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Jason Steadman is a thirty-year-old sales exec for a major electronics company in Boston. He's witty and well-liked but, to the chagrin of his ambitious wife, it looks like Jason's career has hit a ceiling. He lacks the one thing that could help him get ahead: the KILLER INSTINCT

All that changes when Jason meets Kurt Semko, a former Special Forces officer just back from Iraq. Looking for a decent pitcher for the company softball team, Jason ...

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Jason Steadman is a thirty-year-old sales exec for a major electronics company in Boston. He's witty and well-liked but, to the chagrin of his ambitious wife, it looks like Jason's career has hit a ceiling. He lacks the one thing that could help him get ahead: the KILLER INSTINCT

All that changes when Jason meets Kurt Semko, a former Special Forces officer just back from Iraq. Looking for a decent pitcher for the company softball team, Jason gets Kurt, who was once drafted by the majors, a job in Corporate Security. Soon, good things start to happen for Jason--and bad things start to happen to Jason's rivals.

Too late does Jason discover that Kurt has been paving his path to the top by the most efficient, devious means available. Now that his new best friend has become the most dangerous enemy imaginable, Jason stands to lose far more than his job….

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We've all seen the catchy business titles -- Victory Secrets of Attila the Hun, Patton on Leadership, The Art of War for Managers, et al. -- but in Joseph Finder's corporate thriller, the kill-or-be-killed philosophies expounded upon in those types of books are taken to a deadly new level: one where business really is war.

Jason Steadman is a mild-mannered corporate executive working for a Boston-based electronics firm called Entronics. His idea of danger is going to bed without brushing his teeth, but when a fender-bender introduces him to a tow truck driver named Kurt Semko, his entire world is turned upside down. Lacking the killer instinct to close the big deal and ascend the treacherous corporate ladder, Steadman befriends Semko -- a former Special Forces officer who did tours in Iraq and Afghanistan -- and soon begins picking up invaluable advice from the enigmatic man. Because of Semko's help, Steadman is promoted; in return, the exec hooks up his newfound friend with a job as a corporate security officer at Entronics. But Semko's continued "help" involves some highly unethical -- and eventually murderous -- activities; and when Steadman tries to put a stop to them, he is forced to find out if he really has the killer instinct…

Readers will find it virtually impossible to put Killer Instinct down until the very last page. Finder seamlessly blends the intelligence and intrigue of financial thrillers à la Peter Spiegelman and Stephen Frey with an underlying dark foreboding similar to a Dean Koontz or Peter Straub novel. Well written, witty, and wildly explosive, Killer Instinct is easily one of the best thrillers of 2006 -- Stephen King meets Tom Peters. Paul Goat Allen
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"Heart-pounding suspense."--The Boston Globe

"Unstoppable."--USA Today

"Masterful."--Houston Chronicle

"Explosive…Wickedly fun." --Entertainment Weekly

"Master of a complex suspense formula. ...flawlessly executed violence, crisp dialogue, and taut pacing." --The New York Times Book Review

"A first-rate thrill ride."--The Pittsburgh Post-Gazette

"A rollercoaster of a read."--Cosmopolitan

"Clear your schedule before you start reading this one. It's one of those books that once you start reading, you won't be able to put down."--The Boston Globe

"The best book of its kind since Michael Crichton's Disclosure."--The Providence Journal-Bulletin

"Truly frightening." --Chicago Tribune

"A crowd pleaser."--Fortune magazine

"This is fun stuff, with lots of plot twists. Finder once again proves adept at genre conventions and inventive in applying an action-movie sensibility."--San Francisco Chronicle

"Rich territory…an entertaining read."--The Wall Street Journal

"Readers who enjoy movies where you have to fight the urge to shout, 'Stop! Don't open that door!' will love this one."--Publishers Weekly (starred review)

"Page-turning thrills."--The Seattle Post-Intelligencer

"Killer Instinct moves at such a brisk pace that the more than 400 pages zoom by. But Finder doesn't neglect character development for a quick-moving plot. With an economy of scenes and realistic dialogue, Finder sculpts believable characters and avoids stereotypes."--Sun-Sentinel (Orlando)

"It starts off with a bang and doesn't slow down until the last page."--Ottawa Sun

