A Wanted Woman

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Strap yourself in for the wildest trip yet from New York Times bestselling author Eric Jerome Dickey.

The assassin called Reaper is a woman of a thousand faces, and just as many accents.  In the blink of an eye, she can become anyone.  Some desirable.  All dangerous.   

For Reaper, the Trinidad contract should be simple: infiltrate the ...

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Overview

Strap yourself in for the wildest trip yet from New York Times bestselling author Eric Jerome Dickey.

The assassin called Reaper is a woman of a thousand faces, and just as many accents.  In the blink of an eye, she can become anyone.  Some desirable.  All dangerous.   

For Reaper, the Trinidad contract should be simple: infiltrate the infamous Laventille Killers’ organization, earn access to her political target, eliminate him, and then escape from the island.
 
When complications arise and the job goes bad, Reaper has no viable exit plan. The LK warlords want her publicly executed, and their pursuit is far-reaching and merciless. Trawling for low-profile assignments is all Reaper can do to keep her skills sharp and garner money to survive. And for an assassin with so many changeable identities, her newest one is too frighteningly real—as an expendable pawn between two warring organizations. Now, trapped on an island paradise turned prison, Reaper discovers that family ties run deep on both sides. Somewhere, sometime, someone has to be trusted—but one wrong move could suddenly become her last breath.

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“A wild, thrilling ride.” —Ebony

“There’s a cinematic vibe here with James Bond fantastic escapes mixed with Game of Thrones Red Wedding–type gore as blood flows…Anticipate demand.”—Library Journal

Publishers Weekly
02/03/2014
Bestseller Dickey (Resurrecting Midnight) enters thriller territory with a tangled tale about a female contract killer known as MX-401 by her employers, and otherwise as Reaper because of her killer father, Old Man Reaper, who rigorously trained her when she was a teen. In Trinidad, where her assignment is to take out a government official, Reaper infiltrates the Laventille Killers—the gang that runs the island, led by War Machine and his wife, Karleen Ramjit. So fair she’s called Goldie, despite her black parents, Reaper is able to pass as a New Zealander, in which guise she seduces Karleen’s brother, King Killer, to gain access to her target. When things go awry, Reaper finds herself trapped in the islands, an expendable pawn in a conflict between warring gangs. Readers should be prepared for a surfeit of sex and violence, as this woman of a thousand faces tries to extricate herself from her predicament. Agent: Sara Camilli, Sara Camilli Agency. (Apr.)
Library Journal
11/01/2013
Best-selling author Dickey has written another thrilling story of murder and romance, this time involving assassins in Barbados.
Kirkus Reviews
2014-05-07
A contract killer with Caribbean roots is hunted by a ruthless gang of Trinidadian thugs.Known by several aliases, the young woman aptly nicknamed Reaper plies her trade with the arsenal and martial arts tool kit of an ultraviolent video game. Schooled in her trade by her father, Old Man Reaper, a native of Barbados, Reaper has made a decent living carrying out the grim directives of the Barbarians, the shadowy organization she works for, whose official business is "collections." Now, however, she has not only bungled a job (in her bosses' view), but is wanted by the LKs, the depraved Cosa Nostra of Trinidad. Sent to murder a Trini-Indian politician, Reaper, adept at mimicry and disguise, adopts the persona of a sexy New Zealander in order to infiltrate the LKs, who are guarding the politico. But an LK orgy throws her off stride, and she's forced to execute the target in public, in a bank, with plenty of collateral victims, witnesses and security-cam footage. With grudging help from the Barbarians, Reaper escapes to Barbados, where she swelters in a safe house, broke—her paychecks have been held up. There, she meets—by coincidence (or maybe not)—another of the elder Reaper's daughters. This half sister, also an assassin for hire, helps Reaper with her money problems by throwing some freelance work her way. Mindful that Trinidad is not that far away, and unsure whether the Barbarians are going to help her, pay her or terminate her employment with utmost finality, Reaper rides a Ducati around Barbados, wreaking havoc and soaking up Bajan parlance and local color. Much murder, mayhem and torture ensues, no gruesome detail spared.The gratuitous and graphic depictions of violence will put many readers off what could have been a stylish thriller if Dickey had concentrated on his flair for dialogue and ear for speech patterns of all stripes.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780451466105
  • Publisher: Penguin Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 4/7/2015
  • Pages: 480
  • Sales rank: 91,390
  • Product dimensions: 5.20 (w) x 7.90 (h) x 1.20 (d)

Meet the Author

Eric Jerome Dickey

Eric Jerome Dickey is the New York Times bestselling author of more than twenty novels, including Decadence, An Accidental Affair, and Tempted by Trouble. He is also the author of a six-issue miniseries of graphic novels for Marvel Entertainment, Inc., featuring Storm (X-Men) and the Black Panther.

