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The Enemy series, which has sold 200,000 copies worldwide since release of Dance with the Enemy in 2014, tells the story of embattled intelligence agent Carl Logan, a formerly ruthless operator for a clandestine intelligence agency, who may just have a soul...
DANCE WITH THE ENEMY:
Carl Logan was the perfect agent. A loner. No real friends or family. Trained to deal with any situation with cold efficiency, devoid of emotion. But Logan isn’t the man he used to be, or the asset he once was. Five months ago his life changed forever when he was captured, tortured and left for dead by Youssef Selim, one of the world’s most violent terrorists. When Selim mysteriously reappears in Paris, linked to the kidnapping of America’s Attorney General, Logan smells his chance for revenge. Pursuing his man relentlessly, oblivious to the growing trail of destruction that he leaves in his wake, Logan delves increasingly deep into the web of lies and deceit surrounding the kidnapping. Finally, he comes to learn just what it means to Dance with the Enemy.
RISE OF THE ENEMY:
Everyone has a breaking point. Carl Logan might just have found his. The Joint Intelligence Agency sends agent Carl Logan on a routine mission to Russia. It should have been simple. But when Logan's cover is blown, he's transported into a world of hell he thought he would never see again. Something is different this time, though, and before long doubts begin to surface in Logan's mind as to why the assignment went so wrong. Logan has never been short of enemies. And sometimes the enemy is closer to home than you think. Could his own people really have set him up?
HUNT FOR THE ENEMY:
They've erased his past. Wiped out his very existence. But Carl Logan isn't finished yet. On the run in a harsh Russian winter, Logan - once an invaluable asset but now branded a traitor - has been framed for murder. His own firm, the secretive Joint Intelligence Agency, have labeled him a rogue operative after two decades of loyal service. The agency is hunting him down... and they're not the only ones. But there's much more at stake than just Logan's life. One by one, agents and informants from all sides, all allegiances, are dying. And Carl Logan is the only man who can put a stop to it, once and for all.
THE ENEMY SERIES by Rob Sinclair is an addictive action-packed trilogy brimming with suspense, danger, and betrayal set amidst the shady world of intelligence agencies and power. All of the books are centred around the main character, Carl Logan, an agent for a secret intelligence agency, who after a traumatic ordeal, is questioning everything he has become, while at the same time trying to get back to doing his job, which is all that he really has in life. With fast-paced, energetic plotlines and so many twists and turns, I read all of these books in quick succession as I just could not put them down. Carl Logan has everything that you need in a character and he hooked me from the get-go of Dance with the Enemy. He is a man of many sides appearing strong yet vulnerable, determined and headstrong, yet unsure along the way, but he always remains compelling. THE ENEMY SERIES by Rob Sinclair is the perfect series for those who love action thrillers and excellent writing.
BOOK RATING - 📖📖📖📖📖 5++
Rob's first novel, Dance with the Enemy, was published in June 2014 and is the first in the bestselling Enemy Series following embattled intelligence agent Carl Logan. Rise of the Enemy, the second book in the series, was released in April 2015, with the third book, Hunt for the Enemy, being released in February 2016.
The Enemy series has received widespread critical acclaim with many reviewers and readers having likened Rob's work to authors at the very top of the genre, including Lee Child and Vince Flynn.
Rob’s latest thriller, the pulsating Dark Fragments, was released by Bloodhound Books on 8th November 2016.
Rob worked for nearly 13 years for a global accounting firm after graduating from The University of Nottingham in 2002, specialising in forensic fraud investigations at both national and international levels. He now writes full time.
Originally from the North East of England, Rob has lived and worked in a number of fast paced cities, including New York, and is now settled in the West Midlands with his wife and young sons.
For more information:
Website - www.robsinclairauthor.com
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*I would like to take this opportunity to thank Rachel and Authoright.com, and Rob Sinclair for the opportunity to review this series, and including me in the festive #12daysofclinkstreet tour! Read on for three exciting extracts from The Enemy Series by Rob Sinclair 📚
I am lucky enough to have three gripping extracts to share with you from The Enemy series. Check them out below:
Dance with the Enemy
Dance with the Enemy picks up with Logan some months after he was captured, tortured and left for dead on a mission in the Middle East. At the start of the book he's still struggling to come to terms with what happened to him, and flitting between conflicting thoughts of revenge, suicide, and ways of getting his career back on the track. The opening prologue, although short, I think sets the tone of how Logan feels at this point in time, and just how confused he is about life.
They say that before you die your whole life flashes before you. But nobody can know for sure what happens in those moments before death. If you do see your life flashing before your eyes, does that mean you’ve got no chance? And if it doesn’t, does that mean you’re going to be okay?
