Friday, December 11, 2015

Emmy Nation: Undercover Suffragette


About the book
Title: Emmy Nation: Undercover Suffragette
Author: L. Davis Munro
Genre: Historical Fiction
Being an independent woman in 1913 London is certainly empowering, but Emmy Nation is tired of the inescapable damp seeping through her worn shoes and the hopeless grumblings of her stomach.
 When she receives an offer from Scotland Yard to boost her typist income by spying on the Women’s Social and Political Union (WSPU), Emmy jumps at the chance. But as she grows closer to the WSPU women the lines begin to blur, and when a painful part of her past resurfaces Emmy begins to question her choices.
 How far are you willing to go to secure your equality? 

Author Bio
L. Davis Munro holds a master’s degree with a focus on women’s suffrage theatre and works in theatre and dance. She currently lives in Toronto, Ontario, Canada, with her husband and her dog.

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Excerpt

Emmy bounces into Cannon Row station. She rode her bicycle to work and was still feeling the joy of the wind on her face as she pedaled. The sun was shinning for once and she had a very important luncheon lined up for the afternoon where she was bound to make the acquaintance of WSPU leaders.
"Oh there you are," twitters Gwen, "Have I got news for you."
"Gwen, news can wait a moment," Emmy says taking off her jacket. "How about you be a dear and get me a cup of tea?" Emmy solicits Gwen, feeling that there is no harm in asking.
"Emmy, you are- " Gwen starts, but cuts herself off when she sees something over Emmy's shoulder.
"Emmy Nation," a deep male voice booms across the room. Emmy slowly turns around and sees the last face she ever would have expected, or wished to see, in the entire world staring at her from the doorway of Mr. Johnson's office.
"Surprise," Gwen whispers. "Mr. Clifford Marlowe, the new bachelor of the Met."
Emmy stares back at the man without moving, her mouth gaping and eyes unblinking.
"I was having such a bloody good morning," she says under her breath.
He slowly gestures her to come to the office. She walks across the room with her eyes focused forward, not daring to meet those of anyone she passes. As she comes near him she feels the heat of his presence emanating from him like it always did. Emmy is close enough now to see the grey blue colour of his eyes and although her stomach is turning inside her, she forces herself to look right into them, defiantly. He gestures for her to enter the office without moving out of the doorframe. Emmy passes within inches of him and at this close proximity he towers over her. Emmy feels his face shift downward and his eyes trying to penetrate the top of her head.
"Have a seat," he says coldly, and she does. He closes the door and stalks across the office to sit behind the desk. Emmy scans the room for Mr. Johnson, but he is not there. Suddenly, gruff, old Mr. Johnson who never liked her and was never nice to her, seems like the perfect boss. Anyone would be better than this.




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