Biography

Eric Jerome Dickey was born in Memphis, Tennessee, and attended the University of Memphis (the former Memphis State), where he pledged Alpha Phi Alpha fraternity and earned a degree in computer system technology. In 1983, he moved to Los Angeles to pursue a career in engineering.

After landing a job in the aerospace industry working as a software developer, Dickey's artistic talents surfaced, inspiring him to become an actor and a stand-up comedian. He soon began working the local and national comedy circuit. In the early 1990s the aerospace industry took a downward turn and Dickey found himself "downsized," but took this as an opportunity to embark on a writing career.

Having written several scripts for his personal comedy act, Dickey started writing poetry and short stories. He joined the IBWA (International Black Writers and Artists), participated in their development workshops, and became a recipient of the IBWA SEED Scholarship to attend UCLA's creative writing classes. In 1994 his first published short story, "Thirteen," appeared in the IBWA's River Crossing, Voices of the Diaspora: An Anthology of the International Black Experience. A second short story, "Days Gone By," was published in the magazine A Place to Enter.

With those successes behind him, Dickey decided to fine-tune some of his earlier work and developed a screenplay called Cappuccino. Cappuccino was directed and produced by Craig Ross Jr. and appeared in coffeehouses around the Los Angeles area. In February 1998, Cappuccino made its local debut during the Pan African Film Festival at the Magic Johnson Theater in Los Angeles and is currently on the film festival circuit.

Dickey's book-signing tours for Sister, Sister, Friends and Lovers, and Milk in My Coffee took him coast to coast and helped propel these novels to No. 1 on the Blackboard bestsellers List. His books have been featured in many publications, including Essence magazine and USA Today, and have appeared on the bestseller lists of The Los Angeles Times, Blackboard, The Wall Street Journal, and The New York Times. Dickey has appeared as a guest on many television shows, including BET's Our Voices and CNN's Sunday Morning Live.

Author biography courtesy of Penguin Group (USA).

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    1. Hometown:
      Los Angeles, California
    1. Date of Birth:
      July 7, 1961
    2. Place of Birth:
      Memphis, Tennessee
    1. Education:
      B.S., University of Memphis, 1983
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***This excerpt is from an advance uncorrected proof.***

Copyright © 2014 by Eric Jerome Dickey

ONE

Rituals Coffee House at City Gate, South Quay, Port of Spain, directly behind Independence Square

Fast food joints were all over. This was the main transportation hub on the island for buses and maxi taxis. It was seven o’clock the next morning in the land of steel pan, calypso, soca, chutney, and limbo, on a mountainous island renamed by Christopher Columbus. I’d come to town before sunrise to check out the area near the former Trinidad Government Railway headquarters.

By the time the sun had pulled itself from the sea, I had plotted three exits in case shit went wrong and I was forced to flee through an area that had thousands of visitors each day—that plus the thousands of locals. I walked each route three times, each time at a normal pace.

Then I left the keys in the van’s ignition, driver’s-side door unlocked, a Minnie Mouse sunshade in the front window. A loaded gun was under the front seat, easy to reach if I came back running.

I dressed like a University of the West Indies student, wore a T-shirt from the St. Augustine campus, jean shorts, sexy sandals, my hair short and light brown. I went for young, but mature and intellectual. Anxious, I sat listening to the rapidly changing conversations of a group of women on the way to Port of Spain General Hospital. One wore a tee that read kamla have no jack to change she tyre. I listened to conversations, captured the rhythm of the tongue, picked up variations of the accent, pretty much mastered the singsong aspect, created a passable Trini accent, Chaguanas or Port of Spain, minus the proper idioms. Many had an interesting blend, a unique exoticness not seen in North America.