Carl Logan didn’t know. Five months ago, on the day he almost died, no bright light had been calling him in, no images from his childhood flickering through his mind. There had been only pain and suffering.
Logan had been on his last breath. His brain had submitted. His body, too. He shouldn’t have been alive. But after his heart had beaten its last beat, it had beaten one more time. And then it had beaten again.
And it had kept on going.
It hadn’t been his time to go.
But he hadn’t been saved. Not by a long stretch.
Rise of the Enemy
Logan is some way mentally recovered following the events of Dance with the Enemy, but he’s still reeling from betrayal, and in Rise of the Enemy, he’s set to face further set-backs when it appears his own people have set him up. In Rise, Logan becomes an increasingly isolated character with the setting in a frozen Siberia only adding to his loneliness and confusion. Again I think the prologue does a good job of setting this up (though the prologue isn’t actually the start of the story in a linear sense).
Dance with the enemy and your feet will get burned. An old friend once said that to me, many years ago. The same old friend who was now sitting in front of me, across the table of the café. I think he’d misquoted the saying, but it always stuck with me nevertheless. And recently, his words had come back to bite me with a vengeance.
I’d made the mistake of getting too close to people I thought were friends. People I trusted. Angela Grainger was one of them. We’d had a connection like I’d never had with anyone before. I still thought about her every day. Mostly, despite myself, I still thought of her fondly. But she’d betrayed me. Betrayed my trust. I’d let her get too close and my feet had been burned.
The man sitting before me was another one. Grainger’s betrayal was something I would never forget – it still dominated my mind. But in many ways the betrayal of this man hurt the most.
He was the person I had trusted more than anyone else in the world.
I never imagined that we would end up like this. Talking in this way. The accusations. The insinuations. Speaking to each other like we were natural enemies rather than two people who had worked so closely together for nearly twenty years.
They wanted me to kill him. Until a few days ago, the mere suggestion would have been laughable. Something had changed, though. I didn’t know what and I didn’t know why, but our lives would never be the same again. The fact we were sitting here like this told me that.
And if it came down to it, I would do it.
I would kill Mackie. My boss. My mentor. My friend.
Because it might be the only way for me to get out of this mess alive.
Hunt for the Enemy
The aftermath of the events of Dance and Rise come together in Hunt, with Logan ostracised from his former life and allies, and fighting to uncover the truth behind all of the interconnected happenings from those first two stories. What you find in Hunt is that a lot of Logan’s problems stem from much earlier in his career, and to help explain that, and also to provide greater insight into Logan and who he used to be, the book delves into Logan’s past in a number of areas. This extract, Chapter 7 in the book, is the furthest flashback, going way back to when Logan was a newly recruited operative being put through his paces with a squad of SAS soldiers.
Logan awoke when he felt pressure on his wrists. He opened his eyes, slowly at first, but then was suddenly alert when he saw the men crowding around his bunk. He tried to jump up, only realising then that his wrists and ankles were shackled with ropes. Each was wound tightly and held firmly by the four men hovering over him. A fifth man, standing right next to Logan, half-smiling, half-snarling, was the leader of the pack of army grunts: Fleming.
‘Wakey-wakey,’ Fleming cackled. ‘If it isn’t the boy wonder. Do you fancy heading out to the mess for some chow or are you a bit tied up?’
Fleming’s men laughed at the lame joke. Logan’s tense limbs relaxed some and he laid his head back down on the bed. He wanted to fight back, but he knew that with the position they had him in, there was little he could do.
‘Okay, lads, get him off the bunk.’
The two men to Logan’s right tugged on their ropes with force and hauled Logan from the bed. He landed on the cold, hard floor with a heavy smack that sent a shock all the way up his spine. The two men on the other side climbed across the bunk, and once in position, all four men pulled tight on the ropes, stretching Logan’s limbs out like he was performing a star jump.
Fleming walked up to Logan and stood right over his face.
‘You still want to be one of us?’ he said, smiling but with anger in his voice. He unzipped his trousers. ‘Then drink up, soldier boy.’
‘No. Come on, please!’
Warm, thick urine cascaded onto Logan’s face and he spluttered and then squeezed shut his eyes and his mouth. The other men groaned in mock disgust and then laughed and then groaned as Logan was covered in the sickly yellow liquid. He held his breath but the ammonia stench still got through, making him gag and retch.
‘You want to be just like us?’ Fleming shouted. ‘Then drink my fucking piss, you piece-of-shit civvy!’
Logan began to writhe, his torso bucking up and down, his head lolling from left to right. Moving his arms and legs was impossible; each was outstretched and secured in place by the strength of a fully grown man. It was hopeless. He simply had to lie there and take it, the ghastly sound of the men’s laughter filling his head.
