Ethan Justice: Origins (Ethan Justice Books) (Volume 1)

Simon Jenner

Language: English

Pages: 246

ISBN: 1481148478

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


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.

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John shook his head. “I’m thirty-two, I wish people would realise that. ” “I’m not talking about your age. In terms of life, you’ve never lived, done anything serious or been anywhere that wasn’t a vacation. You’ve virtually no experience of the world and its pleasures, and you think Savannah will see right through you. You might be one brave son of a bitch but you’ve got zero self-confidence. ” Strangely, John found no offence in Johnson’s words. “I would have ... how do you Americans put it ... sucked?

I scream as I let my punch go with every ounce of pent up frustration in my body and mind. My knuckles crunch through two layers of plasterboard and a two by four inch piece of timber. Pieces of plasterboard explode into the air before falling to the floor, leaving a cloud of dust in their wake. I suck up the pain and hold it in. My mind clears. I will not be stopped. * The Earthguard agents had relocated John and Savannah to a small safe house in Hammersmith, close to the tube line. They were to stay there until Monday morning, at which time they would take up their new identities at Justice Investigations.

I reckon I’ll use it to pay your protector. ” No reply. John pressed his ear to the door and swore he could hear beeps from the buttons of a mobile phone. He picked up the countdown again. “Three, two... He’s not close enough to save you from burning to death, honey... One. ” Savannah stared at John in disbelief. “You could help me out here,” he mouthed almost silently. Her eyes lit up. “No, Calvin, don’t burn her! Christos made her do it I’m sure. Put the lighter fluid down, please. ” No Oscars anytime soon but it might just work if Amy was already scared enough.

I’m sorry,” she said returning to her hanging coat. “I thought I’d picked up a five hundred pound note. ” What had she just said? She knew there was no such note, right? She looked at John whose mouth had disappeared behind his hand but she could see the laughter in his eyes. Bastard. This time she took small and slow steps on her way back with two fifty pound notes in her hand. She looked into the old man’s eyes. There wasn’t a hint of emotion in there. She handed him the cash. “Keep the change,” she said.

Savannah didn’t move. Memories of Christos’ threats echoed in her head. As she spoke, a world of worry dropped from her shoulders, drowning the lingering guilt at betraying John. “I’ll do it. ” * John leaned against a pillar and watched a multitude of drivers as they either parked and exited their vehicle or got in and drove away. If Savannah was on a train, she was either hidden or already gone. Standing still felt like self-torture but he needed to recover his breath. After a minute he began to wander amongst the cars looking into windows, dashing from vehicle to vehicle like his life depended on it.

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