Princess Elizabeth's Spy (Maggie Hope Series #2)

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Susan Elia MacNeal introduced the remarkable Maggie Hope in her acclaimed debut, Mr. Churchill’s Secretary. Now Maggie returns to protect Britain’s beloved royals against an international plot—one that could change the course of history.
 
As World War II sweeps the continent and England steels itself against German attack, Maggie Hope, former secretary to Prime Minister Winston Churchill, completes her training to become a spy for MI-5. ...
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Overview

Susan Elia MacNeal introduced the remarkable Maggie Hope in her acclaimed debut, Mr. Churchill’s Secretary. Now Maggie returns to protect Britain’s beloved royals against an international plot—one that could change the course of history.
 
As World War II sweeps the continent and England steels itself against German attack, Maggie Hope, former secretary to Prime Minister Winston Churchill, completes her training to become a spy for MI-5. Spirited, strong-willed, and possessing one of the sharpest minds in government for mathematics and code-breaking, she fully expects to be sent abroad to gather intelligence for the British front. Instead, to her great disappointment, she is dispatched to go undercover at Windsor Castle, where she will tutor the young Princess Elizabeth in math. Yet castle life quickly proves more dangerous—and deadly—than Maggie ever expected. The upstairs-downstairs world at Windsor is thrown into disarray by a shocking murder, which draws Maggie into a vast conspiracy that places the entire royal family in peril. And as she races to save England from a most disturbing fate, Maggie realizes that a quick wit is her best defense, and that the smallest clues can unravel the biggest secrets, even within her own family.

Praise for Mr. Churchill’s Secretary
 
“Delightful may seem a strange word to describe a novel that takes place against the backdrop of the bombings of London during World War II, but it’s appropriate for this debut novel. . . . As sweet as it is intriguing.”—USA Today
 
“A captivating, post-feminist picture of England during its finest hour.”—The Denver Post
 
“Daring . . . Blends meticulous research on the era, psychological insight into Winston Churchill, and the creation of a riveting main character, Maggie Hope, into a spectacularly crafted novel.”—Bookreporter
 
“A ripping good yarn [that] enthralls and satisfies.”—Richmond Times-Dispatch

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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
Early in WWII, after the Battle of Britain, fears of a German invasion of England remain high in MacNeal’s enjoyable sequel to Mr. Churchill’s Secretary. American expat Maggie Hope, formerly the prime minister’s secretary, is training in Scotland to become a spy for MI5. Dismissive of so-called “women’s work,” Maggie reluctantly accepts her first assignment—to go undercover at Windsor Castle as math tutor to the 14-year-old Princess Elizabeth. After the initial, somewhat slow scene-setting chapters, which depict scheming Nazis as well as the dubious loyalty of the duke and duchess of Windsor, the plot picks up momentum with false starts, double agents, and red herrings. MacNeal provides a vivid view of life both above and below stairs at Windsor Castle. Excerpts from actual news broadcasts and speeches by the future Elizabeth II and Churchill add historical authenticity. Agent: Victoria Skurnick, Levine Greenberg Literary. (Oct.)
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Praise for Mr. Churchill’s Secretary
 
“Delightful may seem a strange word to describe a novel that takes place against the backdrop of the bombings of London during World War II, but it’s appropriate for this debut novel. . . . As sweet as it is intriguing.”—USA Today
 
“A captivating, post-feminist picture of England during its finest hour.”—The Denver Post
 
“Daring . . . Blends meticulous research on the era, psychological insight into Winston Churchill, and the creation of a riveting main character, Maggie Hope, into a spectacularly crafted novel.”—Bookreporter
 
