Maid of Secrets

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In this “lively and fast-paced debut” with “plenty of action and plot twists” (Kirkus Reviews), a secret society of young women make up Elizabeth I’s most trusted royal guard. If God won’t save the Queen…they will.

Orphan Meg Fellowes makes her living picking pockets—until she steals from the wrong nobleman. Instead of rotting in prison like she expected, she’s whisked away to the court of Queen Elizabeth and pressed into royal service, where she joins four other remarkable ...

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Overview

In this “lively and fast-paced debut” with “plenty of action and plot twists” (Kirkus Reviews), a secret society of young women make up Elizabeth I’s most trusted royal guard. If God won’t save the Queen…they will.

Orphan Meg Fellowes makes her living picking pockets—until she steals from the wrong nobleman. Instead of rotting in prison like she expected, she’s whisked away to the court of Queen Elizabeth and pressed into royal service, where she joins four other remarkable girls in the Maids of Honor, the Queen’s secret society of protectors.

Meg’s natural abilities as a spy prove useful in this time of unrest. The Spanish Court is visiting, and with them come devious plots and hidden political motives. As threats to the kingdom begin to mount, Meg can’t deny her growing attraction to one of the dashing Spanish courtiers. But it’s hard to trust her heart in a place where royal formalities and masked balls hide the truth.

Meg’s mission tests every talent she possesses, even her loyalty to her fellow Maids. With danger lurking around every corner, can she stay alive—and protect the crown?

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"This lively and fast-paced debut has plenty of action and plot twists to keep readers fully engaged."

"Whether recounting her perilous missions or her moral dilemmas, Meg’s first-person narrative is consistently engaging. Meg’s adventure comes to a satisfying conclusion while leaving the door open for sequels."

Children's Literature - Elizabeth Fronk
Seventeen-year-old Meg Fellowes, an orphan and a thief, finds herself at the mercy of Queen Elizabeth’s court. She must choose between spying for the queen or remaining in prison the rest of her life. She finds herself in the Maids of Honor; with four other girls, she is to be trained as a spy. This new group has much promise, but it begins with tedious lessons. When the Queen gives Meg the unique assignment of observing the Spanish delegation, the other girls warn her that the girl spy she has replaced was brutally murdered. Rafe, the handsome Spanish count, is close to Meg’s age. Meg wants to discover more about her assignment, Rafe’s intentions towards her, and information about her parents. This debut novel, praised by fellow young adult authors, has a rich historical setting, as well as potential star-crossed romance and strong friendships between the Maids themselves. However, the rich history gets lost in overly descriptive passages, and the plots of mystery and Meg’s romance are sidetracked with a forbidden romance of Queen Elizabeth. However, teenage female readers who want a hint of romance and danger, and those willing to overlook some of the many descriptions may enjoy this, particularly if more tales of the Maids of Honor are forthcoming. Reviewer: Elizabeth Fronk; Ages 12 up.
Kirkus Reviews
Orphan and talented pickpocket Meg Fellowes gets more excitement than she bargained for when she is appointed spy and maid of honor to none other than Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth I in this swashbuckling tale of murder and intrigue in high places. Meg is violently snatched away from her street life as a member of the Golden Rose acting troupe and taken to Windsor Castle by the sinister Sir William Cecil. There she joins a select cadre of young girls being trained as spies and guardians of the queen's honor. This is a challenge for Meg as, although she has the power of total recall, she has never learned to read. The story plays out against a backdrop of rivalry and betrayal among courtiers vying for the queen's favor, the tricky foreign nobles she has to manage and the maids themselves, who are by turns supportive and ruthless. Meg's twin talents of total recall of speech and sleight of hand ultimately keep her in good standing with the court's powers that be, and her quick wits and loyalty to her monarch save her from a nasty fate in a flooded basement prison cell. This lively and fast-paced debut has plenty of action and plot twists to keep readers fully engaged. (Historical fiction. 12-17)
Booklist
"Whether recounting her perilous missions or her moral dilemmas, Meg’s first-person narrative is consistently engaging. Meg’s adventure comes to a satisfying conclusion while leaving the door open for sequels."
School Library Journal
Gr 9 Up—At 17, Meg Fellowes has been an orphan and a criminal for many years. After the queen's own men capture her, she finds herself not in the dungeon but being trained with four other maids to be part of the Maids of Honor, Queen Elizabeth I's all-female protectors. Each spy has her own skills, and Meg's uncanny ability to repeat any conversation she hears soon gets the attention of her trainer, Cecil, and the queen. However, it also puts her in a tough position when she learns a secret about the monarch's heart. Meg has also become distracted by the mysterious death of the girl who held her position before her, the dashing Count de Martine from Spain, and trying to avoid marriage. Though she finds a way to escape from the castle, she chooses to stay for her friends and for the information she has started to glean about her parents, leading her to gain the goodwill of the queen with her plot to catch a spy from Spain. This novel encompasses all the glory, excess, and intrigue of Queen Elizabeth I's reign; the issues surrounding Catholicism versus the Church of England; and the poor relationship between Spain and England. Full of adventure and romance and starring a very likable, spunky protagonist, this is an enjoyable historical read.—Clare A. Dombrowski, Amesbury Public Library, MA
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781442441385
  • Publisher: Simon & Schuster Books For Young Readers
  • Publication date: 5/7/2013
  • Series: Maids of Honor Series
  • Pages: 406
  • Sales rank: 937,574
  • Age range: 12 - 17 Years
  • Lexile: 850L (what's this?)
  • Product dimensions: 5.94 (w) x 8.32 (h) x 1.34 (d)

