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A USA Today Best Selling author and two-time Readersâ€™ Favorite Gold Medal winner, S. R. Malleryâ€”as her fans sayâ€”â€brings history to life.â€ Here is her newest, a romantic suspense thriller.
Itâ€™s 1941 in New York City, a time before Pearl Harbor, when Nazi spies are everywhere in the U.S. and no one knows whoâ€™s working for whom. In comes beautiful Lily, paid to gather intelligence by setting up a â€œhoney trapâ€ for Joe Stiles, a supposed German infiltrator. Problem is, she soon faces a danger she isnâ€™t prepared forâ€”falling in love.
Joe grabbed her hand. â€œLetâ€™s go!â€ he yelled, and together, they took off, the menâ€™s moans coupled with low curses behind them, growing fainter by the second. He led her over to one of the small alcoves he had hesitated in front of before.
â€œThis has to be the one,â€ he said. â€œHold onto my belt.â€
What seemed at first to be a dim little inlet, turned out to be a long, dark passageway, where the temperature chilled and a slightly foul odor emerged. She followed him blindly, until he suddenly stopped short, and she rammed up against him.
â€œWhatâ€™s going on?â€ she asked.
â€œWeâ€™ve run into a wall. But if itâ€™s what they told me about, itâ€™s good,â€ he said in a low voice.
She inched up beside him and realized he was running his fingers over the plaster, scouring for something.
â€œItâ€™s gotta be here somewhere,â€ he whispered.
â€œWhatâ€™s gotta be here?â€ she whispered back, but he didnâ€™t answer.
She heard another sound.
He, too, had obviously heard the several footsteps at the mouth of their little â€œcave.â€ Fear spiked through her. She didnâ€™t dare move. As the footsteps grew even closer, she heard some words.
â€œIch denke ich hÃ¶re sie.â€
Suddenly her high school German came back to her. â€œI think I hear them,â€ they had said.
How close are those guys? Still holding onto his belt, she waited for Joe to do something lifesaving, but all he did was move them sideways, as the speed of his hand movements on the wall in front of them grew more frenetic. What in the world was he looking for? She wanted to ask him but didnâ€™t dare utter a sound.
The creaky sounds of cheap shoes, one careful step after another, kept on advancing and still, no solution from Joe.
â€œIch kenne deine beiden hier,â€ one of them snarled out loud.
She clapped one hand over her mouth. They had said, â€œI know youâ€™re both here.â€
Closer the Gestapo shoes squeaked. Closer and closer. Itâ€™d be over soon. Itâ€™dâ€”