By Chris Ryan
The new blockbuster from bestselling writer Chris Ryan. Blackout -- 3 towns all lose strength. No-one claims accountability. Fears of a terrorist strike are imminent. Josh Harding is a tricky SAS soldier. but his fail to remember for authority has landed him a secondment to MI6's anti-terrorism unit. within the wake of the mysterious 'Three towns' assaults, Josh unearths himself so as to america, at the path of a couple on intrepid younger hackers who're out to aim and make themselves a fortune, and who're in grave hazard from those that may kill for the secrets and techniques they've got controlled to discover -- how you can keep watch over the ability of the Western world. But quickly Josh reveals himself waking up in a ditch bloody and wounded, and without reminiscence of who he's, how he acquired there, or how he acquired hurt. Yet something is definite -- Josh is at risk. Stranded within the Wild West, Josh needs to depend on his instincts as a soldier and at the kindness of an attractive stranger for you to break out those that look purpose on monitoring him down and killing him -- interested in a mystery he cannot take note. His decision to find who he's, and what he was once doing there leads him into an explosive internet of company blackmail, deceit and greed -- the place the stakes are excessive and the place no-one could be trusted.From the Hardcover version.
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I've patched up and cleaned your wounds, and given you some painkillers,' the woman replied. 'Trust me, you'd be feeling a lot worse without them. I haven't got any blood here, but if I had, I'd have given you some. What you lost is making you feel a lot weaker. It's going to take a few days in bed, lots of rest, and plenty to eat before you start getting your strength hack. ' Josh examined her closely, watching how she held herself when she spoke. She certainly seemed to know what she was talking about.
Her skin was tanned and freckly, and still moist and clear. Her eyes were bright blue, shaped like almonds, set above her nose and full red lips. But it was the hair that held Josh's attention. A thick red wave of curls, it tumbled playfully across him, growing away from the woman's face like a lion's mane. He started to speak. The words started somewhere in his brain, then travelled down towards his throat. 'I . . I . ' he started. Suddenly Josh was aware of another terrible pain shooting through his neck.
When I say a man's dead, he's dead. And he stays dead. 'Then we'll just have to wait until the bugger comes back with a different name. ' 15 ONE Monday, June 1st. Morning. The smell drifted past Josh's nostrils. His senses twitched, coming slowly back to life as he struggled to regain consciousness. A faint musty smell mixing lavender with some kind of spice. I know it, thought Josh. I know that perfume. It's on the tip of my tongue. If only I could remember the name. For a moment, Josh struggled, annoyed with himself for not being able to dredge up the name from his memory.