Despite the beauty of the people and the long lines for lattes, unrest was all around me. The newspaper spoke in volumes. Another social explosion was about to happen. Economy in decline. Frustration. Poverty. Political fallouts. IMF and World Bank called everything but the devil. Not enough to pay for housing. Not enough money to live. Barbados stealing their flying fish. School book prices high and salaries low. Teachers protesting. Nurses protesting. Police had their crimes. Army had their crimes. People losing their pensions.

And the band played on.

King Killer showed up by eight. I left my table, stood next to him as I ordered a second latte. Sat a table away from him. Sat facing him. Leg bouncing. Cleavage popping. Local paper open, pretending to read about killings, crimes, and drugs coming in from South America. The gunta didn’t notice me. He wore tie clips, pocket squares, French cuffs. Charcoal-gray suit perfectly tailored, his shoes in brown hues. I watched the handsome 18-karat-gold wedding ring–wearing thug and saw that he eyed professional women. Inside of thirty minutes, he befriended five women as they came to get coffee or iced drinks—befriended them, took their cards, and exchanged fuck-you-later smiles with each as they left to rush to work. All had been well-dressed women. None had looked over twenty-five. I nodded. I understood. He was about status. He was attracted to women with smooth skin and young eggs.

The next morning I dressed like an executive: fitted, sleeveless dress, low heels, silver watch, bracelets, earrings, sat properly, was there when he arrived, a copy of the local paper on my bistro table as I sipped iced green tea and read, pretending to be interested in an article where the president of the St. Lucia Craft and Dry Goods Vendors Association was calling for heavy security ahead of the cruise season, in a bid to prevent tourist muggings in the city. Next page said that a major think tank based in Washington, DC, said that Caribbean360 had reported that gangs were stronger than the government here in Trinidad and Tobago. Now maybe the LKs were on the road to attempting a coup like the one that had happened in Trinidad and Tobago in 1990 by a small maverick Islamic group called Jamaat al Muslimeen, led by Yasin Abu Bakr. The moment had arrived. I inhaled, put the paper down, felt his hardcore energy. King Killer noticed me. We made eye contact. He grinned and nodded. I nodded in return, no grin. Hard to get.

After he ordered, he stood over me, got my attention again, and said, “Good morning.”

I looked up, saw him, said, “G’day.”

“How is your morning so far?”

“My morning feels out of sorts, to be honest. I’m over here feeling like it’s midnight and past my bedtime, maybe because back home it is midnight, and don’t you look alert and as happy as Larry.”

“You have an interesting accent.”

“So do you. Wee cracker of a day, isn’t it?”

“Thought you might have been an English rose at best, Red legs at worst.”

“Red legs” was a derogatory name for the poor whites in the islands.

I said, “New Zealand.”

“A Kiwi. I’m intrigued. Here on business or have you moved to my island?”

“Here on business.”

“For how long?”

“Will only be here a couple of days. Pardon the yawn. I need more coffee.”

“Jet lag?”

“The sixteen-hour time difference is killing me. It’s morning here, but it’s late night at home. By the time I am in a meeting at three this afternoon, it will be a wee bit after sunrise back home, so that will mean that I have stayed up all night again, and I’m usually in bed by nine, ten at the latest.”

“Waiting on someone?”

“Not at all. My colleagues went ahead of me to the office.”

“Mind if I join you?”

Not until then did I shrug and give him a curious smile, left it up to him to pursue me.

His jacket had a bulge from the weight of his gun. His pant leg caught over the backup gun he had strapped to his ankle. Hot day. Didn’t take his suit coat off. Baby face with the eyes of death.

He was Trini but didn’t speak with a strong Trini dialect. He sounded almost British. He had been trained to suppress or erase his accent the way Hollywood erased the accents of many.

He sat and said, “Pardon my rudeness. My name is Neziah. Neziah De Lewis.”

“Neziah De Lewis. That is a beautiful name. It sounds royal.”

“It does, especially the way you say it with your accent.”

“My name is Samantha Greymouth, but most people call me Sam.”

“Sam it is. I will call you Sam.”

“Sounds beautiful the way you say my name, Neziah.”

“Likewise, Sam. The way you say my name makes it sound brand new and original.”

I told him that I was in Trinidad on behalf of Australia and New Zealand Banking Group Limited.

He told me the name of his Trinidadian-based companies. I told him I had never heard of them.

Then he said, “Have you heard of Mrs. Karleen Ramjit?”

