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Saturday, August 22, 2015

Tour: THE BROTHERHOOD by Daithi Kavanagh


Detective Tadhg Sullivan’s life seems to be falling apart, since being shifted to Clare from Dublin after falling out with the Minister for Justice and the Garda Commissioner. His partner, Journalist Helen Carty, has moved out, unable to live with his bouts of depression and periodic alcoholism. He finds himself once again alone in a world that doesn’t understand him.

Suddenly Sullivan is knocked out of his lethargy when a teenage girl goes missing not far from Ennis where he has been stationed. Sullivan is asked to lead the hunt by the local Superintendent and is catapulted into a world of unimaginable horror. He is confronted by Lord Charles Cromwell the leader of a sadistic cult—The Brotherhood—that derives its pleasures from the torture and murder of young women.

Sullivan’s investigation is once again hampered by political interference. As he fights his way through one bureaucratic obstacle after another he discovers that The Brotherhoods tentacles have not only reached into corridors of power in Ireland but, they are being protected by powerful politicians worldwide.

To cut through this protective ring of steel Sullivan finds himself having to engage

with some strange bed fellows. Which included an ex CIA agent, Simon Horowitz, who had saved his partners life during his last investigation and an IRA leader, Rory O’Connor, who has recently been released from prison.

Will this strange combination be able to destroy The Brotherhood before their murderous reign takes another young life or will Lord Cromwell destroy Sullivan and everything he loves? 





Crime Fiction
Date Published: May 20, 2015


Detective Tadhg Sullivan’s life seems to be falling apart, since being shifted to Clare

from Dublin after falling out with the Minister for Justice and the Garda Commissioner. His partner, Journalist Helen Carty, has moved out, unable to live with his bouts of depression and periodic alcoholism. He finds himself once again alone in a world that doesn’t understand him.

Suddenly Sullivan is knocked out of his lethargy when a teenage girl goes missing

not far from Ennis where he has been stationed. Sullivan is asked to lead the hunt by

the local Superintendent and is catapulted into a world of unimaginable horror. He is

confronted by Lord Charles Cromwell the leader of a sadistic cult—The

Brotherhood—that derives its pleasures from the torture and murder of young

women.

Sullivan’s investigation is once again hampered by political interference. As he fights

his way through one bureaucratic obstacle after another he discovers that The

Brotherhoods tentacles have not only reached into corridors of power in Ireland but,

they are being protected by powerful politicians worldwide.

To cut through this protective ring of steel Sullivan finds himself having to engage

with some strange bed fellows. Which included an ex CIA agent, Simon Horowitz,

who had saved his partners life during his last investigation and an IRA leader, Rory

O’Connor, who has recently been released from prison.

Will this strange combination be able to destroy The Brotherhood before their

murderous reign takes another young life or will Lord Cromwell destroy Sullivan and

everything he loves?

 







Daithi Kavanagh is 57 years old and lives with his wife and two teenage children in Trinity, Wexford, Ireland. Up to 2012 when the recession hit Ireland he was making a living as a musician. He then went back to adult education and completed his Leaving Certificate in 2014. He is now studying for a degree in Irish Culture and Heritage Studies at Wexford Campus.

While he was studying he began writing ‘The Gun’ which is the first book in The Tadhg Sullivan Series.  His second book in the series called The Brotherhood was released in May 2015. He is currently working on the third book in the series.

He plays guitar and sings in many of the pubs in his hometown of Wexford where he is often joined by his two children Ella and Rory who play fiddle and flute.

In his spare time he likes to walk his two dogs with his wife Caroline.

 

Contact Information

Website: www.daithikavanagh@blogspot.com

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Twitter: https://twitter.com/Daithik3

Blog: www.daithikavanagh@blogspot.com


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Amazon UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B00USBGLJU

Barnes and Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-brotherhood-daithi-kavanagh/1121480796

Smashwords:  https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/528030

Tirgearr Publishing: http://tirgearrpublishing.com/authors/Kavanagh_Daithi/the-brotherhood.htm

iTunes: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/brotherhood-tadhg-sullivan/id977708227

KOBO: https://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/ebook/the-brotherhood-a-tadhg-sullivan-mystery-book-2







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Long Excerpt

She knew nothing of the white van that pulled up behind her, until the two men

grabbed her and bundled her into the back. She’d been jogging along the road, with

her headphones on listening to Mumford and Sons. At first she’d thought it was a

prank by some of her friends. But as the van tore along the narrow road at top speed

and she found herself being tossed from side to side, she knew something much

more sinister was unfolding. She screamed. Suddenly the van took a sharp left, and

she smashed her face against the side panelling. They seemed to be on a long,

pebbled lane. She stared at her headphones, the music still blaring, lying on the

floor, and cursed herself for not listening to her parents, who had begged her to bring

her mobile phone.

The van jolted to a halt. She heard men get out, heard their feet crunch on the

pebble drive as they walked to the back and opened the doors. She cried with terror

as the two middle aged men dragged her out and carried her across the forecourt

towards a huge wooden door.

One rang the bell, and seconds later she heard the door creak as it inched open.

A tall man of about sixty with a nose like a beak moved to the side as the men

carried her inside and along a dark hallway. She tried to struggle but to no avail.

They were too strong. She screamed, but her voice seemed to be swallowed by the

old house.

When they reached the back, they made her stand. She begged them to let her

go home. Tears ran down her face when they ignored her pleas, opened another

door, and pushed her through. She found herself in an old church. They prodded her

along the aisle towards an altar. One went over to the wall and pulled down a handle

disguised as a candlestick. The altar started to move slowly, revealing a stairway

leading down into a dungeon. The two men propelled her into the dark hole below.

The altar moved back slowly. She tried to climb the stairs, but the men forced her

back down. She screamed one last time. Then the darkness surrounded her, as the

marble altar ground itself into place, eventually drowning out her pleas.



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