Meet the Author

Jennifer McGowan was born in Ohio, grew up in Montana, and studied in Paris. She fell in love with the Elizabethan era as a college student, and is now an unrepentant scholar of that period, happily splitting her time between the past and present. An RWA Golden Heart Award winner and multiple finalist, Jenn is the author of Maid of Secrets and the Maids of Honor enovella A Thief Before Christmas. She lives in Ohio. Visit her (and the Maids of Honor) at JenniferMcGowan.com.

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Maid of Secrets


  • CHAPTER ONE

APRIL 1559

LONDON, ENGLAND

Mule-brained Tommy Farrow would ruin everything.

To my credit I didn’t even flinch as I caught sight of the boy’s white-blond hair bouncing through the crowd. I’d been trained better than that. But the fat purse I’d just lifted from an unsuspecting lord now felt too heavy in my hand. I shoved it deep into the folds of my overskirt with perhaps a bit more force than necessary.

Stepping away from my mark, I smiled easily and strolled forward a few lazy paces along the crowd’s edge; just another young English lady, out enjoying the day’s spectacle.

No one so much as glanced at me.

I ducked under a faded coronation banner that still whipped proudly above a milliner’s storefront, and paused to scan the knot of Londoners clumped together in the inn’s courtyard. Tommy wasn’t hard to spot.

Where is the silly little bit going?

The youngest—and by far the most hopeless—thief in the Golden Rose acting troupe could barely pick the pocket of the simplest of villagers, but this was Londontown. With his mutton hands and clumsy feet and a mouth that galloped well ahead of his brain, Tommy would be branded a thief before he’d bobbed his first lord. And then he’d be branded in fire, a white-hot poker pressed into the soft skin of his hand, forever announcing him a criminal.

My mouth tightened into a grim line. No child deserved that. No matter how straw-headed.

I threaded my way through the gawkers, steadying my nerves by snipping off another loose bauble from a velvet sleeve as I passed. Then the tuft of blond hair abruptly changed course in the crowd, and panic squeezed my heart.

For Tommy, who couldn’t tie his own breeches without getting his fingers trapped, crowds were a disaster. The boy somehow always went after the one mark in the mob who’d never be taken in by his sweet-faced charm and big blue eyes.

Show Tommy a hundred people to fleece, and he’d always choose the worst. It was almost a gift.

Truly. I’d seen the boy target magistrates and nuns.

Now, judging from the purposeful stride of his small, pumping body, Tommy had already picked out his next unlikely victim. I followed the child’s line of sight. And then I did flinch.

Tommy was heading straight for the Queen’s court.

More specifically, toward a hawk-faced scowler dressed all in black, bundled in a thick wool cape and in heavy trunk hose despite the balmy spring afternoon. I’d heard the man called Sir William, even as I’d brushed by him naught but an hour earlier. He looked like he was perpetually in a bad mood, as pale and sour as spoiled milk. The type of man who expected bad things to happen.

So I’d stolen his purse.

Sir William had been making a fine art out of flashing a temptingly round money pouch, loosely attached to his belt. He’d displayed the heavy bag no fewer than a dozen times with a toss of his cape. It was a folly, of course, meant to draw the eye and the errant hands of a thief, whom Sir William could then catch in the act and punish publicly. Our new Queen, as it turned out, hated thieves.

Sir William’s smaller purse, discreetly tucked against his side, was the real prize. Or it had been, until I’d nicked that pouch without the good lord realizing it . . . which meant that Tommy still had a gift for picking the wrong mark.

Figure it out, Tommy . . . .

A sudden spill of people jostled in front of me, blocking my view. For the first time ever I wished a teeming crowd had not turned out to watch our company’s afternoon performance.

