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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”. 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 now how attractive he finds Allerdale.
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.
Will they catch their quarry? Will they find love? Could they hope for both?
The clock is ticking.
Once the car was moving, they went over their story again. Both were used to taking in information quickly and had all the basics by heart already, but the little details of Brian and Mildred Carstairs’s life together needed to be established.
“Your birthday is on the fifteenth of May,” Miles said at one point. “What would you like?”
“Dunno,” Allerdale said with a grin. “Socks? Don’t expect me to remember when yours is.”
“You’ll be in trouble if you don’t,” Miles warned him, surprising Allerdale into a laugh.
“All right, what would you like? Diamonds? A sable tippet? The vote?”
Miles snorted. “I’m not sure if you’ve been following the news but I’ve had that since July, thank you very much. Not before time, either. And I don’t think we’re flush enough for furs or jewellery, so you can buy me something racy in the novel line.”
“I know where I can get a copy of The Well of Loneliness.”
Miles fixed him with a steely eye. “;If you think that’s racy, you obviously haven’t read it. Don’t believe everything you see in the Sunday Express. It’s shameful the things they are saying about the book.”
Allerdale mouthed, “Sorry,” and turned back to the road.
Miles consulted the map.
“Ah, I think we need to turn left here.”
“Are you sure?” Allerdale – Brian – asked.
“What do you mean? Of course I’m sure.” Miles shot him an exasperated glare that turned into a scowl when Allerdale chuckled. “I’m not going to play one of those fluffy dimwits who can’;t read road maps,” Miles informed him. “The way I see it, Brian Carstairs can’t have married Millie for her good looks, so it must be her intellect.”
“Maybe you’re really good in bed?” Allerdale suggested as he made the turn.
Miles felt his cheeks heat. “That was uncalled for.”; He folded the map with a snap and tucked it into his bag. “There’s a crossroads up ahead. Turn right and the house is maybe fifty yards down on the left. I hope we’ll be able to park nearby so you don’t have to carry the bags too far.”
Allerdale shot Miles a heavy-eyed look. “If I do, you can make it up to me later,” he said.
“I’ll run you a cold bath, Brian, dear,” Miles promised.
Elin Gregory lives in South Wales and works in a museum in a castle built on the edge of a Roman Fort! She reckons that’s a pretty cool job.
Elin usually writes on historical subjects, and enjoys weaving the weird and wonderful facts she comes across in her research into her plots. She likes her heroes hard as nails but capable of tenderness when circumstances allow. Often they are in danger, frequently they have to make hard choices, but happy endings are always assured.
Current works in progress include one set during the Great War, another in WW2, one set in the Dark Ages and a series of contemporary romances set in a small town on the Welsh border.