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Lt. Raymond Novak prefers the pulpit to the cockpit, but at least his stateside job training B-17 pilots allows him the luxury of a personal life. As he courts Helen Carlisle, a young war widow and mother who conceals her pain under a frenzy of volunteer work, the sparks of their romance set a fire that flings them both into peril. After Ray leaves to fly a combat mission at the peak of the air war over Europe, Helen takes a job in a dangerous munitions yard and confronts an even graver menace in her own home. Will they find the courage to face their challenges? And can their young love survive until blue skies return?Filled with daring and romance, Blue Skies Tomorrow will capture readers' hearts.

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Publié par	Baker Publishing Group
Date de parution	01 août 2011
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781441232717
Langue	English

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© 2011 by Sarah Sundin
Published by Revell
a division of Baker Publishing Group
P.O. Box 6287, Grand Rapids, MI 49516-6287
www.revellbooks.com
E-book edition created 2011
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ISBN 978-1-4412-3271-7
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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.
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Praise for A Distant Melody
“The first book in the Wings of Glory series is an intriguing story of love, loss, and second chances. Sundin places the reader in the middle of the action as her complex, believable characters are forced to make difficult decisions.”
— RT Book Reviews
“Sarah Sundin writes a poignant love story and includes some interesting facts and anecdotes to make her debut novel a must-read.”
—ChristianBook.com
“A Distant Melody reads like the work of an experienced and talented writer, capturing my attention from the first page until the final word.”
—TitleTrakk.com
“I loved A Distant Melody ! Sarah Sundin is a master at lyrical writing, and she has that rare talent of being able to combine humor with heart-pounding action. I couldn’t stop turning the pages, and I don’t think I’ll ever forget Sarah’s compelling characters or their poignant story about honesty, redemption, and grace.”
—Melanie Dobson, author, Love Finds You in Liberty, Indiana and Refuge on Crescent Hill
Praise for A Memory Between Us
“An exceptional read.”
— Booklist
“A gripping tale of war, intrigue, and love.”
— RT Book Reviews
“The endearing and flawed characters in A Memory Between Us grow to discover love, true strength, and, most importantly, forgiveness. This rich tale will delight historical romance fans.”
—Suzanne Woods Fisher, author, Amish Peace , Amish Proverbs , and the Lancaster County Secrets series
“Sarah Sundin seamlessly weaves World War II aviation history with a deeply emotional romance to continue her fabulous Wings of Glory series. She displays a talent that destines her for stardom in the genre.”
—Cheryl Bolen, winner of the Holt Medallion, Best Historical Romance
“Fans of historical romance will be captivated by this exciting story. A must-read.”
—Bonnie Leon, author, the Sydney Cove series and Alaskan Skies series
In loving memory of my grandparents. Frederick Stewart served as a pharmacist’s mate in the U.S. Navy during World War II, and Lucille Stewart raised my infant father on the home front without a washing machine or clothes dryer. They are two reasons why the Greatest Generation was great.
Contents
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Copyright Page
Endorsements
Dedication
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Acknowledgments
Discussion Questions
About the Author
Other Books by Author
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1
Antioch, California Wednesday, March 1, 1944
Helen Carlisle strolled up G Street, careful to keep a pained expression. Some days the performance of grief was easier than others, but it was always necessary for her son’s sake.
She shifted two-year-old Jay-Jay higher on her hip and inhaled the Delta breeze, flowing fresh from the San Francisco Bay into the Sacramento River Delta, rain-scrubbed and scented by new grass on the hills.
With a bump of her hip, Helen opened the door of Della’s Dress Shop and set her notebooks on the table by the door.
From a picture frame on the table, Jim Carlisle smiled up at her—long, lean, and handsome in his Navy blues. The hometown hero. Was he wearing that uniform when a Japanese torpedo slammed into his destroyer off Guadalcanal?
She pressed her fingers to her lips and then to the cold glass over Jim’s cold face. But a scan of the shop revealed no sign of her in-laws. Footsteps came from the back room, and the curtain swished open, so Helen repeated the performance, laid another kiss on the portrait, and lifted it for her son. “Give Daddy a kiss.”
Jay-Jay mashed his palm over his mouth, making a crunching sound, and passed the kiss to the father he couldn’t remember.
A crunching sound? Jay-Jay’s cheeks stretched rounder than usual. “Sweetie, what do you have in your mouth?”
He shook his blond curls, his mouth clamped shut.
“Let Mama see.” Helen dropped to her knees, pinned the boy on her lap, and pried open his mouth. He howled and flapped his arms at her.
