Unrelenting: Love and Resistance in Pre-War Germany (World War II Trilogy Book 1)

Berlin, Germany 1932.

In a time of political unrest and strife, one man finds the courage to fight back…

Dr. Wilhem “Q” Quedlin, chemical engineer and inventor, lives for his science. A woman is not in his plans—nor is it to be accused of industrial espionage.

But things get worse from there.

Watching Hitler’s rise to power spurns his desire to avoid yet another war that will completely destroy his beloved country. Q makes the conscious decision to fight against what he knows is wrong, even if working against the Nazis could mean certain death for him— and anyone he loves.

Hilde Dremmer has vowed to never love again. But after encountering Q, she wants to give love a second chance.

When Q discloses his resistance plan, it’s up to Hilde to choose between her protected life without him or the constant threat of torture if she supports him in his fight against injustice.

She has witnessed enough of the Nazi government’s violent acts to be appalled by the new political power, but will this be enough for an ordinary girl to do the extraordinary and stand beside the man she loves in a time of total desolation?

This World War II spy story is based on the true events of one couple’s struggle for happiness while battling a war against their own leaders.

This book is a must-read for everyone wondering how an entire nation could slide from democracy to totalitarian dictatorship ultimately killing millions of “undesirables” whose only crime was having a different faith, skin color or political opinion.

Book 1 spans the years 1932 thru 1936

Sneak Peak into Unrelenting

Chapter 1

Dr. Wilhelm Quedlin didn’t know it, but today, the course of his life was about to change.

Q, as his family and friends called him, was on his way to work on this sunny October morning in 1932. Oranienburg was lovely this time of year, with trees flaming their fall colors along the banks of the Havel River.

Strolling through the gates of Auer-Gesellschaft, he quickly headed to his labs. Then stopped. The door to his office stood open, which was peculiar, but he entered nonetheless. He stopped just inside, surprise freezing him in his tracks. Two police officers were waiting for him. He recovered quickly and removed his hat, nodding to the men congenially as he placed it on the rack.

“Good day, gentlemen. What can I do for you?” he asked, trying to mask his surprise and worry with a polite welcome. An unexpected visit from the police was almost never a good thing. The political climate in Germany had grown increasingly tense, and everyone knew it was much better to keep a low profile these days.

“Doctor Quedlin, we need you to accompany us down to the police station,” the older officer said, unashamedly eying Q with blank, dark eyes.

“Is there a problem?” Q asked, trying to remain calm even as his mind raced to identify anything he could have done wrong. And who might have been around to witness his error and report it. Telling on one’s fellow man was no longer taboo like before, but actually encouraged by the government.

“You need to come with us now,” the older officer repeated, stepping forward, his expression brooking no argument.

Q nodded and retrieved his hat from the rack he’d just hung it on. “Of course, officer.” He stepped out of the office, keeping his eyes straight ahead and his hands in his pockets as he walked from the building, followed by the two police officers. On his way out, the eyes of his fellow workers watched him surreptitiously. Of course, they wanted to know what was going on, but without drawing attention to themselves, lest the police decided they too needed to be questioned.

The policemen ushered him from the building, past a seemingly perplexed gatekeeper and placed him in the back seat of a black DKW2. The motorized vehicle took off just as soon as everyone was inside. Q was squeezed between two officers, the seating very tight and uncomfortable from his point of view, but then again, the police were rarely concerned with anyone’s comfort.

He looked straight ahead, seeing the people hurrying along the streets, turning their heads to avoid the passing police automobile. No one seemed to even notice the beautiful sunny autumn day. Their minds were focused on getting to their destination and minding their own business. Even in his current predicament, or maybe because of it, he thought it sad that most people didn’t share so much as a passing smile or warm greeting to the people they encountered along the street.

On their way to the police station, they passed the Oranienburg Palace, with its white stucco walls and red tiled roof as well as several brick and stone buildings housing churches and schools. As they approached the last intersection before the police station, Q noticed a small group of men wearing the SS Schutzstaffel uniform standing on the street corner.

