A brand new Wings of the West novel will be coming August 2, 2022.
Colorado 1899
Kate Ryan has always had a streak of justice in her. When she decides to apply to the Pinkerton Detective Agency, nothing will stand in her way. Initially hired in a clerical position, she quickly works her way up to field agent with the help of her mentor, Louise Foster. When Louise is injured, Kate gets her first assignment and the opportunity of a lifetime.
Henry Maguire has been undercover in the household of wealthy cattleman Arthur Wingate. Employed as a ghostwriter to pen the man’s memoir, Henry is also searching for clues to a lucrative counterfeiting scheme. When Henry’s “wife” shows up, he’s taken aback by the attractive woman who isn’t Louise. Now he must work with a female agent he doesn’t know and doesn’t necessarily trust. And because he has another reason for coming into Wingate’s world, Kate Ryan is unavoidably in his way.
Kate Ryan is the daughter of Matt and Molly from THE WREN, and THE STARLING is the first of five novels featuring the second generation of Ryans in the Wings of the West series.
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Here's a sneak peek of Chapter One
Trinidad, Colorado
April 1899
Kate Ryan shifted on the hard seat of the buckboard as it
rattled along the road. The setting sun cast rays of light from its western
position, blossoming like a flower.
“Why didn’t your husband pick you up and take you to this
party?” The question broke the spell of her anxious anticipation. The driver,
an older burly man the Pinkerton agency had hired at the last minute, glanced
at her.
“I’ve arrived a day early and didn’t have the opportunity to
send word to Hen—” She caught herself at the last second. “To Gilbert.” My
husband’s name is Gilbert. She repeated the mantra a few more times, trying
to drill it into her brain. Henry Maguire was the man playing her husband. She
was getting the break of a lifetime—the ability to work as a full agent on a
case at only nineteen years old—and she didn’t want to spoil it by ruining the
other agent’s cover.
“It’s a surprise,” she added in a rush.
“Huh.”
Kate frowned, uncertainty fluttering in her chest. “You
don’t think this is a good idea?” Her heart sped along with a steady
rat-a-tat-tat, her palms clammy, and her mouth tasting like cotton balls,
offering little help in wetting her dry lips.
Her nerves were stretched to the brink.
“He don’t know you’re coming, and he’s at the Wingate’s
party without you? It’s just ….” He pulled on the reins, guiding the team
around a bend in the road, and cast a sympathetic look her way. “You seem like
a nice young woman. I just don’t want you to be disappointed … or have your
feelings hurt.”
For a moment, Kate was at a loss as to what he meant, and
then it wolloped her over the head like her brother Eli sometimes did when the
two of them argued. Not an actual wollop but a verbal harangue. Kate, however,
had always held her ground with her older sibling. And she would need to do so
now.
The man was implying her husband was a philanderer. Of all
the circumstances she had anticipated dealing with, this one had honestly never
crossed her mind. Mostly, she supposed, because this wasn’t a real marriage. It
probably was true that Henry had a woman somewhere, although she knew from the
Pinkerton office that he wasn’t married. Well, this driver wouldn’t rattle her.
She had a job to do. And part of that job was to be Henry’s loving wife as well
as his partner on the job. She could do it. She would do it.
“I’m sure it will be fine. I know my Gilbert, and he would
never be anything but a gentleman. He was expecting me tomorrow. I’m just a day
early. He left me a note at the house as to where he would be this evening,”
she added, warming to the prevarications spilling from her mouth.
“So he knew you were coming? But you said he didn’t.”
“Well, I, ah.” She cleared her throat. “He wasn’t certain
when I was to arrive. I was visiting my mother. She’s very ill, you see. I had
told him I might arrive tonight, or tomorrow. I told him to go to the party and
not to wait for me.” Stop talking, Kate. She folded her gloved hands
onto her lap and glanced to the countryside, still visible in the fading light.
This lying was going to prove a challenge to her.
Her mentor at the agency, Louise Foster, who had
single-handedly gotten Kate this assignment, had told her during her training
to keep the mistruths to a minimum. It would make it easier to remember them.
“Well, then,” the driver said. “I’m sure it will be fine.
Your Gilbert will be mighty happy to see you.”
They crossed beneath a large wrought iron arch and entered a
massive ranch. It had been a long journey from town and Kate’s bottom was sore
from the buckboard. She would have been much happier on her own horse, but
Edgar Jones, her boss, had insisted she not enter the fray alone. He embraced
working with female agents on his payroll, but he was careful with their safety
as well.
Mr. Jones had sent word to Henry via a courier that she was
arriving, but it was never clear if the message had been received. It had
contained Louise’s suggestion that Kate attend the party. Louise had argued
with Jones from her hospital bed that Henry was sometimes too stubborn in
wanting to work alone and that if they didn’t force Kate upon him, he might
keep her away from the investigation. Kate had been uncomfortably present for
that exchange, leading her to wonder if Henry was a good agent after all, but
underlying the discussion was a genuine tone of concern in both Jones and
Louise’s voices.
