THE BROADCLOTH MIDNIGHT By Tracy Cooper-Posey
Adelaide Becket Story 5.0
Historical Suspense Espionage Novelette
Lady Adelaide has had enough…
Lady Adelaide Azalea Margaret de Morville, Mrs. Hugh Becket, cannot sleep. After weeks of brooding about the severe drawbacks of her work for William Melville, spymaster, she travels through London at midnight to find Melville and tell him she will no longer work for him.
Instead, Adele finds herself in the company of Torin Slane, the Irish professor and Fenian, and Daniel Bannister, Baron Leighton, as they monitor the house of a possible German agent.
The company and conversation, and the events they witness in the house they are watching, prove illuminating for Adele and for Melville’s continuing search for a master German spy. This novelette is the fifth in the Adelaide Becket Edwardian espionage series.
The Adelaide Becket series.
1: The Requisite Courage
2: The Rosewater Debutante
3: The Unaccompanied Widow
4: The Lavender Semaphore
5: The Broadcloth Midnight
6: The Salinghall Error
…and more to come.
An Edwardian Suspense Espionage series
BARNES & NOBLE
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This was an enthralling character-driven story with the current spying assignment providing a background hum of tension. The delicious tingle of unease caused by events unfolding external to the four main characters also aligned with Adele's concerns for the lifestyle and relationship challenges of her life as a spy.
What fantastic insights Adele highlighted about the attitude of the men around her and the restrictions society placed on women in that era. Very thought provoking.
I'm absolutely loving the intelligent and complex character layers revealed by Adele as she experiences each new encounter in her life as a spy.
I appreciate the brief recap at the start of the book but also recommend that you start at book one of the series to fully enjoy getting to know Adele's evolution as a spy and the building characterisations of each additional personality working with Adele.
Our heroine has more than shown her worth, but she still feels invisible to both employer and fellow spies. Well, enough is enough and she decides to speak up, but as usual, things don't go exactly as planned. Her mind is set, meanwhile, she once again shows these "men" she's more than up to the task at hand. I love these short glimpses of a time when women just weren't expected to do the things they did. The author does a magnificent job of taking us to this time by giving us amazing details down to attitudes, clothes, even the ugliness of life and death among the life of the privileged. I highly recommend not only this short story but the series as well
This was an interesting book. I started with it. I now need to go back and read the others. As always, the characters are well developed and deep. The world building is outstanding. Another engaging series from this author.
The Broadcloth Midnight, Adelaide Becket--Story 5, by Tracy Cooper-Posey, is a novella, giving an inside look at Adelaide’s frustrations and interactions with her fellow spies. We now get a closer examination of Torin Slane, and why her affections remain with Daniel Hargrave Bannister II. I appreciate the way Cooper-Posey shows the angst of an intelligent woman in a time when such was not condoned. She doesn’t paint Adelaide with a modern brush, and allows her to be the complex character she is. Love this series and look forward to the next piece of the story.
I've come to love this little snippets on Adele's life. The plot and character's development is very interesting and clever,, I like where it's going so far. I'm very curious about Adele's late husband, I think it's gonna be a source of future surprises.
Always left me wanting for more, I just finished novella and can't wait for the next one!
When I first started reading this book, I wasn't sure which way it was going to go. However as per usual Tracy never fails to amaze me with her writing. This book was written just like her other espionage thrillers.
I love the fact that even her characters don't always seem to know everything until they finally figure it out for themselves.
I just love Lady Adele a woman well before her time, but willing to get stuck in to make England a safer place.
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EXCERPT FROM THE BROADCLOTH MIDNIGHT
COPYRIGHT © TRACY COOPER-POSEY 2021
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
A squeak of floorboards said her knock had been heard. A key turned, and the door opened. It wavered, half-open, as the floorboards squeaked.
Adele pushed the door fully open, stepped in, then closed and locked the door behind her, before she turned to examine the attic itself. Two windows, both at chest height—for her, at least—and extending nearly to the roof, shed slanted beams of moonlight onto the bare floorboards beneath.
Torin Slane stood to the left of the farthest window, out of the way of the moonlight. He held the precious pair of binocular glasses in his hands, while he watched through the window. There was no other light in the room except for the moonlight, which made his Black Irish skin appear to glow, while the thick black curls of his hair and his even blacker eyes absorbed all the light.
He glanced at Adele as she locked the door. “I was expecting Melville.” His tone was mild.
“And good evening to you, too.” She moved to the other window as she removed her coat. She hung the coat from a nail driven into the wall beside the window. Slane’s coat hung on a second nail.
Adele hung the homburg on the nail over her own coat and rubbed at her forehead, for the hat was slightly too large and the ribbon left an indentation on her forehead that itched when she removed the hat.
She smoothed out the broadcloth jacket and straightened her tie, tucking it back into the waistcoat. The trousers were too large about the waist, which made her waist look thicker than normal. That was a good thing in her estimation.
“You look fetching,” Slane said dryly. He raised the glasses to his eyes and studied the garden and the houses opposite this one, sweeping slowly along the length of the open area.
“Melville said we shouldn’t be spotted entering the house more than once or twice.” She tugged at the lapels of her jacket. “No one has seen someone like me enter the house before.”
“Mmm.” Slane’s grunt failed to tell her if he agreed with her, or was upset at her wearing men’s clothing. Or perhaps he simply didn’t care. Not that it would matter at bit, after tonight.