the beach in the summer of 1941, eighteen-year-old Nuala Comeaux reconnects with
Keith Roussel, a friend of her brothers'. The attraction between them is
electric, but the threat of war looms for Nuala, Keith, and her family. Nuala
and Keith marry when Nuala learns she is pregnant. Nuala gives birth to
their daughter when Keith deploys. When Keith is killed in action, Nuala
joins the WAAC and then OSS.
working under cover, Nuala discovers the truth surrounding her husband's
disappearance and the treachery leading to his capture and ultimate death.
With the help of her brothers and a gorgeous Japanese operative, Nuala vows to
take down the AXIS powers and avenge her husband even if she must seek revenge
while lying in the arms of the enemy. Not all of them will survive.
All will be irrevocably changed.
is the enemy and who survives?
became a staple at 2657 Palmyra Street. Magda was famous throughout the
neighborhood for her Sunday dinners. She rose early every Sunday for the first
Mass, slipping on a pastel cotton dress and lace veil. Her family still asleep,
she made her devotions early so she could hurry home from St. Joseph’s and
prepare the noon meal. Her husband David, her daughters, and her still single
son, George, attended later with her married son, Will, and his family. While
the family sat in the pews at St. Joseph’s Church, Magda prepared the brown
gravy, spaghetti and carefully seasoned stewed chicken. Since summer, she knew
to set two extra plates because Keith Roussel and Sal Pepitone often accompanied
them. Nuala and Rose joined the boys’ families later for coffee. Magda sensed
that Keith preferred her cooking to his own mother’s, but she was too polite
even to hint at such a thing. Sal’s mother was well-known for her cooking
skills. She’d once worked in a restaurant. Magda guessed that the two
young men would have eaten her cooking even if she’d produced the most
terrible slop to grace a table. The draw was her daughters.
flatter yourself, Frau. It’s the girls’ Schönheit keeps those boys gulping
down your food,” she muttered to herself in the mix of German and English she
often adopted when alone.
to yourself, woman?” David Comeaux stood in the doorway of the kitchen smiling
at his wife.
thinking.” She sprinkled crushed garlic and bay leaves into the pot. She
turned to him. “Hand me that colander. The spaghetti is ready.”
you mind all this mess on Sunday?” David Comeaux retrieved the colander from a
cabinet. He rubbed his wife’s back as she stirred her gravy.
of course not. When have I ever minded it? We always have a full table.”
seem nervous lately. Is something bothering you? Don’t you like these boys
calling on the girls?”
wouldn’t I? They’re fine young men. Our families have known their families
since our kinder were small.” Magda moved to the sink to drain the spaghetti.
then? Is it what’s going on in Europe?” David moved behind her and slipped
his arms around her waist. His lips brushed her neck.
turned and touched her husband’s face. “You always knew me. David, I
remember what war was. So do you. You remember the trenches, don’t you?”
looked away and stared at a bird pounding against the window. His eyes briefly
glazed over. Then, he smiled at her. “I remember a pretty German girl who
helped me while I was trapped in a church.”
and you remember the danger. Had I not found you, you would have lost an arm. My
family’s house was bombed. People on all sides lost lives and homes. Our sons
talk about it like it will be a game. I remember the bombs. I remember the
horror. I remember being hungern. It’s not a game. Who can describe Berlin in
going to be all right, hon.” David cupped her chin between his thumb and
just want to say that.” Magda wearily tossed a dishcloth into the sink.
can’t do anything about it if war comes.” David sighed and poured the
spaghetti into a dish. “We can only pray it won’t come to that.”
done nothing but pray since that bastard took power.” Magda threw up her
hands. “I’m sorry. I hate talking like that.”
kissed her cheek. “You never have to apologize to me.”
you think Will and George…”
war comes, you know the answer to that. They’ll be taken.” David looked down
at his hands.
last letter was censored. I’m sure of it, but what he did say was careful.
That madman has done terrible things to my country. I wonder if I’d even
recognize Germany anymore.” Magda bit her lip and concentrated on her gravy.