Today I’m joining the blog tour for An American Wife In Paris. I’m sharing an extract from the book with thanks to the team at Bookouture for inviting me on the tour and for providing the extract.

Blurb:

“If I go back to Paris, it would be my third time there as an undercover agent…” Kitty murmured. “I ask myself, how many chances does one person get?”

Paris, 1941. When Kitty is asked to return to Paris as an undercover agent, she knows the mission is her most dangerous yet. But she has been fighting the Nazis for too long to stop now. And her role within the Resistance has already cost her friends, family and now – almost – her own marriage.

Because while she and Edgar are more in love than ever, his role as an undercover Nazi means it is safer if they are no longer married. And while signing the divorce papers is a formality that breaks her heart, Kitty knows that she and Edgar will find a way to be together when the war is finally over…

More determined than ever to undermine the Nazi regime, Kitty has nothing left to lose. From secretly supplying Prisoner of War camps with essential items, to moving refugees across borders to safety, she will stop at nothing to play her part in bringing the war to a close, even if it means risking her own life.

But when Edgar goes missing, Kitty’s world stops. As she begins a desperate search for her beloved husband, she hears from her contacts that he has been killed. But Kitty feels strongly in her heart that, somewhere out there, Edgar is still alive. And she knows she must risk everything to rescue the man she loves, no matter what…

An absolutely gripping, heartbreaking and powerful story about courage, love and bravery in the midst of World War 2. Perfect for fans of The Nightingale, My Name is Eva and All the Light We Cannot See.

Extract:

PROLOGUE PART 2 (Read Part 1 on Novel Deelights)
January 1941
London, England

Donovan waved a passing waiter in. He ordered a Scotch on the rocks for Nils.

“So, what can I do for you? What is Kitty up to these days?” Donovan’s expression bloomed into fondness.

“You saw her last year.”

“I did. After she left Austria. Shame how that meeting in D.C. went, but she’d be proud to know that we now hold regular joint military conferences with Great Britain. You can tell her that.”

The waiter returned and Nils gratefully took the Scotch, then settled into the high-backed armchair. He clinked glasses with the major.

Nils rested his drink in the palm of his hand. “Kitty also told you about the O5 resistance group in Vienna, didn’ts he?”

“That’s right.”

“You were in Greece,” Nils pressed. “On thi sjunket.”

“I was. And I looked into their resistance movement, as your father had suggested I should. I studied Italy, too. Quite a bit stirring up there. Let’s not forget General de Gaulle’s undertakings here in London, and his Free French Army.”

“And? What do you think? Because Kitty believes we should be supporting resistance groups deep behind Axis lines, too.”

“Look, Nils, arming Germans—or Austrians—is out of the question. But Roosevelt will appreciate any efforts made against the Nazis.” Donovan pronounced the a like in Nancies. “He’ll certainly be interested in seeing these resistance groups trans‐form into surrogate expeditionary forces. If we supply them with the weapons and intelligence, local guerrillas could help prevent our American boys from having to fight their battles.”

“You don’t really believe that, Major,” Nils said testily. “We’re talking about defending the free world, here. Since when would Americans—whose country is founded on that very principle—just stand back and watch from afar?”

Donovan shrugged. “That’s what Kitty tried to tell us, too. You know what I told her? This all takes time.”

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