88° North by J.F. Kirwan @kirwanjf @rararesources #blogtour

Such a pleasure to welcome you all to my stop on the blog tour for 88° North by J.F. Kirwan! My thanks to J.F. Kirwan, to Rachel at Rachel’s Random Resources for the opportunity and to the publisher for my review copy.

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Author : J.F. Kirwan
Title : 88° North
Series : Nadia Laksheva #3
Pages : 384
Publisher : HQ Digital
Publication date : December 14, 2017

aboutthebook

The deadliest kind of assassin is one who is already dying…

As the radiation poisoning that Nadia Laksheva was exposed to in Chernobyl takes hold of her body, she knows she has mere weeks to live. But Salamander, the terrorist who murdered her father and sister has a deadly new plan to ‘make the sky bleed’. Nadia is determined to stop him again, even if it is the last thing she ever does…

The only clue she has are the coordinates 88˚ North, a ridge in the Arctic right and one of the largest oil fields in the world, three thousand metres below the ice. If Salamander takes hold of the oil field, he could change the climate of the whole planet for generations to come.

But can Nadia stop him before her own time runs out?

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88° North is the third and final instalment in the Nadia Laksheva spy series and what an amazing ride it’s been. This review may be a tad on the vague side as I desperately try to avoid spoiling anyone for events that happened in the previous books. Personally, I don’t feel you should treat this one as a stand-alone. While some things are explained and will give you a good feel of the background story, I think you should read the entire series to really understand where Nadia is coming from and why she’s so determined to stop Salamander. This isn’t just about making sure a terrorist doesn’t ruin the planet. It’s also personal.

Throughout the series, I sometimes found Nadia quite hard to warm to but I never ceased to admire her sheer determination in doing what was necessary. Even if it went against her own principles. In 88° North, she tries to restore a balance that was screwed up, to see the smaller picture instead of the bigger picture, to do a kind act and hope for some kind of ripple effect and just like that, I liked her that little bit more.

But the biggest threat is of course Salamander, who will stop at nothing and his next plan is to “make the sky bleed”. True to form, this spy thriller takes us to various exotic places around the world including Russia, Hong Kong and The Sudan. One word : camels! As the team is unwillingly split up in their pursuit of Salamander, they realise they are merely pawns in his game. Like a true chess master, Salamander is always several steps ahead and time is running out. Not only for the world, but for Nadia as well.

Full of tension, thrills and harrowing moments, 88° North is the perfect conclusion to this series. Some characters even managed to surprise me and the tense knife fights had me on the edge of my seat. What I truly liked is that you’re never really sure who will survive. The author has no qualms in killing off what could be important characters and I always like it when I’m left guessing as to who will make it out alive.

While it’s always sad to see a series come to an end, I feel J.F. Kirwan wrapped things up brilliantly. The exciting arc that runs throughout the three books had me hooked and if you like your well-paced and action-packed spy thrillers, I have no doubt you will thoroughly enjoy this series! I look forward to whatever J.F. Kirwan comes up with next!

88° North is available from the links below. While there, why not pick up the other two books as well.

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abouttheauthor

J. F. Kirwan is the author of the Nadia Laksheva thriller series for HarperCollins. Having worked in accident investigation and prevention in nuclear, offshore oil and gas and aviation sectors, he uses his experience of how accidents initially build slowly, then race towards a climax, to plot his novels. An instructor in both scuba diving and martial arts, he travels extensively all over the world, and loves to set his novels in exotic locations. He is also an insomniac who writes in the dead of night. His favourite authors include Lee Child, David Baldacci and Andy McNab.

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This Week in Books (April 4)

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Hosted by Lipsy Lost and Found, my Wednesday post gives you a taste of what I’m reading this week. A similar meme is run by Taking on a World of Words.


Last book I finished 
reading

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The deadliest kind of assassin is one who is already dying…

As the radiation poisoning that Nadia Laksheva was exposed to in Chernobyl takes hold of her body, she knows she has mere weeks to live. But Salamander, the terrorist who murdered her father and sister has a deadly new plan to ‘make the sky bleed’. Nadia is determined to stop him again, even if it is the last thing she ever does…

The only clue she has are the coordinates 88˚ North, a ridge in the Arctic right and one of the largest oil fields in the world, three thousand metres below the ice. If Salamander takes hold of the oil field, he could change the climate of the whole planet for generations to come.

