Book drop on Amazon! / The Cross In The Rearview

Not my book this time, gang. I got recruited for a side quest.

A friend saw the absolutely unwell little book drop bot I made for my own release and said, “Hey. I want one of those.”

So naturally I crawled out of my cave, cracked my knuckles, and got to work.

And honestly? Fair request. Because The Cross in the Rearview has grit, grief, truck-stop loneliness, busted faith, hard-earned healing, Catholic depth, and the kind of emotional damage that politely hands you a tissue before it wrecks you.

So no, this one isn’t mine. I’m just the slightly feral promo goblin in the passenger seat, pointing at it aggressively and yelling, “LOOK AT THIS BOOK.”

If you like raw, human stories about addiction, redemption, and finding your way back to God one ugly step at a time, this one deserves a look.

About This Book:
The Cross in the Rearview is a raw, gritty Christian story about grief, addiction, redemption, and the long road back to God. It follows Mack Holstrom, a hard-headed trucker who knows diesel smoke, broken nights, and the kind of silence that can swallow a man whole. After losing his wife, Stella, to cancer, Mack is left with one final request from her: meet with her priest once a week. He agrees, mostly out of love for her, and hates every second of it at first.

But as the weeks go on, Mack’s anger, grief, drinking, and stubborn resistance start to crack open. What begins as an obligation slowly becomes something far more dangerous: hope. Through recovery, Catholic faith, OCIA, Confirmation, brotherhood, and the painful work of rebuilding a ruined life, Mack begins to learn that healing is not something you earn. It is something you surrender to.

This is not a story about perfect people. It is about wrecked people, bruised people, stubborn people, and the mercy of God meeting them anyway.

About the Author:

After ten years as an over-the-road truck driver running reefer, dry van, and flatbed, the author knows the road well enough to respect it and fear it a little. He knows diesel, dead miles, truck-stop food, bad weather, worse decisions, and the kind of silence that can either clear your head or eat you alive.

He’s been married for nine years to the love of his life, is fo