The Paris Spy (Maggie Hope Series #7)

The Paris Spy (Maggie Hope Series #7)

by Susan Elia MacNeal


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NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER • American-born spy and code-breaker extraordinaire Maggie Hope secretly navigates Nazi-occupied France to find two brave women during the darkest days of World War II in the latest novel in this bestselling series—“a treat for WWII buffs and mystery lovers alike” (Booklist, on The Prime Minister’s Secret Agent).

Maggie Hope has come a long way since serving as a typist for Winston Churchill. Now she’s working undercover for the Special Operations Executive in the elegant but eerily silent city of Paris, where SS officers prowl the streets in their Mercedes and the Ritz is draped with swastika banners. Walking among the enemy is tense and terrifying, and even though she’s disguised in chic Chanel, Maggie can’t help longing for home.

But her missions come first. Maggie’s half sister, Elise, has disappeared after being saved from a concentration camp, and Maggie is desperate to find her—that is, if Elise even wants to be found. Equally urgent, Churchill is planning the Allied invasion of France, and SOE agent Erica Calvert has been captured, the whereabouts of her vital research regarding Normandy unknown. Maggie must risk her life to penetrate powerful circles and employ all her talents for deception and spycraft to root out a traitor, find her sister, and locate the reports crucial to planning D-Day in a deadly game of wits with the Nazi intelligence elite.

Praise for The Paris Spy

“Engrossing . . . A fast-paced climax leads to an ending that will leave readers eagerly awaiting the next installment.”Publishers Weekly

“With its riveting plot and cliff-hanger finish, this is a solid addition to a series as well researched as it is entertaining.”Booklist

“You will grieve with Paris. You will be outraged by the destruction. You will be terrified for all the heroes, be there with them every step, and care desperately that they succeed and survive. And perhaps above all, like me, you will be overwhelmed with their sacrifice for the freedom we still enjoy.”—Anne Perry, New York Times bestselling author of the Charlotte and Thomas Pitt series and the William Monk series

“This has to be Maggie Hope’s most exciting adventure yet. Vivid and fast-paced, crammed with authentic detail, The Paris Spy is an extraordinary trip through the edgy drama of wartime Paris, skillfully plotted and studded with cameos by real historical figures.”—Jane Thynne, author of the Clara Vine series

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781101965993
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Publication date: 04/17/2018
Series: Maggie Hope Series , #7
Pages: 336
Sales rank: 102,372
Product dimensions: 5.20(w) x 8.00(h) x 0.70(d)

About the Author

Susan Elia MacNeal is the New York Times bestselling author of the Maggie Hope mysteries, including Mr. Churchill’s Secretary, Princess Elizabeth’s Spy, His Majesty’s Hope, The Prime Minister’s Secret Agent, Mrs. Roosevelt’s Confidante, The Queen’s Accomplice, and The Paris Spy. MacNeal won the Barry Award and was nominated for the Edgar, Macavity, Agatha, Left Coast Crime, Dilys, and ITW Thriller awards. She lives in Brooklyn, New York, with her husband and son.

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Chapter One


The time was wrong.

Maggie Hope startled when the ormolu clock on the fireplace’s mantel struck the incorrect hour, metallic chimes ringing through the house’s chilly, high--ceilinged library. Heart pounding, she snapped her head to look over at it. Gilt Gemini twins flanked its pearlized face, and the thin black hands that should have been set to 1:00 Paris time were instead moved to 3:00—-the hour in Berlin. The Nazis’ first official act after the Occupation of France had been to impose the Reich’s time on the captured country.

What, she wondered, would Albert Einstein think of the arbitrary positions of the hands? Hadn’t he himself posited that time is only a relative construct? Of course, he never counted on the Nazis and their -hubris, she thought.

As a mathematics major at Wellesley College before the war, planning to pursue her doctorate at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology, Maggie had often speculated about such things—-time and space and numbers. Back then, her greatest ambition had been to become a professor of mathematics at one of the Seven Sisters colleges.

But she’d inherited her grandmother’s house in London in 1937 and stayed on, even as war broke out, to work as a typist for the new Prime Minister, Winston Churchill. After she solved a mystery regarding an IRA bomb plot, Peter Frain, head of MI--5, asked her if she spoke fluent German and French, and if she’d be willing to do more for her adopted country.

