In Search of A Revolution by Christoph Fischer
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
In Search of a Revolution by Christoph Fischer hooked me from the start. I enjoyed the interaction and dynamics between Zacharais and his friend Ansgar. It was clever that in spite of their political ideologies being polar opposites they could share such a deep relationship.
The historical backdrop was fascinating. The tug of war between Communism and Fascism was palpable in the realities of individuals. The larger countries manipulating like pawns the smaller ones; something that our World History is so riddled with, is brought into a personable and tangible story.
In youth Zacharais’ and Ansgar’s convictions are believably unrealistic; as life and realities throw them curves the characters grow and change as I believe all of us do in life.
The female characters were more than secondary supportive characters as the story unfolded. The women have their convictions and struggles as much as the men do. There are clever twists of irony; which I won’t discuss to avoid spoilers. It is in my opinion a mark of very good writing.
As in real life, some bad deeds went unpunished and others with their dose of deserved poetic justice.
In Search of a Revolution is Mr. Fischer’s return to Historical novels and I was thrilled. I enjoy his writing and admire the diversity but the historicals are my favorites. I absolutely LOVED this book.
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Monday, August 31, 2015
A Young Adult/Action Adventure~ Walking Among the Shadows: Belly of the Beast by Navi’ Robins
Shadows beware! A. Storm is coming……
Aiden Storm, a 17 year old high school student has discovered that he and his girlfriend Jasmine are descendants of two ancient supernatural bloodlines that have been at war for thousands of years, But despite the ongoing war between their factions the two teenagers have fallen deeply in love.
Now the two lovers have been thrust into a war that forces them in a direct conflict with their love for each other and duty to their own bloodlines and families. Can their love survive the ongoing conflict or will either of them be forced to choose a side over their love?
Aiden Storm, a 17 year old high school student has discovered that he and his girlfriend Jasmine are descendants of two ancient supernatural bloodlines that have been at war for thousands of years, But despite the ongoing war between their factions the two teenagers have fallen deeply in love.
Now the two lovers have been thrust into a war that forces them in a direct conflict with their love for each other and duty to their own bloodlines and families. Can their love survive the ongoing conflict or will either of them be forced to choose a side over their love?
Thirty miles outside the border of Babylon-1994,
Bullets whistled through the night at great speeds with violent intention of penetrating flesh and bone as a platoon of Shadows fired their automatic weapons towards Captain Manuel Storm Sr. He’d positioned himself behind a wall of hardened desert rock, preparing himself for a last stand against an enemy determined to make this hot and humid night his last. There weren’t any orders to bark out, no tasks to delegate because there wasn’t anyone else behind this wall. In an attempt to give those he commanded a fighting chance, the Captain orchestrated their successful escape, but in doing so, his own demise. Someone needed to stay behind, holding off these Shadow soldiers long enough for them to reach the rendezvous point for extraction. The Captain didn’t trust anyone else to carry out this suicide mission, not even his second in command and best friend Ricko Martinez.
Ricko, a very capable man with looks that rivaled the actor Denzel Washington and with the body structure of a professional wrestler, was the closest to anyone the captain trusted to stay behind. But the burden of leaving his best friend behind to die was something Manuel couldn’t live with. So he didn’t give anyone the option of accepting this final mission. Ricko, overcome with grief ragefully protested the captain’s decision, forcing five of the team members to restrain and carry him off against his will.
The captain peeked around the wall just in time to discover two Shadows moving through the darkness towards his right flank. He quickly pulled the trigger, dispatching them both with two quick shots. As he took cover he could hear them in the distance; their lifeless bodies falling heavily onto the hot desert floor.
Conserve ammo, conserve ammo.
Those two words kept running through his head like a popular song on the radio that you initially hate, but after weeks of repetition grow to love.
Left flank, check my left flank, he thought as he willed himself to move closer to the left side of the stone wall in front of him. Manuel was physically and mentally exhausted from having to constantly move and concentrate in the strangling heat. Even without the sun scorching this desert from its throne in the sky, it was still unbelievably hot and the stone wall in front of him gave off a heat that seemed to slowly cook the captain with each passing minute.
