Brenda Joyce - [Francesca Cahill 06]

PRAISE FOR BRENDA JOYCE’S

DEADLY DESIRE

“Even more deliciously tangled lives . . . The carefully woven plot and memorable characters kept me riveted and I hate having to wait for more.”

—
Romantic Times

“A riveting storyline with more twists and turns than a mountain road.”

—
Old Book Barn Gazette

“An addictive gift for the burned-out reader . . . vivid characterization, compelling drama, sudden twists, and a most gratifying shocker of an ending. The deadliest aspect of the ‘Deadly’ series is waiting for the next one.”

—Writers Club Romance Group

“A mixture of adventure, excitement and mysteries . . . there is always something going on to hold the attention of the readers. Great reading!”

—Huntressreviews.com

DEADLY AFFAIRS

“Another scintillating romantic murder mystery . . . Brenda Joyce perfectly balances a strong mystery with a love story so that readers get exactly what they are looking for, both suspense and passion.”

—Romantic Times

“Fantastic . . . I don’t know when I’ve enjoyed a series as much as ‘The Francesca Cahill Novels.’ They are a fresh, clever, titillating mixture of fun and seriousness.”

—Reader to Reader

“Immensely enjoyable . . . passionate and heartbreaking . . . readers will be captivated by Francesca’s charm, intelligence and courage as well as by Rick’s honor and integrity. I love this series and recommend it highly.”

—Romance Reviews Today

“Continues to surprise . . . the sort of page-turning compulsions bestsellers are made of . . . Complex, engaging, and human, Francesca Cahill is a most unusual heroine.”

—Writers Club Romance Group

“The suspense mounts with each book in the series. Waiting for the next one is going to be almost unbearable.”

—Old Book Barn Gazette

DEADLY PLEASURE

“Intriguing . . . a smooth, continuous literary flow . . . A wonderful whodunit, Victorian style.”

—Affair de Coeur
magazine

“Enchanting . . . a page-turning, thoroughly entertaining read that is loaded with adventure, vibrant characters, witty dialogue, sexual attraction, and an enjoyable visit to turn-of-the-century New York City. This is Ms. Joyce at her best, giving the reader an appealing and captivating story that is alive with humor and a dazzling plot.”

—Writers Club Romance Group

DEADLY LOVE

Fast-paced, sensual, and intriguing.”

—Library Journal

“The steamy revelations . . . are genuinely intriguing, and just enough of them are left unresolved at the book’s end to leave readers waiting eagerly for the series’ next installment . . . Joyce excels at creating twists and turns in her characters’ personal lives.”

—Publishers Weekly

“Joyce carefully crafted a wonderful mystery with twists and turns and red herrings galore, then added two marvelous, witty protagonists who will appeal to romance readers . . . Add to this a charming cast of secondary characters and a meticulously researched picture of society life in the early 1900s. I can hardly wait to see what Francesca and Rick will be up to next.”

—
Romantic Times

“A delight!”

—Reader to Reader

TITLES BY BRENDA JOYCE

Deadly Love

Deadly Pleasure

Deadly Affairs

Deadly Desire

Deadly Caress

The Chase

House of Dreams

The Third Heiress

The Rival

Splendor

The Finer Things

Captive

Beyond Scandal

The Game

After Innocence

Promise of the Rose

Secrets

Scandalous Love

The Fires of Paradise

Dark Fires

The Conqueror

The Darkest Heart

Lovers and Liars

Violent Fire

Firestorm

Innocent Fire

NOVELLAS BY BRENDA JOYCE

Perfect Secrets

Scandalous Weddings

Outlaw Love

Heart of the Home

A Gift of Joy

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Copyright © 2003 by Brenda Joyce Dreams Unlimited, Inc.

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For my shining star—Adam.

T
HURSDAY
, M
ARCH
27, 1902—N
EW
Y
ORK
C
ITY

F
RANCESCA
C
AHILL MAY HAVE
been born into society, in fact, she was an heiress of a very marriageable age, but recently she had become the city’s most famous (and infamous) amateur sleuth. Having spent her entire life flouting both the spoken and unspoken rules of convention, being well-read, highly educated and an active reformer, she was already considered both unmarriageable and an eccentric. Her behavior of the past three months had not aided her flailing personal reputation. For she had helped the police commissioner, Rick Bragg, solve several ghastly crimes—even making the headlines of some of the city’s most reputable dailies. All this while further scandalizing a good portion of society—not to mention her own family.

Her reputation was currently in shreds, not that she cared. However, it might very well take a stunning turn for the better. For Francesca had somehow become secretly engaged to one of the city’s wealthiest and most notorious
bachelors, Calder Hart. She still did not know whether to regret it or not. But if their engagement survived all that she had thus far done—and she winced thinking about it—a public announcement would take her from ugly duckling to swan.