She’d said yes, without realizing exactly what that would entail.

Now, almost two years later, in June 1942, Maggie Hope was a British officer with the rank of major. Officially, she belonged to the Auxiliary Territorial Service, the all--female service known as the ATS—-as well as the one with the worst uniforms. But that was only a cover. In fact, she worked for a secret organization, the Special Operations Executive, responsible for deception and sabotage behind enemy lines. “Set Europe ablaze!” Prime Minister Churchill had thundered when he created the unit, and, across the Continent, his spies were doing their bit. At twenty--seven, Maggie was one of SOE’s more senior agents, although back at headquarters at Baker Street, her opinions and ideas were mostly ignored.

Before coming to France as an undercover agent, she’d never understood Salvador Dalí’s painting The Persistence of Memory. But now, after looking up endlessly at the gilt clock, she understood its warped imagery of time all too well.

She was in occupied territory, waiting for forged identity papers—-and if she were found out, she would be tortured by the Gestapo, then hanged as a spy. Maggie had been in Paris for three months, and every minute of every day since she’d arrived she’d been tracking shadows from the corners of her eyes, flinching at strange noises, and swallowing her meager meals with the constant threat of discovery and capture lodged in her throat. Worry was her daily diet, ever since she’d left London for Paris on a two--pronged mission: to discover the truth about what had happened to her half sister, Elise Hess, a German Resistance fighter in hiding, as well as her fellow SOE agent Erica Calvert.

Startling at the clock chiming the hour was nothing new. In her ever--vigilant state, she’d discovered the building had its own music: squeaking parquet floorboards, the rattle of windowpanes in the wind, and the melody created by each person who entered. Maggie had developed a well--tuned ear for the songs of the structure—-the pelt of raindrops against the glass, the creak of the foundation settling and resettling, the scuttle of rats in the walls. The strain of always listening was slowly driving her mad. To battle the tension, she kept the wireless on at a low volume, the music and conversation combating loneliness.

Maggie was staying, at least for the moment, in a three--story, nineteenth--century hôtel particulier in the first arrondissement, between the Louvre and Les Halles. It was the former residence of a princess, who’d left the city in the early thirties. A film actress had bought the townhouse—-then fled before the invasion. In the spring of 1941, the dilapidated structure was purchased by Dr. Maurice Charcot and his twin sister, Agathe, to use as both a physician’s office and private residence. In the year the Charcots had owned the building, they’d done little cleaning and repair, except for the doctor’s office, which was ordered and tidy, and an adjoining small living space for the two of them.

The rest of the manse, a once--elegant house with six bedrooms, was crammed with what the former occupants had abandoned. Armoires stuffed with moth--eaten costumes, hats, and shoes. A staggering disarray of broken furniture, grimy taxidermy, and stacks of mildewed books—-encyclopedias, dictionaries, Bibles, fairy tales—-were piled on the floor. Stag heads, their glass eyes blinded by dust, watched over rooms overflowing with unstrung chandeliers, broken Chinese bamboo birdcages, and murky oil paintings. An unraveling Aubusson tapestry of a captured unicorn moldered on one wall, while chipped marble statues of St. Francis of Assisi with upraised palms holding doves leaned against another in awkward positions. It was as if the house, like time, like Paris—-like France itself—-was sleeping under some malevolent spell.

Maurice and Agathe Charcot were with the Resistance, helping SOE. They let the British organization’s French Section use their empty rooms as a safe house, but made it perfectly clear that, if the agents were ever discovered by the Gestapo, both would claim ignorance of the entire operation.

When Maggie had first moved into the Charcots’ house, she’d made the unused library her own. After a thorough cleaning, it was now a pleasant space, tidy and orderly despite the crumbling, chalky blue walls and water--stained ceiling. She’d carried in a desk, a small round table, feather--stuffed chairs with only a few holes, and a long, lumpy, deeply buttoned sofa she used for a bed. A gilt--framed reproduction of Rubens’s Leda with the Swan hung above the fireplace’s mantel, a trifold screen padded with shabby velvet stood in one corner, and large grimy windows covered with heavy brocade drapes looked out to the street.

