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Valor’s Vigil Releases Today!

v8_Valor2640Valor’s Vigil is the exciting and suspenseful special addition to the Virtues and Valor series by selling inspirational novelist, Hallee Bridgeman. An American spy undercover in a Nazi uniform operating under the codename VALOR, Leopold Schäfer is in charge of the prisoners in Occupied France’s Valeurville prison. In the wake of Marie Perrin, codename TEMPERANCE’S arrest, Leo must handle the situation with the utmost caution. Can he protect her without blowing his own cover, or will he place his own life in danger to keep her safe?

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EBook ISBN: 978-1-68190-022-3

The Back Cover:

LEOPOLD SCHäFER, the only child of Major Charlene Radden and former spy, Karl Schäfer has trained his enter life for this moment in time. An American spy undercover in a Nazi uniform operating under the codename VALOR, he receives a promotion to Oberleutnant and a new duty assignment in charge of the prisoners in Occupied France’s Valeurville prison.

In the wake of Marie Perrin, codename Temperance’s arrest, Leo must handle the situation with the utmost caution. On one hand, every instinct in his heroic mind screams to protect the beautiful wireless operator from the hands of the Nazis. On the other, he cannot risk compromising his cover.

It takes quick thinking and not a small amount of prayer to shield her from the harsh interrogation tactics of the Schutzstaffel trained interrogator. While he personally sees to her health and safety, he realizes that more than his cover is at risk as his feelings for the beautiful spy grow. As her situation grows more grave, he must focus on the bigger picture and the whole mission and make the hardest decision of his life. Can he protect her without blowing his own cover, or will he place his own life in danger to keep her safe?

VALOR’S VIGIL is part eight of eight serialized novellas entitled the Virtues and Valor series.

Seven valorous women — different nationalities, ethnicities, and social backgrounds — come together as a team called the Virtues.

In 1941 Great Britain a special war department assembles an experimental and exclusively female cohort of combat operatives. Four willing spies, a wireless radio operator, an ingenious code breaker, and a fearless pilot are each hand-picked, recruited, and trained to initiate a daring mission in Occupied France. As plans are laid to engineer the largest prison break of Allied POWs in history, the Nazis capture the Virtues’ radio operator. It will take the cohesive teamwork of the rest of the women to save her life before Berlin breaks her and brings the force of the Third Reich to bear.

Some find love, some find vengeance, and some discover the kind of strength that lives in the human heart when all they can do is rely on each other and their shared belief. Courage, faith, and valor intersect but, in the end, one pays the ultimate price.

The special edition to the Virtues and Valor series by Hallee Bridgeman. Eight serialized novellas, each inspired by real people and actual events, reveal the incredible story of amazing heroines facing the ultimate test of bravery.

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EXCERPT:

 

Valeurville, Occupied France, 1942

Leo shifted gears in the Kübelwagen and slowed the vehicle to go around the curve on the country road. As he drove with the top down, he enjoyed the warm French spring air versus the recent bitter Munich winter he’d endured. The breeze on his face as he drove made him miss his 1938 Opel Admiral convertible — the college graduation present from his parents. Nothing about the boxy Kübelwagen handled like his sleek Opel, and he looked forward to getting behind her wheel again one day.

Pulling his mind from the nostalgia of his home in Oregon, he brought himself to the present day. Rumor had it, his commander planned to promote Oberleutenant Beck to Kapitan and transfer him to the prisoner of war camp currently under construction several miles from town. With Leo’s recent rise to Oberleutenant, he knew he would receive a orders to take over Beck’s position as officer charge of the prisoners in the Valeurville prison. In that position, he could help facilitate the passing of information from headquarters to the housed prisoners, insuring the planned escape happened more smoothly. Everything he did, though, had to be completely above board and appear harmless, or else his cover would be jeopardized. If his cover became jeopardized, so would his father’s.

As he rounded another corner, he saw a woman on a bicycle. Even from this distance and behind her, he recognized Marie, aka Temperance. He remembered from a briefing long ago that a farmer in this area was friendly to the Resistance. She likely had just used his farm to send a wireless message — which meant that she probably carried her wireless machine in the basket strapped to the back of her bike.

v8_Valor2640He’d met her face-to-face once before, when he’d rigged his uniform pants to lose a button right before his promotion ceremony. It gave him access to her room — she couldn’t very well sew a button on his pants while he still wore them, unlike a uniform coat — and he was able to inspect her living quarters and make sure nothing appeared out of order to a watchful eye. It had struck him then, as it did now, how drawn he’d felt to her since seeing her photograph in her dossier months ago in a hangar in Britain.

He had two choices. He could drive right by her. Or, he could give her a training opportunity. Let her speak to a German officer and work on traveling with such contraband on her person without giving anything away.

