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Hello and welcome to my stop on the blog tour for Matt Hilton’s “Marked For Death”, I am delighted to be able to share a guest post with you written by Matt about where the inspiration came for his fantastic character Joe Hunter.

 

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Marked for Death by Matt Hilton

Joe Hunter has been Marked for Death in his most explosive outing to date.

It should be a routine job. Joe Hunter and his associates are hired to provide security for an elite event in Miami. Wear a tux, stay professional, job done.

But things go wrong.

Hunter is drawn into what appears to be a domestic altercation. When he crosses the mysterious Mikhail however, he soon finds something altogether more sinister…

Before long this chance encounter has serious repercussions for Hunter and his friends. Good people are being killed. On the run, in the line of fire, the clock is ticking.

From the bars of Miami Beach to car chases and superyacht grenade battles, bestseller Matt Hilton dials up the intensity in this rip-roaring, set-piece filled thriller perfect for fans of Lee Child, David Baldacci and Stephen Leather.

You can buy a copy via Amazon


Guest Post: Copping Out

When readers learn I was a police constable before turning my hand full-time to writing crime fiction, they often make the assumption that I must write police procedurals. It’s a fair mistake. I’d spent eighteen years in the private security industry, and then four as a constable in Cumbria in northern England. They say you should write what you know, after all, so I was well placed to write about police officers, but I chose to take a different direction altogether. In fact I chose to throw convention to the wind and write about Joe Hunter, an anti-hero of sorts, an uncompromising vigilante, and not only that but throw him out of the UK and land him in heaps of trouble across the pond in the USA. Also, rather than give Hunter a police background, I decided early on to make him an ex-soldier, one who’d spent his adult life taking on terrorists and organised crime syndicates. It wasn’t (and isn’t) that I have anything against the British crime fiction convention of having Detective Inspector Whatchamacallit as the protagonist, only that I felt that the market was very full of similar characters at the time, and not only that but written by authors that were doing a far better job than I could have. It wasn’t that I was copping out – if you’ll pardon the awful pun – just that I had different stories to tell.

I wish I could say that sending Hunter off to the USA was a clever marketing strategy on my behalf, where I would also snag a US publisher, as well as one based in the UK. The truth is, I hadn’t given that a thought – albeit that was what happened. My reasons for sending Hunter across the Atlantic was because I was an avid reader of American-style thrillers, and they were the type of books I liked to read most (write what you know). Other advice often given to aspiring authors is to write the book you want to read, and that was what I did. My first Hunter book – Dead Men’s Dust – was written without me having ever set foot on US soil. Everything I poured into the book was based on what I’d read in books, or seen on TV or in Hollywood movies. I guess that to me America was still a kind of fantasy or mythological land where I could imagine Hunter’s intense adventures taking place. It is a vast continent, with diverse cultures and settings, a frozen north, a semi-tropical south and everything in between, all different kinds of arenas in which I could place Hunter as he conducted his personal mission to take on the world’s bad guys.

Writing Dead Men’s Dust for me was somewhat cathartic. After spending a long shift, sometimes being spat on and verbally abused, the last thing I wanted to write was about my day job. I wanted to escape reality and did so by making Hunter slightly larger than life and throwing him into situations where he wasn’t constrained by rules and regulations. I’ve been asked if when I was a constable there were times when I’d have liked to have taken off the gloves: the short answer is yes. But to do so would have been career suicide. So instead I allowed Hunter to work off my frustration for me. I let him off his leash and took some pleasure from his actions by proxy. That isn’t to say Hunter is a brute or thug. Quite the opposite. He’s a good man doing bad things to terrible people. He stands up for the innocent and downtrodden, and metes out the only kind of justice brutal thugs understand. I don’t advocate violence, or vigilantism, but, well, y’know…sometimes you have to make a stand.

I’d say that the Hunter books are best defined as action thrillers, or crime thrillers if you prefer. Crime plays a central role in Hunter’s adventures, but not so much as a “who done it?”, as “how are we going to survive this?”. I was heavily influenced as a youth by the so-called men’s action books of the 1970’s. I have tried to update the action-packed, adrenaline-fuelled nature of those books in a modern setting. If you’re looking for a cerebral, thoughtful read, then Hunter won’t be for you, but if all you want is to kick back and enjoy a fun, wild ride, then he probably will. Often my books are compared to those of Lee Child’s Jack Reacher series – sometimes good, sometimes bad – and though I think Hunter bears little resemblance to Reacher, they do inhabit a similar world, and genre. Through eleven books and a bunch of short stories in the series, with the twelfth – MARKED FOR DEATH published on 17th July 2017 – Hunter has worked for his friend Rink’s PI agency, but rarely as an investigator per se. He has been a protector and avenger. For me, Marked For Death is possibly his most explosive outing to date, where having interjected in what appears to be a domestic dispute Hunter stumbles into something far more sinister and life threatening. Although it is the twelfth book in the series, it is largely standalone, a great place for new readers to meet Hunter for the first time. I hope they enjoy making his acquaintance, and that my regular readers are happy to be in his company once more.

