There are two special events close to the heroes of my novels.
Joe Lockhart is a translator, and 30 September is National Translation Day, a celebration promoted by UNESCO.
Emily and Hilda — and her friends and family — ride bicycles, and several types of bicycles appear in the book. The League of American Bicyclists celebrate the National Bicycle Challenge throughout the month of September.
In honor of these events, Lockhart and Emily & Hilda will be on sale for a full month. Pricing varies by retailer, with Smashwords offering the best deal on eBooks (USD 1,25 – Code LJ88L)) and Amazon on the print versions (price varies by location).
You may support your local indie bookstore by ordering through bookshop.org, which is also discounted.
JASON LOCKHART paused on the step of the train, but he saw no one familiar on the platform. Not that he expected to recognize anyone. The letter from Nelson Smathers, the Chairman of Clinical Research, had said only that someone would meet him. Continue reading
“There. Finish up, nurse, thank you.” Her wide, brown eyes did not change expression as she waited for instructions. “Sorry. Et voilà. Je vous laisse finir, madame.”
“Bien sûr, docteur. Allez vous reposer.” Sure, doctor. Go get some rest. She reached for the bandage tape, and began cleaning and covering the incision. She was the third nurse to assist him today. An American WAC, a Scottish nurse from the British Army, and this local civilian who volunteered. The patients were just as varied. Continue reading
Joe Lockhart felt and heard a heavy thump up ahead as he coasted downhill. It pushed the hot September air into his face like a gust of wind. He sped past the heavy traffic that choked downtown Rome during the lunch hour, even on the weekend. Ahead on his left stood the American Embassy, still called Palazzo Margherita by the locals. Wondering about the noise, he decided not to stop at the Embassy Annex to his right, where he had been going. Continue reading
Lieutenant Mike Norwood cinched the chin strap under his helmet and checked the mirror over the tiny sink in his stateroom. He hoped that he did not look as terrified as he felt. The face was blank, he hoped. Nothing to it, just let them do their jobs. Continue reading