Today I am taking part in the blog tour and sharing an extract for Number 10 by C.J. Daugherty. This was released on the 3rd of November, published by Moonflower publishing.
Number 10 by C.J. Daugherty
Release Date: 3rd of November
Print Length: 291 pages
Publisher: Moonflower Publishing
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Eight months ago, Gray Langtry’s mother became prime minister… now someone wants her dead
Gray’s life has been in turmoil ever since her mother was chosen to lead the country. First, they had to leave their home and move into the prime minister’s official residence at Number 10 Downing Street. Now, everywhere she goes, she must be accompanied by bodyguards. Worst of all, the media won’t leave her alone — she’s in every tabloid, and her behaviour, her appearance, the length of her skirts… everything is judged. The scars from her parents’ divorce and her mother’s abrupt remarriage are still raw. She doesn’t like her stepfather. She doesn’t like this life.
When she’s photographed drunk outside a London nightclub, it makes headlines. Gray is grounded and given new bodyguards – younger, cooler, and harder to fool than the last batch. It’s Julia, the new bodyguard, who tells her that a new terrorist organisation issued a threat, and the threat is credible. They say they’re going to kill her mother and Gray. When Gray tries to find out more though, no one will tell her. One of the few people who understands what’s happening is Jake McIntyre — the son of her mother’s political enemy. But can she trust him?
Late one night, while sneaking through dark government halls, she overhears a terrifying conversation. The situation is much worse than even her mother’s security team suspects. But will anyone believe the prime minister’s wild child daughter? Afraid for herself, her mother, and her country, Gray is determined to find proof. But she must move fast.
The clock is ticking.
Clutching each other’s hands, the two girls ran into the darkness.
Gray was still blinded by the flashes – through the spots swimming in front of her eyes, she saw four burly men clutching cameras. They stretched across the pavement, shoulder-to shoulder, a human roadblock.
They were laughing, firing off shots like bullets. Using her elbows, she slammed between them, pulling Chloe with her. It was like pushing past boulders.
The men kept laughing, but they gave way, letting the girls through. Heads down, hands covering their faces, the two of them raced down the street, their heels. Behind them, Gray could hear the heavy thud of the men’s footsteps as they followed, cameras flashing like tiny bomb blasts.
‘Come on, Gray!’ one of them shouted. ‘Give us a smile.’
Neither of the girls was smiling. Even in heels, they were faster than out-of-shape, middle-aged photographers and, gradually, the voices faded in the distance. The men were still laughing as they dropped behind.
‘It doesn’t matter,’ one of them taunted.
‘We got what we need.’ Finally, the noise of the city rose around them and Gray couldn’t hear them anymore. She kept running, hurtling down Park Lane, its trendy hotels and restaurants blurring at the side of her vision, until Chloe tripped on an uneven paving stone and fell to one knee, her hand slipping free of Gray’s.
‘Chloe!’ Gray spun around, breathless and scared. ‘Are you Ok?’
Chloe didn’t answer. She stayed on her hands and knees, their jackets pooled around her. Gray knelt beside her. ‘Are you hurt?’
‘I’m fine.’ When Chloe looked up, though, her cheeks were damp. Eyeliner was smudged under her eyes. She looked scared.
Chloe held out her hand. ‘Help me up.’
Gray pulled her to her feet with too much force and the two of them stumbled, clutching each other. A well-dressed couple walking by stared at them with open disapproval. Feeling raw and exposed, Gray turned her face away. She should have expected all of this. Bijou – popular with young royals and television celebrities – was often in the tabloids. Besides, this wasn’t the first time Gray had been targeted by the paparazzi. Things had been pretty bad right after the election. Back then, photographers showed up everywhere – outside her school, at the coffeeshop where the kids from her school went after class.
After a tabloid posted a picture of her walking into school with the headline, ‘PM’s Teen Rocks Uber Short Skirt’ her mother had filed a formal press complaint.
There’d been tense meetings with newspaper publishers and, for a while, they’d backed off. She’d believed the worst was over. She’d let her guard down.
Let her mother down.
The alcohol buzz had completely evaporated now. Gray felt clear-headed, tired and bone cold. Scooping her jacket off the pavement, she handed Chloe hers.
‘We have to get going,’ she said. ‘They might follow us.’
‘We can’t run in these heels.’ Chloe’s teeth chattered and she pulled the jacket tightly across her chest. ‘We need a cab or something.’
But there were no free cabs. It was midnight on a Thursday night. All the central London pubs were emptying. Gray couldn’t stand on a street corner a few blocks from Bijou waiting for the photographers to find them while she tried to flag down a cab.
A block away, a red, double-decker bus rumbled up to a stop. The interior looked safe. And warm. She made an instant decision.
‘Let’s get on that bus,’ she said, pointing. ‘Then we’ll figure it out.’
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Let’s Get to Know C.J. Daugherty
C.J. Daugherty was 22 when she saw her first dead body. Although she’s now left the world of crime reporting she has never lost her fascination with what it is that drives some people to do awful things as well as the kind of people who will try to stop them. While working as a civil servant she visited No. 10 Downing Street and saw people disappearing into a small door with her own eyes – this became the inspiration for the novel Number 10.
A former crime reporter and accidental civil servant, C.J. Daugherty began writing the Night School series while working as a communications consultant for the Home Office. The young adult series was published by Little Brown and went on to sell over a million and a half copies worldwide. A web series inspired by the books clocked up well over a million views. In 2020, the books were optioned for television. She later wrote The Echo Killing series, published by St Martin’s Press, and co-wrote the fantasy series, The Secret Fire, with French author Carina Rosenfeld.
While working as a civil servant, she had meetings at Number 10 Downing Street, and saw people disappearing through a small door leading to a staircase heading below ground level. This visit became the inspiration for Number 10. FYI: She still doesn’t know if there are tunnels below Number 10. But she hopes there are.
Her books have been translated into 25 languages and been bestsellers in multiple countries. She lives with her husband, the BAFTA nominated filmmaker, Jack Jewers.
Stay up to date with C.J. Daugherty’s work by visiting her website and following her on these social media accounts.