A Wing and a Prayer by Julie Lessman Review and Giveaway

About the Book

Series: The Cousins O’Connor
Genre:  Adult, Historical, Regency, Romance
Publisher: Phase Publishing
Publication date: April 1, 2020

She’s dead-set on giving everything to the war overseas …
Even if it means losing everything in a war of the heart.

A street orphan abused and abandoned by an alcoholic father at age five, Gabriella (Gabe) O’Connor has never let a man stand in her way yet. So when a handsome flight officer thwarts her plans to become a WASP — Women Air Force Service Pilot — she’s determined to join the war effort anyway she can. Her chance comes when she “borrows” foreign correspondent credentials from the Boston Herald—where her father is the editor—to stow away on a medical ship to the front.

Lieutenant Alex Kincaid pegs Gabe O’Connor as trouble the moment she steps foot on Avenger Field as a WASP cadet. As the eldest brother of a boy whose jaw Gabe broke in grade school, Alex is familiar with her reputation as both a charismatic ringleader and a headstrong hooligan who’s challenged every male and nun from grade school to college. As her WASP flight instructor, Alex eventually expels Gabe when she pulls a dangerous stunt. But when he is an evacuation pilot in France eight months later, their lives intertwine once again, exposing them to a danger as perilous as the German tanks roaming the Reichswald Forest: a love that neither expects.

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About the Author

Julie Lessman is an award-winning author whose tagline of “Passion With a Purpose” underscores her intense passion for both God and romance. A lover of all things Irish, she enjoys writing close-knit Irish family sagas that evolve into 3-D love stories: the hero, the heroine, and the God that brings them together.
Author of The Daughters of Boston, Winds of Change, Heart of San Francisco, Isle of Hope, and Silver Lining Ranch series, Julie was American Christian Fiction Writers 2009 Debut Author of the Year and has garnered over 18 Romance Writers of America and other awards.
Voted #1 Romance Author in Family Fiction magazine’s 2012 and 2011 Readers Choice Awards, Julie’s novels also made Family Fiction magazine’s Best of 2015, Best of 2014, and “Essential Christian Romance Authors” 2017, as well as Booklist’s 2010 Top 10 Inspirational Fiction and Borders Best Fiction. Her independent novel A Light in the Window was an International Digital Awards winner, a 2013 Readers’ Crown Award winner, and a 2013 Book Buyers Best Award winner.
Julie has also written a self-help workbook for writers entitled Romance-ology 101: Writing Romantic Tension for the Sweet and Inspirational Markets. Contact Julie through her website and read excerpts from each of her books at http://www.julielessman.com.

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Review

I am so glad Julie Lessman has continued to write about the O'Connor's! I fell in love with the O'Connor's back in 2008 with A Passion Most Pure and when the Winds of Change series ended I had O’Connor withdrawls! 

Her first installment of The Cousins O’Connor is full of heart wrenching emotion and does not disappoint! 

Ms. Lessman is true to her tagline of Passion With a Purpose in her story about Gabriella (Gabe) Dawn, the street urchin the Patrick and Marcy O’Connor adopted. 

Gabe has grown up but she is still a spitfire and is determined to do things her own way and definitely without God. “I don’t trust many men… And that includes God.” 

Julie Lessman is master story-teller and uses her story-telling to reveal God’s love and truth regardless of how stubborn the character may be. Historically this book takes the reader from 1943 to the end of the war. 
I cannot recommend this book enough!

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Character Interview with Gabriella (Gabe)

Andi - Hi, Gabe! Welcome to Radiant Light. I’ve gotten to know you through the O’Connor series but many might not know you yet. 

Gabe - Hi, Andi, and thank you for having me here today. It’s nice to be able to get my story out there because I think I’ve gotten a bum rap from Sister Mary Vomit and other nuns and teachers at St. Stephen’s in grade school, not to mention controlling men that I’ve dated and in my family, beginning with the man I respect most in life—my very own Pop. 

Andi - I appreciate you stopping by, Gabe. I agree with you, it's always nice to get your side of the story out.

What is the first thing you’d want them to know?

Gabe - The first and foremost thing people need to know is that I hate bullies in any form. Whether it’s men that who try to control me, females who try to bully me or others, or even a cock-eyed society where men are king. I gotta tell you it really gripes my cookies that women can’t be fighter pilots in this war because I was born to fight, and as one of the few female pilots around, I know I could fly circles around those other flyboys.