However, now that Kate was here, a bigger problem was
presenting itself—Henry was expecting Louise as his “wife” partner, not Kate.
In fact, Kate had never met Henry, so of course he wouldn’t know who she was
when she arrived.
Hence her anxiety.
In the distance, the lights of the main house blazed,
growing brighter as they neared. The front area was crowded with buggies, horses,
and carriages. Her driver was forced to stop some distance from the front
porch.
He set the brake, climbed down, and came to Kate’s side. She
gathered the full folds of her royal blue gown, quite the fanciest thing she
had ever worn. The Rocking Wren, her folks’ ranch, rarely required this level
of decorum. She clasped the driver’s hand and stepped down.
She confirmed she had her reticule looped around a wrist and
patted her hair, pinned into a fancy upsweep.
She turned to the driver. “I’m so sorry, but I didn’t get
your name.”
“Francis, ma’am. It was a pleasure, Mrs. Gilbert ….” He
raised a busy brow in question.
“Holmes. And please, call me Sallie.” She was immensely
proud that she got her alias correct, although she had no doubt that this was
the smallest of tests she was about to endure. Still, she must take every
victory she could get.
“Shall I wait for you, Sallie?” Francis asked, his gaze
filled with genuine concern.
“No, of course not. My husband will see me home.” She hoped.
Francis donned his hat, giving a nod and a tug on the brim.
“It was a pleasure to make your acquaintance.”
“Perhaps I’ll see you again, Mr. Francis ….” She leaned
forward and raised a brow.
He chuckled. “O’Malley. I run the livery in town. I’m also
the blacksmith. If you need a horse shod, you give me a holler. I’ll do it for
free. It’s the least I can do.”
As she started to turn to leave, he added, “And watch
yourself in there.”
She looked over her shoulder at him.
“Mrs. Wingate, she can be a little … too much. Don’t let her
scare you. People like her sense fear and they pounce. Someone like you don’t
deserve that. If you ever have any trouble and your husband isn’t doing his
job, you come see me, you hear?”
Kate relaxed her shoulders, feeling the genuine concern
emanating from Francis. “Thank you. I appreciate it. I truly do.”
She left him and made her way to the entrance of the grand
home, feeling as if every step were taking her into the lion’s den. But she wouldn’t
be afraid. She had wanted to have a career in law enforcement since she had
turned sixteen. It was why she had pursued employment with the Pinkerton
Detective Agency, one of the only places that allowed women—and especially
young women—to have a chance to do important work.
The front entrance was open and attended by a butler. Kate took a deep breath and crossed the threshold.
* * *
Henry scanned the bustling ballroom, filled with partygoers
chattering away—men in suits and women in gowns awash with color. Everyone
loved a good Wingate extravaganza, or at least that’s what Henry had learned in
the past week of undercover work.
His gaze rested briefly on Arthur Wingate, his target in
this investigation. The man was tall, making it easy to find him in a crowd,
his gray-streaked black hair slicked back. He was holding court with three men.
While he didn’t recognize the man on the left, Henry knew the other two were
involved with a company that imported steel products into Mexico.
It could certainly be a connection in the official case to
which the Pinkertons had been contracted. First National Bank out of Trinidad
had hired the agency to investigate possible money counterfeiting and insurance
fraud. Henry was certain that Wingate was at the center. All he had to do was
prove it. But Henry also had a secondary reason for being here, one he hadn’t
shared with his boss, Edgar Jones, despite that he and Jonesy were more than employer
and employee. They were friends, too. But Henry didn’t want Jonesy and the
agency implicated if things went south, and truth be told, Henry wasn’t certain
what he would uncover. His father, Hugh Maguire, had gone missing in Trinidad
nine years ago. The official story—he was killed in a coal mine explosion, but
Henry had reason to believe that hadn’t been the case.
And at the center of it all was Arthur Wingate.
Henry was here to prove that Wingate was a criminal, and
maybe a murderer.
Ian’s voice echoed in Henry’s head. “There was an
investigation, Henry, and no foul play was found.” He and his older brother
often failed to see eye-to-eye, hence why Henry had told no one his true reason
for being here, least of all Ian.
He took a sip of his brandy … barely. He had no intention of
clouding his judgment with alcohol this evening.
“Sir.” A valet drew his attention.
Henry nodded his acknowledgement.
“Your wife has arrived, sir.”
My wife ….
What the hell? Louise was here? Now?
Jonesy had agreed that Louise Foster would be summoned when
Henry sent word. And he hadn’t sent word. Dammit.
“Of course,” Henry replied. “Thank you.”
“Please follow me, sir.”
Henry thought of abandoning the drink he’d been nursing for
the last hour, but instead kept it as he followed the valet through clusters of
people and the low din of talking and laughing. In fact, he took a large gulp
as he walked, to soothe his nerves. Sometimes his own rules needed to be
amended. This wasn’t a disaster, he reminded himself. Louise was a good field
agent, one he’d worked with more than once, and he respected her abilities. She
was also his friend, one of the very few along with Jonesy. If she were here
now, there must be a good reason. While his cover had included a wife, Henry
rather liked working alone, and he’d told Jonesy that Louise could join him
when it seemed absolutely necessary. And it hadn’t been necessary … yet. But
apparently Edgar Jones had pulled rank, thinking differently.
