Hey everyone! I have a new book out!
It's my fourth story, and it's a little different from my other works.
I whipped up this novella over the summer and it is now available on Amazon, in both ebook and paperback formats.
Get your copy via the links below!
I won't reveal too much about this action/mystery story, because if I do, I'll be revealing too much.
Vigilant Hart features a tall, blue-eyed, strong and silent Mitchell Hart. He has a strict mission that cannot falter. That is, until he crosses paths with an unintended influence. That influence will prove most challenging to his focus.
...and we will leave it at that!
Vigilant Hart was my new challenge...to try to write a successful, impactful story in a different genre.
I usually write contemporary romance, but this story was a step into the new and unfamiliar for me!
ARC copies have come back with positive vibes, and so I am now happy to release Vigilant Hart to readers! I hope you enjoy this story. And there is consideration, given I get enough feedback; to make this into a three book series. I may add a prequel and sequel to Vigilant Hart.
Well, enjoy the book, and please feel free to contact me with any feedback! Your words always make a difference in the literary world!
As a bonus, I've posted the Prologue for your reading pleasure. If you like it, pick up the book!
Massimo regained consciousness to the sudden change in sound of the TTx’s powerful engine.
Wrenching his neck about, he opened his eyes but saw darkness. As the tranquilizer’s effects continued to dissipate in his body, Massimo found it difficult to orient himself. His hands felt bound behind him. The chair he sat in appeared to bob up and down, and some sort of cloth bag over his head further nullified his senses.
What’s going on? Where the hell am I?
Suddenly, the drone of the engine changed, and Massimo felt terrified by the sudden loss of gravity in his stomach. Tensing his gut in fear, he tried to make some sense of his surroundings…
A plane? Am I on a goddam plane?
The g-forces returned to his gut as the plane levelled out seconds later, and the frightened captive could no longer stay calm.
“HEY! WHERE THE FUCK AM I? WHO’S THERE? SHOW YOURSELF, ASSHOLE!”
The next minute felt long and uneasy, with only the continued rumble of an engine not far from Massimo’s position.
While imprisoned in a chair, cruising twenty-five hundred feet above sea level, at the front of the plane, its operator engaged the autopilot, removed his headset and climbed out of his seat.
Moments later, the pilot stepped to within inches of where Massimo was restrained, placed a big hand on his shoulder and used his other hand to whip the cloth bag from his head.
Dazed by the stark evening light shining through the windows of the fuselage, Massimo soon adjusted his sight and now sat face to face with his captor.
“Who the fuck are you?”
The pilot stared back at him, a look of amusement about his face. “It’s not important who I am. What is important, however, is who you are.”
Hiding his fear behind a wall of rage, Massimo yelled at the stranger. “IF YOU ONLY KNEW WHO I WAS, YOU’D—”
A leathery palm tore across the old man’s face, stunning him into silence. The amused brilliance in the pilot’s eyes slowly faded into a dark, menacing peer. Suddenly the drone surrounding them felt distant and muted.
The pilot pulled a card from his shirt pocket, held it up between them and started to read aloud.
“Massimo Zagate, CEO of DayStar Capital, the country’s second largest investment fund management company. Your company creates and runs predatory collateralized debt obligations to thousands of people across the country.”
“So…? Buddy, you want a fucking mortgage, then this is not the way to approach me. Besides, I have people, and when they find out—”
The big hand wound up to within inches from Massimo’s face, and he winced, grinding his teeth in anger.
“Massimo, you piece of shit. You think I’d want anything you have to offer after what you did last year?”
The dark faced pilot continued to read the card aloud.
“Court documents show that you recently cranked the interest rates on your CDOs by eleven percent.” Massimo saw the card drop from sight between them. “That’s ten percent higher than anywhere else in the country! You know how many people lost everything because of your greed? You are a thief and an asshole.”
The pilot stood up tall and peered out the window. The sun had begun its descent toward the sea-lined horizon. He then looked back at Massimo with great determination, his hand unlatching a large door at the side of the plane.
“What are you doing?!” Massimo called out, panic lacing his voice.
“The way I see it, your strategies helped funnel over a million dollars into the operations of one Jerome Zeldon. He and a certain group of his are well known around here, but for all the wrong reasons. You deserve to die for your actions, Massimo.”
“Just because some people lost their homes? They can start over. It’s a free country!”
The large door quickly slid open and the cold turbulent air lashed the inside of the plane.
The pilot approached his captor.
“Bad enough people lose everything, you shithead,” He grabbed a fistful of Massimo’s hair and leaned his head a little closer to him. “But some people lost their lives, asshole.”
Massimo’s eyes widened, time slowing as he was suddenly dragged out of the chair and kicked to his knees at the edge of the open door. He saw nothing familiar. The vast orange sky met an endless body of rolling waves as far as the eye could see.
“Wait. WAIT! I DON’T WANT TO DIE!”
“Killing you would be too easy. But I’m going to make sure you start over from nothing after what you’ve helped Zeldon and his cronies do.”
Massimo felt his body tugged back into the fuselage and he let out a slow exhale.
A moment later, he felt the pilot’s head draw near to his. The stranger spoke a few words into his ear and Massimo turned to see a large hunting blade in his captor’s grip.
Frozen with fear, he felt himself pushed forward, held out of the plane’s door. Secured only by his knees and a firm hand holding a large sack secured around his torso, Massimo felt the presence of death as a harsh appointment drawing near in the waters below.
Instantly, he felt what could have only been the large knife slice the zip tie in two, finally freeing his wrists. But as soon as Massimo felt the freedom of his hands, his body was released from the plane, now tumbling to the earth below.
This was Massimo’s fate…to punch through the massive waves below and drown while his body crumbled from the impact.
Suddenly, his body jolted and pitched. A white cloth emerged from above, soon buffeting violently before expanding into a large canopy.
The pilot watched from the plane as the automatic parachute activated right on time, slowing Massimo’s descent.
As the freefall ended, the slow scrolling endless body of water revealed a small forest island. Hope flashed swiftly across Massimo’s eyes. Descending slowly toward the perimeter of the island, he sobbed like a child.
The pilot slid closed the large door and took his position back in the cockpit. He turned off the autopilot and calmly affixed his headset.
Turning about, he peered out the windscreen and verified his captive’s landing on the desolate beach below. He then eased back on the yoke and raised his speed, climbing into the distant orange glow of the evening sky.
Vigilant Hart wis on sale on Amazon.com and Amazon.ca, by AW Clarke. Contact me at firstname.lastname@example.org for more info.