Counterfeit Truth: A Hidden Hearts of the Gilded Age Novella

She wants to prove the Secret Service is corrupt. He just wants to keep her safe.

Felicity Richmond is determined to prove her place at her male-dominated family newspaper. If Father wants a story on the Secret Service’s corruption, then that’s what she’ll get him—at any cost. But Gregory Thompson is willing to kill rather than be exposed. When her plan to catch him goes horribly wrong, her rescue comes in the form of Secret Service operative Hayden Orton. The one man she longs for but can never have.

 

Hayden Orton nearly had former operative Thompson in his grasp . . . until Felicity interfered. Now it’s his responsibility to keep her out of the way until Thompson is arrested. Disguising her protection as a chance at an exclusive story, he invites her to join him on an investigation of the Philadelphia Mint robbery.

 

But Felicity isn’t content to just observe. As they work together—and at odds—to discover the culprit, Felicity stirs up trouble and emotions that leave Hayden wondering if finding the truth might cost him more than he’s ready for.

""Amazing novella by Crystal Caudill with realistic and relatable characters and a dash of both romance and suspense! I loved everything about this story except that it was too short (LOL which makes sense being that it is a novella) . Overall, definitely five stars and I cannot WAIT to read her next book!""
Jennifer, GoodReads Reviewer

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