Maggie spent most of her time either doing the exercises she’d learned at Arisaig—-jack--knives, push--ups, sit--ups, and jujitsu—-or reading or working out math problems. A stuffed owl, whom she christened Athena, now held a place of honor on the desk, with its neat stacks of blotters in every kind of fabric, a rusty pen resting beside an inkwell, and a sheaf of papers with sketches of the birds she could see from the windows.

Yet no matter how much she cleaned and arranged and then rearranged her space, she felt utterly alone. What am I doing here?I should never have come.What on earth was I thinking? Sometimes she fantasized about abandoning the mission and going back to London. But she knew she couldn’t leave Paris—-at least not until she found out what had happened to Erica Calvert and to her own sister. Nightmares of their possible fates haunted her; she couldn’t return to her life in London until she’d done everything she could to find them.

Maggie picked her way across the chevron--patterned parquet floor, stepping over the squeaky spots, to the windows. She lifted the edge of a drape and peeked out at an angle—-making sure to remain hidden.

She watched as a young woman in the window of a flat across the street peered out in an almost exact mirror image. Who are you? Maggie wondered, while the slim girl with her flowered dress chewed nervously on one finger. And are you a resister or a collaborator? Or someone somewhere in between?

It was impossible to tell by looking. Maggie knew there were many who felt the deepest pain, sorrow, and humiliation over France’s loss. Open conflict was pointless—-it could lead to arrest and execution. So there were those Parisians who reacted to the travesty of the Occupation by keeping to themselves and avoiding contact with the Germans as much as possible.

There were many who made significant sacrifices—-workers who turned down well--paid positions with the occupiers, civil servants who refused to continue working under German command. There were also those, such as the Charcots, who sought ways to turn their anger into action. They waged their battles underground and in secret, publishing resistance tracts and hiding British agents.

Then there were those who were indifferent—-and, really, wishing only for the nightmare to be over. Like mourners who go to a funeral with feelings of grief, but leave with an inner sense of relief that the worst has passed. And there were Nazi sympathizers. Without openly confessing any allegiance to the Germans, this group thought Nazi rule had its positive side, especially in its ideas about Jews. That it was one’s patriotic duty to not only work with the Nazis but to show them the better side of France. At the very bottom were the lackeys, the thugs, the violent anti--Semites let off their leashes, who embraced Fascism with open arms.

As the sky grew darker, a greenish color, the girl across the street drew her curtain. Fat raindrops began to fall, and Maggie wrapped her thin wool cardigan around her. It was always cold in the library. She looked up and noticed a few shoots of buddleia sprouting from a gutter. Two plump pigeons with iridescent purple necks strutted and cooed in front of a row of chimney pots, undeterred by the wet weather.

She padded, catlike in stocking feet, back to her place at the round table, covered with the things she used to take her mind off the sense of impending doom she battled during the interminable days: a box of delicately painted bone mah--jongg tiles, a game of solitaire in progress, and the day’s newspaper.

As she sat down on a spindle--legged chair, her body curving like a question mark, she opened the thin, ink--smudged pages of Paris--Midi to see if any new measures were being implemented. Radio France segued from Maurice Chevalier’s “Toi, toi, toi” to Edith Piaf’s “Un coin tout bleu.” As the song ended, the staccato tapping of raindrops against the windowpanes picked up.

Maggie took a sip of cold catnip tea left over from breakfast as the announcer, Jean Hérold--Paquis, held forth in a blistering commentary, calling for the annihilation of the United Kingdom. A member of the French Popular Party—-one of the two Fascist parties allowed under the Occupation—-Hérold--Paquis was known for the catchphrase En-gland, like Carthage, shall be destroyed!

She rolled her eyes in disgust and waited for the next song. No one prepares you for the waiting. In her training as a secret agent and all of her subsequent missions—-in Berlin, in Scotland, even in London—-she’d learned to wait, counting out all the decimal points of pi she’d memorized or running Fibonacci’s sequence as far as she could go. But nothing can prepare you for the reality. The boredom and unease, mixed always with dread.

Although she hadn’t been out of the flat in weeks, the broadcasts on the wireless, as well as the Fascist French newspapers her hosts subscribed to as part of their cover, painted a picture of how much Paris had changed, as if the city were a princess sleeping under a fairy--tale curse.

