They hired the biggest man in Europe for one night's easy work. Six days later he is wanted in four countries and out of people to trust.
A giant, wisecracking contract killer takes a routine honeytrap job in Rotterdam, loses the woman on his arm, and burns every alias he owns hunting her from Grozny to the Azores.
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Tonight, I am a banker.
Rented suit. Fake name. A beautiful woman on my arm who is being paid to be there. The job is simple: get a crooked Dutch banker into a hotel room and let Fredericks do the rest. Fredericks pays in gold. I have done worse for less.
Then the cabbie takes a turn nobody asked for, and I put a shiv into the back of his head, and by the time I climb out of the car, Catharijne is gone.
Six days later I have killed two Chechens with a stolen drug cart, been interrogated by the FSB in Grozny, talked my way out of a Rotterdam jail cell and a CIA warehouse, and paid an Englishman in Bitcoin to deliver me to the wrong address on purpose. Everybody wants to know who I work for.
So do I.
Somebody put a tracker in my back six months ago while I was unconscious in a field hospital. Everybody in this story has known where I was the whole time. Somebody has Catharijne, and they are not going to give her back.
I know where she is. I know I am not enough.
I am going anyway.
MONARCH. A Quinn novel from the Sam Jameson universe. Complete in one volume.
An unnamed, CIA-trained freelance contractor — enormous, funny, extremely good at the work and paid in gold by a corrupt Agency fixer — is hired to escort a beautiful woman through a routine kidnapping operation in Rotterdam.
“Tonight, I am a banker.” Four hours later he is the most wanted man in the Netherlands.
Genre & Subgenres
For readers of Mark Greaney, Barry Eisler, Vince Flynn / Don Bentley and Jack Carr & M.P. Woodward.
Lone-Operator Vigilante Espionage
The men's-adventure line of the category rather than the procedural line. One freelance killer, real tradecraft, and no institution behind him. First person, dry, digressive, and narrated by the largest man in Europe.
Conspiracy Thriller
Four services run the same operation from opposite ends, and a financier in a bespoke suit is quietly paying for all of it. Two names from Devolution turn up here, which makes this the cross-sell card as well.
A Doomed Love Story
Load-bearing, in that there is no second half without it, and it does not end happily. Sold as exactly that and nothing else: no reunion implied, no happy ending promised, and never as romantic suspense.
“Tonight, I am a banker.” Four hours later he is the most wanted man in the Netherlands.
Quinn is not his name. Neither is Mayfair. He never tells you the real one.
He was paid to hold a beautiful woman's arm for one evening. That was the entire job.
Two Chechen hit men followed him into a hospital. Neither of them walked back out.
The FSB had him in a chair in Grozny for a day and a half. They learned nothing. He learned everything.
He burned every alias he owns between Grozny and the Azores, hunting the woman he was hired to escort for one easy evening.
Quinn is not his name. Neither is Mayfair. He never tells you the real one.
He was paid to hold a beautiful woman's arm for one evening. That was the entire job.
The Tropes Inside
Every name in this book is rented, starting with the narrator's. He never does tell you the real one.
Ten minutes into an easy job, the driver takes a turn nobody asked for. Everything else follows from that turn.
He knows exactly what he is: the expensive part of somebody else's plan. It does not stop him having opinions about the plan.
Cold, bleeding, upside down in somebody else's country, he will still tell you this is the best moment of his life. He means it about half the time.
Dead drops, brush passes, burner phones, a key in a magnetic holder up inside a bridge truss. Everything he does, you could look up.
A hospital drug cart. A spectrum analyser lifted from a supermarket depot. Styrofoam, petrol and a cheap phone. He does not carry a kit; he improvises one.
Size fourteen feet and shoulders like a doorframe. His entire method is being looked at deliberately, on his own terms.
Langley, the FSB, MI6 and Tel Aviv all want him in a room. Only one of them wants him breathing afterwards, and he is not sure which.
The Englishman sent to hand him over has a price. It is payable in cryptocurrency, and it is not especially high.
The job was to hold a beautiful woman’s arm for an evening. Everything after the first ten minutes is unpaid overtime.
Real Reviews, Real Readers
“Right up there with James Patterson, David Baldacci, Nelson DeMille, and Frederick Forsyth.”
“It’s 5 a.m. and I just stayed up all night reading!”
“Sharp, extremely well written, and scary as hell!”
“Special Agent Sam Jameson is one very tough, gutsy lady… one of the best suspense/thriller books I have read in a long while. My new favourite suspense author.”
“I love this series… Love this smart mouthed, sassy, sexy agent. I hope her luck holds in future books!”
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Monarch - Quinn Book One
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Great series. You will sit up all night reading!