But can Nadia stop him before her own time runs out?


The book I’m currently reading

For the first time ever, I’m reading two actually. 😄

The Language Of Secrets : 

Detective Esa Khattak heads up Canada’s Community Policing Section, which handles minority-sensitive cases across all levels of law enforcement. Khattak is still under scrutiny for his last case, so he’s surprised when INSET, Canada’s national security team, calls him in on another politically sensitive issue.

For months, INSET has been investigating a local terrorist cell which is planning an attack on New Year’s Day but their undercover informant, Mohsin Dar, has been murdered. Khattak used to know Mohsin, and he can’t let this murder slide, so he sends his partner, Detective Rachel Getty, undercover into the unsuspecting mosque which houses the terrorist cell.

As Rachel tentatively reaches out into the unfamiliar world of Islam, and begins developing relationships with the people of the mosque and the terrorist cell within it, the potential reasons for Mohsin’s murder only seem to multiply, from the political and ideological to the intensely personal.

Little Sister :

After sixteen years apart sisters Jessica and Emily are reunited. With the past now behind them, the warmth they once shared quickly returns and before long Jess has moved into Emily’s comfortable island home. Life couldn’t be better. But when baby Daisy disappears while in Jess’s care, the perfect life Emily has so carefully built starts to fall apart.

Was Emily right to trust her sister after everything that happened before?


What I’m (probably) reading next

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When Jess Tidy was Mark Winter’s student, she made an accusation that ultimately saw him sentenced to three years in prison. A jury found him guilty, but he always maintained his innocence. Now, Jess’s mother’s death has brought her back to the village where she grew up, and where Mark still lives with his wife. And the truth about that night ten years ago which nearly destroyed them both is finally going to come out.

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What are you reading this week? Let me know! Happy reading! xx

37 Hours by J.F. Kirwan @kirwanjf @rararesources #blogtour

Delighted to host a stop on the blog tour for 37 Hours by J.F. Kirwan today. My thanks to the publisher and Rachel’s Random Resources and apologies for the delay in posting this.

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Author : J.F. Kirwan
Title : 37 Hours
Series : Nadia Laksheva Spy Thriller #2
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Publisher : HQ Digital
Publication date : March 17, 2017

aboutthebook

After two long years spent in a secret British prison, Nadia Laksheva is suddenly granted her freedom. Yet there is a dangerous price to pay for her release: she must retrieve the Russian nuclear warhead stolen by her deadliest enemy, a powerful and ruthless terrorist known only as The Client.

But her mysterious nemesis is always one step ahead and the clock is ticking. In 37 hours, the warhead will explode, reducing the city of London to a pile of ash. Only this time, Nadia is prepared to pull the trigger at any cost…

The deadly trail will take her from crowded Moscow to the silent streets of Chernobyl, but will Nadia find what she is looking for before the clock hits zero?

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The only way to hunt down a killer, is to become one …

37 Hours is the second book in the Nadia Laksheva series and hoo boy, what a thriller this is! If you thought 66 Metres was good, let me tell you right now that this one is even better! If you haven’t read the first book, I would recommend that you do if you want to get the full picture and background of the various characters. And even if you don’t, read it anyway because it’s just that great!

This second instalment picks up two years after the previous book. Nadia has spent two years in a secret British prison, being interrogated about her involvement in the chase for The Rose. But suddenly she’s granted freedom when a warhead is stolen from a submarine. Not only will Nadia need to face her biggest enemy, she will also be confronted with her past. And all the while, the clock is ticking and the city of London is under threat.

37 Hours had me hooked from the first page and didn’t let go. This is a fast-paced, action-packed thriller where the Russians aren’t the bad guys for a change. How novel! 😄. In fact, the bad guy may as well be a ghost. Nobody seems to know what he looks like. Full of international conspiracies and intrigue, it had me completely engrossed. True to form, there’s a bit of traveling and an unforgiving place that played a big and rather dark part in history features quite prominently but I won’t say anymore about that. You’ll just have to find out for yourself. I mention it because I really liked how the author was able to incorporate that bit.

