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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The last person Livvy expected to see as her new boss was her unrequited high school crush. Awkward! Embarrassing, too. She recognized him by his voice. He. on the other hand, was staring straight at her and he hadn't a clue who she was.
An expected blast of bitterly cold air hit her when she stepped out into ankle-deep snow. She leaned into driven snow to mount the steps to the front door. From the corner of her eye, she saw that her bobbed, brunette hair—where it escaped from under her cover—had curled tightly from the damp. Her glasses and wool overcoat had acquired a dusting of snow while crossing the driveway.
Bedraggled. What a first impression.
Inhaling a deep breath, she squared her shoulders and pushed the doorbell. No sound. She pushed the bell again. Nothing.
“I’ll have to get that fixed.”
She knocked loudly.
The door opened with an alacrity that startled her. The rigidity of the uniformed man towering above her made her feel she should click her rubber-booted heels. She tried to see his face, but snowflakes got in her eyes. She blinked and saluted. “Lieutenant Delacourt reporting for duty, sir.”
A disembodied voice growled from the darkened doorway. “You’re late!”
Livvy’s jaw dropped. She recognized that voice, one she hadn’t heard in almost ten years. The voice belonged to her colossal high school crush—Barrington Drew, III