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What’s the best way to purge an unfaithful husband? Become a spy for British Intelligence, of course.Desperate to get out of London, and determined to help the war effort and stop thinking about her philandering husband, Fiona Figg volunteers to go undercover.At Ravenswick Abbey a charming South African war correspondent has tongues wagging. His friends say he’s a crack huntsman. The War Office is convinced he’s a traitor. Fiona thinks he’s a pompous prig. What sort of name is Fredrick Fredricks anyway? Too bad Fiona doesn’t own a Wolseley pith helmet. At Ravenswick a murderer is on the prowl, and it’s not just the big-game hunter who's ready to pounce.
File clerk turned secret agent Fiona Figg is up to her fake eyebrows in missing maids, jewel thieves, double agents, and high treason in 1915 Paris.
Downton Abbey meets Agatha Christie in this witty whodunnit.Can Fiona catch a killer AND find a decent cup of tea?1917. Vienna.File clerk turned British agent Fiona Figg is more comfortable wearing a fake mustache than a ballgown.When a royal ball ends with a royal body in the middle of the dance floor, Fiona trades her dancing slippers for practical oxfords and sets out to investigate.As she tracks her nemesis, Fredrick Fredricks, from Vienna to the Austrian countryside, a hunting accident makes her rethink her loyalties.Can Fiona prevent Fredricks from striking again, save her own skin, and find a decent cup of tea, all before the enemy''s emperor realizes she''s a spy?Get it now to start the fun!
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