HARTOV BOOKS
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“In the Sahara, the sun could make a man bleed.”
“In the Sahara, the sun could make a man bleed.”
Dressed in a German uniform, badly wounded and starving to death, Second Lieutenant Bernard Froelich appears out of the desert with an incredible story to tell. He is the only survivor of a secret British commando unit composed of German and Austrian Jews, all of them orphaned by the murderous Nazis, and all bent on revenge. Based on meticulous research and the discovery of stunning historical truths, The Last of the Seven follows Froelich throughout his rescue and painful recovery, his heartbreaking romance with a Sicilian girl, and at last, a behind-the-lines mission that he and his men can’t possibly survive.
“In the Spring of 1944, I realized that I was not going to survive the war…”
“In the Spring of 1944, I realized that I was not going to survive the war…”
Hartov’s first book in his World War II historical fiction series brings us the diary of Shtefan Brandt, adjutant to SS Colonel Erich Himmel in occupied France. Shtefan is a mischling, a partial Jew, surviving only at the whims of his commander, and both men are in love with the colonel’s French mistress, Gabrielle Belmont. As the Normandy invasion looms, Shtefan must choose between loyalty, love, survival, and whether or not to foil Himmel’s plot to steal a fortune in Allied invasion currency—right up to the story’s heart-stopping end.
“Mike Durant, we will not leave without you!”
In this trilogy’s opening tale, Dead Drop, private detective and often seasick SCUBA diver J.D. Harris heads down to the beautiful Caribbean islands, hoping to find his missing partner, and instead discovers a diabolical trap and the kind of femme fatale who can give a man sweat-soaked nightmares. In The Other End of Newbury Street, Hartov takes us back to Boston in the early 1970s, where a barely surviving gumshoe and screwup named Arthur Friedland can’t seem to get even one thing right. And at last, with Pocket Litter, Hartov brings us back into his own past world of spies and terrorists, and a nail-biting rendezvous where an intelligence officer is about to get himself killed because of one small slip.
These are the kinds of stories that hard-drinking writers used to pen about rough men and women. Pour yourself a tumbler of whiskey, light up a smoke, and hold onto your hats and guns.
“Then they got an anonymous tip. The most dangerous kind.”
In this trilogy's opening tale, Dead Drop, private detective and often seasick SCUBA diver J.D. Harris heads down to the beautiful Caribbean islands, hoping to find his missing partner, and instead discovers a diabolical trap and the kind of femme fatale who can give a man sweat-soaked nightmares. In The Other End of Newbury Street, Hartov takes us back to Boston in the early 1970s, where a barely surviving gumshoe and screwup named Arthur Friedland can't seem to get even one thing right. And at last, with Pocket Litter, Hartov brings us back into his own past world of spies and terrorists, and a nail-biting rendezvous where an intelligence officer is about to get himself killed because of one small slip. These are the kinds of stories that hard-drinking writers used to pen about rough men and women. Pour yourself a tumbler of whiskey, light up a smoke, and hold onto your hats and guns.
“Mike Durant, we will not leave without you!”
“Mike Durant, we will not leave without you!”
In the October 1993 Battle of Mogadishu, US Army Chief Warrant Officer Michael J. Durant became the focal point of the story that would later be called “Black Hawk Down.” Shot down in Somalia, terribly injured, and captured by vengeful militants, Durant endured the torments of certain death until at last he was rescued. Ten years, later, Steven Hartov joined with Durant to write “In the Company of Heroes,” the New York Times bestseller that remains in high demand today, is recommended reading by the US Army War College, and is a classic portrayal of men at war.
“Moshiko Ben-Czecho knew that his death was imminent, but he refused to surrender to his shameful sensation of fear.”
“Moshiko Ben-Czecho knew that his death was imminent, but he refused to surrender to his shameful sensation of fear.”
In this stunning sequel to The Heat of Ramadan, the second part of the Eckstein and Baum trilogy opens with a bomb attack on the Israeli consulate in New York City, and rockets onward from there. In the midst of delicate prisoner swap between the Israelis and the fanatical government of Iran, Eckstein and Baum are summoned to New York to deal with the evolving crisis, and find themselves facing the wrath of notorious German terrorist, Martina Klump, who is determined to wreak havoc on the prisoner swap and exact revenge for a terrible betrayal.
“From the moment Ekhardt pulled the trigger, he knew he was killing the wrong man.”
“From the moment Ekhardt pulled the trigger, he knew he was killing the wrong man.”
So begins the first in Hartov’s Middle East espionage trilogy, featuring Israeli intelligence agents Eytan Eckstein and Benni Baum. An assassination gone wrong in Munich leads to Eckstein’s early retirement, but the master terrorist he and his team were pursuing refuses to let sleeping dogs lie. One by one, Eckstein’s comrades are sent to their graves, while he and Baum realize that Amar Kamil is not only bent on vengeance, but on pulling off an assassination himself that will bring the region to its knees. This pulse-pounding thriller led one major critic to call Hartov “Israel’s John LeCarré.”
“In the deepest darkness, at some hour between midnight and dawn, you believe you hear them coming.”
“In the deepest darkness, at some hour between midnight and dawn, you believe you hear them coming.”
Until the release of Hartov’s and Durant’s New York Times bestseller, “In the Company of Heroes,” few people had ever heard of the US Army’s 160th Special Operations Regiment. The Night Stalkers were born on the heels of the failed 1980 operation to rescue American hostages held in Iran, and have gone on to become the penultimate special operations aviators on earth. With unprecedented access to this top secret unit, Hartov, Durant, and Lieutenant Colonel Robert. L. Johnson penned this thrilling military history that is now considered the “bible” for all American Army aviators wishing to become the-Best-of-the-Best.
“Major Eytan Eckstein prayed that the bullets would kill him before he heard the gunfire.”
“Major Eytan Eckstein prayed that the bullets would kill him before he heard the gunfire.”
Thus begins the third part of Hartov’s thundering espionage trilogy, with Eckstein tasked to rescue a throng of Ethiopian Jews from the clutches of murderous warlords. But nothing curdles the blood of an intelligence officer more than the simple word “mole.” Its utterance by a defecting Czech spy has sent the entire Israeli intelligence community reeling. And so Jerusalem’s spy masters have no choice but to summon Eckstein and Baum once again, sending them back to Africa and a wilderness of mirrors, where no one is safe and nothing is as it seems