The Golden Rose acting troupe had become London’s newest sensation—and not a moment too soon. Grandfather, God rest his soul, had always forbidden us to perform in any of the larger cities. But the young and dashing James McDonald was our troupe master now, and he’d seen the truth of things quickly enough: With the crowning of a new, triumphant Queen, no one much cared for traveling actors anymore. The village folk were giving all their time—and their money—to bards with stories of London and its new royal court. All eyes had turned to the capital city. To survive, that’s where we had to be as well.

And without question, we’d never had larger crowds for our shows than here in Londontown, or riper pickings. Surely, Grandfather would understand.

Just today, in truth, as we performed in the sprawling courtyard of the White Lion Inn, we’d won the ultimate boon. The dazzling Queen Elizabeth and her court of fools had taken it into their heads to walk the city’s streets and mingle with the common folk. Even now they tarried to watch our company shout our way through the second act of our most popular play, The Beggared Lord.

We’d felt the court’s royal presence before we’d even been able to see it, like the quickening breeze of a seaborne storm. Gap-toothed urchins, worn-faced merchant’s wives, even sharp-eyed hucksters, had all tensed with expectation, eager to see the new young Queen. I confess I stared as well. She was nothing short of awe-inspiring, our Elizabeth. Young and powerful. Radiant. Gloriously free to do whatever she wanted.

With her arrival the crowd had swelled to bursting. I’d caught Master James’s knowing nod, and had set to work among the smug-lipped lords. In no time at all, I’d secreted away a fortnight’s worth of their coin beneath my skirt’s heavy cloth.

Master James would be proud. I smiled just thinking on that.

But if Tommy picked the wrong pocket, the blessing of the Queen’s presence would become our curse. Even if the boy didn’t come away with Sir William’s purse successfully, he would be detained for trying. Searched.

And though Tommy wouldn’t have Sir William’s money on him, he’d probably managed to lift someone’s silver this day. Which would be aught that was needed to doom us all. Unless I moved quickly, there would be twenty branded thumbs before the day’s end—the Crown’s punishment of choice for first-time offenders.

And that was if we were lucky. If the Queen wasn’t feeling indulgent, our plights could be far, far worse. Gibbets. The stocks. The whistle of whip leather cutting into flesh.

My stomach clenched and I plunged forward into the crowd, locating Tommy anew when he stepped deliberately into the outermost ranks of royal courtiers. With a nonchalance I’d perfected over long years, I moved ever closer to him, my steps meandering and my manner harmless. This was an act I knew all too well.

Because I was female, I was forbidden to play a true role as a Golden Rose actor before the crowd. Instead, I’d honed my theatre craft in the crowd.

I was a fine and laughing lady, a guileless merchant’s daughter, a scornful fishmonger’s wife. I mimicked those around me easily, be they farmers, freemen, or fools. To a one I smiled, nodded . . . then picked their pockets.

By all accounts, you could say I stole the show.

I reached Tommy just as I saw his tiny hand flash out toward Sir William’s false purse, brushing the man’s coat but missing the purse entirely. Then I heard the turning harrumph of Tommy’s target. The boy had committed no crime, yet that still might not save him.

Moving quickly, I yanked a heavy brooch out of my bodice and swirled forth in a fluster, praying that my carefully painted face still gave the impression of sophistication far beyond my seventeen years.

“What, ho, young man. You found it!” I cried, even as Sir William’s head jerked up at the interruption, his cold gaze flashing over me as I reached out, clasping my hands over Tommy’s and pressing the brooch into his dirty palm. “My sweet and heavenly days, this is some great luck. What a wonderful lad you are, for finding my lost treasure!”

Even Tommy realized something had gone terribly wrong. “ ’T-tis nothing, m’lady. I saw it shining in the dirt?” he said hopefully, his wide eyes desperate as he proffered the brooch back to me.

“And shine it would!” I beamed, taking the bit of jewelry with great show. “You’ve done very, very well. You should be proud of yourself.”

Tommy nearly fainted with relief, his grin huge and heartfelt. God love the boy, he did try.

As I cooed and fluttered, however, I could feel the chilly grey censure of Sir William, hovering like a soft-gloved hand over my throat, ready to squeeze. Panic clawed through me, but I kept my voice steady, my eyes bright.

“There now. Off you go,” I said, plucking a coin from the largest purse in my carefully sewn pockets, and forcing myself not to smirk. I was paying Tommy with Sir William’s own coin, of all the grand irony. Swiftly I pressed the shilling into Tommy’s hand. “Run along and get yourself a pasty, sweetling, and tell your mum ’twas a gift for being the smartest of boys.”

