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Welcome to day 22 of the awesome Blogival 2016 event. Today, we’re featuring Rob Sinclair and his latest novel Hunt For the Enemy. Read on to find out how he started writing and read an excerpt from his latest novel.

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GUEST POST: Why Did I Start Writing?

Why did I start writing? Well, because I bet my wife I could write a can’t put down thriller, of course! Really, that’s how I became I writer. At the age of 28 I’d never before even entertained the idea of writing a novel. I was a forensic accountant used to travelling the world fighting fraud and corruption. Until one fateful day on holiday in Spain when I made a seemingly innocuous comment to my wife (after having been unimpressed with the book I’d just read) that I believed I could write a thriller to match those churned out by the biggest names in the business. Why thrillers? simply because that’s the type of book I love to read, the type of TV shows and movies I watch.

 

Actually my wife didn’t even take my flippant statement seriously, but I did. From that day I started to play around some ideas in my head just for some specific scenes – there was nothing like a story at that point. For my first published novel, Dance with the Enemy, everything began from just one scene in my head; the kidnapping at the start of the book. I don’t remember now why I first thought of that, I just knew I wanted something hard-hitting and action-packed. When I first drafted those chapters I had little idea about where the story was going. I’m not even sure I had a clear picture of Carl Logan, my protagonist, in my head at that point. But I got that scene down onto the page and, low and behold, further ideas started to come to me left, right and centre as to where the story could go. Actually, if I remember rightly, it was the twist at the end of the book that came to me next and I then slowly started to craft the story around it, filling in all the gaps from beginning to end. It might sound like a haphazard approach to writing a novel but it’s an approach that seems to work for me. And actually, by breaking the story down into manageable chunks, it took away that daunting prospect of trying to think of an entire plot in one go.

 

I’ve since discussed my writing technique (or lack of it) with other writers and have discovered that there are two broad types of writers; plotters and pantsers. I’m definitely the latter. I hate over-planning things, much preferring to just get my hands dirty, so to speak. It suits the way my brain works and also how I form ideas. So I just sit down with a couple of big ideas on day one and get writing. It’s exciting not knowing exactly what is going to happen in my own book!

 

When I think about it, I realise now that I’ve always had the ideas for writing, sloshing around in my jumbled head, I just didn’t know it. I’ve definitely got an over-active mind, that’s for sure. My attention span is that of a newt which means I find it hard to concentrate on a lot of things. Without warning and completely subconsciously my brain often wanders off into cloud cuckoo land. It happens to me all the time. I can be having a conversation with someone and the next minute, whilst they’re still talking to me, I’ll be off writing a shopping list in my head, or thinking through what to eat for tea that night, or, more recently, what kind of horrible death I should inflict upon the bad guy in my latest novel. It’s nothing personal against the people whom I’m with at the time, it’s unfortunately just the way my mind has always been. Me being like that definitely does lend itself well to writing – now I can finally harness my random thoughts to good use!

 

Hunt for the Enemy By Rob Sinclair

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As an entire intelligence community is thrown into jeopardy, infamous spy Carl Logan must put an end to the attacks while evading his own agency who’ve turned against him, in this thrilling conclusion to the best-selling series.
The hunt is on.
They’ve erased his past. Wiped out his very existence. But Carl Logan isn’t finished yet. On the run in a harsh Russian winter, Logan – once an invaluable asset but now branded a traitor — has been framed for murder. His own firm, the secretive Joint Intelligence Agency, have labelled him a rogue operative after two decades of loyal service. The agency is hunting him down; and they’re not the only ones. But there’s much more at stake than just Logan’s life. One by one, agents and informants from all sides, all allegiances, are dying.  And Carl Logan is the only man who can put a stop to it, once and for all.
Hunt for the Enemy is the final, audacious novel in author Rob Sinclair’s electrifying Enemy series, and represents the dramatic final twist at the end of embattled secret agent Carl Logan’s epic story. From the wounded warrior suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder to the cool-under-pressure and hard-as-nails super spy, readers have watched Logan evolve in strength, character and ambition as the series has progressed, despite the adverse challenges mounting and the world he knows slowly turning against him.
Rob Sinclair is one of the most arresting authors in the spy thriller genre, delighting US fans with his fastpaced, cleverly woven stories of corruption, intrigue and the relentless resilience of the human spirit. Hunt for the Enemy is the suspenseful conclusion to Sinclair’s nail-biting, critically acclaimed, best-selling trilogy, with over 100,000 copies sold to date.

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Prologue

They say that before you die your whole life flashes before you. But nobody can know for sure what happens in those moments before death. If you do see your life flashing before your eyes, does that mean you’ve got no chance? And if it doesn’t, does that mean you’re going to be okay?

Carl Logan didn’t know. Five months ago, on the day he almost died, no bright light had been calling him in, no images from his childhood flickering through his mind. There had been only pain and suffering.

