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When fun-loving glamour girl Quintessa Beaumont learns the Navy has established the WAVES program for women, she enlists, determined to throw off her frivolous ways and contribute to the war effort. No-nonsense and hoping to make admiral, Lt. Dan Avery has been using his skills to fight German U-boats. The last thing he wants to see on his radar is a girl like Tess. For her part, Tess works hard to prove her worth in the Anti-Submarine Warfare Unit in Boston--both to her commanding officers and to the man with whom she is smitten. When Dan is assigned to a new escort carrier at the peak of the Battle of the Atlantic, he's torn between his lifelong career goals and his desire to help Tess root out a possible spy on shore. The Germans put up quite a fight, but he wages a deeper battle within his heart. Could Tess be the one for him?With precision and pizazz, fan favorite Sarah Sundin carries readers through the rough waters of love in a time when every action might have unforeseen world-changing consequences.

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Historical romance

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Publié par	Baker Publishing Group
Date de parution	14 mars 2017
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781441246127
Langue	English
Poids de l'ouvrage	1 Mo

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© 2017 by Sarah Sundin
Published by Revell
a division of Baker Publishing Group
P.O. Box 6287, Grand Rapids, MI 49516-6287
www.revellbooks.com
Ebook edition created 2017
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means—for example, electronic, photocopy, recording—without the prior written permission of the publisher. The only exception is brief quotations in printed reviews.
Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data is on file at the Library of Congress, Washington, DC.
ISBN 978-1-4412-4612-7
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.
Published in association with the Books & Such Literary Agency.
Praise for the Waves of Freedom Series
“Lillian’s adventures, her dashing man, their growing faith in God, and an exciting historical context will satisfy readers looking for an uplifting story in the midst of falling hope.”
— Publishers Weekly on Anchor in the Storm
“Readers will be swept up by the novel’s chilling dramatic irony, heartwarming charm, and rich naval history as Sundin tells a compelling story of rising above appearances and finding one’s true anchor in faith.”
— Booklist on Anchor in the Storm
“The second installment of Sundin’s Waves of Freedom series is as intriguing and heartfelt as the first.”
— RT Book Reviews , 4 stars on Anchor in the Storm
“Providing readers with an immersive experience, Sundin vividly re-creates the atmosphere of a country on the brink of entering World War II.”
— Library Journal on Through Waters Deep
“Readers will be struck by the thoughtfulness and care Sundin brings to every thread in this chilling story as they are swept up into the exciting plot twists leading to a thrilling climax.”
— Booklist on Through Waters Deep
“Readers will encounter U-boats and torpedoes, along with the power of true love, in this hopeful and romantic story.”
— Christian Retailing on Through Waters Deep
“Fully entertaining from beginning to end. Through Waters Deep is a deftly crafted novel that is a completely absorbing read with unexpected twists and turns.”
— The Midwest Book Review on Through Waters Deep
Dedication
Dedicated to the 86,000 women who served in the WAVES during World War II. Your patriotism, pioneering spirit, and enthusiasm inspire us today.
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About the Author
Books by Sarah Sundin
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1
Boston, Massachusetts Thursday, July 30, 1942
A touch of kindness and enthusiasm could transform a person’s spirit, and Quintessa Beaumont delighted in participating in the process.
“This is lovely on you, Mrs. Finnegan.” Quintessa lined a box with tissue paper on the counter at Filene’s.
Her customer giggled and tucked a gray curl behind her ear. “Listen to me. I sound like a schoolgirl. All because of a blouse.”
“Not just any blouse. The perfect blouse for you.” Quintessa laid the floral fabric in neat folds in the box. At first, Mrs. Finnegan had struck her as drab and tired and dowdy. Shame on her for thinking that way—so shallow. But as Quintessa had assisted the older lady in her search, she’d sensed a sweet dreaminess. Mrs. Finnegan deserved a blouse that reflected who she was inside, something to make her happy and confident. Quintessa had found it.
She settled the lid on the box and handed it to Mrs. Finnegan. “Thank you for your purchase. It was a pleasure meeting you.”
“The pleasure was mine. You certainly have a gift, Miss Beaumont.” Mrs. Finnegan strolled down the aisle with a new bounce in her step.
Quintessa returned to the sales floor and straightened racks of summer blouses, which needed to be sold to make room for autumn merchandise.
Filene’s fifth floor boasted fashionable women’s apparel, designed to meet the War Production Board’s standards to limit use of fabric. For the past ten months, Quintessa had rotated among Filene’s various shops, learning the business and the wares. When her year in training was complete, she could finally put her business degree to use in the offices.