Pop’s convinced I’m a child prodigy, from academics and chess, to photography and flying, and he could be right. I have a photographic memory, which makes it easy for me in school—and hard for me in life because I remember every evil thing my alcoholic parents did to me before they tossed me in a trash heap at the age of five. Mom calls me a “defender of the weak,” and she’s right, too, because I will bust the chops of anyone—male or female—who I see kicking an underdog.

Andi - I'm not a fan of bullies either. I wasn't bullied as a kid, however, I've seen it and it just makes me want to hurt someone.

How would you describe Julie Lessman?

Gabe - After me, nobody hates bullies—or cliques—more than Jules, and champions underdogs like I do too. And that’s because she was bullied herself in grades 2-4, and it impacted her life forever. 

As one of thirteen, Jules went to kindergarten all day at her siblings’ school (instead of the two-hour allotted period) to avoid special pickup. Because of that, she was the teacher’s pet, receiving daily peppermints and special favors. As the top dog, kids actually used to fight over holding her hand if you can believe that. But when she switched schools in the 2^nd grade, she broke out with psoriasis all over, forcing her to wear knee socks and sweaters year-round, which the kids made fun of. Once, in front of the entire class, an old nun even asked her if she was “sure she didn’t have leprosy,” actually turning her into a leper who became the butt of jokes, picked last on teams, and ridiculed as the class “cootie.

It all changed, however, when she switched schools in the 5^th grade and stopped wearing sweaters and knee socks because she was fed up with doing that. Lo and behold, the sun got to her psoriasis and cleared most of it up, so she then became one of the most popular kids in the class again. But this time it was different because she KNEW what it felt like to be bullied and ostracized, so when the most popular kid in the class invited her to be part of their clique, Jules said no thanks and hung out with the less popular kids instead, building a group where everyone was treated fairly with kindness and acceptance. Both Jules and I think that’s how the world should be, so we try and do our part.

Andi - Wow! I am beyond saddened that happened to our dear friend, Jules. That story made me tear up!

What is your favorite afternoon snack? 

Gabe - Are you kidding? Dubble Bubble FOREVER! Although it really steamed my stockings when production was stopped during the war due to the sugar shortage. Fortunately, Mom and Pop gave me huge boxes full of DB each Christmas, so I have a good supply stashed away.
Andi - I totally forgot about your love of Dubble Bubble! The horror, I know!

How do you like being a member of the O’Connor family?

Gabe -  Oh, WOW, just reading that question brought tears to both my eyes and Jules’! Because, you see, both of us know what it’s like to grow up not being loved, so becoming a part of the O’Connors—which is actually Jules’ idea of the perfect family and loosely based on her own marriage—brought a healing to Jules and to me, filling in all the cracks and hurts with God’s love and that of family. So much so, that Jules actually rereads the O’Connor saga every year or so because she misses the family so much.

Andi -  I love the family as well. I'd love to have the time to reread the O'Connor saga from beginning to end. It's one of my favorite families too!

What made you choose to join the Women Airforce Service Pilots also known as W.A.S.P ?

Gabe - Ha! Because I love to fly circles around men, and I figured that was the best way to do it since I can’t be a fighter pilot. But Jules would say her one and only reason why I chose to join the WASPS was because of Mr. Vince Mooney, a dear friend of Jules and a Seekerville subscriber who suggested I become a WASP during the war. Jules had never even heard of the WASPs until Vince sent her a ton of information—and creative ideas from his fertile imagination—and that sealed the deal for us both. J
Andi - That definitely sounds like a perfect reason.

How did you meet Alexander Kincaid? Did you like him right away?

Gabe - I met Lieutenant “By-the-Book” Kincaid (otherwise known as “Lieutenant Prig-and-Proper”!) on my first day as a WASP trainee at Avenger Field, and he got on my nerves right off the bat. I thought he looked familiar, but it wasn’t till a month later that I found out he was the oldest brother of the “Kincaid bullies” who terrorized my grade school. You see, I busted one of his brother’s jaw with a bat in the 4^th grade and blackened his other brother’s eye in the 5^th grade. Of course, Lieutenant Prig-and-Proper knew who I was from the first day we met, which is why he picked on me, especially when he made me spit the bubblegum I was hiding behind my molars into my palm and fisting my hand over it. From that moment on, I resolved to make him pay, and trust me—I did! ;)  Problem was, he made me pay, too … by stealing my heart.