Nineteen forty--two was almost half over; the year so far had been a cruel one. In Asia, the Japanese, heartened by their success at Pearl Harbor, seemed unstoppable. In Africa, the Desert Fox, Field Marshal Erwin Rommel, kept up the offensive. Not only had the Wehrmacht survived the Russian winter, but as the snows melted, it was forging ahead, crushing everything and everyone in its path. In the Atlantic, German submarines and ships were sinking all in their wake. Nazi power seemed to be at its peak. Hitler’s victory looked assured.

And in France there was, of course, the surrender. The armistice signed by Germany and France on June 22, 1940, was a one--sided agreement. In return for being allowed to administer part of a French territory without military occupation—-a concession that allowed the German Army to redeploy forty divisions and encouraged Marshal Philippe Pétain, Chief of State of Vichy France, to say “L’honneur est sauf . . .” or Honor has been saved—-France had to submit to all other demands. All German prisoners of war were freed immediately, while all French prisoners of war were to be held until the ultimate German victory. While 25 million people were living in the northern occupied zone, only 14 million were in the free zone, with its government, led by Pétain, in Vichy—-the de facto capital of southern, “unoccupied” France.

As a young woman taking French classes, Maggie had gone to the college library to read Le Figaro, France’s leading newspaper. Its motto, from Figaro’s monologue in the final act of Le Mariage de -Figaro, was Sans laliberté de blâmer, il n’est point d’éloge flatteur: Without the freedom to criticize, there is no true praise.

The august paper, whose writers had once included Albert Wolff, Émile Zola, and Alphonse Karr, had relocated to Vichy. But eventually the editors suspended its publication, resisting the censorship enforced by the Pétain government. All of the Paris papers, including Le Temps, had been shut down, and new, Nazi--approved ones had sprung up in their place. Maggie hated them, yet felt compelled to read, both out of a sense of needing to know the worst and to practice her cover story.

As the wind picked up, sending the rain sweeping sideways, her eyes fell on a headline: le france se libere du jong Juif—-france is freed from the jewish yoke.

She bit her lip as she read: The arrest of 5,000 foreign Jews between the ages of 18 and 45, and then their removal to Pithiviers and Beaune--la--Rolande, has begun. All of the Jews were dangerous without exception—-illegal traffickers on the black market who had become rich overnight. They are parasites who have finally received the proper though far too lenient punishment for their crimes against the long--suffering Aryan people. . . . 

She couldn’t bring herself to finish.

Flipping through the pages, she spotted an advertisement for the Paris Opéra Ballet’s La Belle au Bois Dormant—-Sleeping Beauty. She knew two of her fellow SOE agents and friends, Sarah Sanderson, code--named Sabine Severin, and Hugh Thompson, now Hubert Taillier, were working on the production at the Palais Garnier, in their new identities as dancer and cellist, until they could carry off their own mission. Maggie felt a frisson of fear but disciplined herself to ignore it. Sarah and Hugh are smart and well trained. They’ll be fine. More than fine—-they’ll succeed in their job and make it back home, safely.

And when doubt nagged: They will.

The three agents had flown to Paris together on a small RAF plane, Maggie joining at literally the last moment. They had worked out all of their misunderstandings during the long flight. They were friends. They would all always be friends. And Maggie, despite her own past with Hugh, respected his and Sarah’s burgeoning romance.

The rest of the newspaper was filled with countless photos of a detached--looking Marshal Pétain, as well as chirpy reports about the horse races at Longchamp, the new film Mam’zelle Bonaparte, and the upcoming Parisian premiere of Richard Strauss’s Capriccio.

These were interspersed with articles on the so--called Fatherland, patriotism, and warnings against the dangers of Bolshevism. Travail, famille, patrie—-Work, family, patriotism—-had replaced the Republican motto of Liberté, égalité, fraternité.

The tone of the newspapers published under the Occupation wasn’t stoic or resigned but downright cheery; apparently, at least according to the articles, a new Europe was being built, helped by France’s finest. While some political power had been “temporarily ceded,” this transfer of power was lauded in the censored papers as a worthwhile maneuver.

But Maggie’s head snapped up when she heard the wireless’s disembodied voice intone: Field Marshal Pétain, Head of State, will address you now from the Hôtel du Parc in Vichy.

There was a knock at the double door, causing her heart to plunge in fear. “Come in,” she called, finally finding her voice. Her hosts entered the library. Agathe carried a tray with Maggie’s lunch, a bowl of steaming broth and a thin slice of what passed for bread. Maurice walked to the wireless to turn up the volume.

