Hawk goes down under when an Australian bookie is flung head-first from an exclusive tower restaurant by syndicate hitmen. Hawk aims to take on the Godfather himself, and the gun wielding hoods train their sights on him.But who’s behind the bold scheme to muscle in on the Sydney underworld? The gutless Tony Santoni, the ill-suited heir to a gangland empire in the States? Or someone with a flair for the dramatic—like the elusive actress who has made Hawk her captive audience? Hawk hurls himself into the blood-spattered world of rub-outs and racketeers to unmask the Mafia don and his murderous Moll.Michael Hawk is an investigative journalist with a knack for getting the scoop. Part Anderson Cooper, part Indiana Jones, with all of James Bond’s magnetic charm, he saves the day and gets the girl in the end.
Hawk two! (it’s the second one I’ve read anyway) Mike Hawk gets down under and dirty!
I’m sorry, but this one wasn’t as good as the virgin stealers. However, when I take Mike Hawk out, even a bad time is a rad time.
This time, super rich, man of leisure and face puncher extraordinaire: Mike Hawk is in the land of Aus to favour its fine shelias with some first class, yet surprisingly sensual all-American wienering.
And crikey, the American mafia has decided to take over the Australian liquor market. Unfortunately the best they could muster was a guy that dresses like Roy Rogers, his English butler and some circus acrobats serving as “enforcers” Hawk makes instant best friends with a bloke named Fair Dinkum, sets up a corporate fund to help fight the mafia, falls in love with the first Australian woman he meets, goes undercover as an Australian(with accent) using special effects makeup and just swings his dick all around the continent.
It was ridiculous and probably insulting to Australia but it was missing something. Where’s the fun? Where’s the spark? Where’s the chainsaw duel?
Just saying; it was alright but Mike Hawk has been harder.