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).
JoAnn has many achievements—Chief Clerk of a U.S. Senate Judiciary Subcommittee; traveling alone around the world; B.A., M.A.T. and M.B A. studies; and database administrator for an international law firm—but she’s most proud of becoming an author as a senior citizen.
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Sometimes it's easier just to let someone else take care of you.
Livvy came to with a massive headache. She was on a narrow cot in the NAMU parking lot, covered with a wool blanket. The damaged structure was a safe distance away. The building still stood, minus a number of window panes. Smoke seeped out openings. A fire engine and several police cars were parked close to the entrance, engines running. A number of cars and pickup trucks clustered nearby. Men milled about and talked in groups, most chafing their hands and stamping their feet to keep warm.
“What happened?” she asked.
“She’s awake,” someone said.
Livvy turned her head enough to see a gray-haired woman kneeling by her side. She wore a starched white cap and had a netted bun at the nape of her neck. The name on the NAMU badge pinned to her uniform overcoat pocket said she was Nurse Evans.
“Take it easy, dear. Nothing’s broken, but you had a nasty bang on the head.” The nurse held up one hand with some of her fingers bent down. “How many fingers do you see?”
“Right you are.”
Livvy realized some of the blurriness when counting the nurse’s fingers was because her glasses were missing. Her heart speeded up when she realized she didn’t have a backup pair with her. She couldn’t do her job without them. Panic rose.
“They’re okay,” Nurse Evans said. “I have them.”
“I need them to drive.”
“No more driving for you today, Missy. You need to rest.”
“No buts about it, my dear. We may need to send you to the hospital.”
The nurse put a finger over Livvy’s lips. The touch had a strangely calming effect. Livvy felt an affinity with the woman.
“Do you feel any nausea?”
“Not any more, but I’m cold and have a headache.”
“You’re still in shock, dear. I’ll get the ambulance driver to bring more blankets.”