“I will! I will, then! Thank you!”

As Tommy dashed away, shouting with his good fortune, I turned smartly in the other direction and clutched the brooch to my chest, a fine lady with her riches restored. I went five long paces, then stepped into a deep and shadowed doorway, holding my breath as I glanced back.

I needn’t have worried. With The Beggared Lord to draw the people’s attention, no one paid any heed to a little boy running through the crowd, or to the woman who’d rewarded him so generously.

Even Sir William watched the play now, a curiously soft, secret smile on the man’s thin lips. I offered him my own mocking smile from the shadows. Look your fill, you old goat.

I had no way of knowing his smile would be my undoing.

After allowing another few minutes to pass, I rolled out of the doorway, taking pains not to clink as I drifted through the crowd. Master James and I exchanged another nod as I passed, even as the crowd burst into rowdy applause. Had he seen me save Tommy’s thumbs? Had I impressed him?

The sudden heat that swept through me at that thought made me wince, and I looked away hastily. Not for the first time, I decided that I cared too much what our new young troupe master thought.

I lifted my chin, once more immersing myself in my role as a worldly merchant’s wife—whose husband was conveniently away on the Continent, and ergo not complaining night and day like all the husbands I’d ever seen.

Pish on Master James. There was no harm in being glad he’d noticed my accomplishments, but that was as far as it could go. Master James was smart and handsome, to be sure—particularly this day in his deep black velvet doublet and slashed trunks, with his roguish grin and curling chestnut hair and bright green eyes. And, yes, he was doing a fine job as Grandfather’s replacement, safeguarding our traveling license and ensuring that our troupe of twenty-odd actors and their families did their jobs and ate their fill. There was much to recommend him, but he was still male. In the eyes of Queen and country, that meant he was my better. Should I ever be so stupid as to marry, my husband would own me like I was some prize goat . . . or, worse, a sturdy cow.

I’d lived my life more or less as I’d wanted these past seventeen years. I could not imagine suddenly shackling myself to any man, for any reason. So, to me, Master James could only be a troupe master, nothing more and nothing less.

And he would owe me for this day’s work. I grinned as I hauled my gold-laden skirts up a short stone staircase to gaze over the Thames, the last lines of The Beggared Lord booming out behind me. Grandfather had always worried too much about the dangers the cities held for our company. And for what? London had welcomed us with open arms—and pockets—and I’d never felt more right with the world.

As my skills had sharpened dramatically over the past several months, I’d proven my worth to the troupe twelve times over. Soon Master James would promote me to lead the street thieves, and then I could begin keeping a portion of our profits for myself. Within three years—fewer if we kept to larger cities—I’d have enough coin to live anywhere, be anyone.

That thought was almost too much to think about. I hugged it to me close, a hidden dream.

Then I straightened, pressing my hands to the small of my back to counterbalance my heavy skirts, as acclaim for the Golden Rose troupe thundered through the courtyard behind me. I had no time for dreaming. There were riches to be sorted and sold, and plans to be made for our next performance. Master James relied on me more with each passing day. And if he hadn’t seen my work with Tommy, I’d be the first to tell him about it, and I’d bury my blushes in gold. Everything was moving forward the way it should, and I was at the pinnacle of my abilities: subtle, skillful, and—in my own way—wondrously free.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 8, 2013

    I loved this book! It had just the right amount of mystery and t

    I loved this book! It had just the right amount of mystery and thrill, balanced with romance and excitement. It was as good as I'd hoped and more.

    There are a few things I love in books, things that usually keep me glued to the page. One is historical fiction, throwing in a little bit of history and the feel of someplace lost to time. Maid of Secrets took place in Queen Elizabeth's court. Another is mystery, preferably a murder mystery, it gives off just the right amount of eerie, intriguing and dashingly dangerous. Maid of Secrets gave us the gruesome tale of poor Marie. And romance is of course something I can never get enough of. For that, Maid of Secrets gave us Rafe. Lovely, lovely Rafe..

    *coughs* Erh-hem, yes where was I?

    The story was fantastic and I never knew what would happen next. Each of the characters was unique and well thought out and they really brought the story to life. I loved the idea of the maids and thought each of their talents fit perfectly together. Rafe was a totally crush-worthy man and I loved any scene that had him in it. All the characters were fantastic and Meg was superb as the MC. I didn't want this book to end and I'm so glad this a series so I continue to be a part of this fantastic story.

    Maid of Secrets grabbed me from the get-go and that didn't ease until I'd taken in the final words, on the final page. I absolutely adored this book and cannot wait for the rest in the series! Thank you Jennifer McGowan, for writing such a fabulous tale! This is set to be one of my top book series!

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