"Thrills and chills…Finder is a first-rate story weaver." --Booklist

Publishers Weekly
In Finder's newest business thriller (after Company Man), Jason Steadman, a middle-management salesman for an international electronics firm, befriends mysteriously well-connected tow-truck driver Kurt Semko and suddenly finds himself on the fast track to the executive suite, thanks mainly to the misfortunes of others. When a suspicious Steadman confronts Semko, his benefactor turns into a deadly foe who threatens to kill him, his wife and newborn baby. Finder's informed view of the dark side of the corporate world is deliciously devious and he is shrewd and witty enough to provide his likable hero with a particularly credible weapon against the seemingly omnipotent opponent: his salesmanship. Steadman, the narrator of this terrifying tale, is blessed with the gift of gab, and Scott Brick, one of the busier audio book performers, smoothly adjusts his delivery to the novel's carefully crafted patter and pacing. This includes quick shifts of tenor and tone to give voice to the self-confident sociopath Semko, Steadman's level-headed but needy wife, and his disgruntled and pink-slip-prone co-workers. Finder has created first-class material, but here it's Brick's impressive pitch that makes the sale. Simultaneous release with the St. Martin's hardcover. (Reviews, Mar. 13). (May.) Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.
Library Journal
Finder's (Company Man) latest corporate thriller takes place in an electronic company's Massachusetts sales office. Sales executive Jason Steadman faces problems at home and on the job. His pregnant wife wants him to become more ambitious, but Jason's boss doesn't think he's aggressive enough to become district sales manager. An automobile accident brings former special forces officer Kurt Semko into Jason's life. Kurt was once part of the Detroit Tigers' farm system, so Jason soon recruits him for the company softball team, then lands him a job with the firm's security department. Suddenly Jason's coworkers suffer a series of mishaps that hands the manager's position to Jason, placing him in the middle of a messy reorganization. Jason suspects his new friend is ruthlessly assisting in his advancement, forcing a confrontation that endangers Jason, his wife, and their unborn child. Finder follows the basic plot line of his previous book, but his settings and characters provide an excellent feel for the high-pressured corporate world. Narrated excellently by Scott Brick, this book is recommended for all audio collections, especially those with fans of corporate thrillers.
—Stephen L. Hupp
Kirkus Reviews
The corporate jungle continues to be more perilous than the Evil Empire ever was in this latest suit-eat-suit thriller from former spymaster Finder (Company Man, 2005, etc.). Everything would have been fine if Jason Steadman hadn't driven his Acura off the road while he was on the cell phone with wife Kate, and if Kate hadn't been so anxious for him to get ahead at Entronics, where as district sales manager he sells plasma TVs. Thanks to Kate's urging, he applies for a promotion to a management position. And thanks to his new acquaintance, tow-truck-driver Kurt Semko, he has the secret weapon to make his rise unstoppable. At first Jason thinks he's just putting a ringer on the Entronics softball team (Kurt is one mean pitcher who nearly turned pro). Then he thinks he's just doing Kurt a favor when he urges the Entronics security chief to hire him despite his dishonorable discharge from Special Forces. Then he thinks he's just a lucky guy as his career takes off like a rocket. Jason's competitors for the management job miss crucial sales appointments. Their computers go down at the worst possible moments. Important prospects who've refused Jason's sales pitches are suddenly queuing up to sign on the dotted line. His success is crowned by new cars, a better address, even a fancy pram for the baby he and Kate thought they'd never have. Even at birth, that baby could probably tell where this is all heading, especially with the help of Finder's subtle signposts (old buddy to Jason: "You've gone over to the dark side"; sadder but wiser Jason to Kurt: "Just one more time"). Wait for the inevitable movie, which will at least boil Finder's predictable thrills down to two hours. First printing of250,000
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780312347499
  • Publisher: St. Martin's Press
  • Publication date: 5/28/2007
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Edition description: Reprint
  • Pages: 416
  • Product dimensions: 3.95 (w) x 6.68 (h) x 1.10 (d)

Meet the Author

Joseph Finder

Joseph Finder is the author of several New York Times bestselling thrillers, including Buried Secrets, High Crimes, Paranoia and the first Nick Heller novel, Vanished. Killer Instinct won the International Thriller Writers Award for Best Thriller, and Company Man won the Barry and Gumshoe Awards for Best Thriller. High Crimes was the basis of the Morgan Freeman/Ashley Judd movie, and both Paranoia and Killer Instinct are in development as major motion pictures.  Born in Chicago, Finder studied Russian at Yale and Harvard. He was recruited by the CIA, but decided he preferred writing fiction. A member of the Council on Foreign Relations and the Association for Former Intelligence Officers, he lives in Boston, Massachusetts.

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Killer Instinct

By Finder, Joseph

St. Martin's Press

Copyright © 2006 Finder, Joseph
All right reserved.

ISBN: 0312347472

Chapter One

Okay, so I'm an idiot.

