Ruthless, capricious, and loyal.
Zenka is a Hungarian pole-dancer with a dark past.
When cranky London mob boss, Jack Murray, saves her life she vows to become his guardian angel – whether he likes it or not. Happily, she now has easy access to pistols and shotguns.
Jack learns he has a son, Nicholas, a male nurse with a heart of gold. Problem is, Nicholas is a wimp.
Zenka takes charges. Using her feminine wiles and gangland contacts, she aims to turn Nicholas into a son any self-respecting crime boss would be proud of. And she succeeds!
Nicholas transforms from pussycat to mad dog, falls in love with Zenka, and finds out where the bodies are buried – because he buries them. He’s learning fast that sometimes you have to kill, or be killed.
As his life becomes more terrifying, questions have to be asked:
How do you tell a crime boss you don’t want to be his son?
And is Zenka really who she says she is?
Alison Brodie is a Scot, with French Huguenot ancestors on her mother’s side.
Brodie is an international, best-selling author. Her books have been published by Hodder & Stoughton (UK), Heyne (Germany) and Unieboek (Holland). Reviews for her debut, FACE TO FACE: “Fun to snuggle up with” –GOOD HOUSEKEEPING Pick of the Paperbacks. “Vane but wildly funny leading lady” -Scottish Daily Mail.
Brodie has now gone “indie”. Here are some editorial reviews for her recent books.
BRAKE FAILURE: “Masterpiece of humor” -Midwest Book Review
THE DOUBLE: “Proof of her genius in writing fiction” -San Francisco Book Review.
ZENKA (to be released 6 Nov, 2017): “ZENKA is top of my list for best fiction this year. If Tina Fey and Simon Pegg got together to write a dark and hilarious mobster story with a happy ending, ZENKA would be the result.” -Lauren Sapala, WriteCity
Jack glanced sharply at the gun in Zenka’s hand. ‘Put that down!’
‘I didn’t order those shooters for your benefit.’
She shrugged and picked up another gun.
Jack bristled. ‘I told you to wait in the car!’
‘You can’t have that. It’s illegal.’
She was aiming the gun at the wall, one eye closed as she looked along the barrel. ‘I need gun to protect myself from people.’
‘No, Zenka, people need gun to protect themselves from you.’
She laughed, a full-throated laugh, her face suddenly alive and sparkling. Jack was staring at her in fury, but he was helpless. How can you reprimand someone so beautiful, so fearless?