But she seriously doubted Hart would even speak with her now—much less continue their engagement.

There was relief and there was regret.

“Francesca Cahill! You
disappeared
for an entire month! And I am dying to know why!” the former Connie Cahill, now Lady Montrose, cried. She had just barged into Francesca’s bedroom.

Francesca cringed, but only inwardly, as she faced her always fashionably and terribly elegant older sister. It was ironic that much of the city thought of her as a hero, she mused. It wasn’t true. She was, in fact, a coward, never mind the many dangerous and murdering hooks and crooks she had single-handedly faced and apprehended. She was a coward, because only a coward ran away from the man she was supposed to marry. She was a coward when it came to the darkly disturbing Calder Hart.

Connie faced her after closing the door to Francesca’s beautifully appointed bedroom—a room she had had no say in decorating, as the decor had been chosen by her mother, Julia, and sister. Francesca hadn’t cared then, just as she did not care now. Decor—and fashion, shopping, and teas—was hardly important to her. She forced a smile and hurried forward clad only in her corset and drawers and embraced her sister. “It’s so nice to see you, too,” she whispered, but she meant it. Connie was not just her sister; she was also her very best friend.

“Do not think to dissemble with me,” Connie said, her hands on her slim hips. She was clad in a gorgeous dark blue evening gown, with sapphires around her throat and wrists, atop the white sateen gloves that ended at her elbows. “I know why you disappeared!” Her blue eyes flashed.

Francesca tensed. Connie could not know. Before leaving
town to visit an old and ailing and very fictitious school chum, she had left Hart a brief note, one that hardly explained anything but did request that their engagement remain a private affair until she returned to New York City. Wisely, Francesca hadn’t left a forwarding address; she had left the city to think about her life and her impulsive decision to accept Hart’s proposal. “What is it that you think you know?”

Connie sighed then. “There is no Elizabeth Jane Seymour, Fran. I would recall a best friend by that name! You chose to leave the city because you could no longer handle the little predicament you have found yourself to be in.” Connie, who was a platinum blonde generally considered to be a great beauty, eyed Francesca with some smug satisfaction now.

Francesca sighed in return. She hated deceiving anyone, much less her sister. And Connie was right. Marriage had never been a part of her agenda! What
was
she doing? Her agenda had been to become a journalist, to expose the world’s ills to society, so those with means could engender badly needed reforms and humanitarian aid. That agenda had included a higher education at a renowned women’s institution, Barnard College. However, her agenda—and her life—had begun to unravel some time ago: last January, to be exact. She had fallen in love while solving a terrible crime, and nothing had been—or would ever be—the same again.

And to make matters worse, it hadn’t been Calder Hart whom she had fallen in love with.

Perhaps Connie hadn’t learned about her engagement—which meant that neither had her mother. And it was Julia Van Wyck Cahill’s dearest desire to see Francesca suitably wed—immediately, before she solved another crime and garnered another headline. Julia was a very powerful woman who always got her way. “Yes, I found the heat too much to bear,” she said warily.

Connie met her gaze. “The heat? You sound like that little hoodlum you are so fond of. Joel Kennedy.”

“I suppose his ways are rubbing off on me,” Francesca murmured, as she had come to rely on the eleven-year-old heavily in her sleuthing. He knew the city’s worst wards intimately. He was her guide, and more.

“Oh, Fran. They will both be at the Wainscot ball tonight.” Connie’s gaze moved to the bed behind Francesca, where a vivid and dark red ball gown lay. “Mama said you would attend. And I see you are wearing the red.” A knowing look came to her eyes and she smiled.

“It’s not what you think!” Francesca cried. Both Rick Bragg, the city’s police commissioner, and his notorious and wealthy half brother, Calder Hart, would be at the Wainscot ball tonight. Out of the frying pan and into the fire, she thought. Oh, God, what should she do? Was she doing the right thing? And how could one marry a man one didn’t love—even if that man’s mere look could enflame her entire body? And could two half brothers be more unalike—and more bitterly jealous of each other? If only they weren’t such rivals.

“Then tell me what to think,” Connie said, moving to Francesca and placing her arm around her. Both sisters were considered almost as identical as twins, although Francesca’s hair was the color of rich honey and her skin was tinged with tones of peach and gold. Francesca knew that was not true. Her sister was beautiful, while she, Francesca, was on the ordinary side of pretty. Connie always stood out in a crowd, but Francesca had been a wallflower (and a bookworm) for most of her life.

Until recently.

Francesca sat down beside her and they clasped hands. “I have been worried about me, too,” she said softly.

“Oh, Fran, didn’t a month away clear your head?”

“Yes . . . and no,” Francesca whispered.