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“A Dangerous love affair.”

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This romantic and erotic love story is about John and Tara, two authors who fall in love. However, Tara’s ex-lover Antonio realises John is a threat to his regaining Tara’s love, so causes John to be involved in two life-threatening accidents. Although John survives, the situation grows worse, when Antonio finds John has proposed to Tara. He kidnaps Tara and takes her to his villa in Italy. On finding Tara missing, John is convinced Antonio is behind her disappearance. He drives to Italy where he makes a failed attempt to land on the villa’s roof by a paraglider. Antonio informs Tara of this and says next time he will catch and kill John. Tara is petrified, so makes a daring escape. After finding John, they return to England. During their engagement party, a publishing agent expresses an interest in the book John is writing. Along with their forthcoming marriage, this news makes the couple’s future look set for joy and happiness.

 

 

 

“For the Greater Good”

 

When a specialist in Black Operations learns his brother has died while in police custody in Yemen, he wants answers. While obtaining them, he gets involved in a plot to assassinate the self-proclaimed president. As it seems this will benefit both the country and world peace, for the greater good of all concerned, he carries this out by use of a new and deadly effective method.

 

 

 

“TERROR HOLIDAY”

 

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Please note this book is available free on Amazon Kindle. Kobo, Nook, iTunes, Google play, Thalio.de, and Bol.de.

This story is based on actual events that occurred during the August 15th, 2016 attempted a coup in Turkey and a fictitious English family on holiday there at the time.

 

 

 

 

 “Follow in the Tigerman’s Footsteps.”


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My memoir is available at   Amazon  Reads more like an adventure book. It covers a wide range of experiences, some crazy, adventurous and a few life-threatening ones, mixed with a blend of humour. These I encountered during nineteen years of working as an expat in fifteen countries spread through the Middle, Far East, and North Africa. Readers will find there is much more to life than a boring 9-5 job. As a result of becoming an expat, Colin Guest lived an incredible life, one that most only gets to dream about.Below is how I became an expat, and a sample of the life I led.A Spoonful of Danger in Saudi Arabia“Well Mr Guest, tell me how you came to be here?”
It all started with my lying helpless on my back on a mattress in the lounge when there was a knock on the front door. My wife, who like me had been anxiously waiting for this, went and opened the door. The next minute she returned leading a man who we hoped would prove a solution to my dilemma. Since putting my back out a few months ago and losing my job, putting it mildly, it had left my family and me in a serious financial situation. On entering the room, the man looked down smiling as he greeted me. After explaining how while at work I hurt my back, I had gone to see my doctor. I told him about my lying on the couch, and was about to tell him what the doctor did when he stopped me. “Now I will tell you what he did.” To my amazement, he then described exactly what the doctor had done. I felt immense relief when he went on to say that he thought he could cure me. Although neither my wife nor I knew anything about Chiropractic treatment, I was more than ready to try anything to get me back on my feet. We owed his visit to our local postmistress, who advised my wife about using a Chiropractor. As a result of his visit, to the annoyance of both my doctor and the surgeon who came to the house to examine me, within a month, I was cured.
Shortly before being signed off from being sick, I said to my wife, “I am going to try and obtain a job abroad, as I can earn far more money there than in England.
Although we both knew it would mean my being away from home and the girls for long periods of time, we agreed it was our best chance to get ourselves out of debt and back on our feet.
After sending my CV to a company that carried out overseas contracts, two weeks later I received a letter informing me I had an appointment to see the Overseas Managing Director. This was great news, with my excited to see the company required someone for a position in Saudi Arabia.
A few days later, my wife received a phone call from a man asking to speak to me. On explaining I would not be home until later, the man enquired. “Is that Jen?”
“Yes! it is.”
“Hi, Jen! It’s Arnie.”
My wife who knew Arnie from years ago when he and I worked for the same company asked.
“Oh, hi Arnie, how and where are you?”
“I am in Saudi Arabia.”
“No, tell me the truth Arnie, where are you?”
“Honestly Jen, I am in Saudi Arabia.”
“That’s a coincidence; Colin just received a letter re an interview about a job in Saudi.”
“Yes, I know, that’s why I’m calling. The person Colin will be seeing is my boss and I want to tell him what salary he should ask for when they meet.”
Later, I was amazed when he told me the figure. Never in my wildest dreams had I imagined I would be able to earn the kind of money he mentioned.
During an interview in London the following week, I met Ian, my future boss, who explained everything about the position, including salary, which was as Arnie had suggested. After a good discussion and a general chat, I accepted a one-year renewable contract as a Projects Supervisor based in Riyadh.

 

  “An Expat’s Experiences of Living in Turkey”

 

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This was my first book and published by Amazon Kindle.  It covers events during 20+ years of living in Turkey and how I decided to live there instead of England, my home country.

While enjoying a drink at our favourite café, with a quizzical expression, my wife Jen said, “I’ve been thinking when you finish your contract, why don’t we buy a piece of land and build a house on it?”
“What! I thought we were going to live in Spain?”
She smiled, then said, “No, Turkey is far better than Spain.”
“Well, you won’t get any argument from me,” I replied. “I guess we had better see if we can find a plot of land to build on.”

Little did we know our decision would lead to a complete change in our lives. Nor did we know of the far-reaching consequences it would bring.All this came about after I had accepted a married status contract in Turkey. This being my first such type of contract, as all my previous contracts had been single status. For Jen, this would be her first time living in another country. Apart from going to Spain on holiday a few times, she had not been outside of England.
I had been offered this contract while working as an interior finishes supervisor on a palace contract in Jordan, which due to problems with my company I had decided to leave. My new position as Interior Advisor was a long way up from my starting work as an apprentice joiner/shopfitter in 1955, with Turkey being the ninth country where I had worked since first going to Iran in 1978.  These adventures are in my memoir, “Follow in the Tigerman’s Footsteps.”  http://www.amazon.com/-/dp/1482854430

We were living in a house we had bought in Plymouth, Devon, about six months earlier, but as my contract was for ten months, we decided to rent it out as the money would enable us to modernize. After researching various companies, we chose what seemed like the best, although time proved they would cause unbelievable problems.

I arrived in Istanbul a few weeks later and met my new boss. The next day I was driven to the construction site, which was down on the Mediterranean Coast. It was late afternoon by the time we arrived at the project. This I found was by a long sandy beach backed by a hillside covered in pine trees. The beach was devoid of other buildings, with only a few people sunbathing, this I thought was a fabulous location. On the other side of the headland was a small village named Kemer, where a colleague later took me to my accommodation (pension). Kemer at that time had few modern buildings, and to my shock and disgust, when I first went to use a toilet, found it was the squat type, something I had never seen or used before. However, I did find one hotel that had an English style toilet, which saved me a lot of discomforts.
In Kemer, both the scenery and the friendly Turkish people immediately impressed me. The only problem was there were only two English speakers. Due to the majority of tourists being Germans, many shopkeepers spoke both Turkish and German but not English. However, despite their lack of English, by using sign language, and speaking slow and clear, I managed OK.

When Jen arrived she was delighted to find we would be living in a hotel. I said, “You’re lucky, as until you arrived, my company had not arranged anywhere for you to stay. It is thanks to Haluk, one of the owners of Ucgen, the company I am working with, that we were put into the hotel. I have been living in a pension.”
We had beautiful mountain views from our hotel room, but to our bitter disappointment, they gradually disappeared when a block of apartments with shops underneath replaced the street of tin-roofed shacks. This was the start of major construction work that changed Kemer beyond all recognition. Some said this was modern progress, but all I saw were rows of concrete buildings, which destroyed the character of a once-charming seaside village.