“Please, sweetie?” Nausea billowed through her. Chunks of slimy gray shell lay in her son’s mouth. She’d set him down for a minute, only a minute while she hung the thermometer poster in the window of the Red Cross Branch Office to monitor the War Fund Campaign.
“What are you doing to my grandson?” Della Carlisle’s voice fluttered down in waves.
“He—he has a snail in his mouth.” Helen whipped a handkerchief from her dress pocket and scooped out the mess, dodging sharp white teeth.
“A snail? Heavens above. Didn’t your mommy feed you lunch?”
“Of course, I did. A deviled ham sandwich, an apple, milk.”
Jay-Jay squirmed out of her arms. “Gamma!”
Mrs. Carlisle swept him up. “Let’s see if Grandma has something that little boys like to eat.”
Helen winced and got to her feet. Mrs. Carlisle seemed to be present for any mistake on her part. She wadded up the handkerchief. She’d rinse it out after her shift.
“Oh ho, here’s my boy.” James Carlisle strode in from the stockroom with the same powerful gait his son used to have. In one fluid motion, he snatched Jay-Jay from Mrs. Carlisle’s arms and swung him around for a piggyback ride. “ ‘Snips and snails and puppy-dog tails,’ don’t you know? It’s good for him. Make a man of him.”
Mrs. Carlisle eased back into the stockroom.
Jay-Jay squealed as his grandfather galloped and whinnied around a dress rack.
Helen smiled at the affection between the man and his namesake. “Mrs. Carlisle can go home for lunch now. I’ll be here until one.”
“Three.”
The notebooks by the door sang out her lovely plans. “I can only stay an hour. I need to discuss the spring tea with Mrs. Novak, deposit Red Cross funds, take knitting patterns to Dorothy so she can make socks for soldiers, the Junior Red Cross meeting at 3:30—”
He laughed. “And I have to collect rent from my tenants and attend the bank board of directors’ meeting. Three o’clock. Family first.” He let out a horsy snort and trotted off.
How could she complain? Her father-in-law owned her house and let her live there rent free in exchange for a few hours at the store each week. Besides, she had a cute wardrobe at a deep discount. She opened the cash register and rearranged her schedule in her head. This evening she could see Dorothy and Mrs. Novak. The plans for the tea couldn’t wait.
Jay-Jay’s curls bounced as his grandfather galloped around, just as they bounced when he danced with Helen. Tonight she and Jay-Jay wouldn’t have time to dance or read stories or cuddle for bedtime prayers.
A sigh drained from her chest. Why did everything good get taken from her life?
“Mama, look.” Jay-Jay’s peals of laughter blended with the bells on the front door.
“I thought I saw you come in, Helen.” Victor Llewellyn walked to the counter with his clipped stride, although the Navy had driven the stoop from his shoulders, thank goodness.
“Hi, Vic. I heard you were in town.” She stretched her hands over the counter.
He took them, leaned forward, and kissed her on the cheek. “How’s my future wife?”
“I wouldn’t know. Haven’t met her.” Oh dear. Why did he have to start this again? She didn’t want a repeat of his peevish behavior in high school. “I heard the Navy sent you to Port Chicago.”
“The Judge Advocate’s office made me a liaison officer. Not much of a position, but a start.”
“They load ammunition there, right?”
“Right. My job is to iron out tension. All the men are colored and all the officers are white. I’ve received lots of justifiable complaints—lack of recreation, poor working conditions, inappropriate placement. They have a college grad loading ammo. If he were white, he’d be an officer. That’s the Navy for you.”
Helen smiled at Vic, whose hair and eyes were the same shade of brown as iodine.
“But I tell you, it’s boring.” He folded his arms on the counter and winked. “Could use a murder to liven things up.”
She laughed. College, law school, and the Navy had given him more confidence.
“Or a secretary,” he said.
“Excuse me?”
“I’m authorized to hire a civilian. Interested?”
“Oh yes. I’m only involved with the Red Cross, Women’s Club, Ladies’ Circle, the Junior Red Cross, and my home. Plenty of time.”
“Too bad.” His face grew serious. “Did Mr. Carlisle tell you we had a talk?”
“A talk?” Helen sought out her father-in-law’s silvery blond head above the dress racks.
Mr. Carlisle approached without Jay-Jay. “Did you ask her?”
“Not yet.” Vic’s mouth twisted. “Didn’t you tell her?”
“I thought you—”
Helen huffed. “Tell me what? Ask me what?”
The men looked at her, then at each other. Vic gave Mr. Carlisle a nod. “You should tell her first.”
Mr. Carlisle gazed down his slim nose at Helen,