The Acura went into a ditch because I was trying to do too many things at once. Radiohead's "The Bends" was playing, loud, while I was driving home, too fast, since I was late as usual. Left hand on the wheel, while with my right hand I was thumbing my BlackBerry for e-mails, hoping I'd finally nailed a deal with a huge new customer. Most of the e-mails were blowback from the departure of our divisional vice president, Crawford, who'd just jumped ship to Sony. Then my cell phone rang. I dropped the BlackBerry on the car seat and grabbed the cell.

I knew from the ring that it was my wife, Kate, so I didn't bother to turn down the music--I figured she was just calling to find out when I'd be home from work so she could get dinner ready. She'd been on a tofu kick the last few months--tofu and brown rice and kale, stuff like that. It had to be really good for you, since it tasted so bad. But I'd never tell her so.

That wasn't why she was calling, though. I could tell right away from Kate's voice that she'd been crying, and even before she said anything I knew why.

"DiMarco called," she said. DiMarco was our doctor at Boston IVF who'd been trying to get Kate pregnant for the last two years or so. I didn't have high hopes,plus I didn't personally know anyone who'd ever made a baby in a test tube, so I was dubious about the whole process. I figured high tech should be for flat-screen plasma monitors, not making babies. Even so, it felt like I'd been punched in the stomach.

But the worst thing was what it would do to Kate. She was crazy enough these days from the hormone injections. This would send her over the edge.

"I'm really sorry," I said.

"They're not going to let us keep trying forever, you know," she said. "All they care about is their numbers, and we're bringing them down."

"Katie, it's only our third try with the IVF stuff. It's like a ten percent chance or something per cycle anyway, right? We'll keep at it, babe. That's all."

"The point is, what are we going to do if this doesn't work?" Kate's voice got all high and choked, made my heart squeeze. "Go to California, do the donor egg thing? I can't go through that. Adopt? Jason, I can barely hear you."

Adoption was fine with me. Or not. But I'm not totally clueless, so instead I focused on turning down the music. There's some little button on the steering wheel that I've never figured out how to use, so with the thumb of my driving hand I started pushing buttons, but instead the volume increased until Radiohead was blaring.

"Kate," I said, but just then I realized that the car had veered onto the shoulder and then off the road. I dropped the phone, grabbed the wheel with both hands, cut it hard, but too late.

There was a loud ka-chunk. I spun the steering wheel, slammed on the brakes.

A sickening metallic crunch. I was jolted forward, thrown against the wheel, then backwards. Suddenly the car was canting all the way down to one side. The engine was racing, the wheels spinning in midair.

I knew right away I wasn't hurt seriously, but I might have bruised a couple of ribs slightly. It's funny: I immediately started thinking of those old black-and-white driver-ed shock movies they used to show in the fifties and sixties with lurid titles like The Last Prom and Mechanized Death, from the days when all cops had crew cuts and wore huge-brimmed Canadian Mountie hats. A guy in my college frat had a videotape of these educational snuff flicks. Watching them could scare the bejeezus out of you. I couldn't believe anyone learning to drive back then could see The Last Prom and still be willing to get behind the wheel.

I turned the key, shut off the music, and sat there for a couple of seconds in silence before I picked the cell phone off the floor of the car to call Triple A.

But the line was still open, and I could hear Kate screaming.

"Hey," I said.

"Jason, are you all right?" She was freaking out. "What happened?"

"I'm fine, babe."

"Jason, my God, did you get in an accident?"

"Don't worry about it, sweetheart. I'm totally--I'm fine. Everything's cool. Don't worry about it."

Forty-five minutes later a tow truck pulled up, a bright red truck, m.e. walsh tow painted on the side panel. The driver walked over to me, holding a metal clipboard. He was a tall, broad-shouldered guy with a scruffy goatee, wearing a bandana on his head knotted at the back and long gray-flecked brown hair in a kind of mullet. He was wearing a black leather Harley-Davidson jacket.

"Well, that sucks," the dude said.

"Thanks for coming," I said.

"No worries," Harley said. "Let me guess. You were talking on your cell phone."

I blinked, hesitated for a microsecond before I said sheepishly, "Yeah."

"Damn things are a menace."

"Yeah, totally," I said. Like I could survive without my cell phone. But he didn't exactly seem to be a cell phone kind of guy. He drove a tow truck and a motorcycle. Probably had a CB radio in there along with his Red Man chewing tobacco and Allman Brothers CDs. And a roll of toilet paper in the glove compartment. Kind of guy who mows his lawn and finds a car. Who thinks the last four words of the national anthem are "Gentlemen, start your engines."

"You okay?" he said.

"Yeah, I'm good."