“A ripping good yarn [that] enthralls and satisfies.”—Richmond Times-Dispatch
Library Journal
Churchill and the crew at 10 Downing Street move their fledgling spy, Maggie Hope, into Windsor Castle ostensibly as a math tutor for 14-year-old Princess Elizabeth, but really because they've been alerted to a possible kidnapping plot. While Maggie learns the ins and outs of royal society, she also endears herself to Elizabeth and her sister Margaret by teaching them simple codes and math games. Then one of the ladies-in-waiting is killed on the grounds, and Maggie finds an unexpected clue in the victim's bookcase. As in all good spy thrillers, the clock is ticking, and soon Maggie's job will be more dangerous and complicated than she calculated. VERDICT MacNeal's sophomore historical outing (after Mr. Churchill's Secretary) synchronizes perfectly with the 60th anniversary of Queen Elizabeth II's reign. With a smart, code-breaking mathematician heroine, abundant World War II spy intrigue, and a whiff of romance, this series has real luster. The author leaves readers with a mind-boggling conclusion that hints at Maggie's next assignment.
Kirkus Reviews
A mathematician born in Britain and raised in America adds spying to her resume. Maggie Hope has left her job as a secretary to Winston Churchill to enter MI5's school for spies. Although her grades are stellar, she doesn't do well enough on the physical tests to be sent to France. Instead, MI5 finds a job for her as maths tutor to the Princess Elizabeth so that she can keep an eye on Elizabeth, fondly known as Lilibet, who, as heir to the throne, may be a Nazi target. Maggie arrives at Windsor Castle with a lot on her mind. Her boyfriend has been shot down over Germany, and the father she had long thought dead is working at Bletchley Park--and may be a German spy. Maggie soon becomes a favorite of Lilibet and her younger sister, Margaret, if not their beloved Corgis, and bonds with the large and varied castle staff, both upstairs and downstairs, despite their understandable fears following the recent murder of a friend of the Queen's ladies-in-waiting. As she pokes around, Maggie begins to suspect one of the snobbish ladies of Nazi leanings. Taken under the wing of Lord Gregory Strathcliffe, a badly disfigured RAF pilot, Maggie soon discovers several disquieting things after someone else is killed on the castle grounds. It's good that Maggie is willing to risk her life to protect Lilibet, but will things indeed come to such a pass? Maggie's second adventure (Mr. Churchill's Secretary, 2012) is a romantic thriller detailing the life of the royals during the perilous times of World War II.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780553593624
  • Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 10/16/2012
  • Series: Maggie Hope Series , #2
  • Pages: 384
  • Sales rank: 75,222
  • Product dimensions: 5.32 (w) x 7.78 (h) x 0.82 (d)

Meet the Author

Susan Elia MacNeal is the author of the Maggie Hope mystery series, including her debut novel, Mr. Churchill’s Secretary, Princess Elizabeth’s Spy, and the upcoming Hitler’s Nightingale. She lives in Brooklyn, New York, with her husband and child.

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Prologue

The midday summer sun in Lisbon was dazzling and harsh. But while nearly everyone else was inside taking a siesta, the Duke of Windsor, formerly King Edward VIII of England, kept up his British habits, even on the continent.

He and his wife, Wallis Simpson, the woman for whom he’d abdicated the throne and now known as the Duchess of Windsor, sat outside at the Bar-Café Europa, which catered to tourists and British expats. The town square was nearly empty, except for a young American couple walking arm in arm and a few pigeons strutting and pecking for crumbs in the dust.

Wallis, slender and elegant, wore a scarlet Schiaparelli suit, a bejeweled flamingo brooch, and dark glasses. She sipped a Campari and soda, the ice cubes clinking against one another in her tall glass. Next to her, the Duke, slight and fair-haired, toyed with a tumbler of blood-orange juice and read The Times of London. He was only forty-six, but the strain from the abdication, and subsequent banishment from royal life, made him look older.

A shadow passed over his page. The Duke looked up in annoyance, then smiled broadly when he saw who it was—Walther Schellenberg, Heinrich Himmler’s personal aide and a deputy leader of the Reich Main Security Office.

“Shel! Good to see you—sit down,” the Duke said.

“Thank you, Your Highness,” Schellenberg replied in accented English, sitting down on the delicate wire chair. The Duke and Duchess had befriended Schellenberg on their tours to Germany before the war, visiting with Prince Philip of Hesse and Adolf Hitler.

“Hello, Walther,” Wallis said.

Schellenberg removed his Nazi visor hat, with its skull and crossbones, to reveal thick brown hair parted in the center and glistening with a copious amount of Brylcreem. “Good afternoon, Your Highness. May I say you look particularly beautiful today?” he said to Wallis, a smile softening his angular features.

“Thank you, Shel,” she replied, warming to his use of Your Highness, which Hitler had also used when they’d visited him at the Berghof, his chalet in the Bavarian Alps. Technically, neither Hitler nor Schellenberg needed to address her that way, as she’d never been awarded HRH status by the current king, a snub indeed. His wife, Queen Elizabeth, referred to Wallis only as “that woman.”

