The Lost Girl of Berlin by Ella Carey is the second book in the Daughters of New York series which is published today. To celebrate, I’m thrilled to be able to share an extract with you all.
The truck stopped for a moment in the freezing, bombed-out street and Kate caught sight of a little girl in a ragged dress on the steps of a once-beautiful mansion. The child’s eyes were startling blue, a pair of endless pools, drawing Kate towards her…
1946, Berlin. War correspondent Kate Mancini is in Germany, reporting on the aftermath of the devastating war. For her readers back home in New York, she tells the stories of innocent families, trying to rebuild the wreckage of their lives now the soldiers have left at last. But in the Russian-held sector of Berlin on an icy winter’s day, Kate breaks all the rules, rescuing Mia Stein, a silent orphan who she fears will otherwise perish.
Together with her fellow journalist, handsome Rick Shearer, Kate manages to find a safe house for Mia before she returns to America and vows to keep in touch. Back home, the reality of post-war life for women is stark. Whilst Rick walks into his dream job, no newspaper will hire a woman. The editors laugh her out of their offices, telling her to get married and raise a family. Rick does all he can to support her, as she takes her first steps towards the new medium of television news, and their friendship deepens into something more.
Then tragedy strikes: Rick is falsely named as a communist sympathizer. He is arrested, blacklisted and faces prison.
Kate knows she must do all she can to free the man she loves. But that means returning to Germany, to seek out the little orphan girl who is her only chance at salvation. Kate and Rick saved Mia—will she help them both now? And even if Kate succeeds, freedom might never be hers when she returns home…
From Amazon Charts bestseller Ella Carey comes an utterly heartbreaking historical novel, inspired by true events, about the courage, love and friendships that sustain us in the darkest of days. Fans of Fiona Davis, All the Light We Cannot See and My Name is Eva will be totally captivated.
Berlin, March 1946
The jeep’s brakes shrieked through the ashen city. Kate squeezed her eyes shut. The primitive scream keened like a dying eagle over the icy streets of Berlin, and she laced her fingers around the wooden bench in the back of the vehicle, bracing for the chilling clash of metal hitting metal, the thin whine of sirens in the white cold air. The sounds that sang of her father’s fatal accident ten years ago, the sounds that would haunt her until the day she died. The jeep that held the cache of war correspondents halted in the snaking traffic, its yellow headlights beaming into the afternoon mist. And when there was no crash and no siren and the jeep remained at a standstill, Kate allowed herself to breathe. She bit her tongue and forced her memories back, focusing on the ruins of an old mansion opposite the vehicle. The garden would have been beautiful once. Boxwood and evergreens were all draped in snow and the decorative front gate was swung open as if preparing to invite guests inside from the Berlin cold. Before the war, the red-brick, pillared house would have been warm and enticing, guests stepping over the threshold into the grand entrance hall, rubbing their hands in front of a roaring fireplace, laughter rippling through the richly decorated rooms. After dinner, there might have been dancing, girls resting their heads on young men’s shoulders, while upstairs, children cut out paper dolls and jumped on featherbeds before sinking in between silken sheets and reading fairy tales. Now, on the pockmarked front steps of the mansion, there sat a little girl. Instead of a cashmere coat of the softest navy blue with two rows of shiny buttons and a pair of sturdy leather boots, the child wrapped her stick-like arms around her shapeless, dirty brown shift. Her feet were pressed into a pair of ragged brown moccasins, her dust-caked legs poked out like a fragile bird’s. When her blue eyes caught with Kate’s in the fading light of the afternoon, they held her still and Kate reached her hand to cover her mouth.
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Ella Carey is the international bestselling author of The Things We Don’t Say, Secret Shores, From a Paris Balcony, The House by the Lake, and Paris Time Capsule. Her books have been published in over fourteen languages, in twelve countries, and have been shortlisted for ARRA awards. A Francophile who has long been fascinated by secret histories set in Europe’s entrancing past, Ella has degrees in music, nineteenth-century women’s fiction, and modern European history. She lives in Melbourne with her two children and two Italian greyhounds who are constantly mistaken for whippets.
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