He backed the truck around to my car, lowered the bed, hooked the winch up to the Acura. He switched on the electric pulley thing and started hauling my car out of the ditch. Fortunately, we were on a fairly deserted stretch of road--I always take this shortcut from the office in Framingham to the Mass Pike--so there weren't too many cars whizzing by. I noticed the truck had a yellow "Support Our Troops" ribbon sticker on one side and one of those black-and-white POW/MIA stickers on the windshield. I made a mental note to myself not to criticize the war in Iraq unless I wanted to get my larynx crushed by the guy's bare hands.

"Climb in," he said.

The cab of the truck smelled like stale cigar smoke and gasoline. A Special Forces decal on the dashboard. I was starting to get real warm and fuzzy feelings about the war.

"You got a body shop you like?" he said. I could barely hear him over the hydraulic whine of the truck bed mechanism.

I had a serious gearhead friend who'd know, but I couldn't tell a carburetor from a caribou. "I don't get into accidents too often," I said.

"Well, you don't look like the kinda guy gets under the hood and changes the oil himself," Harley said. "There's a body shop I know," he said. "Not too far from here. We're good to go."

We mostly sat there in silence while he drove. I made a couple of attempts to get a conversation started with Harley, but it was like striking a wet match.

Normally I could talk to anyone about anything--you name it, sports, kids, dogs, TV shows, whatever. I was a sales manager for one of the biggest electronics companies in the world, up there with Sony and Panasonic. The division I work for makes those big beautiful flat-panel LCD and plasma TVs and monitors that so many people lust after. Very cool products. And I've found that the really good sales reps, the ones who have the juice, can start a conversation with anybody. That's me.

But this guy didn't want to talk, and after a while I gave up. I was kind of uncomfortable sitting there in the front seat of a tow truck being chauffeured around by a Hells Angel, me in my expensive charcoal suit, trying to avoid the chewing gum, or tar, or whatever the hell it was stuck on the vinyl upholstery. I felt my rib cage, satisfied myself that nothing had broken. Not even all that painful, actually.

I found myself staring at the collection of stickers on the dashboard--the Special Forces decal, a "These Colors Don't Run" flag decal, another one that said "Special Forces--I'm the Man Your Mother Warned You About." After a while, I said, "This your truck?"

"Nah, my buddy owns the towing company and I help out sometimes."

Guy was getting chatty. I said, "He Special Forces?"

A long silence. I didn't know, were you not supposed to ask somebody if they were in the Special Forces or something? Like, he could tell me, but then he'd have to kill me?

I was about to repeat the question when he said, "We both were."

"Huh," I said, and we both went quiet again. He switched on the ball game. The Red Sox were playing the Seattle Mariners at Fenway Park, and it was a tight, hard-fought, low-scoring game, pretty exciting. I love listening to baseball on the radio. I have a huge flat-panel TV at home, which I got on the friends-and-family discount at work, and baseball in high-definition is awesome. But there's nothing like a ball game on the radio--the crack of the bat, the rustling crowd, even the stupid ads for auto glass. It's classic. The announcers sound exactly the way they did when I was a kid, and probably sound the same as when my late father was a kid. Their flat, nasal voices are like an old pair of sneakers, comfortable and familiar and broken-in. They use all the well-worn phrases like "high--fly--ball!" and "runners at the corners" and "swing and a miss." I like the way they suddenly get loud and frenzied, shouting things like, "Way back! Way back!"

One of the announcers was commenting about the Sox pitcher, saying, ". . . but even at the top of his game, he's never going to come close to the fastest recorded pitch speed of one hundred point nine miles an hour, thrown by . . . ? Jerry, you must know that one."

And the other guy said, "Nolan Ryan."

"Nolan Ryan," the first guy said, "very good. Clocked at Anaheim Stadium, August the twentieth, nineteen-seventy-four." Probably reading off the prompter, some research fed him by a producer.

I said, "Wrong."

The driver turned to me. "Huh?"

I said, "These guys don't know what they're talking about. The fastest recorded pitch was Mark Wohlers."

"Very good," Harley said, nodding. "Mark Wohlers. Hundred and three."

"Right," I said, surprised. "Hundred and three miles per hour, in nineteen-ninety-five."

"Atlanta Braves spring training." Then he smiled, an easy grin, his teeth even and white. "Didn't think anyone else knew that," he said.

"Of course, the fastest pitcher ever, not in the major leagues--"

"Steve Dalkowski," said Harley. "Hundred and ten miles an hour."

"Shattered an umpire's mask," I said, nodding. "So were you a baseball geek when you were a kid, too? Collection of thousands of baseball cards?"

