Head Lion by Neil Christy

She loathes and worships him in equal measure. He hates everyone and wants to die. The only thing that stops him from killing himself is when he discovers someone wants him dead. Kate and Ryan, the two biggest rivals in the advertising world, have no choice but to join hands and team up with the dusted and forgotten mavens from the business world. Their goal—”A beautiful revenge.”

They have no idea why the biggest media tycoon in New York wants Ryan dead. No idea why they’re getting help anonymously. No idea about the secrets that surround them. And no idea how to get even.

The only thing they know is that an ordinary revenge is not going to cut it. They want their vengeance to be epic. And to make it legendary, they’ll need to bury their hatred and learn to embrace each other without the fear of getting stabbed in the back. As Kate helps Ryan get back on his feet, they prepare for the greatest coup the advertising world has ever seen. To get there, they’ll have to grapple with hidden enemies, a newfound penchant for crime, and a deadline they can’t afford to miss.

“I never knew revenge could be beautiful,” Max said. “It will be.” Ryan smiled and raised his glass, “Worthy of its place in poetry books and art galleries.”​

Iron sparrows by Neil Christy

Spreading Soon

A secret club aims to select the world’s most powerful man by influencing the next Presidential elections. They miscalculated one thing. Messing with Maya, who’s about to become the most powerful woman in the country. Her game plan? Nearly 50,000 Americans choose to end their lives each year; she just needs to borrow a few days of their lives. Together, the weakest of the weak are about to ignite a storm the powerful never see coming. ​

And even though she was forbidden to dance in the rain, she closed her eyes and swayed one last time. Time stood still; everything else moved with her, including thunder and lightning.​

Iron Sparrows Book Neil Christy


The Escalade stopped outside a brown townhouse that seemed as ordinary as the clothes Maya was wearing. It was almost as if someone had gone out of their way to make it look as uninteresting as possible.
“Don’t judge a book by its cover,” Will said as if he had read her mind.
Maya hesitated, her hand reaching out to touch the weathered wood of the old door. Its handcrafted motifs remained intact and seemed like wrinkles on the forehead of an old, trusted guru. A rusted metal sign adorned with a beautifully carved sparrow and an illegible English quote, hinted at forgotten secrets. Yet, the presence of a high-tech security system on the adjacent arch created a stark contrast, highlighting the mystery that lay behind the worn-out entrance.