When it was finally over, Logan opened his eyes. He saw Fleming zipping up and immediately took a deep breath, filling his starved lungs with air. Urine on his face rolled into his mouth and he coughed and spluttered, trying to force it back out, much to the amusement of the men.
‘Get your shit together, Logan,’ Fleming said, turning away. ‘We’re heading out in fifteen minutes.’
The four men let go of the ropes and Logan’s arms and legs slumped down. He instinctively rolled onto his side, curling his legs up into his chest, still coughing, trying to remove the foul smell and taste from his nose and mouth.
‘Yes, Captain,’ he choked.
Twenty minutes later, the six men were flying in a Westland Puma helicopter high up above the Scottish Highlands. Logan hadn’t uttered another word to the men since the latest hazing incident.
Was it really hazing, or just outright bullying? He wasn’t sure anymore.
He did know that he’d been made about as welcome as a rat in a kitchen. For the past month, he’d been teamed up with the small patrol of SAS men, taking part in their gruelling exercises. He’d expected a frosty reception from the army men, but in fact what he’d had was even worse – he was, after all, an outsider being let into their secret world on the say-so of some unseen person they knew nothing about.
They had no idea who Logan was, what his life had been like as a troubled teen, or what he was now being trained for at the JIA. All they saw was a civilian, a young man some ten years their junior, someone who’d never seen war or combat and who didn’t understand the first thing about the military, being thrust into their world to be trained up just like them. And they resented him. Resented who they thought he was.
The men had been staying at the remote base camp in the far north of the Highlands for two weeks, carrying out various exercises and training missions, building up for the final escape and evasion exercise that would last for the next five days.
The five army men were already fully fledged members of the UK’s most prestigious special forces unit, the SAS. They were there to keep themselves fresh in between active missions. Logan was an early twenty-something civilian with plenty of recent combat training but zero real-life experience.
He’d been thrown in with the sharks.
Logan had already been around the world to train in various skills – survival, combat, arms, interrogation – and on many of those stints, he’d been teamed up with battle-hardened military men. The JIA was a small operation and ran few training centres of its own. For virtually all of the long and tiring training period, the JIA shipped recruits out to a combination of the army and the mainstream intelligence agencies, the mix depending on the exact skill set and training regimen of the particular candidate.
So far in Logan’s experience, few of the groups he had been sent to had welcomed him, the outsider. But none of them had been so filled with hate and anger as Fleming and his grunt patrol.
Logan guessed Fleming was in his late thirties. He was six inches shorter than Logan and not as thick in his frame, but he had the grizzled appearance of an experienced warrior and he was lean and strong, fast and agile: everything he needed to be to carry out his gruelling job. There was a lot that Logan admired about the man – his skills at least – but absolutely nothing that Logan liked or respected.
Fleming was a captain, a commissioned officer. The other four men were sergeants and corporals. They obeyed Fleming’s every word, his every command. They were like his little pets. Even when Fleming wasn’t in the room, Logan had never heard one of the others say a single derogatory word about their captain. Logan hadn’t yet figured out whether that was because Fleming had somehow won them all over or because they were simply so shit-scared of him that they didn’t dare say a bad word about the man even when he wasn’t there.
While training with the men, Logan was supposed to act and live like them. But Logan wasn’t in the army. They could give him a hard time while he was with them, but after next week he would no longer have to abide by their outdated hierarchy and petty rules. And there was only so much bullying he would take before he snapped.
Logan guessed this was one of the reasons he had already completed extensive mental conditioning. A few months ago, he would have tried to tear Fleming’s head off the first time the captain laid a finger on him. Logan was headstrong and seldom scared of anyone or anything. And while on the outside he was mostly calm, placid, almost emotionless, an angry outburst was always bubbling under the surface.
Since the training had started, he’d become more in control of his fiery temperament. Even though he could still feel the anger boiling inside him day by day, he had so far kept it under wraps, playing along with Fleming’s hateful games. But he hadn’t forgotten any of the torment, and he enjoyed thinking of the different ways he could wipe the smirk off Fleming’s face for good.
All he had to do now, before he left this rotten place for good, was make it through the final exercise. Five days stranded and cut off from life in the frozen Highlands of Scotland.
A foreboding and deathly place.
A place where all sorts of accidents could befall even the most experienced survivor, mountaineer, orienteer. Where even the smallest slip could cost someone their life.
‘You ready for this, Boy Wonder?’ Fleming shouted over the din of the helicopter’s rotor.
Logan gave him a cold, hard stare.
‘Yes, Captain. More ready than you could imagine.’
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