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Matt Hilton

3.89 of 5 Votes: 2
Books by Matt Hilton
L'inseguitore (2009)
3.68 of 5 Votes: 4
I didn't hate this book, didn't love it ... but the reason I didn't love I cannot pinpoint with any accuracy. It seemed like it would be right up my literary alley--a Special Forces trained assassin with a penchant for solving problems by pulling the trigger--but while I breezed through the pages...
Dead Men's Harvest (2011)
4.08 of 5 Votes: 2
"Tubal Cain, the Father of Cutting Instruments"This is the first book of the Joe Hunter series that I have read - and I usually am not a fan of series books. If you don't read the whole series, you feel like you came into the middle of the movie and missed the best part.But in the case of DEAD ME...
Dead Fall (2012)
4.55 of 5 Votes: 4
Two ways down. You could take the express elevator up, which required use of a key to access the private floor. Coming down you could also use the elevator. Or—option two—fall sixteen stories to the unforgiving sidewalk if O’Neill’s protection team tossed you off the roof. No one but a suicidal f...
Dead Men's Dust
3.85 of 5 Votes: 5
Tubal Cain was in no doubt. The vehicle parked in the lot of the Pacific View Hotel was the one stolen from him yesterday. Even if it had been sprayed a different color, furry dice hung in the window, and whitewall tires added, he’d have known the vehicle for his own. It had a vibe that he could ...
The Devil's Anvil
3.9 of 5 Votes: 4
We didn’t get far out of town before the woods closed in on both sides. The road hugged the slopes of the northern hills, twisting and turning with each convolution of the terrain. If I hadn’t known where Billie was heading it would have made it difficult to follow, but with foresight I could sit...
Red Stripes
4.3 of 5 Votes: 3
It scowled like a drunkard’s bloodshot eye over the rim of an empty glass. The disc was low on the horizon, bloated and red, and I couldn’t help aiming a derisive snort its way. A hunter’s moon: how ironic was that?     Walking slowly, my hands stuffed in my coat pockets, I fe...
No Going Back
3.9 of 5 Votes: 5
I told him to get some sleep and assured him I’d telephone him again the following morning. ‘Sleep? There’s little chance of that,’ he said. I knew how he felt. I took a room at a Holiday Inn at Holbrook, my window giving me a great view of the endless mountain desert. It reminded me of when I’d ...
No Safe Place (Joe Hunter Thrillers Book 11)
3.6 of 5 Votes: 4
‘Goddamn it, Bryony! What were you thinking?’ ‘What did you expect me to do with him; drop him in the middle of nowhere?’ Bryony glanced back at where she’d parked her car, out of sight and sound of the target building in Tampa Heights. Joe Hunter sat resolutely in the passenger seat, as he’d bee...
Slash and Burn
3.55 of 5 Votes: 4
‘You keep giving me water; it has to come out some time.’ ‘Wait until Rourke gets back.’ ‘Why? Can’t a big tough guy like you handle things on his own?’ Rourke was the man who’d been lewd towards her when Huffman had been in the room. After Huffman had left, Rourke had gone further. He had deligh...
Rules of Honour
3.5 of 5 Votes: 2
The clothing he’d worn – as well as the murder weapon – had been discarded in a Dumpster behind a roadside diner thirty or so miles from the scene of the crime, as he’d made his way to catch his flight. He now wore jeans, over a grey button-down shirt and casual jacket. His only baggage was a car...
Judgement and Wrath
4.25 of 5 Votes: 3
He knows the thoughts of all men and women, and can change them at will. Nothing can stand in his way. Or so it was written in the fabled Book of Enoch. After sedating the dogs, he’d walked through the rear entrance unchallenged. In a vestibule he’d come across a man sitting reading a newspaper a...
Cut and Run
4.25 of 5 Votes: 4
Honey? Are you about done in there?’ Rickard used the tip of his knife to push open the door into the ladies’ restroom. He recalled his admonishment of the man on his apartment roof doing something similar with his gun, but this time it was different. Alisha was no threat to him, not in a physica...
Blood and Ashes
3.85 of 5 Votes: 5
The boughs hung so low they were like widows’ fingers digging at the soil as if trying to reclaim their lost husbands. Shadows cloaked me. The words coming from my pocket had a stereo effect now that I was so near to one of those talking, but the little bird-like man had no idea of how close to d...
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