Today I’m delighted to be on the blog your for Tight Lies by Ted Denton and am lucky enough to be able to bring you an extract……
Ted Denton’s explosive debut novel is an exhilarating action thriller pitching the privileged, seductive world of a professional sports agent against a backdrop of political double-dealing, corporate corruption and brutal violence.
A young Daniel Ratchet arrives in Spain to begin his dream job as a golf agent on the European Tour. In London, the Russian Rublex Corporation, with its history mired in ‘Vory’ mafia criminality, is working on a huge gas deal off the Falkland Islands with the British government. Veteran civil servant Derek Hemmings is tasked to rubber-stamp the deal for the Foreign Office.
But things are not what they seem … With the help of Wallace, a cantankerous old golf coach, Daniel discovers match fixing, fraud and corruption on the Tour, all at the seeming behest of Rublex. A thorn in the Russians’ side, Daniel is kidnapped before he can expose the truth. Wallace, needing help, contacts an old army buddy who deploys violent loose cannon Tom Hunter on a mission to save him.
A tense race against time ensues, both to rescue Daniel from the clutches of the Vory and for Hemmings in Whitehall to prove that the deadly deal is corrupt. The stakes are high. As the body count mounts will the volatile Hunter reveal the truth or will he be too late?
Dead or alive, the truth always comes at a cost.
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‘Your meeting with Boris Golich is scheduled for 4 p.m, sir,’ a stiff young man announced in an impeccable rendition of the Queen’s English. The grey haired civil servant, encased in
perfectly creased dark pinstripe, sat deep in thought. The small, yet smartly presented, office sat just off the corner of Whitehall. He barely acknowledged the aide as he was presented with a bulky
folder. ‘Everything you require to know about the co-funded gas exploration deal is within, sir. Please do not hesitate to enquire if there is anything further I can assist with.’
The phone on his desk rang and, after watching it rattle in its cradle for a little longer than was polite, Derek Hemmings, who had been staring wistfully out of his rain-streaked window, moved
hesitantly toward it, took a deep breath and answered. It was the call that he had been dreading since arriving that morning at the refined environs of the Foreign Office. Andy Bartholomew
was on the line. Derek’s senior counterpart at the Department of Trade and Industry was a short, balding, pugnacious Scot whose name was pronounced in the manner in which one might clear
unwanted phlegm from the back of one’s throat.
‘Right, the pressure’s really on this time, Hemmings,’ he snorted. ‘We can’t afford another fuck up on the seismic scale of the Rio Tinto deal. There are seven thousand British jobs on the hook for this gas operation in the Falklands. Boris Golich’s Rublex Corporation is co-funding the operation and will be piping gas into Europe with a big fat BP badge on it. And in case you missed that, old man, the B in BP stands for British.’
‘Thank you for the insightful synopsis as ever Andy,’ Derek responded coldly. ‘Forgive me that I don’t share in your unfounded ebullience but my consternation is simply thus. I’m due to meet Boris Golich at sixteen hundred hours today. However rich and powerful he may be and with whomever he may now be friends, the man is purported to have a rather unsavoury past. I’m not really sure that the British Government should be working with him at all. Job creation or not I’m afraid.’
‘Not your concern, pal. BP has agreed terms. We’re shutting out the Americans on this one. The Prime Minister has ratified it. It is as they say…’ he paused for dramatic effect, inhaled, then exhaling
as he spoke his punch line, ‘…a done deal.’ The ‘A’ was pronounced ‘hay’.
Derek shuddered. ‘Then what do you need me for, pray tell? Surely I don’t need to be dragged into this viper’s nest at all if everybody is seemingly so keen to work with this gangster?’
‘Do as you’re told, Hemmings. Your department is there to dot the I’s and cross the T’s. Can you manage that, son? Don’t fuck it up this time and do not come back without a signed agreement. I
hope that’s clear.’
about the author
Author Ted Denton was offered a bursary at an early age to serve as a commissioned officer within the British armed forces. Fascinated with both geo-political relations and bipartisan negotiation, Ted has engaged with international governments, political faculties and Non-Governmental-Organisations (NGOs).
Ted has forged an exciting career through his founding of a private international consultancy. He undertakes extensive global travel and exploration. Ted is passionate about writing, boxing and adventuring
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Thanks so much to Kelly for inviting me on to the tour and to Ted for sharing an extract with us.
Have a fantastic day!