Post: A Thriller by Sean Black

Jason Bourne for 2015 – A special forces operative battles his way across America to be reunited with his wife.

Post: a thriller

Exhausted by years of combat, and haunted by the ghosts of his past, nothing is going to stop special forces veteran Byron Tibor returning home to the woman he loves. But is Byron who he appears to be, and why is the American government determined to stop him? 

From the blood-soaked mountains of the Hindu Kush to the glittering lights of Manhattan, via the dark underbelly of the Las Vegas Strip, POST is the story of one man's struggle to retain his humanity – before it's too late.

Genre: FICTION / Action & Adventure

Secondary Genre: FICTION / Mystery & Detective / General

Language: English

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Word Count: 73,800

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Nominated in the 2015 International Thriller Writers' Awards.

Post is the first book in a brand new series. Sales have been very encouraging so far in comparison to my main series featuring Ryan Lock (the Lock series is bestselling in both the UK and US and has been translated into many languages).


Sample text:

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Bank of America, Santa Monica, California

 

 

Lewis

As the man in the frayed green jacket approached her counter, Shawna Day moved her right foot toward the silent alarm button grooved into the carpet directly under her cash drawer. Although he didn’t appear to have a gun, and had made no effort to conceal his face with anything other than the ragged shadow of a beard, everything about him, from the head on a permanent swivel, to the hunched shoulders and the eyes that darted in every direction, screamed two words: bank robber.

    With a textbook ‘How may I help you today?’ masking her concern, Shawna took a closer look at the man standing on the other side of the bandit screen. He was in his late twenties, although the oily blue-green fish-scale bags under his eyes made him seem older. His hair was cropped close to his skull. He turned his head slightly to the left, glancing back over his shoulder at the bank’s lone security guard. Shawna glimpsed a raised red scar running in a semi-circle around the back of his skull. He was clutching a brown manila envelope. The back of his left hand was bandaged. A brown crust of dried blood had seeped through the gauze. The sight of the blood and the dirty dressing made her stomach lurch.

 


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