Want a killer read for your Kindle? Knife-edge action for your Nook? A crime-thriller for your Kobo? Intrigue for your iPad*? There’s all that and masses more (including but not limited to dead bodies, weird sisters, guitar heroes and strange sex) in A LAST ACT OF CHARITY by Frank Westworth, which is out on 25 September 2014.
And from today the ebook is available to pre-order at Amazon, in the UK and the US (and probably other places too: check your local site)
‘As Stoner turned from closing the door he became aware of the gun. Aware that a gun was being raised to point at him. Aware that he was unarmed. This is how it will end. This is how it ends for just about all contract killers. Stoner immediately accepted the futility of resistance, the pointlessness of heroism, and raised his gaze from the gun to the eyes of his better…’
JJ Stoner once killed people: for the military, as a mercenary, for a living. Highly-trained, finely-honed and used hard, Stoner now seeks not to kill as he investigates underworld activities for the intelligence agencies, an entirely deniable operative in sleazy situations. Less the blunt instrument, more the swift stiletto…
‘Blind eyes greeted him as he entered the room. Blind eyes staring from a severed head. Hard to read, though they stared with focus, weeping for his attention. Stoner ignored them. A sight like this was a trap set to mislead, to confuse, to shock. He was not shocked. Not by a severed head.’
A series of brutal, blood-soaked murders look to be right up Stoner’s street. When the investigation spirals in queasy circles, JJ seeks release in blues music and weird sex with treacherous women. An old army comrade, equally lethal, steps out of the shadows. Is he friend or foe? And who are the seductive killing sisters?
Find out in A LAST ACT OF CHARITY, now available to pre-order in paperback and ebook formats.
‘The naked, hairless woman stared hard at the broken, bloodied man, wondering whether he was alive, conscious, and if so what he made of the sight he saw. He blinked again, just the right eye, and from that eye there rolled a tear. Just one.’