Covert departments, undercover coppers and special divisions teams? Women with badges? Police Sergeant Terrance Ashton was sick of them invading his Hampton Lane Police Station. Especially the likes of Helen Drake. Shoving her ID in his face like Hampton Lane was the palace, and she held the golden key. Interrupting his long-anticipated breakfast of a savory bacon sandwich. Paperwork. That's what Drake represented to Ashton. Loads of bloody, friggin' paperwork . . .
Straight from a covert CYCLOPS mission, Joe Carlisle was sickened by what he saw. The carnage of Hampton Lane Police Station was like something out of a horror flick. "I think my mate is asking where the jailer got his," Joe said.
Windows shattered, walls and desktops pebbled with bullet holes, massive pools of blood on the littered floors -- along with the sheeted bodies of slaughtered coppers. A half-eaten bacon sandwich on the desk out front.
"In the cellblock," Parsons said. "Along with Station Office Ashton."
Carlisle numbly registered the death of Police Sergeant Terrance Ashton. Helen Drake was missing, abducted.
His Helen.
And thus begins SATAN'S BREED by B.J. Kibble (ASIN: B00KM8HXCS, ISBN: 9781499398540, 338 pp), thrusting readers into the heart of the action, as this British author is known to do.
It doesn't take Joe Carlisle and his Russian partner, Boris Saski, long to learn that a young prostitute named Sophie Anastasia was also taken. A female special operative and a prostitute, why abduct those two? Where's the connection?
Where are the women -- and what horrors are being done to them?
From one non-stop chapter to the next Kibble invites his readers on a thrill-ride of no small proportion, leading them through the besieged police station to Helen's ransacked apartment to the putrid darkness of a sewer and the dusty belfry of St. Andrew's Church, or the lavishness of the U.S. Ambassador's private residence. With a host of colorful characters like young police "watcher" Johnny Monkton and Mohawk-sporting Geoffrey Grant-Stewart, traitorous Thomas Cairns-Torrington formerly of Her Majesty's Coldstream Guards-Army Intelligence and terrorist Ishmael Khazan, Kibble keeps you guessing who will get it in the end. Might it be the terrorist, the hero . . . the American President? And of course, there are a few surprises among the many twists and turns, car chases and explosions.
Ah, and then there's that teeny bit of romance. Thank you, Mr. Kibble.
I loved SATAN'S BREED, and give the thriller five hearty stars. As with B.J. Kibble's other novels I've had the pleasure to indulge in(Chasing the Wind, Dry Rain, Legion, Cries From the Grave) each book is truly like "reading a movie." His books are that fast-paced. Pick up a copy of SATAN'S BREED. You won't be disappointed.
NOTE: A former British copy, B.J. Kibble miraculously survived three near-death experiences. On the last occasion he escaped uninjured from the epicenter of a devastating IRA bomb and decided writing novels might prove a lot safer. So far so good.
Straight from a covert CYCLOPS mission, Joe Carlisle was sickened by what he saw. The carnage of Hampton Lane Police Station was like something out of a horror flick. "I think my mate is asking where the jailer got his," Joe said.
Windows shattered, walls and desktops pebbled with bullet holes, massive pools of blood on the littered floors -- along with the sheeted bodies of slaughtered coppers. A half-eaten bacon sandwich on the desk out front.
"In the cellblock," Parsons said. "Along with Station Office Ashton."
Carlisle numbly registered the death of Police Sergeant Terrance Ashton. Helen Drake was missing, abducted.
His Helen.
And thus begins SATAN'S BREED by B.J. Kibble (ASIN: B00KM8HXCS, ISBN: 9781499398540, 338 pp), thrusting readers into the heart of the action, as this British author is known to do.
It doesn't take Joe Carlisle and his Russian partner, Boris Saski, long to learn that a young prostitute named Sophie Anastasia was also taken. A female special operative and a prostitute, why abduct those two? Where's the connection?
Where are the women -- and what horrors are being done to them?
From one non-stop chapter to the next Kibble invites his readers on a thrill-ride of no small proportion, leading them through the besieged police station to Helen's ransacked apartment to the putrid darkness of a sewer and the dusty belfry of St. Andrew's Church, or the lavishness of the U.S. Ambassador's private residence. With a host of colorful characters like young police "watcher" Johnny Monkton and Mohawk-sporting Geoffrey Grant-Stewart, traitorous Thomas Cairns-Torrington formerly of Her Majesty's Coldstream Guards-Army Intelligence and terrorist Ishmael Khazan, Kibble keeps you guessing who will get it in the end. Might it be the terrorist, the hero . . . the American President? And of course, there are a few surprises among the many twists and turns, car chases and explosions.
Ah, and then there's that teeny bit of romance. Thank you, Mr. Kibble.
I loved SATAN'S BREED, and give the thriller five hearty stars. As with B.J. Kibble's other novels I've had the pleasure to indulge in(Chasing the Wind, Dry Rain, Legion, Cries From the Grave) each book is truly like "reading a movie." His books are that fast-paced. Pick up a copy of SATAN'S BREED. You won't be disappointed.
NOTE: A former British copy, B.J. Kibble miraculously survived three near-death experiences. On the last occasion he escaped uninjured from the epicenter of a devastating IRA bomb and decided writing novels might prove a lot safer. So far so good.