The US government recruits psychics to find spies during WWII.
Opening herself to ridicule by revealing she’s clairvoyant is the last thing U.S. WAVES Lieutenant Livvy Delacourt wants, but when Uncle Sam needs her skill to track Nazi spies, she jumps in with both feet.
When JoAnn carried wood as a pre-teen so her Great Aunt Martha could stoke up the iron stove to prepare dinner, she wasn’t thinking, “I could use this in a novel someday.” Yet, the skills she learned from her horse-and-buggy ancestors translate into backdrops for her historical romance and paranormal suspense novels.
Believing it’s never too late to create your dream, she resurrected a desire to write. Her debut medieval romantic suspense novels, MATILDA’S SONG and OUT OF THE DARK, received 4 stars from RT Book Reviews. Her historical western romance novels are POLITE ENEMIES and THE FARMER AND THE WOOD NYMPH. Her latest is a WWII paranormal suspense series, EXPECT TROUBLE (ETWG semifinalist 2015) and EXPECT DECEPTION (ETWG finalist 2016).
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Livvy focuses on shorthand swirls to keep a psychic vision from manifesting.
When she pulled into an empty parking space, dark and sinister energy struck her sharply in the belly. “Ooof,” she said before she could stop herself.
“Something wrong, Lieutenant?”
She dragged herself out of the car and around to the passenger side to open the door for the commander. A man in a business suit came out of the NAMU building and greeted them.
“Paul Lesisko, civilian plant manager.”
Trey introduced himself and his lieutenant. Nothing dramatic happened when the man shook Livvy’s hand. The manager wasn’t the source of her upset. Nor did she pick up negative vibrations from the men standing around outside. Something else was going on. She wished she knew what that something was.
Livvy stood by while the men talked and gestured. By holding the psychic barrier in place, she was relieved to find that the buzzing in her head gradually subsided until only the slightest ringing in her ears remained. Livvy pulled her glasses off and rubbed the bridge of her nose to relieve the tension before resettling the glasses on her nose. She checked her thought processes. Unclouded—and just in time, too. The men were entering the brick building and she needed to take notes on the inspection.
She pulled a shorthand notebook and pencil from her handbag and scurried after Trey and Mr. Lesisko. Stopping a short way from the men, she flipped open the shorthand pad. She dated a clean page and glided the pencil across the page, leaving behind swirls and lines as shorthand notes of the men’s conversation. She trailed after them in the drafty warehouse, shivering as she wrote, and barely succeeded in keeping the negative energy at bay.