Author Gordon J Brown

Daily Record – Shari Low

Gordon — Wed, 15 May 2013 08:11:52 +0000

In advance of the new book launch Shari Low has reviewed the book. the full review will be out in the next few weeks but she sent me an extract:

“Cracking premise, blistering action and swarms of dodgy bad guys in suits – The Catalyst is an explosive riot that keeps the suspense dial turned to high from beginning to end .”

Thanks Shari.

Launch Date

Gordon — Thu, 11 Apr 2013 18:18:33 +0000

It looks like the new book – the Catalyst – will be launched on the 22nd of May at Waterstones in Argyle St.

Gordon — Thu, 21 Mar 2013 14:16:59 +0000

Tour of America continues (well short tour of America continues). Itinerary – Glasgow – New York – Denver – Colorado Springs – New York – Glasgow. Followed by trip to Manchester next Tuesday (oh the glamour).

Left Coast Crime Festival

Gordon — Mon, 18 Mar 2013 19:00:33 +0000

Cool – Craig Robertson and myself are appearing at the Left Coast Crime Festival this week. http://www.leftcoastcrime.org/2013/ All the way to Colorado Springs – I’m sure that’s a song somewhere.

The Catalyst – Cover

Gordon — Tue, 12 Feb 2013 15:14:59 +0000

The new cover for my next book has arrived. Wonderful.

Silence is Golden

Gordon — Fri, 01 Feb 2013 13:35:44 +0000

Having neglected my internet duties I thought I better get my backside into gear. Having been taken on by Gallus Press for my new book see www.olidapublishing.moonfruit.com – I owe a a big thanks to Allan Sneddon. My new novel – The Catalyst is due out March 20th 2013. I can’t give you sneak peak yet but I can post up the blurb from the back of the book:

The Catalyst by Gordon Brown

‘Transforming their darkest thoughts into action’

‘Craig McIntyre, ex US military turned bodyguard, has a powerful and uncontrollable affliction: his mere presence removes people’s inhibitions, transforming their darkest thoughts into action.

When a US senator sees the unique potential to create the ultimate assassin he orders a covert agency to capture Craig and Craig’s wife, lorraine.

in an attempt to mould him into a lethal weapon, the senator has Craig drugged and tortured and forces him to witness Lorraine’s murder.

Craig escapes and, distraught at the death of his wife, he vows to kill the senator. But he has to act fast because the agency has orders to hunt him down and bring him back: dead or alive.’

I’ll post up the cover soon.

Daily Record

Gordon — Sat, 08 Dec 2012 15:13:47 +0000

Bottle Part 12

Gordon — Fri, 05 Oct 2012 11:00:18 +0000

The distillery became a media hot spot. Charlie did more interviews than Usain Bolt after breaking a world record. TV and radio adore a ‘hero and ‘Quick Question Charlie’ became ‘Have a Go Charlie.’ The internet caught fire and with the speed only the digital world can deliver Charlie went global. A Facebook page was set up. #haveagocharlie became the number one spot on Twitter and a young pupil from the local school snapped together a website and Charlie was immortalized in pixel form.

The next day the newspapers spread Charlie over the front pages. ‘Four drinks and you’re out cold.’ ‘ It’s a ‘whisky’ game working in a distillery.’

A US TV network phoned and offered him a first class ticket to New York to appear on the morning breakfast show. They threw in a weeks’ stay in a hotel and a VIP tour of the Big Apple. But Charlie declined. He had always wanted to go to New York but he had his reasons for staying.

So it’s Monday and I’m opening the gate. So I should have retired on Friday. So Nora isn’t too happy. But the publicity from the raid has put visitor bookings through the roof and if ever I had questions worth answering I have them now. Especially when they’re going to name a whisky after me.

Charlie walked into the distillery thinking that when retirement beckoned it would be worth the wait. But that day now felt a long way in the future.

The End

Bottle Part 11

Gordon — Thu, 04 Oct 2012 11:00:22 +0000

The bottle was curving to the ground and Charlie had to bend to catch it before it could smash on the concrete. As he did so Number Three hit him but flew into the air as he tumbled over Charlie’s bent form. Charlie stood up and turned round but the gang member was already getting to his feet. Charlie hadn’t the time to reach for more bottles. ‘Please forgive me.’ The prayer made to the God of whisky. He sighed before smashing the forty year old bottle onto the head of Number Three. Crystal and whisky exploded into the air and the engraved top spun over the roof of the Merc.

The last gang member hurtled through the shop door and found Charlie standing over the bodies of his three colleagues. Carrying two bags in one hand the fourth gang member had a leather cosh in the other. He took one more look at his comrades and raised the cosh to attack. Charlie was defenseless. Too far away from the boot for more bottles and, out in the open, he knew his luck wouldn’t hold for a fourth time. The last man started to leap forward and stopped – his head the centre point for a firework display of gold and silver as Tony neatly stepped from the shop behind him and brought down a bottle of seventeen year old on the man’s head. The man dropped to the ground.

Whisky bottles 4 – Thieves 0.

Charlie started a wide smile.

Bottle Part 10

Gordon — Wed, 03 Oct 2012 11:00:48 +0000

As the man in black stood there Charlie cracked the top of the bottle in his hand and offered it up to him. ‘Fancy a taste.’ Charlie took a slug from the bottle, stepped forward and spat the whisky into the eye slit in the man’s hood. The man screamed, throwing his hands to his face. The sound of the scream brought the driver out of his door and Charlie lifted another bottle and, using muscles that had lain dormant for years, heaved it at him. At one time Charlie had been a dab hand at throwing rocks over his house. It took co-ordination and a fair effort to do that. Now the practice paid off as the bottle caught the driver square in the face and he crashed to the ground.

The first man was still screaming and Charlie casually walked over to him and swung the bottle onto the crown of the screaming man’s head. He collapsed like a wet sponge.

Number Three ran out of the door and tried to take in the scene. In his hand was a crafted crystal bottle. Charlie recognised it as the forty year old. A precious thing. Charlie began to reach into the boot for another bottle but, unlike his two companions, this one was quick on the uptake. He charged at Charlie, throwing the forty year old at him as he came. Charlie had a choice. Dodge the attacker or save the forty year old.

Charlie chose the latter.