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    Ebook105 pages2 hoursWartime Brides

    Love's Rescue ebook

    By Linda Shenton Matchett

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    A prostitute, a spy, and the liberation of Paris.
    Sold by her parents to settle a debt, Rolande Bisset is forced into prostitution. Years later, shunned by her family and most of society, it’s the only way she knows how to subsist. When the Germans overrun Paris, she decides she’s had enough of evil men controlling her life and uses her wiles to obtain information for the Allied forces. Branded a collaborator, her life hangs in the balance. Then an American spy stumbles onto her doorstep. Is redemption within her grasp?
    Simon Harlow is one of an elite corps of American soldiers. Regularly chosen for dangerous covert missions, he is tasked with infiltrating Paris to ascertain the Axis’s defenses. Nearly caught by German forces moments after arriving, he owes his life to the beautiful prostitute who claims she’s been waiting for the Allies to arrive. Her lifestyle goes against everything he believes in, but will she steal his heart during his quest to liberate her city?
    Inspired by the biblical story of Rahab, Love’s Rescue is a tale of faith and hope during one of history’s darkest periods.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherShortwave Press
    Release dateFeb 14, 2019
    ISBN9780998526546
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      Love's Rescue ebook - Linda Shenton Matchett

      Love’s 

      Rescue 

      By Linda Shenton  

      Matchett 

      Love’s Rescue 

      By Linda Shenton Matchett 

      Copyright 2019 by Linda Shenton Matchett. All rights reserved. 

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      Published by Shortwave Press 

      Without limiting the rights under copyright reserved above, no part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in or introduced into a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form, or by any means (electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise), without the prior written permission of both the copyright owner and the above publisher of this book. 

      The scanning, uploading, and distribution of this book via the Internet or via any other means without the permission of the publisher is illegal and punishable by law. Please purchase only authorized electronic editions, and do not participate in or encourage electronic piracy of copyrighted materials. Your support of the author’s rights is appreciated. 

      This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

      To 

      Valerie Massey Goree and Marcia Lahti 

      For your friendship and support  

      Paris, August 1944 

      Chapter One 

      Rolande Bisset ducked her head and pulled the brim of her starched cotton sunhat lower over her face, not so much to block the sun’s glare, but to avoid the merchants’ ogling and shoppers’ sneers. She hurried past the darkened shops, most no longer operating since the Germans arrived four years ago. Would she ever smell freshly-baked croissants or peruse a succulent collection of vegetables again?  

      A scorching breeze sent her hat’s veil dancing. Perspiration trickled between her shoulder blades and threatened to ruin her cobalt-blue silk suit. Her pumps had seen better days, but thanks to leather rationing, a new pair was not in the offing. The Occupiers needed the material for their boots. 

      Intent upon reaching her destination, Rolande failed to see a rotund woman approaching. 

      They collided, and the woman’s elaborate  chapeau slid from her upswept hair and poked Rolande in the face before landing on the pavement.  

      I beg your pardon, madam. Rolande bent to retrieve the confection of flowers, birds, and ribbons.  

      The woman narrowed her eyes. "Watch where you’re going,  collaborateur." She snatched the millinery masterpiece from Rolande’s grasp and drew her skirts close. Looking down her nose, she plunked the hat on her head and marched down the sidewalk. 

      Heat suffused Rolande’s face, and it had nothing to do with the day’s temperature. 

      Unbidden tears sprang to her eyes. She blinked them away and stiffened her spine. She couldn’t let anyone see how the women’s words sliced her heart and her conscience. 

      No longer hungry, she continued down the avenue past Aux Cerises Café where the 

      outdoor tables were filled with German soldiers. One of the men whistled and smirked, his Aryan features marred by a long scar that ran from his eye to his jaw. Her stomach clenched, and nausea threatened.  

      Pigs. Men were all pigs. 

      She continued along the avenue until she came to the tiny market her older brother 

      owned. He never acknowledged her presence in the shop, but neither did he forbid her to enter. 

      His wife typically looked at her with a mixture of pity and contempt.  

      The brass bell jangled above her head as she pushed open the door and stepped inside. 

      Vacant shelves greeted her, and she sighed. Most patrons were smart enough to come first thing in the morning for the best selection, but she had been  entertaining.

      Little did he realize,  Standartenführer Wilhelm Wagner was one of her most reliable sources for information. Tipsy when he arrived; before he left at the end of the evening, he was deep in his cups. With minimal prodding, he’d told her about the anticipated invasion by the Allied troops. Sure, the rumor had been circulating among civilians, but to hear it from a military man made the possibility plausible. 

      Liberation, at last. 

      I set this aside for you. 

      Rolande’s head whipped around.  

      Her sister-in-law, Louise, stood behind her, a brown-paper package in her hands. She looked toward the door then shoved the parcel into Rolande’s arms. You are later than usual, and I was concerned there’d be no food remaining. There are a few potatoes and carrots in the bin, but nothing else. 

      You’re very kind. 

      It’s nothing. Now, hurry before Henri returns. 

      "Je vous remercie.  Why are you doing this?" 

      Louise waved her hand and frowned. There is no time. He is due any moment. Give me your ration book. 

      Rolande handed her the book. Her sister-in-law tore out the required stamps, then pushed the pamphlet back into Rolande’s hand. 

      How much do I owe you? 

      "Nothing. We are  famille, no matter how Henri acts." 

      For the second time that morning, Rolande’s eyes filled with tears. She was getting soft. 

      That would have to change for her to survive the Occupation. Dipping her head, she tucked the package into her canvas bag then threaded her way through the shop to the front door where she came face-to-face with Henri. 

      Visage dark, he scowled. Did anyone see you come here? 

      The whole world, Henri. It is a public street. Would you like me to wear a disguise in the future? Perhaps sunglasses and a wig. 

      "Non. What I would like is for you to find somewhere else to purchase your food." 

      Louise gasped. Henri. She is your sister. 

      His lips compressed into a thin line, and he crossed his arms. She is dead to me. 

      Rolande drew back as if he’d slapped her. He’d always been condescending, but to declare her dead…the words cut through her.  

      Fine. I will not bother you again. She pushed past him into the stifling heat. Where would she find food? Two other shops in town had already refused to serve her.  

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      Oblivious to the deprivation and sadness in Paris, birds chirped and flitted in the branches above Rolande’s head in the  Jardin de Champs Élysées. She sat on the scarred wooden bench listening to the water pour over the Fontaine du Cirque. Listless yellow and purple blooms nodded at her from the fountain’s base. At least with the Germans’ love of art, they hadn’t destroyed the nearly three-hundred-year-old park. 

      Rolande closed her eyes.  Are You there, God? Do you exist like the priest in the café said? If You are real, You have no reason to answer me, an unworthy woman of ill repute, but why did You allow this terrible war? Are the rumors accurate that the Allies are on their way?

      If only it was true. Would they take her with them to a land of freedom and democracy where she could start a new life? Tears coursed down her cheeks. She was fooling herself to think she had skills that would enable her to get a real job to support herself. No country would let her across their borders. 

      Footsteps sounded behind her then the bench groaned in protest as someone sat next to her. She peeked through slitted eyelids at a large body squeezed into a German SS uniform. 

      Swallowing a curse, she forced a smile and opened her eyes. "Wilhelm, I would

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