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- The Seventh of December
- X for Extortion
- Farewell, My Boy
- The Perfume of War
“Please donate generously to Mrs. Roosevelt’s charity. Every penny raised from this series of concerts along the eastern coast of the United States will help with the resettlement and care of child refugees from war-torn continental Europe.”
Over dinner with J Edgar Hoover in Washington, Tommy Haupner is shocked to learn that his forgotten and empty Swiss bank account has been topped up regularly with staggering sums of money … deposits that originate in Nazi Germany. Could this bank account have something to do with anonymous letters posted to him at home in London, their contents a single blank slip of paper on which are written two words: NAZI GOLD?
When he returns to Britain, he soon discovers that not only is his own life in danger but also those of his nearest and dearest who become pawns in a savage game of revenge.
Publisher: Moshpit Publications
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Pairings: M-M
Heat Level: 2
Romantic Content: 1
Ending: Click here to reveal
Character Identities: Gay
Protagonist 1 Age: 26-35
Protagonist 2 Age: 26-35
Tropes: Criminals & Outlaws, Everyone is Queer, Famous / Royalty in Disguise, In Uniform, Married Life
Word Count: 135000
Setting: UK/USA/Switzerland
Languages Available: English
Series Type: Continuous / Same Characters
I knew he’d tell me if he knew anything; we’d pledged never to keep secrets after our first foray behind enemy lines in early 1941.
“All right, I’m listening,” I said.
“I’ve been told not to bring anything. No personal items and no documents, not even a toothbrush.”
“Uh-oh,” I said. That sort of deployment, where clothes, right down to underwear, toiletries and everything else would be supplied, indicated that whatever the mission was going to be, it wouldn’t be a local training course. “How long will you be away? Any idea?”
“Minimum three weeks, maybe more. That’s all I know.”
“I know duty calls, but what a shame. I was looking forward to having dinner with you again at Xavier’s. And your parents will be very disappointed; I know they were excited about travelling to Washington for the presentation of your Silver Star.”
READ MORE“Yeah, I know, babe. Me too. I’ve just finished writing a letter. Will you give it to them?”
He must have seen the sudden change in my face, because he laughed softly then pulled me down on to his lap.
“No, it’s not one of those sorts of letters, Tommy. I just want to let them know how sorry I am not to be able to catch up this trip, but I’m sure there’ll be another opportunity. Who knows: maybe this secret mission might be in the USA.”
We both knew that that was hardly likely to be the case. Reporting for deployment with absolutely no personal items except the clothes you were wearing indicated a place, or a situation, where the threat of capture was a reality. My mind ran quickly through the possibilities: occupied France or Italy were top of my list.
“What about your niece’s birthday party?” I asked. “I know she had something special planned that included both of us.”
“Helene will cope. I’ll put five dollars for her in the letter to Mom and Pop.”
“Money isn’t the same as a present. I’ll see if I can find something from us both when I get there.”
“Tommy …”
“Yes?”
“We knew a day like this would come. I’m not being dramatic or anything, but we’ve been so lucky so far. We’ve talked about what it’s like for everyone else: husbands and wives and lovers separated by the war, families bereft of their sons, wondering where they might be. It’s the life we’re all faced with now and I have to go; I simply don’t have a choice. You understand that, don’t you? And I promise I’m coming back.”
“You’d better, soldier,” I said, willing myself to believe it. Although I was trying to sound calm and collected, inside I felt more than a little anxious. Yes, we’d known a day like this would come, but I’d wished with all my might that it never would. I had no qualms about being sent away myself, but Shorty … well, that was a different thing altogether.
“Have you eaten?” he asked.
“Not yet.”
“Well, the family’s out having dinner with your uncle Otto, so …”
“So what?” I asked.
“I brought ham, cheese and a loaf of fresh white bread home from the embassy—even a slab of butter, believe it or not. Fancy a sandwich, naked, in the dark, mister?”
It was a crazy thing to do, but our relationship had been filled with small madnesses. Wearing just our garters and socks, we sat on the kitchen table eating ham and cheese sandwiches, washing it down with glasses of milk, also purloined from the embassy kitchen. He’d brought home enough for everyone else too, including a spare large bottle of the almost-impossible-to-obtain white stuff.
With a soft burp he wiped the milk moustache from his upper lip; I was about to do the same but he stopped me. “Let me, Tommy,” he whispered low in his throat, and wiped it away with the flat of his tongue.
I knew the family wouldn’t return unexpectedly and catch us in the kitchen, so I pushed him on to his back on the kitchen table. Not wanting to waste our last evening together for another month, I got to work on him, promising my man a good hour at least of looking after him.
“An hour, Tommy?” he said, laughing into my mouth.
“Who says it only has to be once?” I replied as I kissed my way down his body.
COLLAPSE
The fourth instalment of a very popular WW2 series, this book is set in 1942 and contains not only real-life historical people but also world events during the global conflict.
