The Librarian Spy by Madeline Martin

The Librarian Spy: A Novel of World War IIThe Librarian Spy: A Novel of World War II by Madeline Martin

Tracy’s rating: 5 of 5 stars

Series: N/A

Release Date: July 26, 2022

Helene Belanger lives in occupied Lyon, France, and longs to join the Resistance, but her husband Joseph, who fought in the Great War is adamantly opposed, which leads to a fight and Joesph storming out. It has been two days and he has not returned, Helene is worried, she cannot go to the police as they are in with the Gestapo, and even Joesph’s best friend Etienne is missing. She is debating her options when there is a knock at her door and a woman looking for a man named Pierre, she is frantic, she is Jewish and needs new ID papers and Helene soon realizes that her husband is the man she is looking for and gives the woman her own papers. She then sets out to find Etienne for answers, but he finds her when she is stopped by the Nazi patrol asking for her papers. Etienne gives the man papers, proclaiming her to be Elaine Rousseau. Etienne takes her back to his flat and Helene learns the awful truth, her husband is part of the Resistance and has been captured. At that moment, Helene is no more and Elaine is born, Elaine who will stop at nothing to save her husband and annihilate the Nazis. She begins to work for the Resistance by delivering and later printing anti-Nazi tracts. It is how she meets a young Jewish woman named Sarah and her son Noah, Sarah’s husband Lewis is in America, she stayed behind to tend to her sick mother, thinking that she would be safe. But now she is being hunted and has no way to get a visa or even a flight to the States. Despite being told to leave it be by her superiors, she can’t ignore Sarah’s plight, with so much loss in her life, she needs to help them and sends a coded message in the Resistance’s publication “Combat”.

Ava Harper is a librarian working in the Rare Book Room at the Library of Congress when she is asked to join the war effort by working for the Office of Strategic Services, gathering publications that may contain covert information on the Nazis. She would have to relocate to Lisbon, Portugal, a trip that she is not keen on making, but when she is reminded that her brother Daniel and many other soldiers fighting in the war need this intel, there is no way she can decline and makes the move to Lisbon. She is trying to settle in but soon learns that spies abound in Lisbon, and feels somewhat adrift. But luckily, an experienced British agent intervenes and takes her in under his wing and soon she is making her own contacts with other agents and the many refugees seeking asylum in neutral Portugal. She falls into a routine of collecting papers and magazines each day from around the world, and it is in the French paper “Combat” that she finds a coded message begging for help in extricating a young Jewish woman and her child from occupied Lyon and reuniting them with her husband in America. And even though her job is to simply collect data, there is no way Ava can ignore this cry for help. And so begins a joint collaboration to save Sarah and Noah from under the noses of the Nazis.

When I first read the blurb for this book, I was sure I wouldn’t like a story with two protagonists’ POVs, but couldn’t have been more wrong! The imagery and the attention to historic detail are outstanding and the writing is practically flawless. I was sucked in from the first page and could barely read the words fast enough to satisfy my need to know what would happen next. Be warned and have your tissues at the ready, because war is ugly and cruel, and this book doesn’t shy away from the horrors, nor does it sugarcoat the egregious acts perpetrated by the Nazis. But even with death, destruction, and malice running rampant, there are moments of joy, comradery, and even love, that save this book from becoming a dark, depressing read. I loved this story and can’t recommend this powerful and emotional story highly enough.

*I am voluntarily leaving a review for an eARC that I requested and was provided to me by the publisher. All opinions in this review are my own.*

Blog Tour – The Earl She Should Never Desire by Lara Temple

The Earl She Should Never Desire

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The Earl She Should Never Desire
This very handsome earl…Is the one man she cannot fall for…
War widow Lily Walsh has left her aristocratic family behind, but she can’t deny her younger sister’s request to come to London to meet her fiancé. Though not a love match, Lord Sherborne is kind, amusing and ideal for her sister on paper. But as Lily gets to know him, she’s finding him alarmingly attractive! And the forbidden look in the earl’s eye shows the feeling is mutual…

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Lara Temple writes strong and sensual Regency romances about complex individuals who give no quarter but do so with plenty of passion. She lives with her husband, two children, and one very fluffy dog and they are all very understanding about her taking over the kitchen table so she can look out over the garden as she writes and dreams up her Happy Ever Afters.

