Rivers of Blood

A Steve Regan Undercover Cop Thriller

Book Cover: Rivers of Blood
Pages: 198
Paperback: $ 9.99 USD
ISBN: 978-1795373739
Size: 5.50 x 8.50 in
Pages: 198

There’s only one thing more dangerous than becoming a confidential informant.

Being an undercover cop.

They have something in common - living on the edge.

The Gripping Fast-paced Series Finale to the Steve Regan Undercover Cop Trilogy

Steve Regan is still undercover working for the same UK secret government department. He sets off on what he thinks is a last assignment: seconded to the Australian Feds posing as a hit man hired to assassinate a liberal Australian politician.

The Australian murder plot leads to the discovery of a frightening far-reaching white supremacist conspiracy to overthrow the government of the United Kingdom.

Regan goes deep undercover within a London police CID department in an effort to gather evidence against the white supremacists.

Regan's undercover infiltration is the most dangerous and audacious assignment he has faced.

Will he succeed? Or will this dangerous game endanger someone close to him?

Who will survive and who will die?

Reacher and Tom Clancy fans will love Regan - the 'real deal!' - undercover cop fiction written by a former undercover cop.

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Reviews:Sashadoo Vine Voice on Amazon wrote:

5.0 out of 5 stars Couldn't put it down
Reviewed in the United Kingdom on 26 February 2019
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I started reading this on the morning after it arrived and simply couldn't put it down until I finished it late at night. I just had to know what happened next. Steve Reagan under yet another alias, goes undercover once again as he works for a top secret organization dedicated to the destruction of major criminal enterprises. Also working in the organisation is his Thai wife, Ora, a specialist in the field of intelligence. When they come up against corrupt cops and a racist group intent on overthrowing the government, calling itself Aryan Supremacy, you can be sure it won't be long before the bullets start flying. It's a fast paced, exciting end to the author's trilogy with an ending that surprised me and tugged at my heartstrings. No spoilers from me though. Read it and weep, as the saying goes. Loved the book, and the series as a whole. 5 stars from a satisfied reader.

29 on Amazon wrote:

5.0 out of 5 stars Bentley does it again!
Reviewed in the United States on July 18, 2019
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Bentley does it again! Steve Regan returns to rid the UK and it's allies of many evils. Follow Steve along with a great cast of characters as they go head to head with bad guys masquerading as the good guys.

You'll be on an emotional rollercoaster, guaranteed, as Steve gets into his role and questions his job, his life, and even the world. Truly a deep book where the author makes the reader feel the story as if you were living it. Thank you Stephen Bentley for a great adventure!

I received a free ARC copy of this book and this is my honest review.







Book Cover: Dilemma
ISBN: 978-1723203404
Size: 5.00 x 8.00 in

When you are undercover, many want to kill you.


Sicilian Mafia, Thai Mafia, even the CIA, they all want you dead.

Join undercover cop Regan in this emotion-packed roller coaster of a thriller.

Steve Regan is back and this time he’s alone and undercover in a seedy area of Thailand on the trail of a Texan expatriate, Les Watkins, the biggest drug smuggler in South East Asia.

Using himself as the bait, Regan attempts to score a $50,000 deal with the Thai mafia to get closer to his target.

As he finds himself embroiled deeper into the operation, Regan suspects Watkins may be connected to Regan's nemesis, ruthless Mafia boss Carlo Vitale, who has fled the United States following a triple bombing and assassination of three crime family heads.

Besides staying alive, Regan has other problems when he suddenly finds himself facing the worst dilemma an undercover cop can face.

Dilemma is an edgy, suspenseful tale with twists and turns plus a sprinkle of romance.

Though Book 2 in the Steve Regan Undercover Cop series, it can be read as a standalone book.

If you are a Reacher or Tom Clancy fan, this book is for you.

