I just ordered a banned-in-the-U.S. Bond book called "Bond On the Rocks" by Curtis Cook.
http://www.blurb.com...nd-on-the-rocks
The site features a prevue. Here's the opening sentence:
"Harris' hands arch over his keyboard like two house cats frozen in mid-pounce. His glazed eyes fix on the word-processor screen but his mind drifts far from his cubicle in the Personnel Department for the massive Secret Intelligence Service complex at Vauxhall Cross, London."
Oh dear oh dear oh dear. More overwritten fan-fiction. And does anybody really like novels written in the present tense?
Bond makes his entrance in chapter 2. He gets an official notice of service termination from the Electric Board. He hasn't been paying his bills, you see. After all he's a senior on a fixed income.
Let's see, what chapter 3 has. "The telephone in James Bond's study explodes in a raucous burst of clatter, breaking the quiet peace as he makes his way up to the second floor. He momentarily crouches from the startling, unfamiliar intrusion and grasps the stair rail to steady his stand. The telephone had not rung since the bank that holds a second mortgage on his flat called a month ago about another missed payment."
Oh some good news at last! Bond never gets wrong number calls.
Thankfully the prevue ends here.
If Sean Connery ever decides he wants another acting gig he won't have to look too far...