Deadly Desire (Francesca Cahill Series #4)

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The time is turn-of-the-century New York City. Society's elite host glittering balls inside sprawling mansions while outside, the teeming street harbor secrets of their own.

New York City's Police Commissioner Rick Bragg has been called upon to investigate a shocking crime. Reluctant to pull Francesca into a case that could be very dangerous, Rick also knows the beautiful and brilliant heiress has a natural ability for sleuthing that could aid him—even it if means working side ...

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The time is turn-of-the-century New York City. Society's elite host glittering balls inside sprawling mansions while outside, the teeming street harbor secrets of their own.

New York City's Police Commissioner Rick Bragg has been called upon to investigate a shocking crime. Reluctant to pull Francesca into a case that could be very dangerous, Rick also knows the beautiful and brilliant heiress has a natural ability for sleuthing that could aid him—even it if means working side by side with a woman who tempts him like no other. And so Franscesca and Rick begin a harrowing journey through the squalid underworld of the city that plunges them deeper and deeper in a peril neither could have imagined—and a desire that only continues to grow...

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  • ISBN-13: 9780312982638
  • Publisher: St. Martin's Press
  • Publication date: 5/28/2002
  • Series: Francesca Cahill Series, #4
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Pages: 352
  • Product dimensions: 4.18 (w) x 6.80 (h) x 1.02 (d)

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Deadly Desire


FRIDAY, FEBRUARY 14, 1902 — 10:00 A.M.

Francesca Cahill began to plot how to steal out of the house the moment she awoke. She was in the habit of arising at an unfashionable hour, or so her mother accused, but then, Julia Van Wyck Cahill was as fashionable as one of the city's reigning social matriarchs could be. Francesca never deceived herself—not only was she a bluestocking and a radical reformer through and through; she felt rather certain that, behind her back, she was also sometimes labeled an eccentric. No mind. She did not give a whit for fashion anyway, or parties or shopping or teas. She had secretly enrolled at Barnard College, hoping to attain her degree and follow in the footsteps of her idol, the journalist and reformer Jacob Riis. But in the past month, since January 18 to be exact, her plans had somehow, fatefully, changed.

It had all begun with the abduction of her neighbor's six-year-old-boy. Francesca Cahill had discovered the odd, not-quite-a-ransom note and, more important, had been crucial to the city's police department in investigating and then solving the case. In fact, she had worked very closely with the city's new police commissioner, Rick Bragg.

She smiled as she paused in the huge front hall of the house that had been built eight years ago and dubbed "the Marble Palace" by the press. She directed her smile at the new doorman, who she thought was named Jonathon. He was her own age, and, as blond and blue-eyed as she, he smiled back.

The note had arrived fifteen minutes ago. It had been in a sealed and unmarked envelope, which in itself was somecause for alarm. The scripted contents had been a nearly indecipherable scrawl. It read:

Dearest Francesca.


we are in dire need of your help! Do come immediately.


Your friend,

Mrs. Richard Wyeth Channing

The note had been written by Mrs. Channing, her brother's fiancée's mother. And apparently it had been written in extreme haste, as the handwriting was so poor it might have been executed by a child in grade school, not to mention the fact that the envelope had not carried Abigail Channing's name or address. Francesca had not a doubt that the Channings were in trouble.

But how?

She smiled bravely at the doorman. "Jonathon, if you do see my mother, is there any chance you might not mention that you have seen me go out?" As she spoke, she glanced guiltily down the hall, where huge Corinthian pillars were set at intervals until a wide white alabaster staircase led to the three floors above. She had badly burned her right hand while saving the life of Maggie Kennedy—a poor seamstress with whom she was starting to have something of a friendship. Now it was thoroughly bandaged, and she had been ordered to remain in her bed—or close to it—for an entire week. As much as she had no wish to gain an infection, the doctor had told her two hours ago that she was healing quite nicely. In fact, her hand no longer hurt her at all.

And how could she refuse a call for help from the woman who would one day be her brother's mother-in-law and, by familial extension, a second mother to her?

Francesca was very glad now that she had refused to take laudanum that morning, which she had instead discreetly thrown away. Francesca suspected that her mother was hoping to do far more than merely obey Dr. Finney's instructions to keep her at home for an entire week. She thought, butcould not prove, that Julia wished to dull her own daughter's personality with the laudanum, in the hope of keeping her out of further jeopardy and any more criminal investigations. Her entire family had been thoroughly undone by this latest incident; in fact, almost everyone she knew was quite upset that she had been so badly hurt while attempting to protect Mrs. Kennedy.