Manuel reached the far left side of the wall and pressed himself against it. He grimaced in pain as the heat from the rocks burned his arm. He hesitated for a second; inhaling deeply before sticking his head around the edge of the wall to see if any other Shadows were trying to maneuver on his left flank. The idea of facing death sent his emotions into frenzy, but nothing came close to the guilt of leaving his family behind in this evil world. The images of his two sons and pregnant wife flashed across his mind, causing his heart to shudder in his chest like a car’s engine ready to shut down for the last time.
Glancing from behind the wall he quickly noticed six Shadows moving towards his left, completely exposed, allowing the Captain to aim effectively without wasting ammo. It was an aggressive yet foolish tactic that was an uncharacteristic mistake from his adversaries. But this maneuver wasn’t what alarmed him. What concerned the Captain was if they were sending six to his left, there was a high probability another group of Shadows were also flanking him on the right.
Manuel shook his head and quickly slid to the right side of the wall just in time to catch a couple of Shadows fully morphed; crawling over the top of the wall like two demonic predators. They immediately began hissing and clawing at the Captain with their massive talons, attempting to tear the flesh from his bones. But the top of the wall was too high for them to reach him.
Infuriated, hatred erupted across their disfigured faces that looked like the skin of a dead carcass left in the desert sun; coarse and lifeless. Manuel had fought countless Shadows and sent them all to hell. But no matter how many he’s confronted, their appearance was still terrifying.
Manuel quickly planted two bullets in both their faces and rolled over, reaching the left side of the wall before their evil and lifeless forms slid down to the dirt like dead snakes. He quickly fired towards where he anticipated the other six Shadows were; immediately hearing their frightening screeches of pain filling the night air as his bullets found their targets. The remaining Shadows hiding in the darkness quickly returned fire, hitting the rock next to Manuel’s face. Pieces of the rock flew through the air like shards of glass, cutting the captain under his left eye. He quickly fell back and began moving backwards along the wall towards the two dead Shadows. He frantically began checking them for any weapons or ammo that he could use.
Dammit! Nothing! They were smart to send these two without anything I could use.
The Shadows were still firing towards the left side of the wall, sending more pieces of rock flying through the air at deadly speeds. Manuel could tell they were closing in on him and it would only be a matter of time before he had no other option but to submit to the reality of death. Looking at his gun he noticed he didn’t have many rounds left or additional clips at his disposal. The next few minutes would be very interesting, but he was determined to make each bullet count. As the gunfire intensified, now on both sides of the wall, Manuel readied himself for his last stand. He tried clearing his thoughts, but it was useless. He did what he had to do, but regretted he had to do it.
He fought with every muscle in his body not to allow himself to despair at the thought of never seeing his loved ones again. He knew his family would not take his passing well and their safety would now be in the hands of Ricko. He prayed that Ricko was up for the challenge because he wasn’t a Baraqu. Ricko was one hundred percent human and as skilled as he was in combat, going up against the Shadows would be a daunting task even for him. But the captain knew he must trust in his best friend, because tonight they had been betrayed and there was only one person who knew of this mission and that was—
Suddenly, a sound like a metal can hitting the ground echoed behind the wall. Manuel didn’t turn to see what had made that sound because he knew he only had time to dive out from behind the wall of desert rock before the heat and metal fragments of the grenade were propelled through the air, tearing his body to pieces. Even though he had moved far enough to avoid getting killed by the shrapnel, the concussive power from the blast flung him through the air; slamming the left side of his body against the edge of the wall and tossing him to the ground like a rag doll. The blast created a dust cloud that seemed to stick to the Shadows’ dark figures as they moved in closer.
Like a saw grinding up against a piece of wood, Manuel could feel his broken ribs scraping against the flesh on his side. The pain was so intense it caused him to cough uncontrollably as he tried to pick his body up from the dirt.
Get up! Get your ass up! This fight isn’t over yet. You still have a few rounds left in this gun and two machetes at your side; you will not die until you use them all!
The Shadows seeing an opportunity, decided to sweep in for the kill. Five Shadows rushed in through the dust cloud like black cloaked phantoms, moving so fast that they pulled a trail of dust behind them as they glided with talons outstretched, ready to split their enemy in two.