Andi - I remember those Kincaid bullies. From me to you, they deserved it. I bet you did. Thanks for stopping by again, Gabe, it was nice to get to know you a little better. 

There you have it, readers, straight from Gabriella (Gabe) Dawn O'Connor!

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A Gift Like No Other by Julie Lessman Review and Giveaway

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Her dream is writing. His is the perfect wife and mother. Until God fulfills them both with a dream like no other. Twelve years ago, Faith O’Connor happily gave up her dream as a copywriter to become a wife and mother, clinging to her husband’s promise she could return someday. But when the opportunity arises to write for the Boston Herald again two days a week, her dream hits a snag … along with her marriage. To Collin McGuire, family is everything because he never really had one of his own. Raised by a father who died early and a mother who didn’t care, Collin is determined to give his children the very best with a full-time mother. But when he denies Faith her dream, he soon discovers he’s denied his own as well … until Christmas day brings a healing through a gift like no other.

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Julie Lessman is an award-winning author whose tagline of “Passion With a Purpose” underscores her intense passion for both God and romance. A lover of all things Irish, she enjoys writing close-knit Irish family sagas that evolve into 3-D love stories: the hero, the heroine, and the God that brings them together. Author of The Daughters of Boston, Winds of Change, Heart of San Francisco, Isle of Hope, and Silver Lining Ranch series, Julie was American Christian Fiction Writers 2009 Debut Author of the Year and has garnered over 18 Romance Writers of America and other awards. Voted #1 Romance Author in Family Fiction magazine’s 2012 and 2011 Readers Choice Awards, Julie’s novels also made Family Fiction magazine’s Best of 2015, Best of 2014, and “Essential Christian Romance Authors” 2017, as well as Booklist’s 2010 Top 10 Inspirational Fiction and Borders Best Fiction. Her independent novel A Light in the Window was an International Digital Awards winner, a 2013 Readers' Crown Award winner, and a 2013 Book Buyers Best Award winner. Julie has also written a self-help workbook for writers entitled Romance-ology 101: Writing Romantic Tension for the Sweet and Inspirational Markets. Contact Julie through her website and read excerpts from each of her books at www.julielessman.com.

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Snippet from a Chapter in the Book

