Charlie Flowers was born in Eastern Europe sometime in the late Sixties and arrived with his family in Britain in 1975. After training as a journalist in London he had a varied career as reporter, roadie, truck driver and record label boss. In the late Nineties he formed two cult bands, and is currently an adviser on terrorism and extremism to certain departments and think tanks.
Charlie Flowers is published by Endeavour Press, and is a member of the Crime Writers’ Association and International Thriller Writers, Inc. He is the author of the Rizwan Sabir thriller series, recounting the adventures of MOD investigator Riz Sabir and his other half Holly “Bang-Bang” Kirpachi, and their run-ins with Islamist terrorists, far-right extremists, gangsters, serial killers, and much more besides.
The novels in the Riz series are: Hard Kill, Danger Close, Kill Order, Battle Come Down, and Murder Most Rural.
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PRAISE FOR THE RIZ SERIES:
“Absolutely rocks. Every line reeks with the raw authenticity of a writer who knows first-hand what the hell he’s talking about.” – Tom Cain, bestselling author of the Sam Carver thrillers.
“The most realistic account of undercover ops in the context of Islamist terrorism yet written.” – Mubin Shaikh, counter-terrorism consultant and former covert operative, Canadian Security Services
“Flowers is a Frederick Forsyth for the post-cold war world” – Tony Maggs
“I like Charlie Flowers. His writing is so sharp, so exact. Like slicing celery on a cutting board… as long as Charlie keeps pumping out these Riz stories, I’ll keep reading them.” – Rich Knight, author of The Darkness of the Womb
“In Riz Sabir, a former Jihadi now working for the Ministry of Defence, Flowers has created a Bond with the common touch; low on gadgets from Q-Branch, and more of a street-fighting man. Like Commander Bond, Riz is something of a girl-magnet. In the Black-Eyed Maidens, Charlie Flowers has created Bond Girls For Our Times. Imagine the fourth form of St. Trinians, fully-grown and just as quarrelsome, their appetite for heavy weaponry and general mayhem still insatiable, their aim sharper and their outcomes much, much … bloodier.”- Rachel Rider
“As always, author Charlie Flowers does not just weave a stunning tale of hardcore, tech savvy, gun wielding combatants creating a swath of death and destruction as intricate as a crop circle, he hits us with a number of moral dilemmas as the story unfolds.” – Teresa DiMeola, author of Ground Zero
“A non-stop, bang you over the head read, with a provocative plot. I suspect that the author has either done extensive research or has actually lived this.” – Rachael L McIntosh, author of Bubbles Will Pop
Murder Most Rural is the 5th in the Rizwan Sabir series of crime novels – follow on facebook http://www.facebook.com/TheRizwanSabirMysteries
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Extract from Murder Most Rural…
My boss had once described my other half as “Essex Girl, from Mars”. He was mostly right, I’d give him that. Our families were from Mirpur in Pakistan. Our mothers had lived on the same village street back in the old country. And they’d married us off.
Holly ‘Bang-Bang’ Kirpachi was a short, birdlike girl, with raven hair and non-committal hazel eyes. Her arms were adorned with several tattoos, and there was a gaudy golden ring in her nose. Every now and then she’d pop some bubblegum or her face would light up with a cheeky grin. Very little phased Bang-Bang. She was always happily singing to herself. And with good reason.
Bang-Bang was twenty-one. She’d shot her first man when she was fourteen, and she’d probably killed more than forty people in her career as faction leader of the Blackeyes, and then section leader in our Army unit.
I say “probably” because in our line of work, you stopped counting after the first few. All in all, she was a better person to have on your side than against it.
Something else that should be known about Bang-Bang. When it came to things mechanical or electric she was a sorceress. Her hacking skills were at an insane level and had saved my, and the country’s, collective bacon on several occasions. She’d been the star of her school’s science department, and had a bursary lined up at BAe Systems, before she’d just jacked it all in and got into burlesque.
In short, stuff WORKED for her. The downside was that you couldn’t leave her near equipment without her tinkering with it.
Shredded paper fell like confetti. I looked down at her. ‘Continuous improvement, I see?’
‘Always! Got the briefing then?’
‘We going anywhere nice?’
She jumped in the air and clapped her hands. And then stopped. ‘Oh no. Not that place your cousins live.’
I looked at her. ‘Yes that place our cousins live. What’s the problem?’
She looked up at me. ‘You know. I go that far north of the A414, I get a nosebleed.’
I resigned myself to griping and banter. Darkest Essex, here we came.
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