Excerpt Week 2: JET – Outbreak

By Malcolm Aylward

Excerpt Week is now Excerpt Week 2. Today, the spotlight is on Malcolm Aylward’s JET – Outbreak, which introduces a new female super-spy to the JET Kindle World, based on the creations of Russell Blake.


Island of Menorca—in the Balearic Sea—off the coast of Spain

Maya burst through the thick canopy and onto the white sandy beach. She spied the shooter’s Zodiac watercraft pulled up on the surf and tore off across the sand and headed straight for the boat. Just as she reached it, the woman burst through the trees and immediately saw Maya had beaten her to it.

Josette Perot worked for the French counter-espionage agency DPSD (Directorate for Defense Protection & Security) and her superiors had assigned her to retrieve the stolen USB stick containing the safe house locations after it was stolen by the men she just killed in the villa. She had never failed a mission and she was bound and determined not to have this one be the first. She had easily procured the data stick from these amateur terrorists and was certainly not going to let this person take it from her—no matter what.

Josette raised her suppressed FN Five-seven pistol and fired at Maya. She barely missed as Maya rolled in the sand and came up behind the Zodiac. Maya then drew her pistol and shot Josette once square in the chest and the mysterious black-clad woman jerked backwards and landed flat on her back on the white sands. She wasn’t moving, so Maya ran over and nudged her with her boot. The hollow-point bullet had struck Josette’s body armor and temporarily knocked the wind out of her, not to mention leaving a hell of a bruise to follow.

But before Maya could react, the French assassin performed a leg sweep, causing Maya to drop her gun as she hit the ground. Josette was a highly trained practitioner of the French martial art of Savate and Maya was an expert in Israel’s own Krav Maga, so both women were extremely deadly with their hands and feet.

When Maya hit the sand on her back, she placed her hands flat behind her head and popped back up onto her feet like a cat and let loose a vicious onslaught of Muay-Thai elbows and knee strikes at the French agent’s face and legs. Josette deftly avoided the blows and spun to the left and threw a right side chop at Maya’s throat. The athletic French agent missed with the chop, but threw up a straight left at her face. Maya tried to lean back but got clipped on the chin.

Maya staggered back from the blow and dropped to one knee, seeing stars for a second. Josette threw a spinning leg strike straight at Maya’s head. She barely ducked under the kick but ended up face-down in the sand. Josette seized the opportunity and wrapped Maya up in a scissors lock and squeezed with her toned and powerful legs tighter and tighter. Maya twisted her body sideways and responded with a double open palm strike to each side of Josette’s head. The French woman moved at the last second to lessen the blow and swore in her native tongue.

Maya could speak seven languages fluently so she fully understood the French curse words she heard as she broke free of the hold and stood back up. But hearing Josette speak French caused her to pause for just a fraction of a second. That pause was just enough to allow the French spy to unleash another leg strike at Maya’s mid-section. Maya grabbed her leg in mid-air with both hands, twisted it and spun her around in the air and slammed her down face-first in the sand. Maya then leaped on her back, pulled out her second Glock and held it tightly to the side of the woman’s head and screamed in French, “Enough! Stop now, tell me who you are or I will blow your damn head off. I heard you speak French.”

Josette spat on the ground and said, “Yes, I am French. My government sent me here to retrieve a certain item that was stolen from us. Please know that I am holding a live grenade underneath me right now. If you shoot me then we both get blown to hell. Or maybe I’ll just blow us to shit anyway.”

About Jet – Outbreak

Maya, code-named Jet, finds herself in the midst of a terrifying epidemic just outside of Tel Aviv, battling a horde of infected humans and fighting time itself in a nail-biting race to stop this deadly plague before it spreads any further.

Maya teams up with Josette Perot, a beautiful but deadly French assassin and Chase Thompson, hacker extraordinaire from Texas. Both are future members of the tactical special ops team that will come to be known as The Specialists, and they assist her in battling and finding a way to contain the deadly and mysterious outbreak before it is too late.

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About the author

Malcolm Aylward is a genre fiction author from the Great Midwest who loves to write action/adventure, thrillers, fantasy and sci-fi novels.

