No Quarter: Dominium - Volume 2: No Quarter: Dominium, #2

By MJL Evans and GM O'Connor

Released for the the first time with illustrations!

 

Volume 2 of 6 begins with the Whigs invading Port Royal. They are escorted by Captain Longstaff "Big Dick", who soon encounters the very seductive Violante Hayze. Atia and Capitaine la Roche remain at Cherry Red's brothel. Plans are made to poison enemies and soon a strange outbreak of "scarlet fever" occurs, stalling the local fayre that drives the city's money flow.

 

Series Description:

Ye All Are Warned – be gone if you abhor sex, foul language, crude humor, and beaky parrots.

1689 Port Royal, Jamaica. Atia Crisp and her sister Livia are shipwrecked and sold into slavery. They are separated and Atia is used as a pawn in a deadly card game at the Swiftsure Tavern until she is liberated by sugar merchant Capitaine la Roche. They take refuge at Cherry Red's Boutique (brothel) and meet up with allies including the medication loving Dr. Strangewayes. 

Capitaine la Roche (also known as the pirate, Gator Gar), has a past stained with blood and grief. La Roche works with a network of friends and allies including local strumpet, Cherry Banks, Theodore Binge the card shark and the kindly, Dr. Strangewayes. Soon after Atia and la Roche are ushered away to safety after a mysterious outbreak of scarlet fever wreaks havoc on the city. 

Within the luxuriant tropical confines of Dr. Strangewayes's plantation at the foothills of the Blue Mountains, bonds of friendship are formed and the fierce love between Atia and Capitaine la Roche becomes absolute. 

However, nowhere is safe as spies seek out both Atia and la Roche for the bounties on their heads. 

Neither of them can escape the shadows of their former lives. Their journey leads them to an inevitable conflict that threatens their world, but inches them closer towards freedom.

• Language: English
• Publisher: MJL Evans
• Release date: Mar 10, 2015
• ISBN: 9780994022318

MJL Evans

MJL Evans is an Indie Author/Publisher and co-author of the 6-part series, No Quarter: Dominium. Future endeavours include co-authoring the books No Quarter: WENCH and No Quarter: The Dirge. She also hopes to have her books translated in various languages including French.MJL Evans is also a writer of romance and relationship articles featured in publications like Monday Magazine in November 2004 and again in February 2006, she writes fiction, historical fiction, erotica and humour. Published in the November 2014 issue of Flash Fiction Magazine, Red Dragon is vibrant piece of micro-fiction that delves into Victoria BC in the 1860s, when it was the opium capital of the New World.A native of Victoria, British Columbia, MJL Evans studied English at Victoria School of Writing and Camosun College. Not only is she passionate about her written expression, she is enthusiastic about her visual art masterpieces she has created over the past 20 years and has over 60 paintings to her credit. MJL Evans is also a lover of film, independent, foreign, and cult. Her favorites include: Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, Nymphomaniac, Secret Window, The Brood, Le Pacte des loups, Mesrine: L'Instinct De Mort and many others.

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No Quarter - Dominium

Volume 2

By MJL Evans and GM O’Connor

NO QUARTER SERIES COPYRIGHT @ 2014

No Quarter: Dominium COPYRIGHT @ 2015 MJL Evans and GM O’Connor

ISBN: 978-0-9940223-1-8

Artwork: GM O’Connor

E-Book Production: MJL Evans

All rights are reserved to the authors. No part of this ebook may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

About the Authors

MJL EVANS wanted to be a writer since she was ten years old and in 2014, she finally got her act together and pursued her dream. She is the author of No Quarter: Dominium and No Quarter: Wenches. A huge fan of Monty Python, Red Dwarf, and other BBC shows, her time is devoted to acrylic, oil and watercolor painting, catering to her two senior cats and of course, writing.

You can connect with MJL Evans on Twitter at @artistmjlevans or [e-mail]

GM O’CONNOR is a huge movie fan, writer and visual artist. A lover of sci-fi and history, half his brain lives in the 17th century while the other half sails perpetually through space. He is the author of No Quarter: Dominium and No Quarter: Wenches. He hopes to one day bring the No Quarter Series to film and/or graphic novel format.

You can connect with GM O’Connor on Twitter at @gm_oconnor or [e-mail]

CHAPTER ONE

The Whig Invasion

TORCHES LIT UP the streets and alleys near Fort James in Port Royal’s inner harbor. The mob searching for Gator Gar – the elusive pirate who, until recently, had been thought long dead, had been disbanded by the city guards. All that remained were curious spectators gathered around King’s Ground – the common area before the King’s warehouses. Red Royals under the order of Captain Richard Longstaff set up a perimeter around the buildings.