“No, afraid not.”

“She is my sister. You remind me of her. You have the same powerful energy.”

“Flirting with a woman that reminds you of your sister, Neziah, is that a good thing?”

“My twin sister is remarkable.”

“You’re a twin?”

“All women should be like Karleen.”

“Women don’t want to own the same dress as another woman. Being like another woman, that’s simply out of the question.”

He smiled. I smiled.

The newspaper in front of me caught his eye, pulled his words toward politics, the conversation starter, and maybe his way of testing my values, gauging my intelligence, seeing if I was worthy of adultery.

He said, “Too many of my people live day to day in unhappiness.”

“I read most of the paper. Sounds like some sort of oppression.”

“It is. Poverty is oppression. Oppression is worse than slaughter.”

“Is it that bad? The sea. The sun. The sand. So lovely here.”

“Oppression is why we kill one another in the streets.”

“All over the world, or are you only speaking of here?”

“Eastern Port of Spain was labeled one of the most dangerous places on the planet. That was in a report. Criminal gangs. Gangster-style killings. The guns are not going away. We’re close to South America. Easier to get a gun than a plate of food in some areas.”

“That’s horrible.”

“Our country is wealthy, but there is corruption. That aspect of our island is out of control. A purification process is necessary.”

I asked, “What does that mean? What is a purification process?”

“What it means, Sam, is that we will one day take charge on behalf of the people. My sister leads us. We have a plan.”

“An elitist intervention?”

“No. With the people. We will one day lead the people away from the guns and the drugs. The violence among the poor will end.”

“Sounds very ambitious. You make it sound very spiritual.”

“Part of the journey will be spiritual. Some have become too cynical, and that has to be rectified. We are here to kill the dragon.”

“The dragon?”

“A metaphorical dragon.”

“I assumed.”

“We want to change what is wrong and lead others toward what is right.”

“Struggle is a never-ending process, Neziah. I’ve seen that around the world. Freedom is never really won. The battle never ends.”

“We recognize that. You have to earn it with every generation. You have to build momentum and keep that momentum going. We are prepared to make sacrifices and do the hard work so our children will not have to live in the poverty we know now, not have to watch their sons and daughters and mothers and fathers slaughtered in the roads. People are afraid to leave home. You become a prisoner in your own area. You live in violence and are afraid to walk from Nelson Street to Duncan Street. Do that and you’re robbed and found dead. Do the reverse, you’re shot in the head, the murder posted on YouTube.”

“Wicked. Sounds like parts of America I’ve seen on television.”

“The Americas run from Canada to the end of Argentina.”

“I stand corrected. The United States. I have seen the television show Cops, shows like that. The rest of the Americas is twice as bad.”

“And it is the same in London and Russia and countless other places on the globe. It says a lot about God’s faulty creation.”

“And New Zealand. Don’t you dare leave my island country out. I’m also very proud to say we have drive-by shootings, stabbings, murders, carjackings like the Americans, mainly in our Brisbane area. So don’t exclude us from the global madness.”

He went silent.

I had fucked up.

Brisbane was in Australia, not in New Zealand.

I was ready for the killer of a king to call me on that, to sense that all was wrong, kick over the table, pull his gun, and ask me who I was.

With my fingers touching the gun inside my purse, I asked, “Are we okay?”

“Just thinking. Our island had become the Caribbean’s murder capital. That makes me unhappy. That makes me very unhappy.”

“Hear that?”

“What?”

“When I lean to the left, I can hear the people in the ramshackle areas up in Kingston, Jamaica, laughing at the killings in the ramshackle areas down here. No offense, but the Jamaicans want their title back.”

He laughed.

I winked at him.

He asked, “Where were you born? You’ve heard my story. What’s yours?”

“I was born in a place called Kawerau. Eastern Bay of Plenty. Was born in the oldies’ caravan.”

“Oldies?”

“ ‘Oldies’ means parents. A caravan is what you call a mobile home. Had a long drop out back.”

“Long drop?”

“Outdoor toilet. Had to dig a deep hole, put a barrel at the bottom. We lived in our own type of oppression. I know poverty very well.”

“You and your parents?”

“The oldies split before I was a teenager. My father left my mother when I was ten, maybe when I was nine, went to Nuku’alofa, Tonga.”

“What did he do there?”

“Got a great job. Started a new family.”

