Squeeee! It’s release day for this beautiful book, my second World War 2 historical romance!
This story is super special…because it’s based on a true story. I took some liberties, of course, fictionalizing the love story and compressing some things for the sake of a coherent novel–and mashing a bunch of historical figures into just a few characters. You’re welcome. 😉
But this is the story of an unsung heroine who changed the tide of the war. The female head of France’s largest intelligence network, Alliance. I mean, did you even know that a WOMAN was in charge of France’s biggest intelligence group? I didn’t, until I began the research for The Collector of Burned Books, and as soon as I learned about the historic Marie-Madeleine Fourcade, I knew I wanted to tell a version of her story.
My heroine is Zelie Bellarose, a widow, mother of two small children, and not convinced that she’s the “man for the job” when the founder of Alliance hands her the reins and then is arrested. But she steps up, because she wants her kids to grow up in a free France. She uses the gifts God has given her–a sharp mind, a commanding personality, and a beautiful face–to do the job. And when people continually underestimate her? Well, she uses that too.
Then there’s my heart-throb hero, Marcel Laurent. A concert pianist, a POW who returns to Paris in a prisoner exchange…and soon realized his release was arranged so that he could join Alliance as their laision to the arts sector. Because you see, Alliance wasn’t filled with trained spies. They were filled with ordinary people going about their daily lives…but with eyes and ears open. Ordinary people who passed along everything they saw or heard that had to do with the German military. And those in the arts were brushing elbows with them constantly. Marcel is also tagged to conduct a Youth Orchestra, which will allow him to travel freely all over the country…and use their weekly radio transmissions to send coded messages to the Allies.
Music has always spoken to Zelie’s soul…but she’s determined that Marcel won’t. Even if he seems to see in her what no one else does.
Marcel knows that loving Zelie is like chasing a shooting star–he could never catch her, and if he did, he’d be burned. But he can’t stop chasing, can’t stop hoping, can’t stop loving her for the flash of light she is in the darkness.