the alice network

Extended Sneak Peek: The Alice Network!

I promised I’d share a longer excerpt from my forthcoming historical novel THE ALICE NETWORK, and here it is! There will be another excerpt (this showing my World War I heroine who alternates with post WWII Charlie below) coming in a few weeks, so be sure to check back!

 

 

Chapter 1
CHARLIE
May 1947
Southhampton
The first person I met in England was a hallucination. I brought her with me, onboard the serene ocean liner that had carried my numb, grief-haunted self from New York to Southampton.

I was sitting opposite my mother at a wicker table among the potted palms in the Dolphin Hotel, trying to ignore what my eyes were telling me. The blond girl by the front desk wasn’t who I thought she was. I knew she wasn’t who I thought she was. She was just an English girl waiting beside her family’s luggage, someone I’d never seen before—but that didn’t stop my mind from telling me she was someone else. I averted my eyes, looking instead at the three English boys at the next table, who were busy trying to get out of tipping their waitress. “Five percent tip or ten?” a boy in a university tie was saying, waving the bill, and his friends laughed. “I only tip if they’re pretty. She had skinny legs . . .”

I glowered at them, but my mother was oblivious. “So cold and wet for May, mon Dieu!” She unfolded her napkin: a feminine flurry of lavender-scented skirts among the heaps of our baggage. Quite a contrast to me, all rumpled and cross. “Put your shoulders back, chérie.” She’d lived in New York since she married my father, but she still sprinkled her phrases with French. “Do stop slouching.”

“I can’t slouch in this getup.” I was crammed into a waist cincher like a band of iron, not that I needed one because I was built like a twig, but my froth of skirts wouldn’t hang right without it, so band of iron it was. That Dior, may he and his New Look rot in hell. My mother always dressed right at the crest of any new fashion, and she was built for the latest styles: tall, tiny waisted, voluptuously curved, a confection in her full-skirted traveling suit. I had a frilly traveling suit too, but I was drowning in all that fabric. Nineteen forty-seven was hell for little bony girls like me who couldn’t wear the New Look. Then again, 1947 was hell for any girl who would rather work calculus problems than read Vogue, any girl who would rather listen to Edith Piaf than Artie Shaw, and any girl with an empty ring finger but a rounding belly.

I, Charlie St. Clair, was officially three for three. That was the other reason my mother wanted me in a waist cincher. I was only three months gone, but she wasn’t taking any chances that my shape might announce what a whore she’d brought into the world.

I stole a glance across the hotel court. The blond girl was still there, and my mind was still trying to tell me she was someone she wasn’t. I looked away again with a hard blink as our waitress approached with a smile. “Will you be staying for the full tea, madam?” She did have bony legs, and as she bustled away with our order, the boys at the next table were still complaining about leaving her a tip. “Five shillings each for tea. Just leave a tuppence . . .”

Our tea arrived soon in a clatter of flowered china. My mother smiled her thanks. “More milk, please. C’est bon!” Though it wasn’t all that bon, really. Hard little scones and dry tea sandwiches and no sugar; there was still rationing in England even though V-E Day had been two years ago, and the menu of even a sumptuous hotel still showed the ration-set price of no more than five shillings per diner. The hangover of war was still visible here in a way you didn’t see in New York. There were still soldiers in uniforms drifting through the hotel court, flirting with the maids, and an hour ago when I’d disembarked the ocean liner, I’d noticed the shelled look of the houses on the wharf, like gaping teeth in a pretty smile. My first look at England, and from dockside wharf to hotel court it all looked gray and exhausted from the war, still shocked to the bone. Just like me.

I reached into the pocket of my heather gray jacket, touching the piece of paper that had lived there for the past month whether I was in a traveling suit or pajamas, but I didn’t know what to do with it. What could I do with it? I didn’t know, but it still seemed heavier than the baby I was carrying. I couldn’t feel that at all, or manage to have a single clear emotion about it. I wasn’t sick in the mornings, or craving split pea soup with peanut butter, or feeling any of the other things you were supposed to feel when you were knocked up. I was just numb. I couldn’t believe in this baby, because it had changed nothing. Only my whole life.

The Next Book!

YES! I can finally spill the news: my next book after THE ALICE NETWORK! Sale announced:

“Forthcoming THE ALICE NETWORK author Kate Quinn’s DARKROOM, taking place post WWII, in which a battle-haunted English journalist and a Russian female bomber pilot from the real-life Night Witch squadron join forces to track the Huntress, a Nazi war criminal gone to ground in America, even as a budding teenage photographer in Boston begins to suspect her demure new stepmother is hiding a very dangerous past.”

Release date still up in the air, but I am soooo excited for this book!

The Alice Network: Cover Reveal & Pre-Order!

Hurrah! Finally I can share the awesome cover for my upcoming THE ALICE NETWORK. I love everything about this cover and have been dying to show it to the world.

And not only is the cover out, but the pre-order page is up on Amazon. This book will be officially releasing on June 6, 2017, and you can pre-order it here!

“The Alice Network, which hinges on the unsung valor of female espionage agents in the Great War, perfectly balances a propulsive plot, faultlessly observed period detail, and a cast of characters so vividly drawn that I half expected to blink and see them standing in front of me. This is historical fiction at its best–thrilling, affecting, revelatory.”

–Jennifer Robson, international bestselling author of Moonlight Over Paris

“Both funny and heartbreaking, this epic journey of two courageous women is an unforgettable tale of little-known wartime glory and sacrifice. Quinn knocks it out of the park with this spectacular book!”

— Stephanie Dray, New York Times bestselling author of America’s First Daughter

“A ring of daring female spies known as the Alice Network left a legacy of blood and betrayal. Two women suffering the losses of two different wars must join forces, one to find her voice and her redemption, the other to face her fears and her oldest enemy. Kate Quinn strums the chords of every human emotion with two storylines that race over continents and through decades to converge in one explosive ending.”

–Marci Jefferson, author of The Girl on the Golden Coin

 

The Top Secret New Book: Details At Last!

The Queen of Spies: Louise de Bettignies

For more than a year now, I’ve been working on a new book. Something very new, very different, and until now, very hush-hush. Until now I’ve kept the details under wraps–but as of today, the announcement is official. My new project will launch in summer 2017 at Morrow, with my fabulous new editor Amanda Bergeron at the helm.

Bestselling author of “Mistress of Rome,” Kate Quinn’s THE ALICE NETWORK, a novel taking place in 1915 and 1947, in which an unmarried and pregnant American launches a desperate search for a beloved cousin who vanished in Nazi-occupied France, and finds her only ally in a chain-smoking, battle-scarred old woman who belonged to the real life network of female spies led by Louise de Bettignies during the First World War and who remains haunted by a thirty year old betrayal.

This book was a departure for me, but I loved every minute of it. I loved the 20th century setting, I loved the intermeshing dual timelines, and above all I loved the real-life female spies whose story is so fascinating it begged to be told–google Louise de Bettignies and see for yourself!

I loved writing THE ALICE NETWORK, and I hope you love reading it next summer!

Trailer for THE ALICE NETWORK!