The Violinist’s Secret
The brand-new heart-wrenching World War 2 historical novel from the bestselling author of The German Messenger
The brand-new heart-wrenching World War 2 historical novel from the bestselling author of The German Messenger
‘The nostalgic book of my dreams’
‘I was crying along to their heartache and cheering along to their triumph’
‘Hilarious, heart-breaking and swoon-worthy’
‘Beautiful…Tessa Harris has made me appreciate historical novels in a way that I haven’t in quite some time’ ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐
‘Oh my goodness…this book was so unputdownable…will never be forgotten’ ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐
‘A suspenseful novel of bravery and determination…highly recommended’ ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐
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‘If you’re a fan of WWII historical fiction [and] a courageous woman not willing to settle … I would highly recommend The Tuscan Daughter’ ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐
‘A superbly plotted historical drama… highly recommended!’ The Wishing Shelf
One woman must sacrifice everything to uncover the truth in this enthralling historical novel, inspired by the true World War Two campaign Radio Aspidistra…
‘[A] captivating story, wonderfully fleshed out characters and relationships, and beautiful writing make this a must-read!’ NetGalley reviewer, ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐
‘An exceptional tale, expertly crafted with endearing characters and an enthralling plot that will captivate readers.’NetGalley reviewer, ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐
A country at war. A dangerous secret.
‘Gripping, compelling and beautiful.’ Emma Cowell, author of The House in the Olive Grove
A secret big enough to destroy the Führer’s reputation. . .
January 1939:
‘A poignant page-turning story, beautifully written’ Leonora Nattrass, author of Blue Water
’Hugely evocative and beautifully written’ Anna Mazzola, author of The Clockwork Girl
‘The Silk Code had me absolutely hooked… A great storyline full of bravery, trust, love, survival, betrayal and determination.’ NetGalley reviewer, ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐
Based on the true story of ‘Englandspiel’, one woman must race against the clock to uncover a traitor, even if it means losing the man she loves.
Liverpool, 1940. “Where’s George?” Ruth didn’t realise that she had grabbed hold of the other woman’s arms. “Where’s my son?”
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