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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She'd grown up, lost weight, and enlisted into the WAVES. No wonder he didn't recognize his newly assigned aide.
Trey watched as the ambulance workers helped the nurse position his lieutenant on the back seat of the sedan. They donated pillows and blankets to make her comfortable. He understood the ambulance staff would stay at the NAMU facility until the “all clear” was given that no more explosive devices were found by the bomb squad men checking the other buildings.
Nurse Evans handed in the thermos of hot, sugared tea. “Sip this, sweetie. It’ll help keep you awake.”
Trey climbed into the driver’s seat and started the car on its clanking way. Irregular clumps of frozen snow pulled at the car’s steering. As he wrestled with the wheel, he developed an appreciation for the physical challenges his driver tackled on the trip to Warminster.
Trey searched for a way to start the conversation the nurse demanded. He decided the nagging thought was a good place to start.
“I have a nagging feeling we’ve met before. Have we?”
In the rearview mirror, he saw her briefly close her eyes and wondered if she were having trouble with a headache because of the blast. Over the noise of the chains, she said, “I’m Gwendolyn Smyth’s cousin.”
A mental connection kicked in. Awkward. He should’ve recognized her.
“Little Olivia?” He saw her scrunch up her nose and wondered what that was all about. “The little girl who used to hang around the gate cottage at Gwen’s place?” A smart, sweet, awkward and extremely shy girl.
“The very one. I go by Livvy now.”
No wonder he didn’t remember her. She seemed years younger than he in high school. A year was like a decade to a teenager. “I’m sorry I didn’t recognize you.”
“It was quite a while ago.”
“You should’ve said something.”
“I didn’t want to presume on past friendships between our families.”
Silence reigned until Trey remembered the nurse’s admonition to keep her talking. “What have you been doing since high school?”
To his surprise, she went into detail about her high school commercial courses and her business studies at Sarah Lawrence College. By the end of it, she’d given him the details he needed to determine which tasks he could safely delegate.