It is my absolute pleasure to welcome you to my stop on the Blog Tour for Dead Man’s Badge by Robert E. Dunn. I’d like to thank Anne Cater at Random Things Tours for inviting me onto the tour and for providing an ARC. Let’s check it out……
BOOM!!! What a great read that was!! Starts of with a bang and then just keeps the relentless pace going!
Before I get into the book itself, let’s just stop for a second, sit back and admire the absolute beauty of a front cover. Between this and the Blurb, I was grabbed straight away and knew I just had to read this one. The Blurb totally reminded me of one of my all time favourite TV shows ‘Banshee’ as the premise of both are very similar – career criminal finds himself in the position of stealing the identity of a towns new Police chief and actually getting away with it. This is a storyline that fascinated me, in that we have a lawless man taking the reigns of the town police force and battling against some real nasty pieces of work. Suddenly, it’s a level playing field for both sides as ‘all bets are off’!
This book had everything that I look for in the novels I read. Great location, serious bad guys (criminal and law enforcement), guns, fisticuffs, death…..the whole shooting match! There’s also a serious element of ‘who can you trust’, which fortunately doesn’t take long for our main protagonist to figure out….which is unfortunate for them as you don’t want to fall off Chief Moody’s Christmas card list! I must confess, it did take me a little while to figure out what was at play with the overall end goal of the Mexican Cartel and dirty DEA personnel, but it does all come together nicely in the end and is really well explained to the reader.
Seriously folks, if you like your books to be high octane, no holds barred, thrill a minute, then look no further than Dead Man’s Badge……it’s an absolute corker!!!!
Easily one of my favourite reads of the year so far, and one I can highly recommend!!
Career criminal Longview Moody, on the run from killers, assumes his dead, twin brother’s identity as the new Chief of Police of a Texas town that’s being terrorized by a Mexican drug cartel.
To pull off the deadly deception, Longview desperately works to become the kind of cop and man that his brother was.
But when the two lives he’s living converge, he’s forced to embrace the violence within him to get justice…and vengeance.
I wasn’t born in a log cabin but the station wagon did have wood on the side. It was broken down on the approach road into Ft. Rucker, Alabama in the kind of rain that would have made a Biblical author jealous. You never saw a tornado in the Old Testament did you? As omens of a coming life go, mine was full of portent if not exactly glad tidings.
From there things got interesting. Life on a series of Army bases encouraged my retreat into a fantasy world. Life in a series of public school environments provided ample nourishment to my developing love of violence. Often heard in my home was the singular phrase, “I blame the schools.” We all blamed the schools.
Both my fantasy and my academic worlds left marks and the amalgam proved useful the three times in my life I had guns pointed in my face. Despite those loving encounters the only real scars left on my body were inflicted by a six foot, seven inch tall drag queen. She didn’t like the way I was admiring the play of three a.m. Waffle House fluorescent light over the high spandex sheen of her stockings.
After a series of low paying jobs that took me places no one dreams of going. I learned one thing. Nothing vomits quite so brutally as jail food. That’s not the one thing I learned; it’s an important thing to know, though. The one thing I learned is a secret. My secret. A terrible and dark thing I nurture in my nightmares. You learn your own lessons.
Eventually I began writing stories. Mostly I was just spilling out the, basically, true narratives of the creatures that lounge about my brain, laughing and whispering sweet, sweet things to say to women. Women see through me but enjoy the monsters in my head. They say, sometimes, that the things I say and write are lies or, “damn, filthy lies, slander of the worst kind, and the demented, perverted, wishful stories of a wasted mind.” To which I always answer, I tell only the truth. I just tell a livelier truth than most people.
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