You look hot. I mean, temperature-wise, hot. I mean you look good too, presentable. Erm, I’ll shut up and go dig myself a big hole over there, shall I?

…Iron House – this is the first book I’ve read written by John Hart. It started with chapters like scenes I’d expect in a film where the male lead is exceptionally adept at dodging bullets and bullets fly like those in the Matrix. Because of this, there was a slight unbelievability about it that we’re used to seeing in the cinemas. Though I must admit, the Bourne Identity films are more gritty and has a gritty feel to them that makes you believe the incredible fighting abilities of Jason Bourne.

Still I found Iron House extremely readable, fast-paced and was often left wanting to know more at the end of every chapter. John Hart is very good at keeping you guessing and providing that slight twist or mystery at the end of chapters that make you question and read on. That’s a pretty good skill to have for an author…

The hole has been dug. You smile. I like your smile. I’ve missed your smile, my friend. I know it’s been hot here in London. I know…