I feel very privileged that there are a number of real authors - unlike myself - who are willing to give up precious scribbling time to talk about their own books, their love of books, and anything slightly book-related. You are all phenomenally generous individuals, which leads me to wonder if you are in fact real writers.
Those who said 'no thanks' are well within their rights to do so, as a) they don't know me from a bar of soap, b) there is a distinct possibility I may have stalked them on social media at some stage in the last few years, or c) I have been mean about their books. To you collectively, I say - fair enough, I don't know you either and sorry, please don't prosecute me, because I have stopped, and I still really like your books.
Unless I don't.
Alex Morgan is Chris' alter ego - and often, when you have an ex-military, been there, done that, type of protagonist, it's a case of 'woulda, coulda, shoulda' on the part of the author. With Allen and Alex, it's more a case of 'been there, done that, bought the elite paratrooper turned counterterrorism expert t-shirt'. Because these are the facts, folks. Chris Allen's life is just as fascinating as fiction, and probably quite a bit stranger.
From a firecracker start in the drug-lord heavy jungles of Peru, through to decisive, tightly written action in the political jungles of Washington DC, RANGER is Allen’s best writing yet. Not only do we see Alex Morgan facing his own demons, but we also have the chance of understanding just how serious the human fallout of modern warfare is for those who stand up and say ‘I choose right, not easy’.
There is no way to go any deeper into the action without giving plot spoilers, except to say there is brotherly love, lots of stabby stabbing (yes, I love the stabby stabbing), mind control, two of the most unpleasant characters I have come across in quite some time in the form of the two Danes, and someone whom you hope like hell has a shred of humanity left inside them, but truly, absolutely doesn't.
It may seem strange to start an article about an author called Joe Ducie with a title of 'The Mighty Ducks', but firstly, as anyone who reads my nonsense knows, I never have straightforward titles; and secondly, this time, it really does make logical sense.
Well, semi-logical anyway. Which, in many ways, is much like Mr Ducks - er, Ducie and myself, when we indulge in a glass or two of red wine.