Panicked Kidnappers

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“We need to go now,” came a young woman’s voice. She sounded like she was panicking – less experienced than the others. Probably the woman from the couple I passed.

“Shut up,” the guy hauling me towards the van growled. “What was that shot I heard?”

“Didn’t come from any of us,” one guy replied. “I haven’t seen…”

“Don’t even think of saying it,” my guy cut him off.

We came to an abrupt halt.

“He has thirty seconds or he gets left behind.”

Silence. I could tell no one dared argue with him. You could feel the tension in the air.

Maybe there was hope for me yet – arguing and a gun shot none of them could account for. I waited hoping Six would spring from somewhere.

But then two pairs of hands shoved me in the van.

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After uncovering secret rooms, a stash of weapons and evidence of her parents’ dangerous past life, Annie Banks discovers a bigger secret buried in her own brain – codes, files and deadly martial arts skills, which snap into life when she needs them.

When their parents disappear, Annie and her brother Pete work together to unlock the clues left behind. Pursued by trained killers, Annie and Pete use all their hidden talents to search for their parents and survive in a dangerous world of spies and organised crime.

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Atticus Crayle: The Accidental Spy

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Synopsis:

Atticus Crayle isn’t your average teenage genius. He lives alone in the council house he officially shares with his mum and is extremely self-sufficient. He has built a chemistry lab in his attic and spends his weekends secretly testing homemade chemicals and explosives.

His only friend is Gemma, who blows up dirt with him every Saturday. She has secrets of her own. Her uncle Damon is a spy and she plans to be one too.

Atticus is on holiday with Gemma and Damon when he finds himself under attack by gunmen and caught up in a kidnapping plot involving spies, trained killers and organised crime.

Mixed up in a dangerous new world where he might just belong, Atticus has never had a Christmas holiday like it.

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Chariot Awaiting

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My first thought then was – where the hell was ShadowAspect when I needed him? Why wasn’t Sarasin Shade paying attention? Or was I just expendable. Maybe he was stalking another failing writer at that very moment.

In total darkness with the hood over my head and my hands tied behind my back, two pairs of hands marched me around the corner of the cathedral and away from the meeting place I had arranged with Six.

I heard something speeding down a nearby street and skid to a halt just metres ahead of me. The side door of a transit van slid open and two or three people jumped out.

“Your chariot awaits, Mister Rybak.”

Captured

jason ryback bullet point for blogThere was no time to react. My hands shot up to the hood over my head, but two pairs of hands grabbed my wrists and pinned them behind my back. A zip tie clamped my wrists together, digging painfully into my skin. I bruise like a peach at the best of times. If I ever got out of this, I knew it would leave a big bruise for ages.

A pair of hands shoved me against the cathedral wall and pinned me there.

“Let’s see you write your way out of this one,” a male voice grunted.

My face wrapped in darkness, I strained my ears for every sound.

Someone approached from around the corner.

“We’re clear,” came a second voice.

“We found you a cave of your own,” the first voice said. “One where no one will ever find you.”

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Atticus Crayle isn’t your average teenage genius. He lives alone in the council house he officially shares with his mum and is extremely self-sufficient. He has built a chemistry lab in his attic and spends his weekends secretly testing homemade chemicals and explosives.

His only friend is Gemma, who blows up dirt with him every Saturday. She has secrets of her own. Her uncle Damon is a spy and she plans to be one too.

Atticus is on holiday with Gemma and Damon when he finds himself under attack by gunmen and caught up in a kidnapping plot involving spies, trained killers and organised crime.

Mixed up in a dangerous new world where he might just belong, Atticus has never had a Christmas holiday like it.

The paperback version can be purchased on Amazon for £4.99 / $7.99 / EUR 6,99

The Secret Identity of Annie Banks will be released on Monday September 19th.

Approaching Danger

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I pressed my back against the cathedral wall to hide in its shadow and make sure no one could creep up on me. Across the space I could just make out a couple of streets that led away from the cathedral.

Everything was silent.

A movement caught my eye. A shadow. A figure emerging from a street at the far end. It was too big to be Six. Whoever it was took a look around them and disappeared.

Then my ears caught a sound. A faint sound coming from the street the figure had emerged from. It was a silenced gunshot.

I edged along the wall, fixing my gaze on the street entrance, but I couldn’t hear or see anything.

Then a noise behind me made me start.

Before I could turn, a black hood was shoved over my head.

Weaponless

jason ryback bullet point for blogI had no choice. All I could do was trudge down one narrow street after another with my hands planted in my pockets. After feeling around my trouser pockets, they switched to the pockets in my coat, hoping to find something sharp I could use as a weapon, but I didn’t even have my keys in there. Why didn’t I get Six to give me a gun?

A chilly sensation crawled up my spine. They were still following me, whoever they were. I just couldn’t see them and I couldn’t lose them – even when I picked up the pace.

I made my way to dimly lit open space dominated by the dark shape of the cathedral looming over me. Our second meeting place.

But no sign of Six.

Eyes

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The background noise grew as I wandered down a street with a few bars and restaurants. A young couple headed out and walked past me, hand in hand. I didn’t recognise them. They weren’t on the bus. But once I couldn’t see them, I felt both pairs of eyes burning into my back.

My heart pounded. It took everything to not run, but to wander as casually as before. Suddenly it wasn’t just the couple I’d passed on the street. There were more of them. I kept moving. I turned a couple of corners, but I could feel more eyes on me, following me. They were stalking me like prey.

I couldn’t see anyone. There were no footsteps running up behind me. But I knew I wasn’t being paranoid.

They were still watching me. What were they waiting for?

Lingering

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The time we were supposed to meet had passed about ten minutes ago. I’d been hding there for about fifteen minutes. I could still hear Six’s instructions in my head as clearly as if he was saying them right then.

“Don’t just linger there like some weird stalker. Doesn’t matter how careful you are, someone will see you eventually and you’ll stick in their memory as the strange, creepy stalker guy.”

Pulling the penknife I’d found in the cottage from my inside coat pocket, I scratched a symbol in the brickwork to show I’d been there and had moved on. Then I set off, heading for our second meeting point. Deep down, I knew something was wrong.