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Rivals by Sam Michaels

Genre: Historical Thriller
Source: Aria Fiction
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About The Book

The streets of Battersea are about to get a new leader, one who will rule with an iron fist.
It’s the 1930s and Georgina Garrett has risen up from her tough beginnings to become the new boss of the Battersea gang. But not everyone is pleased with a female taking charge…
With rival gangs trying to steal her turf, untrustworthy men in her midst and her dad lost deep in the bottle, Georgina has a lot to tackle. With her friends and family in constant danger and those closest to her questioning her leadership Georgina must use her wits to show that she’s made for this job.
The Garrett name is one to be feared and Georgina will begin to change the face of Battersea forever…


Sounds interesting? Enjoy this little extract of the book…

Georgina left her gran to doze in the chair next to the fire and went to her bedroom to think clearly. Now she had the backing of Molly, Jane and Fanny, she could make her move, but she had to do it correctly. There’d be no room for error as even the smallest mistakes could cost lives. She was under no illusion as to what she was about to embark on, though she’d played it down to her gran. Mickey the Matchstick wouldn’t roll over quietly. He’d fight, kill if he had to, but Georgina was prepared to hit back harder.
She walked over to the window and stared out at the white film of snow covering the backyard. It was strange, but the snow never settled over the spot next to the coal bunker where her gran had buried a barrel with her dead husband inside it. She was still shocked at discovering that, after a fierce argument, Dulcie had caved Percy’s head in with a pan and then concealed his body. Georgina had grown up never knowing that her window overlooked his unmarked grave. She didn’t like the thought of it, but if things didn’t go as planned with Mickey the Matchstick, Percy’s corpse may end up with some company.

Georgina turned away from the window at the sound of her dad piling through the front door. She could tell by the commotion that he was plastered again. It wasn’t unusual these days. The man had been drunk since the day Billy Wilcox had organised for her to be viciously attacked. At the time, they’d thought she wouldn’t pull through, but she had, albeit with a few scars and a couple of teeth missing from the back of her mouth. Georgina was well healed now, but her father’s drinking had spiralled out of control. Her one hope was Lash. He’d told her he’d lock her dad in one of the caravans until his body was free from the alcohol. It sounded cruel, but Jack needed it and Georgina knew it would be the only way to save him from drinking himself to death.
The thought of Lash brought an uncontrollable smile to her face. She missed him more than she thought she would and, though she kept it to herself, she couldn’t wait for him to return. Her bare-knuckle fighter, the brawny gypsy who’d unexpectedly won her heart and promised to take her as his wife. Her stomach flipped and her groin clenched. She remembered his touch, so gentle yet firm, stroking her skin as she tingled in response. His kiss, his lips full and soft, caressing her own and teasing her mouth open with his tongue. His masculine scent, of pine needles and tobacco, of hard graft, and his rippling muscles, broad shoulders and strong arms. She’d felt safe there in his embrace.
It would be weeks, maybe months before Lash would be back in Battersea, and in the meantime, she had business to do. It wasn’t easy, but Georgina dismissed all thoughts of him and focused on the task at hand–Knuckles.
Jane said she’d arrange a meeting with the giant of a man. It was the first step and Georgina had to ensure she gained his trust. She couldn’t risk Knuckles double bluffing her and running back to Mickey with valuable information that would put them all at risk. It wasn’t as if they could offer Knuckles money and pay him for his loyalty. They didn’t have much between them, and all the paperwork for the Wilcox assets were in Billy’s office, even for the house in Clapham. Jane had never mentioned the house and Molly refused to move back into it, not that Georgina could blame her. It held nothing but bad memories and Billy’s blood still stained the sofas.

Anyway, Georgina doubted it would still be empty. She assumed Mickey was probably running a brothel or a gambling den from it now.
With little available cash, Georgina wasn’t sure how she’d be able to persuade Knuckles to jump Mickey’s ship and join forces with her, but one way or another, she had to do it. And if her powers of persuasion failed, she had one last option, she thought, and patted the small handgun in her pocket.


About The Author

Sam Michaels lives in Spain with her family and plethora of animals. Having been writing for years Trickster is her debut novel.

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