As she offered her hand to Schellenberg to be kissed, the scent of L’heure Bleue mixed with Mitsouko—a heady mix of carnations and oakmoss, Wallis’s signature scent—wafted around her in the heat.

“They threw a rock at our window last night, Shel.” The Duke frowned. “Shattered the glass. Could have killed us.”

“I know, sir. Terrible, just terrible.” And he did know—Schellenberg himself had arranged the rock-throwing incident in order to frighten the Windsors, leaving false clues to make it look as though British Intelligence were to blame. If the Windsors were scared enough they’d come around to the Nazis’ point of view, he was certain of it.

“It’s terrible,” Wallis said, smoothing her glossy black hair, cut down the middle with a narrow white part. “They hate us. The British just hate us now.”

“Now, now, dear,” Edward said, reaching over to take her hand. “It’s not the British people. It’s Churchill and his thugs. And my brother and that wife of his. Silly old Bertie as King George VI, indeed. It’s as if I’d never been King!”

“You can’t abdicate and eat it too, dear,” Wallis said with a tight smile.

Schellenberg cleared his throat. “I’ve heard from the Führer.”

“Oh, how lovely!” Wallis exclaimed, extracting a cigarette from a gold case and fitting it in a long ivory holder. The Duke pulled out his lighter and lit it for her; she smiled up at him as she drew her first inhale.

“He gave me a number,” Schellenberg said, knowing quite well the two were having money problems since the abdication. He took a small folded piece of paper from his pocket, put it on the table, and pushed it toward the Duke. If fear alone couldn’t persuade them, perhaps money could.

The Duke of Windsor waited, simply looking at the note for a few heartbeats, then reached for it. Slowly, he picked it up and opened it. He read the number and then handed the slip over to Wallis. She examined it, arching one perfectly plucked and penciled eyebrow, then handed it back.

“Quite a bit of money, Shel,” the Duke said, pushing the paper away.

“But it’s not just about the money, sir,” Schellenberg said, placing the paper in one of the ceramic ashtrays and then lighting it, letting it burn away to ash. “Germany has taken Austria, the Sudetenland, and Poland. We’ve taken the Low Countries and France. When Germany invades England—and it’s just a matter of time before London falls—your people will need you.” He looked to Wallis. “Both of you. You know it’s only a matter of time now. We’re establishing air supremacy, and as soon as we take out the Royal Air Force, we’ll invade. Your younger brother, the present king, has aligned himself with Winston Churchill and his gangsters. He won’t be permitted to stay on the throne, of course.”

“Of course,” Wallis murmured. She had no love for either the King or Queen, who had never acknowledged her and, in her opinion, had taken every opportunity to humiliate her. Why her husband couldn’t have simply stayed on the throne when he’d married her, she would never understand—or forgive.

“And his daughter, Elizabeth, raised with the same propaganda her father espouses, can’t reign either, so . . . And then we’ll need you—both of you,” Schellenberg stressed, “to urge the British to accept German occupation. With you as King, and the Duchess as Queen, of course.”

“It’s not about me, Shel,” the Duke said. “We need to end the war now before thousands are killed and maimed in order to save the faces of a few corrupt politicians. Believe me, with continued heavy bombing, Britain will soon be desperate for peace. The people will panic and turn against Churchill and Eden—and the current King, too, of course. Which presents the perfect opportunity to bring me back as sovereign.” The Duke sighed. “Of course, I can’t officially support any of this, you know.”

“What other options do you have?” Schellenberg asked.

There was a long silence. The Windsors knew they were running out of opportunities.

“Bermuda,” Wallis said finally, rolling her eyes and tapping ashes into a ceramic ashtray crudely painted with a bullfighter holding up a red cape. “Churchill and the present royals want to banish us to that godforsaken little territory. Conveniently out of their way.”

“Then don’t go,” Schellenberg urged. “You have the Führer, and the British people, counting on you to step up. To be their King and Queen.”

The Duke and Duchess locked eyes. “What do you say, dear?” he asked her.

The Duchess took a moment for a long exhale, blowing out a thin stream of blue smoke. It had been a long few years for her. First there was her affair with him, when he’d been the Prince of Wales. The unexpected death of his father, King George V, had been both shocking and painful for both of them. Their relationship nearly collapsed when Edward had taken the throne, crushed by the disapproval of the rest of the royal family.