Logan had been on his last breath. His brain had submitted. His body, too. He shouldn’t have been alive. But after his heart had beaten its last beat, it had beaten one more time. And then it had beaten again.

And it had kept on going.

It hadn’t been his time to go.

But he hadn’t been saved. Not by a long stretch.

 

Chapter  1

3rd October

Maybe the psychologist had been right. Maybe he was an addict. Who else would put themselves in these positions willingly? Knowingly?

He had the man in a hammerlock. It was a classic submission hold. Its ease of application, and the fact it could be used from an upright position, meant it was a favoured hold of bouncers and law enforcement the world over. Logan was in neither of those professions, but it was a move that he had found to suit many purposes nonetheless.

He pulled the man’s wrist further up towards the shoulder, feeling the resistance as the shoulder joint was pushed to bursting point. The man let out a yelp at what was becoming an inevitable outcome. His friends, just five yards in front of Logan at the other end of the bar, continued to look on, forming a physical barrier between Logan and where he wanted to be – the exit.

‘Move out of my way. Now,’ Logan said. ‘Don’t think for a second I won’t do it.’

Despite the threat, the man’s three friends stood their ground. They weren’t about to back down. But they weren’t looking like they were about to make a move either. For now, it was a standoff. Neither side wanted to take it to the next level.

Yet.

Logan looked them over, one by one. Rednecks would be a harsh way to describe them. They were probably just average working guys letting off steam on a weekend; albeit guys who were bulked up through steroids and overuse of weights, and fuelled by alcohol and God knows what else. Each one of them was big and menacing. And judging by the non-situation that had started this, they were looking for a fight tonight.

And for no sane reason, other than he was who he was, Logan was prepared to grant them their wish. He wasn’t the tallest or the strongest guy in the world, but he could handle himself just fine. Despite the odds, he still fancied his chances against this lot. ‘I warned you,’ Logan said.

He pulled the man’s wrist further, as hard and as fast as he could, pushing against the resistance until he heard the tell-tale pop as the man’s arm dislocated from the shoulder. The way it suddenly flopped in his hand told Logan it had probably dislocated at the elbow too. The man shrieked in pain and slumped to the floor as Logan let go, readying himself for the next stage of his latest battle.

The three friends, wide-eyed and staring, looked shocked at what had just happened. Maybe their macho stand-offs didn’t normally go this far. And yet they continued to stand their ground. Logan was a little surprised by that.

But then he saw it. The man on the left. It was nothing more than a flinch. Maybe just a twitch, even. But it was enough for Logan. Enough to tell him that this wasn’t over yet. And that man was now his next focus.

But just as Logan was about to leap forward, something unexpected happened.

He heard the noise before he felt anything. A dull thud. He was on his knees before the searing pain in the back of his leg took hold. Then came the thud again. This time pain shot across his back.

In an instant, unable to stop himself, he was face down on the floor.

He tried to stand up, but the combination of whisky and whatever had just hit him was too much. Instead, he just lay there, hearing the thuds that kept on coming. Feeling the pain with each strike, but unable to muster a response. He saw boots crowding around him. Saw them pulling back and kicking him. Pulling back and kicking. The thuds kept on coming across his back.

He took a boot to the face and felt his lip open up, blood pouring into his mouth. The blows kept on coming but Logan didn’t move. He wasn’t sure he could anymore. He closed his eyes, wondering how things had gone so wrong this time. Maybe he was losing it. Maybe he had never really got it back. He had been out of action for too long. Five months had gone by now since his last fateful assignment. Five months of hell.

His mind began to wander, his awareness of the blows raining down on him fading. Before consciousness left him, he felt a slither of an unlikely smile form on his face.

The psychologist was right. He was an addict.

But it wasn’t the fighting that he was addicted to. It wasn’t the pain either – he was no masochist. Too many years had gone by living a life that wasn’t a life at all. He didn’t want to be their machine anymore. He couldn’t. That was his addiction – the clamour for some sort of normality. He just wanted to live and to feel like everyone else did. Nights like this, in a twisted logic that made sense only to him, allowed him that.

He just wanted to be normal.

And yet he knew that would never be the case.

About The Author

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Rob began writing in 2009 following a promise to his wife, an avid reader, that he could pen a ‘can’t put down’ thriller.

Rob’s first novel, Dance with the Enemy, was published in June 2014 and is the first in the Enemy Series following embattled intelligence agent Carl Logan. Rise of the Enemy, the second book in the series, was released in April 2015, with the third book, Hunt for the Enemy, being released in February 2016. The Enemy series has received widespread critical acclaim with many reviewers and readers having likened Rob’s work to authors at the very top of the genre, including Lee Child and Vince Flynn.

Rob worked for nearly 13 years for a global accounting firm after graduating from The University of Nottingham in 2002, specialising in forensic fraud investigations at both national and international levels. He now writes full time.

Originally from the North East of England, Rob has lived and worked in a number of fast paced cities, including New York, and is now settled in the West Midlands with his wife and young sons.

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