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Title: To Love a Traitor
Author: JL Merrow
Cover Artist: Kanaxa
Genre: Gay Fiction, M/M Romance
Wounds of the heart take the longest to heal.
When solicitor’s clerk George Johnson moves into a rented London room in the winter of 1920, it’s with a secret goal: to find out if his fellow lodger, Matthew Connaught, is the wartime traitor who cost George’s adored older brother his life.
Yet as he gets to know Matthew—an irrepressibly cheerful ad man whose missing arm hasn’t dimmed his smile—George begins to lose sight of his mission.
As Matthew’s advances become ever harder to resist, George tries to convince himself his brother’s death was just the luck of the draw, and to forget he’s hiding a secret of his own. His true identity—and an act of conscience that shamed his family.
But as their mutual attraction grows, so does George’s desperation to know the truth about what happened that day in Ypres. If only to prove Matthew innocent—even if it means losing the man he’s come to love.
Warning: Contains larks in the snow, stiff upper lips, shadows of the Great War, and one man working undercover while another tries to lure him under the covers.
The Spunk of the SIS
“I salute your spunk, but I question your sanity,”
Hi, I’m JL Merrow, and I’m chuffed as a chuffed thing to be here as part of the To Love a Traitor blog tour. 😉
Today I’d like to talk about something much prized in days gone by: spunk.
In the First World War, spying as we know it today was still in its infancy. There was still something of an attitude that it wasn’t quite cricket, all this underhand stuff. Soldiers, if captured, were held prisoner; spies were shot, as if they weren’t all fighting for the same thing in the end.
Actual spies of the time were pretty much making it all up as they went along. Secrets were hidden in dead fish; information was passed via the arrangement of pastries in a shop window. Messages were knitted into sweaters sent to prisoners of war, in a cunning arrangement of dropped stitches that failed when the Germans refused to believe even a Brit could be quite that bad at knitting.
A vast variety of invisible inks was developed and refined as the war went on. Of course, anyone caught carrying invisible ink was liable to be for it. The solution? Well, a solution, actually. Of chemicals, that is, in which the spy could soak his or her socks before travelling. On arrival, soaking the socks in water would produce the needed ink.
An even more ingenious source of invisible ink the British secret service came up with was, unfortunately, only available to male spies. Yes, we really are talking about semen. Not only was it, ahem, readily available, it didn’t react to the usual chemicals used to detect invisible messages, such as iodine vapour. SIS head, the gloriously appropriately named Captain Sir Mansfield Cumming (the original “C” of James Bond fame), was apparently delighted with the idea, declaring “every man his own stylo”.
It wasn’t without its problems. Letters sent from our man in Copenhagen were found to have a rather distressing odour, caused by their writer storing his “ink” in a bottle. He had to be firmly reminded a fresh “operation” should be used for each letter.
Spying. Apparently not without its perks. And its wankers.
Giveaway: I’m offering a free ebook from my backlist to a randomly chosen commenter on each blog post.
And there’s a grand prize of a signed paperback copy of To Love a Traitor for one lucky commenter on the tour. I’m happy to ship internationally, and the more blog posts you comment on, the more chances you get!
I’ll be making the draws around teatime on Monday 28th September, GMT. Good luck! 😀
About the Author
JL Merrow is that rare beast, an English person who refuses to drink tea. She read Natural Sciences at Cambridge, where she learned many things, chief amongst which was that she never wanted to see the inside of a lab ever again. Her one regret is that she never mastered the ability of punting one-handed whilst holding a glass of champagne.
She writes across genres, with a preference for contemporary gay romance and mysteries, and is frequently accused of humour. Her novel Slam! won the 2013 Rainbow Award for Best LGBT Romantic Comedy, and her novella Muscling Through and novel Relief Valve were both EPIC Awards finalists.
I have a number of paperbacks, most of which are signed, to giveaway. Over the between now (11 Mar 2017) and 31 Mar 2017, every comment on the blog (this post and all other new posts), will be entered to win 1 of these paperbacks. There are also some misc swag items, so there will be a few packs of these to give away as well.
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