They’d thought, perhaps foolishly, that once the family got to know her better, they’d accept her. But no. The royal family, in particular the newly crowned George VI and Queen Elizabeth, had made it overwhelmingly clear Edward would never be able to marry her, a two-time American divorcée and a close personal friend of Joachim von Ribbentrop’s, Foreign Minister of Germany, and still stay on the throne.

Edward had chosen her and abdicated—but it had nearly killed him. And it broke her heart to see him made to choose. Their love had survived, but only just. Even in the bright sunshine of Portugal, they had their good days and bad.

“We’re going to enjoy ourselves at the villa of our good friend, Ricardo do Espírito Santo Silva, for now,” she replied, finally. “If—and only if—Germany invades . . .” She shrugged her narrow shoulders.

“—you can count on us to do the right thing,” the Duke finished. “For the British people, of course.”

The three of them nodded.

“Excellent,” said Schellenberg, rising. “That’s what we hoped you’d say. Heil Hitler!”

Chapter One

Bletchley was a small, seemingly inconsequential railway town about fifty miles northwest of London. However, since 1938, the town was also the home of what was officially known as the Government Code and Cipher School. But those in the know referred to it as Station X. Or War Station. Or just the initials B.P., for Bletchley Park.

The Bletchley estate, the former manse of Sir Herbert and Lady Fanny Leon, was a red-brick Victorian monstrosity in a faux-Tudor style. Now, under government control, it bustled with men and women in uniform, as well as civilians—mostly men in baggy wrinkled trousers and herringbone tweed jackets with leather elbow patches. The house’s formerly lush lawns were flattened and worn from all the foot and bicycle traffic. The gardens had been trampled to make room for hastily assembled huts and office buildings.

Although it was a secret to most who worked there, the real business of Bletchley was breaking Nazi military code. The cryptographers at Bletchley Park had a reconstructed Enigma machine used by the Germans (a gift from the Poles), a code key used in the Norway campaign, and two keys used by the Nazi air force. Though they received a huge volume of decrypts, they still couldn’t be used for practical purposes. Under the leadership of Alan Turing, Peter Twinn, and John Jeffreys, they were still waiting and working, hoping for a miracle.

The Nazis thought their codes were unbreakable, and they had good reason to believe so. When a German commander typed in a message, the machine sent electrical impulses through a series of rotating wheels, contacts, and wires to produce the enciphered letters, which lit up on a panel above the keyboard. By typing the resulting code into his own machine, the recipient saw the deciphered message light up letter by letter. The rotors and wires of the machine could be configured in an almost infinite number of ways. The odds against anyone breaking Enigma were a staggering 150 million million million to one.

Benjamin Batey, a graduate of Trinity College at Cambridge with a Ph.D. in logical mathematics, worked in Hut 8 trying to break Nazi naval decrypts. Batey had been toiling away for eight months in the drafty hut. It stank of damp, lime, and coal tar.

His office was one room of a dozen, divided by flimsy partitions made of plywood. The noise from the other workstations drifted about—low conversations, thudding footsteps, a shrill telephone ring, the steady clicks of the Type-X machines in the decoding room.

The harsh fluorescent overhead light cast long shadows across the concrete floor as Batey and his officemate, both youngish men in rumpled corduroy trousers and heavy wool sweaters, worked at mismatched battered wooden desks piled with sheaves of papers. Thick manila folders with top secret stamped in heavy red ink across them were heaped haphazardly on the floor, dirty tea mugs were lined up on the window’s ledge, and steam hissed from the paint-chipped radiator. Blackout curtains hid the view.

Usually a prodigious worker, Batey couldn’t wait to leave. He had a date.

“So, is she an imaginary girl? Or a real one?” asked James Abbot, his officemate. Abbot was young, but his face was pale and drawn, and he had dark purple shadows under his eyes. They all looked like that at Bletchley. Sleep was considered an unnecessary extravagance.

Batey was not amused. “I don’t kiss and tell, old thing,” he said, shrugging into a wool coat and wrapping a striped school scarf around his neck.

“I say,” said Abbot, putting his worn capped-toe oxfords up on the desk and leaning back, “at least comb your hair. Or what’s left of it.”

It was true. Batey might have been only in his late twenties, with a face that still had the plushness of youth, but already his dark hair was receding. It could have been genetics, or the prodigious stress Batey was under as a boffin, as the cryptographers were called at Bletchley. Generally, he was too sleep-deprived and distracted to give his appearance much thought, but it hadn’t gone without noticing that in the confines of B.P., the boffins were at the top of the pecking order, as far as the women there were concerned.

