Title: Recipe for a Crime: A Novella
Author: Beth Ford
Genre: Historical romance/historical mystery
Book Blurb:
Cassie Woods yearns to be a real journalist. But in 1880s New York City, her only assignments are women's interest stories. Until, that is, a cookbook author she's meant to interview goes missing and Cassie finds herself in the midst of a police investigation involving one of the city's major crime families. Surly but handsome Detective O'Neill threatens repercussions to her career if she continues to interfere. Will Cassie get in over her head or will she save the day and solve the mystery?
Excerpt:
“It’s a great story for the women’s column,” Mr. Ellerbee informed Cassie. “Thousands of copies have been sold.” He tapped his pen against the red book cover to emphasize his point.
Cassie had glanced through the book they were discussing, and it was mostly a collection of recipes and advice taken straight from Mrs. Beecham’s and other sources. The thousands of copies sold probably resulted from men buying the book for their wives because they lacked imagination, not because women actually wanted to read it.
But she knew her editor was not interested in women’s reality, so she smiled and acquiesced. “Thank you, Mr. Ellerbee. I’ll talk to the author right away.” She picked up the book and left his office.
Back at her own small desk—tucked into a corner so she wouldn’t get in the way of the “important” work—she sighed and opened the volume to find the publisher. The address wasn’t far, so she decided to walk there rather than sending a note. She had to escape from these smug men and their refusal to give her any reporting work of substance.
***
Half an hour later she found herself in front of the address a clerk at the publisher’s office had given her for the author, Mrs. Horace Walker. The building was a plain brownstone, with the Walkers’ apartment occupying the top floor. Drab curtains hung in all the windows. Nothing about their residence indicated raging success from Mrs. Walker’s book.
At the street door, she rang the bell for the Walkers’ apartment but received no response. Before she could ring again, a young man with large mustachios stepped out of the building.
He paused on the step, holding the front door ajar. “Who do you want, miss?” he asked.
“I’m calling on the Horace Walkers.”
“You a friend of the missus?”
“No, I’m a reporter, actually. For the New York News Desk.”
He looked her up and down. “A lady reporter? Well, at least somebody’s finally interested in the case.” He pushed the door open wider. “Top floor.”
“Thank you.” She threw him a sweet smile as she entered.
Once the door closed behind her, she paused. She couldn’t make head nor tails of the man’s comment. What case? It was an odd way to refer to a book launch. She shook her head and started up the three flights of stairs.
***
The door to the Walkers’ apartment stood open, and male voices drifted onto the landing. Just as Cassie reached the top step, a man rushed past her, his face red with an emotion she barely had time to register—rage, most likely. As she approached the door, she saw the backs of two men, one standing by the fireplace, the other seated. She knocked gingerly. Both men swiveled to face her. The seated man jumped up and approached.
“Who are you?” he asked harshly enough that Cassie had to stiffen to avoid reacting to his startling tone.
“I’m looking for Mrs. Horace Walker.” She started to pull the book out of her bag, but when the man cast a suspicious eye at her hand, she stopped.
“That doesn’t tell me who you are.”
“I’m a reporter for the New York News Desk.” Shifting tactics, she pulled out her card and handed it over.
He inspected it briefly. “The New York News Desk? That rag is the best we can get?” He glanced at his companion, who nodded his approval. The man’s tone softened. “I suppose it will have to do for a start.” He waved Cassie to a chair. “I’m Daniel Greene, the Walkers’ lawyer. This is Mr. Horace Walker.” He indicated the man by the fireplace, who simply inclined his head in greeting.
Mr. Greene sat across from her. He wore a green silk waistcoat. His nails, too, were neatly manicured. She surreptitiously glanced around the room. It was a perfectly respectable, middle-class apartment, and at first glance Mr. Walker looked like a perfectly respectable, middle-class man. Except as he checked his watch, she noticed its fine quality, solid gold. And she admired the perfectly tailored cut of his suit and the supple leather of his shoes. The contrast between his attire and the worn fabric of the sofa pushed against one wall was odd. As was the way he stayed at the fireplace, arm resting across the mantel, as if he were holding court. Possibly his wife’s book sales had funded a new wardrobe but not yet a move. Perhaps he wanted to show his disdain for a lowly female journalist.
That, at least, was an attitude she had experienced before and could deal with.
“Aren’t you going to take notes?” Mr. Greene broke into her thoughts.
“Yes, of course.” She set her notebook in her lap. “Is Mrs. Walker here?”
“Of course she’s not here. Are you really a reporter?” Mr. Greene peered at her as if trying to determine whether her demure blue dress was some sort of disguise.
“Yes, I—” Cassie paused and regathered herself. She had clearly walked into a situation much different than the one she expected, and she needed to adjust her approach. “Why don’t you tell me exactly what has happened so far?”
***
After nearly an hour of questioning, Cassie stood, stunned, on the sidewalk in front of the Walkers’ building. A pedestrian passed roughly around her, knocking into her bustle. She moved to stand close to the front steps, steadying herself on the banister. Her hand ached from taking so many notes so quickly. Even in shorthand, it had been difficult to keep up with everything that was said.
Mrs. Horace Walker had been missing for nearly a week. And the police had done nothing about it.
Cassie set her jaw. The police station would be her next stop.
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Recipe for a Crime kicks off an exciting new novella series. Each story features Cassie taking on a case as her enemies-to-lovers romance with Detective O’Neill progresses. These quick reads can be consumed in an evening, so you can easily fit a book into your busy life. If you love Miss Scarlet and the Duke, you’ll love Cassie Woods, Reporter!
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Author Biography:
Beth Ford is a historical fiction author living in the beautiful Shenandoah Valley of Virginia. She is the author of the novels In the Times of Spirits and Love Between Times as well as the Cassie Woods, Reporter novella series. Her upcoming novel After the Spirits Come: A Continuation of Dickens's A Christmas Carol will be released February 11, 2025. Her work has also appeared in a variety of literary journals. For more information, visit http://bethfordauthor.com.
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