Our Woman In Paris: A World War Historical Spy Fiction Short Story

By Connor Whiteley

An Occupied France. A Female Spy. An Impossible Mission.

1941, Paris, France.

MI6 Spy Victoria Oxley loves France. She receives an impossible mission. Victoria makes a shocking discovery.

What she discovers might change the course of the war.

A gripping, suspenseful, unputdownable historical fiction story about duty, passion and female strength. 

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Also available in Spy Stories Collection and World War Two Historical Fiction Collection.

• Language: English
• Publisher: CGD Publishing
• Release date: Apr 21, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215937068

Connor Whiteley

Hello, I'm Connor Whiteley, I am an 18-year-old who loves to write creatively, and I wrote my Brownsea trilogy when I was 14 years old after I went to Brownsea Island on a scout camp. At the camp, I started to think about how all the broken tiles and pottery got there and somehow a trilogy got created.Moreover, I love writing fantasy and sci-fi novels because you’re only limited by your imagination.In addition, I'm was an Explorer Scout and I love camping, sailing and other outdoor activities as well as cooking.Furthermore, I do quite a bit of charity work as well. For example: in early 2018 I was a part of a youth panel which was involved in creating a report with research to try and get government funding for organised youth groups and through this panel. I was invited to Prince Charles’ 70th birthday party and how some of us got in the royal photograph.Finally, I am going to university and I hope to get my doctorate in clinical psychology in a few years.

Book preview

OUR WOMAN IN PARIS

August, 1941

Paris, France

MI6 Spy Victoria Oxley leant against the cold black lamppost on a street corner near central Paris and just watched all the horrible sights around her. She normally loved Paris before the war with its beautiful bakeries, clothing store and people with such amazing character that she actually never wanted to leave here.

But that was a long, long time ago.

Victoria was not impressed in the slightest at how perverse the Nazis had been about changing beautiful Paris. In particular the amazing street she was standing on had once been home to some of the most amazing French patisseries in all of France with its mini-cakes, delightful pastries and the most sensational jams she had ever tasted.

Now Victoria only saw the Nazi flags flying and flapping angrily against repurposed shops and homes and post offices that were now used by Nazis, the Gestapo and all other foul departments of Hitler’s war machine.

Even the air seemed to have lost something great and French about it, for the air no longer smelt lovely with hints of yeast, sugar and caramel. It only smelt of death and Victoria just hated it.

It was probably why she had became a spy and wanted to help the French Resistance so