He smiled again. "You got it. Those Topps gum packs with that crappy stale bubble gum inside."

"That always stained one of the cards in the pack, right?"

He chuckled.

"Your dad take you to Fenway a lot?" I said.

"I didn't grow up around here," he said. "Michigan. And my dad wasn't around. Plus we couldn't afford to go to games."

"We couldn't either," I said. "So I listened to games on the radio a lot."

"Same here."

"Played baseball in the backyard?" I said. "Break a lot of windows?"

"We didn't have a backyard."

"Me neither. My friends and I played in a park down the street."

He nodded, smiled.

I felt like I knew the guy. We came from the same background, probably--no money, no backyard, the whole deal. Only I went to college and was sitting here in a suit, and he'd gone into the army like a lot of my high school buddies did.

We listened to the game for a bit. Seattle's designated hitter was up. He swung at the first pitch. You could hear the crack of the bat. "And there's a high fly ball hit deep to left field!" one of the announcers crowed. It was headed right for the glove of a great Red Sox slugger, who also happened to be a famously clumsy outfielder. And a space cadet who did things like disappear from left field, right in the middle of a game, to take a leak. When he wasn't bobbling the ball.

"He's got it," said the announcer. "It's headed right for his glove."

"He's going to drop it," I said.

Harley laughed. "You said it."

"Here it comes," I said.

Harley laughed even louder. "This is painful," he said.

A roar of disappointment in the ballpark. "The ball hit the back of the glove," said the announcer, "as he tried to slide to make the play. This is a major-league error right here."

We groaned simultaneously.

Harley switched it off. "I can't take it anymore," he said.

"Thank you," I said, as we pulled into the auto body shop parking lot.

It was a kind of scuzzy place that looked like a converted gas station. Willkie Auto Body, the sign said. The manager on duty was named Abdul and probably wouldn't have an easy time getting through airport security these days. I thought Harley would start off-loading the carcass of my poor Acura, but instead he came into the waiting room and watched Abdul take down my insurance information. I noticed another "Support Our Troops" sticker on the wall in here, too, and a Special Forces decal.

Harley said, "Jeremiah at home?"

"Oh, yeah," said Abdul. "Sure. Home with the kids."

"This is a friend of mine," he said. "Make sure you guys take care of him."

I looked around and realized the tow truck driver was talking about me.

"Of course, Kurt," Abdul said.

"Tell Jerry I was here," Harley said.

I read an old copy of Maxim while the tow truck driver and Abdul walked back to the shop. They returned a couple of minutes later.

"Abdul's going to put his best master tech on your car," Harley said. "They do good work here. Computerized paint-mixing system. Nice clean shop. Why don't you guys finish up the paperwork, and I'll get the car in the service bay."

"Thanks, man," I said.

"Okay, Kurt, see you," said Abdul.

I came out a few minutes later and saw Harley sitting in his tow truck, engine idling, listening to the game.

"Hey," he said, "where do you live? I'll drop you off."

"It's pretty far. Belmont."

"Grab your stuff out of the car and jump in."

"You don't mind?"

"I get paid by the hour, buddy. Not by the job."

I got my CDs off the floor of the car and my briefcase and baseball glove off the backseat.

"You used to work in a body shop?" I said when I'd gotten back into the truck.

The walkie-talkie started blaring, and he switched it off. "I've done everything."

"How do you like towing?"

He turned and gave me an Are you out of your mind? look. "I take whatever work I can get."

"People don't like to hire soldiers anymore?"

"People love to hire soldiers," he said. "Just not ones with DDs."

"What's a DD?"

"Dishonorable discharge. You gotta put it down on the application, and as soon as they see that, you're out the door."

"Oh," I said. "Sorry I asked. None of my business."

"No big deal. It just pisses me off. You get a DD, you don't get any VA benefits or pension. Sucks big-time."

"How'd it happen?" I said. "If you don't mind my asking."

Another long silence. He hit the turn signal, changed lanes. "Nah, I don't mind." He paused again, and I wasn't sure he was going to answer. Then he said: "The CO of my Special Forces A-team ordered half of us to go on this suicide mission, this broke-dick reconnaissance mission in Tikrit. I told the CO there was a ninety-nine percent chance they'd get ambushed, and guess what? The guys got ambushed. Attacked with rocket-propelled grenades. And my buddy Jimmy Donadio was killed."

He fell silent. Stared straight ahead at the road as he drove. Then: "A good kid, just about finished with his tour, had a baby he'd never even seen. I loved that guy. So I just lost it. Went after the CO--head-butted the bastard. Broke his nose."

"Wow," I said. "Jesus. I can't blame you. So you got court-martialed or something?"