It was the first time Batey had been viewed by the fairer sex in such a positive light, and, suddenly, he was in demand. And so, while at first he believed it was absolute insanity that someone like Victoria Keeley, who turned heads at Bletchley with her tall, slim figure, pale skin, and dark hair, would be interested in someone like him, he’d slowly grown to accept and even appreciate it.

There was a knock at the door. Abbot’s eyebrows raised.

Batey cracked the door open, but it was too late, Abbot had already caught sight of who it was. “Victoria Keeley, Queen of the Teleprincesses—what brings you to our humble abode?” Abbot said, leaning back even farther in his desk chair.

Victoria had a profile as sharp as Katharine Hepburn’s and an aura of offhand glamour that came from being a recent debutante who spoke flawless French and rode and played tennis superbly. “Only a telecountess, Mr. Abbot,” she replied with her best cocktail party smile. “Despite my family’s august lineage, I can’t quite aspire to royalty.”

“Ah, all you lovely girls are princesses to me,” he quipped, grinning at her.

“That’s funny, I’ve heard you say we’re all the same in the dark.” She batted her eyelashes as Abbot gasped and nearly fell over in his chair. “The walls are thin, Mr. Abbot,” she admonished, as he tried to right himself.

She turned to Batey. “Are you ready?” She already had her gray overcoat on and was finishing pinning on her black velvet hat. Batey caught a whiff of the pungent, oily scent of the teletypewriters she worked with all day. It clung to her dress and hair, as alluring to him—on her, at least—as Shalimar or Chanel No. 5.

“Yes,” he said, putting on his felt hat and pulling on leather gloves.

“So, where are you two going?” Abbot asked. He picked up a sheaf of tea-stained papers and rose to his feet. “Mind taking these out for me?”

“Concert,” Batey said, as he accepted the papers. “Bach. Fugues. Bletchley Park String Quartet.”

“Well, have fun, you two,” Abbot said. “Someone has to stay here and mind the shop.”

In the narrow hallway, Victoria pulled Benjamin close. “I thought this day would never end,” she said, nuzzling his neck.

“Not here.” He still needed to dispose of the papers in his hand. There was a room with a shredder, and then all the tiny scraps of paper were put into a large bin marked confidential waste.

She was tall in her heels, and her lips reached his ear easily. “We don’t even have to go to the concert,” she whispered. “I don’t even know how I’d be able to sit through it, knowing . . .”

Her tongue swirled in his ear and Benjamin groaned.

“Let’s go,” he said in a low, anxious voice.

On their way out they saw Christopher Boothby, who worked in the main office, doing administrative work. The two men were wearing the same navy, red, and yellow striped Trinity College scarf. As they passed, Boothby gave the couple a wink and a smile.

Afterward, in Victoria’s tiny bedroom in the drafty cottage she shared with one of the other teleprincesses, Benjamin fell asleep.

As he snored lightly, Victoria slipped out of the warm bed and wrapped herself in her chenille robe. Going to his coat, she rummaged through the pockets, taking the papers he was supposed to have shredded and dropping them into a drawer.

Then she crawled back under the covers and gave him a gentle nudge, then a harder one.

“What?” he mumbled.

“Darling, I’m so dreadfully sorry. But my roommate is such a little priss—and if she catches you here she’ll tell the landlady . . . who won’t approve at all.”

“Sorry?” Benjamin echoed, rubbing his eyes. “Right. Yes, of course,” he said, standing up and pulling on his plaid boxers.

“Thanks ever so much,” she said, “for understanding. Well, and that, too.”

“Oh, thank you.” He stepped into his trousers, his features boyish when he smiled. “You know, I really do want to take you out. A concert, the pictures, a nice dinner—or at least as nice as you can get these days. Please, let me take you somewhere.”

“You’re a sweet boy, Benjamin Batey,” she said with a sigh, getting up and kissing the back of his neck as he finished buttoning his shirt. “A very, very sweet boy.”

She helped him with his coat, scarf, and hat, and then sent him on his way. The door clicked closed and she waited as the sound of his footsteps receded.

Then she picked up the black Bakelite receiver and dialed. “Yes,” she whispered into the telephone, “I have something you’ll want to see. I’m leaving for London now. Should be there in a few hours, give or take. Yes, of course I’ll use an alias.”

