Ethan Justice: Origins (Ethan Justice Books) (Volume 1)
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In the morning, he's struggling to remember. By the evening, he's struggling to survive. John Smith's risk avoidance policy just expired!
Waking up beside the gorgeous Savannah Jones, John is shocked to learn she was for hire, and he can't pay the price - a thousand pounds or broken legs. In desperation, he turns to best friend, Mark, for the money. Only one problem - Mark has a dagger in his back.
John and Savannah are plunged into a dangerous world where wits and adrenaline are their only weapons and trust in each other their only certainty. As the body count mounts, they discover Mark wasn't the person John thought, and his terrifying invention may well end up killing thousands, John and Savannah included.
A race to recover the missing invention pits the unlikely pairing against ex-SAS psychopath, Gregory Fisher, a man who will stop at nothing and kill anyone in his way to wreak revenge against the Government who stole his livelihood.
When Smith and Jones team up, the result is explosive.
Ethan Justice: Origins is a fast-paced, action-packed, character-driven thriller, guaranteed to make you laugh out loud, cringe, cry and cheer.
This book contains a few violent scenes, a dash of sex and the odd bit of bad language, so please don't buy it if you are easily offended.
lost cause - shouldn’t she be running a mile? She couldn’t help but realise that the more time they spent together, the safer she felt around him. Wondering what John’s thoughts would be on how to best resolve the Christos problem, she decided to see how the night went and make a decision in the cold light of day tomorrow. With their Harrods bags filled with their used clothes, they headed for the suite having politely declined assistance from the hotel’s staff. John had such a way with words,
discussing flavoured lubricants. I don’t mind their kind but they should keep it to the privacy of their own homes. There is no need to rub it in people’s faces. Failure has made me less tolerant than usual. I had suspected extra reinforcement underneath the Mercedes and made adjustments accordingly. The explosion should have torn through the undercarriage like butter, but instead the car had risen like a NASA rocket launch. Perhaps attempting to disintegrate the occupants had not been my best
really nice.” With the pounding in John’s head relegated to a low priority, the memory of the night began to surface. Mark had lost his bet on the football match and had seemed somewhat dejected until Carmen, the Spanish waitress, had arrived with a friend - Samantha or something? John had hit it off immediately with Carmen’s friend, which should have been a clue the size of a skyscraper, but he had been drunk so he should cut himself a little slack. She had come home with him - the same woman
coat. No wonder they wore them all the time. With a concerted effort, she raised the gun to his head and pulled the trigger once more but the shot missed and he was on her in a second, tearing the gun from her grasp and stuffing it back into his trousers. His top lip curled as he placed his own gun back in its holster and glared at Savannah. “You’re no better than my drug-addicted slag of a daughter.” Wilson cocked his huge arm back behind his head and made a fist. “Well, you can die here with
releases his grip on Burlington’s tie, and the solicitor drops back into his chair. Jackson’s hands clasp the top of his head. I can almost hear his teeth grind behind the pained grimace. “What do you want from me?” Now we’re getting somewhere. A red-faced Burlington loosens his tie and releases the top button of his shirt, panting as he recovers his breath. “We’ll let you know.” Good. I told him to use that line. Burlington is regaining his confidence. He has his uses. Jackson drops his arms