Half Jewish, half Irish Ralph Goldstein dreams of a better life. Trapped in a loveless marriage he soon realises his expert knowledge in explosives and gun-running could provide the life he craves …
Julie a hot-tempered young woman from Liverpool is determined to leave her catastrophic life behind her … her fight for survival and protection of her younger sister will stop at nothing … even murder …
When Julie and Ralph meet it could be the best thing that ever happened .. or the worst .. will hell have no mercy …
Apart they are ruthless .. Together they are merciless
The sound of gunshots filled the air, men firing aimlessly into the black night lit up only by the half moon. Two young women were running blindly across a potato field the size of a football pitch, when one stumbled and fell.
Julie was covered in mud and bleeding from the scratches of the bramble bushes used as fences around the fields to stop anyone from escaping; she looked down at the girl on the ground, crying and gasping for breath.
‘Get up, Frankie.’ Holding her side, Julie stood upright and threw her head back to fill her lungs with air. Her chest felt crushed and she could only speak in between breaths. Every part of her body ached, but fear and adrenalin were spurring her on.
‘I can’t, Julie,’ Frankie sobbed. ‘I’ve hurt my ankle and I can’t run anymore.’ Her tearful eyes looked up at Julie, pleadingly. ‘Let’s go back, I can’t take anymore.’ Sweating and crying and smeared with mud, Frankie had given up. They had miles to go yet.
‘Are you fucking crazy? This is our only chance. God only knows, they will kill us anyway. We can’t go back. Don’t you understand?’ Panting and breathless, Julie looked around the dark farmland. There was nothing to guide their way, only instinct. ‘Listen to me, Frankie. They are not going to let us get away with this. These bastards do not want troublemakers like us.’
Frankie lay face down in the mud, sobbing. ‘Like you, you mean.’ Turning her head, she looked accusingly at Julie, who stood over her, her eyes wild with fear. ‘Why did you do it, Julie? Don’t forget, this was all your idea.’
Guilt washed over Julie and she brushed away her own tears while listening to her sister’s recriminations. It was true. This was all her own doing, but now she was going to free them from those two months of torture.
She was determined that if she was going to die, it would be in her own bed as an old woman, not at the hands of some slave traffickers conning gullible people onto their farms to pick tomatoes and potatoes, robbing them of their passports and lacing the dregs of soup they called food with all kinds of drugs to turn them into mindless zombies, made to obey every command they were given out of fear and desperation.
This was not the holiday job in Spain she had hoped for. This was slave trafficking and she had fallen for it. All the promises she had been led to believe were true and the luxury coach the bosses had sent to pick everyone up had all been a smokescreen.
‘Get the fuck up, Frankie, or I will drag you. Ankle or no ankle, we have to keep going.’ Julie’s heart was pounding so much she could hear it like drums in her ears. Her chest hurt from lack of air and the pain in her side made her wince. Half bending over, she gulped in more air. Hearing a noise, she swiftly turned her head to look behind them. It was not just the gunfire and the smell of sulphur in the air; they had let the dogs out, those half-starved vicious dogs. Now they really were in trouble. Grabbing Frankie’s arm, Julie started to pull and drag her sister across the dirty field. They were both breathless. ‘We’ve stopped for a minute, Frankie, but that’s it now. We have to go, now!’
Thank you, Gillian Godden and Love Books Group
About the author
My name is Gillian Godden an Indie author and a full-time NHS Keyworker at a local inner-city medical centre in East Hull, East Yorkshire, England. My patients come from all sectors of society and no two days are ever the same. My duty of care is to my patients and during the recent pandemic, a lot of frightened and lonely people have relied upon us at the medical centre to offer guidance and support. This year is the 72nd anniversary of the NHS and we do everything we can to support outpatients when they need us.
When I come home I like to wind down and writing is my escape from the mental stresses of my day. My job is not a 9 to 5 job and I work to support my patients when they need me so my days can be long.
The medical team at the surgery work together to support all our patients during their time of worry and need.
On a more personal note, I grew up in a large family and am the youngest of 7 siblings. Over the years we have lost touch as life moves on. I lived in London for over 30 years and during this time I worked in various London stripper pubs and venues. I have a grown-up son who now lives and works in London as a haematology lab technician. He has been working on the COVID 19 testing and this has been a worrying time for us as a family.
Once he left for University 5 years ago I had more time on my hands I was encouraged to write a short story by a local library book competition. First prize was a P&O cruise and 2nd prize was £50, I lost to a pigeon fancier and an addicted crocheter.
My NHS colleagues supported my writing and encouraged me to continue to write, however being a little green and naive I went with a Vanity publisher, much to my cost. This experience did give me a platform to showcase my first book Francesca on Amazon and in the online book clubs. I was totally overwhelmed by the response and people messaged me via social media wanting to know more about the characters and how Tony Lambrianu grew up and became so successful in the London Gangland crime world.
To answer their questions I went backwards in time and wrote Dangerous games and Nasty business. These also were successfully received by my now increasing readership, so in order to complete the series, I wrote Dirty Dealings.
My readers are still interested in the characters throughout my books and asked for more information on the lives of Julie and Ralph Gold, so as I do everything I can to support my patients in my NHS job I wanted to do the same for my readers, so I am now writing Gold, the story of Julie and Ralph. Although this is standalone book readers who have read all my other books will soon be able to find out more about Julie and Ralphs life and how they met