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Zoë Archer - Sweet Revenge

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When Jack Dalton escapes from Dunmoor Prison, he has only one thing in mindfinding the nobleman who murdered his sister and making him pay. But when he reaches the inn where the Lord Rockley is rumored to be staying, three well-dressed strangers are there to meet him instead. And the pretty blonde is aiming a pistol right at his head Joining Nemesis, Unlimited has made Eva Warrick much more than the well-mannered lady she appears to beone who can shoot, fight, and outsmart any man in the quest to right the injustices so often suffered by the innocent. Shes not afraid of the burly escaped convict, but she is startled by their shared attraction. She and her partners need Jacks help to get to Rockley, but Eva finds she wants Jack for scandalous reasons all her own Review Prolific author Archer (the Hellraisers series) opens the Nemesis, Unlimited series, set in the grimy underbelly of 1886 London, with unforgettable characters whose connection sizzles. This bold mix of an unlikely romance, a gritty setting, and a page-turning thriller will leave readers craving more. (Starred Review!)

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To Zack for his unwavering strength and love ACKNOWLEDGMENTS Id like to thank - photo 1

To Zack, for his unwavering strength and love

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

Id like to thank my unbelievably awesome editor, Holly Blanck, who loves the world of Nemesis, Unlimited, as much as I do. Thanks also to my agent, Kevan Lyon, for her continued kickassery. Id also like to thank Danielle Fiorella for giving me such a gorgeous, pitch-perfect cover, and Elizabeth Wildman for her excellent copy. And last, but most assuredly not least, I want to thank the women of The Loop That Shall Not Be Named, because, in addition to being incredibly smart, funny, and filthy, they have been a source of sanity and fellowship in times when I have desperately needed both.

CHAPTER ONE

Yorkshire, England, 1886

Most prison escapes took months, sometimes years, of planning. Jack Dalton had one day.

He stood in the rock-breaking yard of Dunmoor Prison, hammer in hand, waiting for the warder to secure a shackle around his ankle, chaining him to the other convicts. Unrelenting afternoon sun beat down on him and the two dozen men. Squinting, Jack stared up at the sky.

Bloody perfect. The only sodding day its clear on the moors, and its the day I have to break out of this shithole.

It didnt matter if ten thousand suns shone in the sky. He had to get out today.

Lynch, the warder, moved from convict to convict, fastening iron bands around each mans ankle, and the band attached to a chain that stretched between the prisoners, who stood in two parallel rows. The chain rattled whenever someone moved. A scar encircled Jacks ankle, a thick ridge of skin he had developed after five years of hard labor. The first few months had been rough. The shackle had dug into his requisition striped worsted stockings, gouging into the flesh beneath until hed bled. The wound had gone putrid, a fever had burned through him, and he had almost lost not just the leg but his life. Yet Jack was a tough bastard. Always had been. Hatred kept a bloke tough. He lived, kept the leg, and got stronger.

Today he would need all of his strength. Impatience stung like hornets beneath his skin. Lynch was almost done with the first row of convicts. In another minute, the warder would start moving down Jacks line, and then the window of opportunity would slam shut. Already, Jacks gaze moved through the yard, looking toward the thirty-foot-high wall that kept the convicts of Dunmoor from the miles of rolling country, and the freedom that lay beyond.

D.3.7., eyes straight ahead!

Jacks gaze snapped back to a blank stare, retreating behind the false front of apathy. No one had called him by his name in over five years. Sometimes he forgot he had a name, just a letter and a number. Once, hed been Diamond Daltonnot because he favored diamonds. Hell, he had never owned a single diamond, and had seen a real one only a handful of times. No, they called him Diamond because hed been formed by crushing pressure into the hardest thing to walk the streets of London.

Only Edith had called him Jack. Sometimes, when she was feeling nostalgic for their childhood, she had called him Jackie.

Jackie, she had whispered, reaching up to him with a blood-spattered hand. Jackie, take me home. And then she had died.