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Reviews:Pat McDonald on Amazon wrote:

5.0 out of 5 stars Second book in the Steve Regan undercover cop series
Reviewed in the United Kingdom on 26 November 2018
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This is the second book in the Steve Regan undercover cop series which introduces a less conventional undercover cop operating in a big organised crime world. Regan is now working for a small exclusive band of handpicked operatives DOCS Destroy Organised Crime Syndicates and he finds himself in Thailand where the ‘elephant in the room’ might turn out to be Watkins who he was sent to do ‘business’ with; in the world of undercover you never know who are the good guys and who are the bad. I never give away an ending but this one was a pleasant surprise, I didn’t see that coming!
There is an easy authentic emphasis to Regan, why wouldn't there be when the author himself is an ex-undercover cop which gives it a realistic feel and believable dialogues. Once again the author’s characters are three dimensional making them credible. I love the way Regan challenges his own actions and the economically descriptive settings that make me feel I’m in there with him, not watching somewhere on a screen, it’s rich and atmospheric, you can feel the tension. Pleased to know that there is more to come from Stephen Bentley in this series; it would make a terrific crime action film.

Kindle Reader on Amazon wrote:

5.0 out of 5 stars Action-packed thriller makes for an exciting read!
Reviewed in the United States on January 29, 2019
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Steve Regan is undercover cop Steve Ryan in Thailand. Embedded as the farang manager of Lucky’s Bar. Trying to infiltrate with fifty thousand dollars of drug buy money, heroin, he meets face to face with his target, Les Watkins, a Texan, the number one drug smuggler in South East Asia in the early 1980’s.

Three bombs go off in three Italian restaurants frequented by local mafia, murdering the Mafia bosses in these American cities. Violent bombs that killed innocents, including a ten-year-old boy. Carlo Vitale, capo of the Miami Mafia, is now on the ‘most wanted’ list. He escapes to Thailand.

Steve and his Mama-san Fon face danger in this fast-paced thriller in Thailand. What will be their fate? Vitale’s? Watkins? This well-written action-packed thriller makes for an exciting read.






Who The F*ck Am I?

A Steve Regan Undercover Cop Thriller

Book Cover: Who The F*ck Am I?
Part of the Steve Regan Undercover Cop Thrillers series:
ISBN: 978-1976469374

Based on a true story and inspired by the author’s real-life undercover days and bestselling memoir, his debut crime fiction story brings to life Steve Regan, a laid-back badass undercover cop in the Steve Regan Undercover Cop trilogy.


The title of Book One in the series is a nod to identity confusion often experienced by cops who are deep undercover.

As Regan goes deep undercover, he starts to have problems separating reality from fiction. He works in a world of duplicity leading to the ultimate question: How does Regan know people are who they say they are?

Tempted by the riches of drug smuggling so he can help a loved one, Regan wonders whether he can go 'rogue' and cross the line.

Regan infiltrates a South American cartel headed up by a Miami-based Mob-connected drug lord. Becoming involved in a million-dollar cocaine deal escalates the dangers of working undercover.

On his return to the United Kingdom from Miami, Regan discovers a plot to kill a leading barrister. Is this linked to the Mob and drug cartel?

Faced with a race against time through London to prevent the barrister’s murder, Regan is confronted by more questions and threats to his life. Just how far will the Mob go to protect its interests? You will be shocked to discover the measures these gangsters will use to stay free and out of jail.

If you like hard-boiled crime fiction or are a Jack Reacher fan, this book is for you. Original-concept crime fiction about an undercover cop written by a former undercover cop!

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Reviews:Wolfie Jules on Amazon wrote:

5.0 out of 5 stars Ace
Reviewed in the United Kingdom on 18 January 2019
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Absolutely loved it, knowledge of all the worlds covered was apparent. Infused with the colloquial British humour.
One to recommend and re read in the future

Pat McDonald on Amazon wrote:

5.0 out of 5 stars Highly recommended read.
Reviewed in the United Kingdom on 19 July 2018
Format: Kindle Edition
I knew when I read the author’s first book Undercover: Operation Julie although non-fiction that he could make the transition to writing fiction; I was right. He has an ease of language that lends itself to storytelling; he tells it as if he was there in the plot and why shouldn’t he having been an undercover cop in the real world? Not that Steve Reagan is meant to be him, but having the experience means he can do whatever he wants with his fictional characters and they will always be believable. Wasn’t too sure about the title until I began to read it and hope it doesn’t put people off from reading this book. Thrown into an undercover world where the Legend (who you are meant to be) is created for you it’s only a matter of time before the one starts to interfere with the other and you ask that question.
There aren’t many crime authors who could write a scene where a big gangland mobster puts a hand to your head as if it were a gun and simulates a close contact assassination that is frighteningly real except someone who has been there and done that!
The book is three dimensional, it’s not merely a descriptive adventure into the shady world of the criminal, it’s multi-layered and analytical which is often missing from other crime author’s work. I was extremely impressed by the prose. His characterisation verges on exceptional as is their interaction with each other. Stephen Bentley is a real contender in the world of crime writing, I hope he sticks at it. I think he has a real gift and insight into the criminal mind which I would love him to explore. Pat McDonald British Crime author.

