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In a parallel-world 21st-century San Francisco where the Kaiser’s Germany won World War One and went on to dominate the world, Paul Gomes and his father Lawrence are secret agents for our timeline, posing as traders from a foreign land. They run a storefront shop called Curious Notions, selling what is in our world routine consumer technology – record players, radios, cassette decks – all of which is better than anything in this world, but only by a bit. Their real job is to obtain raw materials for our timeline. Just as importantly, they must guard the secret of Crosstime Traffic – for of the millions of parallel timelines, this is one of the few advanced enough to use that secret against us.

Now, however, the German occupation police are harassing them. They want to know where the Gomeses are getting their mysterious goods. Under pressure, Paul and Lawrence hint that their supplies come from San Francisco’s Chinese…setting in motion a chain of intrigues that will put the entire enterprise of Crosstime Traffic at deadly risk.

Meet secret agent, Jerry Cornell: the polar opposite if a super sleuth.

Jerry is always careful to choose a case that will solve itself so he can spend most of his agency’s time in bed with a beautiful woman. But his luck runs out when he accidentally takes on the the assignment code-named ‘Devil Rider’.

The Russian Intelligence is the hilarious sequel to The Chinese Agent.

Arthur Hodgkiss – a master gem thief – is in London, about to realise his lifelong ambition to steal the Crown Jewels. But he is mistaken for Chinese agent, Kung Fu Tzu, and is unwittingly given a package containing stolen top secret government plans.

Enter British Intelligence who put their top man on the job: the suave, fearless ladies’ man, Jerry Cornell. There ensues a chaotic comedy of errors in which Jerry Cornell pursues Kung Fu Tzu, the titular Chinese agent, who is in turn pursuing Arthur Hodgkiss, who was given the secret plans for which Cornell is pursuing Kung Fu Tzu.



In this perfect circle of bluff and counter-bluff, the only one thing that is certain is that nothing can be known for sure.