Mastermind Diego Garcia is on a quest to control all of Latin America. Strikes against the governments of Latin American countries, as well as key cities along the U.S.-Mexican border have resulted in hundreds of captured civilians, including some Western lawmakers. Mack Bolan's job appears simpl...
"Πόλεμος εναντίον της Μαφίας", εκδόσεις Άγκυρα.Πρώτο βιβλίο της σειράς Ο Εκτελεστής που διαβάζω, αλλά δεύτερο του Ντον Πέντλετον, μετά από ένα αστυνομικό μυθιστόρημα με τον τίτλο Μπάτσος για νοίκιασμα, που είχα διαβάσει το 2010 και που δεν μου είχε φανεί κάτι το ιδιαίτερο. Ο Εκτελεστής είναι, φυσ...
Continuing his one-man war on the Mafia, Mack Bolan (no relation to Marc Bolan, of T.Rex, I presume) gets whiff of a Mafia summit in the matching-white-belts-and-shoes capital of the world, so he heads to Miami to interrupt the proceedings. I predict there is going to be a massacre-- a Miami mass...
School for Assassins!The hot and arid island of Sicily is infamous as the birthplace of the Mafia. From this Mediterranean spawning ground the deadly forces of evil and corruption have spread to all points of the globe. In the U.S. the Mafias influence has become as sophisticated as it is powerfu...
An Ashton Ford Novel. Ashton Ford is intrigued by a case involving a beautiful silent "Jane Doe" who has been sadistically brutalized. The mute and mysterious woman has no idea who she is, why someone wants her dead, or why the entire left hemisphere of her brain has been surgicallly removed. ...
Private investigator Ashton Ford finds himself, at the request of a man who was supposed to have died over a century ago, in a magnificent mansion at Laguna Beach. There, he's surrounded by flesh and blood ghosts and at the mercy of an ageless sculptress. From the creator of the Executioner series.
The creator of the 55-million-copy Executioner series brings back his exciting new hero, Ashton Ford, in his fourth breathtaking adventure. When the friends and followers of a powerful and stunningly beautiful psychic begin dying in mysterious, ways, Ford is called in to uncover the truth behind ...
An exciting novel about the possibility of beings in space. The lovely Hollywood actress was convinced and obsessed with the idea that someone, somewhere in space was calling her. Former naval intelligence officer, private investigator, and gifted psychic, Ashton Ford was to find that everything ...
Meet Ashton Ford...Psychic Detective... Private Investigator Ashton Ford has special powers, powers some call supernatural. A former naval intelligence officer, Ford will shatter your ideas of reality and take you into a mystical world of vision, intuition, and psychic truth. A phenomenal psychic...
The call to Mack Bolan is urgent, almost frantic. Rosario Blancanales kid sister, Toni, has been raped and beaten - but at least she is still alive, unlike the five other victims whose throats were slashed by the Minneapolian maniac. In a raging search-and-destroy assault, Mack Bolan makes his p...
An attack on Stony Man Farm results in the deaths of April Rose and Andrzej Konzaki, and Mack Bolan vows revenge.
This time, all the stops were out. Mack Bolan became a single-minded, death-spewing avenger the minute Eve disappeared.... Someone he cared about, Eve had been swallowed up by the voracious bloodthirst of international terror. Bolan stalked the savages responsible deep into the labyrinth of dou...
In the second book of Don Pendleton's long-running "Executioner" series, entitled "Death Squad," Mack Bolan enlisted the help of ten of his old Vietnam War buddies to help him take down a Mafia family in California. More than ten years later, after Pendleton had stopped writing the series and gho...
Seventy-two filthy, vicious motorcycle hoodlums have taken over the fantasy isle of Catalina off the coast of Los Angeles. Their hostages are the island s seventeen hundred inhabitants, cowering from the butchery.Also kidnapped are six top government thinkers attending a secret conference. The su...
A power-hungry Texas billionaire was planning to stage a revolution in Mexico. But the FBI and CIA knew only that their agents, sent to infiltrate his mysterious strike force of elite mercs, had suffered horrible deaths. The president's decision - send in Able Team! Breaking through the high s...
The American travelers in the Argentine were obviously mistaken for wealthy corporation executives. How else to explain their gruesome abduction and humiliation?The terrorists demanded seven million dollars, and for every day it wasn't paid they threatened to cut off the head of a captive. But bl...
