the detonating cord burns to the quick. The shock wave bulleted shards of ice in every direction, thrusting the assailant twelve feet in the air in a whirl of fire and black smoke. He became the first prize, the Number One. His victim, the second man, escaped. 

 

It took two days for the particles to clear the air, finally revealing an exquisite, dome-like crevasse in the ice the depth of five residential garages — one after the other in a long, hollow train. Except this garage had no yard outside because nothing grew in this place but resentment. No gas grill on a redwood deck, no family huddled in the adjacent house. Only the unrelenting cold and ice: on the floor, walls, ceiling. He loved it that way, the Caretaker, the exclusivity of his access and the singularity of his dark secret. 

 

That spring, the suited men came in droves sporting fine clothing and city shoes to explain the gravity of their problem, which later evolved into their pitch. Well, their problem had just solved itself, hadn’t it? No one knew about this place and nobody but him would ever find it. Some secrets were just not for sale.

Chapter 1

 

Present Day December 18 - Inglewood Ranch, Cody, WY

 

I could feel it in my bones, this unspeakable energy of change. Not a buzz, it was more like a low hum I could almost hear when I closed my eyes and got real still. I’d woken with it today, of all days, this visceral knowing that despite the regularity of my errand, it would have a disruptive impact on my life, such as it was. My work in Jackson, a five hour drive from our family ranch in Cody, was an odd arrangement to begin with, and the two-bedroom condo I rented near the Teton County Sheriff’s Office was uninhabitable without AJ. Even still, there was something else in the air today. Cholo, our ranch hand and my lifelong friend, sensed something too, though it wasn’t his way to articulate his thoughts. Instead, he put cinnamon in the coffee, his quiet way of offering comfort. I could smell it the whole way in from the barn. 

 

I’d gone out before first light, watching the fluff of gray dawn cover my beloved Inglewood, hoping to shake the image of a recurring dream and to brush AJ’s quarter horse, Rain. At first, it was to console him, knowing horses had unique and profound ways of grieving. Lately, though, the cold vigil seemed more about me. Rogue, the word had been coming to me since AJ’s death — a blurry dream-hand opening to a tiny piece of paper on which a single word was written. Was it him reaching out from his watery grave? What did it mean? 

 

Cholo passed me a cup when I reached the kitchen, shutting out the ten-degree wind chill behind me. I unzipped my coat and sipped quietly just inside the door, letting the hot coffee slide down my throat, waiting for whatever his face was preparing. 

 

“Been three weeks now.”

 

I nodded, three weeks since Sheriff Peter Barrett disappeared — my boss, mentor, now another silent ache in my heart. 

 

“I heard about the fire,” he added. “How many is that now?”

 

“Does it matter?” I asked him. “Seven.”

 

“You think they’re connected. Don’t you?”

 

I shrugged, pretending. But any sane person would. “I’m not an arson investigator. Bryce at the State Fire Marshal’s Office is looking into it.” 

 

“Really?”

 

I laughed. “Come on. Bryce has a good team working for him. I know two of those guys.” 

 

“They haven’t been out here since Thanksgiving.” Cholo stared back, thick brows angled over large, black eyes. 

 

“I know, okay? What do you want me to do? I’m not the sheriff.” The words caught in my throat. 

 

“You never know about people,” he said with that quiet wisdom I’d never seen in anyone else, like he understood the longings in my heart for answers that hadn’t yet come. Peter Barrett, Jackson’s most beloved sheriff, vanished three weeks ago today. 

 

Cholo was right about Bryce, too. Interagency politics aside, I’d need to call and follow up on the arson investigation they said they were running. Add it to the growing list. 

 

He took a long sip, still watching me.

 

“Well, spit it out already,” I said.

 

“I can’t take you to the airport.”

 

“It’s alright, I’ll get an Uber.”

 

Cholo’s jaw was set tight but his eyes were uncertain, like he was trying to think of an excuse but couldn’t do it. 

 

“What’s the big deal?”

 

“Woody’s gonna take you.”

 

“Woody!” My voice cracked like a whip. I set the cup on the counter with a clunk and rezipped my coat. Ah…the cinnamon. Son of a bitch. 

 

“He wants to talk to you.”

 

“Does he now?” I grabbed the warm mug for reinforcement and sucked down the last three gulps. “Does he want to talk about how he stole two of our horses, stole money from me? He robbed us, Cholo, all of us. And by doing so, he broke something precious.” I didn’t like the sound of that word, precious. Made it seem like Woody was important to me, and despite the intrusive logic of that truth, there was no place for Woody here anymore. 

