Introducing: Spy Island
A Girl. A Deserter. An Island full of spies.
Spy Island is an historical spy thriller for the adventure-lover in you. Prepare to be carried away to a tropical island with its potent mixture of suspense, romance, intrigue, and a delightful assortment of island characters who will cast a spell over you.
Abby Maduro is an adventurous island girl who saves the life of a mysterious stranger who has washed ashore on her Caribbean island. Despite the danger, Abby shelters Erich Seibold, a handsome sailor with a mysterious past, in the basement of her house. Soon, friendship and love blossom between the unlikely pair, even after Abby learns that Erich is a deserter from a German U-boat. When the island's German Consul, Lothar Langsdorff, discovers Erich's true identity, he blackmails him into committing sabotage and murder. Erich is hunted down and thrown into prison, forcing Abigail to risk everything to save his life, but with Langsdorff and his spy ring still on the loose, Abigail relies on her wits, bravery and a little island magic to save her tranquil island from a dangerous German spy. Spy Island is a historical spy thriller for the adventure-lover in you. Prepare to be carried away to an exotic tropical island with its potent mixture of action, suspense, romance, and delightful island characters who will cast their spell over you.
Danish gendarme with trusty revolver and sword in a tropical Danish colony circa 1916. |
The office of Assistant Policemaster Peter Larsen juts out from the interior walls of Fort Christian into the courtyard—like a tiny fortress within a fortress—and boasts an enormous wooden desk, a filing cabinet, and a rotating fan whose loud whirring drowns out the din of the prisoners. The policeman knocks on the door and waits for permission to enter.
Larsen, a
middle-aged bureaucrat with a curly mustache and wearing a white,
single-breasted tunic, sits upright at his desk, composing a letter in elegant
Danish longhand. The only other objects that occupy his prominent desk are a
large police registry book, an inkwell, and a copy of the Tidende. Hanging on the walls behind him are pictures of King
Christian X and Queen Alexandrine, who gaze down on the proceedings with the
proper noblesse oblige.
"Chief
Larsen," says the policeman, jingling his keys. "A girl came here
sayin' she brought food for de no-name prisoner. Says she wants to see
him."
"If it's
food she brings, you may show her in," says Larsen without bothering to
look up. The policeman snatches a jagged key off a hook on the wall and says, "Dis
way, Miss."
I trail the
policeman through the courtyard, attempting to avert my gaze from the hissing
prisoners as I search for any sign of Erich. We halt in front of a cell in the
prison's southern wall. With my heart beating wildly in my chest, I peer
through the bars, hoping that at last I will see Erich. When my eyes finally
adjust to the darkness, I make out its sparse furnishings: a metal bed, a thin,
dirty mattress, a yellowed, threadbare sheet, a porcelain receptacle in a
corner, a pile of cigarette stubs on the floor. Sitting on the bed with his
back to us is a silent, sulking prisoner.
"Put that
basket down and run along," says the policeman. "Dese prisoners are a
violent, rowdy bunch."
"Please
Sir, I have to see this man. He has no family to bring him food. I must give it
to him myself. I'm the only person he trusts."
"You have
five minutes and no more, then be on your way," he commands, inserting the
key in the lock and calling out, "Hey Kaiser man, you have a
visitor."
When the
prisoner turns around, my relief is boundless. Although his face is obscured by
the shadows, I have no doubt that it's Erich. As soon as he sees me, Erich
bolts upright and starts toward us, but the jailer holds up a huge, powerful
hand.
"Not so
fast, Kaiser man," he yells. "Stop right dere. Talk from ovah
dere."
The policeman
turns and retraces his steps through the courtyard, leaving us alone for a few
precious minutes. With the door ajar, I slip inside Erich's cell and throw my
arms around him.
"Erich! I
thought I'd never see you again. Are you alright?"
"I’m
fine," he says, with a mixture of shock and relief. "And what about
you? How the devil did you manage to get in here?"
"I have my
ways," I say. "I did what anybody would do under the circumstances. I
had to see you again, no matter what. What are they going to do to you?"
"They're
charging me with espionage, but only after they hand me over to the Allies for
interrogation. We might as well say goodbye now, Abby. I'm sure I'll never see
you again."
I hiss in his
ear. "Listen carefully. I'm going to get you out of here. Just do as I
say…we've no time to lose."
"What? You
must be crazy!"
"I'm quite
serious," I affirm, pulling out the gendarme uniform. "This is our
only chance. Put it on quick. The outside gate is still unlocked and there's
only one policeman on duty right now. Larsen's in his office daydreaming and if
you hurry, you might be able to slip through the front gate. I calculate you
have about two minutes."
Erich's eyes go
wide as he assesses the uniform. He tears off his clothing and pulls on
the uniform with a ferocity I have never seen. First the jacket, carefully
fastening all of its buttons as he mutters, "This is the craziest thing I've ever heard" and then the trousers. Finally, he replaces his shoes. He smooths back his hair, tops it off with the cap, and lowers it until
it almost conceals his eyes.
"If they
catch me, they'll shoot me. You realize that, don't you?"
"Shhh!"
I caution. "He's coming back."
Danish sailors and naval marching band parading down a street in Fredericksted, St. Croix, 1916 |
Charlotte Amalie, once an important sea port in the Danish West Indies looking just like it did during Danish times. |
Typical island scene as painted by Danish artist Hugo Larsen ca. 1904-07 |
Danish gendarmes and police posing in front of portraits of King Frederick VIII and Queen Louise |
Fort Christian, the site of a suspenseful prison breakout scene in Spy Island |
Another gorgeous painting by Hugo Larsen |
The National Bank of the Danish West Indies, the site of a tense scene with a mad Voodoo Queen. |
Important Danish officials and sea captains await the final lowering of the Dannebrog at the side of Fort Christian. |
Post Office Square, just in front of the Grand Hotel |
Aerial photo St. Thomas Harbor and Hassel Island © Don Hebert |
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Thanks for taking part, Sophie.
ReplyDeleteIntriguing plot and great location. Love the images , so many oldies. The excerpt was fab: setting the scene of the great escape, but what next? I think my 2013 TBR pile has reached three stacks! ;)
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Thanks for hosting us, Francine. Having a virtual book was a great idea and so much fun. Writing scenes like this jail breakout scene was challenging but immensely rewarding. Naturally I don't want to give away any spoilers, but I must warn the readers they will be on the edge of their seat!
DeleteSophie, thanks for this - it is set in a time and place I know very little about and the invitation to find out more is very compelling!
ReplyDeleteHi Richard,
DeleteThanks so much for stopping by. If you would like to take a visual tour of all the landmarks that appear in the novel, feel free to watch this Charlotte Amalie walking tour. It's a real feast for the eyes:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ciE8DHGZfFU
Love the pictures that you included!
ReplyDeleteHi Yangsze,
DeleteWhat an unexpected honor to have you stop by my blog. I am really speechless. I am somewhat familiar with your forthcoming historical novel, The Ghost Bride, because your Literary Agent, Jenny Bent, posted your query letter as an example of what a truly great query letter should look like. I was so taken with it, that I must have read it 5 or 6 times. It was lyrical, compelling, and above all, mystical; it draws the reader in right away.
Since your book is not available to purchase until August, I just entered the Goodreads giveaway and if I'm one of the 50 lucky winners, I will read it and then I'd love to do an interview with you about what inspired you to write The Ghost Bride. It certainly sounds like an incredible story! From one former Boston girl to another former Boston girl: Congratulations!!
love the images that go with this post - enjoyed the read, thank you
ReplyDeleteHi Helen,
DeleteThank you for stopping by!