THE SALINGHALL ERROR By Tracy Cooper-Posey
Adelaide Becket Story 6.0
Historical Suspense Espionage Novelette
Lady Adelaide closes in on the German spymaster called the Doctor…
Lady Adelaide Azalea Margaret de Morville, Mrs. Hugh Becket, leads an operation to recruit a potential double agent with a connection to the Doctor, with Torin Slane, the Irish professor and Fenian, and Daniel Bannister, Baron Leighton, to assist her. All three work under the cover of the traditional Salinghall Christmas Eve Ball, which Adele’s family has attended every year for decades.
But returning home for Christmas, after eloping with a commoner many years ago, comes with complications, including her judgemental and difficult father and her trouble-prone sisters.
Only, the real trouble comes from a completely unexpected direction, putting Adele on a collision course with the Doctor himself…
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
Submit your review
| Bookmark on Bookbub | Bookmark on Goodreads |
All prices are in USD
Electronic book, compatible with all reading devices. Book can be read on all devices and apps. [More info]
ePub or Mobi format files provided.
You will receive an email from BookFunnel with the download links once your transaction has been processed. (For pre-orders, the download link will be emailed to you on the release date.)
BookFunnel will assist with any download issues. Click the Need Help? link at the top right of the download page.
You may also like…
EXCERPT FROM THE SALINGHALL ERROR
COPYRIGHT © TRACY COOPER-POSEY 2021
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Adelaide moved over to the fourth door and stepped into the small, private drawing room beyond.
The naval officer in full dress uniform had been marching across the width of the room between two French sofas and the fireplace and back. He came to a halt on the carpet between the sofas, and turned to her. “I’m afraid this room is spoken for, miss.”
“It is ‘my Lady’, and I am the one you are waiting for,” Adele told him, sailing across the Turkish rug toward him.
Captain Gerald Wirth was an Englishman and a superior army officer. His father had been born in Germany, arrived in England as a child and had died when Captain Wirth was fifteen. Wirth had acquired an officer’s commission in Royal Navy and was now one of His Majesty’s most able officers. He was also one of the ton’s most eligible bachelors, and had been greatly in demand this season just past.
His gaze moved from Adele’s hems to her tiara and returned to her face. “I’m afraid you’ve made a mistake, my Lady. I am waiting for someone—a piece of business, not an assignation, I assure you.”
Adele drew her train in behind her and held out her hand. “Do you have the letter? May I see it?”
Wirth’s very blue eyes widened at the mention of a letter. His full lips parted.
Adele curled her fingers in a come-hither gesture. “The letter, Captain. It would be best not to be found pouring over documents if someone else attempt to enter the room.”
Wirth’s cheeks, beneath the high cheekbones, flushed red. “I am to deal with you?”
“If you wish this matter to be taken out of your hands, as you assured Mr. Haldane you did, then you most assuredly will deal with me.” Mr. Richard Haldane was the Secretary of State for War.
As Wirth’s face grew an even darker shade of red, Adele put some snap into her voice. “Come, come, the letter. Quickly, please.”
“This is utterly inappropriate,” Wirth declared. “I expected my meeting to be with someone in authority, not…not…you.”
“I have more authority than you in this matter, Captain Wirth.” Adele kept her tone cool. “I also have a great deal more experience. It would be wise to do as I say. Give me the letter.”
Still he hesitated.
“Now,” Adele added, her voice melodious.
“To be ordered about by a woman!” Wirth muttered as he unbuttoned his tunic and reached inside. He withdrew a folded letter and thrust it at her.
Adele unfolded it.
“You won’t be able to read it,” Wirth said impatiently. “It’s in German.”
“Ich kann es sehr gut lesen, danke.” she assured him, without lifting her gaze from the well-rounded writing.