Perfect for fans of Jacqueline Winspear, Charles Todd, Robert Harris, and Susan Elia MacNeal, here is the next thrilling historical novel featuring Clara Vine, the British actress and special agent who glides through the upper echelons of Nazi society, covertly gathering key intelligence—and placing herself in mortal peril.   In the spring of 1939, the drums of war beat throughout Europe, but nowhere more ferociously than in Berlin. The film studio where Clara Vine works is churning out movies, but each day that she stays in Germany is more dangerous than the last. Spying on the private life of the Third Reich, passing secrets to contacts in British intelligence, falling into a passionate affair—any of these risky moves could get Clara shot. So she is wholly shaken when someone close to her is murdered instead. The victim is Lottie Franke, an aspiring costume designer and student at the prestigious Faith and Beauty finishing school that trains young women to become the wives of the Nazi elite. While the press considers Lottie’s death in the Grunewald forest the act of a lone madman, Clara uncovers deeper threads, tangled lines that seem to reach into the darkest depths of the Reich—and to a precious discovery that Hitler and his ruthless cohorts would kill for.   Previously published in the U.K. as Faith and Beauty   Praise for Jane Thynne’s first Clara Vine novel, The Scent of Secrets   “A brilliant tale of spies and secrets, of intense psychological drama, of edgy climax and one extraordinary heroine.” —Beatriz Williams, New York Times bestselling author of A Hundred Summers   “A compelling story of love and betrayal in Hitler’s Berlin . . . Peppered with real-life characters, this series offers a fascinating glimpse of the extraordinary world of the Nazi wives.” —Daisy Goodwin, author of The American Heiress   “An alluring blend of thrills, suspense, historic detail, and seduction.” —Susan Elia MacNeal, author of the Maggie Hope series   “An extraordinary, absorbing read with an array of characters so real you’re there with them as war looms, and a pace that sweeps you from page to page. This is indeed a winner!” — Charles Todd, author of Inspector Ian Rutledge Mysteries Praise for Jane Thynne’s first Clara Vine novel, The Scent of Secrets   “A brilliant tale of spies and secrets, of intense psychological drama, of edgy climax and one extraordinary heroine.” —Beatriz Williams, New York Times bestselling author of A Hundred Summers   “A compelling story of love and betrayal in Hitler’s Berlin . . . Peppered with real-life characters, this series offers a fascinating glimpse of the extraordinary world of the Nazi wives.” —Daisy Goodwin, author of The American Heiress   “An alluring blend of thrills, suspense, historic detail, and seduction.” —Susan Elia MacNeal, author of the Maggie Hope series   “An extraordinary, absorbing read with an array of characters so real you’re there with them as war looms, and a pace that sweeps you from page to page. This is indeed a winner!” — Charles Todd, author of Inspector Ian Rutledge Mysteries Jane Thynne  was born in Venezuela and educated in London. After graduating from Oxford, she worked for the BBC,  The Sunday Times , and  The Daily Telegraph . She continues to freelance as a journalist while writing her historical fiction. Her novels, including the Clara Vine series, have been published in French, German, Greek, Turkish, Italian, and Romanian. The widow of Philip Kerr, she has three children and lives in London, where she is working on her next novel. Chapter 1 Berlin, in April 1939, was partying like there was no tomorrow. The Führer was fifty and the whole of Germany was in a frenzy. The day itself had been declared a National Holiday and the largest military parade ever held—five hours’ worth of storm troopers, hurricane troopers, tornado troopers, and every other type of trooper—was proceeding along the new East-West Axis, the great triumphal boulevard that ran all the way from Unter den Linden to the Olympic Stadium. Guns and tanks glittered in the morning air as the boots of fifty thousand soldiers thudded rhythmically into the ground. One hundred and sixty-two Heinkel bombers, Messerschmitt fighters, and Stuka dive-bombers performed flybys at five-minute intervals, leaving lightning flashes of vapor in the sky. Deputations of the Hitler Youth and League of German Girls had arrived from all over Germany. There were armored cars, cannons, Howitzers, and antiaircraft guns. And more than a million spectators, most of them carrying black bread sandwiches, bottles of beer, and swastika flags. Clara Vine shuffled her feet and looked down at her glossy Ferragamo leather pumps. They were hand-stitched in Florence, had cost the earth, and they hurt like hell. Why on earth had she not worn comfortable shoes? She was hungry and thirsty and longing to sit down. She had been there since nine that morning, but h