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A schoolboy lies alone and dying on a Scottish mountainside. A highly experienced rescue team can’t find him. One man is the boy’s only hope.
When news of Martin Princeton’s disappearance reaches international fugitive and former Royal Marine, Ryan Kaine, he abandons the evidence that could help clear his name and heads to the Scottish Highlands. Officially, the authorities want Kaine in custody. Unofficially, there’s a bounty on his head.
Still hampered by injuries from the events that turned him into the most wanted man in Europe, Kaine uses the heavy burden of killing eighty-three people aboard civilian aircraft Flight BE1555 to fuel his new mission. He will protect the grieving families, The 83, at all costs.
Armed only with charm and an intimate knowledge of the region, Kaine must convince the rescue team of his good intentions and find out everything he can about Martin’s disappearance before they discover who Kaine really is.
Using his mountaineering knowledge, his special forces training, and his rapport with the locals to help him find the missing boy in time, Ryan Kaine is … On the Rocks.
Can be read as a standalone novel.
If you like Lee Child’s Jack Reacher, Mark Dawson’s John Milton, and Robert Ludlum’s Jason Bourne, you’re going to find the Ryan Kaine’s 83 series compulsively addictive.
Wednesday 16th September – Martin Princeton
Martin opened his eyes a crack.
Rained all bloody night. Hour after sodding hour. Didn’t let up for a single second and he couldn’t do a bloody thing to take shelter.
Pain. Nothing but pain.
Dawn had brought hope, but it also brought heavier rain.
He used to love Scotland. Hated the place now. Stupid country. Stupid weather. Stupid mountains.
Why didn’t he stay home? Nah, he wanted to be with his mates. Wanted to run from the well-meaning neighbours and their flowers and their Goddamned sympathy for Mum and Dad. Not for him though. Nobody asked how he was. Nobody gave a toss about the little brother. They left him to fend for himself. Bastards.
And where did he end up?
Halfway down a cliff, alone, bleeding, and freezing to death.
Huge crushing drops fell onto his face, into his eyes. The cold had numbed his skin, and the freezing air sliced through his thin clothing.
So damned cold.
Why didn’t he put on his heavy jacket when he had the chance? Too bloody stupid. That’s why not. The other lads in the party, the ones with the muscles that made girls fawn all over them, they didn’t wrap up warm against the cold and the rain, so he hadn’t either. They’d shamed him into it and now he was going to die alone in nothing but a pair of jeans, a T-shirt, and a light summer jacket.
Pride and macho stupidity was going to kill him in the end.
Losing Matt in the plane crash, when was it? A week ago? Just a week? Jesus. Focusing on Matt’s death had made him careless, and the mountains were going to make him pay.
Overnight, the darkness had been total. No stars, no moon, no light. Nothing to see and nothing to hear but the wind whistling through the rocks and his pitiful weeping.
He tried not to cry like a girl, but couldn’t help it.
If dying alone in misery wasn’t a good enough reason to cry, then what was?
Besides, up here, no one could see or hear him. No one to laugh at his blubbing.
Right on cue, a pulse of agony ripped up his left leg and into his knee. It was probably broken. Yeah, that’s right. Martin Princeton, a weakling who got lost on a school trip. That’s what they’d think of him—a pitiful weakling, a cripple.
Better to just die and get it over with than have them look at him with pity.
How long would it take to die? Would he last the day?
He knew people could survive without food for days, but the cold, the fucking cold.
He couldn’t bear the thought of another endless night with nothing to focus on but the pain every time he moved and the blinding, screaming headache that clamped his temples so tight he thought his skull was going to explode.
Martin tried to keep still, but the shivering wouldn’t let him. Each shudder fired electric shocks through his arm and leg. Music—his normal escape from the world—wouldn’t come. Whatever he tried, he couldn’t make the tunes play in his head.
It had already been more than a day and nobody had come for him? Why not? Did anyone know he was missing? Had anyone raised the alarm?
And what would happen to Mum and Dad now?
Again, he cried. Not from anger or self-pity this time, but for what his death would do to his ’rents.
They’d already been through so much since the plane crash. Mum collapsed into Dad’s arms when the police broke the news that Matt had died aboard Flight BE155. One of the eighty-three people murdered by the madman, Ryan Kaine.
Monster. Terrorist bastard. Fucking killer.
Ryan-fucking-Kaine killed Matt.
His big brother was dead.
At least Matt had gone quickly. Always was the lucky one. Not like Martin. No, Martin was going to die alone on a bloody mountain. Exposure would get him, or gangrene. Painful and slow.
Matt died but Martin was still alive—at least for the moment. But he wished he was dead—ungrateful bastard.
Oh, God. Matt, I’m so, so sorry.
The big brother who’d tormented and teased him all his life, but who’d have taken a bullet for him, would never come back. He’d never see Matt again.
He’d never see anyone again.