 

“He says he’s sorry.”

 

“Not to me he didn’t. Besides, sorry’s just a word.” Already mad at seven in the morning, great. I zipped my coat and turned my back to him, facing the door. “A real apology is a change in behavior.” My eyes were wide as I waited for him to take my challenge. To come to Woody’s rescue, explain how the drugs made him do it or the excuse-of-the-day. 

 

Still fuming, I left via Uber at 7:30 a.m. without another word to either Cholo or my dad. Woody could kiss my ass as far as I was concerned. I’d have to pay for my cold heart, of course. The world has a quiet way of keeping score.

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By 3:00 p.m., I was standing on the corner of Wave and McClellan Streets in Monterey, California. Eleven hundred miles away in historic Cannery Row, a sliver of sea was visible between the brownstones on Lighthouse Avenue. The sun felt warm on my face and bare arms. Mid December in California, I’ll be damned. A premonition, I couldn’t put my finger on it, made me take notice, warning me to be careful. Something bad was coming. 

 

Ash was right, I was loath to admit. There were holiday decorations and tacky music everywhere, but it just didn’t feel like Christmas in a hilltop penthouse overlooking the ocean, waves beneath me reflecting a cloudy sky. The beauty of California’s coast was unmistakable, but in my heart, Christmas was indelibly marked by snow. 

 

“Is that you?” Cholo asked me later, answering his mobile on the third ring.

 

“I guess. Some version of me, anyway.”

 

“What are you doing out there, Gree? You hate California.”

 

He knew, of course; we’d discussed it back and forth for weeks. Why go now, why go at all? After being on and off the market for ten years, my mother’s condo had finally found a buyer. I came here to sign papers, to once again acknowledge the sting of her death and bring my feet one step closer to the present. But that wasn’t what he was asking. Like all Cholo’s questions, they were part real world and part spirit world. I knew what he meant. I just wasn’t sure I was willing to answer yet. 

 

“How’s Dad?” I deflected.

 

“He’s concerned about how it will look to the community, you leaving town after Peter’s disappearance.”

 

“I don’t recall asking his opinion.” He was right, though. It was too sudden, but it would be a short trip. Besides, everything was broken right now anyway. 

 

“No, but he’s always willing to share it, isn’t he?”

 

“Yeah,” I laughed.

 

“He’s splitting wood right now,” Cholo said.

 

“Great idea for a man who just had a heart attack.”

 

“Come on, it was a mild one. He didn’t even know he was having it. Besides, it’s gonna be zero tonight. We’ll be using that wood.” 

 

I guess I shouldn’t complain. The fact that they were staying in the same house, after such a long standoff, was nothing short of miraculous and I had nothing to do with it. Maybe the rock of resentment got too heavy to haul around anymore. I was dying to know who thawed first, but I’d never ask. You didn’t do things that way out here. Not in Wyoming, not in this family. 

 

“Could you make sure he’s got a jacket on? For God’s sake keep an eye on him. If left to his own devices he’d chop wood in a—” 

 

“Gretchen.”

 

It was my dad’s voice now, Ash Gooding, former Sheriff of Park County, who to this day insists on calling me by my birth name instead of the nickname my mother gave me. 

 

“How’s sunny California?”

 

It was meant as an insult. Everyone in town got lots of mileage from the fact that I wasn’t a native of Wyoming, even though I’d lived there since I was five. 

 

“It’s midnight, Wyoming time. What are you doing up this late? Do you miss me that much?” I joked to an awkward silence. I rambled on for a while, telling him about the dark orange sunset I’d seen from the balcony after signing a four-inch stack of papers. Hadn’t they ever heard of digital copies? Apparently, this mortgage company insisted on paper-everything. Ash listened. I heard the clinking of ice in his glass. Would this be his third or fourth by now? I decided not to mention the wood chopping. 

 

“You didn’t tell her?” he mumbled to Cholo. “Mmm.”

 

“Tell me what?”

 

A murmur of conversation in the background. Maybe his hand was covering the phone. And maybe this was what Cholo was hiding from me this morning. 

 

“Dad, what is it? Tell me.”

 

“I can’t. Gotta show you. Guess we’ll have to wait till you get back.”