Ignoring the pain of his broken ribs, Manuel sat up and fired at the two Shadows closest to him. The shots rang out with an echo that seemed to enhance the atmosphere of death throughout this dark field of battle. The Shadows screamed, twisting and clawing at the air as the bullets tore into their dark forms, slamming them into the ground. With an amazing resolve few men alive have inside them, the captain managed to get to his feet and started moving forward towards the attacking Shadows. His aim was flawless and his concentration unwavering. He was determined to take out as many of these abominations as his wounded body and limited ammunition would allow.
One, two, three, four shots rang out and four Shadows fell to the dirt as the cloud created by the grenade began to clear, revealing more Shadows whisking through the night trying to be the one to take out this highly skilled and valuable target. While he dispatched one Shadow after another, Manuel kept note of how much ammunition he had left. He knew the Shadows wouldn’t give him time to discover he was empty before they pounced on him. Every step forward caused Manuel more pain as his broken ribs began to cut through his side. The pain after each step made it difficult to keep his balance, but it seemed like an unseen force kept him standing and moving forward, taking down one Shadow after another.
Without warning a Shadow attempted to attack him from behind. Like a well-rehearsed dance routine Manuel spun around, switching positions with the unsuspecting Shadow and ended the deadly ballet with the nozzle of his gun directly below the twisted and deformed chin of his assailant. He pulled the trigger, releasing his final bullet. The Shadow’s face exploded into a black mist of dark matter as its sinister form fell to the ground.
The other Shadows hesitated while watching their comrade die in such a flamboyant way. Manuel wasn’t sure if they were admiring his handiwork or terrified. Either way, he had more tricks and horrible things in store for them. He slowly reached down on either side of him and pulled out his favorite weapons. Two custom machetes made by a very powerful Warlock that once sided with the Baraqu many years ago. Each machete was about two and a half feet long with a leather handle that seemed much older than the steel it held. The blades sparkled as they reflected the glow of the moon that lit up the night sky in this barren desert. Each blade was inscribed with a powerful spell that was like a deadly poison to a Shadow. Death by these machetes was painful and the legend of their death count was well known to everyone fighting this war between the Shadows and the Baraqu.
At the sight of these two legendary blades the Shadows slowly backed away from Manuel. None of them wanted to be the first to feel the sting of the cut, the deep hellish pain of the poison infecting their dark bodies. The captain smiled. He could see the fear in the hollow void where their eyes should be. But he also knew that even though they feared the blades he held tightly in his hands, eventually one of these abominations would get the best of him. But until then, he aimed to become the nightmare of nightmares. His final thoughts before readying himself were of his two sons, his wife Alexia, and the unborn child he would never meet. He longed to see them and suffered at the thought of never holding them in his arms again. But there was no sense in feeling regret. He was alone in this desert facing down a multitude of enemies.
This is going to be a wonderful death.
Without fear and forgetting the pain of his injuries; Manuel Storm charged into the ranks of the Shadows who stood before him. Disappearing into a cloud of dark matter…
Bestselling author Navi’ Robins was born in Chicago, IL and comes from a family as diverse as the characters in his novels. At the young age of 10 his family relocated to the West African country of Liberia and while living abroad for 7 years he found and nourished his immersive imagination. Learning and living with different cultures and languages gave Navi’ a unique prospective on life and self expression that can be experienced while reading one of his novels.
After several years at attempting to complete a novel; in 2012 Navi’ was able to complete his first novel entitled Walking Among the Shadows: Awakening, which is the first book in a planned 7 book series. Walking Among the Shadows: Awakening was officially published in May of 2013 to rave reviews with a small yet dedicated following. Wanting to push himself to write in different genres Navi’ Robins pinned 3 short stories in another series entitled Article 88: Jericho’s Revenge. On October 23rd 2014 Navi’ Robins released a revised edition of his first novel Walking Among the Shadows: Awakening debuting at # 18 in the top 100 bestsellers in the Thriller/Paranormal genre. Since then Awakening has remained a top 100 bestseller on Amazon.com and peaked at #4 in March 2015. On March 24th 2015 Navi’ Robins released his first romance novel Tragedy, Lust & Destiny to rave reviews from book bloggers and readers alike becoming an Amazon.com bestseller two days after its release.
