Not By Sight (Paperback)Kate Breslin
In the spring of 1917, all of Britain's attention is on the WWI war front and the thousands of young men serving their country on the front lines. Jack Benningham, dashing heir to the Earl of Stonebrooke, is young and able-bodied but refuses to enlist despite the contempt of his peers.
A wealthy young suffragette, Grace Mabry will do anything to assist her country's cause. Men like Jack infuriate her when she thinks of her own brother fighting in the trenches of France, so she has no reservations about handing him a white feather of cowardice at a posh masquerade ball.
But Grace could not anticipate the danger and betrayal set into motion by her actions, and soon she and Jack are forced to learn the true meaning of courage when the war raging overseas suddenly strikes much closer to home and their fervent beliefs become a matter of life and death.
About the Author
A Florida girl who migrated to the Pacific Northwest, Kate Breslin was a bookseller for many years. She is the author of For Such a Time and lives with her husband in Seattle, Washington.
Size140 x 216 mm
Number of Pages400 pp
PublisherBaker Book House
CHETFIELD HOUSE, MAYFAIR
Her father would never forgive her.
Grace Elizabeth Mabry stood in her flowing green costume
on the steps outside the grand London home of Lady Eleanor
Bassett, Dowager Countess of Avonshire, and clutched a tiny
gold box to her chest. She knew the “gifts” she was about to
bestow on the unsuspecting cowards inside would ruin Patrick
Mabry’s hope that his daughter would ever gain acceptance
into polite society.
All those months at finishing school, destroyed in a single act.
“Are you ready with your feathers, miss? No second thoughts?”
Grace tightened her grip on the gold box and glanced at
the costumed sprite beside her. “I am committed to this cause,
Agnes. ‘For King, For Country, For Freedom.’ Didn’t Mrs.
Pankhurst say those very words at our suffrage rally yesterday?”
Agnes nodded. “And for Colin?”
Grace smiled. Agnes Pierpont was more a friend to her than
lady’s maid. “For my brother most of all,” she said. “And the
sooner we get inside and complete our task, the quicker we’ll
help to win this war. Then Colin can come home.”
And Mother would have been so proud, had she lived. Grace
blinked back unexpected tears. The year since Lillian Mabry’s
death from tuberculosis had been diffcult. Colin’s enlistment
had only aggravated their gentle mother’s condition. Yet Grace
was proud of her brother. He did his duty for Britain. Just
as she must do hers, in any way possible—including today’s
Three Rolls-Royce automobiles drew up the street in front of
the mansion. Pressing a gloved fist to the bodice of her gown,
Grace watched a boisterous crowd of costumed men and women
spill out of the cars.