 

Sonofabitch. I knew my dad, and that meant no manipulation or psychology would wriggle out of him whatever he was keeping from me. After signing over ownership of what had been my mother’s dream home, I left the key with the bankers and took with me a cedar box of my mother’s mementos, which I would undoubtedly squirrel away somewhere and forget about for the next decade. All the better, right? Avoidance, since AJ’s death six months ago, had become a sort of new religion. Didn’t avoidance almost always turn to cancer somewhere down the road? 

 

When I got back, I didn’t bother going home first before looking for Ash. He’d planted an evil seed of dread and apprehension, and he knew it too. Maybe punishing me for something; he’s a Gemini after all. I flew into Cody from San Francisco instead of Jackson, where I’d worked for the past twelve years as deputy sheriff under Peter Barrett, one of the kindest men I’d ever met. Why did I feel like Ash’s secret had something to do with him? The buzzing in my bones this morning...maybe that was the warning. Jesus, no. Not that. The vague comfort of the word missing was too hard to give up. 

 

Three in the afternoon to Ash Gooding meant five o’clock somewhere. There's this ratty bar on the edge of town called Stagecoach, Ash’s favorite. Drafty as hell with dusty floors, swivel stools, and random darts scattered on the floor looking for their board, threatening tetanus. Weird part about it was that the owner isn't a wrinkled prune of a man but someone belonging on the cast of Below Deck, a body intended for board shorts, tanned legs and a white polo shirt hauling up ropes with three-ply triceps. He was trying to be unassuming in a plain brown t-shirt stretched out at the neck, pretending he didn't care about his looks. His artificially whitened smile betrayed the deception - laughing eyes with something sinister behind them, a joke no one knew about but him. 

 

“How’s it going?” the guy asked.

 

I exhaled. “G&T, please. Been a long day.”

 

“Coming up.”

 

When Runway Model set down the glass, I suddenly didn’t feel like talking. The weight of air travel, of the milestone I’d crossed and today’s sad anniversary, burned behind my eyes. They watered as I took the first swallow. I turned on the stool to look around. Ha, I knew it. 

 

“Ash,” I said, walking across the creaking floorboards. “What are you doing here?”

 

“Waiting for you.”

 

“Drinking here alone, that’s what.”

 

“What's wrong with that?”

 

“You can come to my house in Jackson and drink with me. Wouldn't that be nicer?”

 

He laughed. “Not necessarily. Besides, too long a drive.”

 

“Look, you can stay here and punish yourself for Mom's death all you like. I know what day it is.” 

 

The slap of the men’s room door distracted us from the tension. It was a sad old story with no ending. I smelled Cholo’s Irish Spring soap behind me. I turned, my left arm involuntarily reaching for him, tugging the frayed edge of his Carhartt jacket. 

 

“Well.” I stood back a ways. “You two got real chummy in the one day I left town.” They were looking sideways at each other in some silent communication. Ranchers at a bar in the middle of the afternoon; it didn’t make sense. “What’s the deal?” 

 

Cholo nodded. “You’d better sit down.”

 

The Weight of Cold Things should appeal most strongly to thriller readers who like investigations with several layers operating at once: a missing sheriff, a dead petroleum geologist, unexplained fires, family secrets, and a covert program whose history reaches back decades. Gree is also carrying enough personal history into the case that readers who prefer psychologically complicated investigators have more to follow than the mechanics of the conspiracy alone. 

 

The novel’s combination of Wyoming ranch life, Arctic oil country, law enforcement, fringe operations, and buried institutional secrets also makes it a natural fit for those drawn to neo-Westerns and conspiracy fiction. The tour describes the blend as Yellowstone meeting The X-Files, which captures the unusual territory Towles is working in: grounded family and regional tensions pushed into a mystery that keeps widening beyond the local case.

Lisa Towles believes stories hold the world together - and the best ones expose what we hide even from ourselves. She builds that belief into her main characters - Mari Ellwyn, Angus Mariner, Kurt Farin - each one drowning in dark secrets, running from unthinkable truths. The award-winning author of 14 mystery thrillers, her books pull readers into worlds of global espionage, fringe technology, and shadow governments. Her titles include Terror Bay (NYC Big Book Award), Codex (BookFest First Place), The Ridders (American Fiction Award), and her E&A Series thrillers Hot House and Salt Island both reached Amazon Kindle #1 Bestseller. 

