Monday, 30 April 2018

#BlogTour: Dead Man's Badge by Robert E Dunn @WritingDead @BrashBooks #DeadMansBadge #RandomThingsTours

Published by Brash Books, Dead Man's Badge is available now. You can get your copy here. My thanks to the author and the publisher for the review copy and Anne Cater of Random Things Tours for inviting me on to the blog tour.


Career criminal Longview Moody, on the run from killers, assumes his dead, twin brother's identity as the new Chief of Police of a Texas town that's being terrorized by a Mexican drug cartel. To pull off the deadly deception, Longview desperately works to become the kind of cop and man that his brother was. But when the two lives he’s living converge, he’s forced to embrace the violence within him to get justice...and vengeance.  

My Thoughts:

Dead Man's Badge is a thrilling slice of noir with a pace that will take your breath away and it leaves the reader with no let up, it is relentless and exciting. 

As the novel begins Longview Moody is digging his own grave in the desert. The drug cartels that he works for finally catching up with him. When his brother is found dead Longview assumes his identity, which incidentally is as the Chief of Police of a town where the so called drug cartels are running rife. This is something that was never going to run smoothly. Longview Moody is out for revenge and knowing who can be trusted and who can't is another matter.

Dead Man's Badge is gripping but it is also extremely gritty and often brutal. The author has written his characters well, they become alive on the page and are mostly unreliable. Themes included are violence and corruption.

If you are looking for a thrilling read and don't mind a bit of violence then I can recommend this one. There was plenty to keep the reader turning the pages of this frenetically paced novel, which has a great sense of place. 


About the Author:
I wasn't born in a log cabin but the station wagon did have wood on the side. It was broken down on the approach road into Ft. Rucker, Alabama in the kind of rain that would have made a Biblical author jealous. You never saw a tornado in the Old Testament did you? As omens of a coming life go, mine was full of portent if not exactly glad tidings.

From there things got interesting. Life on a series of Army bases encouraged my retreat into a fantasy world. Life in a series of public school environments provided ample nourishment to my developing love of violence. Often heard in my home was the singular phrase, "I blame the schools." We all blamed the schools.

Both my fantasy and my academic worlds left marks and the amalgam proved useful the three times in my life I had guns pointed in my face. Despite those loving encounters the only real scars left on my body were inflicted by a six foot, seven inch tall drag queen. She didn't like the way I was admiring the play of three a.m. Waffle House fluorescent light over the high spandex sheen of her stockings.

After a series of low paying jobs that took me places no one dreams of going. I learned one thing. Nothing vomits quite so brutally as jail food. That's not the one thing I learned; it's an important thing to know, though. The one thing I learned is a secret. My secret. A terrible and dark thing I nurture in my nightmares. You learn your own lessons.

Eventually I began writing stories. Mostly I was just spilling out the, basically, true narratives of the creatures that lounge about my brain, laughing and whispering sweet, sweet things to say to women. Women see through me but enjoy the monsters in my head. They say, sometimes, that the things I say and write are lies or, "damn, filthy lies, slander of the worst kind, and the demented, perverted, wishful stories of a wasted mind." To which I always answer, I tell only the truth. I just tell a livelier truth than most people.

Twitter : @WritingDead


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  1. Thanks so much Leah, delighted that you enjoyed it x

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