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.
JoAnn Smith Ainsworth experienced food ration books, Victory Gardens and black-out sirens as a child. These memories help her create vivid descriptions of time and place for her award-winning, WWII paranormal suspense series wherein the U.S. government recruits psychics to hunt down Nazi spies. 1. Expect Trouble was a runner-up in the 2016 Shelf Unbound Best Indie Book Competition and a semi-finalist in the East Texas Writers Guild first-chapter contest. 2. Expect Deception was a finalist in the 2016 Best Book Award in the category of Mystery/Suspense and a finalist in the East Texas Writers Guild first-chapter contest. 3. Expect Betrayal released during the pandemic. 4. Expect Obsession was finalist at 2022 Global Book Awards. 5. Expect Treachery is being written. Ms. Ainsworth is the author of eight published novels. Expect Betrayal (Book 3) will release in 2020. She has B.A. and M.A.T. degrees in English and has completed her M.B.A. studies. She lives in northern California. To learn more, please visit https://www.joannsmithainsworth.com.
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Book Excerpt
Expect Trouble
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?”
“Two.”
“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.
“My glasses.”
“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.”
“But….”
“No buts about it, my dear. We may need to send you to the hospital.”
“But….”
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.”
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