Wounds of the heart are the hardest to heal. Solicitor’s clerk George Johnson has a secret goal when he moves into a London boarding house in the winter of 1920: to find out if his fellow lodger, Matthew Connaught, was the wartime traitor who cost George’s adored older brother Hugh his life. Yet the more he gets to know his quarry, the more George loses sight of his mission -- and his heart. Blessed with boyish good looks and charm in abundance, ad man Matthew is irrepressibly cheerful despite having lost an arm in the Great War -- and soon makes plain his attraction to George. As George’s feelings for Matthew grow, so does his desperation to know the truth about what happened that day in Ypres. Even if bringing all their secrets to light means he’ll lose the man he’s come to love.

To Love a Traitor

She seemed to be speaking from experience. “Miss—Sheila, what exactly did you do during the war?”


“That, I’m afraid, is very much covered by the Act.” She softened it with a smile. “Now, what do you suppose George Johnson’s background to have been?”


“I…I have no idea. Perhaps…” He broke off. What on earth could he pretend to be, without betraying himself in a hundred different ways every time he opened his mouth? The idea of his acting the part of a man who’d been on active service in the war was simply ludicrous—yet if he mentioned his time in Intelligence, surely Connaught’s suspicions couldn’t fail to be aroused?


Roger began to feel this a hopeless task—then he noticed Sheila was still smiling.


Chapter 13