The Assassin published

My second thriller novel The Assassin has been published at amazon.com. Check the book here.
Max Doerr lives in New York with his wife, working as an editor for a newspaper. He has a son from his previous marriage. But He has a secret in his past life that he never told his wife. Then suddenly his son is killed brutally. Grief stricken, he tries to find his son’s killer but to no avail. The pain is too much and he sees his wife suffering too. Doerr tells his wife to go and spend some time with her mother. His CIA past comes back to him and he gets involved in a vortex of murder and international crime, and finds out that his son’s death was the beginning of a much bigger conspiracy. Length : 87800 words.

Jay Deb

I am a novel and poetry writer, also an avid reader.

Checkout my debut thriller novel CONTRIVED at amazon.com here.

During daytime I am a computer software developer, working for two decades. I hold an under graduate degree in Physics and a masters degree in Computer Science. 

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Here is a poetry I finished recently. I hope you like it.

Rainy Day - Written by me and my son Kunal

As lightning dazzles in the sky
And wind flies high
One by one, raindrops fall
On the street, nobody come by

I see the water in bay
Rising and rising to the crest
My mind runs along
Inside, there's a tempest

It is so cold
Yet the pansies are bold
It's spreading purple petal
Blooms like golden metal

The sky is dark gray
I could see the flooded bay
Rain, rain stop falling
Soon, my mom will be calling

The deers hide in the forest
Lions scamper to fend
Sun blasts through the clouds
Sky smiles at the end

Buck and Doe
Buck and Doe
Frolick in the bush
So happy they are
Doe say hush

Why she said hush
Hunters prowl around
Put six bullets in
They look round and round

Rifles go up and they ask
Who like Venison
Smiles, hungry and greedy
Like them in provison

Doe cried out loud, she is shot
She fell, buck stay behind
Only the buck see her
What was going through her mind

What would she say in her last gasp
Would she say - come on buck
Save me, save my body
Or come on over, as I die, hold me buck

Copyright (C) 2012 by Jayanta K Deb

Check my old poetries here.