Sunday, August 30, 2015
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Saturday, August 29, 2015
CASTING LOTS by William D Mc Eachern
Historical Fiction
Date Published: January 14
Casting Lots is the tale of how a Greek slave, Lucinius, becomes an influential religious leader and literary figure in the First Century A.D. His spiritual awakening is prompted by an unlikely mentor, a Centurion, who was at the crucifixion.
Lucinius is ordered by his master to assemble the stories told by eye-witnesses to the life and death of Jesus Christ. Cornelius was the Centurion at the Crucifixion. Cornelius is hated by the Jews and the Romans. He is haunted by the Crucifixion because he won the shroud worn by Christ in a game of dice. He takes Lucinius on a journey throughout the Empire and tells him what seem to be fantastic stories about famous Romans during the era of the Republic, some 100 years ago. These stories contain elements which Cornelius could not possibly know, unless he is making them up or unless there is some other explanation.
The book answers the question of who wrote the Gospel of Luke and why he wrote it. The book answers the question of who is Cornelius and why he said Jesus was an innocent man at his Crucifixion. Thus, it is a tale of the two men's spiritual journeys.
Excerpt
I walked to his home again. The streets were crowded and the world’s smells washed over me: the sweat of the men, the perfumes of the women, the urine of the animals, bread baking, cloth just cut, fruit drying on the stands, gutters of the streets, leather being tanned. Sweet, pungent, acrid, acidic, salty, bitter, biting smells grabbed my nostrils as if I smelled these for the first time. The smells were counterpoint to the sounds of the city. The hammer of the artist cracking tiles, rocks, and glass to make mosaics, bleating of sheep and lowing of cows as they awaited slaughter, the rumble of wagons carrying bolts of cloth, or carcasses of meat and exotic goods along the cobblestone streets, the tramp of soldiers’ caligae, their hob-nails clicking on stone, as they marched, crying babies needing to be nursed, yelling mothers trying to find lost children, heralds blaring out the whereabouts of some legion killing some barbarians somewhere on some frontier, tax collectors demanding payment of tax, while the taxpayer screamed insults or begged for mercy, and the sound of my heart pounding so hard that it might burst, blended together in a discordant cacophony of life. If the smells did not grab your attention, or if the sounds did not demand your notice, then the play of light would surely command your consideration. The light side-by-side with the dark was sharp, stark, defined, and distinct, as where the land ends and the seas begin. You walked most of the time in the shadow of the tall insulae, the apartment buildings, fearing that from the darkness above would flow that most unsavory of liquids. Then the sunlight blaring from a blue crystal-clear sky dazzled your eyes, when you walked across some broad street. The brilliant sun radiated off the temples’ gold-leaf veneers. You were in the presence of the Gods. All the while, I thought about how I could approach him. An offer of money, I thought, would only insult and repel him. The quest of my master disgusted and dismayed him. Before I had decided what to do and how to do it, I was there at his door. “Damno ad averno!” (“Damn it to hell!”) Cornelius spat as spoke these words as if the spitting added to the curse. “I will wait until you tell me.” I stood resolutely. “What?” “I will wait until you tell me.” I sat down and smiled slightly. “Get underfoot, eh?” “If necessary.” “All day and all night?” he asked. “If necessary.” He turned into the darkness of his home. I waited. Time passed. Then I saw him coming back, his vitis rudis, that is his vine hand. No true centurion was ever without the symbol of his authority, his vitis rudis, gnarled and worn. “Do you think a man who has wielded this,” he gestured with his vitis rudis, “will ever break?” “Do you think that a slave who has been beaten all of his life will fear one more beating?” “Well, that is the first thing you have said that makes any sense at all!” He smiled.
About the Author
William D. McEachern is a graduate of Duke University with a bachelor of arts in religion and psychology. His focus at Duke was on early Christianity. His fascination with Rome grew out of his Latin and Greek classes at St. Paul's School in New York in the early 1960s. Reading Caesar fueled his love of Rome and ancient history, which he has studied for half a century. A practicing tax attorney for more than thirty-five years, he has written numerous articles and several law treatises about estate planning, estate and gift taxation, and the use of trusts. In this his first novel, Mr. McEachern's unique voice blends law, religion, and history.