“How’d you get by?”

“My mum worked in a movie theater for a while, then eventually became a frock tart and worked on Xena: Warrior Princess. She was almost killed on the job.”

“Pardon me for staring at you with such respect.”

“Only if you pardon me for the same.”

He grinned and said, “Your arms are so toned. You’re fit.”

“Netball. Hiking. Aerobics. Biking. Keep away from too much bread.”

“You have the body of a dancer, Sam. No kids?”

“None. Maybe next year. Or the year after. My husband tells me that I need to be as fit as I can be before I decide to up the duff and have a rug rat or two or three or four.”

He asked, “What’s your religion?”

“Are you asking me if I am a member of the unquestioning, self-righteous faith against all rationalism and morality characterized by a lack of critical thinking?”

“What religion rules New Zealand?”

“I was born Christian, but I really have no interest in religion.”

“Religion is about moral guidance.”

“Rubbish, Neziah. The Crusades spread genocide, rape, slavery, torture, murder, animal cruelty, and some of the most insanely sadistic shit imaginable, and evil was justified by saying their version of God commanded them to do it.”

“Every country, every society does horrible things, allows horrible things, for the greater good.”

“Good point, but it makes me wonder.”

“What does it make you wonder, Sam?”

“Maybe what we see as good is just evil that has won.”

“Interesting perspective.”

“If evil did win, then it would call itself good, and call what was seen as good the new evil.”

“What has won, Sam, what always wins is the work of doing what is best for the people.”

“Talking about religion, in my opinion, is a gerbil on a wheel, gets nowhere fast.”

“You’re right. I tend to play devil’s advocate. If you had taken one side, I would have taken the other. That’s what I do. I love intellectual stimulation. It arouses me. How moral are you, sexy woman?”

“How moral are you, married man? How moral are you?”

“I asked you first, married woman who is visiting my island.”

“You’re looking at me like you want to visit my island.”

“How moral are you? Answer me. I asked you first.”

I said, “I have to be off to a meeting soon.”

“Same for me.”

“So, if there is a particular direction you want this to go, if you have any hopes beyond us sharing a table while we sip coffee, let’s hurry in that direction. I’m not much on small talk and chitchat and taking the long route, not when a straight line is always the best route.”

He smiled. “How long are you here?”

“Are you interested in making something happen?”

“I am. I am very interested.”

“My husband is far away. Maybe you should put your wife on hold so you can hold me awhile.”

“I can come to your hotel after this event with my sister. An afternoon of pleasure.”

“No. I don’t want any issues with my company. Illicit behavior is frowned upon, plus I’ve only been there for six months. I don’t want to be seen as the young, wild Kiwi on the job. If we have sex, we have to fuck away from my hotel. Anywhere but the Hilton. I’m at the upside-down Hilton, by the way. So if we fuck, we can’t fuck there.”

“To the point. I like that. The way you say ‘fuck’ is erotic. It arouses me.”

“Sure it’s not the coffee?”

“Personal question, Sam?”

“Sure.”

He asked, “When was the last time you had sex?”

“May I be honest?”

“Please.”

“I’d hate to come here on a business trip and not get to sample anything outside of the doubles and curry chicken before I returned to my island country. How boring would that be? This is where I stand. I’m married, have to be respectful, have to be discreet. My colleagues are also friends of my husband. Understand? I can manage to slip away at night, but during the day I have to maintain a certain look for my employer.”

“Tomorrow night?”

“Only free tonight, Neziah. My colleagues are going to lime on Ariapita Avenue tonight, are going to the Aria Lounge to watch a launch for Genesis or W.I.L.D., but I told them I was too tired to hit the streets and I’d sleep in a bit. Work dinner with the colleagues tomorrow night. Then I fly out the next morning.”

“I have an event tonight. It’s a busy day for our organization and the people of Trinidad.”

“Oh well. If I’m ever this way again, or if you’re ever in New Zealand, I hope to run across you.”

“You’d find someone else.”

“I could sit at the bar later, maybe, see what happens, who comes in, who shows interest in a lonely Kiwi drinking chocolate martinis.”

I toyed with my wedding ring, played the part of the Kiwi visiting the island on business regarding holdings for a New Zealand company, a woman who needed to let the Miley Cyrus in her run free. He toyed with his wedding band. It was impressive. German-made. Expensive.