Before JET: Outbreak, he released the military thriller Dunn’s Revenge. a precursor novella featuring Major John Dunn and Chase Thompson (from JET: Outbreak.)

Malcolm has also previously released the non-fiction self-help book, “How I Kicked Type 2 Diabetes Butt! And You Can Too” in March of 2015, describing his personal battle to overcome and conquer Type 2 diabetes.

When he isn’t writing, Malcolm spends his time enjoying his two amazing sons, his lovely girlfriend, his goofy dogs, playing music, exercising, martial arts, fishing, collecting swords, whiskey, and the great outdoors, all the while saving the world from the zombie hordes.

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About Amazon Kindle Worlds

Kindle Worlds is an Amazon initiative that allows authors to publish stories set in another author’s fictional universe. The Jet Kindle World is based on the character Jet, created by bestselling author Russell Blake.

Excerpt week: JET – Rescue — a Jet Kindle World novella

By Kim Cano

All this week, Written Words is publishing excerpts from books by fellow author-members of the Jet and Lei Crime Kindle worlds. Today, you can get a feeling for Kim Cano’s Jet novella, JET – Rescue.

JET-rescueCoverBangkok, Thailand

Lawan stared at her reflection in the dirty, cracked mirror. Instead of the eyes of a ten-year-old child, innocent and filled with light, hers were despondent, the embodiment of lost hope.

So much had changed in such a short time.

A bouncer came in. “Hurry up!” the heavyset Asian man shouted. “Customers waiting.”

Lawan rose and wordlessly walked to the front of the nightclub, trying not to fall in the high heeled shoes they made her wear. It was difficult to see in the dim, smoke-filled red light, but after a few minutes, her eyes grew accustomed to the gloom.

Rap music thumped loudly as a bevy of young waitresses clad in skimpy vinyl outfits served drinks to the farang white male tourists who came to Bangkok seeking pleasure. The mama-san stood like a sentry, scanning the crowd. She was old but missed nothing and monitored all the girls’ movements like a hawk.

The ping pong show had just started, and Top Cat, the most popular club in Bangkok’s Nana Plaza, was known for having the best ping pong show in town. Lawan watched as nude young ladies stood on stage, smiling suggestively while performing for the men seated in the audience.

The tourists held their paddles in the air and whistled appreciation, making Lawan uncomfortable. She wished she could disappear but paid close attention to the show, remembering what the mama-san had said when she arrived last week: “Watch and learn, because soon you’ll be up there with them.”

A drunk patron bumped into Lawan, and she lost her balance.

“Sorry,” the man mumbled as he walked past.

Not knowing what he said since she didn’t speak English, Lawan righted herself and resumed watching the show. As she studied the girls on stage, trying to figure out how they did what they did, the mama-san approached.

“Room number two,” she said.

With a heavy heart, Lawan headed to the back of the club and knocked on door number two. A moment later, a balding, obese white man opened the door, and she walked into the mirrored bedroom.

He stood opposite her, sweating profusely and eyeing her like she was a rare jewel. The man reeked of cheap cologne and body odor, and Lawan almost retched.

“You speak English?” he asked.

Lawan had only learned what the mama-san had taught her to say. She was trying to think of the words but was so nervous she couldn’t remember.

“Guess it doesn’t matter,” the man said, removing his pants.

Lawan took off her clothes. She felt nauseous as he pulled her close and groped her, but she pretended to like it, as instructed. They lay on the bed, the man crushing her tiny frame with his weight, and as he violated her, Lawan thought of the place she and her sister, Mayura, used to play together, a verdant valley of rice paddies as far as the eye could see.

About JET – Rescue

Set in Thailand’s seedy underbelly, in Russell Blake’s Jet – Betrayal, Jet rescues a ten-year-old girl named Lawan from Bangkok’s red light district. Jet Rescue explores more of that story from Lawan’s point of view, chronicling her time at the Top Cat Club and her escape with Jet and Matt.

