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Vaughan Davies, Richard

 
9781739630546: Fireweed: A Spellbinding WW2 Adventure Romance

Synopsis

When a notorious German war criminal escapes his custody, a British Military Lawyer faces an impossible choice: protect the woman he loves, or use her as bait.

1947: Adam is posted to the shattered city of Hamburg to assist in the prosecution of Nazi war criminals.

There he meets Rose, who is beautiful, educated, clever… but has been forced into prostitution to survive. He quickly falls in love, and his growing obsession threatens to cloud his judgment.

Henryk van Reen is responsible for the murder of hundreds during the war and is destined for the hangman. But he escapes while in Adam’s custody.

Adam will do anything to recapture Van Reen, even if it means using the woman he loves as bait.


For Fans of…

  • "The Last Nazi" by andrew turpin
  • "The Kill List", Frederick Forsyth
  • "The Good German" by Joseph Kanon
  • "Fatherland" by Robert Harris
  • "The Aftermath" by Rhidian Brook
  • "The Only Light in London" by Lily Graham


Great Netflix Fodder:

"Top class historical fiction and real characters you can identify with. A proper action thriller with a gripping love story that veers between ‘ the agony and the ecstasy ‘ of real passion. The exposure of human frailty and weakness that William Boyd could have written."

Dark And Haunting:

"This book was so immersive. The setting was described in realistic detail, the characters were believable, and the plot took us into dark places – my kind of book."

Gripping:

"Complex characters that really kept me guessing as to their motives. Was Rose just playing games? Was Adam really so naive? I really enjoyed this."

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À propos de l'auteur

Richard Vaughan Davies is the author of Fireweed and of In the Shadow of Shakespeare. Richard ran a business in Chester and North Wales for many years, which grew to become one of the leading independent menswear retailers in the UK. At one time he took a three-year sabbatical to read English and Italian at the University of Liverpool. He wrote a regular business column in the Liverpool Daily Post and also published a how-to book named Let’s Talk Shop. He and his partner Barbara retired to the Cotswolds in 2007. This was partly in order to live near Stratford-upon-Avon to indulge Richard’s love of Shakespeare, where he made the startling discoveries featured in In the Shadow of Shakespeare. He has three children: Zoe, Ric and Zanna.

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Hamburg, February 1947 ‘Right. That’s more than enough for one day. I’m off. See you tomorrow, Pinkie.’ I’m stiff and tired. There is just so much of man’s inhumanity to man that you can take. The black moonscape of the ruined street is visible through the window. Dirty snowflakes fall in great swirling clusters, like dust motes under the broom of an unseen giant. ‘Righty-ho,’ he says absently. ‘Oh, better check the doors, will you, Adam? Caretaker’s not shown up again. Second time this week.’ ‘It’s this ‘flu that’s going round. Helga’s off as well.’ My highly efficient secretary, she of the elaborate hairdo and muscular legs, is prone to sudden inexplicable bouts of illness which necessitate her staying at home. Pinkerton looks up at me and through me, running his ink-stained fingers distractedly through his thinning hair. He’s definitely going bald. He’s beginning to get round-shouldered too, and some days looks more like a man of sixty than thirty. He has rolled up his shirtsleeves, though the room is warmed only by a one-bar electric fire, and is peering through his wire-rimmed glasses at a closely typed document. A pot of ink and a half-drunk mug of coffee, if it deserves the name, stand at his elbow. ‘You look done in, Pinkie. Don’t you think it’s time to pack it in for the day?’ He puts his pen down and stares out at the wintry scene. ‘It feels wrong to go home when more and more of these camps are coming to light. Hundreds of them. It’s horrifying.’ I dread a long conversation. I’m so keen to get home. ‘I don’t know really, Pinkie. I’ve only been concerned with the one at Scheiden.’ I shudder suddenly, I suppose because of the hail rattling at the window. It’s getting dark now. The roofless warehouse opposite, with huge gaping holes in its walls, is turning into a grotesque face. It seems to grin at me as it merges into the shadows like a Cheshire cat.

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