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The Dragon and the Lumberjack by S.W. Ellenwood - Book Tour

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The Dragon and the Lumberjack

Thomas feared he played Jack too well...
The sequel to S. W. Ellenwood's debut novel, The Janitor and the Spy, picks up six months after Thomas Thornhill's nightmare mission in Amsterdam. On his own, he now goes under the alias of Jack Montferrand and seeks to gain entry into the oldest and most dangerous triad in Asia to find Them.
On the inside, he found the triad not as stable as he thought, forcing him to prove his trust and worth to them at every turn as new rivals sprout up. He plunges his hands deeper into the filth and the alias of Jack where he starts to wonder where Thomas ends and Jack begins.

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2. An old faded sign saying ‘Gym’ hung above the door with a dragon head printed onto it, though it was barely noticeable at this hour of the morning. Jack shook all over, bouncing a bit as well.
“Go in, pass the test, climb the ranks, find The Twelve. Simple,” Jack told himself before opening the heavy door and walking in.
The large gym room had a padded floor from wall to wall. Red pillars stood a few feet away from the wall, holding up a second floor balcony that encircled the gym. The second floor at the far end of the room went deeper back. Jack couldn’t see well past this as his view was blocked by a line of people standing at the railing surrounding him. Jack could tell the most significant people were amassed at the far end, while the 49ers - he assumed - stood at his side. Jack saw Li standing in the middle of the onlooking crowd pointing a cell phone at him. Li smiled and gave a thumbs-up when Jack saw him. A woman in her twenties stood beside Li. Dressed in shorts and a tank top, she stood out of the crowd of casual suits, though Jack had a feeling her attire was the most expensive one there. Jack couldn’t find Lóng in the group of observers. An older man stepped out from behind one of the pillars and gave Jack a pair of grappling gloves and a headpiece used in training kick-boxers. Jack, for a moment, thought the floor sounded hollow.
“Take the shoes off,” the old man said in a monotone voice. Jack kicked his shoes off and started to put the gloves on. He took the headpiece and began to put it on his head, but stopped. The old man picked up Jack’s shoes with some difficulty. Jack gave the headpiece back.
The older man raised an eyebrow. “Your funeral.” He took the headpiece and walked to the side and hit a giant gong. The talking settled to a mumble as Jack’s opponent stepped forward onto the floor. His bald head glistened in the fluorescent light. His large, tattooed body bounced up and down as he walked toward Jack, raising his surprisingly large hands.
“You think you’re tough, gweilo?”
Jack did a small bow before raising his fist. His opponent laughed. Jack stayed on his toes and slowly circled his opponent, not wanting to be cornered.
“Come on coward.” He slowly extended his arm out, barely out of reach of Jack’s face. He repeated the motion a few more times as Jack kept moving around him. “I hate wasting time.”
The bald fighter lunged and threw a fist toward Jack’s face. Jack ducked to the side and counter punched his opponent in the ear. The man stumbled away as Jack made some distance between them.
“I do too,” Jack shot back, noticing his voice carrying further than he thought it would as the second floor was brought to silence.
His opponent cracked his neck and stared back at Jack with a sense of surprise before breaking out a wide grin. “There we go!”


Author Bio –
S. W. Ellenwood is thankful to have a close-knit family of two parents, a brother, and two sisters. A homeschooler who graduated college from the University of Arkansas - Fort Smith, Ellenwood loves all forms and genres of stories and was inspired by  The Lord of the Rings films and his parents to write. You can find Ellenwood writing his next novel at the local coffee shops or playing table top games with his best friends.

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