Hand
Over Fist
by
Michael Ross
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GENRE:
Thriller
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BLURB:
When
an old friend disappears, Martin learns nothing is what it seems…
Martin Russell can barely face the future. With dismal life prospects and an estranged family, he is at the end of his rope. When an old friend, Hannah, elbows her way back into his life, Martin’s luck begins to turn around.
Hidden within the shadows of evil, there must be some good…
Ex-policeman Bobby Tanner lost everything one rage-filled night. Now he runs a reading group for alcoholics where he meets a young drug dealer, Zack, who disturbs him in a way that’s hard to define. Bobby soon discovers the teenager is in over his head and has been dealing with a despicable individual known as The Chemist.
The roots of evil run deeper than we imagine…
Martin’s lucky streak begins to unravel when Hannah suddenly goes missing, and he turns to a friend of a friend, Bobby, for help. Thrust into an underworld empire of corruption and half-truths, he learns his friend may not be who he thought she was.
In a shadowed world of deception, stalkers, and despicable drug dealers, Bobby and Martin must uncover the truth, and fast…
Several lives depend on it.
Martin Russell can barely face the future. With dismal life prospects and an estranged family, he is at the end of his rope. When an old friend, Hannah, elbows her way back into his life, Martin’s luck begins to turn around.
Hidden within the shadows of evil, there must be some good…
Ex-policeman Bobby Tanner lost everything one rage-filled night. Now he runs a reading group for alcoholics where he meets a young drug dealer, Zack, who disturbs him in a way that’s hard to define. Bobby soon discovers the teenager is in over his head and has been dealing with a despicable individual known as The Chemist.
The roots of evil run deeper than we imagine…
Martin’s lucky streak begins to unravel when Hannah suddenly goes missing, and he turns to a friend of a friend, Bobby, for help. Thrust into an underworld empire of corruption and half-truths, he learns his friend may not be who he thought she was.
In a shadowed world of deception, stalkers, and despicable drug dealers, Bobby and Martin must uncover the truth, and fast…
Several lives depend on it.
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Excerpt:
…but
there was something gnawing away at him; something about Zachary
Jackson that was just not right. He seemed like a good kid, a good
son to a troubled mother and a dying father. But now Bobby stood in
the shadows watching Zack leave The Chemist's house and he cursed his
sixth sense.
The
Chemist's house was one of a pair of semis that were angled at the
end of Shortcross Drive. The area was the roughest part of the city,
an independent borough with its own self-administered terms of crime
and punishment. The crimes that carried the heaviest forms of
punishment were those that affected The Chemist negatively.
Punishments ranged from being forced to cut his lawn for a month to
having both your knees smashed by a crow bar. And even worse
penalties if you failed to insist to A&E staff that you'd been
hit by a car.
By the
time the local police force had recognised The Chemist's power, it
was easier to leave him well alone than to face the cost of breaking
down his power base. The semi detached council house was fortified
more strongly than a clearing bank's vault. Over the years, every
door and window had been replaced and so heavily reinforced that it
would take a tank to force entry into the property.
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AUTHOR
Bio and Links:
It was a
strange and twisting road that led to the publication of my first
novel. From my humble beginnings, as an office clerk, to ownership of
a multi-million dollar business I always maintained my love for
literature.
Born and
raised in Bristol, England. I spent most of my life in business, my
companies turning over in the region of $500 million. The majority of
that time marketing cars, eventually owning the largest Saab
specialist in the world, before a bitter divorce forced me rethink my
priorities. Particularly between 2003 and 2005 when I had to accept
that I was no longer a millionaire but literally penniless. I avoided
bankruptcy by the skin of my teeth and slowly rebuilt my life.
This led
me to the life changing decision to leave the bustling city and move
to live halfway up a mountain in the Welsh valleys. At the same time
I started a part time six year English Literature course at Bristol
University, and attended creative writing classes at Cardiff
University. I left school at sixteen and this was my first taste of
further education and an immense challenge.
I
eventually adjusted my thinking to the academic life, and on 30 June
2015 had confirmation of my 2.1(Hons) degree from Bristol University.
At the same time I also won the prestigious Hopkins Prize for my
essay on Virginia Woolf and the unsaid within her text. Now the
university courses are finished it will, with any luck, gives me
plenty of extra time that I can devote to my fiction writing.
Thanks
to the university experiences, my interest in English literature has
flourished over recent years. Hopefully I have evolved as a writer
from my earlier work in short stories (over ninety of them.) Although
interestingly my first three novels have all been developed from a
long forgotten short story.
Life is,
once again, very good, and I live very happily halfway up a mountain,
in the Welsh Valleys, with my wonderful partner Mari, and our rescue
dog Wolfie.
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