Their Will Be Done

Their Will Be Done – Check out Bill Johnstone’s Authors Page on Amazon. Excerpt from Chapter 1 Mike McCabe twirled the ice around the glass, had a sip of the Black Label scotch and sampled another eyeful of the blonde doing her rounds in the middle of the room. She was the perfect hostess, the pristine […]

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The Politics of Murder

The Politics of Murder UK   USA   CDN   AU   This is a fast paced, action thriller sure to please readers of the genre. Written in Reece Pocock’s taut style, the characters are compelling and the plot is blockbuster sized but, in this day and age, worringly plausible. It’s good to see Australia as a setting […]

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The Wrong Man

The Wrong Man UK USA CDN AU Publisher Page – gutterbooks.com To say that this story kept me on the edge of my seat – my car seat, that is – would NOT be an exaggeration! From the moment you meet the protagonist, the story line takes hold of you and does not let go […]

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Sweatshop Greed

Sweatshop Greed UK  USA  CDN  AU This book really is an interesting story with a unique main character. I got a lot of entertainment and intrigue out of following Amanda Simmond’s story as her greed leads her through an intense struggle in the sweatshop business. I don’t know if calling her a protagonist is the […]

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Excerpt from Sweatshop Greed

Sweatshop Greed UK  USA  CDN  AU EXCERPT Amanda left the university at one fifteen on Friday afternoon, pleased with the knowledge that Professor Hutchinson would be following soon after. Strangely, she felt just a tinge of excitement; she was after all, entering new territory. The weather was not hot, but that did not deter her […]

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Catch me if you Dare

Before I let you in on what this book is about, I want to share what I have learned about Tobin Michael. He was hired to be a Deputy U.S. Marshal, in June of 1984 and was posted to his home town of Cedar Rapids, Iowa. During his 27 years, he hauled hundreds, if not […]

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