I can find out that one’s going to Berlin, ask her to take pictures and do a bit of research for me, and when she says yes I can offer jokingly to Tuckerise her in Behind the Iron Cross (except that it’s a smutfest, I inform her, and she probably wouldn’t go for it), and when she disagrees and says that yes, she’d love to be immortalized as a kinky chanteuse, it inspires an entire scene in the book that not only promotes the industrial espionage subplot but also leads to one of the most deliciously filthy sex scenes I have ever written.

So, yeah, thanks, KM!