Read an Excerpt from New Release THE ALICE NETWORK by Kate Quinn!

Have you heard about Kate Quinn's brand-new novel THE ALICE NETWORK yet? It just came out on June 6th from William Morrow // HarperCollins, and the publisher was nice enough to treat BroadwayWorld readers to a special excerpt!

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THE ALICE NETWORK

by Kate Quinn

**ON SALE JUNE 6, 2017**

William Morrow Paperbacks | ISBN: 9780062654199

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In an enthralling new historical novel from national bestselling author Kate Quinn, two women-a female spy recruited to the real-life Alice Network in France during World War I and an unconventional American socialite searching for her cousin in 1947-are brought together in a mesmerizing story of courage and redemption.

1947. In the chaotic aftermath of World War II, American college girl Charlie St. Clair is pregnant, unmarried, and on the verge of being thrown out of her very proper family. She's also nursing a desperate hope that her beloved cousin Rose, who disappeared in Nazi-occupied France during the war, might still be alive. So when Charlie's parents banish her to Europe to have her "little problem" taken care of, Charlie breaks free and heads to London, determined to find out what happened to the cousin she loves like a sister.

1915. A year into the Great War, Eve Gardiner burns to join the fight against the Germans and unexpectedly gets her chance when she's recruited to work as a spy. Sent into enemy-occupied France, she's trained by the mesmerizing Lili, the "Queen of Spies", who manages a vast network of secret agents right under the enemy's nose.

Thirty years later, haunted by the betrayal that ultimately tore apart the Alice Network, Eve spends her days drunk and secluded in her crumbling London house. Until a young American barges in uttering a name Eve hasn't heard in decades, and launches them both on a mission to find the truth...no matter where it leads.

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HERE WE GO!

Night had fallen by the time I staggered, weary and starving, off the train in London. The city rolled out in front of me in one huge dark smoky mass-I had no idea where 10 Hampson Street might be. I had a few coins left in my pocketbook, and as I hailed a cab I prayed it would be enough. I really didn't relish having to yank a pearl off my grandmother's necklace just to pay for a taxi ride. Maybe I shouldn't have left that waitress a whole pound . . . But I wasn't sorry.

The driver took me to what he said was Pimlico and dumped me at a line of tall row houses. It had started to rain in earnest. I looked around for my hallucination, but there was no flash of blond hair. Just a dark street, the spitting rain, the worn steps of number 10 climbing to a dingy peeling door. I hoisted my case, clambered up, and banged the knocker before my courage deserted me.

No answer. I banged again. The rain was falling harder, and despair rose in me like a wave. I pounded and pounded until my fist ached, until I saw the minute twitch of the curtain beside the door.

"I know someone's in there!" I wrenched the door handle, blinded by rain. "Let me in!"

To my surprise the handle turned, and I flew inside, falling at last off my impractical shoes. I hit the floor of the dark hallway on my knees, tearing my stockings, and then the door banged shut and I heard the click of a pistol being cocked.

Her voice was low, graveled, slurred, ferocious. "Who are you, and what the bloody fuck are you doing in my house?"

The streetlamps sent a blurry light through the curtains, half-illuminating the dark hallway. I could see a tall gaunt figure, a straggle of hair, the fiery end of a lit cigarette. The gleam of light off a pistol barrel, pointing straight at me.

I should have been terrified, recoiling from the shock and the gun and the language. But fury had swept aside the last piece of my feel-nothing fog, and I gathered my legs under me to stand, torn stocking snagging. "I'm looking for Evelyn Gardiner."

"I don't care who you're looking for. If you don't tell me why I've got a damned Yank breaking into my house, I'll shoot you. I'm old and I'm drunk, but this is a Luger nine-millimeter P08 in excellent condition. Drunk or sober I can take the back of your skull out at this range."

"I'm Charlie St. Clair." Pushing the wet hair out of my eyes. "My cousin Rose Fournier went missing in France during the war, and you might know how to find her."

Abruptly the electric wall lamp switched on. I blinked in the rush of harsh light. Standing over me was a tall gaunt woman in a faded print dress, her graying hair straggling around a time-ravaged face. She could have been fifty, or she could have been seventy. She had the Luger in one hand and a lit cigarette in the other; she kept the pistol steadily trained on my forehead as she raised the cigarette to her lips and took a long drag. Bile rose in my throat as I saw her hands. Good God, what had happened to her hands?

"I'm Eve Gardiner," she said at last. "And I don't know anything about this cousin of yours."

"You might," I said desperately. "You might-if you'll just talk to me."

"That's your plan, little Yank?" Her hooded storm-gray eyes surveyed me like a contemptuous bird of prey. "Burst into my house at nightfall, no plan, and I'm betting no money, on the chance I'd know something about your m-missing friend?"

"Yes." Faced with her gun and her scorn I couldn't explain why, why the chance to find Rose had turned suddenly all-consuming in my wrecked life. I couldn't explain this strange savage desperation, or why I had let it drive me here. I could only state the truth: "I had to come."

"Well." Eve Gardiner lowered her pistol. "I suppose you'll want t-tea."

"Yes, tea would be-"

"I don't have any." She turned and made her way back down the dark hall, walking long-strided and careless. Her bare feet looked like an eagle's claws. She weaved a little as she walked, the Luger swinging freely at her side, and I saw she still had a finger through the trigger. Crazy, I thought. The old cow is crazy.

And her hands-they were monstrous knobbed lumps, every knuckle misshapen and grotesque. They looked more like lobster claws than hands.

"Keep up," she said without turning, and I scurried after her. She struck a door open and flicked on a light, and I saw a cold sitting room-a mess of a place, grate unlit, drapes drawn so no chink of light could come in off the street, old newspapers and dirty tea mugs lying everywhere.

"Mrs. Gardiner-"

"Miss." She flung herself down in a shabby armchair overlooking the whole messy room, tossing her pistol down on the table beside it. I winced, but the thing didn't go off. "And you can call me Eve. You've f-forced your way into my house, so that's a level of intimacy I'm already disliking you for. What's a name?"

"I didn't mean to force my way-"

"Yes, you did. You want something, and you want it badly. What is it?"

I pulled up a hassock and sat down, suddenly uncertain where to start. I'd been so focused on getting here, I hadn't thought how exactly I should begin. Two girls times eleven summers, divided by one ocean and one war . . .

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

Kate Quinn is a native of Southern California. She attended Boston University, where she earned bachelor's and master's degrees in classical voice. A lifelong history buff, she has written four novels in the Empress of Rome Saga and two books set in the Italian Renaissance detailing the early years of the infamous Borgia clan. All have been translated into multiple languages. She and her husband now live in Maryland with two black dogs named Caesar and Calpurnia.

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