Working on this Mark Barrett story at the moment. It’s high-concept, action-packed, with a tough, attractive disruptor of a protagonist. Hope to complete it before the Autumn. Here’s the blurb:
Some said he was a Georgian, others that he was Jewish, or Arab. They said he’d served in Seal Team Six, he was Spetsnaz, he was former IDF, ex SBS, that he was a radical green activist, a former Jihadi, gone global, a lone wolf, ex CIA.
No one knew for sure.
Whatever he was, they said, it was all bad: and the trail of corpses he left behind proved it. Now it was a race against time to find him, before he got to the man whose assassination would cause World War 3.
Only Mark Barrett knew who he was. And he wasn’t telling. Because he gave his word. Gave his word to a solitary man in an almost empty airport – a man he trusted; a man who, after one brief meeting, he actually liked. This was the man the slavers called Dracul; the man the sheiks believed was the ghost of Hassan al Sabbah returned to strike down the wicked; the man the Cartels called Gun Jesus.
And while Mark didn’t think the man was a dragon, or the reincarnation of the very first assassin, or Jesus himself, he recognised a saint when he saw one.
It’s going to be a fun ride.