Date Published: July 15
Publisher: Acorn Publishing
It’s 1985. Lady Laura Lacy of Britewood is beautiful and graceful, a celebrity in her own right. She is cousin to Her Majesty The Queen, and her father is the well-respected Earl of Britewood, honorary commander of the Army’s elite reserve special forces unit. Laura seemingly has it all. She should be happy.
However, due to unspeakable acts committed against her as a child, she’s developed a blood lust for revenge. Secretly trained by her father’s regiment in the arts of war, Laura begins to target men who prey on the innocent and helpless. As her skills sharpen, Laura becomes a formidable force against evil.
That’s when she uncovers a transatlantic child trafficking ring led by an elite group within British society. With the help of commanding officer and police inspector Billy Smythe, her mysterious family attorney Arthur Mosely, and an unorthodox group of American allies, Laura sets out on a vengeance-fueled quest to stop them. She is determined to save as many innocents as she can.
It’s a mission that will put her very life and sanity at stake, making her question everything she’s ever believed in. But to make things right, Beauty must become the Beast.
Friday, November 22, 1985
Leeds Central Train Station
It was late in the afternoon, four-zero-eight to be exact. Leeds Central Train Station was a hub of activity. Commuters rushed on and off carriages, shoving others in the process. Loudspeakers chimed and calmly announced arrival and departure times. The odour of fumes, the chugging of engines—a cacophony of sounds and smells crowded the senses. The excitement of the weekend filled the air.
She carefully stepped off the train onto the platform. She wasn’t used to the cheap, shiny, black, knee-high boots she’d chosen for the evening. She hurried with the crowd to the exit of the station, tugging on her clothes as she walked. Nothing she wore was comfortable. Her black fishnet stockings chafed the skin behind her knees, and her tight black-leather miniskirt prevented her legs from walking with her regular stride.
The sun was about to set, and as she stepped outside into the frigid air, she realized that the white, torn T-shirt—covered by the blue Levi’s denim jacket she was wearing—was a poor choice. Her only saving grace from the cold was the heavy blonde wig that she’d purchased, like everything else she was wearing, from everyone’s favourite thrift shop, Oxfam. She pulled her jacket closed and held it together with her right hand, as she slung the grotesque, pink worn handbag over her left shoulder. She rolled her shoulders forwards and shivered, pulled the large, circular sunglasses from her face, and stuffed them into her bag. Hopefully no one would recognize her; after all, she was famous for her thick, dark eyebrows and exquisite, sapphire eyes. She hoped that the heavy purple eye shadow and exaggerated pink blush would do the trick.
She rushed to the nearest taxi and slammed the door as she slid into the back seat. “Drop me at the Northern School of Contemporary Dance, love,” she said, hoping her thick Yorkshire accent would be accepted as legitimate.
“Not a chance, darling,” the driver replied, shaking his head slowly as he looked back at her. She held out a crisp twenty-pound note. He snatched it from her without a second thought. “It’s your funeral, love!” he said.
About the Author
Domnic “DJames” McGee was born in Leeds, West Yorkshire. A sickly child, he was raised in a council estate to a single mother. At school, he was a poor student and failed dismally.
He developed a passion for martial arts, so in his teens, he moved to Ireland where he trained full-time while working in menial jobs to survive.
A chance encounter then gave him the opportunity to work as an Executive Protection Agent for some of the most influential figures in European society.
He came to the US in 2001 to further his studies of martial arts. He decided to stay and earned his citizenship by serving in an Army infantry unit and later with a reserve Military Police unit.
He currently lives in Huntington Beach, where he works as an Executive Protection Agent and trains and writes as much as he can.
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