Then, “I love you too, darling.”

Claridge’s in London was a large red-brick hotel located in fashionable Mayfair, still elegant despite the removal of all of its lavish wrought-iron railings, which had been taken down to be melted for munitions. After her long train trip in the blackout, Victoria was grateful to check in, under an assumed name, and retire to a warm, damask-swathed room, worlds away from the shabby indignities of Bletchley.

After placing the decrypts carefully on the bed, she went into the marble bathroom and drew a bath, noticing that Claridge’s had “forgotten” the five-inch watermark for hot water rationing. She turned on the tap and out poured a scalding stream, to which she added a liberal handful of sandalwood-scented Hammam Bouquet bath salts. She sighed as she undressed, then slipped her long and elegant limbs into the bath, reclining against the slanted back of the tub. Benjamin was just such an easy target. He was lovely, really. It wasn’t his fault, the poor dear. . . .

The front door clicked open, then closed quietly. With the water still running, Victoria didn’t hear it. Then there was a loud thud. “Darling, is that you?” she called, lifting her head.

There was a silence, then the bathroom door creaked open.

“Darling?” Victoria called, sitting up in the tub.

The shot went directly between her eyes. She slumped back into the bath, bright red blood streaming down her face and into the water, turning the froth pink and then crimson. As her pale slim body slipped down under the bubbles, her mouth fell open into a perfect O of surprise.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 18, 2013

    Princess Elizabeth's Spy (PES) is a major disappointment on the

    Princess Elizabeth's Spy (PES) is a major disappointment on the heels of the eminently enjoyable Mr. Churchill's Secretary (MCS). While the latter was was well-researched, balanced and plausible, PES is weak and even silly, with 5th-grader's prose and -- perhaps even worse -- inexcusably bad editing by Bantam (for shame!).

    For example, it is repeatedly stated that the approach path for the Luftwaffe during the Blitz of London was directly over Windsor Castle, which is actually to the west of London (just west of today's Heathrow Airport); simple research reveals that Luftwaffe pilots would follow the course of the Thames from the Channel inland, as the Thames was readily visible at night in otherwise blacked-out England. Or, on page 299, Gregory finishes and disposes of the same liquor flask, twice. Or, Maggie and friends (don't worry, I won't give away the plot) are able to exit a place unimpeded, which place would have been filled with opponents under any circumstances.

    Even though I wanted to like Maggie and like the book, the overall plot in PES is so predictable as to be almost sophomoric. The construction of the story is splotchy, at times irrelevant, at others banal, and only rarely exciting. Period details are thrown in hither and yon, and seemingly just for the sake of authenticity. And yet, the author feels free to have Maggie interacting with the PM and the royals as if they were her old college mentors; the mere fact of such interactions would have been unheard of at that time, and if they occurred would have been most strictly limited and formal.

    Maggie's history with the Princesses Elizabeth and Margaret was wholly unrealistic, but for this I'm willing to cut the author some slack as an allowable flight of fancy. Elizabeth's conduct as a 14 year old is way off, though; i would be giving away plot to cite details, but let us just say that Elizabeth is not accurately portrayed as a sheltered heir to the throne would, or should, be.

    MCS was an excellent read. PES was not even close. The book feels as if the young author, under pressure to get out a sequel, had sat down and dictated a disjointed and minimally entertaining tale in the space of maybe three weeks. I am no longer looking forward to the further adventures of Maggie Hope, and will choose to spend my book dollars on works which were put together with deliberation, thought and care.

    5 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 29, 2013

    Great Fun to read.

    Enjoyed Maggie's belivable adventures, during WWII.
    Want very much to go on to more of The Maggie Hope Series.
    She is an independent, strong, intelligent young woman.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 22, 2013

    Really Enjoyed!!

    Best read in a while

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  • Posted February 9, 2013

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    Susan Elia MacNeal in her new book, "Princess Elizabeth's S

    Susan Elia MacNeal in her new book, "Princess Elizabeth's Spy" Book Two in the Maggie Hope Mystery series published by Bantam Books takes us back into the life of Maggie Hope.

    From the back cover: Susan Elia MacNeal introduced the remarkable Maggie Hope in her acclaimed debut, Mr. Churchill's Secretary. Now Maggie returns to protect Britain's beloved royals against an international plot--one that could change the course of history.