J. Muccelli on Amazon wrote:

5.0 out of 5 stars Read This Book!
Reviewed in the United States on April 7, 2020
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Awesome start to a great series based on the author's experiences as an undercover officer, very finely written, and I look forward to reading the next 2 books in the series, Oh! and I Love the name of this book...Well done Stephen! Recommended to all who love this genre.

E. Erin Smith on Amazon wrote:

4.0 out of 5 stars Interesting read
Reviewed in the United States on April 5, 2020
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Truly an interesting twist on undercover work. I was VERY surprised at all of the twists and surprises in this book. A good read for sure.







A Detective Matt Deal Thriller

Book Cover: Mercy
Part of the Detective Matt Deal Thrillers series:
  • Mercy
ISBN: 978-6219619004
Size: 8.00 x 5.50 in
Pages: 318

His daughter was taken. He’ll never get her back.

Set in the near future, Matt Deal is a British businessman married into a wealthy Florida family.

Mercy, his fifteen-year-old daughter, is the glue in his rocky marriage to Lorey. His life is changed forever after Mercy is brutally sexually assaulted on a Destin beach leaving her in a persistent vegetative state.

Trusting the local detectives to bring the rapists to justice, mixed martial arts expert Deal concentrates in vain on his Florida gym business, only to have his world further explode on learning the men responsible for his daughter’s injuries may escape justice. Deal is isolated and at his wit's end after his rich father-in-law sends death threats blaming him for all these ills.

Who can he turn to? Where can he go? What will he do? Who can he trust?

Will he return to a post-Brexit Britain or ultimately will he seek revenge?

Fans of Jack Reacher, Barry Eisler, and any vigilante justice novel will love this book.

*** Trigger Warning ***
Contains a scene of sexual violence and some scenes of explicit consensual adult sex.

Reviews:Caroline Walken on Amazon wrote:

5.0 out of 5 stars Hang on to your hat!
Reviewed in the United States on January 4, 2020
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Hang on to your hat...this thriller is not for the faint-hearted! Matt Deal is a hard-hitting, hot-blooded detective seeking peace and justice for his daughter, Mercy. His voyage takes him into dark places but, he emerges stronger and with a new hot side-kick, Wolfie Jules! The facts of the cases that he works are stellar, his romps with the ladies made this girl blush more than once! Stephen Bentley has created a crime fighter that will remind you of vintage detective mags! Bravo, Stephen Bentley!

Tina on Amazon wrote:

5.0 out of 5 stars 😀
Reviewed in the United Kingdom on 30 November 2019
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The opening scene is gruesome and very descriptive but relevant to the whole story and its character building and the very purpose of Matt Deal and his justice that he needs to serve!
Matt Deal just doesnt seem to catch a break whether it be his wife and his overbearing father in law who blames him for everything that has happened. But the truth will be revealed and Matt Deal will seek bloody revenge on all who has done himself and his daughter wrong. They say revenge is a dish best served cold......but for Matt Deal it is a dish best served with justice. Anyway he can get it!

Great book written well. Intense and an emotional rollercoaster. Read it in one sitting and i think that says enough about how i view this book. Big fat 5 stars 😀.

Jocelyn on Amazon wrote:

5.0 out of 5 stars Too Good!
Reviewed in the United States on March 16, 2020
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One of the most exciting books that I have read. Once I started, I couldn’t stop reading. The writing is crisp, and the action is nonstop. I am impatiently waiting for the ‘continuation’. Stephen Bentley, WRITE FASTER! I absolutely loved this book.

Dave T on Amazon wrote:

5.0 out of 5 stars Riveting
Reviewed in the United Kingdom on 25 March 2020
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Great page turner full of surprises, leaves you wanting to keep reading and not put down. Great believable characters that you really feel for.





Comfort Zone

A Standalone Suspense Thriller

Comfort Zone: A Standalone Suspense Thriller

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"What can possibly go wrong? It’s just a parlour game, right?”

As a working class, down to earth Northerner, Phil Mercer has spent many of his fourteen years as a barrister questioning why so-called university friends failed to help him establish a practice at London’s Criminal Bar.

