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When her brother is killed at Pearl Harbor, nurse Lydia Davis puts her wedding to pilot and mechanic, Jeremy Cross on hold to join the Women's Army Corp of nurses, leaving to do her part for the war. Battling death and disease on the battlefields of Africa and Italy, Lydia faces many regrets, chief among them, leaving Jeremy. When Lydia finally returns to civilization for a short holiday in England, she discovers her former fiance, Jeremy is also stationed there. Will they rekindle the love they once took for granted or just take comfort from the horrors of war in each other's arms?

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When her brother is killed at Pearl Harbor, nurse Lydia Davis puts her wedding to pilot and mechanic, Jeremy Cross on hold to join the Women's Army Corp of nurses, leaving to do her part for the war. Battling death and disease on the battlefields of Africa and Italy, Lydia faces many regrets, chief among them, leaving Jeremy. When Lydia finally returns to civilization for a short holiday in England, she discovers her former fiance, Jeremy is also stationed there. Will they rekindle the love they once took for granted or just take comfort from the horrors of war in each other's arms?


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Autorenporträt
People have often asked me why I don't write about my adventures raising six sons. I have to admit that I prefer to write their stories as fiction because no one believes the stuff they put me through if I tell it as fact. In fiction I can clean my boys up a little when I like them and make them the heroes of my stories and if they've pissed me off, I can make them the villains. It's been a running joke around our house that mom will put you in her book and kill you off on page fifty, but some know they're the smelly corpse discovered in the ditch at the very beginning of the story. Heck, it's not even a threat anymore my grandkids are begging to be put in my books and even telling me how I can kill them off. I mean really, where's the threat in that? We put the fun in dysfunctional, what can I say? I have long conversations with my children and grandchildren about blowing things up and how to get rid of bodies. The holidays are never boring around our house.