The my tinfoil hat slipped off and a conspiracy theory just hit me.
Maybe these action/adventure novels put these clunkers in their books on purpose just to wind us up and get publicity?
I have no trouble mentioning this book and giving it more publicity because Amazon made it a free book for Amazon Prime members with a Kindle.
The book is "Takeoff" by Joseph Reid.
Let me say the book's plot line is "preposterously absurd" (I borrowed that from an Amazon review because it exactly expressed my feelings.)
The author is being compared to Lee Child and John Sandford. Lee Child, I'll give you that because the plot is ALMOST as ridiculous as Child's clunker 61 Hours. (And I don't like Lee Child because he lies about gun control.) But I have read John Sandford's books and this guy (Joseph Reid) is no John Sandford.
After putting in several strained and pained gun references to establish his creds the author exposes himself for the poser he is and dumps this on us:
Maybe these action/adventure novels put these clunkers in their books on purpose just to wind us up and get publicity?
I have no trouble mentioning this book and giving it more publicity because Amazon made it a free book for Amazon Prime members with a Kindle.
The book is "Takeoff" by Joseph Reid.
Let me say the book's plot line is "preposterously absurd" (I borrowed that from an Amazon review because it exactly expressed my feelings.)
The author is being compared to Lee Child and John Sandford. Lee Child, I'll give you that because the plot is ALMOST as ridiculous as Child's clunker 61 Hours. (And I don't like Lee Child because he lies about gun control.) But I have read John Sandford's books and this guy (Joseph Reid) is no John Sandford.
After putting in several strained and pained gun references to establish his creds the author exposes himself for the poser he is and dumps this on us:
Or, or, maybe like I said this is all part of a plot! (Where IS my hat? It's so shiny it shouldn't get lost...)From behind her back, she drew a pistol. A Glock, exactly like Shen’s. She pointed it directly at my face.
“Your last chance, Senor Walker,” Peten said, cocking the hammer.