 

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Happy Saturday and welcome along to my stop on the blog tour for Darcie Boleyn’s “Summer at Corwenna Cove”, I am honoured to be able to share a guest post with you today written by Darcie about some of her romance book inspirations.


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About the Author:

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Darcie Boleyn has a huge heart and is a real softy. She never fails to cry at books and movies, whether the ending is happy or not. Darcie is in possession of an overactive imagination that often keeps her awake at night. Her childhood dream was to become a Jedi but she hasn’t yet found suitable transport to take her to a galaxy far, far away. She also has reservations about how she’d look in a gold bikini, as she rather enjoys red wine, cheese and loves anything with ginger or cherries in it – especially chocolate. Darcie fell in love in New York, got married in the snow, rescues uncoordinated greyhounds and can usually be found reading or typing away on her laptop.

To find out more about Darcie’s books check out the following links:

Blog: https://darcieboleyn.wordpress.com/

Twitter: https://twitter.com/darcieboleyn

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/public/Darcie-Boleyn

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Published: 7 November 2016
Reviewed: 28 November 2016

4.5 out of 5 stars

Copy supplied by Canelo in return for an honest review

 

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Warm your heart with this perfect Christmas love story

Lucie Quigley hates Christmas. It’s the time of year when everything goes wrong in her life. So this year, when she’s asked to be a bridesmaid at her friend Petra’s Manhattan wedding, she jumps at the invitation to escape the festivities.

Dale Treharne has been best friends with Lucie for as long as he can remember. He’s used to looking out for his oldest friend and when she asks him to be her plus one, he can’t seem to find a reason to refuse. Instead, he sees it as a way to help Lucie get through what is, for her, the most miserable time of the year.

In New York, as the snow starts to fall, Lucie and Dale start to realise that their feelings run deeper than just friendship. But can they overcome their pasts, and make it a very merry Manhattan Christmas?

 

My Thoughts & Review:

It’s always a treat to read a book written by Darcie Boleyn, there’s a wonderful warmth in her writing, rich characters that you feel are like old friends instead of new acquaintances but best of all the sense of humour that shines through the narrative is just utterly brilliant.

A Very Merry Manhattan Christmas is wonderfully festive tale that the reader can curl up with and enjoy.
With narration from both of the main characters Lucie and Dale the reader gets a great insight into each character and how they feel, and can understand why these two people who are perfect for each other are not a couple (yet).  And by writing in this way, Boleyn ensures that the reader becomes attached to her characters, becomes invested in their stories and feels like they want to keep reading to see how the story evolves.

All of the characters are well written, including the supporting characters.  They are endearing, realistic, and can be infuriating at times especially Lucie who I think many readers would like to give her a wee shake or bash her and Dale’s heads together.
As always, the descriptive qualities in Boleyn’s writing are spot on.  The settings are so vividly described that I could imagine the scenes in New York so clearly, the carriage ride, the hotel suite.

I suppose the only negative thing about this book is it’s over too quickly, a short but lovely read that I was really sad to finish.  I must add that despite it being a short book, the plot is jam packed and utterly engrossing.  It’s a Christmassy feel good book that deserves to be on your reading list every year.

The perfect book to get you feeling festive!

You can buy a copy of A Very Merry Manhattan Christmas here.

 

 

About the Author:

Darcie Boleyn has a huge heart and is a real softy. She never fails to cry at books and movies, whether the ending is happy or not. Darcie is in possession of an overactive imagination that often keeps her awake at night. Her childhood dream was to become a Jedi but she hasn’t yet found suitable transport to take her to a galaxy far, far away. She also has reservations about how she’d look in a gold bikini, as she rather enjoys red wine, cheese and loves anything with ginger or cherries in it – especially chocolate. Darcie fell in love in New York, got married in the snow, rescues uncoordinated greyhounds and can usually be found reading or typing away on her laptop.

For more information about Darcie’s books go to her website or follow her on Twitter @DarcieBoleyn

 

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I am thrilled to welcome you to my stop on the #Zero blog tour and share an extract from Matt Brolly’s newest mystery novel.

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No crime will go unpunished

It is the near future. A zero tolerance policy results in the death penalty for all crimes, no matter how minor.

