29 Seconds Book Tour – Review And Extract

[amazon_link id=”1785770802″ target=”_blank” ]29 Seconds[/amazon_link]On the book tour for TM Logan’s latest book, ’29 Seconds’, I’ve a review and an extract to host.

Give me one name. One person. And I will make them disappear . . .

When Sarah rescues a young girl in trouble, she expects nothing in return. But her act of bravery puts a powerful and dangerous man in her debt. He lives by his own brutal code, and all debts must be repaid – in the only way he knows how.

He offers Sarah a way to solve a desperate situation with her intolerable boss. A once-in-a-lifetime deal that will make all her problems disappear.

No consequences. No comeback. No chance of being found out.

All it takes is a 29 second phone call

‘29 Seconds’ is a fast paced thriller with a strong protagonist and an insanely dislikable enemy, that made for gripping and frustrating reading.

In this book, we meet Sarah, a woman who’s looking to get ahead in her job but there’s one thing, holding her back. Her boss, Alan Lovelock. A bully, controlling man who preys on women, tormenting them with lewd sexual advances and comments. Many women have tried to stand up to him, but have failed and ended much worse than they initially were.

As a tired mother of two, whose marriage is currently on a break, Sarah, is tired of Alan’s advances and is determined to make a change when the opportunity arises.

This book is fast paced with many unexpected twists which made the story quite shocking in parts. Alan is a horrendous character, vile with an old fashioned, sexist attitude, so I was rooting all the way for Sarah. I loved Sarah, she was a strong woman who refused to be next in a long list of women.

A thrilling, thought provoking story, that had me hooked from the start ‘29 Seconds’ is fast paced drama about the battle of morals that was impossible to put down.

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Fancy a sample from the gripping drama? Then look no more.

The Russian lit his cigar and drew on it heavily, clouds of smoke rising to the ceiling. ‘I have never been in debt, not one day in my life. Never owed anything to anyone. Until now. Back home we say that debt is beautiful – but only after it has been repaid.’

‘You don’t owe me anything,’ Sarah protested.

He considered the tip of the cigar, glowing cherry red. ‘Do you know what a truly good deed is, Sarah?’

‘When you do a good turn.’ She shrugged. ‘When you help someone. You know.’

He shook his head emphatically.

‘No. A truly good deed is one that is totally unselfish, with- out any hope or expectation of a reward. By its nature, a truly good deed cannot be repaid.’ He rolled the cigar between thumb and forefinger, before pointing it at her. ‘But I am going to try. Because in my life I have learned that to be a great man, to be a leader, we cannot simply strike back against the evil done to us. We must also reward loyalty, bravery, brains, to truly elevate ourselves above the masses. My colleague Mikhail, for example: you met him already this evening, I think. At the age of fif- teen Mikhail hacked my company’s computer network, planted viruses, made a mess. Not to steal, just to have fun. We caught him, of course, and he was punished. But I recognised his genius with the computer and asked him if he wanted to come work for me, to stop such attacks happening again. And he has provided loyal service ever since.’

‘I don’t want anything from you. I’m just glad your daughter is safe.’

‘You don’t seem to understand, Sarah. Listen to me: I am in your debt. Every good deed must be rewarded. And the reward should match the deed, so I’m going to give you something very special – a gift like no other.’ He took a deep drag on the cigar, smoke coiling from his nostrils. ‘Back home in Russia one of my other nicknames was volshebnik. Do you know what this means?’

‘My Russian is about as basic as it gets, I’m afraid.’

‘It means “The magician”. Because I could make things disap- pear – money, evidence, problems.’ He paused for a moment, his dark eyes boring into her. ‘Sometimes people, too.’

‘O-OK,’ Sarah said, hesitantly.

‘The men who took my son in Moscow – I made them disap- pear. All of them. The men who tried to take Aleksandra last week, they were members of an Albanian gang who want to carve a niche for themselves. They too will disappear soon. So here is my offer.’ He put the cigar in an ashtray and leaned forward, hands clasped together on the desk. ‘You give me one name. One person. And I will make them disappear. For you.’

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