    As World War II sweeps the continent and England steels itself against German attack, Maggie Hope, former secretary to Prime Minister Winston Churchill, completes her training to become a spy for MI-5. Spirited, strong-willed, and possessing one of the sharpest minds in government for mathematics and code-breaking, she fully expects to be sent abroad to gather intelligence for the British front. Instead, to her great disappointment, she is dispatched to go undercover at Windsor Castle, where she will tutor the young Princess Elizabeth in math. Yet castle life quickly proves more dangerous--and deadly--than Maggie ever expected. The upstairs-downstairs world at Windsor is thrown into disarray by a shocking murder, which draws Maggie into a vast conspiracy that places the entire royal family in peril. And as she races to save England from a most disturbing fate, Maggie realizes that a quick wit is her best defense, and that the smallest clues can unravel the biggest secrets, even within her own family.

    I have not read anything else by Susan Elia MacNeal before bu rest assured I will make up for this oversight. Ms. MacNeal is a wonderful writer who uses very clever plots to absorb us in her writing. History, secret codes, World War II and Nazis all come together in a suspense plot that will keep you guessing as to what is going to happen next. Maggie Hope is working undercover at Windsor Castle and it is more than her life that is at stake, the lives of the royalty of England are at risk as well. Ms. MacNeal has written a nail-biting, page-turning thriller. She also knows how to write a good romance as well as Maggie's fiance is missing in action and presumed killed. Ms. MacNeal creates characters are so real that you care for all of them. "Princess Elizabeth's Spy" is great fun to read. I am so looking forward to the next book in this series.

    Disclosure of Material Connection: I received this book free from Bantam Books. I was not required to write a positive review. The opinions I have expressed are my own. I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission's 16 CFR, Part 255: "Guides Concerning the Use of Endorsements and Testimonials in Advertising."

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  • Posted December 5, 2012

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    Princess Elizabeth¿s Spy Maggie Hope Mystery Book Two By Susan E

    Princess Elizabeth’s Spy
    Maggie Hope Mystery Book Two
    By Susan Elia MacNeal




    In the midst of World War II, Maggie Hope is training to become a spy for MI-5. Her first assignment is to pose as a tutor to Princess Elizabeth in case the Germans decide to come after her since she is the heir to the throne. What she thinks will be a waste of her talents soon turns out to be more than she had bargained for. 




    Maggie Hope is not a hardened spy but a spy in training and through Maggie’s eyes the author brings to life World War II in a unique way as this novice inspector will do anything she can to do her part in the War. Even though Maggie Hope is the main character in this novel the author also brings to life an array of side characters each one bringing a new and interesting perspective on the War. From the young princess’ to the Nazis each character adds new dimension to the story itself making this a truly diversified read. If all of this is not enough for you, there is still an amazing mystery full of plot twists and intrigue. Then just for good measure the author throws in one heck of a twist at the end to guarantee you will come back for more. I was sent a free copy of this book for an honest review.

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  • Posted December 3, 2012

    Really good

    I like English history usually before 1800 but these 2 books were good.
    The history was well researched but a good story line. I think Il iked the first book a little better but this one was good.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 2, 2012

    Loving Maggie Hope!

    Fun, exciting, sit by the fire on a Sunday afternoon read!

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  • Posted November 20, 2012

    Recommend

    I look forward to the next book in this series. A great way to get the feeling of England during those World War II years.

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  • Posted November 10, 2012

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    Princess Elizabeth¿s Spy by Susan Elia Mac­Neal is the sec­ond b

    Princess Elizabeth’s Spy by Susan Elia Mac­Neal is the sec­ond book in the author’s fic­tional series about Mag­gie Hope. As in the first book, Mr. Churchill's Sec­re­tary, this book also takes place in Lon­don dur­ing World War II.

    After sav­ing Eng­land while work­ing as a typ­ist for Win­ston Churchill, Mag­gie Hope has her sights on becom­ing a spy. How­ever, MI5 doesn’t think she has what it takes and kicks her out of spy course. Maggie’s new assign­ment is to keep an eye over the teenaged Princess Eliz­a­beth under the guise of a math tutor.

    Still emo­tion­ally recov­er­ing from dis­cov­er­ing her father is not dead as she thought all her life, Mag­gie now has to deal with roy­alty and worst… royalty’s entourage. As Mag­gie dis­cov­ers, this is not a cushy assign­ment, but one which involves intrigue, kid­nap­ping and murder.

