ARCs AVAILABLE NOW: The Harvester – Jon Biddle
LAUNCH DUE JANUARY 10 2019
Dale Broc is one of the most gifted surgeons of our times and specialises in liver transplantation. His analytical brain and bedside manner make him one of the most respected surgeons in the world. However, he has a dark side too.
Broc becomes embroiled in his early life with Tao Ng, a high-ranking member of the Sun Ye On Triad, who runs a legitimate business in Asia that’s a front for an illegal organ transplant business. Broc uses this relationship to feed his sociopathic tendencies. Getting off on dissection and removing his victims’ organs.
Alex Brown, a dogmatic and driven police sergeant has discovered human meat in the food chain. Alex uncovers a world of commerce, sexual deviancy, Korean assassins and a serial killer always one step ahead of her investigation.
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About the Author
Jon Biddle: Writer. Son. Brother. Husband. Father.
As a professional infantry soldier Jon served multiple operational tours, before swapping the frontline of battle for the frontline in surgical care when he went into major trauma care and emergency obstetrics.
“I spent ten years in the British Army before going into healthcare as a mature student. Career, children and the general melee of life took a priority, backburning a long-held aspiration to be a published author.
For years I have wanted to write a book. I had the negative self-talk, but I’m now at a juncture in my life that I am getting on a bit, along with some health issues, and I realised that, if you really want to do something, then just do it.”
Jon lives in the southwest of England and works as a Surgical First Assistant and Anaesthetic Technician in the private care sector.
He is married to Samantha, his childhood sweetheart, and has two grown children, Jorden and Devon.
BETA READERS OF THE HARVESTER HAVE BEEN VERY IMPRESSED
WITH THIS DEBUT NOVEL
“OMG it made my hair stand up… very dark, very grisly and I couldn’t put it down.” – Marie
“I loved it! Characters are perfect and I really didn’t see that ending coming. This one goes on my read it again pile.” – Susie
“Very descriptive and atmospheric!” – Lorna
“Dark, intriguing, amazing book.” – Rachel
“It’s quite relatable to believe a network is used to kill people and take their organs. Just weird to think of it happening in the UK.” – Ellie
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Lucy was staring up at the van ceiling. She could feel everything. Lucy’s lower back was painful, like when you would spend too long in bed on a Sunday morning, the low light to her right had sounds emanating from it. Lucy went to move her head in the direction, but her thought just remained like that, just thoughts. She was confused, her muscles were screaming, as the lactic acid was burning in her joints. What was going on, she thought.
She remembered the previous evening, walking to her car, she remembered the man in the car park, she remembered falling and wetting herself, then him placing the mask over her face and the familiar smell of the anaesthetic gas. Lucy felt weirdly warm, not cold considering the alarming state she thought she was in, she felt safe.
There was no doubt she was in a van. She could see the fittings in the thin roof. There was a whirling circular contraption, she guessed was the other side you see when a builders van goes past, driving fresh air into the rear of the van, spinning in the wind.
There was a sound from outside. She felt someone approach the van. All her muscles remained dormant. Dead like, she couldn’t scream, she was trying to tense up, but nothing, she couldn’t sit up, she couldn’t even use her hands to protect her modesty. The van clunked, and then the familiar sound of a security system was bleeping. The same sound she remembered last night. The driver’s door opened, she could hear the scraping of the man’s shoes on the tarmac outside. The man heaved himself in, there was manly grunt as he did, the van dipped momentarily on its suspension, and then the door slammed shut. There was a pause, then the switching of levers and the audible sound of computerized devices. Her hearing, augmented, could hear everything, even his breathing. It was laboured. The inner door latch made a noise, and the door opened and the lights, like razor blades cut through Lucy’s eyes as her irises in her eyes narrowed rapidly, as the brilliant light started burning the back of her retinas. Her automatic thoughts screamed at her to raise her hands to shield her eyes, nothing moved. Her eyes in a fixed stare, unable to move, she was desperate to see the man that had taken her. Without her eyes moving, it didn’t take long for him to come into view, she could feel him manipulating draws and pressing buttons. Lucy felt him come into her space. Felt his hands on either side of her body, resting on the trolley. His face came into view, she smelt the coffee. Lucy wanted to scream. His face was calm and gentle, with solid features, but her predicament argued with her rationalizing how the man looked, she as paralyzed on a trolley in the back of a van, THAT THIS MAN HAD DONE! WHY, WHY, WHY… The man lowered his face nearer to Lucy, she thought he was going to kiss her, she tried to reel back, but nothing, she had no clue where this encounter was heading, but wherever it was going, Lucy knew there was nothing that she could do to control the situation.
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Note: The above excerpt is from the initial edit and may not be the final, published version.