He was a dignified man, with a crisply trimmed white beard and mustache, wearing gray flannel trousers and a well--pressed shirt, a silk scarf tied around his neck. As he fiddled with the wireless’s dial, he gnawed at the stem of an empty pipe that still gave off the smell of fruity tobacco. Agathe put down the tray on Maggie’s makeshift desk.

“Merci,” Maggie said to her with a smile.


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The Paris Spy: A Maggie Hope Mystery 4.7 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 21 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
The best book of the series thus far.
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Great but frightening story.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Maggie Hope strikes sgsin!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Well researched historical fiction.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Tha Maggie Hope books immediately capture the reader's attention and this book is no different. The author is able to weave accurate historical information into the pulse racing narrative. I only stopped reading because I had to go to work. I highly recommend this book.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Another great installment in this series. Can't wait for the next.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
The fact that this series is based on world events and are based on read agents who bravely fought and died to beat Hitler never escapes me when I read. This series is a lovely tribute and memory to those many people who fought and lost their lives. Always well written and honest, this series continues to impress. God bless all of those who fought the evils of the SS.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Steeped in intrigue, "The Paris Spy" is a multilayered spy/mystery thriller that vividly depicts the fraught tensions and sacrifices made during World War II. I couldn't put this book down.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Just okay. I think I am getting bored with this series and her chracter.
Deb-Krenzer More than 1 year ago
This was the third book in the Maggie Hope series that I have read and they just keep getting better and better. The tension was rampant throughout this book. A book dealing with the SOE spies that were sent from England into enemy territory in the fight to win the war over the Germans. The story was mesmerizing and I was enthralled throughout. I read this all in one sitting, staying up very late to finish. An excellent read that I thoroughly enjoyed. And to find out that parts of the book were based off real individuals and history - shocking at times. I am so glad that I found this series, I love books about the war and the people who lived through it. Reading what they did to defend their country and how their day to day lives were affected during this war. Huge thanks to Random House Publishing Group - Ballantine and Net Galley for providing me with a free e-galley in exchange for an honest, unbiased review.
nhr3bookcrazyNR More than 1 year ago
Another fantastic Maggie Hope story - one of the best, too. It had me turning the pages as fast as I could to see what would happen. I was nervous for everyone involved in the story. I can't wait to see what happens in the next book. Please hurry!!!!!
prussblue10 More than 1 year ago
Someone said that this is the best of the series thus far. In some sense it is. That said, I feel bad for those who comment that it helps them with what their fathers would not tell them about their experiences. I have read the series out of sheer curiosity. It is not truly, in my opinion, a mixture of factual history and plausible stories.
Dano_Varos More than 1 year ago
That is no way to end a novel!!!! Excellent story telling! I have truly enjoyed following Maggie through her development as a spy. But my heart can't take that severe of a cliff-hanger!
Jani8 More than 1 year ago
I was counting down the days for this book’s release, and I was not disappointed! Our favorite spy, Maggie Hope, is brilliant in her performance. The other people are also flawlessly true to their characters. There is so much to be admired. It was an, “I’ll just read one more page, one more chapter, oh heck, the rest of the book!” kind of book. The ending left me gasping! I can’t wait a whole year for the next book. It will probably kill me! Brava Ms. MacNeal! Your books are definitely worth waiting for!
Storytellermary More than 1 year ago
THE PARIS SPY by SUSAN ELIA MACNEAL THE PARIS SPY has given me a new appreciation of hot baths, real coffee, tool boxes, freedom, and food . . . not crazy about the ending, suspenseful, creating such an intense need for the NEXT one, rumored to be coming next summer. Such a long wait, but the hard work of research and careful editing takes time. I had to put the book down several times because of the intensity. I’m left thinking of ends perhaps justifying means, morality is tough to judge. Collaborating vs. resistance, and subtle resistance as in designs using the Tricolor red/white/blue instead of Nazi black and red. “No country was ever saved by good men, because good men (persons) will not go the the length that may be necessary.” “How many angels can die on the head of a pin?” If I were still teaching, I'd recommend this for the novels class. Usually I'd start a series at the beginning, but PARIS SPY is so strong and so full of relevant issues, and I think it would work fine on its own.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book is amazing! Packed with tension, thought provoking and Filled with historical WWII detail. Maggie Hope is sent on a mission to France to save a fellow spy and find her lost sister. Will she succeed or be caught by a traitor? Suspenseful right to its surprise ending.