Let me make one thing perfectly clear, the events in this book are totally unrealistic. The idea that any bureaucrat would take, much less get away with, the risk taken by the City Administrator in this novel. And even if such a bureaucrat was willing to take such a risk, I sincerely doubt that h...
The militant brother of an Arab ruler has kidnapped a brilliant young American. And Mack Bolan knows that in wrong hands the teenagers knowledge of nuclear devices could change the course of history.The Executioner faces awesome odds as he blitzes a forbidding desert fortress in the tiny oil shei...
Torn by political struggles and underground revolution, the Philippines are wide open to powermongers and would-be messiahs. Now the deadliest and most elusive terrorist-bomber in the world stalks its crowded streets, plotting an act that will shake the country to its core.Working under governmen...
A trap! So much for undercover operations, thought Bolan. His nighttime parachute drop into Thailand had become an open secret. Enemy gunfire zeroed in on his position. It was survival time in the jungle again! The Executioner was in Southeast Asias Golden Triangle to strike at the internationa...
Frank Edwards, a busted CIA agent, was trafficking with terrorists in Europe. His illegal-weapons supplier was a Defense Department contractor in Massachusetts. His European connection was a high-ranking British Intelligence Officer.Mack's task: eliminate all of these bastards. He blows the hell ...
I'd already been gisted; I wanted a close look for myself. The editor was very interested in the Wiseman affair, of course, and he also knew that I was hot. I promised him a lock on the story if I ever put it together for myself. He set up the equipment for me and then left me to my own devices. ...
It was like being an actor. The idiots in Hollywood thought they were so great pretending to be someone else—they should try doing it when their very freedom and lives depended on it. They had no idea, though Rodney guessed that he had the drop on them because he was acting himself. Or his previo...
He located one close by but passed it up when he saw a one-man operation down the street. Inside, the place had the musty, slightly alkaline odor of paper stock mixed with the acid tang of the printer’s inks. A short, bald, middle-aged man with half...
In place of monuments to presidents and heroes, shabby houses testify to broken dreams; children run the streets by day and night, collecting into gangs for self-protection, striking out in anger at society's indifference. The alternate reality of Washington is rich in violence, boasting crime ra...
Pieces of the puzzle locked snugly into place. He remembered the Soviet factory ship at Akureyri, the seaman in the watch cap, snatches of conversation. Stuff that bored him then had now, suddenly, become loaded with significance. We buy our oil fro...
Just do Alison.” "Very well," Oom murmured, eyes cast down in a quick inspection of the bill. She could probably spot a phony just by the feel of it in her hand. I was losing objectivity myself. I was forgetting that this woman was a double for Jane Doe, that the L.A. cops were probably even then...
The pilot tried to ignore a nagging worry that plagued him. He and Bolan had survived plenty of action together, on lots of hot missions in both Bolan's old Mafia war and in the Executioner's hits out of Stony Man. He had seen the Mafia-busting Bolan "die," then to be rebo...
I'd use a different metaphor for the present situation. Unless it was total coincidence, my presence in Brighton seemed to be having an opposite effect. Lightning was striking all around me, sure, but not harmlessly. Just look at it. I'd been in charge for a matter of hours and already three peop...
Published at Smashwords by Linda Pendleton. Cover design by Linda Pendleton and Judy Bullard. This is a work of fiction. Any similarity to actual persons, groups, organizations, or events is not intended and is entirely coincidental. Smashwords Edition, License Notes: This edition is li...
But the Soviet military intelligence boss had no choice and he knew it. But now it would begin and Uttkin felt the familiar pleasant warmth of anticipation course through him. The moment Lyalin had arrived in his chauffeured ZIL, they marched Lansda...
No more than forty minutes left, but he would wait and see if any of the gringos had a shred of common sense. If one of them had seen the soldier, even sheltered him at home, it would be so easy to step forward, save himself, his family, by offering the information Rivera sought. Of course, it wo...
Bolan had called ahead from a pay phone, and the former captain of detectives was expecting them. As Evangelina swung her convertible into the driveway, Bolan spotted Hannon waiting for them underneath a carport connected to the house. Hannon greeted them affably, showing ...
The man had entered ten minutes earlier, five minutes before the 5:30 P.M. closing time. Bolan eased his fingers on the trigger guard. A soft misty rain fell. From the roof of the four-story building where he lay, the Executioner watched the man emerge from the store. &nbs...