I said it in my review for 66 Metres and I’ll gladly say it again. The Nadia Laksheva series would make a fantastic tv show or movie. Suspenseful, highly entertaining, brilliantly written, some guts and gore … What more could you possibly want? I enjoyed this one immensely and it left me wanting more. Luckily, there’s a third and final book in the series, 88° North, which I’ll be reviewing in April. I can’t wait to read it and see how J.F. Kirwan wraps up this series!

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abouttheauthor

J. F. Kirwan is the author of the Nadia Laksheva thriller series for HarperCollins. Having worked in accident investigation and prevention in nuclear, offshore oil and gas and aviation sectors, he uses his experience of how accidents initially build slowly, then race towards a climax, to plot his novels. An instructor in both scuba diving and martial arts, he travels extensively all over the world, and loves to set his novels in exotic locations. He is also an insomniac who writes in the dead of night. His favourite authors include Lee Child, David Baldacci and Andy McNab.

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This Week in Books (February 28)

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Hosted by Lipsy Lost and Found, my Wednesday post gives you a taste of what I’m reading this week. A similar meme is run by Taking on a World of Words.

Last book I finished reading

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After two long years spent in a secret British prison, Nadia Laksheva is suddenly granted her freedom. Yet there is a dangerous price to pay for her release: she must retrieve the Russian nuclear warhead stolen by her deadliest enemy, a powerful and ruthless terrorist known only as The Client.

But her mysterious nemesis is always one step ahead and the clock is ticking. In 37 hours, the warhead will explode, reducing the city of London to a pile of ash. Only this time, Nadia is prepared to pull the trigger at any cost…

The deadly trail will take her from crowded Moscow to the silent streets of Chernobyl, but will Nadia find what she is looking for before the clock hits zero?

The book I’m currently reading

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February, 1946. World War Two is over, but the recovery from the most intimate of its horrors has only just begun for Annaliese Lange, a German ballerina desperate to escape her past, and Simone Deveraux, the wronged daughter of a French Resistance spy.

Now the two women are joining hundreds of other European war brides aboard the renowned RMS Queen Mary to cross the Atlantic and be reunited with their American husbands. Their new lives in the United States brightly beckon until their tightly-held secrets are laid bare in their shared stateroom. When the voyage ends at New York Harbor, only one of them will disembark…

Present day. Facing a crossroads in her own life, Brette Caslake visits the famously haunted Queen Mary at the request of an old friend. What she finds will set her on a course to solve a seventy-year-old tragedy that will draw her into the heartaches and triumphs of the courageous war brides and will ultimately lead her to reconsider what she has to sacrifice to achieve her own deepest longings.

What I’m reading next

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Late one night, outside Stockholm, Mikael Kohler-Frost is found wandering. Thirteen years earlier, he went missing along with his younger sister. They were long thought to have been victims of Sweden’s most notorious serial killer, Jurek Walter, now serving a life sentence in a maximum security psychiatric hospital. Now Mikael tells the police that his sister is still alive and being held by someone he knows only as the Sandman.

Years ago, Detective Inspector Joona Linna made an excruciating personal sacrifice to ensure Jurek’s capture. He is keenly aware of what this killer is capable of, and now he is certain that Jurek has an accomplice. He knows that any chance of rescuing Mikael’s sister depends on getting Jurek to talk, and that the only agent capable of this is Inspector Saga Bauer, a twenty-seven-year-old prodigy. She will have to go under deep cover in the psychiatric ward where Jurek is imprisoned, and she will have to find a way to get to the psychopath before it’s too late–and before he gets inside her head.

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What are you reading this week? Let me know! Happy reading! xx

66 Metres by J.F. Kirwan @kirwanjf @rararesources #blogtour #66Metres

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Author : J.F. Kirwan
Title : 66 Metres
Series : Nadia Laksheva Spy Thriller #1
Pages : 232
Publisher : Carina
Publication date : August 25, 2016

aboutthebook

The only thing worth killing for is family.

Everyone said she had her father’s eyes. A killer’s eyes. Nadia knew that on the bitterly cold streets of Moscow, she could never escape her past – but in just a few days, she would finally be free.

Bound to work for Kadinsky for five years, she has just one last mission to complete. Yet when she is instructed to capture The Rose, a military weapon shrouded in secrecy, Nadia finds herself trapped in a deadly game of global espionage.

And the only man she can trust is the one sent to spy on her.

