The Amazing Adventures of Hunter Caine, Soldier of Fortune: Volumes 1 – 3

The Amazing Adventures of Hunter Caine, Soldier of Fortune: Volumes 1 – 3

“I’m Hunter Caine.
Treasure Hunter. Soldier of Fortune. Smuggler.
I’m kind of a bad bitch, you might say.
I do what the chicken-shit Corporation, or the Holier-than-thou Collective are afraid to do.
What they don’t want to do.
And I do it anywhere.
When stuff gets ugly, and things need doin’, I get it done.
I don’t play favorites. Strictly Freelance.
But, I do it all.
And more.
You want something done? Something dirty? Something dangerous? Something distasteful?
Call Hunter. You got the cash. I got the flash.”

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About the Book
[excerpt from Hunter Caine The Chamber of Dr. Z]

CHAPTER ONE

Shamblers

A form lurched out of the foggy darkness, a black and deformed body illuminated by Planet #17’s weird green moon behind it. It swayed first left, then right, each step little more than a mindless flailing of limbs. Its arms draped at its side, hands twitching and shaking. An eerie moan slid out of its hidden face.

It was too dark to tell what in the hell it was—other than human.

Well, maybe human. Maybe native.

Why in hell does this shit always happen to me?

I’d spent two days driving around this shit-hole planet looking for the hidden lab of some dude named Professor Zorsky (I took to calling him Doctor Z), before I found this crummy road. I’d spent the prior two days seeking information on the same, paying off the local gangsters for intel, holding up nasty informants at blade point, even fornicating with one loathsome three-armed guy, feeling the entire time like someone was stalking me.

And here I was.

Almost to the target, and this shit happens. Basic damn job, I’d thought. No fighting monsters or mercenaries or government men. No killing.

A thousand easy damn chits.

Yeah right.

Just when payday is right down the road, this freaky shit wanders out of the swamp. Figures. Just my damn luck.

I stepped from the old Willy’s hover jeep that I’d acquired (through nefarious channels, I might add) back in New Cape Town, and side-straddled away, sliding my Colt particle automatic from its holster on my hip. If whatever-the-shit it was decided to fight, I didn’t want any harm coming to the sexy blonde in the passenger seat. No way. That was prime tail.

And flush with Corporation cash.

I remember meeting her at the Palace Saloon in Perdition outside New Bisbee, on the edge of the Frontier. She had a job. Looking for help. She flashed her creds. I harrumphed and she laid out the story of her kidnapped scientist—taken by the damn Collectivists for some unseemly reason, no doubt. I don’t do politics. But I do cold cash. And I do blue eyes and a pretty smile.

Now, I’m no homecoming queen type, but I am stone-cold sexy, I don’t mind sayin’. The girls and boys get a bit of a rush from my hard body, tats, wicked grin and crazy dreads. Still, despite my hot-itude, I’m weak in the knees for the baby blues.

So, I took the job. Didn’t ask a single damn question, other than who, where, what, when. Didn’t care about the why. That was for more noble folks.

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Author: JP Wilder
Series: Hunter Caine, Soldier of Fortune
Genres: Kindle Singles, Pulp, Science Fiction
Publisher: Perseid Press
Publication Year: 2022
ASIN: B0FLF65KS4
ISBN: 9781948602730
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JP Wilder

JP makes his home with his beautiful wife and family in a suburb of Los Angeles, among a cluttered collection of too-big, cookie-cutter structures. Here he rests each night after a long (and somewhat miserable) commute from the glass monoliths of West Los Angeles, cloistered away from the multi-hued grid of American culture, pretending that he is above it all.

He has donned many uniforms in life, including that of a farmer (or son of a farmer — unwilling [and unable] to claim the expertise of his father in the ways of the land and ranching), a paratrooper, a roofer, a professor and an executive.

And as he has changed and adapted to the world around him, one thing has remained constant: his connection to fantasy fiction and the macabre.

Along with his short story, The Rhyme of the Dragon Queen in the Perseid Press anthology, Heroika 1: Dragon Eaters, he has authored the following:

The Book Dragon, in the Wizards of the Coast Anthology, Realms of the Dragon II

Schade of Night, a paranormal thriller, and

The Crusader series, a series of short stories and novellas about a fantastic crusade and the nature of war.

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