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.
Ms. Ainsworth is the author of six 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 or send an email to email@example.com. Twitter @JoAnnAinsworth
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.