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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Family ties feature prominently in the social fabric of the early 20th century.
As a naval officer, Trey first carried out his duty--to offer advice to the facility manager to protect NAMU from sabotage in the future.
Always in the back of his mind is his obligation to help a childhood friend who, unexpectedly, came under his command.
Trey ordered three copies of the photographs being taken of the damaged device and its surrounding area. The military man assured him the film would be developed quickly. The photographs, along with the requested blueprints and engineering data, would be delivered to Hamilton House by early afternoon.
Trey excused himself. “I need to see to my lieutenant and get back to my office.” He had his own security to set into place. After this experience, the task was more urgent.
As Trey arrived at the parking lot, he saw with relief that his lieutenant was awake, wrapped in wool blankets, and sitting up on a cot in the cold wind and falling snow. She drank from a steaming cup with gloved hands. As he walked toward her, the nagging feeling he’d had all morning came back—a faint recollection that he knew his new aide. For the life of him, he just couldn’t place from where.
“How is she, nurse?”
“Coming around nicely, Commander. No signs of a concussion as yet, but she’ll need monitoring.”
“Is she good enough to come back to the office?”
The nurse cocked her head. “If she rides stretched out on the back seat and you drive.”
“I’ll drive.” Trey was under intense pressure from Admiral Barber to get the facility functioning. He needed the lieutenant’s office skills, even if she had to sit in a chair and direct others. Her incapacity couldn’t be worse than his own fumbling efforts. He hadn’t a clue how to work most office machines, let alone order them. He never had to devise a filing system and set up procedures. Always in the past, labeled file folders were delivered to him by well-trained staff. A little driving on his part to make this happen wasn’t a problem to his self-esteem.
Nurse Evans interrupted his thinking. “Check her tonight. Make sure she doesn’t start seeing double or get a blinding headache.”
Trey nodded. “I’ll keep an eye on her. If she needs help, the Navy has a doctor who makes house calls.”
“Keep her talking,” the nurse said, shaking a finger in admonition. “She needs to stay awake and tell you how she’s feeling every so often. If you can’t keep her awake, get the doctor to examine her as soon as you get back to Philadelphia.”
“I will.” She’d get the best of care, even if he had to call in his personal physician and pay out of his own pocket.