Chapter One

Boston, Massachusetts

September 1936

Lord have mercy … Faith O’Connor McGuire swallowed a gulp, glancing up as her husband strolled into their bedroom with that look in his eye, a towel wrapped low on his hips rather than his customary pajama bottoms. Which could only mean one thing. Her stomach fluttered along with her heart. He’d obviously missed her as much as she’d missed him during his week-long trade show in New York. Teeth tugging at her lower lip, Faith sat in their bed with a book in her lap, skin tingling as always when Collin McGuire entered a room. She took in the sculpted curve of his muscled arms and the hard, lean chest that tapered into a towel tied so low, his abdomen looked like it’d been chiseled in stone. Tall, dark, and dangerous, he’d been the Southie rogue who’d stolen every girl’s heart, and to this very day, Faith still marveled that somehow, someway, she’d been the one to steal his. Her mouth tipped up. Somehow? Someway? The seeds of a grin sneaked through. More like Someone. I honor those who honor Me. Oh, yes, Lord, you surely do, Faith thought for the thousandth time, the whisper of one of her favorite Scriptures—1 Samuel 2:30—a timely reminder that commitment to God’s precepts was the key to bounteous blessing. Heart racing, she sucked in a quiet breath and smiled, enjoying the warmth her husband stirred within. Because even after seventeen years of marriage, the man could still heat her blood with just a look. Like the one he was giving her right now—eyes smoky as they pinned her to the bed with dangerous intent, absolute confirmation there’d be no more reading tonight. “Tired?” he asked, the clean smell of soap and lime aftershave drifting in the room like an opiate as he approached with his usual confident swagger. His deadly gray eyes never strayed from hers while he plucked the book from her hand and tossed it on the nightstand with abandon. The slow smile she loved eased across his full lips as he turned out the light and sprawled horizontally on the moonlit bed, tugging her out from beneath the covers in one fluid movement to land her on top. Hungry palms skimmed the length of her satin gown. “Sweet mother of Job,” he rasped in a gravelly voice while his lips wandered her throat, “I love when you wear satin to bed, Faith, and God help me—I love it even more when I can take it off.” He gripped her close while he kissed her hard, his breathing suddenly as ragged as hers. “Tell me, Little Bit,” he whispered in a near groan, “do you have any idea just how much I’ve missed you?” His words blew warm in her ear, punctuated with a teasing flick of his tongue that immediately purled heat through her body. Oh, yes, my love, I definitely do .... “As much as I missed you, I hope,” she said with a quivering sigh, offering a weak tip of her head to give full access as he suckled the lobe of her ear. “More.” Burying his lips in her neck, he emitted a low growl while he rolled her over with all the grace of an athlete, his grin rakish as he straddled her with a decadent gleam in his eye. “So much, in fact, I intend to send Brady on all future trade shows out of town because I miss you too blasted much.” Easing down, he threaded his fingers into her hair and showed her just how much with a slow, languid kiss that both muddied her mind and whirled heat in her belly. “As God is my witness, Faith, you own me heart and soul because no other woman alive could even come close. Which means,” he whispered with a perilous smile, fingers hot as they carefully slid the strap of her gown off of her shoulder, “we have a lot of catching up to do, Mrs. McGuire.” And skimming her collarbone with his mouth, he did just that, heading south with slow, delicious kisses. “I love you, Collin,” she whispered a long while later, limp and lazy in his arms after they’d made love. Her body still hummed from his touch while her mind began to hum for an entirely different reason. “I love you, too, Faith.” He pressed a kiss to her head while he idly grazed the satin of her gown, his voice gruff with emotion. “More than I could ever say or do.” She paused, praying this might be the perfect moment to share what she hoped would be wonderful news. “Maybe not,” she said with a teasing lilt of her voice, fingers feathering across his washboard stomach to tease with a gentle dip in his navel. He softly pinched her waist. “And what’s that supposed to mean?” Faith sat up with a nervous grate of her lip, butterflies doing cartwheels in her stomach that nearly rivaled the dizzy whirl of Collin’s kisses. “I have good news to share, I hope,” she said softly, bending to gently sway her mouth against his. He stiffened for barely an instant before he gripped her arms with a wide span of eyes, his breathing suddenly shallow. “You’re pregnant?” His voice was hushed with hope. Faith blinked, painfully aware she’d just made a tactical error. Of course Collin would assume her good news was a baby because the man was desperate for another boy. With a nervous chew of her lip, she tenderly caressed the scruff of his jaw. “No, not pregnant, my love,” she said, diverting her mistake with a gently probing kiss she hoped would take his mind in another direction. “Although after this homecoming tonight, that’s a distinct possibility.” “Mmm … one can only hope.” He returned her kiss with a heated one of his own before rolling onto his side to hook her body flush with his. He pressed a kiss to her nose. “So, what’s your good news, Faith?” His mouth quirked into an affectionate smile. “Bren has finally learned to lift up the toilet seat? Or Abby has finally consented to you curling her hair?” Faith grinned, thinking both of those things would be very good news, indeed, since Abby was a tomboy and Bren a poor aim. “Noooo, nothing to do with the children. This has to do with me.” He offered a lazy smile as he cradled her face in his hands. “You’ve decided to wear satin to bed from now on?” “Well, that certainly can be arranged,” she said with a soft chuckle as she idly meandered a lazy finger down the scant line of dark hair that trailed from his chest down his stomach. “If you’re as happy about my news as I am.” Cocking his elbow to prop his head on his hand, he smiled, eyes in a squint. “Now you’ve got me really curious, Little Bit, so out with it.” “Well …” Giddy with excitement, Faith skittered up to sit Indian-style, hardly able to believe that after twelve years of devoting herself solely to being a wife and a mother, her dream to return to her job as a copywriter at the Herald could soon be a reality. “Charity happened to mention that Mitch said Father was short on copywriters at the Herald—” “Oh, no …” It was Collin’s turn to sit up, dark brows digging low as he stared at her in disbelief. “Please tell me you’re not thinking about going back to copywriting again.” Faith blinked, somewhat taken aback by the scowl on his face. “Well, yes, of