    Princess Elizabeth’s Spy by Susan Elia Mac­Neal more per­son­able and enter­tain­ing than the first novel, maybe because the first was an “ori­gin story” with a series in mind while in this one the large cast of char­ac­ters has already been intro­duced. The pro­tag­o­nist, Mag­gie Hope, grows more in this book, still feisty and strong, but also sen­si­tive – fum­bling her way through the castle.

    I liked the mys­tery and the story, but I think that the way Mag­gie Hope pro­gressed as a char­ac­ter is the true suc­cess of this book. Mag­gie is becom­ing a com­plex woman grow­ing up quickly in a very com­plex time doing an incred­i­bly com­plex job while try­ing to keep her per­sonal life from com­pletely being shred­ded apart.

    While there are cer­tainly his­tor­i­cal fig­ures in the book I would not clas­sify this book as historical-fiction, but rather as a fic­tional story which is tak­ing place in the past. From the author’s note at the end of the book I under­stand that this is the way the author her­self also qual­i­fies the book. That being said, one can get a sense, or a glimpse, of what it was like to live in Eng­land dur­ing World War II, whether in a ham­let or a cas­tle, you were still very restricted but doing all you can to help King and country.

    This is a charm­ing book with an enter­tain­ing premise, a light mys­tery and devel­op­ing recur­ring char­ac­ters. It is a fast, page turner with sev­eral inter­est­ing plot lines keep­ing you on the edge using humor and play­ful­ness to keep the story moving.

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  • Posted August 29, 2014

    not my type of reading

    a nice who done it, but started to drag on after a while. lost page turner 3/4 way through

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  • Posted February 28, 2014

    A great read

    I'm on my third book of this series.I like the historical settings. I was a small child during ww2 and enjoy all the history of it.

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  • Posted February 19, 2014

    I totally enjoyed it because it was so different from most myste

    I totally enjoyed it because it was so different from most mysteries I read.
    She made all the settings so real.



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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 26, 2013

    Great

    Wonderfully researched, tightly written. Great read

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 16, 2013

    Enoyable

    I really enjoyed the first book and although this was not quite as good as the first, it still kept me going to the end and I am looking forward to the next in the series, which I have already purchased. I do love mysteries, especially ones that have a little history added into them. In addition, these books are not full of blood and gore, another plus.

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  • Posted December 15, 2013

    I read "Mr. Churchhill's Secretary" and look forward t

    I read "Mr. Churchhill's Secretary" and look forward to reading this book, too.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 12, 2013

    Is this a book for adults, or for juvenile readers? That is a cl

    Is this a book for adults, or for juvenile readers? That is a clue about quality of this book. The story reads like a Nancy Drew mystery, which I thoroughly enjoyed with I was ten or so. It throws in a tiny amount of sexual innuendo to titillate. I have watched Downton Abbey and The King's Speech, which makes me better versed in English society than this book. Too many things just didn't add up. There were typos - one minute the date in question is 1915, then it is 1917. This happened twice. The cyphering discussion was quite elementary. The author kept referring to Princess Elizabeth as a little girl - but also acknowledged she was 14 years old and writing to Prince Albert. A fourteen year old girl is fully grown and certainly would act a lot more mature than that portrayed in the book. The heroine was insubordinate to her superiors in an unbelievable manner, failed to follow orders, which could have been a good story line except that her actions could have exposed a fellow spy and endangered an ongoing operation. Spoiler alert but not really since the book is spoiled already - what happened to the second bad guy and the sailors? How could they start a fire with bedsheets when anyone knows they just don't burn that well? How could a crummy fire from bedsheets, that goes out when the sprinkler come on, completely disable an entire submarine, including the crews' ability to operate weapons? How come the captain of the sub just didn't dive?

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 19, 2013

    The book is mildly entertaining, but the errors really distract

    The book is mildly entertaining, but the errors really distract from the overall story. The CIA is mentioned, although there was no CIA during WWII; a character empties the flask he's already thrown overboard, etc.
    I do like Maggie, however, and will try one more book.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 23, 2013

    Good read

    I love the character and the storytelling is done well.

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  • Posted June 25, 2013

    Good New Novel

    I enjoyed this just as much as her first novel. If you like english, World War Two spy novels, this is a very good read.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 10, 2013

    Hoped for a better read

    World War II mystery for dummies

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