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I live in New South Wales, Australia.  I grew up in Melbourne, (Victoria), and thank my parents and teachers for my love of history and books. After school and business college, I entered the dusty world of accounting, then aged 21 I joined the tide of Aussies travelling to the UK for a working holiday.  There in front of me was the history I’d read about. I was hooked.  Marriage and two children and career put my urge to write on hold, and now, finally retired, I’m able to devote the time to writing.

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They met on the eve of a battle. One enlisted to avoid prison, the other enlisted to avoid the money lenders. On the bloodied fields of France, Harry Connelly collapses beside the corpse of Andrew Conroy. It’s a risk, a hanging offence, it’s his only hope for a future. Harry swaps identity discs.  Now known as Andrew, he is just another face in post war London until a letter arrives with a proposition.  Accepting will plunge him into a nightmare of murder, family jealousy and greed. 


To survive he must live this lie without mistake, until he reunites with a nurse and fall in love. To keep her he must tell the truth and face the consequences.


 Reviewed by Mary Anne at Coffee Club Book Club





“Oh, what a tangled web we weave, when first we practice to deceive!”
Marmion: A Tale of Flodden Field, by Sir Walter Scott

It had seemed like a good idea at the time, isn’t that what they all say? It would be an adventure to fight for your country. A chance to see the world. And anyway, it would all be over by Christmas. However, Harry Connelly had not enlisted because he was particularly patriotic, or because he wanted to travel to new places and have an adventure. Oh, no, that was not the reason at all. And yet, here he was in France, waiting for the bullet with his name on it to end his life. He was just another piece of useless fodder for the enemy’s artillery fire.