Even after all this time, the memory scoured Jack. The burn of rage pulsed through him. He knew it better than his own heartbeat. It was more important than the beat of his heart, for anger remained the only thing that kept him alive. Anger, and the need for vengeance. He would have his revenge soon.

Lynch reached Jacks row. It had to be now.

Oi, Jack whispered to the convict standing next to him. Stokes!

The thick-jawed man flicked his gaze toward Jack, then straight ahead. Shut it, idiot! The punishment for talking could be the lash, or if the governor was feeling particularly brutal, time in the dark cell, deprived of light and all human interaction. Sometimes for weeks. Men went mad in the dark cell. God knows Jack almost did.

He didnt fear punishment now. The only thing that scared him was not making his escape in time.

You hear Mullens is getting out next week?

So what? I aint gettin out for eight months.

Jacks sentence had been much longer, thanks to the manipulation of the justice system. If he didnt try this breakout, he would be stuck in Dunmoor for thirty-seven more years. Making him seventy-three years old by the time he tottered out the front gateif he survived that long.

He would likely die today. So long as he took care of his business beforehand, he didnt much care about dying afterward. It wasnt as though his life merited clinging to.

I heard Jack glanced quickly at Mullens, who stood in the row in front of them, and then at Lynch, moving closer. When he gets out, hes going straight to your mollisher.

Stokes frowned at the mention of his woman. Lizzie? But he aint even met her.

Jack shrugged. Maybe he heard you talking about her so nice, he had to see for himself. Said hed give it to her right good. And shed want it, too, not having a man around all this time. He clapped his mouth shut as Lynch approached.

The warder glowered at Jack. Better not be talking, D.3.7. The governor got a new flogging pillory, and hes keen to try it. Lynchs eyes gleamed with eagerness.

No, sir.

Whats that? Lynch leaned closer. Sounded like talking.

Jack shook his head, hating the bastard. Some of the warders were decent enough, just trying to do a job for rubbish pay, but other screws, like Lynch, enjoyed their power and spent their time thinking up new ways to bully and harass the prisoners. Lynch particularly liked making up perceived infractions.

With a smirk, Lynch bent down and secured the shackle around Jacks ankle. Damn it. Hed been hoping to goad Stokes enough before the shackle was clapped on, but Lynch had put an end to that plan.

It took everything Jack had not to smash his sledgehammer down onto Lynchs head, knocking off the warders blue shako hat and spilling his brains all over the rock-breaking yard.

Stay fixed on your goal, Dalton. Killing Lynch might be satisfying, but it also meant hed be taken down by the other warders, locked in the dark cell for months, and then dragged out only to be hanged.

So he let Lynch finish fastening the shackle and move on, keeping the bastard warders brains inside his skull.

Next week, Jack hissed at Stokes. Mullens goes for Lizzie.

Stokes wasnt known for having a long fuse. He exploded like a burning arsenal at the smallest hint of provocation.

Ill beat your damned face in, Stokes snarled. The convict broke rank, lunging for Mullens. Everyone in the row stumbled forward, pulled by the connecting chain.

Startled, Mullens barely had time to turn around before Stokes tackled him. Convicts fell, shouting out in anger and confusion. Others cheered Stokes on as he rained punches down on Mullens. More yelling filled the yard as warders came running. Chaos filled the enclosure, a blur of the dark blue warders uniforms and the pale, coarse uniforms of the convicts. Fists were thrown. Some of the warders had clubs, beating down the prisoners whether they fought or no. Jack grunted when he caught the back of a club across his shoulder, but he didnt fall.

Bedlam, everywhere.

Now.

Hefting his hammer, Jack brought it down hard onto the chain binding him to the other convicts. The thick links shuddered, but stayed intact. He slammed the hammer down again, and again. The vibrations carried all the way up into his leg, jarring him until his teeth rattled. The weight of the hammer felt like nothing. Hed been swinging it for five years. When he had been tried and convicted of attempted murder, hed already been strong. Now, years of hard labor had transformed him, and the heavy hammer felt like a birds hollow bone.

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