He slowly pulled alongside her. “Excuse me, Fräulein!”

She jumped and the front tire of her bike wobbled a bit as she recovered from her surprise. When she stopped the bike and put both feet on the ground, she covered her heart with her hand and smiled at him. “You startled me, Oberleutnant.”

Leo killed the engine and set the parking break before hopping out of his car. He jogged over to her. “I am so sorry to startle you, Fräulein Perrin.”

She smoothly raised an eyebrow. He found himself impressed and intrigued by the lack of fear she exhibited. “How do you know my name, Oberleutnant?”

He smiled while he thought of a reason he would know her name. “I made an inquiry of your landlady. She was generous to give me your name.”

She looked around before looking directly at him again. He wondered how long she would do this job before her brown eyes lost all of their warmth and turned hard and cold. “Well, it’s nice to see you again, Oberleutnant,” she said, clearly wanting to dismiss him. “Did you make it to your ceremony on time last week?”

Giving in to the irrational desire to have some form of contact with her, he held his hand out, hoping she would take it. As she placed her hand in his, he noticed how small her hands were compared to his, and felt the slight tremor that belied the fear her face masked. “Yes, thanks to you.” He smiled, wishing she felt at ease with him. “You are very beautiful, Fräulein Perrin.”

Why had he said that? Immediately, her face flooded with color and she started to pull her hand away. “Oberleutnant Schäfer, I hardly think that is appropriate.”

Giving her a break, knowing she had no idea of his true identity, he released her hand and bowed stiffly. “You are correct, Fräulein. I apologize.”

She gave him a slight nod but her eyes widened and an appalled look crossed her face. “Thank you. I hope you don’t –”

He cut off her panicked apology. “Of course not. I should have kept that thought to myself even though it is a fact.”

She lowered her eyes as her cheeks tinged bright red again. He cleared his throat, seizing the moment, knowing his superiors, and especially his mother, would not approve of the direction he planned to take the conversation. “I have been searching for you, Fräulein.”

As she looked up at him, the color started to leave her face. “You’ve been searching for me?”

“Yes. I want to ask you. Would you like to go see a show with me?”

She frowned and raised an eyebrow. “A show?”

“Yes. In a few weeks, Virginia Benoit will be here to perform for our Oberst, our Colonel. Herr Oberst is her biggest fan and we are all invited to see the show … to lift the morale of the troops, you see. Tell me, Fräulein, do you know Virginia Benoit?”

He had a feeling she would not appreciate it knowing that she was being tested by him. He watched as she swallowed and clearly tried to think of a reply. “Of course I have heard of her,”

“She is from America, like me,” he proclaimed, as if giving her information she didn’t already know.

Her eyebrows furrowed. “American? Why are you here in France, then?”

He gestured in the air. “The call of the Fatherland I’m afraid. My father insisted I return a few years ago.”

With wide eyes, she let that digest. “Do you know Virginia Benoit?”

“No.” He chuckled, thinking of the size of America. “America is enormous. She’s from a state called Louisiana in the deep south near the Gulf coast. I’m from Oregon a few thousand kilometers away on the north of the Pacific coast. Also, I understand the lady is a Negro. Perhaps you’ve heard that Negros and Arians hardly ever socialize in America. Still, it will be nice to hear an American accent again, I think.”

He hated acting like a racist. He personally believed that man originated from one person – Adam – and that race had nothing to do with anything about a person’s character.

However, while under cover in this Nazi uniform, he must do nothing to rouse suspicion. Even if that generated the look of disgust that crossed her face.

She did recover very quickly, though. “I imagine you must feel very homesick at times, Oberleutnant.”

“I am homesick.” Now, that was the truth. He ached for his Oregon home. Putting a hand to his heart, he sincerely said, “It would do me a great deal of good to attend the performance with the most beautiful woman in the village on my arm.”

Oberleutnant Schäfer, I don’t think –”

He held up a hand to halt her speech. “Please, don’t say no, Fräulein. At least let me have a little hope by telling me you’ll consider the offer. Besides, I still owe you for sewing on my button.”

While he watched her war with herself over whether she should accept his invitation, she pressed her lips together and finally nodded. “Very well, Oberleutnant. As you say, I will think about it.”

His eyebrow cocked, “You give me your word?”

After perhaps a half second of hesitation, she nodded. “You have my word.”

He clicked his heels again. “Wunderbar! I will seek you out in two days time to learn your final decision.” He leaned closer and whispered as if conspiring with her. She smelled of sunshine and lavender and he felt his heart rate increase with the closer proximity. His body’s reaction made him curious. Surely, he could think of a thousand better places and even more better times to get consumed over the attraction of a woman. “I hope you say yes.”