A new Whig government has arrived. Governor Dewar and Lord Llewellyn are to be arrested for treason forthwith! the town crier said.

Longstaff stood at the main entrance to the King’s Ground contemplating which brothel he’d visit. Rumor was that all the beautiful strumpets had been killed in the five years since he’d last been here. Cherry Banks still remained, however. She’d have a couple of pretty ones for sure.

Piper’s aide Sydrack Taliare and two assistants dragged out a wooden podium to create a makeshift stage.

These Whigs love their pomp and circumstance. Longstaff remained silent. The corner of his mouth twitched. Admiral Goddam stood nearby, ready to pounce on anyone suspicious. The old boy will retire soon and his job’s mine.

Piper’s aide approached with a case of documents.

Ah, Trainor, what kept you?

It’s Taliare, sir. Just a bit seasick is all. He took out a journal.

What time have you got, Harry? Piper turned to Mold.

Mold glanced at his pocket watch and rolled his eyes. I’m still on London time, sir. He checked the mechanical clock housed in a small wooden structure overlooking the grounds. Quarter past eleven of the clock, sir.

Note the date and time. Piper raised his walking stick and addressed the crowd. I am Acting Lieutenant Governor Peter Piper. By order of Governor Spotswood of the Leeward Islands, I hereby claim custody of Port Royal in the name of King William.

Which king’s that, then? a bystander called out.

In the name of King William. Piper’s face twisted. Port Royal belongs to the Orange Party.

Ain’t that a fruit? a spectator heckled.

Whigs over Port Royal! Mold shouted.

I liked the other one better, a man grumbled.

An elusive smirk formed on Longstaff’s lips. Frankly, he didn’t care who ran the city. Everyone would eventually contract syphilis anyhow. He’d made a bet with Fishhook that this government wouldn’t last two months before being eaten alive. They weren’t the least bit prepared for how things were run in Port Royal.

Piper addressed Longstaff, Continue the search for Lords Dewar and Llewellyn, Captain. We’ll take charge here.

Aye, sir. Longstaff returned to his carriage where Lieutenant Lance Thorne stood waiting. Thorne, what a prick! Family wealth got him where he is. He never commanded a ship in his life and certainly doesn’t command any respect in the ranks. Leave two squads here, Longstaff said. The rest come with me. Move in and take the city.

Aye, sir. Thorne rallied a team of Red Royals.

Longstaff’s carriage sped off into the city.

Behind the courthouse stood a small building of stone and wood. Heavy metal brackets gripped the torches illuminating the city’s hall of records. Slasher Al and Dogfish led six men with lanterns and stormed the front entrance.

Al leaned on his musket as a walking stick while his parrot, Lash clung to his shoulder. His stitched leg dragged behind. Watch what yer doing! he barked when his men practically squished him through the door.

They were met by a night guard, who trembled at their approach. What do ya want?

Slasher Al aimed his pistol and squeezed the trigger. Yer silence, assured. He cracked his neck and limped forward to get closer look at the blood dripping down the guard’s forehead. Not me best work, but it’ll do. That’s eight shots without a miss. Mark it up.

Dogfish nodded. Yeah, yeah. I’ll mark it when we get to the ship.

Al motioned to his men and snarled. Search every shelf. Just do it alphabetical. Search ‘A’ first for the name Albemarle.

Take anything with the word Ablemayer. Do it ala-betical, Dogfish said.

Thanks, tuna head. And don’t repeat my orders, we’re not on board!

The men scoured the room.

What do ya want ’em for?

It means us having the records is a binding contract that Coggshall can never break. Al sneered at Dogfish. Coggshall worked for two of the last governors, Modyford and Molesworth. They two ran an indentured servant business with the late Duke of Albemarle along with Molesworth’s advisors Dorcas Dewar and Larry Llewellyn. Get it?

Aye. Dogfish nodded blankly.

These records are worth more than gold. Al clenched his fist. These records are real power.

Like, magic powers? Dogfish revealed his pointy teeth.

Nay, ya fucking idiot! They be the only documents tying them all together. Al eyed his men. Search every corner.

The whole thing was reminiscent of the last time the government of Port Royal fell. Pirates and slavers weren’t getting along, yet most of them had a hand in both trades. Coggshall and Crisp used their contacts in Africa to bring in huge shipments of slaves at rock bottom prices. They ran Modyford and Molesworth’s