FEARLESS PAPERBACK LAUNCH – SEPTEMBER 6TH 2018
Out now in Hardcover, Kindle and Audio
Two women, one man.
They play dirty, they play to win.
Spanning thirty years and plunging from America’s Deep South to the bustling heart of New York and the grimy underbelly of London’s gangland, this is a story of lust, love, violence and betrayal and true grit. Only the very strong will survive and they will have to be FEARLESS to do that.
THE CHARACTERS OF JESSIE KEANE
Profession: You name it. Madam, club owner, gangster’s moll, mother, Mafia queen. In one word – trouble.
Annie Carter nee Bailey was born in East London within the sound of Bow bells. Her mother was a drunk, her father a waster who took off when she was little, leaving Annie and her sister Ruthie to cope with their mother’s alcoholism on their own.
Ruthie was always the good sister, Annie the bad. Annie lusted after dashing London gang lord Max Carter; Ruthie was dazzled by him and lured into a convenient marriage. After that, things got a whole lot more complex for all three of them…
Annie likes: being in charge, living the glamorous high life, and Max.
She dislikes: being told what to do, being poor, and booze.
Profession: wide boy, gangster, club owner and all round scary sexy bastard.
Max Carter was born a Cockney and grew up rough with his brothers Jonjo and Eddie. His father was a no-mark, his mother over-indulgent of her boys. In tough East End schools Max got his gang together and then went on to rule the streets with them. He bought out night clubs, billiard halls and boxing establishments and started making his fortune early on.
When he met quiet, demure Ruthie Bailey, he saw ideal wife material in her. Then he met her sister Annie – headstrong, bolshy, always up for a fight – and realised he’d married the wrong sister, and there was going to be hell to pay over it.
Max’s likes: being in charge, cigars, shooting, and Annie.
His dislikes: being told what to do, drunks, and having fought free of his poor background, he NEVER wants to go back there.
I was born in the back of a traditional gypsy barrel topped caravan which was parked up in my parents’ back garden. Grand – my Mum’s mother – was Romany but had settled down and now lived with my parents almost like a regular gorgi or house-dweller, although she refused to give up her van and only came indoors to use the facilities. Grand insisted I be born in the van like a proper Romany, and not in the house.