He shrugged. "I'm lucky they didn't send me to Leavenworth. But nobody in the command wanted to draw any attention to what went down that night, and they sure as hell didn't want CID looking into it. Bad for army morale. More important, bad PR. So the deal was, dishonorable discharge, no time."

"Wow," I said again. I wasn't sure what CID was, but I wasn't going to ask.

"So are you, like, a lawyer or something?"



"Entronics. In Framingham."

"Cool. Can you get me a deal on a plasma TV?"

I hesitated. "I don't sell the consumer line, but I might be able to do something."

He smiled. "I'm kidding. I couldn't afford one of those anyway, even wholesale. So, I noticed the glove you got back there. Sweet. Rawlings Gold Glove, Heart of the Hide. Same as the pros use. Looks brand-new. Right out of the box. Just get it?"

"Um, about two years," I said. "Gift from my wife."

"Oh. You play?"

"Not much. Mostly on my company's team. Softball, not baseball, but my wife didn't know the difference." Our team sucked. We were on a losing streak that resembled the Baltimore Orioles' historically pathetic 1988 season. "You play?"

He shrugged. "Used to."

A long beat of silence.

"In school or something?" I said.

"Got drafted by the Detroit Tigers, but never signed."


"My pitch speed was clocked at ninety-four, ninety-five miles an hour."

"No way. Jesus!" I turned to look at him.

"But that wasn't where my head was, at that point. Enlisted instead. I'm Kurt, by the way." He took his right hand off the wheel and gave me a firm handshake. "Kurt Semko."

"Jason Steadman."

There was another long silence, and then I had an idea.

"We could use a pitcher," I said.


"My company's team. We've got a game tomorrow night, and we sure could use a decent pitcher. How would you like to play on our team tomorrow?"

Another long pause. Then: "Don't you have to work for the company?"

"Guys we play have no idea who works for us and who doesn't."

Kurt went quiet again.

After a minute, I said, "So what do you think?"

He shrugged. "I don't know." He was staring at the road, a half smile on his face.

At the time it seemed like a fun idea.

Copyright © 2006 by Joseph Finder


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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 12, 2006

    Quite a ride!

    Joseph Finder is at the top of his game with his new business thriller, ¿Killer Instinct.¿ Entronics salesman Jason Steadman is busy multitasking on his commute home when he drives into a ditch. Jason assists the tow-truck driver, Kurt Semko (an ex-Special Forces soldier), in getting a security job at Entronics. Then the rollercoaster ride begins¿proving once again, that no good deed goes unpunished. Kurt uses his Special Forces Operations skills to perform various acts of skullduggery that advance Jason¿s career. Strange things happen to those (both inside and outside of the company) who appear to hinder Jason¿s sales goals. Jason learns that business is war when people turn up dead. And, he wants out¿but there is no escape from his fiendish benefactor. Jason is ensnared in the life Kurt has set up for him. Jason must figure a way to outmaneuver his malicious patron. He employs double-crosses, duplicity, corporate politics, deceptions and corruption as he attempts to take his life back. Joseph Finder is a wonderful storyteller. ¿Killer Instinct¿ keeps you glued to the page. It is a remarkable tale of how an ordinary individual manages to extricate himself from a dilemma of substantial proportions after he is pushed to extremes.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 7, 2006

    The delight is in the details.

    Through his amanuensis, the auhor kindly sent me an advance review copy of this work, and these are my impressions: Interspersed among developments in the cloak-and-dagger plot of Killer Instinct are small cameos, object lessons, and wry humor. With apologies to Edith Wharton and to the furniture company, I cite the first-person narrator's introductory comment about his nephew: 'Ethan is what you name a kid who you fully expect, even before he's born, to get beat up on the playground, his lunch money stolen, his glasses snapped in two, and his face pushed into the dirt.' And, after describing the boy's passing fascination with 'instruments of medieval torture,' the narrator comments, 'You had to wonder about his parents' marriage.' Vivid descriptions, keen psychological insights, fully limned characterizations, and a pervasive sense of the tenuousness of good fortune punctuate this memorable tale of an upwardly mobile couple who ascend the slippery pole from Belmont to Cambridge, from an Acura to a Mercedes, and from childlessness to impending parenthood.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 24, 2013

    Not aweful, not great

    It took about 2/3 of the book for it to finally get interesting. I almost quit and I have never done that. Too much boring sales and electronic talk. The ending was pretty good. Probably the only good part.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 24, 2013

    The most dragging, boring, weak ending book I've ever read/liste

    The most dragging, boring, weak ending book I've ever read/listened to. Thank heavens for the reader on the audio, his reading was what made me finish the book. Had it been a hard copy I would have returned it right away. This was my first of Joseph Finder and maybe my last. Too wordy, the author felt like he needed to describe everything. The main character is weak and submissive. After all that keeps happening to him he's still is surprised when the psycho is 3 step ahead of him! overall did not enjoy the book...It was torture!!!!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted February 2, 2012

    This is great - gotta read it!

