“I’m not going to play one of those fluffy dimwits who can’t read road maps,” Miles informed him. “What do you mean? Of course I’m sure.” Miles shot him an exasperated glare that turned into a scowl when Allerdale chuckled. He deliberately lowered his shoulders and felt the first easing of tension as he began to relax into the role. Miles adjusted one of his spit curls and let out a long calming breath. Miles tilted his head and studied his reflection. “There.” Throckmorton gave the skirt’s hem a final tweak and got up. Will they catch their quarry? Will they find love? Could they hope for both?Īmazon US | Amazon UK | B&N | Kobo My favorite lines this week…
Pursuing a ruthless enemy who wants to throw Europe back into the horrors of the Great War, Briers and Miles are helped and hindered by nosy landladies, water board officials, suave gentlemen representing foreign powers and their own increasing attraction to each other. Miles relishes the opportunity to allow his alter ego, Millie, to spread her wings but if Miles wants the other agent’s respect he can never betray how much he enjoys being Millie nor how attractive he finds Allerdale. Borrowed from the Secret Intelligence Service cipher department to assist Briers Allerdale – a field agent returning to 1920s London with news of a dangerous anarchist plot – Miles Siward moves into a ‘couples only’ boarding house, posing as Allerdale’s ‘wife’.
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