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EXCERPT :

The engagement between Lord Sherbourne, London’s most eligible bachelor, and Anne Devenish, London’s most beautiful and well-mannered young lady, is the envy of the ton. All might have been well but for Lily, Anne’s less than perfect widowed sister. Since her arrival in London, Marcus and Anne’s perfect engagement-of-convenience has been unravelling. In this scene Marcus and Lily find themselves forced to dance together. It is not a good moment for either of them…

One of them had to say something.

Marcus hoped Lily would, because his mind was a blasted blank. At least he was trying to keep it blank. He’d been raw all day after that strange episode in his study. He’d tried to tell himself it was pure nerves, a natural resistance to his sensible decision to marry. A reaction to Dom’s words which he knew were aligned with at least one of his conflicting inner voices. He’d known these months leading up to the fait accompli of marriage would be challenging. He hadn’t figured on them being purgatorial.

And he certainly hadn’t considered…

He didn’t want to consider.

This strange curiosity about Lily Walsh was just that. She was a curious little thing. If he could put things in their right place, she could eventually become a good friend.

The fist tightened around his chest again as it had when he’d realised he had to dance with her.

A good friend.

What a liar he’d become.

One didn’t have hallucinations that one’s imaginary daughter far too closely resembled a good friend. One didn’t have one’s whole body lurch into alertness because of a good friend’s laugh. One didn’t rush into a bustling bakery to procure a loaf of bread because a good friend had a smile that always seemed to drag his to the surface. And one certainly didn’t lose his grip on his temper’s reins because a good friend wanted to leave London, possibly because said good friend had someone waiting for them in Birmingham.

A shaft of fear shot through him as sharp as any he’d felt when his life was in the balance.

Even during the war, he’d been able to plan ahead, envisage threats, prepare for them. That was why he’d survived and thrived. He’d been afraid but prepared.

Now he was afraid and damnably unprepared.

He tried to push it away, but the realisation was white-hot and burned through his defences.

He’d made a horrible mistake.

It was a terrifyingly depressing realisation and the worst possible place to realise it—in the very middle of the battlefield.

He wanted to push Lily away and walk out of this ballroom-turned-purgatory so he could rebuild his defences and get perspective on his new worst enemy.

No, he wanted to pull her closer, lean in to catch the scent that had been teasing him since he’d been fool enough to stop and follow her in Cheapside. Orange blossoms. Damn her.

What was wrong with him? He’d found the perfect bride. Why on earth was his idiot mind and body fixating on the sister?

This was not supposed to happen.

It wouldn’t happen.

His mother had warned him he ought to be watchful of the Sherbourne rebellious streak. He’d thought he’d long outgrown it, but apparently it was alive and well and convincing his weakening mind and body that Lily Walsh was just what it fancied right now.

Well, there would be none of that.

‘What will it be—the weather or gossip?’ he demanded, a little too loudly.

Her lashes flickered up, her eyes silvery with tiny gold reflections from the chandelier above them. A hundred little pinpricks danced along his nape.

‘I beg your pardon?’ Her voice was misty and the pinpricks showered down his spine. He clung to the saddle and soldiered on.

‘And so you should beg my pardon for snubbing my perfectly respectable conversational opening. You ought at least to have tried the winning combination of simpering and saying, Whichever you prefer, Lord Sherbourne. That should do for the next few turns.’

Her distant expression faded as she burst into laughter. He wished he hadn’t goaded it out of her. The flames he’d been beating back roared up from the chasm. The last time she’d laughed like that it had only been the hairs on his nape that rose to attention. This time his body didn’t give a damn about decency and propriety and honour. Every cell turned its whole and avid attention on Lily like his dog did when Marcus took an India rubber ball out of the drawer. He could see it in Ombra’s eyes—the whole world narrowed into one object: ball. Want. Now. Mine.

His body was no better. Right now that was the sum total of its comprehension: Lily. Want. Now. Mine.

God, he was in trouble.

He’d never dreamed a waltz could be so hellish.