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Friday, August 28, 2015
BEAUTY of FEAR & DEAR LORNA by L.E. PEREZ
Beauty Of Fear
The First One died to pique her interest,
The Second to touch her soul.
The Third One died to steal her peace,
The Fourth makes Fear, his goal.
Violence leaves a stain on your soul, and the fear that accompanies that violence can never be removed. It can be hidden, shadowed, and put away, but throw in just the right set of circumstances and it will blossom once again.
Leigh Ramirez has been through a lot in her short life: an abusive husband, raising two kids on her own, and two near death experiences on the job. All she wants now is to get back to a sense of normalcy, in her life and at work. She wants to move on from all that’s happened to her. It was her decision to leave police work and put that life behind her, but when a young girl is found dead in a local park with something of Leigh’s in her hand, Leigh is lured back into the world she left behind.
Someone wants Leigh to experience the beauty of fear. They want her to live it, feel it, and breathe it.
As young women continue to turn up dead, their resemblance to Leigh is lost on no one, least of all her. Each victim found takes a piece of her soul, steals more of her peace. It doesn’t take long for Leigh to realize that this can have only one end. Even while her friends try to protect her, Leigh refuses to go into hiding and is ultimately forced to face her greatest fear, as it threatens both her children’s lives and her own. AMAZON UK and AMAZON .
In Her Own words
Hmmm...What to say...
Born and raised in New York City, moved to Scranton to raise my kids and once they were teenagers, moved to Northern Virginia. Now? Enjoying the warmth in Orlando with my honey.
Other than that, I guess I'm a lot like my character Leigh. I've worked corrections, probation, not police...I've done a little of everything. I'm a second degree black belt in Tae Kwon Do and keep my hair short for reasons of my own. I've been writing and daydreaming forever but fear, lack of confidence, life, gave me every excuse not to finish my work. And along came FanFiction. I found a place where I could let my imagination run wild, reading and writing, which resulted in me picking up my manuscript, dusting it off and reworking the darn thing. Somewhere along the way I fell in love with my characters so I kind of let them write themselves. And they did. Now you all get to meet the folks in my Fear series.
Me? I write, all the time. In line at Walmart, at the amusement park, in the bathroom...yep the bathroom, thank goodness for smartphones. So expect lots more from me...soon!
Dear Lorna
Pain reminds us that we breathe
Angst reminds us why we cry
Loss reminds us what we yearn for
Love is why we don’t die.
Love is a funny thing. Sometimes only tragedy can bring it to light. Sky and Lorna are best friends. Working together has had its ups a downs especially when one is in law enforcement. A misunderstanding and betrayal threatens to destroy a friendship based on years of love and understanding. What happens when the worst happens? Can love bring you back? Can you ever be who you were or is the love you suddenly discover doomed to fall silent?AMAZOM UK
THE REPLACEMENTS by DAVID PUTNAM
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Bruno Johnson, ex-detective with Los Angeles County Sheriff's Department and an ex-convict, is hiding out from the FBI in Costa Rica, tending bar to support eight children he illegally rescued from abusive homes. Partway through a normal day, Barbara Wicks, a former colleague and the chief of police for Montclair, California, walks into his bar. Bruno is shocked to the core. Is she there to arrest him and take him back to California? Turns out she's there to request Bruno's help. Two children have been kidnapped.
The kidnapper, Jonas Mabry, was himself a victim whom Bruno rescued as a small child. Now Mabry demands a fool's retribution, a million dollar ransom, and Bruno to put his life on the line to get the money. In this twisted turn of fate, Bruno returns as a wanted criminal to California. Despite the risk of arrest and even his life, he cannot turn his back on these kids. And neither can Bruno's girlfriend, Marie.
Bruno Johnson,
ex-detective with Los Angeles County Sheriff's Department and an ex-convict, is
hiding out from the FBI in Costa Rica, tending bar to support eight children he
illegally rescued from abusive homes. Partway through a normal day, Barbara Wicks,
a former colleague and the chief of police for Montclair, California, walks
into his bar. Bruno is shocked to the core.
Is she there to arrest him and take him back to California? Turns out
she's there to request Bruno's help. Two
children have been kidnapped.
The kidnapper, Jonas
Mabry, was himself a victim whom Bruno rescued as a small child. Now Mabry demands a fool's retribution, a
million dollar ransom, and Bruno to put his life on the line to get the money.