A few ladies browsed the racks. With so many women working now due to the war, business was slow on weekday mornings.
A figure in white caught her eye—a naval officer with a familiar determined gait. Quintessa’s heart lurched. Dan Avery? What was her roommate’s oldest brother doing here?
She smoothed her blonde curls but stopped herself. Why bother? The man was already married—to the United States Navy.
Although his stride didn’t waver, he gazed from side to side like a lost child, frowning and squinting. Then he spotted Quintessa, and the frown and squint disappeared.
He was looking for her. Another lurch, with a tingle this time, but Quintessa shoved it aside. She tilted her head. “Lieutenant Daniel Avery. Whatever brings you to Filene’s better blouses?”
“My mom’s birthday.” Dan rubbed the back of his neck and eyed the clothing racks as if they were a fleet of enemy vessels. “I tried to bribe Lillian to do my shopping for me, but she refused. Some sister. Told me you’d help me find something.”
Quintessa loved her roommate’s forthright nature. “Does the bribe apply to me too?”
He didn’t smile. He rarely did, and she didn’t think she’d ever heard him laugh, but his dark eyes twinkled. A no-nonsense man, but not humorless. “I imagine Filene’s disapproves of employees taking bribes.”
“I’ll settle for the commission.” Shifting her thoughts to her former Sunday school teacher, Quintessa contemplated the summer blouses. “Let’s see. Your mother is about Lillian’s size and coloring.”
“Plumper and grayer.”
No wonder the man was still a bachelor. “We would never say that here at Filene’s. She’s more mature.”
“I’d hope so. Raising the seven of us, she’s earned her gray.”
Quintessa smiled and flipped through the blouses. Mrs. Avery handled the business end of her husband’s boatyard, and she was neither frilly nor frumpy.
“How about this?” Quintessa held up a tailored cream blouse with a brown yoke and short brown sleeves. An embroidered green vine with delicate yellow flowers softened the border between cream and brown.
“I’ll take it.”
“Let’s see what else we have.”
“Why?” Dan gestured to the blouse. “Is it her size?”
“Yes.”
“Do you think she’ll like it?”
“Well, yes, but—”
“I’ll take it.”
The man certainly knew his mind. One of many things she found attractive about him. “All right then.”
Quintessa took the blouse to the cash register and rang up the purchase. “How are things at the Anti-Submarine Warfare Unit?”
One dark eyebrow lifted, and he pulled out his wallet. “We’re making progress, but personally, I want to get back out to sea.”
“That’s where the excitement is.”
“And the real work. We finally have convoys along the East Coast, and we’ve pretty much driven the U-boats away. But they’re back to their old hunting grounds in the North Atlantic, and they’re wreaking havoc in the Caribbean and the Gulf of Mexico. The battle’s constantly changing, and we have to stay on top of it.”
Quintessa focused on making change. Concentration was always difficult when Dan Avery spoke about the war or ships or the Navy. Passion lit the strong lines of his face and animated his firm mouth. If only he’d remove his white officer’s cap and run his hand through his wavy black hair. The wildness of it.
She puffed out a breath. “Here’s your change. Let me wrap that for you.”
“Very well.” He slipped the coins in the pocket of his white trousers and glanced at his wristwatch.
Quintessa gritted her teeth as she pleated the tissue paper inside the box. What was wrong with her? She’d always been drawn to men who showered her with starry-eyed adoration. Now she was drawn to a man who looked right through her as if she had nothing of substance to stop his gaze.
Shame shriveled up her insides. How could she blame him? He had to know she’d come to Boston to throw herself at his younger brother, Jim—who turned out to be in love with her best friend, Mary Stirling. Dan had also been in Boston when Quintessa was dating Clifford White—who turned out to be married. Surely Dan saw her as a silly, selfish woman with poor judgment.
He’d be right.
She worked up a smile and presented him with the wrapped package. “Here you go. Thank you for your purchase.”
“Thank you for your help. Mom will love it.” He tipped his cap to her and strode away.
Just as well. She needed to set her head on straight before she started another romance. The past year had turned her topsy-turvy.
Miss Doyle arrived to relieve Quintessa for her lunch break, but Quintessa headed up to the offices on the seventh floor instead. Her former boss, Mr. Garrett, had retired last week, and she’d only briefly met his replacement, Mr. Young.
First she slipped into the restroom, powdered her nose, freshened her lipstick, and straightened her chic golden-brown suit jacket. She smiled at her reflection. Feminine, but smart and professional. Perfect for this meeting.
The business offices buzzed with a tantalizing sense of purpose. Mr. Young’s office door stood open, and she lightly rapped on the doorjamb.
Her boss raised his salt-and-pepper head, grinned at her, and stood to shake her hand. “Miss Beaumont, isn’t it? Yes, yes. I don’t have the final sales figures for July, but you’re in line to be one of the top salesgirls again. A true asset to Filene’s.”
An excellent start. “Thank you, Mr. Young.”
He crossed his arms over his charcoal gray suit. “What can I do for you?”
“I wante