As Henry entered the foyer, his gaze landed on a young woman
in a stunning blue gown, her dark brown hair swept away from her face. She was conversing
with Arthur’s wife, Lottie, near the front entrance. Her poise drew his eye and
for a moment, Henry considered what it would be like if he weren’t working, if
he could simply pursue a conversation with an attractive woman. He had
purposely not set down roots. His work made it impossible. Well, not
impossible. He had simply not met a woman who could turn his attention from his
job.
Reluctantly, he peeled his eyes from the alluring
distraction and searched the foyer for Louise, but she was nowhere to be seen.
“She must have stepped into another room,” Henry said to the
valet.
“No, sir.” The young man stopped and gave a nod toward Mrs. Wingate
and the striking woman beside her.
Henry endured a brief state of confusion, an unnatural
occurrence since he kept everything in his life compartmentalized and in order.
Recovering quickly, he said, “Of course, thank you. I must
need my spectacles this evening.” He left the valet before he was forced to
converse further, giving even more opportunities for a slip up. He walked
slowly to the two women, since he wasn’t certain what he should say. Clearly,
the valet had been misinformed.
Henry glanced over his shoulder, confirming the man had left
the foyer. With the all-clear, Henry shifted his path to miss the two
conversing women, although a twinge of regret flared. A small part of him
wondered what would happen if he struck up a conversation with the woman in
blue. But now wasn’t the time for personal interests. Just as he passed within
three feet of the women, a voice rang out, “Gilbert! Darling!”
Henry stopped and faced the woman who had in a brief span
sparked such an intense interest in him. She had used his alias. It all became
clear in an instant.
She was his wife.
Hell.
He plastered the biggest smile he could on his face.
“Sallie, there you are.” He went to her and planted a kiss on her cheek.
His Sallie blushed, her cheeks a bright crimson. Her skin was
smooth as porcelain, leaving a lingering impression upon his lips, and it only
added to his frustration.
He kept his expression amiable and besotted, playing the
part of a happy and surprised husband, and said, “I had no idea you were
coming.” But beneath it all, anger threatened to uncoil in his chest.
He took some measure of pleasure when his new wife flinched
ever so slightly, no doubt catching the flash of censure he allowed to escape
his gaze. He could accept her as his wife, but it didn’t mean he had to like it,
whether she was compelling or not.
But still, where the hell was Louise? Why had Jonesy sent
this much too young of a woman with whom he had no acquaintance and could
therefore not assess her skills as an agent? To make it all worse, his pulse
had quickened as soon as he’d looked into her clear green eyes. She might be
young, but a spark of intelligence snapped the distance between them.
“It was last minute, darling,” she replied, her voice tinged
with excitement.
It was too late to turn back now. They had an audience with Lottie
Wingate, who watched them intently. And Henry had been struggling with Mrs.
Wingate ever since he’d gotten here. He’d managed to ingratiate himself with
the woman’s husband, Arthur, posing as a writer hired to pen the man’s life
story, but Lottie Wingate had been surprisingly suspicious.
“I’m thrilled you’re here,” he said, taking Sallie’s hand. He
turned his attention to the older woman. “If you’ll excuse us, I’d like to have
a word in private with my beautiful bride.”
“Certainly,” Lottie said, her gaze cool. She was a striking
woman with fair skin and red hair that had yet to succumb to graying. “It was
lovely to meet you, Sallie. I hope we’ll have a chance to speak more. And
you’ll have to accompany Gilbert the next time he comes here.” Henry didn’t
miss the hard flash in her gaze. She hadn’t liked Henry from the moment he had
arrived. “We could have tea while the men discuss business.”
“I’d like that,” Sallie said.
Having abandoned his drink on a side table, Henry tucked
Sallie’s gloved hand into the crook of his elbow and led her into the next
room. He wanted to speak privately but in a flash knew this would be
impossible. It was too risky to engage in any kind of conversation beyond the
benign while they were at this party.
“Would you like a drink?” he asked quietly. He could use
another one.
Sallie smiled and nodded, sliding a quick glance at him, and
then letting her eyes roam the room.
They found a waiter and his wife’s gloved hand soon held a
sherry and Henry’s a whiskey, straight up. He drank it in one swallow. His wife
narrowed her eyes, the first sign of some backbone in the woman.
“I know my arrival is unexpected, Gilbert,” she murmured
over the rim of her sherry glass, taking a sip. “But rest assured, I’m here to
stay. You’re not alone any longer.”
Copyright © 2022 K. McCaffrey LLC
4 comments:
Congratulations on the upcoming release, Kristy. This sounds like so much fun, and intrigue. Thanks for sharing the excerpt. Definitely one I must read!
Hugs.
Thanks, Julie. I'm having fun with this one!
Thanks for sharing a great excerpt. Sounds like a keeper;)
Hi Sandra,
Thank you!! Glad you liked it.
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