    It's a corporate thriller - nothing like I imagined. Great new plot. As many books as I have read, this has a really different twist. Great ending. It is a real page turner. You never know who you can trust in the business world. Gets you to thinking of different options and possibilities. Definately enjoy Joseph Finder novels.

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  • Posted January 5, 2012

    Very Good Read!!

    Good writing, good characters, good plot all make for a great book!! Joseph Finder at his best.

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  • Posted November 29, 2011

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    Good - but a little slow in the middle

    Successful Salesmen must have a killer instinct, and Jason Steadman must find his or lose his position at Etronics. Rumors abound at the Farmington office. The home office in Japan is planning to close a division of the high end electronics corporation. Jason is happy with the level he has risen to, but not his ambitious wife. Kate is encouraging her husband to apply for a promotion when he lands himself in a deep ditch. He is on his cell phone while driving home. Ex Special Force Sergeant Kurt Semko arrives to tow Jason¿s car to a buddy¿s garage. Jason learns that Kurt passed on becoming a pitcher in the big leagues to serve in Iraq and Afghanistan. Low and behold the Etronics softball team needs a pitcher. Steadman arranges for Kurt to play on the team and recommends him to Security despite Semko¿s dishonorable discharge. The two men become good friends in spite of their different backgrounds and status. But Jason will learn that this friendship is a dangerous liaison as both men rise within the company. Bad things happen to anybody or anything that is an obstacle to their new found fortunes.

    This novel is my introduction to Joseph Finder. And while it is a good read, it is somewhat slow in the middle. The beginning and ending are great as psychological thrillers go, but the story drags in the middle. Jason Steadman is too obtuse or naïve for my taste. I learned more than I wanted to about Plasma Flat Screens, really more. I worked in Radio Sales and the cut throatiness of sales is not as brutal as is depicted in KILLER INSTINCT. The self help junk also wore me out also. The characters are 3 dimensional and I cared about them. But these minor flaws will not keep me from reading another Joseph Finder book; it just means that I agree with other reviewers that KILLER INSTINCT may not be the best book to start reading Finder.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 19, 2009

    I Also Recommend:

    An excellent book with scary plot twists

    Joseph Finder's Killer Instinct warns you to beware of people you bring into your life.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 28, 2008

    Be careful what you ask for.,,,

    Jason Steadman is your all around nice guy with a wife pushing him to be more aggressive and ambitious in his career. After a car accident, Jason meets a tow truck driver by the name of Kurt Semko who is an former special forces officer. They become quick friends and Jason starts climbing the corporate ladder but it soon becomes apparent that his new friend is using his expertise to help him along. Though some of Kurt's moves are definitely far-fetched it is fiction and it is exceptional. You continue reading because you can't wait to see what is going to happen next. When Jason feels Kurt has gone to far he tries to get him to stop and finds that upsetting Kurt can be dangerous. It was full of excitement from beginning to the end.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 9, 2007

    A reviewer

    This was a fast paced and entertaining book, but like some of the 'slasher' movies over the years, you want to yell at the characters, 'DON'T GO IN THAT ROOM!' In the same way, your ability to suspend disbelif was taxes by some of the main characters choices, however, I guess that's why it's called fiction.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 13, 2006


    Joseph Finder has written another heart-stopper (and I thought he couldn't top Paranoia). In this thriller, Jason Steadman is a nice laid-back guy, content to schlep along in his successful sales job at a top electronics company. Unfortunately, his whiny wife isn't so happy, and is pushing him to be more aggressive. Enter Kurt Semko, an ex-Special Forces officer who helps Jason one day when his car breaks down. Kurt seems to have many talents, and uses them to help Jason begin a meteoric rise through the company ranks once Jason finds Kurt a job in company security. Unhappily, Kurt's tactics are a bit ruthless, in fact, downright murderous. When Jason tries to do damage control and stop Kurt, he endangers his wife's life as well as his own. It's hard not to love this book, but I wish I could have knocked it down half a star for the simple reason that the author makes Kurt's evil abilities a little TOO far-fetched. With his resourcefulness and numerous contacts, why isn't he promoting himself, instead of advancing someone else's career? Or at least, with all his sources and uncanny ability to uncover everyone's dirty little secrets, winning a Pulitzer for investigative journalism? It's almost as if he's wasting his talents on a middle-management drone. Oh, well, it probably wouldn't have made as riveting a tale otherwise. I recommend it - just make sure you arrange a day with no iterruptions, because this book is impossible to put down.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 7, 2006