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66 Metres introduces us to Nadia Luksheva, who has been forced to undertake missions to keep her sister safe from harm. For the past five years, Nadia has been working for Kadinsky, who’s been holding her sister prisoner as an incentive. But now Nadia has just one last mission to complete and she and her sister will be allowed to go free.

Nadia is instructed to retrieve a device, a military weapon called The Rose. But as is always the case with things like these, there are of course a whole bunch of other people who’d love to get their hands on a weapon like The Rose. It seems Nadia will have little choice but to trust just one man and as it happens, he’s been sent to spy on her.

66 Metres is a well-paced spy thriller. There are a lot of players in this story, most of them with bad intentions. Stating the obvious. 😄. Yet Nadia’s character manages to stand out from the crowd effortlessly. Her background alone makes for a fascinating story. She’s determined not to turn out like her father, who was a killer. So far, despite all the circumstances she’s found herself in, she’s been able to stay true to herself. Even after everything she’s been through, she still firmly knows the difference between right and wrong. But when pushed, how far will she go to protect her sister?

Like I mentioned, The Rose is the perfect weapon for any terrorist or government and thus a hot commodity. We get most of the usual suspects chasing it down, from a rogue CIA operator to MI6 to a bunch of mean and cruel Russians. There’s also quite a lot of diving going on. For someone who knows nothing about any of that (eek, water!), I thought I might either get bored or freaked out. But that didn’t happen. I’ve actually learned quite a lot and the underwater scenes really added to the atmosphere.

All in all, 66 Metres is a highly entertaining and complex tale full of deceit, backstabbing and the games powerful people play that takes us from London to Frankfurt to the Scilly Islands to Russia. Fabulous locations and a well-crafted story that would make for a super spy thriller movie. This is the first instalment in the Luksheva series and I very much look forward to reading the follow-up, 38 Hours. Keep an eye on my blog in March when I’ll be joining the blog tour for that one as well.

66 Metres is available for purchase!

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abouttheauthor

J. F. Kirwan is the author of the Nadia Laksheva thriller series for HarperCollins. Having worked in accident investigation and prevention in nuclear, offshore oil and gas and aviation sectors, he uses his experience of how accidents initially build slowly, then race towards a climax, to plot his novels. An instructor in both scuba diving and martial arts, he travels extensively all over the world, and loves to set his novels in exotic locations. He is also an insomniac who writes in the dead of night. His favourite authors include Lee Child, David Baldacci and Andy McNab.

Blog | Facebook | Twitter | Website

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66 Metres by J.F. Kirwan @kirwanjf @TAsTPublicity #blogtour #extract

Welcome to my stop on the blog tour for 66 Metres by J.F. Kirwan! This is the first book in the Nadia Laksheva Spy Thriller series and I have an extract to share with you all, right after the all-important information about the book. Huge thanks to Noelle and Kate for having me on the tour and providing me with this extract!

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Author : J.F. Kirwan
Title : 66 Metres
Series : Nadia Laksheva Spy Thriller
Pages : 232
Publisher : Carina
Publication date : August 25, 2016

aboutthebook

The only thing worth killing for is family.

Everyone said she had her father’s eyes. A killer’s eyes. Nadia knew that on the bitterly cold streets of Moscow, she could never escape her past – but in just a few days, she would finally be free.

Bound to work for Kadinsky for five years, she has just one last mission to complete. Yet when she is instructed to capture The Rose, a military weapon shrouded in secrecy, Nadia finds herself trapped in a deadly game of global espionage.

And the only man she can trust is the one sent to spy on her.

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Nadia ran with long strides through a mosaic of puddles reflecting the dawn sun. She threaded through the water-logged obstacle course of bollards, nets and stacked crates, feeling slightly chilled from running into the steady breeze. She preferred it that way, it reminded her of home. Besides, it made her run faster, and the rising sun would warm her on the way back.

She slowed to a stop as she came to a wooden diving shack. It stood at the top of worn stone steps descending to a jetty where a five-metre rigid inflatable boat – a RIB, as all divers called them – gently rocked, two sturdy Jefferson engines at the rear, two hundred horsepower apiece. She smiled. This boat would do. A lean young man with dark hair and a ragged fringe, wearing a slightly ripped grey wetsuit, moved nimbly in the wavering rubber dinghy as he stowed gear. He hefted two cylinders at a time as if they were paperweights, sure-footed as he bounced across the boat’s inflated rubber tube onto its aluminium deck to stand them upright on the stainless steel centre-rack. He wrapped elastic around the top valves so the tanks wouldn’t come loose when surfing big waves. She watched his hands: long, flexible fingers, strong but not wizened like a fisherman’s. Nadia had a thing about hands.