 

Her next thriller, The Weight of Cold Things - described as Yellowstone meets The X-Files - publishes in August 2026. When she's not writing, she interviews authors on her Story Impact Podcast and coaches writers on how to be visible and memorable to readers. Follow her to get notified of new releases.

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Cold is doing more than setting the atmosphere in The Weight of Cold Things. It preserves what has been hidden, hardens grief, and turns Deadhorse into the kind of place where the past can remain untouched for years—until Gree starts asking the wrong questions. Her search for Peter Barrett keeps circling back to AJ, her family, and a history she has spent considerable energy trying not to examine too closely. 

 

Gree is not arriving in Alaska as a detached investigator. She is already grieving, angry, suspicious, and carrying unfinished business from Wyoming. That makes the conspiracy personal before she even understands its scale. Readers who like their thrillers grounded in character as much as danger may find that tension—between the case she is pursuing and everything she would rather leave buried—one of the strongest reasons to follow her north.

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Sales advice often concentrates on technique: how to find prospects, ask better questions, overcome objections, and close the deal. Michael P. Hamer approaches those same professional responsibilities from a different starting point in Selling God’s Way: Maximize Your Income And Business Relationships. Drawing on a sales career that began in childhood and eventually included nearly three decades in Washington, DC radio and television advertising, Hamer connects the practical mechanics of selling with biblical principles, service, and the way business relationships are treated long after a transaction is complete.

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Business / Economics / Christian Living

Date Published: June 16, 2026

Publisher: Lucid Books Publishing

 

Selling God’s Way is a book that explains how to apply biblical principles to all aspects of professional selling: Prospecting, Questioning, Presenting, Closing, Servicing, and Handling Objections. Filled with biblical scripture and stories, the book presents the best way for any salesperson to maximize their income and business relationships, regardless of religion. Many people all over the world, and throughout all of time, believe that biblical wisdom remains the most valuable forever.

 

Hamer organizes Selling God’s Way around the actual stages of professional selling rather than treating faith and business as separate subjects. Prospecting, questioning, presenting, closing, servicing, and handling objections each become places to consider not only effectiveness, but conduct. That structure gives the book a practical focus: the biblical principles are being applied to recognizable situations salespeople encounter in their work. 

 

His emphasis on relationships is equally important. After years in advertising sales and sales management, Hamer became concerned by what he saw as a decline in service-minded behavior and people-centered priorities in business. The result is a sales philosophy concerned with how business is done as well as what it produces. Readers interested in ethical selling, Christian approaches to business, or a relationship-centered alternative to purely transactional sales methods will find that distinction central to the book.

 

Selling God’s Way is aimed most directly at people whose work involves selling, particularly those who want their professional methods to reflect biblical principles rather than treating faith as something separate from the workday. Sales representatives and managers can approach the book through its attention to specific parts of the sales process, while Christian business owners may be drawn to its larger concern with service and relationships. 

 

Hamer also states that the book is intended to be useful regardless of a reader’s religion, so its audience is not limited to explicitly Christian workplaces. Someone interested in ethical sales practices, long-term business relationships, and a less transactional understanding of success may find the author’s perspective worth considering even when approaching the biblical material from outside his faith tradition.

Michael P. Hamer is a lifelong salesperson whose journey in selling began at the age of seven on the streets of Gary, Indiana, where he sold eggs with his grandfather, a deeply religious man who helped shape Michael’s values and work ethic. Throughout high school and college, Michael continued honing his sales skills, selling products typical of his peers, books door-to-door in Los Angeles, and advertising space at a theater in Cambridge, Massachusetts. 

 

Michael graduated from Boston University with a degree in communications, concentrating in advertising and marketing. Following graduation, he spent nearly three decades in advertising sales within the radio and television industries in the Washington, DC market. Over the years, he held a wide range of leadership roles, including Account Executive and General Sales Manager. 

 

In his final media position, Michael served as Sales Manager for WAVA Radio, a Christian teaching and talk radio station. Throughout his career, he earned numerous awards and recognition for both sales performance and management excellence. Despite his success, Michael observed a growing lack of service-minded behavior and people-centered priorities in business. Motivated by his love for salespeople and his deep commitment to God’s Word, he wrote Selling God’s Way to offer a faith-based approach to ethical selling that strengthens relationships, reduces stress, and aligns business success with biblical principles.

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What distinguishes Selling God’s Way is the decision to bring questions of faith and ethics directly into the mechanics of selling. Hamer does not leave those ideas at the level of general business philosophy; he connects them to prospecting, questioning, presenting, closing, servicing, and objections—the points where a salesperson’s priorities become visible in actual interactions with customers. 

