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<\/a><\/p>\nThe Proposition<\/strong><\/em><\/a> Now Andrew, he is just another face in post war London until a letter arrives with a proposition. Accepting is out of the question, refusing pushes him into a nightmare of greed, blackmail and murder. To survive he must live this lie without a mistake, until Lacey, her secrets and the truth.<\/p>\n Buy link:<\/strong> Excerpt:<\/strong> The niggling coil of unease had been growing and now, as Andrew watched the dining room door close behind Elliot, his instincts were jabbing at hm. His host had been charming and hospitable. Last night, after a delicious dinner at Browns Hotel, they\u2019d touched on their family connection, unsure of what to say without offending the other. Elliot had twirled his glass between his fingers. \u201cMy grandparents made a lot of money from the textile industry, my father sold seventy percent of those businesses and invested in other profitable enterprises. To put it simply, he was a very astute, successful businessman, but I\u2019m afraid he was not a good husband and father. He cared little for us and it distresses me that he cared even less for you and your mother.\u201d<\/p>\n Today, Elliot had proudly introduced him to his pride and joy, a dark grey Austin-20hp, motoring smoothly out of London and onto the soft Essex countryside. When they\u2019d stopped at Thaxted\u2019s Swan Inn for lunch, Elliot had commented, \u201cEvery spare acre in Essex has been growing vegetables, doing their bit for the war effort and rationing.\u201d When they continued on to Saffron Walden, he\u2019d pointed to his left, \u201cRailway station, a branch line from Audley End. Made a big difference to this town.\u201d<\/p>\n They\u2019d stopped briefly in High Street, then through the marketplace, bumping over cobblestones to a wider road and finally stopping at the entrance of a large Victorian house. He\u2019d been shown to his room overlooking the rear of the house with its garden rows of vegetables. Elliot had apologized again, business to attend to and please make himself at home. Not used to the substantial meals, he\u2019d slept until five pm. At seven pm, he\u2019d joined Elliot in the dining room where silver serving dishes containing roast beef, baked potatoes and green vegetables sat on spirit warmers.<\/p>\n \u201cVery informal this evening,\u201d Elliot had said breezily. \u201cI asked my daily help to prepare something easy for us, so please, help yourself.\u201d<\/p>\n The only time his host\u2019s friendliness disappeared was when the daily help tapped on the door to tell him she\u2019d answered the phone and left the message on the phone pad.<\/p>\n Something was very wrong, or perhaps he was too jumpy from living on this tight rope of lies. The door opened again.<\/p>\n \u201cMuch more comfortable,\u201d Elliot grinned and sat down. \u201cMore wine?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNo thank you, I might not be able to climb the stairs, but I must thank you for another very pleasant evening.\u201d<\/p>\n Elliot\u2019s grin disappeared. \u201cIt\u2019s time to discuss the business proposition which will give us both what we want.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI confess I was intrigued when I received your letter,\u201d Andrew replied guardedly.<\/p>\n \u201cYou will perform a service and if that service is completed satisfactorily, I will pay you three hundred pounds and pay your outstanding debts.\u201d<\/p>\n Andrew went perfectly still. \u201cPerform a service?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYou will impregnate the woman I married.\u201d<\/p>\n Jan:<\/strong> Contact Jan:<\/strong> <\/p>\n Powered by Linky Tools<\/b><\/p>\n Click here<\/a>\u00a0to enter your link and view this Linky Tools list…<\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" This is a blog hop. 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\nThey 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 is a risk, a hanging offence, it\u2019s his only hope for a future. Harry swaps identity discs.<\/p>\n
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\nJan Selbourne was born and educated in Melbourne, Australia and her love of literature and history began as soon as she learned to read and hold a pen. After graduating from a Melbourne Business College her career began in the dusty world of ledgers and accounting, working in Victoria, Queensland and the United Kingdom. On the point of retiring, she changed course to work as secretary of a large NSW historical society. Now retired Jan is enjoying her love of travelling and literature. She has two children, a stray live in cat and lives near Maitland, New South Wales.<\/p>\n
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