Today I welcome Carrie Lofty on the Blog! As part of the HIS VERY OWN GIRL Blog-Tour she has written a great guestpost and is giving an e-copy of HIS VERY OWN GIRL. My planning was to have a review for you all too today but due to health issues I haven’t been able to read and review the book yet. I promise it is coming soon. Meanwhile enjoy Carrie’s post and grab the chance to win an e-copy and enjoy the book yourself.
Take it away, Carry!
Anyone with even a scrap of medical training was commissioned as an officer, while real doctors entered the service ranked as highly as colonels. However, there weren’t enough trained men to accompany companies and platoons. Sometimes soldiers were simply plucked from the ranks:
Joe made a strangled noise. “Now hold on a second, honey. I signed up for the Airborne, but no way did I want to be a medic.”
“I don’t understand,” Lulu said.
“I wanted to join the paratroops. That much is true. The training promised to be rigorous, well beyond anything that’s been tried before. I wanted that.” He took a long drag, the tip of his cigarette glowing brightly as he inhaled. “But as for being a medic, I didn’t have any say. I took a test when I joined up and hot dog, that was my assignment.”
“Had you any previous training?”
“The closest I came to being a doctor was working as a janitor in a home for old folks. That plus my test scores seemed enough for Uncle Sam.”
This often unwanted responsibility met with resistance among the chosen men. You can feel the tension in Joe’s words. He resists embracing his role until well into the war, as he became an elder statesman among the rest of his company. When entering Germany, he tackles another medic who’s take up arms to join the fighting.
“What in God’s name do you think you’re doing?”
“We’re taking heavy fire.”
At least he didn’t blanch or play dumb. Joe should’ve given the kid a little credit, but he was beyond any thought other than rage. “Private, are you trying to get me killed?”
He cuffed Lindt on the ear, then kicked the soles of his boots. “Because when you wear that armband and pick up a rifle, you tell Jerry that the Geneva Convention means bunk to GIs. What do you think keeps them from taking off our heads?”
“I was helping my men!”
“Sure you were, cowboy,” Joe shouted back. “And while you held a rifle, who was tending your patients? You think of that? If you care about your men, then you get your ignorant ass back out there and do your goddamn job!”
Afterward, Joe drives home the point: not only is what he does dangerous, underappreciated, and terrifying, it’s essential to the war effort. The responsibility he was assigned by chance became a point of pride and respect, which he tries to pass on to the rebellious medic:
“Feels naked, right? Running around these battlegrounds with no protection?”
“Yes, sir. That’s it, sir. Can’t hardly move sometimes thinking that I— Jesus, I got nothing but a damn first aid kit!”
Joe laughed softly. He scrubbed his face with his palms. He couldn’t figure out which was trying to warm which. Didn’t really matter. Friction was just about all he had.
“Lindt, you know what I learned?”
“What’s that, sir?”
“Trust the men. Sure I go after them when they get hurt, but you ever notice how they step up to protect us in a firefight?” He grinned tightly. “We’re women and children to them. Practically defenseless. Just set your pride aside and trust in that. They won’t let you down.”
Joe stood up and brushed off the snow. His ankles, knees, and hips refused to cooperate. He’d give ten years for a hot water bottle. If he ever got warm, he’d never complain about anything again. He knew it was a promise he wouldn’t keep, but he made it anyway.
“Look, Lindt,” he said, smartening up his soggy, abused uniform. “No one calls you ‘doc,’ do they?”
“It’s always ‘kid.’”
“That’s right. Because you act like a kid. ‘I wanna play war, Ma!’” he said in a mocking voice. Lindt looked away. “The sooner you shape up and do what you’re meant to do, the sooner the fellas’ll respect you. Until then they’d rather chance dragging their shot-up carcasses to me. I’d take it as a personal favor if you kept my workload to just the one platoon.”
So although Joe Weber isn’t a Jason Bourne superspy or a Navy SEAL, he’s an equally brave man of war. While all around him try to kill, he tries to heal. Unarmed. Hastily trained. Still doing his duty. Those are the traits of a seriously awesome romance hero!
Summer has been a blast! Available now from Pocket Books are three Christ Family romances. FLAWLESS kicked it off with a tale of an estranged couple’s search for love. The 99¢tie-in novella, “A LITTLE MORE SCANDAL” follows two aspiring lovers to London. And the Scottish-set second novel, STARLIGHT, was an RT BookReviews 4½ Star Top Pick. “Richly nuanced characters and a superbly realized Victorian setting come together brilliantly.” ~ The Chicago Tribune
I’ve also launched a co-written pseudonym, Katie Porter, with my long-time friend and critique partner, Lorelie Brown. Our “Vegas Top Guns” series of contemporary erotic romances launched from Samhain with DOUBLE DOWN and INSIDE BET, both of which were RT BookReviews 4½ Star Top Picks: “This racy, raunchy, hella good read…will move Fifty Shades of Grey to the children’s section of the bookstore.”
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Thanks again to Pearl’s World of Romance for featuring His Very Own Girl!
I’d like to give away a digital copy of HIS VERY OWN GIRL in any format. Just answer: Who’s your real life hero?
Release: September 4, 2012
$5.99 Limited time: $1.99
A sensual historical romance set during World War II about a female British civilian pilot and the American paratrooper medic who opens her heart.
After war took the lives of Lulu Davies’s parents and her fiancé, she promised herself she would guard her heart carefully and concentrate on her great love–flying the biggest and best airplanes as a British civilian pilot. She’s content to strive for greatness in the skies, and dance with a few GIs on the way.
Brawny, quiet American medic Joe Weber signed up with the paratroopers to escape his checkered past. The first test of his medical skill takes place when he rushes to the scene of a plane crash. He’s stunned to come face-to-face with a spirited, dark-haired beauty.
Their flirtation breaks all of Lulu’s rules, but dance by dance, week by week, walk by walk, she falls in love with this honest, vulnerable man on the run from his demons. The lovers only have one night together before Joe departs for the front lines.
Lulu distracts herself work and the friendships of her colleagues, but she can’t get the handsome medic out of her head. Only time and hope will tell if her love will return unharmed, and if they can overcome their pasts to forge a beautiful life together in peace-time.