Despite that and colleagues’ professional jealousy, he goes on to achieve success as a fearless defender of society’s less fortunate until his career is threatened by events triggered by something completely out of his control. Figuring his life and career are about to change forever, Mercer strives to find a way to right wrongs by inventing a new parlour game called ‘Comfort Zone.’

At a dinner party surrounded by friends and colleagues he insists they all play the game. He introduces it after dinner as a ‘storytelling game.’

Mercer further explains – “the easy choice is not an option at all. What terrifies you? What scares you shitless? Be brave. Be reckless. You are among friends. What can possibly go wrong? It’s just a parlour game, right?”

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Provisional Chapter One

Hunching down into my favourite navy-blue, woollen overcoat didn’t help. I could still feel the biting easterly cut right through me. The bright sunshine was deceptive. I shuddered thinking of the warm home I had left behind. The trouble was I had no idea for how much longer I could call it home. Not that it seemed like much of a home since my wife died but at least she insisted I got that old gas central heating boiler replaced with a new one. Just a shame Liz is not around to enjoy the warmth. Walking past the market’s food stalls, I could smell the roast pork sandwiches. The smell reminded me of the Sunday lunches we once enjoyed at home. I was alone with my thoughts on a bitterly cold November day in Hounslow of all places. There was a fuzzy noise in my head. I found it difficult to concentrate.


“White noise, I guess. That’s what  it is.” I said it aloud causing an old lady to stare at me as if I was crazy. Perhaps I am. Revenge … and murder were in my heart, mind, body and soul.

The noise invaded my head rendering logical thinking impossible. Looking down at my feet, the rest of me followed in robotic movements. Roaming around the open market,  I must look like a zombie with sunglasses. Fourteen years of practice at London’s Criminal Bar had taught me west London’s Hounslow Heath Car Boot market was a den of iniquity.  Most things, legal and illegal could be found here – at a price. Stolen goods, drugs, guns, pirated DVD’s, sex workers, contract killers and what I was searching for – a bomb maker. You just had to know where to look or who to ask without ending up in hospital, or worse.

My mind cleared for a while. I could hear the market sounds merging into one cacophony of Babel-like tongues rising then falling like a furious sea lashing a rocky shore. I was faintly aware of the immigrants’ yells and calls as they crashed through my mind’s white noise. The market was a magnet for London’s immigrants old and new. Somalis, and east Europeans counting as the new. Jamaicans, Pakistanis and Bangladeshis, the old.  The eastern Europeans were of interest to me. I had an inkling I needed a Russian. Not any Russian but preferably a former Spetsnaz or GRU agent. I say an ‘inkling’ because I knew I was going to kill and I knew who, but I didn’t know how, when or where – yet.

A voice startled me. “Mister Mercer, what brings you here?” It snapped me out of the fugue on hearing my name spoken in a Cockney dialect.

“Just looking, Dave.” I recognized Dave as one of my old clients I had defended at the Old Bailey some years back. It seemed like he was now selling smuggled cigarettes at the market, judging by the cartons on his stall table.

“I know this place like the back of me hand. So, fart and give me a clue and I might be able to point yer in the right direction.”

I chuckled at the colourful language and decided to seek help. “Russians. Do you know any or where they hang out?”

“Russian girls?”

“No, nothing like that. Just Russians.”

“Gotcha. You need an interpreter.”

I nodded.

“Try over there. The stall selling the golf clubs. Don’t buy the snide though. They do ‘ave some genuine but obviously they’re half-inched.”

I did a quick take on the rhyming slang of “half-inched” meaning pinched as in stolen before smiling. “Thanks, Dave. Golf clubs in winter?”

“Yeah. Crazy eh? Lots of golf nuts like to go to places like Portugal and Spain in winter, though.”

“Suppose … how’s the wife these days?”

“Fucked off. Good riddance but thanks for asking, Mister Mercer.”

“Sorry to hear that.”

“I’m not,” Dave laughed, “take care now, Mister Mercer. Those Russians are heavy. Don’t fuck with them. Wouldn’t want you to get killed or nuthin. You’re okay not like those posh boy barristers.”

“Thanks, Dave. I’ll take your advice.”

“Dave, one other thing.”

“What’s that, Mister Mercer?”

“I hope you’re staying away from railway tracks these days.”

