Two men. Spies. An American. A German.

The year is 1942. The globe is at battle.

In New York City, the German spy dutifully follows orders from the Third Reich, climbing the organization ladder as part of his cover. He offers everything. A loving wife. An excellent work. A tidy house on Long Isle. Everything is perfect. Until one night when his wife discovers his shocking secret.

In Germany, one of the U.S. Army’s deadliest commandos parachutes to globe. His objective: wreak havoc from behind foe lines. But about Doppelgänger: A World Battle II Espionage Thriller something goes terribly incorrect during his leap, leaving him with a lethal damage and a crucial choice. It’s destroy or be found out. He makes the ruthless decision, killing two innocents without hesitation, knowing he’ll never be the same once again.

Two years later on, sufficiently chastened, the two men independently claw their in the past to espionage relevance. Through careful analysis, the American learns from the German’s lifetime. He’s a soldier today, putting on the American homogeneous, murdering his personal senior officers beneath the cloak of battle.

As the parallel plots converge, the American doggedly stalks the German spy. First to Europe. Then to France. The killings intensify. A significant. A colonel. A general.

The hunt narrows from department, to regiment, to organization. It’s a search for a vicious killer.

It’s a search for the American’s doppelgänger.

Venerated Hitler and Nazi expert Don McKale phone calls it ‘classic espionage’ and heralds it a ‘crackling tale having a shocking climax.’