Clear water slopped against the sides of the grey boat. The visibility was good. She could see the bottom. Granite boulders and sea-grass, three metres down. Two close-knit schools of silver fish hung underneath the boat, looking for food amongst the seaweed and algae slime of the harbour wall.

She stared out to the horizon, shading her vision from the sunlight shimmering on the waves. The sea looked calm, maybe Force Two, no visible wave crests or white horses outside the harbour walls. Beyond lay the beginnings of the Atlantic Ocean. Next stop after the Scillies was America. There would be big ocean rollers further out.

Another man exited the shack. Podgy, with an unruly mop of curly, straw-like hair, sporting a faded blue Seven-Tenths dive t-shirt, oil-stained white shorts and cheap trainers. He hopped down the steps carrying a plastic crate of diving knives and grey Aladin dive computers.

The first man spoke to him while tying up the last of the cylinders. ‘We need to get a move on, Ben.’ He didn’t add ‘Careful!’ as the second man bounced and almost fell into the boat, but his look said it all.

The chill morning air bit deeper through Nadia’s top, raising goose-bumps on her thighs and arms, chiding her to start running again. But she stayed to watch, forearms across her chest. She cupped both hands over her mouth and nose to stave off the chill breeze.

The one called Ben looked hungover, unsteady on his feet, the colour of his face not too far from that of the algae sticking to the underside of the boat. As he set down the crate, she noticed he had a jumble of keys in his left hand – presumably for the dive shack, maybe the ignition key for the boat, too. She saw Ben’s immediate future.

Her father used to play a game with her when she was five. He would hold something out – a pencil, or something more fragile or precious, even one of her prized crystal figurines – and then stare into her eyes, daring her to blink. When she did, a few seconds or maybe half a minute later, he would drop the object, her mission being to catch it before it smashed onto the ground. This ritual drove her mother nuts, though she never complained, even when Nadia didn’t react fast enough, understanding that her husband was determined to teach his daughter a valuable lesson.

Ben was going to puke. The lean one, whom she presumed to be the skipper, had his back to him, hauling the last two cylinders and weight belts on board. She moved to the edge of the harbour wall, just above the boat. She had no credit cards or electronics on her, save her waterproof diving watch and the room key. Nothing perishable in seawater.

Ben put the keys on the boat’s outer tube, then suddenly pitched forward and retched, spraying vomit into the water, making the fish underneath first dart away then return into the mustard cloud. Breakfast time. She focused on the keys. Still there. The other cried ‘Jesus, Ben!’ even as his eyes spotted the keys. Ben leant heavily onto the boat’s outer rubber tube, scooping a handful of seawater to wash the vomit from his mouth. The keys slid off, and plopped into the water.

‘Fuck, no!’ shouted the other one.

Nadia’s feet had already left the ground. Her hands and head hit the bracing water. She arced underneath the plume of puke-soup, opening her eyes as silver fish flashed out of her way. A glint of bronze sank to the bottom. She kicked down with a measured pace to follow it until the keys landed on a small rock. Grasping them, she stayed a moment, unable to focus on anything clearly, but not caring; life was so uncomplicated down here. She kicked off the slimy rocks and swam around the fish-and-vomit plume to reach the surface, breaching it with a big smile, hoisting the keys high in her right hand. The two men gaped at her. The lean one burst out laughing, and reached out with both hands. Nadia swam towards him.

‘And to think I never believed in mermaids,’ he said. He took both her hands, braced himself with one foot on the tube, and hauled her clean out of the water. She stepped onto the tube in front of him. Still holding her hands, he looked her up and down. ‘Well, bugger me backwards if I haven’t just fallen in love.’ His grin was infectious. ‘I’ve just salvaged you,’ he said, ‘which means by international law you’re mine now. I’m Pete, by the way, your new owner.’

‘I’m cold,’ she said, holding his gaze.