“A heartbreaking tale of human trafficking.” Bestselling author Deborah Brown

“Jet – Rescue is a great companion book to Jet – Betrayal.” Reader and Jet fan, Janet Nelson

About the author

Kim Cano is the author of three women’s fiction novels: A Widow Redefined, On The Inside, and Eighty and Out. Kim has also written a short story collection called For Animal Lovers. 10% of the sale price of that book is donated to the ASPCA® to help homeless pets.

Kim lives in the Chicago suburbs with her husband and cat.

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About Amazon Kindle Worlds

Kindle Worlds is an Amazon initiative that allows authors to publish stories set in another author’s fictional universe. The Jet Kindle World is based on the character Jet, created by bestselling author Russell Blake.

IT’S ALIVE! JET – Stealth launches with the JET Kindle World

The JET Kindle World has launched! I feel both proud and humble to be included in this group of bestselling writers. JETworldimage

The Kindle World is an Amazon initiative where writers can contribute to the fictional world of another author. Russell Blake invited me and other authors to write stories based in the blistering-paced world of his Mossad-agent-turned-Mom, Maya, code-named Jet.

I’ve had a lot of fun writing JET – Stealth, a story that features the title character and introduces two of my own, Van and LeBrun.

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 Here’s a sample:

Maya heard an odd buzz from the gun as the flight attendant flew backward and fell onto the passenger in front of Maya. She saw blood bubbling out of his mouth and spreading down the front of his navy-blue uniform.

The first flight attendant’s continuous wails were joined by screams from nearly everyone in first class. “Quiet!” shouted the gunman. He leveled the gun at the flight attendant, who clamped her mouth shut even as her eyes seemed to be trying to pop out of her head.

The wounded flight attendant fell off the passenger and onto the floor, gasping for breath. Maya undid her seat belt and reached for him, ripping his uniform shirt open.

“You! What are you doing?” shouted the gunman. Maya looked up into his brown eyes and said calmly, “I am going to try to save his life.” She tore two strips off the wounded man’s shirt and pressed them against the wound. The bullet, probably a .32, had punctured a lung, and it was a toss-up whether the man bled to death or suffocated first.

The gunman turned his attention to the female flight attendant. “Take me to the pilot. We’re changing our destination for Columbia.”

This can’t be happening, a part of Maya’s mind thought even as she struggled to keep the wounded man alive. She grabbed the collar of his shirt and ripped off half of it, then tossed it to the passenger he had fallen on, another businessman who was watching the goings-on with his mouth hanging open. “You,” she ordered. “Tear this into strips for bandages.”

A useless order. The flight attendant was bleeding out in front of her.

She heard pounding footsteps from behind and turned to see the rest of the cabin crew running forward to the first class compartment. A man in the last first-class row stood and blocked their way. “Stay back, or you’ll get what he did,” he said with a nod of his head toward the dying man.

How could anyone hijack a commercial jet in this day and age? Maya wondered.

I would like to say thanks to Gary Henry and Roxanne Bury for editing the manuscript, my good friend Thane Brown for excellent advice, and of course David C. Cassidy for such a great cover. (I think it’s the best in the series, but I’m a little biased.

Find it on Amazon. And while you’re there, check out the JET Kindle World and all the great new titles. If you like one, write a review!

Independent book review: Russell Blake’s Jet

If you haven’t yet heard of the force of literature named Russell Blake, crawl out from under that rock and check out his website, blog and pages on Smashwords, Barnes and Noble, Kobo, Amazon and the other usual e-book sellers. It’s time to be brought up to speed.

Blake writes a new novel every couple of months. Notice I didn’t write “churns out”; his pace is amazing, but every work is inspired and professional. He’s not a hack, not a wannabe; he’s the real thing, living the writer’s life somewhere in Mexico.

For his current series, Jet, Russell Blake wanted to create a female James Bond-like character. His heroine, Jet, is highly trained in all the military skills; she’s lethal, unstoppable and never makes a mistake. I found myself asking: do people like that really exist? But I almost immediately answered: who cares? Jet is not a deep analysis of the human condition — although there are philosophical aspects to this work. But essentially, Jet is a thrill ride as only Suspense Writer Russell Blake can do it.