In this twisted turn of fate, Bruno returns as a wanted criminal to
California. Despite the risk of arrest
and even his life, he cannot turn his back on these kids. And neither can Bruno's girlfriend, Marie.
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
During his law enforcement career, David Putnam worked primarily in California on special teams for Patrol, Investigations, SWAT, Narcotics, Violent Crimes, Criminal Intelligence, Internal Affairs, Detective Bureau and as child protective services coordinator.
He rounded out his law enforcement career with a few years in the Hawaiian Islands as a Special Agent-part of a real-life "Hawaii-50″ team.
He's now retired from law enforcement and spends his time growing organic California avocados and writing, with his wife Mary and their two dogs.
EXCERPT
The day the house bled
started out sunny and warm. I was a rookie street cop in South Central Los
Angeles. I worked uniform patrol for the sheriff ’s department, a job that
could impact the community in so many positive ways. I ferreted out the
predators, either put them in jail or prodded them until they moved on to
another neighborhood. I liked working with the kids the most. I tried to find
them before they were corrupted by the cancerous part of the street. There were
the lost causes, but most kids wanted to better themselves and were hungry for
guidance.
The absolute worst
part of the job was bearing witness to the lowest ebb of humanity. I never
could understand the motivation, the reasoning, the excuses for harming
children. Because there weren’t any. Not in this world or any other.
The day of the
horrible bleeding house incident started out great. A Blood by the name of
Little Ghost had been dodging me for weeks. Anytime I was able to feed my
handcuffs with a predator gave me a warm feeling. He’d set up shop slinging
rock cocaine two blocks from a middle school, and I hadn’t been able to nab
him. That day I put on a gray raincoat over my uniform and snuck up on him
through a back alley, caught him right in the middle of a hand-to-hand deal.
So I was having a good
day until the call to “keep the peace” came my way. I pulled up to a house in
East Compton. White Street, west of Atlantic. A house like any other on the
street, light blue with dark blue trim, maybe maintained a little better with a
mowed lawn and a trimmed hedge. A man in slacks and a long- sleeve blue dress
shirt stood out front wringing his hands, his expression one of genuine
concern. I pulled up and parked half in the driveway, half in the street, and
got out. “How can I help you, sir?”
“My name’s Micah
Mabry, and I’m worried about my kids, Jonas, Betsy, and Sally. Jonas is five,
Betsy’s seven, and Sally, she’s…she’s eight. Yes…yes, she’s eight last October.
I knocked and knocked and they won’t answer the door. Please, you have to help
me. Please.”
“Okay, Mr. Mabry, slow
down and start from the beginning.” “Right, right, sure. My wife Bella and I
are separated. We’re
getting a divorce.”
“I’m sorry.”
He waved off the
apology. “It’s okay, it’s a long story. But two nights ago she was supposed to
meet me at McDonald’s. I was supposed to get my three kids for the weekend.”
Dispatch hadn’t told
me this was a hostage exchange—the term used for child custody conflicts. The
adults never acted like adults, and the losers
were always the
children caught between parents
they loved, with
their petty conflicts
and wounded egos. The parents’ bitter emotions were the worst to deal
with in these incidents. People became irrational. Child custody calls tore at
my gut. I couldn’t stand to see children cry and I always had to suppress the
urge to do something about it.
Mabry continued, “She
never showed up. I’ve tried to call her for the last two days, so I came over
here. Listen, I’m going to tell you up front, she has a restraining order
against me, and I’m not supposed to be here.”
No wonder she wasn’t
answering the door. I couldn’t allow him
to stay if he was telling the truth about the TRO, the temporary restraining
order. I said, “Do you have the court custody papers signed by the judge?”
“Yeah, yeah, sure.” He
pulled them from his back pocket. I checked; they were complete and in order.
He was right, it was his turn to have the kids. “Okay,” I said, “Here’s the
deal. All I’m allowed to do in this case is take a report and submit it to the
DA as a violation of a court order, a PC 166.4—”
“You can’t make her
give me my kids?”
“No, you have to have
your attorney pull her back into family court.”
“Come on, that can
take forever.”