Ben grabbed a towel from one of the boat’s small cupboards and cast it around her shoulders as she stepped onto the boat’s deck. She shivered, then smiled at them both ogling her. ‘Nadia,’ she said.

She handed Pete the keys. When he took them he stroked her hand.

Spasiba,’ he said, putting on a Russian accent, his grin transforming into a handsome smile.

‘You’re welcome,’ she said, holding back from smiling too broadly.

Ben mumbled something, the only intelligible word being ‘coffee’. She nodded and he loped up the steps, then returned. Pete handed him the keys to the shack.

‘I fire him almost every day,’ Pete said, gesturing for her to sit while he perched on the opposite tube.

‘Is it that hard to find help here?’ she asked.

‘Nope. But he’s my brother.’

Ben returned, keys dangling from the ring held between his teeth, coffee spilling from two steaming white tin mugs.

Pete took his drink and frowned at Ben, who shrugged and moved to the front end of the boat to fiddle with something on the console. Pete returned his gaze to Nadia. ‘I know, who’d have thought we were brothers? I asked my mum, but she just winked.’ Pete lowered his voice, a crafty smile playing across his lips. ‘Anyway, Ben has his moments.’

Nadia took a sip. The instant coffee was bitter but hot. It warmed her throat. She cradled the mug in both hands close to her lips, steam rising over her face.

‘You take after your mother, then?’ she asked.

She caught herself – the easy banter, the flirting – and backed up, remembering recent events. She shivered.

‘What just happened?’ Pete asked. He was staring at her intently.

She dipped her eyes towards her coffee. She’d never been as good at masking her true feelings as her sister Katya. ‘What do you mean?’

He put his mug down, his smile fading. ‘I reckon I just saw our lives flash before your eyes.’

Perceptive, too. Must have a string of women. She swallowed more coffee, not tasting it, watching him. No, she told herself. Not a good idea. She called up Katya’s face, then dredged up Kadinsky’s. The Mafioso liked Katya – she’d lasted longer than most – but he had a harem of captive concubines just as beautiful.

Her resolve steeled. The look of recognition dawned across Pete’s face, his understanding that the moment where flirtation could lead to something more had passed. She felt a pang. Another time. Another life.

Pete stood, his face a mask. ‘Want us to drop you back at your hotel?’

‘No, that’s okay, the run will get the seawater out of my trainers.’

He looked genuinely concerned. ‘You don’t want to catch a cold.’

She stood up, downed most of the coffee, reached the granules at the bottom, and flicked them over the side. ‘I’ll be okay. As you guessed from my accent, I’m Russian. Used to the cold.’

She towelled her hair brusquely, then flung the damp linen towards Ben. He did a nice catch for someone pretending not to be watching. The breeze had dropped and the sun’s rays were already heating up. She turned back to Pete. ‘But I am a diver, and I was wondering –’

‘Any time,’ he said. He held out his hand to help her step out of the boat.

She didn’t need the hand but took it anyway, and stood on the granite steps. ‘How many dive operators are there here?’

His lips tightened, and he bent over, loosening the ropes tendering the rear of the boat, while Ben untied the front. ‘Two others, down the quay, Kennedy’s and O’Hawkes.’

‘I didn’t mean… Pete, when are you back?’

‘Lunchtime,’ he said, without looking her in the eye. He flicked on one of the engines, revved it twice, then let it settle to a sputter. Moving forward to the central console with its steering wheel, he flicked the gear lever into reverse. With a clunk the boat began backing away from the jetty.

‘I’ll be here,’ she said.

Pete caught her eye once, then pushed the throttle forward and spun the boat around, heading out of the harbour, not looking back. Nadia shivered, and began her run back to the pub-hotel, her trainers squelching for the first few hundred metres. She’d have to buy new ones. In fact, new clothes all around. As she neared her hotel she glanced over to the horizon, but Pete’s boat was already gone.

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66 Metres is available now!

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abouttheauthor

In his day job, J. F. Kirwan travels worldwide, working on aviation safety. He lives in Paris, where he first joined a fiction class – and became hooked! So when a back injury stopped him scuba diving for two years, he wrote a thriller about a young Russian woman, Nadia, where a lot of the action occurred in dangerously deep waters. It was the only way he could carry on diving! But as the story and characters grew, he realised it was not one book, but three…

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