bookchickdi More than 1 year ago
You don't need to have read any of the previous books in the Maggie Hope series to enjoy her latest, The Paris Spy. (That being said, anyone who has read the series will find this exceptional.) Maggie Hope is working as a spy in WWII Paris for the SOE, Special Operatives Executive, under the direct orders of British Prime Minister Winston Churchill. She is working with two other operatives, Sarah, posing as a ballerina, and Sarah's husband Hugh, posing as a musician, both with the Paris ballet. Maggie's cover as an Irish socialite shopping for her wedding trousseau in Paris brings her into contact with famous designer Coco Chanel, who plays an important role in this fascinating and heartpounding story. Maggie is looking for her half-sister Elsie, hoping to bring her home to England, when she gets caught up as a female operative goes missing, along with important information that will help England decide where best to land in France as a final push to destroy the Nazis and win WWII. MacNeal does an impressive job with her research into the use of female spies in WWII, used because it was felt that the Nazis would not suspect that women would be involved. (Indeed, it was an international violation to send women behind enemy lines during war.) She helpfully lists the books she used as research at the end of the book for anyone who wishes to learn more. We also get a look into the British war effort, complete with warring factions in the espionage agencies and the mistakes that were made that endangered not only the operatives, but the war effort itself. There is so much tension in The Paris Spy, I found myself gasping out loud more than once, and if this were a movie, I would peeking between my fingers at certain points. Maggie Hope is one of the most interesting characters in mystery series, and the crisis of conscious she is faced with at the end of the story is one that will propel the next entry in this most interesting and informative series. I give The Paris Spy my highest recommendation, and I read it in one sitting.
teachlz More than 1 year ago
MY Review of "THE PARIS SPY" I enjoyed "The Paris Spy" by Susan Elia MacNeal. The genres of this story are Historical Fiction,  Fiction, and Mystery.  The timeline of the story is during World War Two, and takes place mostly in Paris, and London. This is the seventh novel in a series of books. This is the first book that I have read, but I found it easy to keep up with the characters. I don't think it is necessary to read the other books, but I would like to. The author describes the characters as complex and complicated. There is loyalty and betrayal, and good and evil.  Maggie Hope goes to Nazi-occupied France to look for two women. Maggie is working undercover and is pretending to be Irish and looking at Paris fashions for her wedding. She is staying at the elegant Ritz Hotel that is has swastika banners all over. She gets to meet Coco Chanel, who is staying there.  I appreciate the research of World War Two activities in Paris and France, and how the emotional upheaval is evident. The author's descriptions of the surroundings , landscape and people is interesting.  There is espionage, double agents, and hazards, It is a very dangerous time, and other agents are missing, and communication seems to be difficult. Who do you trust? I found this novel to be exciting, captivating, intriguing and enjoyable, and would highly recommend this. I look forward to reading more novels in this series by the author. I received this Advanced Reading Copy for my honest review.
MaureenST More than 1 year ago
We are back with our beloved Maggie and spend a lot of time in German occupied Paris, and become completely immersed in the WWII time period. The Special Operations Executives are trying to bring information back to England to confirm the best landing spot for Allied troops, and we experience head on all that happens to these spies, and those who risk their lives to keep our freedom. This time our girl is supposed to be Irish lass, a rather rich one, who is shopping for her coming wedding. We then get to hobnail with the rich and famous, still remembering where we are and who is in charge. You will be sitting on the edge of your seat, and quickly turning pages to get to the answers here, and who will survive to go on to the next book, some really sad happenings, and then a bombshell as we fall off the cliff. Patiently waiting for the next book, not! I received the book through Net Galley and the Random House Publishing Group - Ballantine, and was not required to give a positive review.
dibbylodd More than 1 year ago
MacNeal continues to bring WWII alive for us readers. All the grit and danger and sadness. The story-line carries several directions with Maggie undercover in Nazi held Paris. Marvelous cloak and dagger. Yes, there are those occasions when I wanted to smack her for timidity, but the setting was so bleak and dangerous, I cut her some slack. This is an important series for those of us who did not live through the war and need to remember just how bad it was.