course I am, Collin, but I’m only talking two days a week while the girls are in school—” “I don’t care if it’s only two hours a week, Faith. You have a responsibility to our children, so the answer is no.” She caught her breath, the sound harsh in the stillness of the night as she worked to contain her temper. “It-wasn’t-a-question, Collin,” she emphasized in a tone far tighter than she intended. “It was an opportunity I thought we should discuss since, as you well know, writing has always been my dream.” He grabbed his pillow and punched it several times before flopping down on his side, bunching it in a ball beneath his head as he closed his eyes. “Fine, we’ve discussed it. Case closed.” Jaw gaping, Faith snapped her mouth shut and silently counted to ten while she tamped down her anger. “Collin,” she said quietly, determined to approach this civilly instead of going off half-cocked like her husband. “Can you at least hear me out so we can discuss it like two rational adults who actually care about each other?” He peered up past shuttered lids, dark lashes so long and lips pursed so tight, he looked like her son refusing to eat his carrots. “I’m listening.” She expelled a silent breath. “Sean is crazy busy at the store, so he asked Emma if she could help out during the busy Christmas season twice a week,” she said quickly, grateful for the sister-in-law who had once managed Mitch and Charity’s department store, Dennehy’s, where her husband Sean was now the manager. “So, when I heard Father needed a part-time copywriter, I talked to Emma about each of us possibly trading off watching the kids two days a week. I mean, you know how close Bren is with her Daniel, so naturally both of the boys would be over the moon about this arrangement.” Unlike the sullen, little boy staring at me right now. She rushed on before Collin could interrupt. “It would only be two half days at the Herald from ten to two, well before the girls arrive home from school, and I’d be helping Father out as well, since he’s in dire need of copywriters.” She gently grazed his arm with her fingers, her voice fragile with hope as she continued. “With a depression on, Collin, the extra income would certainly help, too, taking some of the burden off of you. So really, if you think about it, it’s a win-win all the way around.” He slid her a narrow look. “I have thought about it and I don’t like it, not one little bit. This isn’t the Roaring twenties where women pushed to do whatever they bloomin’ well pleased. It’s the thirties, Faith, where married women have no business in the workplace, much less mothers. Period. We’re in the middle of a depression, for pity’s sake, where there aren’t enough jobs for men, much less mothers with young children.” He leaned in to pierce her with a hard gaze. “Children who still need them, so you can just get it out of your head right now. Bren is only four years old, and I don’t want him shuffled off or neglected just so you can pursue a whim. And in case you forgot, I am the breadwinner in this family and don’t need your help.” She blinked, stunned at the harsh bite of his words. “And I don’t need your permission!” she said, voice snapping along with her temper that the man who professed to love her more than he could “say or do” was squashing her dreams without a second thought. Chest heaving, she battled the sting of tears at the back of her lids, softening her tone in another attempt to corral her frustration. “You promised, Collin,” she whispered in a hoarse voice. “I put my dreams on hold to give you children, and you promised that after I had Abby, I could work part-time when all three girls were in school. Well, now they are, and Bren is close behind. And Father needs me”—her chin rose in her defense—“and I need the chance to pursue my love of writing, so I’m asking you—please—try to understand.” Gray eyes as cold as slate, Collin slowly rose from the pillow, lips clamped tight as he stared her down. A tic pulsed in his jaw, a rare sign of a temper she almost never saw. “All I understand, Faith,” he bit out in a tone brutal with bitterness, “is that this so-called ‘love’ of yours appears to exceed that for your husband and children.” She froze, shards of ice prickling her skin at the viciousness of his attack. The tears she’d tried so hard to stall now swelled in her eyes, unleashing a deluge of hurt and betrayal that drowned out all reason. “How dare you!” she hissed, fists clenched tight to keep from striking out. “And how dare you put your interests before that of our son!” he shouted back, obviously as enraged as she. Her tears fell, and with them any restraint, prompting a knee-jerk reaction that unleashed a swift slap across his face, the sound echoing like a clap of thunder rife with warning. His shock was at least equal to her own as they stared at each other through wide eyes, chests heaving and silence ticking away like the thundering heartbeats pounding in her chest. In the blink of his eye, fury calcified every line in that handsome face, distorting it into a man she didn’t know. Snatching his pillow up, he stalked to the closet to jerk a blanket from the top shelf, not once looking back as he bolted for the door. “Collin, I’m sorry,” she cried, but his only answer was a deafening slam that left her in a cold and empty bed where she’d just made love to her husband. A painful groan trailed from her lips. From ecstasy to agony in one violent sweep of her palm. “Oh, God, forgive me,” she whispered, sinking onto her pillow with a painful sob, well aware Collin would be too angry to accept her apology tonight. Heartsick, her body heaved as she lay there weeping, praying this awful rift would be over come morning. Boom! The door flew open with a crack to the wall, and Faith jolted up in bed, stomach cramping when her four-year-old son flew into the room with terror in his eyes. “M-Mommy, Mommy, I h-heard a loud b-bang,” he cried, voice quivering as much as his little body. Faith swept him up in her arms, clutching him tightly as she hurried toward the door. “It was nothing, sweetheart, I promise, so let’s get you back to your bed.” He clung as if he would never let go, small fingers digging into her back with a panic that rivaled the angst in her gut. “B-But it sounded like something breaking, and I’m afraid it might be a monster, so w-will you sleep w-with m-me for a while?” “Absolutely, sweetheart.” She laid him down in his bed, then crawled in alongside, grateful to escape the terrible loneliness of her empty room down the hall. Pressing a soft kiss to his head, she tucked the covers around them both, snuggling as close to him as he was to her. “I promise there are no monsters, Bren,” she whispered as she swept a tender palm down the whole of his tiny back, “and definitely nothing breaking, my love.” He shivered, and she followed suit, while a single tear slowly slid from her eye. Unless it’s my heart.