Unlike the police officers currently riding in the vehicle with him, those men wore all black uniforms. Their caps were adorned with the Totenkopf skull and bones symbol, indicating they were loyal followers of the National Socialist German Worker’s Party.


The late July elections had seen many parliament seats go to both the Nazis and the Communists, and political unrest was growing stronger with each passing day. Q sighed inwardly as he pondered on the reasons for the growing tensions.

With the crash of the United States Stock Market three years earlier, and the tremendous financial burden placed upon the German people by the Versailles Treaty to make reparations for Germany’s actions in the Great War, the economy and people were suffering greatly.

Banks had collapsed, factories and entire industries were in jeopardy of closing, and people were ripe for some sort of change. This was evidenced when Adolf Hitler’s Nazi party won an overwhelming thirty-seven percent of the popular vote in the most recent election.

Q looked at the younger police officer sitting next to him and asked, “Can you tell me what the problem is?” He understood very well that people didn’t get taken to the police station for a minor transgression and wanted to know what he was facing.

“Doctor Quedlin, we–”

“Silence!” the older officer stated from the front seat. “He will find out soon enough.”

Q bit his tongue so that he wouldn’t make a pointed remark and incite the rude policeman any further. The trickle of fear he’d felt since seeing the police officers in his office had increased during the automobile ride. It now crept up his spine and made his neck hair stand on end.

Finally, the police vehicle stopped in front of the three story brick building, and he was ushered into the station that had most definitely seen better days. The wooden furniture was worn and very sparse. Only two wooden chairs stood against the far wall, the only accommodations being made for visitors, of which Q was almost positive were few and far between. The climate didn’t allow for people to bring themselves to the police station unless the circumstances were dire and no other options existed.

He lowered his eyes and noticed the dirty and cracked tiles on the floor, which fit perfectly into the threatening and tense atmosphere of the entire place. Q’s fear escalated, but he did his best to regulate his breathing and stay calm.

Do not let them sense your fear. You’ve done nothing wrong. Remember that.

But his self-talk did little to quell his nervousness when a ranking officer approached. “Doctor Quedlin?”

“Yes. Could someone please explain why I’ve been brought here?”

“Of course. Take him to the interrogation room,” the ranking officer demanded, his voice harsh and intimidating. Another officer grabbed Q’s elbow and led him down the hallway, pushing him into a sparsely furnished room featuring a large, bare bulb light hanging over a well-worn wooden table and three chairs.

“Sit!” the man barked, pushing on Q’s shoulder until he took a seat.

The ranking officer entered the room and waited until the other one had left before he seated himself across from the table. When the metal door snapped shut, Q felt a sudden surge of panic. He was trapped, and nobody could come to his rescue. The officer stared into Q’s eyes, and Q tried not to fidget. “Oberkommissar Strobel,” he said by way of introduction. “You know why you’re here?”

“No, Herr Oberkommissar, if you would please let me know what this is about?” Q hoped the other man didn’t hear the panic in his cracking voice.

Oberkommissar Strobel sent him a stern glance, “You are Dr. Wilhelm Quedlin?”


“What were you doing at Auer-Gesellschaft?”

Q took a deep breath. The police probably knew all of that already, but he would play their little game. “I work there as chief engineer in the chemical laboratory and supervise a team of scientists.”

“Since when?”

“I started working for Auer-Gesellschaft four years ago after I received my Ph.D. in chemical engineering from the Technical University of Berlin.”

“What exactly did you work on?”

A puzzled look crossed Q’s face. He had no intention of going into detail about his scientific research. After all, that was classified material. “Herr Oberkommissar, I wrote my dissertation about the thermal decay of nitrous oxide, and at Auer-Gesellschaft, this expertise served handy in researching and investigating new ways of finding a method to de-stabilize…”

Oberkommissar Strobel cut him off. “Enough.” He paused for effect and added, “Doctor Quedlin, you have been accused of industrial espionage.”