Showing posts with label Deadly Additive. Show all posts
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Tuesday, December 18, 2012

DEADLY ADDITIVE - Donn Taylor - One Free Book


Welcome back, Donn. I'm glad to see you have another paramilitary suspense novel. What are some of the spiritual themes you like to write about?
They’re fairly basic. Chief among them is the reality of evil and the subtlety of it: things good in themselves become evil when pursued to excess or in the wrong way. A subtheme is the inadequacy of any religion except Christianity to provide an explanation of evil. Consequently, anyone who thinks deeply about evil will be driven to Christianity. Another theme is the emptiness and incompleteness of a life without God. And yet another theme is forgiveness.

What other books of yours are coming out soon?
To be honest, I wish I knew. I do have two that are being shopped around. One is a sequel to my mystery Rhapsody in Red. Another is a historical that’s quite different from my other books. And of course there are two others in various stages of completion.

If you could spend an evening with one contemporary person (not a family member of yours), who would it be and why?
I’m very tempted to say Newt Gingrich. I don’t think I’d ever vote for him, but he is probably the best mind on the political scene today. His blend of historical knowledge, Catholic faith, and politics would make lively and interesting evening conversation. But my real choice would have to be Billy Graham. I have no doubt that an evening with him would deepen my faith and spiritual understanding, and that kind of evening would be the worthier goal.

What historical person would you like to meet (besides Jesus) and why?
I'd choose the medieval poet Dante Alighieri. His Divine Comedy is one of my all-time favorites, and I'd like a first-hand reading of what he intended in his allegory, e.g., does the Greyhound represent Dante's patron or does it represent Jesus in the Second coming? I'd also like to know more about medieval Florence than the history books tell. My second choice would be the British naval hero Horatio Hornblower. I’d like to ask him how he rescued that group of European slaves from their African masters without firing a shot or paying a shilling. His biography is silent on that.

How can you encourage authors who have been receiving only rejections from publishers?
That’s always difficult because you don’t know the basis of the rejections. Let’s assume that flaws in the writing caused the rejections.  I think the best way is to emphasize things that the writer is doing really well. After the praise sinks in, you can make suggestions on how to tighten up the writing to achieve a more favorable reception.

Tell us about the featured book.
The book is a suspense novel titled Deadly Additive. To soldier-of-fortune Jeb Sledge it seems like a simple job: Rescue an heiress and her journalist friend Kristin Halvorsen from their kidnapping by Colombian guerrillas and collect a sizable paycheck. But Kristin has other plans.

After stumbling onto a mass of dead bodies, she won’t leave Colombia without the proof she needs for the story of a lifetime. While she and Jeb wrangle over her obstinacy, they discover a hidden factory where the guerrillas build a new and deadly type chemical weapon for the international black market.

Their discovery triggers a raid on the factory, followed by a desperate search through the Caribbean and the U.S. to prevent a catastrophic attack by weapons the factory has already produced. But who is behind that attack, and what are the planned targets? Finding out brings Jeb and Kristin again into peril for their lives. Unexpectedly, their experience also leads them into a spiritual odyssey. As always in my novels, the suspense is often laced with moments of humor.

Please give us the first page of the book.
            By habit, Jeb Sledge disapproved of people who pointed weapons at him. The present offender’s tuxedo did not qualify him for an exception, and the silencer on his pistol only aggravated the offense.

            They stood in the living room of Sledge’s drab one-bedroom apartment in north Houston. That morning his doctor had pronounced him fully recovered from last year’s wounds by an assassin. In the afternoon he’d refused an offer of two hundred thousand dollars to rescue the daughter of billionaire Steve Spinner from her Colombian kidnappers.

            Later that day he got a call from Roger Brinkman, the retired CIA officer who now ran an “information service” known among experts as the best source for data on international crime. Brinkman didn’t say how he'd heard about Spinner’s offer, but he chided Sledge for turning it down. He’d heard vague rumblings of something new among the Colombian guerrillas, and the Spinner problem might make a good takeoff point for the right operative.

            Sledge said he’d think about it.

            He did—for thirty seconds over dinner at a good Italian restaurant with reasonable prices and servers who didn’t introduce themselves. The dinner celebrated his advent as the “New Sledge.” The old one was a hard case with a bad habit—volunteering for dangerous jobs to support noble causes. The cantankerous Old Sledge also enjoyed throwing his weight around, all two hundred and fifty pounds of it. But that Sledge had not survived the assassin’s bullets. The new one sprung from his ashes would be too smart to take risks where there was no tangible reward. He would live the quiet life and avoid noble causes.

            Savoring the thought, Sledge drank a toast to his new self.

            Afterwards, when he opened his apartment door, the security system gave no warning beep. Had he forgotten to set it?

            Then the intruder switched on the lights, and the New Sledge found himself looking into the silencer on a Walther PPK. He was caught. Too far in to dodge back outside and too far from his captor to attempt disarming him. Besides, the man weighed at least as much as Sledge and looked like he’d be hard to handle even without a gun. The ugly curl of his lip said he was itching for an excuse to pull the trigger.
            Sledge’s anger blazed, but he raised his hands and controlled his voice. “You're welcome to my fortune—thirty-three dollars and sixty-two cents. You’ll find the silverware in the kitchen drawer, but it's actually stainless.”

How can readers find you on the Internet?
My Web site is www.donntaylor.com.
I’m also on Twitter as DonnTaylor3.

Thank you, Donn, for another interesting interview.

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Deadly Additive - paperback
Deadly Additive - Kindle


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