“I know, I’m sorry.” I
sat in the front seat and filled in the report form while he stood in the open
door of the patrol unit staring down. I knew he was staring at me, and I
couldn’t look up at him. He pulled out his wallet. “Deputy Johnson, you have
kids?”
I was raising my
daughter on my own and found it damn difficult to juggle her upbringing with an
ever-shifting patrol schedule. I knew how hard it was to raise children and
disliked him a little for throwing the kid card.
He held out his
wallet, the plastic sleeves cloudy from overuse. The kids were cute. What child
wasn’t? I wrote the case number down on a business card, got out, and stood in
the open door. I handed it to him. Micah Mabry stared at the card as if it were
a disappearing lifeline.
I said, “Ah, hell. You
knocked?”
“Yes, yes. I’ve been
here for an hour. I’ve knocked again and again the entire time. I know they’re
in there. Please, Deputy?”
Son of a bitch. I
reached in and picked up the mic. “Two- fifty-five-Adam, start another unit to
back. I’m going to force entry.”
I’d hardly unkeyed the
mic when Sergeant Foreman came up on the air. “Negative, Two-fifty-five-Adam.
Stand by, I’m responding.”
Once Foreman arrived,
no way would he do anything other than
what the book said.
I tossed the mic onto
the seat. The window configuration of the house, outlined in dark blue paint
against the light blue of the house, made the windows look like the eyes of a
monster. I walked with purpose to the
front door. I’d made up my mind and didn’t want to think about the
consequences. I knocked loud enough for the neighbors to hear. No answer.
“What’s your wife’s name?”
“Bella. Her name’s
Bella, but this won’t do any good. I’ve tried.”
I believed him and was
beginning to have a bad feeling about the entire situation. I yelled, “Bella,
this is Deputy Johnson with the Los Angeles County Sheriff’s Department. I need
you to open the door. Come to the door and talk to me. Now.” Something was wrong
about the whole setup. Anxiety rose up in me, and I could no longer follow
proper protocol.
I looked down just as
water, a little at first, then more, seeped under the door and out onto the
porch.
I stepped back and
booted the door.
Review
"Putnam’s thrilling sequel to 2014’s The Disposables finds Bruno Johnson, a former L.A. sheriff’s cop, settled in Costa Rica with his wife, Marie, and the eight abused children they rescued and took (illegally) from the U.S. Early in his career, Johnson intervened in a violent domestic case and managed to save the life of five-year-old Jonas Mabry. Now an adult, Jonas has kidnapped two young girls and will deal only with Johnson. Johnson is unable to resist the appeal of Montclair, Calif., police chief Barbra Wicks, and returns to California to track down Jonas. Jonas proves to be a diabolically clever opponent as he runs circles around Johnson, leading him down one blind alley after another and forcing him to make desperate moves. Putnam steadily ratchets up the tension, while memorable supporting characters, like the courageous Marie, help engage reader interest."
(Publishers Weekly)
The hero of this rowdy novel made his first appearance two years ago in The Disposables. The sequel
makes quick mention of the earlier adventure in an opening chapter, then gets down to the violent life of
ex-cop, ex-con Bruno Johnson. The plot motor is a twist on a detective-story standby: a long-forgotten
crime surfaces to haunt the hero. But here it’s Johnson’s good deed that sets things off. In a stunning
opening, we flashback to a day when Johnson rescued a child shot by his mother. Now the child is grown
up and mean, and he’s seeking, for reasons the author withholds till the finale, a nutty revenge. Johnson
had hoped for the tamer life of a bartender, but he must go rogue again and, this time, battle thieves and
killers before bringing the story home. The narrative charges ahead full tilt, like a bullet train. Readers may
find the plot overcomplicated, and the good-hearted heels a bit of a stretch, but that hardly matters when
the action won’t slow down, and we’re with the story all the way.
(Booklist)
"The Replacements is listed as a thriller. And it is just that. As the plot thickens, Bruno's heart is racing as will yours as you read of his exploits. You know that he is wanted by the FBI. But on realizing that he is giving his kids a life free of fear and torture, you just have to be on his side. I thoroughly enjoyed this book and am anxiously awaiting the next episode."
