Florence Sterling should be perfectly happy. She’s been given a second chance at life with her beloved husband. But all is not well. She yearns for more children, even though Alex is reluctant. Memories of the day she and her baby were murdered still haunt her. And she can’t shake the feeling she will be separated from Alex again.
As if in confirmation of her premonition, Alex is called on a dangerous mission to enlist America’s aid in WWII. Trying to distract herself, Florence investigates what really happened when her son died. As she searches, she becomes convinced her son is alive, although witnesses say otherwise. And with each clue she discovers, she unwittingly draws closer to her old enemy—the deranged woman who will stop at nothing to destroy her.
When Alex goes missing in action, Florence must reach deeply into her faith as she faces her greatest fears. If Alex is lost to the war, will she allow herself to love another man and fulfill her desire to have a family? Or will she remain alone the rest of her life?
Top Ten List
I was born and raised in Argentina among a mixed culture of Spaniards and Italians.
I got my first library card when I was eight years old. It meant so much to me that after more than three decades, I still have it in my possession.
The library allowed patrons to check out two books per week, which wasn’t enough for me. I then decided that I’d volunteer at the library so I could read books during breaks.
I learned a little British English in Argentina.
When I arrived in the United States, I had no idea what language was being spoken.
I’m an International Genealogist specializing in the countries of France, Italy, and Spain.
I love to plant flowers and see them grow. I love mint, so I grow it in my garden as well.
My grandmother was Italian. She made her pasta from scratch and it was delicious. Very rarely do I eat store-bought pasta since its taste is so different.
My childhood home is located a block away from a Catholic convent. I was fascinated with the nuns and priests; hence, there are nuns and priests in Shadows of Time Duology.
My children laugh when I tell them who the most influential women in my life are (of course they aren’t the most influential, but I do appreciate them very much), they are: Agatha Christie, for her incredible stories which inspire me to be a better writer; Denise Austin, who has kept me in shape through her workout videos without having to leave the house; Mary Kay, whose make-up products I can’t live without.
Will dropped the gardening tool and started to work through the clumps of dirt with his bare hands. “With the rain we’ve been getting, you’d think the ground would be a bit more forgiving.” When I didn’t say anything, his hands became still, and his gaze rose to meet mine. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
I felt a wave of heat spread across my cheeks. Had he seen the consternation in my eyes? I was relieved when he answered his own question.
“You look at me as if I were a child.”
“A child who knows what he’s doing.” I gave him a warm smile and signaled to the ground in front of him.
He chuckled. “No, I must disagree with that. I’m a man who half the time doesn’t know what he’s doing. But my father taught me a few things. One of them is that if I don’t do the job right, he’ll make me do it again—believe me, I never start something I don’t intend to ﬁnish, and I always do it right.”