Knight's Ransom (The E Z Knight Reports): The E Z Knight Reports Series
Gordon A Kessler
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For E Z Knight, when it rains, it pours—and it seldom tastes anything like water.
In this first novel published of ”The E Z Knight Reports” series, E Z has a million-dollar contract on his head and a whole boatload of hit men after his ass. Even worse, a young Russian beauty has just handed him a photo of his six-year-old goddaughter wearing a vest wired with enough plastic explosives to bring down the Golden Gate Bridge.
Nowadays, all E Z wants is to be left alone. He seeks an uncomplicated and safe life, living with his golden retriever, Jazzy Brass, on a sailboat in Southern California. But his past won’t cooperate. When, only two minutes before his neighbor’s sailboat blows up in front of him, he’s handed a picture of his best friend’s kidnapped daughter strapped with Semtex, he knows there’ll be no peace today. He’s stared down death more times than he can remember, but death hasn’t come to harvest someone this close to him since his wife was murdered six years ago.
E Z’s former best friend, Jason Ryder, is up for an Oscar, and the man’s newly divorced wife, actress Stella Hutchins, is E Z’s very hot ex-girlfriend. With their little girl in jeopardy, they must put on a facade of normalcy on the biggest night of their lives—that could also be their last.
A walk down the Academy Awards’ Red Carpet is a new experience for an old Leatherneck, but former US Force Recon Marine, E Z Knight isn’t shy. He’d do anything to get his goddaughter back safely—be it by bullet or by bedroom—and he must have a little of both to get to the bottom of this one.
Teaming up with a spicy little Russian who carries a Mach 10, an old woman who flips him the bird every morning, and a couple of his old comrades-in-arms, E Z’s bound to track down little Sophie Ryder’s abductors, rescue her, get her home unharmed, and do away with some very nasty bastards, all in short order. But in the hours to come, a deadly old nemesis returns, and a new team of very lethal assassins strikes at his heart.
E Z never liked killing, but he’s good at it, and the next forty-eight hours are bound to be murder.
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A sexy, humorous and irreverent series as well as a somewhat realistic and poignant look at the darker side of life, crime and the human condition. With a modern-day, ramped up and gritty "The Rockford Files"/"Magnum PI" feel, a Jack Bauer-capable hero and a "24" pace, this series consists of page-thrumming, novels.
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"The E Z Knight Reports" series has a special section on the author's website and blog (gordonkessler.com) with info on each of the books, E Z Knight, Jazzy Brass and the "Knight Girls". You'll also find information about the author and his other novels and works.
had. * * * “Hold on, Jazzy Brass,” I tell her, and she hunkers down as I bring the seatbelt through her collar and across her body, while hoping it might do some good and not strangle her if things get rough. “We’re about to have a little fun.” I pull out an ancient eight-track tape from a plastic case and shove it into an even more ancient tape player. At the next corner, I shift back from third to second and take the turn with my foot half-way down on the accelerator. As Steppenwolf blares
pretend the name hasn’t fazed me. “Not that it’s any of my concern, especially since I’m not playing the handyman, hired-killer game anymore, but your whole personnel focus seems to have shifted in a strange direction.” “The women? I’ve found women are especially good for much of the detail work. I mostly use them for surveillance and deliveries. But they’re all quite good in about any role I have for them.” I’m eyeing the little Porsche in front of me. Zoya has slowed down as well, and she’s
her nude body to see if she was telling me the truth. I turned in the doorway to finally leave, and she tugged on my arm, yet again. I was getting very tired of this woman. It wouldn’t have taken much for me to turn around and smack her — and that’s coming from a man who’s never struck or intentionally hurt a woman. But she was really pushing those buttons. And I knew she’d pushed a few of them on purpose. I opened the door and didn’t look back. Bruno was done with the Bentley and he’d parked
need or appreciate the sympathy. She went on in a hypnotic, rambling fashion. Zoya had always dreamed of getting married, having kids and living happily ever after — it’s what got her through the hard times growing up with two brothers who molested her and a mother who she hardly saw because she had to work to support them. Zoya worked hard herself, doing housework and laundry for the rich. She was raped constantly by either her employers or her own brothers. At least her employers paid her
have much time to spare. As Rabbit strode away to catch up on his Saturday morning chores at the Galley and Grog, I stood next to Reckless Abandon and stared to where Nauti-Gal had been docked. Jazzy Brass sauntered up to me, and I gave her the customary scratch behind her ear. “You miss that old woman, too — don’t ya girl?” I said. “She was a pain in the ass, but who’d want to kill her?” I glanced down at Jazzy and she looked up, panting. “Yep, we’ll miss her.” “No, you won’t,” came a voice