“Haha! You remember.”

“How could I forget? You were banged up for a burglary to feed your habit. You told me how desperate you were to get clean as you tried to do away with yourself. I could not help piss myself when you told me how you laid down on the tracks waiting for the next train to come along. That’s when you delivered the punch line, ‘Trouble was, Mister Mercer,’ you said, ‘the railway porter looked down at me from the platform. He shrugged and said, ‘Mate, you’ve missed the last train.’”

We both laughed at the memory before Dave spoke again, “You’re alright, you know. As I said, better than those posh boys. They know fuck all about real people.”

Reminding myself it was partly the “posh boy barristers” that brought me to the market cleared my head. I started out for the stall pointed out by Dave, but not before I turned around to speak to him once more as I recalled my erstwhile client was one of the most agile burglars in London. That triggered something, an idea, in my mind.

“Dave, are you clean these days?”

“Been clean for years, governor.”

“Good. I may have something for you if you are interested. It’ll pay well.”


“Yes. Give me your mobile number.”

Dave scribbled it down, thrusting the scrap of paper in my outstretched palm.


Arriving at the stall, I saw rows of golf clubs in branded bags set out on display on a stepped table. A young woman who seemed to be a sales assistant smiled.  Encouraged, I removed my gloves and took one club out of a bag, then I felt a hand grasp my shoulder.

“You look? Timewaster or buy?” The voice was deeply accented and sounded Russian, but I was no linguistics expert. Turning to the voice, I was surprised to see a slight, even wiry, man about five feet ten inches tall with shoulder length hair. I had been expecting a larger, heavier, and shaven headed man to accompany the voice.

“I don’t know yet. I’d like to have a proper look.” I felt emasculated by this weak response. Looking around, I noticed the smiling young woman had gone. Drawing a deep breath, I soon added, “Look. Is there somewhere private we can talk? I have a business offer you may be interested in.”

The Russian did not answer. He turned towards a large, white VW Transporter van at the back of the stall and whistled loudly.  A larger, heavier, and shaven headed man hopped out of the van’s passenger door. He walked to me, grunting something in Russian. Sticking a gun into my back or what I thought was a gun, he prodded and pushed me inside the back of the van.

Pushing me on to an old torn armchair, the two Russians jumped into the back and locked the door from the inside. I watched the two  have a heated debate in their native language. I sat silent until the shaven-headed Russian spoke to me in clear but heavily accented English. “Who are you? What do you want?”

“I’m not Trading Standards looking for counterfeit goods nor am I a cop.” That was true but I didn’t volunteer the fact I was Military Intelligence and worked undercover before becoming a barrister.

“I didn’t ask you who you aren’t. I asked who you are.”

“I’m a barrister. I defend people accused of crimes.”

“I know what a barrister is. What brings you here?”

“I need help.”

“What kind of help?”

“I need to know how to make bombs?”

“You can do that by using Google.”

“Yes, but I need to know from an expert about different types of explosions.”

“You want to kill people by bomb?”

“No. I want to destroy buildings.”

“Not kill people?”

“Yes, but not by bomb.”

“Are you crazy?”


I probably am. I had no idea I wanted to destroy buildings rather than kill people by bombs until now. It was a voice somewhere inside me telling me to say that.

The Russians, looking at each other, shrugged, before my interrogator said, “You wait here.”

The bald Russian returned after five minutes. “Sergie,” he said to his compatriot, “go check the stall. Make sure that girl doing her job.” Now I was left alone with one Russian.

“Dave, the cigarette guy, vouched for you. Lucky for you.”

“I’m not a spy or a cop or anything else. I am who I say I am. I only need expert help. Nothing more.”

“What about materials?”

“Materials?” I echoed. What does he mean?

“How you going to blow something up without materials, explosives, detonators?”

I now felt stupid but also relieved. The Russian was taking all this seriously. “Yes, of course. How stupid of me?”

There followed a long silence discomforting me. The bald Russian scratched his chin, deep in thought.

“Five thousand plus materials,” the Russian said eventually.


“No, not okay yet. We meet next week. You tell me more. I can then instruct you and I will know what you need.”

“Materials, you mean?”


“Meet where?”

“I will get message to you.”


“Leave that to me.”


“One other thing, Philip Mercer, you mess around with us and you will die a horrible death.”

I just knew the Russian was talking about death by nerve agent. I shuddered inside.