Jonathon had turned white, apparently rather fearful of her mother. "Miss Cahill, er, if she does ask—"

"You have not seen me," she instructed with a cheerful smile, as she was simply thrilled to have a new case on her hands. "I promise you, Jonathon, no harm will come of it. My mother is quite used to my headstrong and independent ways."

Jonathon looked very unhappy indeed.

Taking a big breath, Francesca stepped outside into the frigidly cold air, the huge front door closing behind her. Her right hand was bandaged and so she wore only one glove on her left. She began to smile, a bit exultant. It was a rare day indeed that one outwitted Julia Van Wyck Cahill.

Of course, she must not gloat. There was serious business ahead, if her instincts served her.

The sweeping front lawns were crusted with hard, white snow. Francesca paused below the front steps, sighing with relief. Her gaze swept past the circular drive, the wroughtiron gates, and the light vehicular traffic on Fifth Avenue. A four-in-hand was coming down the street, as were two hansoms and a very elegant brougham. Even from this distance, she could see past the trees bordering Central Park, and several horseback riders were on the riding path, while a woman and two children strolled beside it. It was actually, in spite of the cold, a beautiful day.

And then a man she had quickly come to despise—and fear—spoke into her ear.

"Good afternoon, Miss Cahill. It is a beautiful day, is it not?"

Francesca nearly jumped out of her skin as she whirled to find Arthur Kurland, the dastardly reporter from The Sun,standing behind her. He had been hiding behind two mansize Greek urns just below the mansion's front steps.

Francesca was breathless. This man was extremely skilled at uncovering secrets, and she certainly had a secret or two that she wished to hide. She tried to smile. "Mr. Kurland. Were you about to call on someone in my family—or were you lurking about the hedges trespassing?"

He smiled and stepped forward. He was in his thirties, dark-haired, and of a medium build. His appearance was nondescript. But there was nothing nondescript about the articles he wrote for The Sun or his perceptiveness and acuity. The man missed nothing—unfortunately. "I suppose I am guilty as charged." He grinned. "I am waiting for you, Miss Cahill."

"Then you are wasting your time, as I have had a touch of the flu and I have nothing interesting to report to you." She started walking briskly down the drive toward the avenue. Her intention was to hail a cab, as her father, Andrew Cahill, had his coach and Julia would be out to lunch shortly in the other Cahill vehicle.

"Surely the police commissioner brought you some interesting news for me to scoop," he said, falling into step beside her. He smiled. "I do believe he has called on you every day since the Cross Murderer was apprehended. What happened to your hand?"

Francesca halted in midstride, facing him with a dreadful feeling. Was he insinuating something? He had seen her and Bragg together too many times to count—they had investigated three politically sensitive cases together, starting with the Burton Abduction.

"Miss Cahill?" Arthur Kurland gripped her arm. "It is so interesting—but hardly newsworthy—that Commissioner Bragg has been calling on you every day since the Cross Murderer was incarcerated. Or is it newsworthy?" He grinned.

"If the commissioner's social life is newsworthy, then you are in dire trouble, indeed, as a newsman," she said tartly. "Bragg goes way back with my father, in case you did not know."

"I know all about your father's political associations. He is even closer to Bragg's father, Rathe Bragg, who has just returned to the city, by the way."

Francesca started. Bragg hadn't said a word about his father returning to the city.

Kurland grinned. "An exchange of information, Miss Cahill. You do recall how we work? I give you something, and you give me something."

She had been conned by this man once before, with the terrible consequence of betraying Bragg's brother Calder Hart. She fought to recover from her surprise. "I truly have no information for you."

"Somehow, I doubt that," he said as she began walking even more briskly toward Fifth Avenue. He kept pace with her. "I think Bragg has been making condolence calls. Did you know that the Cross Murderer is in Bellevue Hospital, with second-degree burns?"

"Really?" Francesca was cool, hardly feigning surprise.

He smiled again. "What happened to your hand, Miss Cahill?"

"I broke it," she snapped, but her anger was only a mask for her fear.

"Why do I always get the most distinct impression that you are hiding something from me?" he asked, with obvious delight. "Why do I have the strongest feeling that you and Bragg are hiding something from me—from the city?"

She didn't have to look at him to know that he was grinning. "You are like a gnat," she said very rudely. "No one is hiding anything."

"Not really. But I do have a sting, my dear, one that can be fatal."

