#BookBlitz #BlogTour : FAITH by Chris Parker @UrbaneBooks @Chjparker #Lovebooksgrouptours

Hello book lovers! It’s my stop during the blog tour for FAITH by Chris Parker, organized by Love Books Group, and I feel great to share extract and book detail today with you all. I hope you enjoy the post.

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Book Detail:

PUB DATE: 20th September 2018

Publisher: Urbane Publication

Genre:Crime Fiction / Thriller

ISBN: 9781911583783

PRICE: £8.99

EXTENT: 360 Pages

Synopsis:

‘I began reading Chris Parker twenty years ago. He was amazing then. He is amazing now.’ Geoff Thompson. BAFTA Award Winner

After the terrifying events of Belief, Ethan Hall has been charged with multiple homicides. His trial is about to begin – will it bring closure for Marcus Kline and those he loves? Ethan has been in solitary confinement in the medical wing of a prison for several months. However officers still have to interact with him and he has hypnotised two of them to kill ex-offenders. He has also chosen to defend himself in court. Surely justice will prevail?

Buy Link: https://amzn.to/2PsCk5s

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Extract: 

MONDAY – TRIAL DAY 1 10.30am

Ethan Hall saw every detail of the courtroom in one casual turn of his head. He started with the shimmer of past events, the flickering colours of decisions, lies and emotions clinging to corners and crevices. ‘The residue of conflict,’ he whispered so quietly the two security guards he was handcuffed to failed to notice. He smiled at their lack of awareness, letting his eyes capture the members of the media sitting in the slightly removed front row and the eighty or more members of the public sitting behind them. Many were looking back at him. The journalists were conditioned to be coldly curious, to demonstrate to each other just how professionally detached they were. He took each one in turn, reading them as if they were a newspaper headline. The others he corralled together in his mind. The herd. He saw a mixture of hatred, confusion and disbelief rising from them. He watched it colour the air like a delicate cloud and through it he saw their eyes widen, their breath and shoulders rising. ‘Mine already.’ The whisper moistened his mouth and lips, the wetness on his tongue obvious as a waterfall. The big man came to him next. He had refused to turn, the breadth of his back magnified by the ceremonial robes.

They are going to send a barrister against me. It will be a man. He’ll stink of confidence. The presumption echoed in his mind. He had been right, of course, but there was something more. This man feigned confidence, using his experience, size and reputation to intimidate and disguise. Ethan saw the uncertainty he was trying to hide, a pulsing blood-red knot threatening to twist and pull at his stomach. If it took control, Ethan realised, it would drag him to his knees. ‘You are right. I am that different,’ Ethan’s lips curled. ‘I will bring you down.’ This time the guards thought they heard something. They glanced at him and then at each other before shifting their attention to the Court Clerk and, beyond him, the Judge robed in scarlet and ermine. Ethan felt the two, burly men stiffen slightly as if standing to attention. The Clerk ignored them. He spoke clearly and confidently. ‘Are you Ethan Hall?’ Ethan noticed how he dropped his inflection, turning the question into something closer to a command. Obviously exmilitary, still thinking he was on the parade ground. ‘Yes.’ Ethan dipped his shoulders and sagged just a little. The Clerk nodded curtly. ‘You may be seated.’ Ethan slumped. The big man rose. He spoke to the Judge. ‘May it please your Lordship I appear in the case on behalf of the prosecution together with my learned friend, Mr Brian Kaffee. The defendant, Mr Ethan Hall, has chosen to represent himself.’ Ethan didn’t bother looking at the barrister’s helper, Junior Counsel as he was properly termed. He knew everything about that man’s role. He had done his research a long time ago. The truth was he knew more about a criminal trial before a High Court

Judge than any of them could imagine. Instead of imagination, they have faith…faith in what they call the system. Junior Counsel was there to guide and support. Despite his pristine black jacket and pinstriped trousers, he was nothing more than a glorified golf caddy, a man walking in the shadows, carrying the load for the high-profile player. He was a man to be dealt with later. If necessary. Ethan saw the Judge glance in his direction. He kept his own gaze low, enjoying the pretence of being lost in his own thoughts, cowed by the situation. The Judge moved on quickly, speaking directly to the big man, Mike Coopland QC. ‘What preliminary issues are there in the case that we need to deal with?’ The answer was immediate and, to Ethan’s ears, clearly rehearsed. ‘Perhaps the first is whether the defendant should, in the particular circumstances of this case, remain in handcuffs throughout. I anticipate the defendant will have something to say about that. As indeed he might about my application to have him screened from the jury.’ Ethan listened to the words with interest. Coopland spoke from deep in his belly. It was exaggerated; a performance voice. Ethan was sure that even Marcus Kline would have recognised the boy inside the big man. ‘Mr Hall,’ the Judge’s tone was procedural, ‘are there any preliminary issues you would like to raise?’ Ethan looked up. ‘My Lord, I concede the handcuffs, but would like therefore to be allowed to sit on Counsel’s Row.’ The Judge did his best to remain expressionless. Coopland’s