 

His long career in sales gives that discussion an additional layer. The concern behind the book is not simply how to earn more, but how professional success and stronger business relationships might develop together rather than at one another’s expense. For readers examining the role faith, service, and personal values play in their working lives, that is the conversation at the heart of Hamer’s approach.

 

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A stalled life does not always look like a failed one. It can look productive, established, even successful while the person living it knows something has stopped moving. In Grab Another Gear: Disrupt the Norm. Ignite Your Passion., Wayne Williams uses the language of shifting gears to examine that uncomfortable space between what has worked before and what needs to change next. His perspective is rooted in leadership, entrepreneurship, relationships, faith, and the experience of having to reassess direction when simply continuing in the same gear is no longer enough.

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Date Published: April 15, 2026

Publisher: Lucid Books Publishing

ISBN-13: 9781632969262

 

Coasting feels comfortable until you realize it’s costing you everything. You weren’t built to settle, to grind through the motions, to let fear and exhaustion call the shots. But somewhere along the way, you got stuck. Stuck in routine. Stuck in expectations. Stuck in a version of yourself that plays it safe instead of stepping fully into who you were meant to be. 

 

This book is your invitation to grab another gear. To stop waiting. To start moving. To rediscover the strengths, passions, and relationships that make life rich and meaningful. Because your life isn’t meant to be endured. It’s meant to be lived fully, boldly, and with impact. 

 

In these pages, you’ll discover how to:

You have more to offer than you realize. More influence. More purpose. More fire in your soul than you’ve dared to believe. This is about unlocking your potential, making a difference in the world around you, and discovering life as it was intended for you to live. 

 

The road is open. The next gear is yours to take. Will you join me on this journey?

 

Williams builds his message around a useful distinction: changing gears is not simply another way of saying “work harder.” The idea is to recognize when the gear that carried you through one season no longer fits the terrain ahead. Grab Another Gear applies that question to identity, legacy, relationships, and decision-making, giving the familiar language of personal growth a more concrete framework. 

 

The perspective also comes from someone who has had to navigate significant shifts himself. Williams built a multi-million-dollar telecommunications company, guided it through near-death moments, and ultimately through a successful exit. That background matters here because the book’s challenge to examine success, purpose, and direction is connected to lived experience rather than presented only as theory. Readers interested in the intersection of leadership, faith, personal responsibility, and meaningful change have several avenues into the conversation.

 

Grab Another Gear is particularly suited to people who have already built a career, business, ministry, family life, or other substantial commitments and are questioning what should come next. Its focus on getting unstuck without reducing change to greater speed or effort should also resonate with leaders facing transition and people reconsidering the habits and expectations that have been directing their choices. 

 

The Christian-living dimension will matter to readers who want questions of purpose and calling considered alongside practical concerns such as leadership, relationships, legacy, and decision-making. Williams’s entrepreneurial background adds another point of connection for business owners and leaders who know that outward achievement does not automatically answer the more personal question of whether they are still moving in the right direction.

Wayne Williams is a guide, coach, and activator who unlocks growth in people and organizations. He's a devoted husband to his wife, Terina, and a father and grandfather who makes sure his family feels deeply loved. Wayne’s entrepreneurial drive took him from building a multi-million dollar telecom company, guiding it through near-death moments to a successful exit, to launching ventures shaped by innovation, integrity, and risk-taking. His love for the wilderness fuels his commitment to preserving traditions of pioneering, hunting, fishing, and land stewardship, while his heart for people drives him to restore lives and relationships. 

 

Known as a disruptor at heart, Wayne leans into stuck systems and unspoken tensions, not to create chaos but to spark transformation. He thrives in complexity, cuts through noise to find what matters most, and fights to surface ideas that release others into their calling.

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The most interesting question behind Grab Another Gear is not how much more a person can accomplish, but whether continuing in a familiar pattern is still serving the life being built. Williams approaches change through the vocabulary of movement, yet his premise leaves room for a shift to mean something more deliberate than acceleration. Identity, relationships, legacy, faith, and the decisions that connect them all become part of deciding which gear actually belongs to the road ahead. 

 

That makes this a timely choice for established leaders as much as people standing at an obvious crossroads. A life can need recalibration before it looks broken from the outside, and recognizing that difference may be precisely where a meaningful change begins.

 

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