She froze in midstep and faced him. Real fear seized her. This man was a prize-winning journalist. And he had no compunctions, no morals. It was only a matter of time before he pieced together the puzzle of all of their lives. And then what?

Her heart beat hard. "What do you want?"

"Tell me something important, something that I do not know." His eyes were suddenly hard.

"I have nothing to tell," she said tersely.

"Really? Then why is guilt written all over your face?" Kurland asked.

If she gave him what he wanted, he would be satisfied and go—at least for now. "Very well. You win. But you shall owe me for this."

He whipped out a small notepad and a lead pencil. "Yes?" he asked eagerly.

"I stopped the Cross Murderer from striking again. I am the one who set the fire, and that is why my hand is burned."

He began to smile at her. "I knew you were involved, Miss Cahill. I simply knew it."

"How clever of you," she said, feeling ill. She would make the news yet again, and her family would not be happy about it.

"You see, a street urchin was handing these out yesterday not far from Union Square." He reached into his pocket and handed her a calling card.

Of course she recognized it. After all, it was hers.

It read:

Francesca Cahill Crime-Solver Extraordinaire No. 810 Fifth Avenue, New York City All Cases Accepted, No Crime Too Small

The Channings daringly lived on the West Side, which residents like Francesca felt was akin to Texas or the moon, as it was so distant and remote from the rest of the city. Francesca had been shaken from her encounter with Kurland but resolutely dismissed it from her mind. Sarah Channing had become a good friend since her engagement to Francesca's brother, Evan. Although they were nothing at all alike in appearance or manner, Sarah and Francesca were actually quite alike. Sarah was a passionate artist and, in fact, a bohemian at heart. Like Francesca, she had no use for society, its rules, displays, and etiquette. In fact, quite shockingly,Francesca had heard Sarah say she wished to never marry. Francesca had recently decided that she would never marry, either, never mind her mother's plans. If Sarah's mother was in trouble, Francesca was determined to help. And it never crossed her mind that she might not be able to do so.

Francesca paid her cab fare and approached the mansion, which was quite new and horrendously Gothic, not to mention huge. The horse trotted away as a trolley approached, its bells clanging. Francesca paused on the top step before a pair of wooden doors that would have been beautiful had they not had gargoyle heads in each center. When Sarah's father had died, her mother, a rather frivolous and harmless socialite, had inherited his millions and promptly built their new house. Mrs. Channing was not known for her elegance or good taste.

Francesca's knock was promptly answered, and she was told by the doorman that neither Miss nor Mrs. Channing was receiving visitors. "Would you care to leave your card?" the liveried doorman asked. His uniform was red and gold.

Francesca realized with dismay that Sarah must be at work in her studio. Although one would never know it to look at her, given her plain appearance and shy demeanor, she was a brilliant, even passionate and bold painter. "Actually, I received a note from Mrs. Channing, and I do believe that she will see me."

"I am afraid that she is in her rooms and has said that she will not come down," the doorman said gravely.

A butler sailed into the entry hall. "Goodard? Who is it?"

"A Miss Francesca Cahill."

The butler sailed to a stop before her. "Mrs. Channing will see Miss Cahill, Goodard." He gave the doorman a significant look. "Due to the Crisis," he said.

"There is a crisis?" Francesca asked quickly.

"I shall inform Mrs. Channing that you are here," the heavyset butler intoned gravely.

"Harold? Who is it?"

Francesca stepped forward at the sound of Mrs. Channing's voice. A not-quite pretty woman with reddish blondhair who was extremely well-dressed, yet overdressed, and who somehow reminded one of a flighty and mindless bird was entering the foyer, her slippers clicking on the marble floors. "Francesca! Thank God!" She clapped her hands together, but tears filled her wide eyes. One of her rings was a diamond the size of an acorn.

Francesca smiled. "Hello, Mrs. Channing. I received your note. Are you all right?"

Abigail Channing shook her head wordlessly. She rushed to Francesca, her teal skirts billowing about her. "Thank the Lord you are here!" she cried. "I have been praying that you would come!"

Francesca looked into her widened eyes—as there was little else to do, with the other woman's face a mere two inches from her own. "Is everything all right, Mrs. Channing? You seem upset."

"I am hardly upset—I am at my wits' end, at a complete loss."

"What has happened, Mrs. Channing?"