shoulders rose fractionally. The response was as scripted as the rest. ‘We will deal with applications now, in order,’ the Judge said. ‘So, Mr Coopland, given that Mr Hall is willing to concede the issue of handcuffs, let’s address your request to have him screened in the dock which, of course, is completely at odds with his request to sit where Defence Counsel usually does.’ The big man stood. ‘My Lord, we want Mr Hall in the dock because these are charges of murder and this is where the defendant usually sits. The dock provides security and in this case, bearing in mind the factual circumstances surrounding the deaths and Mr Hall’s unique and potent ability to manipulate and influence the minds of others, I believe strongly that additional security in the form of screening is required. The risk that Mr Hall poses to the jury needs to be minimised as much as possible. Obviously we cannot prevent him from talking to the jury, but a screen would prevent him from being able to look at them directly. Allowing him to do so – and especially from a position as close as Counsel’s Row – would be to risk their wellbeing as well as the integrity of these proceedings.’ The Judge nodded curtly. ‘Mr Hall?’ Ethan looked up at the ceiling as if briefly composing his thoughts. ‘My Lord, it is true to say that I do indeed have a unique skill set. I have been gifted – although, given the nature of my current situation, it feels easier at this moment to say cursed – with the ability to understand others in ways that very few people ever have. This understanding enables me to change the lives and circumstances of those in need in the most powerful and positive of ways. This, as I am sure will become clear in the coming days, is what I have dedicated myself to. I am not a perfect human being. I have made mistakes. As we all have. However, I pose no threat to the jury or indeed anyone else who will appear in this courtroom.’

‘Beyond that, I would make two further points. Firstly, if you screen me from view you are implying my guilt and, inevitably, biasing the jury against me. Having chosen to defend myself I did hope I would be allowed the courtesy of presenting myself in some form of equal manner to Mr Coopland. Although, of course, I do accept that these,’ Ethan raised his hands and tugged gently at the handcuffs, ‘are the inescapable burden of my status and impact negatively on my claim for equality.’ ‘Secondly I believe, as no doubt we all do, that the English justice system is the finest in the world. Here, now, is the place where facts truly speak louder than words.’ ‘Mr Coopland cannot surely be suggesting that in this, the most serious of circumstances where life-changing decisions are made, words and looks and gestures are more influential than the actual facts of the matter?’ ‘If that were so, it would seem Mr Coopland is arguing that justice is determined by who can tell the best story in the most persuasive way. I would certainly hope that is neither his belief nor his experience. As the defendant I need to know that I am trusting my future on the truth of facts, not the quality of a performance piece.’ Ethan took a half step back and let the energy drain from his body as if, having made his first speech, he was suddenly tired and unsure. He blinked twice and licked his lips whilst pretending to await the decision. In his mind, however, there was no question to be answered. The Judge had reached a conclusion even before he had started speaking. Ethan had seen it as clearly as a painting on a wall. For all his finery and learned language, Mr Justice Stephen Mulvenny was just a man, as open to him as any other. So Ethan’s words had never been for him; they had been aimed at the barrister, and they had struck home with expected ease. The

mix of emotions he had created was playing beneath and beyond the surface of Mike Coopland’s large frame. Ethan looked through the flashes of amber, green and grey as the Judge ended the charade of his consideration. ‘Mr Hall, you will stay in the dock throughout the trial. No screen will be put in place, however. In that regard, I recommend that you keep your hands out of sight. That will also limit any possible jury bias. And I want to make it clear to you Mr Hall that I shall be watching you very closely throughout. If I see anything improper, anything at all with which I am concerned, I may well revisit this decision. Now, gentlemen, let’s move on to jury selection.’ Ethan Hall dropped his head as if in acceptance of defeat. No one saw him smile.

About Author:

Faith is Chris Parker’s thrilling final book in the Marcus Kline trilogy. Can Marcus Kline ultimately triumph over his deadly nemesis?

  • Launch event in Nottingham – including Chris hypnotising members of the audience! Getting regional and national coverage
  • Influence was a no 1 thriller bestseller on Amazon
  • ‘A gripping thriller that has the bad guy using his mind to influence and kill his victims. Chilling and mesmerising!’ EmmaB Book reviews

Based in Nottingham, Chris Parker is a specialist in Communication and Influence. A Licensed Master Practitioner of Neuro Linguistic Programming (NLP), Chris is a highly experienced management trainer, business consultant, lecturer and writer. Books include Influence, Belief, Campaign It, Brain Always Wins, Diego Masciaga Way, The City Fox and Debris.

Previous books in series:

 

Influence – 978-1909273061

Belief – 9781909273238

http://marcuskline.co.uk/


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