gripping espionage techno-thrillers with romance and intrigue
65 Reviews on Amazon - 4.6 out of 5 stars
Bestseller: Jewish Literature, Assassination, Terrorism & Spy Thrillers
Michael Gallagher is an established author who began his writing journey with a gripping, post-cold-war espionage thriller: “Tsunami Connection”. His strong-willed heroine Kefira delighted readers worldwide as she overcame enormous odds in preventing genocide and finding a way to trap a cunning and resourceful ex-Fenian terrorist named Macaulay.
Following strong sales in the English-speaking world, Michael’s work has recently been translated for distribution in Turkey and Germany. Michael’s fast-moving style and unfailing eye for detail make his books very hard to put down once started.
25 Amazon Reviews - 4.8 out of 5 stars
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Will Thomas ever shake off his run of bad luck? From tough beginnings in the Bogside of Derry during the Irish ‘Troubles’, Thomas and his family slip away to coastal Maine. Thomas shuns the humdrum life of the fishing town and forms enduring bonds with Lanky and Billy which will play key roles in his future. Through a career as a photographer, Thomas develops self-reliance and an uncanny ability to chase down detail in his pursuit of truth and his love of nature. He finds himself working for an international news organization in the right place at the right time when events threaten to overturn the world. Believing he has found the foundations of love, he sees everything snatched away from him by technology he can barely comprehend. But the object of his desire has given him a gift before she is lost to him, a gift so precious and powerful that Thomas believes he has the means to find her again and, in the process, defeat a reincarnated Mao Tse Tung in Central China. Can he master the nanosuit and reverse his fortunes? One thing is certain, he'll do everything in his power to try.
Henri lurched to a stop in his 'pimp mobile', a 75 burgundy Cadi with white walls and cream leather everywhere. He buzzed down his window and looked into the gutter. Looks fit, thought Henri. Then he saw the scar that blotted out part of the tattoo peeking out of his shirt sleeve. He could get the letters on the bottom beside the dagger. They read: 'SO LIBER' under an arrow feather beside a partially visible green beret. Henri knew the rest of the patch. The car rocked as he lumbered out. Unable to bend over, he pushed his white runner carefully beside the puke and jabbed the drunk just under the armpit in the ribs. Even at that he barely stirred. Henri turned around and got some ice water from the cooler he always carried on the back seat. Reaching into the car exhausted him and he gulped half of the water in half gallon juice jug. The rest he poured on the guy lying in his own piss and puke in the gutter in front of Gill’s Irish Pub.