Review

Get ready for some holiday cheer! This new book of Ms. Lessman will have wives wanting to snuggle up to their hubby's next to a warm fireplace. Since Julie Lessman first penned A Passion Most Pure her tagline has been passion with a purpose and she's lived up to that with every book she writes.

She puts her character's in compromising situations in order to highlight real issues that plague marriages today. Taking those situations she weaves nuggets of Bible precepts into what her character's are dealing with showing God and His love.

This book has a warning of a higher level of romantic passion, I didn't find it to be inappropriate. Ms. Lessman truly has a gift of writing passion filled love scenes cleanly and keeping it within the bounds of marriage.

As a reader once I finish reading one of Ms. Lessman's books, whether a novella or full length novel, I feel as though I have had a long conversation with her. Her books come straight from her heart and you feel that with every turn of the page.

"The seeds of divorce. It's a term I read about once, where thinking negative thoughts about your spouse --- focusing on them --- can plant the seeds of divorce in a marriage, possibly taking the marriage down from there." Faith

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A Thousand Sleepless Nights by Teri Harman - Book Spotlight

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Is love stronger than grief?
After the death of her Aunt Jetty, the woman who raised her, Matilda White packs a single suitcase, leaving behind her home, her small town in Kansas, and the man she’s supposed to marry.
Henry Craig is a writer—if only he could find the right words. While sitting at a worn table in a Detroit library he sees a new librarian, Matidla, and suddenly the world erupts with words.
Six years later, Matilda and Henry load their young daughter Lucy, two antique typewriters, and a box of Henry’s love letters into the car and head off to a new life. But one snowstorm and a slippery road take it all away. In that black moment of tragedy Matilda turns to Henry and says, “I wish I’d never met you.”
The world goes dark.
Matilda wakes up in Jetty’s dilapidated house with no memory of the last six years. Beside her on the bed, a book and an antique typewriter.
Henry wakes up in his familiar spot in the library, a book and old typewriter squatting on the table beside him. He can’t remember the last six years.
Can words on a typed page, sent from one typewriter to another, push aside tar-thick pain and resurrect love?

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Teri Harman has believed in all things wondrous and haunting since her childhood days of sitting in the highest tree branches reading Roald Dahl and running in the rain imagining stories of danger and romance. She’s the author of three previous books: Blood Moon, Black Moon, and Storm Moon. She also writes about books for ksl.com, and contributed regular book segments to “Studio 5 with Brooke Walker,” Utah’s number one lifestyle show. She lives in Utah with her husband and three children. Visit her at teriharman.com.

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I was scheduled to post a review of this book, however I got sick and had some medication changes which pub me behind schedule. I have started this book and will be posting a full review as soon as I finish.

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