Jet has all the elements readers can expect from Russell Blake: it’s captivating from the first page, there’s action all the way through and the pace never slows down. Bullets fly, bombs explode, Jet kicks high in a tight black leather jumpsuit. I kept imagining Milla Jovovich with long hair, even though I’ve never seen a Resident Evil movie.

Blake seems to know his way around some exotic locales: Trinidad, Belize, Venezuela, even Tel Aviv and Algiers.

Blake’s writing chops are well evident: constant action, a good pace, and lots of details about weapons and tactics that action fans love. I had never heard of SIG guns before reading Jet. The plot is gripping, complex and complete  no plot holes or bizarre coincidences that are hallmarks of writers less skilled than Russell Blake.

Sometimes, it felt like he was showing off with his command of the language. He starts by breaking Elmore Leonard’s rule he opens with weather. It takes some skill to pull that off and keep readers reading.
At other times, it reads like Eddie Van Halen’s guitar writing: fast, thrilling, but really, Russell, do you have to show off this much? Take this:

The fountain in the middle of the square, thick calcium deposits crusting the pitted centerpiece, hosted a squabble of sparrows intent on bathing in the rainwater accumulated in its base. Drawn by their raucous chirping, he slowed to watch them enjoy their brief reprieve from the oppressive heat.


A pair of flying fish catapulted out of the water off the bow, keeping pace as they surfed the glistening spindrift that danced above the waves, to the steady accompanying throb of the boat’s motor.

But it’s almost flawless. Really, I found seven typos in the whole book. Yes, I counted.


Jet, the first book in the series, starts with Carnival in Trinidad. Maya owns a small Internet café, which seems like something hard to make a profit with in a third-world country. She’s attacked by professional killers, fights back, killing the whole team, or at least all but one. She then flees the country, which sets her on a course back to her past and to figure out who’s trying to kill her, and why they’re going to such lengths to do it.

We quickly learn that Maya was actually an Israeli super-agent code-named Jet, part of a super-secret, super-skilled and super-effective team with similar hotshot code names like Rain, Fire, Tiger and Lightning. Some time before the action of the book starts, she had faked her own death to get out of the whole assassin trade. She wanted a quieter life, and tried to create one in a tropical backwater.

Of course, life doesn’t let her settle down. It turns out that one of her targets as a Mossad assassin had a brother, a Russian multi-billionaire oil tycoon and all-round bad guy. He wants revenge and has hired a top team of assassins to kill Jet. They track her down through the only person who knows that Jet’s death was phoney: her old boss and lover, David.

Apart from Jet, all the characters are three-dimensional and believable. My favourite was Dr. Rani Stein, the obese general practitioner  heart of gold, deeply flawed, terrified yet brave. I felt like I knew him, or someone very much like him.

Jet, though, is a different story. She’s almost perfect, apart from her aloofness and lack of compassion for just about anyone. I guess if you want to be an unstoppable assassin, you have to be a complete bitch.

To me, Jet was not a believable character: she’s too fast, too accurate a shot, too smart … I mean, how does a single unarmed person kill six professional assassins in a matter of minutes? How can one person be so supremely good at not just planning but also executing an operation where two people eliminate a score of adversaries on their own turf? But then, no super-spy characters are believable. James Bond certainly isn’t, no matter how hard actors try to make him so.

And that’s not the point of this novel. Jet is a series for lovers of kick-ass action, and Jet delivers a boatload of kickass. No, she’s not invulnerable: she has a couple of weak spots, which almost undo her before the book ends. So, while Jet is not believable, she is fallible; the reader can identify with her at a few places in the plot mind you, for me, it’s not when she’s killing a gunman with one of those pointed receipt-holders you see on a store counter.

So, I’ll give this book four stars for its airtight plot, flawless expression, non-stop action and solid characterization; I take one away because I just cannot believe in these superhuman killing machines. They make great movies, but are less satisfying on the printed page.

Once again, Russell Blake proves that the independent author can, and does, deliver a good read.