Paddy Nemesis

Based in Dublin and Boyle, this has been on a website for unpublished authors called authonomy and I have now completed and published it on amazon. It's for readers who have a kindle or a platform that supports a kindle app.
It's under 5 Euro so here is the link and the most recent review from authonomy.

The plotline is solid, without a doubt. It is full of deception, anger, abandonment, love, and cruelty rolled into grit and action. It ends as perfectly as it begins, with tension that mounts until it explodes in the last few chapters. This is not what makes the novel such a smashing success. It's Jack Clancy. Jack is the anti-hero that the reader is dying to see succeed and find some level of peace. The depth of his character is extraordinary. He's the teenager that kicked out his father, lied to his unappreciative mother to protect her, finds himself in all the wrong kinds of trouble only to find himself isolated. He grows into a young man that has such realistic vulnerability, it's impossible not to sympathize with him, despite his many flaws. In his own words he becomes "a vessel of flesh that had been conditioned into thriving off pain." Heartbreaking. He shields himself with crude, almost intimidating sarcasm that is hilarious and nasty all at once. Again, it is not the painting of the character that makes it a success, but the consistency and realism of him that follows throughout. He has many swings and shifts, from drug abuser to loving father, and yet he is always Jack. There is no doubt that the man that shows his unforced comfort with Sarah during the raw and beautiful sex scene is the same man that kills a handful of people. His reaction, particularly to his dad's murder, are real, aggressive, detached, confused. Jack Clancy pulls you in and never lets you go.
The end of Paddy never feels rushed, every word counts, leaving us with a hell of a cliffhanger that has my tapping my foot for more. It wraps up clean, but you still feel a little dirty on the inside after reading it.
You are the writer to aspire to, the one who writes with the brass balls we all wish we had. Your work is honest, emotional, raw, gritty and totally your own. I would wish you luck, but you don't need it.