But what? Bolan had clearly touched a raw nerve with his "headcase" remarks. And while it was a long way from proving the veteran cop's involvement in a murder cover-up, Fawcett's reaction to that probe definitely warranted a deeper look. The big gu...
Bolan's intelligence computer was fairly running over with collections from the automated monitoring station and the big problem of the past twenty minutes had been to simply sort and assimilate the fast pace of events. Weiss and Kaufman provided a say-nothing shouting mat...
Bolan crawled along on bruised hands and knees, a slow, tedious journey only faintly illuminated by a miner's helmet perched on Libertad's head. The terrorist leader was far ahead, and at times Bolan was plunged into absolute blackness when the small lamp that was the only...
When you think about it, you wonder how the damned thing gets off the ground. Guess I never really understood the principles of flight—and I also guess, when you get right down to it, that I don't want to understand. Some things are better just taken on faith. For me, airplanes and flying fit tha...
Kalinsky. Haven't seen him since, uh, since I guess right after Miss Highland." "You mean since right after dinner." "Yes sir, it—well, I guess more like about nine-thirty. He was looking for her—Miss Highland—asked me if she'd come through. Because by then the party had moved out here, you know,...
The Ashton Ford Mystery Series: Ashes to Ashes; Eye to Eye; Mind to Mind; Life to Life; Heart to Heart; Time to Time. Fiction written with Linda Pendleton Roulette Comics by Don and Linda Pendleton The Executioner, War Against the Mafia Nonfiction Books by Don Pendleton A Search for Meani...
The hours I had spent with Toni that spanned our first meeting outside the consulate on Tuesday night and my awakening alone at the mountain retreat on Wednesday morning had seemed like a fingersnap of time while I was experiencing them, yet those meager hours contained practically all of my dire...
They were divided into two teams of three and a ten-man main force. Jean-Paul had insisted that the attack be restricted to soldiers from his own Marseilles family. Ancarani, the Unione Corse boss from Ajaccio, had offered a large contingent from his own gang, but Jean-Pau...
He was a well-muscled guy, cut from the same mold as those pretty boys Bolan had chased out of the New Age Center before the shooting started, except for the beginnings of sagging facial muscles bespeaking a lifestyle of too much pleasure and not enough morals, and a pronounced ferret squint arou...
He'd stuffed a small folded piece of a matchbook cover between the door and the frame, and it now lay on the floor in front of his door. He'd asked not to receive any maid service and so far no maid had entered his room. Bolan walked back to the elevator area and punched a...
"They are almost here," the voice croaked. Hermann saw the car. It is about a kilometer away." "Danke," Thomas Morganslicht said, throwing off the blanket and staggering out of bed. He pulled on a thick turtleneck sweater, jeans, hiking boots. The cabins were without any h...
Protection. The troop carrier could not take the battle-rutted road as fast as the limo. Strakhov must be impatient to get Masudi to their destination. All right. Another chance. The staff car disappea...
The door closed behind him with a hollow thud. Bolan was silent. He eyeballed each man carefully, analyzing from the way they moved what their strengths and weaknesses were. He didn't find many weaknesses. The three men faced Bolan in the narrow cor...
He rocked back in the leather-covered chair, legs crossed, examining the spit shine on his Gucci loafers and waiting for the caller to wind down a little. "Certainly I've been in touch," he said when there was a moment of dead air. "The minute that I heard. The families sh...
I knew that much, now, and I was remembering it in bits and slices. It had really started when two guys began pushing her around in the gallery and I went to her assistance. That part was clear and firmly etched into my awareness. It was our first meeting and I recall hanging around and browsing ...
Even stumbling around with the language the way he does... I think it adds to the charm." I am thinking about dissimulation but I nod my head and agree. "Of course, between you and me., Ash, he uses that to his own advantage. Like my Mexican gardener. Been coming here once a week for at least the...
ominous. Three decades of upheaval and redirection have produced a new rural nation . . . almost. Metropolitan centers of commerce have been replaced by gleaming strip-cities, linear communities geared to the housing and servicing of the citizens of an agricultural economy. A imall number of favo...
Enroute, Elaine seemed to warm up a bit and began telling me about a series of "incidents" involving Craig Maan which just seemed too "queer" to be accidents. The trouble had begun two weeks earlier and just a few days after the investor group had come forward with their offer to produce t...