"We are in the midst of a disaster," Mrs. Channing said, tears coming to her dark eyes. "I told Sarah we should call for you! But she refused, saying you were recovering from that horrid encounter with that Cross Killer, that we must not disturb you! But you are a sleuth, and we do need a sleuth now, so I sent you that note! You see, the police were here, but I do not think they care at all to help us."

"What has happened?" Francesca repeated, thinking there must have been a crime. A familiar tingle was now running up and down her spine.

"Come with me!" Mrs. Channing exclaimed hoarsely. "This is something that words cannot do justice to, that words cannot describe." And she slipped free of Francesca's arm and began hurrying into the hall.

Francesca started and followed, not bothering to hand off her coat, hat, and single glove. What could have possibly happened? Had a bedchamber sneak been at his work? This was the most common kind of crime in the homes of the rich. She quickly realized, as they moved down one hall andthen another, that they were not heading in the direction of a bedroom, as all bedrooms would be on the second floor. They were moving toward Sarah's studio. She was perplexed.

If not a burglar, then what else had transpired?

Suddenly Mrs. Channing turned and placed her back against the door of Sarah's studio, as if to bar the way. "Prepare yourself," she warned rather theatrically. But her eyes were huge with dismay.

Francesca nodded, more than intrigued now—she was worried. Apprehension filled her. "Is Sarah all right?"

"Sarah has taken to her rooms, and she will not come out," Mrs. Channing said.

Francesca stared.

Mrs. Channing gave her an abrupt nod as if to say, "Oh yes, this is grave indeed," and she thrust open the door.

Francesca stepped inside. The room was all windows, a true artist's studio, so it was brilliantly lit. She cried out.

Someone had been on a rampage in the large, airy room.

At a glance, it appeared to have been ransacked.

Canvases, palettes, paints, and jars were overturned. Two windows were broken, as if someone had smashed them with an ax or thrown an object through them. Glass covered the floor by them. Paint in the primary hues had been splattered across the floor and walls, the effect vivid, brilliant, disturbing. Because amid the yellows, blues, and greens there was dark, dark red and slashes of black. It was almost as if another artist had formed an abstract collage of colors upon the floor.

And for one instant, Francesca thought the red was blood.

She rushed forward, kneeling, dabbing her finger into one drying pool of dark red. It was paint, not blood. Relief flooded her instantly.

Then she saw the canvas lying faceup on the floor.

Whatever that canvas had once been, it was now unrecognizable. It had been saturated with the same dark red paint that looked exactly like blood, and then it had been slashed into ribbons.

Copyright © 2002 by Brenda Joyce Dreams Unlimited, Inc.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 23, 2011

    Nook Fail

    Why is this the only book in the series that is not on Nook? I was really getting into this series and then it just stopped. I'm about to give up on Nook because this is constantly happening to me. Along with e-book prices. E-books are the same in price as the ones you could get in a book store. So what is the point of an e-books if I could find it somewhere else for the same price and the whole series?

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 16, 2002


    I read this book (enjoyed the other 3) hoping that this would bring an end to the questions that I had since the first book. It has now gone from series to soap opera. Reminds me of the soap operas that have a person near death for 3 MONTHS or more. End it already!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 29, 2002

    Love the Series, But Want an Answer to the "which one" question

    I have really enjoyed this series. I also like the little love triangle that has been woven into the plot. Secretly, I am hoping for Calder (he needs someone to understand him). I cannot wait until the next book, but I do hope that the next one will be the last one, or the next to the last. I just don't know how much longer I can be kept in suspence on who will end up with the lovely Franchescia Cahill.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 29, 2002

    Rick or Calder

    I love this book. I am truly wishing for Rick to find a way to divorce his money grubbing wife. She should not have been included in this book but I can understand the reason why BJ decided to include her (I just hope it is to close their relationship). The book is a fantastic series between two brothers fighting for the affection of one young, beautiful and determined woman.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 20, 2002

    Can't Wait for the next book!!!

    This one was the best of the lot! Will Fran end up with Calder? (I hope so, he is soooo yummy, I love a bad boy) The series started out a little slow, but I was hooked by the second book, now I'm waiting with baited breath for the next. Ms. Joyce you have outdone yourself with this series. These will definitly go on my 'Keepers' shelf. Write On!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 11, 2002

    The Excitement Continues

    Brenda Joyce has done it again -- left me wanting more at the end of the book!! The plot is as well-written as the first three in the series and the 'love triangle' between Francesca, Rick and Calder has notched up the tension between them even further. Lots of romance, intrigue and action . . .I can hardly wait until the next book!

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