When a judge is kidnapped, and a ransom note demands the release of all prisoners awaiting execution, kleptomaniac Detective Inspector Kate Swanson is put on the case.

But soon her boss also disappears. Under increasing pressure from her superiors, and caught between the security services and the growing social unrest, Swanson must race to find a man whose murdered wife and daughter link the missing men.

Can she find him before it’s too late?

With a dystopian twist on the police procedural, Zero is an unputdownable and atmospheric thriller. The first in a powerful new series from Matt Brolly for fans of Angela Marsons and Robert Bryndza or Minority Report and Blade Runner.


Extract from Zero:

It was not a comfortable space for a man of his size. Old Blue had been in the boot of the car for five hours. He was squeezed into the foetal position, his considerable stomach pushed tight against his bended legs. Sweat dripped from his brow and cooled on his silver beard. The little oxygen which remained in the cramped interior of the car was contaminated by the fetid odour of his breath. He concentrated on his breathing, drawing the stale air in through his nose and exhaling it through pursed lips. His watch told him it was eight forty-five pm.

Old Blue closed his eyes and waited for the judge.

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Twelve storeys above the basement car park where Old Blue waited, Judge Lloyd was preparing to leave for the day. He had a strict policy of finishing work at nine every evening. Anything urgent was taken home with him. Lloyd was in his late sixties but looked ten years younger. He signed off his last report and placed his paperwork into his briefcase. His personal assistant, Sarah Natal, was still working in the outer office. ‘Time to wrap up now,’ he told her as he walked past. He wished her goodnight with a tired flicker of a smile. The digital clock on her desk read nine p.m. precisely.

The court building was still alive with work, and Lloyd passed a number of familiar faces as he made his way down to the car park. The lift was empty so he was able to reach the car without exchanging words with anyone. His car was in its usual reserved space close to the stairwell. As always, Judge Lloyd opened the driver side door first, placing his briefcase on the passenger seat next to him.

The evening traffic was thinning and the judge made good time back to his house. He followed his favoured route, across the river at Bridge Eight and up to the winding side streets which led to his house in Sector Twelve. The pods were visible at various points through the journey. An outstanding feat of modern engineering, the glass capsules crawled through the night sky snaking across the entire city. They moved along their tracks, dangling like giant lanterns. It was claimed you were never more than one hundred metres away from a sightline of the structure. Lloyd chose not to notice. It was not that familiarity had lessened the wonder; Lloyd never looked at the translucent domes in case he saw someone within he recognised.

At home, the electronic gates sensed the arrival of his car and opened accordingly. Lloyd pressed the button for the garage doors and drove into the space. After closing the garage doors, he entered the house through a side door in the garage, which he locked behind him.

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It was nine forty-five by the time the judge left the car. Wedged into the boot, Old Blue had suffered each bump and pothole of the journey. It was eleven-thirty before he moved. He managed to pop open the latch with little effort. His arm muscles flared with pain as he hoisted himself from the car, his legs buckling as he hit the stone floor of the garage. He stretched his calves and thighs, encouraging the blood to circulate. It was a slow, painful walk to the side entrance. He opened the door with the kind of ease that only comes with months of practice.

The lights were off downstairs but Old Blue knew the space well. To reach the staircase, he had to pass through two interior doors, both made of solid oak, both unlocked. He moved as quietly as was possible for a man of his weight and lack of agility. With his right hand, he reached into the inside of his jacket and pulled out a gun. Orange nightlights, the type a child would use, lined the stairwell. Old Blue eased himself upwards towards the landing, ignoring the occasional squeaks of loose floorboards. Judge Lloyd’s bedroom was the third on the right. Without hesitation, Old Blue opened the door. A four-poster bed made from thick black wood filled the room. The judge was sitting up in bed reading. He looked up from his book and studied Old Blue, seemingly unconcerned. Seconds later, he nodded. ‘Mr. Jacobson,’ he said.

Old Blue looked at the man and shook his head.

Zero was published on 21st November by Canelo price £3.99 as an ebook, you can buy a copy here

About the Author:

Following his law degree where he developed an interest in criminal law, Matt Brolly completed his Masters in Creative Writing at Glasgow University.

He is the author of the DCI Lambert crime novels, Dead Eyed and Dead Lucky, and the near future crime trilogy, featuring DI Kate Swanson, which begins with Zero.

Matt lives in London with his wife and their two young children. You can find out more about Matt at his website MattBrolly.co.uk or by following him on twitter: @MatthewBrolly


Don’t forget to check out the other stops on the blog tour for some brilliant reviews!

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