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 learned as a teenager to hide her special talent if she and her wheelchair-bound father wanted to continue living for free in the Gate House on Uncle Max' estate. That her clairvoyant visions were pushing to the surface in front of her new superior chilled her--to the bone.
Livvy was still a block away from the NAMU complex when the first waves of nausea hit her. A metallic taste flooded her mouth. Insidious buzzing—like millions of bees hovering over a clover patch—flooded her head.
Oh, no. I don’t need this.
A psychic attack was coming on. Her heartbeat increased and her breath caught in her throat. Her hands sweated, causing the steering wheel to slip from her grip so that she lightly sideswiped a snow bank.
“Watch what you’re doing.” Trey barked the command from the back seat.
Livvy groped in her standard-issue WAVES handbag for a pillbox and swallowed two aspirin tablets without water. She worked up enough spit to take the taste out of her mouth while she clung desperately to the steering wheel. Usually, her clairvoyant visions pertained to something happening in her life. Why would driving a naval officer to a meeting start one?
She mentally created psychic roses, building up a psychic barrier, and flung them to the outer rim of her aura until energy roses surrounded her head-to-toe. This trick, taught to her when a teenager by her mother, saved her time and again before her mom’s death. Livvy prayed it would work today.
Trey spoke as she slowly entered the NAMU gate. “Ignore the main building. They’ll be in the inventory shed around back.”
Livvy maneuvered the car past a series of buildings until she came to the back lot and a small brick warehouse she thought considerably larger than a shed.
“Ten minutes to spare.” Trey seemed relieved.
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.