―Bookloons.com
(―Bookloons.com)
“The three-dimensional characters (especially the villain) turn this urban jungle sequel to The Disposables into a fantastic cat and mouse thriller. Loaded with suspense that intensifies throughout, Jonas proves a very competent puppeteer pulling the strings of valiant desperate Bruno and equally brave Marie.”
(The Midwest Book Review)
"The novel is fast paced and entertaining. At some points, the plot does become a bit tangled and more complex than it needs to be, but the book’s saving points are always its adventure and characters. Unlike most action novels, the narrative does not shy away from being emotionally complicated, delving into the mental repercussions of kidnapping and murder. This allows the book to carve a unique identity for itself in a genre riddled with similar plots and characters. Fans of action novels will get the most out of this book. While it is a sequel, reading the first in the series is not necessary to enjoy the second book.”
(ForeWord Reviews)
“The Replacements is a book that reels you in with the hope of a happy story, but first drags you along the rocks of despair. It shows the reader that even through trials and heartache, one can still come out strong and righteous.”
(Killer Nashville)
“Harsh, brutal, violent – Bruno is not averse to employing a bit of the aforementioned in his efforts to get him closer to the missing kids. So probably not a book for the faint-hearted.
I loved it myself….great characters with heart, doses of humour and plenty of action. Unlikely characters, such as Karl Drago – our whale-like bank robber revealing hidden depths of humanity and stoicism and a desire to do the right thing, despite all the previous evidence to the contrary.
A fantastic read.
5 from 5
(―Col’s Criminal Library)
(Publishers Weekly)
The hero of this rowdy novel made his first appearance two years ago in The Disposables. The sequel
makes quick mention of the earlier adventure in an opening chapter, then gets down to the violent life of
ex-cop, ex-con Bruno Johnson. The plot motor is a twist on a detective-story standby: a long-forgotten
crime surfaces to haunt the hero. But here it’s Johnson’s good deed that sets things off. In a stunning
opening, we flashback to a day when Johnson rescued a child shot by his mother. Now the child is grown
up and mean, and he’s seeking, for reasons the author withholds till the finale, a nutty revenge. Johnson
had hoped for the tamer life of a bartender, but he must go rogue again and, this time, battle thieves and
killers before bringing the story home. The narrative charges ahead full tilt, like a bullet train. Readers may
find the plot overcomplicated, and the good-hearted heels a bit of a stretch, but that hardly matters when
the action won’t slow down, and we’re with the story all the way.
(Booklist)
"The Replacements is listed as a thriller. And it is just that. As the plot thickens, Bruno's heart is racing as will yours as you read of his exploits. You know that he is wanted by the FBI. But on realizing that he is giving his kids a life free of fear and torture, you just have to be on his side. I thoroughly enjoyed this book and am anxiously awaiting the next episode."
―Bookloons.com
(―Bookloons.com)
“The three-dimensional characters (especially the villain) turn this urban jungle sequel to The Disposables into a fantastic cat and mouse thriller. Loaded with suspense that intensifies throughout, Jonas proves a very competent puppeteer pulling the strings of valiant desperate Bruno and equally brave Marie.”
(The Midwest Book Review)
"The novel is fast paced and entertaining. At some points, the plot does become a bit tangled and more complex than it needs to be, but the book’s saving points are always its adventure and characters. Unlike most action novels, the narrative does not shy away from being emotionally complicated, delving into the mental repercussions of kidnapping and murder. This allows the book to carve a unique identity for itself in a genre riddled with similar plots and characters. Fans of action novels will get the most out of this book. While it is a sequel, reading the first in the series is not necessary to enjoy the second book.”
(ForeWord Reviews)
“The Replacements is a book that reels you in with the hope of a happy story, but first drags you along the rocks of despair. It shows the reader that even through trials and heartache, one can still come out strong and righteous.”
(Killer Nashville)
“Harsh, brutal, violent – Bruno is not averse to employing a bit of the aforementioned in his efforts to get him closer to the missing kids. So probably not a book for the faint-hearted.
I loved it myself….great characters with heart, doses of humour and plenty of action. Unlikely characters, such as Karl Drago – our whale-like bank robber revealing hidden depths of humanity and stoicism and a desire to do the right thing, despite all the previous evidence to the contrary.
A fantastic read.
5 from 5
(―Col’s Criminal Library)
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