He should have stayed with Mum and Dad. Should have stayed home. The sadness in Mum’s eyes when he told her he was still going to Scotland despite Matt’s death. He didn’t ask. Didn’t even bloody ask. Instead he’d been angry with her for insisting she walked him to school like he was a baby, too small to cross the road on his own.
“For God’s sake, Mum. Stop crying. It’s embarrassing,” he’d said under his breath outside the school gates while the other lads stood by, trying not to smirk. “I’ll be back in plenty of time for the funeral.”
Why had he even said that? What was he thinking? She’d reacted as though he’d slapped her across the face. And he hadn’t even apologised. He’d been a selfish bastard, didn’t even say goodbye, and where was he now? Dying on a Scottish mountain, that’s where.
All because he wanted to see the eagles up close.
Stupid, stupid, stupid.
To think he’d fallen for it.
What would Matt have said?
“You’re a complete moron, baby brother. What have I told you about reading between the lines? Don’t trust anyone! You fuckup. Fancy letting Mum and Dad down like this now I’m not here to save your sorry arse.”
He’d have said it with a kindly smile and maybe ruffled his hair, but he’d have said it just the same.
Sorry, Matt. Sorry for being a fuckup. Sorry for everything.
A raindrop fell on the tip of his nose and ran into his mouth. He licked the water away. No chance of dying of thirst in Scotland.
Had a better chance of fucking drowning.
He sneezed. The movement shot a light sabre through his leg, his shoulder screamed, and the crushing vice around his head tightened.
Martin pushed his free fist into his mouth, bit down hard on the knuckles, and screamed in silence. Once again, he let the tears flow.
He stared up at the jagged edge of the cliff face in the distance, the one with its recently crumbled ledge.
If there were any search teams, would the broken rocks point them to him? Could he last long enough for that?
Time passed slower than every single maths lesson he’d ever had with Ma Bancroft. Jesus, when would they put the old cow out of her misery? She had to be at least fifty.
Seconds, minutes, hours passed.
The rain lightened and finally stopped, but a heavy blanket of fog took its place.
Last night, before the sun set, the drubbing of a helicopter’s rotor blades had given him brief hope, but the bloody thing had flown right over his position without stopping. The spotters hadn’t seen him, but why should they? The rocks hid him.
Maybe the helicopter hadn’t been searching for him after all. Perhaps someone else was lost on the mountain.
Oh, Jesus. Jesus.
They weren’t coming. No one was coming.
He’d fucked up for the last time.
“Mum, Dad, Matt, I’m so sorry I let you down.”
Martin closed his eyes to the cold grey mist and waited for death.
John Hunt on Amazon wrote:
On the Rocks is another Donovan winner. Plenty of action, adventure, characters you care about and ones you REALLY love to hate. I thoroughly enjoyed the descriptions of the Scottish Highlands; made me wish I was there.
This book is like every other Donovan novel I have read in that it is well-written, never gets dull or boring, the story smoothly flows from beginning to a terrific ending and leaves you anticipating the next one. I highly recommend this book. I received a free copy from the author for proofreading purposes but decide voluntarily to review it.
Don't miss this one; you'll be sorry if you do!
Christine Roe on Amazon wrote:
Ryan Kaine is back, still on the run but showing a softer side after all the death and destruction in Ryan Kaine: On The Run. The characters are well described and the search and rescue team at Lodge Farm, particularly Iona, Gregor, and Drew are finely drawn in description. The tense relationship between Sergeant Townes and Buffalo Bill Cody is well crafted and the twist at the end is a surprise.
The only regret I have is that having Goggled 'Zelda's Smile' and 'Ben Craed' I was disappointed that they don't exist. I really wanted to see the scenery. They are so well described that they seem real. I am really looking forward to Ryan Kaine: On the Defensive. Barney Mortensen is in deep doo doo!
David C Taylor on Amazon wrote:
I loved this book Ryan Kaine is a great character and someone I would want on my side if I were in trouble. This story can be read as a stand alone but it is part of a series. great storyline kept me on the edge of my seat. Never sags in the middle.
Can't wait for the next book by Kerry whatever the subject he is just a brilliant writer. I cannot praise or recommend him highly enough. By the way even though I received the ARC as stated below I had already pre ordered mine from Amazon.
I shall be reading it again not something I do often. well done Kerry, I have read all Kerry's books. keep them coming.
Another action packed Ryan Kaine thriller that takes off where Ryan Kaine On the Run ends. Kerry Donovan's descriptions of the Scottish highlands makes you feel that you are there alongside Ryan as he attempts to rescue Martin Princeton. Along with the action, intrigue, and moments of romance, the reader gets to see the very human side of Ryan Kaine, and just how much shooting down the flight with 83 souls on board has affected him.
If you have read the first Ryan Kaine book, this one is a must read. If you are new to the Ryan Kaine series you need to start with On the Run so that you will have the background to understand the why to this story.