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Book Review: Assignment: Kowloon Hotel

   Hey, everyone. I am still learning to use Blogger's new system so bear with me on any glitches to the blog.
   I recently downloaded a free book from Amazon by a guy named R.S. Nolte. As you might suspect from the title of the post, the book is Assignment: Kowloon Hotel. It is normally $4.95 for the ebook. I got it during a promotion which I noticed on my I-Pad app called Flipboard. Let me mention that Flipboard is an excellent news feeder for I-Pad. One of the things I selected for a feed was a source called Kindle Free Books. Being an egomaniac, I also have my own blog on there. This is convenient if I have to check something from a past post. But, back to the book.
     I have never read one of Mr. Nolte's novels before, but I think I have found a new writer. This guy doesn't waste a lot of motion but has a fast-paced, action based style which is similar to my own. I would rate the book a 4 star out of 5.
    The hero is a guy named Jack Tangiers. Jack appears in a whole series of books, by the way. Jack is a Denver cop. He comes home one rainy night to find a lovely oriental woman sitting on his front steps. She has been referred to him by a man in Hong Kong who Jack has never heard of, which is interesting to say the least. She is in fear for her life and wants Jack to protect her. The lady, named d'Asia, stays the night with Jack, and there is an attempt on her life. Jack awakes to see d'Asia fighting another woman. The intruder is killed and d'Asia disappears. In a monumental lack of judgement, Jack does not report the death, but transports the body to a vacant lot.
      Concerned for the girl, his own career and his life, Jack tries to unravel the mystery. The trail takes him to Hong Kong, where he pokes his nose into the raw night-life of that teeming city. In another thread to the story which converges with the main theme, a young woman delves into the mystery surrounding the death of her father in Paris. Her trail also leads to Hong Kong and the theft of some very rare paintings. Will all the convoluted threads tie into a neat knot at the end? To see, you'll have to read the book.
    From the author's green retreat, I'm CE Wills.
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