Harper Knox, nicked named Tofu because of his aversion to eating meat, is an ex-Green Beret. Once he was a prime example of the U.S. army’s best, he is now a complete wreck. After being captured, tortured, and rescued he had not only seen the elephant but was on intimate terms with her. Suffering from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, P.T.S.D. for short, he opted out of the service and returned to his childhood home in western Washington. Tearing out the plants and trees his family had been cultivating for years, he planted grapes. He has plans to someday make wine under his own label. His life was going through a Renascence, a rebirth, and high time for new beginnings. His efforts weren’t enough to dispel the nightmares that plagued his sleep at night but he carried on; just like the good soldier he once was. Unresolved guilt issues over the death of his best friend, Jay Simpson made his attempt at recovery excruciatingly painful. Since leaving the armed forces he accepted occasional contracts where he could put the vast amount of training back into action but this too was becoming increasingly difficult.
When Ted Simpson, Jay’s brother, contacted him for a bodyguard detail, his first reaction was to refuse but after much persuading and reminding about the lucrative paycheck that was involved with a minimal amount of time investment, he reluctantly agreed. Then the shit hits the fan…………
This is the second book I have read by this author (the first being Lowcountry Punch) and I remain impressed. Like David Baldacci, Tom Clancy, and James Patterson, pure gold seems to flow from his pen. His character building is akin to that of Dickens and Twain, leaving them in your mind long after the book is collecting dust on a shelf. You may even find yourself wondering how they are fairing, completely forgetting that they are fictional. Although his titles remain obtuse, what appears between the covers is magic and I highly recommend it to lovers of mystery, drama, and suspense.