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Series: Secret Agent Series
(but can be read as a stand-alone)
Author: Deborah Swift
Publication Date: 13th February
2024
Publisher: HQ Digital
Page Length: 376
Genre: Historical Fiction / WW2
One woman must sacrifice everything to uncover the truth in this enthralling historical novel, inspired by the true World War Two campaign Radio Aspidistra…
England, 1942: Having fled Germany after her father was captured by the Nazis, Lilli Bergen is desperate to do something pro-active for the Allies. So when she’s approached by the Political Warfare Executive, Lilli jumps at the chance. She’s recruited as a singer for a radio station broadcasting propaganda to German soldiers – a shadow network.
But Lilli’s world is flipped upside down when her ex-boyfriend, Bren Murphy, appears at her workplace; the very man she thinks betrayed her father to the Nazis. Lilli always thought Bren was a Nazi sympathiser – so what is he doing in England supposedly working against the Germans?
Lilli knows Bren is up to something, and must put aside a blossoming new relationship in order to discover the truth. Can Lilli expose him, before it’s too late?
Set in the fascinating world of wartime radio, don’t miss The Shadow Network, a heart-stopping novel of betrayal, treachery, and courage against the odds.
Universal Buy Link: mybook.to/RadioLies
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| Read An Excerpt |
The Shadow Network by Deborah Swift
Extract from Chapter 1
Berlin, 1938
Lilli tucked her scarf into her coat and braced herself against the chill of the November day. The examinations would start next week, so as she hurried down the steps from the main building of the university, she was still repeating the lines of Shakespeare under her breath.
For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright,
Who art as black as hell, as dark as night.
The lines of the sonnet rang bitter-sweet after the cringing humiliation of losing her boyfriend Bren. Brendan Murphy – five years older, with rangy good looks and the easy confidence of a postgraduate student. He was an Irish student in Berlin, there to top up his German language skills, and they’d bonded over Goethe and Hermann Hesse.
Until Hilde, that was.
Even now, months
later, as Lilli lugged her bag of books across the rain-wet compound, she was
watching out for Bren and cursing Hilde Bollmann. Hilde, who’d swooped in with
her blonde ponytail and flawless skin, and almost spirited Bren away from right
under Lilli’s nose. But now Hilde had gone too, moved out of Germany, vanished
like so many other students who were worried about the strange way Germany was
going. But Bren had never rekindled his romance with Lilli, and it still hurt
like toothache.
Lilli sighed, and
hurried on, but seeing a crowd ahead, slowed to a crawling pace. Crowds were
never good these days. Her path was blocked. She hesitated, fear uncoiling in
her gut. The Brownshirts were always hanging around on the university steps and
she’d learnt to side-step to avoid them.
The warning came to her as a stench that seemed to swamp the street – harsh at
the back of her throat like burning oil. Lilli had a quirk in her perception,
something they called synaesthesia, and always felt atmosphere in colour and
smell, just like she heard music in colour and shape.
Bracing herself, she
strode forward. Today there were more of them, gathering like flies.
Best
ignore them.
Further down the
street, the Brownshirts were massing in smaller knots, staring at the girls who
walked past. She wove swiftly between two parked cars to avoid them. The
atmosphere was febrile, belligerent. She heard a tall, gangly boy make a ribald
joke as she passed on the pavement. All girls suffered the butt of their
attention. Ahead of her, two other young women were pushed into the road with
shoves and shouts.
Lilli tightened her
grip on her bag of books and walked on, her head up, but stony-faced, as if
they didn’t exist.
‘I’d have that one,’
said the shortest youth in the group when she hurried by, head down, huddled
into herself for protection.
One of the other lads
laughed loudly, but then stifled it. He was about seventeen years old, she
guessed, a lot younger than she was, but taller, with the swagger that comes
from being in a gang. Lilli felt her shoulders tense, but lowered her eyes like
the girl ahead of her. It wasn’t worth courting trouble. The low winter sun
sliced between the buildings, dazzling her, and she hurried on with a hand
shielding her face.
A boy with darting
eyes and thick fleshy lips stuck out a foot, aiming to trip Mindel, the girl
who was walking in front of her – a slim, dark-haired girl of about fourteen,
whom Lilli knew from choir practice. Like her, Mindel wasn’t a member of the
Bund, the League of German Girls. Mindel tried to dodge the boys’ attention,
but another long-limbed boy stretched his foot out further so she stumbled and
fell headlong, both arms out in front. The boy booted her in the ribs. Lilli
cringed at the thud as his boot connected, but instinctively stopped to help as
the youths sniggered and jostled.
One of them kicked
again at Mindel, grabbed her notebook and taunted her, holding it high above
his head, shouting, ‘Jump for it!’
‘Louts! Give it back!’
Lilli shouted.
Mindel snapped to her
feet in an instant, scraping up her books. She kept her eyes to the ground and
didn’t even try to get her notebook back, just dodged onwards, leaving it in
her tormentor’s hands.
‘Ignorant swine,’
Lilli muttered under her breath.
‘Get her!’ a boy
called.
Lilli shot sideways
and ran, feeling someone grab her cardigan, but she kept running and it ripped
from their hands. ‘Juden’, came
the yell. Jews.
‘Are you all right?’
She caught up with Mindel around the corner. ‘Let me see your hands. Your
knee’s bleeding.’
‘I know. Leave me
alone. I just want to get home.’
‘Where do you live?’
Lilli asked, catching her by the arm.
‘Rosenstrasse. But I
won’t go back there yet. They wait for me and throw stones. I’ll go to the
bakery. Frau Brockdorf’s kind and will let me wait there, though her shop has
hardly anything left in it now.’
‘Do you want a
handkerchief for that graze?’
A shake of the head. ‘They always do it. They
know my father’s house, and it’s too near the Nazi Party’s new Assembly Rooms.
But there’s something different about them today. They’re bolder. They’ve never
done that before, kicked me in plain sight.’
‘You’re sure you’ll be
okay?’
‘Just a bruise.’ A nod
and a wave before she shot away down the side street, but Lilli had felt her
fear, like a shiver of blue-grey.
Lilli continued
towards home, checking over her shoulder that none of the boys had followed
her. As she arrived warily at her front door, she noticed several more of the Brownshirts
loitering at the end of the street. They were holding sticks in their hands, a
fact that made her insides turn liquid. They were facing away from her, thank
goodness, as she silently prised open the gate at the front of the house and
took out her key. Her breath grew faster and shallower because she was aware
they could turn to see her any moment. The back of her neck bristled as she
unlocked the door. Once inside, she turned the key in the lock, wiped the sweat
from her hands onto her skirt, and bounded breathlessly up the apartment steps
to the first floor.
It was time to leave, like Hilde. She must tell Papa.
About the author
Deborah Swift is the English author of eighteen historical novels, including Millennium Award winner Past Encounters, and The Lady’s Slipper, shortlisted for the Impress Prize.
Her most recent books are the Renaissance trilogy based around the life of the poisoner Giulia Tofana, The Poison Keeper and its sequels, one of which won the Coffee Pot Book Club Gold Medal. Recently she has completed a secret agent series set in WW2, the first in the series being The Silk Code.
Deborah used to work as a set and costume designer for theatre and TV and enjoys the research aspect of creating historical fiction, something she loved doing as a scenographer. She likes to write about extraordinary characters set against the background of real historical events. Deborah lives in North Lancashire on the edge of the Lake District, an area made famous by the Romantic Poets such as Wordsworth and Coleridge.
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