The Cleaner by Mark Dawson

I am so glad to be out of the desert that was my several month long reading slump. This month, my reader's brain has kicked into high gear, and I've suddenly started reading a book every few days (not super fast by some standards, but it's a good clip for me).

One of the books that helped get me out of the weeds was The Cleaner by Mark Dawson. After the flop that was Code Name Camelot, it was great to pick up a book that was fast paced, kept my interest, and left me wanting to read more.

I've followed Mark Dawson for a few years now, and even met him in 2019. His catalog is impressive, and he was pleasant when we met, so I added him to the tower that is my TBR pile. (I swear, that thing gets bigger every day.)

I'm happy I finally got to it!

John Milton decides he's fed up with being a guy who "takes care of things". He's tired, aging, and ready to help people instead of hurt them. He goes rogue in the best way, deciding to help a family dealing with poverty, gang wars, and an uncertain future.

If you like hand to hand combat, bad guys getting what they deserve, shoot-outs and tales of an underdog, this may be the book for you. You can find it on Amazon right here, and give it a try yourself.

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