Blurb:
Samuel Black must make a decision: to be a spy like his
father or follow his heart.
Either is likely to give his mother chest pains.
For Samuel is no longer a lad with the ambitious and noble
wish of being a lamplighter to keep the seedy streets of London safe. About to embark on university, his mind stirs
with the thoughts of creating a policing force in London to safeguard its
citizens. Held back by his family’s
legacy as spies, Samuel does not make his ideas known.
But when he stops a would-be purse-snatcher, his path
unexpectedly veers into that of one Miss Penelope Paiget, and suddenly, Samuel
must make a choice.
The short stories in the Spy Series:
1.
To Be a Spy
2.
To Be a Duke
3.
To Be a Lady
The Spy Series short stories take place after the conclusion
of the Spy Series.
To Be a Spy is available at Amazon
US, Amazon UK, Barnes and Noble, iTunes, Google
Play, Kobo, and All Romance ebooks. Find it on Goodreads.
Excerpt:
London, 1822
It
happened on Marlborough Street a little past two o’clock two days before
Christmas.
Samuel
had just returned from Eton the day before as his Greek studies had compelled
him to stay longer than the rest of the students. It all sounded rather dull, but honestly, it
was quite thrilling as one of his tutors believed he had stumbled upon an
undiscovered Biblical text. The
ramifications could be enormous, and so when asked to assist him in analyzing
the text, Samuel had stayed on, of course.
It wasn’t as if he would miss the opportunity.
And
thus two days before Christmas, he found himself on Marlborough trying
desperately to find a present for Jane and Elizabeth. He wondered briefly if any other man of ten
and eighteen was stricken with not just one headstrong sister but two for whom
to shop, and if those sisters were raised by an equally headstrong mother. All three of them would not settle for the
customary ribbons or baubles or fabrics that other ladies would surely drool
over. If it were anything less than
divine, the Black women would not find it at all appealing.
Samuel
stared in one window after another hoping inspiration would strike. It was while waiting for inspiration that the
crime was committed.
He
was standing innocently enough outside of Rugbottom’s Books admiring a
particularly ornate illustration of Shakespeare’s sonnets when the commotion
began behind him. Having been raised in
less than ordinary circumstances, the time that lapsed between when the
commotion began and when Samuel noticed it was rather exaggerated. But commotions were quite common in the Black
family, and he thought nothing of it.
Until
Lady Delia Witherspoon screamed.
“He’s
stolen my reticule!”
Samuel
turned at this in time to see Lady Witherspoon pointing at a fleeing figure
clutching the offended reticule under his arm.
And
then Lady Witherspoon screamed again.
“That
man! He’s stolen my reticule!”
The
fleeing man charged at Samuel directly, as it was previously noted, Samuel
merely stood in the middle of the pavement staring into a window. He was obviously ripe for any interaction
with a passerby on the pavement, even should that passerby be a thief.
As
he watched the thief approach, Samuel’s mind took that opportunity to think on
matters. He wondered briefly if other
gentlemen stepped out of the way of fleeing criminals or if they advanced. He wondered if they cowered at the thought of
getting their waistcoat ruined. And then
he wondered what the wives of said gentlemen would think if their noble
husbands did not act to avenge the slight against a lady.
Samuel
thought none of that likely as the gentlemen of the ton that he had had the
pleasure of meeting were all sopping idiots.
The apprehension of criminals was not something that suited such
personalities.
And
then Samuel sighed.
He sighed
because he quite liked his waistcoat. It
was a fine cranberry color that went well with his breeches, and if he had
learned anything from his Uncle Alec, it was that a man who showed care for his
dress showed care in every aspect of his life.
And that was why Samuel was rather despondent to put his cranberry
waistcoat in danger.
About the Author:
In the second grade, Jessie began a story about a duck and a
lost ring. Two harrowing pages of wide
ruled notebook paper later, the ring was found.
And Jessie has been writing ever since.
Armed with the firm belief that women in the Regency era
could be truly awesome heroines, Jessie began telling their stories in her Spy
Series, a thrilling ride in historical espionage that showcases human faults
and triumphs and most importantly, love.
Jessie makes her home in the great state of New Hampshire
where she lives with her husband and two very opinionated Basset Hounds. For more, visit her website at
jessieclever.com.
