Janice found a reference to a grandaunt she never knew existed in one of her grandfather’s journals, as they share the same name she is determined to learn more. When she doesn’t get the answers she wants from her grandfather she decides to travel to the country of his birth to discover the truth about a woman her grandfather wrote about but never mentioned.
Martin knows his granddaughter won’t rest until she has all the answers about her grandaunt that he finds too painful to talk about. So when she packs up to learn his secrets firsthand, he sends all his journals along with her. His granddaughter is so much like his sister, Janice. It hurts to see her leave even if he knows that letting her go is the best thing he could do.
Wolfgang takes one look at the beautiful young woman standing in his receiving room and knows, just as his great uncle Wolfgang did, that he has met the only woman who can complete him. She is perfect, so like her great aunt Janice, and he believes they are destined to love, as those who bore their names before them had. She is the woman of his dreams.
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About the Author
I don’t really know what to say about myself. I have been writing books since before I became a teenager. Most are still hidden in the closet. I used to make up my own stories as a child, everyone used to act them out while we were playing outside. As a teenager someone issued me a challenge. I told her that her stories stunk, she told me to do better. My job growing up was to play guardian to my little brother, keep him safe. That meant I ended up getting into more fights than enough – makes sense now that I write about warriors. My family will try to tell you that I’m not innocent, I have a personality that keeps them on their toes. Over my lifetime and theirs I have earn several nicknames – The Godmother, The Evil Christmas Elf (comes from making my nieces wrap their own Christmas presents), Mistress of Ambush. My favorite response to them when they try to get me into trouble is just to look at them with a wide doe eyed expression and say “Moi?????” I have a seal point Siamese cat named Snoop, named after my favorite cartoon character and hobby. I have a “healthy” but small collection of Snoopy memorabilia. He is a character alright; never met a cat who can talk back like he does. He expects daily dosages of adoration on his schedule when he wants it – not when it’s convenient for me and he HATES snow. I come from a very large family (mostly brothers) and I could outrun the whole works of them (I’m the shortest!). It was called survival. This book has been in the making for a long time now. Over a half a year to write it, about the same amount of time to edit it, and probably about the same amount of time to get the art work and website! I have learned you can’t control the timelines of other people – Murphy likes to step in. So for now I am setting up good luck charms everywhere… didn’t know I had that many stuffed Snoopy’s. *Fingers, legs, toes, eyes and anything else I can crossed*