He said, “I can come for you around eleven.”

“Are you sure?”

“I can cancel my date, which will be no problem, and arrange for you to come along in her place.”

“Really?”

“I’d be honored to spend the evening with you, Sam.”

“How should I dress?”

“Wear something easy to remove.”

“Bring your frenchies.”

“Frenchies?”

“Condoms.”

King Killer left the coffee shop and I watched him get inside the backseat of his private car and be driven away like royalty. I stared at the man who had killed a king of the streets and paved the way for his group. Handsome. Fuckable. A wave of guilt hit me. I made sure King Killer was out of sight before I changed SIM cards in my cellular and called the man I was in love with, dialed Johnny Parker’s number.

He answered on the first ring. “Hello?”

I didn’t say anything. All I could do was inhale, exhale, miss him like crazy. Missed him so much my head ached and my eyes wanted to water.

He said, “Jennifer? Is this you, Jennifer?”

Last month, before this Trinidad assignment, I had an almost normal life, had used the name Jennifer, a form of the Welsh Gwenhwyfar, a name that meant “white fairy”—a little self-deprecating humor. Johnny was my boyfriend. We’d spent most nights together for four months. And had taken vacations together. The last was from Florida to Denver. During our helicopter tour of a mountain range in Colorado, we saw several snowboarders taking on the steep terrain of the couloir. The next day we both had done the same. He was as daring and athletic as I was. I had been living the perfect lie. Dates. Movies. Birthday cards. Too bad his ex-wife had become a problem that had to be dealt with.

I cleared my throat, turned on my Brooklyn accent, and said, “Parker. I miss you, baby.”

Then I hung up.

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  • Posted April 20, 2014

    The book has action from the beginning to the end. MX-401 is the

    The book has action from the beginning to the end. MX-401 is the female version of Gideon. This is the only thing I can say without giving anything away. I waited up until midnight of 4/14/14, because I was very anxious to start reading. And I was not disappointed! This is what you’ve done to me Eric. Ever since I picked up your first book three years ago, I’ve been totally hooked. I went back and researched and read every single book you’ve written. Your creativity with words is indescribable – how the hell do you do it? Your adverb conversation had me laughing for days…OMG. These books should be movies. I don’t know how anyone rates them less than five stars? People are you nuts? This man is the embodiment of excellent writing. I put him in the same class with Steven King, Steig Larson, and Brent Weeks. Yes indeed! I said it and I don’t give a damn. In life there are always haters.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 23, 2013

    Devotion

    Well we all know that Eric is one of the best authors out there in the world today. I don't even have to read the book to already knowing that it will be explosive! So I have already Preorder mines. Happy Nook Readers.

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  • Posted May 28, 2014

    Explosive! EJD has created another extraordinary character.  As

    Explosive! EJD has created another extraordinary character.  As the story intensified, I had to remind myself to breathe! I was literally transported to the West Indies and felt the frustration and pain that MX-401 felt! Very we'll done Mr. Dickey.  It's worth the money and time.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 31, 2015

    Non-stop action!

    Reaper reminds me of Wyatt Earp in Tombstone after his baby brother was killed. "Tell them I'm coming...and Hell's coming with me...you hear, hell's coming with me." She was a wicked, relentless, and magnificent! Great read. I can't wait to read the her next chapter.


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  • Posted December 17, 2014

    Great Read I've always enjoyed EJD books and this one did not d

    Great Read

    I've always enjoyed EJD books and this one did not disappoint. Great action and imagery. 

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 12, 2014

    Boring Reading

    I am a HUGE fan of Eric Jerome Dickey, but I must say that of all the books I have by him this is one of the WORSE ones! It was LONG and very boring. I don't mind if a book is long...but it has to be a page turner...has to be able to keep my attention. Most of the time I would find myself nodding off during my reading of this book. A lot of the people who have read the book were saying that it was sexy, steamy, and lots of sex. That's NOT true at all. Now what I call a sexy books by EJD is: Naughty and Nice, An Accidental Affair, The other woman, Sleeping with the Enemy, Waking with Strangers, among others. Like I said I have a lot of his books, but this one did nothing for me. I wish I could get my money back.

    For people who have yet to buy this book....I say save your money and wait for the next one. Hopefully it will be better!

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  • Posted July 28, 2014

    Summer getaway without leaving home-Good summer read!