    Good Read

    Very well written story about a struggling sales manager at a company that makes and markets visual screens, displays, etc. To begin, the manager, Josh Steadman runs his Lexis off the road, where, as a result he meets the tow truck driver, Kurt Semko. He soon realises that Semko has a lot more to offer and has him pitch for his company softball team, begins working out with him, has him fix things at home and eventually gets him an internal security job at his company. As a result of the burgeoning friendship and complaints to Kurt about problems at work, good things begin to happen to Josh at work. He gets promoted, his rivals at work and at other companies lose business and customers. All at Josh's expense. Josh finally realises that Kurt, a former special forces soldier has many contacts and talents and has been helping him all along. When Josh tries to get him to stop, things begin to get dangerous for Josh. The book drags a bit in the middle, but the ending keeps you reading long after you should go to bed. However, its worth it.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 6, 2006

    Killer Thriller!

    Finder pens another corporate thriller that is his best yet - and that's saying a lot for the 'John Grisham' of the corporate world. Jason Steadman is a happy guy - he's a successful salesman for Entronics, Panasonic's biggest rival, he works with some good guys, plays softball for the company team. His wife isn't so happy - she'd like to see him work a little harder, get further ahead, buy her a bigger house. When he accidentally drives into a ditch, he befriends the tow truck driver, Kurt Semko, ex-Special Forces and semi-pro ball player, recruiting him for the corporate team and getting him a job in security. In a strange twist of fate, good things start happening for Steadman while bad things are happening to his rivals. He becomes uneasy with all the yin and yang and the suspense gets thick as Steadman tries to figure out what is going on and how, or if, to stop it. Believable characters doing unbelievable things combine to make a fast paced, tension filled story that works because of Finder's superb writing and storytelling skills. This is a page turner of the highest order - don't plan on putting it down until you turn the last page.

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  • Posted December 9, 2008

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    enjoyable business serial killer thriller

    In the Framingham, Massachusetts area Entronics executive Jason Steadman is driving home reading email on his Blackberry when his cell phone rings. He knows his wife Kate is calling so he answers only to hear her crying as once again Dr. DeMarco of Boston IVF tells her they failed again. Distracted Jason sends his Acura into a ditch bruising a few ribs but is otherwise okay. --- Tow truck driver Kurt Semko arrives to take the vehicle away and give Jason a lift. Jason and Kurt become friends and the fomer recommends the latter for a job at Entronics. Soon the former Special Forces operative begins doing assignments for Kurt that dramatically increase his sales making him look good. However, soon Kurt apparently goes the extra mile for his buddy and starts killing business adversaries of and rivals of Jason. Unable to figure out how to expedite himself from this mess, Jason soon realizes that even his beloved Kate is at risk so he must confront and stop the invincible killing Kurt. --- Joseph Finder provides a fun business serial killer thriller starring an amiable salesman and his new friend a killing machine. The story line is action-packed from the moment Kurt does his first special favor and never slows down until the final stimulating encounter. The villains (yes more than one) seem more like caricatures of their particular role, but no one will care as the audience will be hooked to learn how the COMPANY MAN survives (or not) dealing with a PARANOIA trained killer. --- Harriet Klausner

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 26, 2006

    Simple Fact -- Any Book by Finder Is A Keeper!

    I've been a big fan of Joseph Finder since his first book, The Moscow Club. However, I thought his last two books of corporate suspense, Paranoia and The Company Man, helped to raise him to the highest plateau of writers in this genre. Now, with Killer Instinct he's elevated himself to the creme de la creme. For me, just the news of a new book by Joseph Finder gives me something to look forward to and he never lets me down. Without giving away to much of the plot, Killer Instinct is about a young sales executive at an electronics company, who while successful in sales, is considered to lack the killer extinct to move up to management. But after getting an ex-Special Forces officer a job at his company in Corporate Security, success for the sales executive seems unstoppable. Killer Instinct had me glued to the edge of my seat from the first to the last sentence. Tension builds and builds, thrills and surprises seem neverending and the characters are well-developed and multidimensional. Finder's newest, which hits the stores in mid-May, is his best to date ands is one of the best books I've read in quite awhile. Do yourself a favor and get yourself a copy as soon as it comes out. Just be prepared to give up almost everything else once you start this book. As I said, Killer Instinct by Joseph Finder is a keeper.

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