• The cover of the book Code Name Hélène

    Code Name Hélène

    Based on the real-life story of socialite spy Nancy Wake, this forthcoming title centers on one of the most decorated women to serve in World War II. She was so adept at evading capture that the Nazis placed a 5-million-franc bounty on her head. She parachuted into enemy territory, led a platoon of French Resistance fighters, and once killed a Nazi with her bare hands so as not to blow the cover of her fellow soldiers. She was basically a badass, way ahead of her time.

  • The cover of the book The Wife, the Maid, and the Mistress

    The Wife, the Maid, and the Mistress

    One summer night in 1930, Judge Joseph Crater steps into a New York City cab and is never heard from again. Behind this great man are three women, each with her own tale to tell: Stella, his fashionable wife; Maria, their steadfast maid; and Ritzi, his showgirl mistress. Based on the true story of a New York judge who really did disappear, Lawhon vividly evokes the glamour and grit of old New York.

    Sample passage:

    We begin in a bar. We will end here as well but that is more than you need to know at the moment. For now, a woman sits in a corner booth waiting to give her confession. But her party is late, and without an audience she looks small and alone, like an invalid in an over-sized church pew. It’s not so easy for her, this truth telling, and she strains against it. A single strand of pearls—brittle and yellowed with age—rests against the flat plane of her chest. She rolls them between her fingers as though counting the beads on a rosary. Stella Crater has avoided this confession for thirty-nine years. The same number of years she has been coming to this bar.

  • The cover of the book Flight of Dreams

    Flight of Dreams

    On May 3, 1937, 97 people board the Hindenburg for its final, doomed flight. Among them are a stewardess who is not what she seems; the steadfast navigator determined to win her heart; a blacklisted journalist; and an enigmatic American businessman with a score to settle. Over the course of three days, their lies, fears, and agendas will be revealed—and one in their party will set a plot in motion that will have devastating consequences for them all.

    Sample passage:

    It’s a bad idea, don’t you think?” Emilie asks, as she stands inside the kitchen door, propping it open with her foot. “Striking a match in here? You could blow us all to oblivion.” Xaver Maier is young for a head chef, only twenty-­five, but he wears the pressed white uniform—­a double-­breasted jacket and checkered pants—­with an air of authority. The starched apron is tied smartly at his waist, the toque fitted snuggly to his head. He gives her that careless, arrogant smirk that she has begrudgingly grown fond of and puts the cigarette to his lips. He inhales so deeply that she can see his chest expand, and then blows the smoke out the open galley window into the warm May evening. “Ventilation, love, it’s all about proper ventilation.”

  • The cover of the book I Was Anastasia

    I Was Anastasia

    An enthralling feat of historical suspense that unravels the extraordinary twists and turns in Anna Anderson’s epic battle to be recognized as Anastasia Romanov. Is she the Russian Grand Duchess or the thief of another woman’s legacy?

    Sample passage:

    Fifty years ago tonight Anna threw herself off a bridge in Berlin. It wasn’t her first brush with death, or even the most violent, but it was the only one that came at her hands. Anna’s husband does not know this, however. She watches him, watching her, and she knows he only sees a fragile old woman who has waited too long for vindication. He sees the carefully cultivated image she presents to the world: a crown of thinning, silver hair and tired blue eyes. Age and confusion and the gentle aura of. This could not be further from the truth. She has been many things through the years but—even at seventy-four—helpless is not one of them. At the moment, however, Anna is simply impatient. She sits in this living room, two thousand miles from her past, waiting for a verdict.