Synopsis:

In 1917, Evelyn Marche is just one of many women who has been widowed by the war. A British nurse trapped in German-occupied Brussels, she spends her days working at a hospital and her nights as a waitress in her aunt and uncle’s café. Eve also has a carefully guarded secret keeping her in constant danger: She’s a spy working for a Belgian resistance group in league with the British Secret Service.

When a British plane crashes in Brussels Park, Eve is the first to reach the downed plane and is shocked to discover she recognizes the badly injured pilot. British RFC Captain Simon Forrester is now a prisoner of war, and Eve knows he could be shot as a spy at any time. She risks her own life to hide him from the Germans, but as the danger mounts and the secrets between them grow, their chance of survival looks grim. And even if they do make it out alive, the truth of what lies between them may be more than any love can overcome.

Bonus:

Visit Katie’s web page for some behind the scenes details and her Pinterest board for some of her inspiration photos.

My Review:

Caution: Once you have this book in your hands you may not be able to put it down! I found myself reading late into the night, until my eyes turned blurry and I had to put the book down, only because my tired eyes refused to cooperate.  Then I continued the story in my dreams.

This is the first book I’ve read from Katie Breslin, and I’ve happily added her other works to my #TBR list. Katie writes such gripping characters, they waltzed right off the pages into my mind with seamless ease, and they stay with me long after I had closed the book. I would happily time travel with Kate any day of the week!

I enjoyed the adventure, the mystery that kept me at the edge of my seat, the deep roots of family and the tender moments of romance. With moments that had me holding my breath and quickly turning the page to find out what would happen next, I just couldn’t get enough of this fantastic book!

(I borrowed this book from my local public library. I was not required to write a review. The thoughts and opinions expressed are my own.)

Favorite Quote:

“It’s like a hunger the way it gnaws at your heart. A beast with relentless teeth that will not rest until it has gutted you.”

About the author:

KateBreslinFormer bookseller-turned-author Kate Breslin enjoys life in the Pacific Northwest with her husband and family. A writer of travel articles and award-winning poetry, Kate received Christian Retailing’s 2015 Best Award for First Time Author and her first novel, For Such A Time, won American Christian Fiction Writers 2015 Carol Award. Kate’s second novel, Not By Sight released in August, 2015. When she’s not writing inspirational fiction, Kate enjoys reading or taking long walks in Washington’s beautiful woodlands. She also likes traveling to new places, both within the U.S. and abroad, having toured Greece, Rome, and much of Western Europe. New destinations make for fresh story ideas. Please visit her at www.katebreslin.com

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  High as the Heavens

 

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PoppyPinDo you have stories from your family that were involved in World War I?

The remembrance poppy is an artificial flower that has been used since 1921 to commemorate military personnel who have died in war, and represents a common or field poppy, Papaver rhoeas. Inspired by the World War I poem “In Flanders Fields“, and promoted by Moina Michael, they were first adopted by the American Legion to commemorate American soldiers killed in that war (1914–1918).

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