    Eric Jerome Dickey has masterfully spun a female-assassin's mystery/tale into a great page turner. There are many action packed sequences which hold the readers captive. He does not disappoint his readers in taking us away to exotic destinations and cultures. He leaves the reader wanting for more.
    ~T. Mazz

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  • Posted June 11, 2014

    Action packed novels are expected from Eric Jerome Dickey, but n

    Action packed novels are expected from Eric Jerome Dickey, but not descriptive violence or graphic rape scenes. This will definitely be the last of  EJD's books that I read.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 21, 2014

    Another Great Work of Art by E.J.D.

    Man; another great work of art by one of todays Top Authors. I first sampled your body of work with Theives Paradise. The Gideon Series has me waiting for the next episode where ever it occur. Now Reaper has taken me on a simlar journey that did not disappoint me in the least. EJD is still my favorite author and he continues to produce hit after hit. I don't use the fan title often, but I'm a true fan of EJD's work. As stated earlier "A Wanted Woman" will not disappoint. Once again I'm in waiting Bro.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 21, 2015

    What a great ride!

    Eric Jerome did it again! Kept me reading until I just had to put the nook down and get back to life's real tasks. I wanted to know what Reaper was going to do next and was rooting for her, even though she was a killer. Eric please bring Reaper and her sister back soon.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 23, 2015

    Love it

    Great character. I hope this leads to several other books chronicling the life of the main character, possibly the relationship with her sister and father .

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  • Posted September 23, 2014

    very intriguing

    very intriguing

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 7, 2014

    LOVED it!

    Amazing novel, as would be expected from EJD. I absolutely love his style of writing. I couldn't put it down! I'm anxiously awaiting the next one.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 11, 2014

    Amazing read

    I was anticipating the release of this book, and as usual, it didnt disappoint. I love Eric's book and I'm already anticipating the release of his next one.

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  • Posted May 4, 2014

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    4.5 stars:  A WANTED WOMAN is the latest release from author Eri

    4.5 stars:  A WANTED WOMAN is the latest release from author Eric Jerome Dickey. It is a storyline of suspense, mystery, violence and intrigue. Reaper is a female assassin-trained by the best to be the best and no one can stop the Reaper when death is at hand. Her latest assignment takes her to the British West Indie Islands of Trinidad and Barbados.
    The focus of the storyline is our heroine. She is a skilled killing machine who leaves a path of death and destruction in her wake. When her most recent job goes horribly wrong Reaper is abandoned by her keepers on an island where the drug kingpins and money launderers want her dead. She went against orders and found herself struggling in a world with no money, no food and no support. As Reaper begins to dig deeper, she will discover that the people at the top had used her as a pawn in a bigger game.
    Eric Jerome Dickey has written in intriguing, compelling, and graphically violent storyline where the slums and back alleys of a beautiful vacation destination take center stage in a war between the rich and powerful. The author uses the anthropological history of the islands to create the sociological backdrop for a storyline steeped in physical and sexual violence. Everyone and anyone will become a target-no one is safe; no one can be trusted; everyone is the enemy.
    The secondary characters are over the top caricatures and the epitome of evil-they are beyond colorful; beyond reprehensible; beyond belief. The colloquial speech patterns and language of the islands is used as the building blocks for a story beyond our imagination. A WANTED WOMAN is a fast paced, action packed, storyline with graphic imagery, graphic violence, and will not be to everyone’s liking. This is not a storyline of hearts and flowers-the romance of the islands is not a part of the travel itinerary-you will not fall in love with this vacation destination.
    Throughout the storyline much of the back history will be revealed through memories, flashbacks and story telling. The reader will be pulled into one woman’s world where family meant everything but was nothing; where love never existed; where DNA is only a name on a piece of paper.
    A WANTED WOMAN is a storyline written in alternating first person POV (Reaper) and third person; it is a story rife in discrimination, destruction and death, abhorrent violence and improbable feats. It is a story where a country struggles with its’ own identity; where its’ people are caught between two worlds; where a young woman is thrown into the lion’s cage and barely survives. The story does not end with a happily ever after but a happily ever after-for now. There is definitely more story to tell and I am hoping that Eric Jerome Dickey is willing to part with some more of his imaginative storylines and colorful characters-he is a master story teller.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 4, 2014

    Hunter

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