Hello gentle readers. Yes, it is I—K. Perhaps you know me as Mr. K. Maggie Hope’s cat—or, rather, Maggie is my human. And while she may think the K is for “Kitty,” let me assure you, it really stands for “King.”

My Maggie has been very busy of late, going to places named “Paris” and “Scotland.” But she’s home now and I’ve had to put her through her paces once again. Training humans is so difficult! To express my displeasure at being left for so long (even though some very nice people took care of me), I have:

a) Yowled and howled

b) Clawed the furniture

c) Refused to cuddle

d) Peed on the floor

Of course, Maggie still loves me, regardless.

I have to say, though, I am a bit worried about her. Since she’s returned from her adventures, she’s been smoking too much (I know it’s all the rage these days, but it makes me cough), drinking too much (alcohol smells terrible—what are the two-leggers thinking?). And she’s “defusing bombs.” I don’t know exactly what that means, but everyone looks worried when they talk about it. So I don’t like it. Not one bit. Her responsibility is to me, after all. After all, I put the “me” in meow. She needs to get it together for my sake.

To help her, I’ve been catching mice and leaving them at the foot of the humans’ beds. But even this act of charity and generosity goes unappreciated. They scream and run about, then throw them away. I’m just trying to add to the food supply. No gratitude!

That fellow, Detective Durgin, has been around, too—but I’m not convinced he’s the right mate for her. What I really mean is, he’s not overly fond of cats, and is quite stingy with the chin rubs. I’ve put him on probation.

Lest you think I’m a complete martinet, I do my duty of cuddling my human and amusing her. We often play with string, and I think it makes her feel better. And not only do I keep her warm at night, but I’m on nightmare patrol. She wakes up so unhappy sometimes. I know it’s something to do with “the war” and all of that boring talk. If I could give her one piece of advice, it would be to look to the ways of the cat. If she thought and lived like me, her courage would return.

And if she leaves me again, I’m going to pee in her bed. Or worse. . .


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The King’s Justice is the ninth book in the “Maggie Hope” historical mystery series, released February 25, 2020.

Can a stolen violin lead secret agent and spy Maggie Hope to a new serial killer terrorizing London? Find out as the acclaimed World War II mystery series from New York Times bestselling author Susan Elia MacNeal continues.

Maggie Hope started out as Winston Churchill’s secretary, but now she’s a secret agent—and the only one who can figure out how the missing instrument ties into the murders.

London, December 1942. As the Russian army repels German forces from Stalingrad, Maggie Hope takes a much-needed break from spying to defuse bombs in London. But Maggie herself is an explosion waiting to happen. Traumatized by her past, she finds herself living dangerously—taking huge risks, smoking, drinking, and speeding through the city streets on a motorbike. The last thing she wants is to get entangled in another crime.

But when she’s called upon to look into the theft of a Stradivarius, one of the finest violins ever made, Maggie can’t resist. Meanwhile, there’s a serial killer on the loose in London, targeting conscientious objectors. Little does she know that investigating this dangerous predator will pit her against a new evil—and old enemies. Only Maggie can uncover the connection between the robbery, the murders, and a link to her past.

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About the author
Susan Elia MacNeal is the New York Times, Washington Post, and USA Today bestselling author of the Maggie Hope mystery series. She is the winner of the Barry Award and was shortlisted for the Edgar and several other awards. She lives in Park Slope, Brooklyn, with her husband and son. Photo courtesy of Noel MacNeal.

Visit Susan at susaneliamacneal.com, on Facebook, on Twitter and on Instagram.

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