To convey his sincerity, he took her hand and kissed the back of her knuckles. He felt the muscles under his fingers flex, but she did not actually pull her hand away. Deciding to release her from the torture of talking to him any longer, he smiled and said, “I look forward to speaking with you again, Fräulein Perrin.”

“Good day, Oberleutnant Schäfer.”

He got back into his Kübelwagen and started the engine. Without looking back at her, he headed on his way. As he drove, he felt his face frown, thinking of the inappropriate timing for his pursuit of her attention. What had possessed him to do that? Yes, she was beautiful. Yes, he felt like he could talk to her for hours. But, honestly, couldn’t he have waited until this war ended?

Frustrated with himself, he clumsily ground the gears in his vehicle as he went around a corner. Maybe he could come up with a way to gracefully back out of his invitation. Especially before his mother or father got wind of it.

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Christian Fiction Friday: September 25th

Welcome to this week’s edition of Christian Fiction Friday brought to you by me and my lovely and talented co-host, Alana Terry! This is a chance for Christian authors to post short snippets from their works in progress! Easy and fun!

This week, I completed the final edits in book 8 of the Virtues and Valor series titled Valor’s Vigil. It follows the story of Leopold Schaffer, and American spy wearing a Nazi officer’s uniform. Here is a snippet from Chapter 6 (you can preorder this novella, releasing November 8th, at this link):

v8_Valor2640“Have you seen your mother lately?” Karl Schäfer asked as he poured tea. The dishes from the shared late lunch still covered the table in the suite of his hotel room. He would have them removed after their meeting. Instead of a military uniform, he wore a tailored suit and a white starched shirt.

“It’s been a few months.” Leo stretched his booted feet out and rested his head against the back of the settee. It felt good to speak English so freely. “Once I got the promotion, we felt the risk was too great. Now I get coded communiqués from time to time.”

Karl sighed as he picked up his cup and settled back in the chair. “I miss her.”

Leo smiled. “I know she misses you, too.”

His father lifted his tea cup. “I can’t imagine how she’s handling her tea without sugar.”

Thinking of the sweet leaves his mother had started putting in her tea, a gift from the Texan pilot, he smiled. “She has resources.”

With a bark of a laugh, Karl replied, “I have no doubt!” His face sobered. “I’m quite ready for this war to be over and for our lives to be given back to us, to return to normal.”

“Given back?” Leo straightened and met his father’s gaze. “Your entire marriage has been fighting a war, preparing for the next one, and fighting that one. We don’t have lives. We have missions. There is no normal for us Schäfers.”

A smirk crossed Karl’s lips. “Perhaps I’m ready for what normal could be.”

On a sigh Leo said, “Me, too.” Would there ever be a normal life for him? Did he have a wife in his future? Children? A job that didn’t require a uniform or deadly weapons? He rubbed his tired eyes. “What can I do for you, Father?”

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1. Christian Fiction Friday is a blog hop where authors post short (400-ish words or less) snippets from their current works in progress (not published pieces).

2. Keep it PG-13 or lower. No swearing, no sex scenes. If you have a particularly violent scene or deal with a heavy or controversial subject matter, please include a disclaimer at the beginning of your post.


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Christian Fiction Friday: July 17th

Welcome to this week’s edition of Christian Fiction Friday brought to you by me and my lovely and talented co-host, Alana Terry! This is a chance for Christian authors to post short snippets from their works in progress! Easy and fun!

This week, I finished my editing on Valor’s Vigil, book 8 in my Virtues and Valor series. Here is a snippet from Chapter 5:

He left the man behind, knowing his orders would be followed exactly, and stormed through the halls of the prison offices. When he reached his own office, he was surprised to find Kapitän Neumann waiting behind his desk. He immediately came to attention, though the pain in his abdomen made him want to collapse in the chair currently occupied by his Kapitän.

Oberleutnant Schäfer,” the captain said, standing, “congratulations on the arrest.”

“It was premature. We had her under surveillance and I did not know she was arrested until an hour ago.”

The captain raised an eyebrow. “Do you need to be replaced as head of this facility?”

“Not at all, sir. I just need competent sergeants who don’t act on their own accord without orders.” And blatantly against orders, but he didn’t add that. I did not want the captain to think he had no control of his sergeants.

The captain froze and murmured, “Without orders?” The man began to pace around the office. Leo had not been told to stand at ease and thus had not moved from his position of attention. Therefore, he did not turn his head and visually track his commander as the captain paced around the room. Instead, he stared straight ahead, seething, hoping that Neumann would order him to have Seargeant Bauer arrested. He’d lock the cell himself.

“Why did your sergeant arrest her prematurely and without orders?” He asked, looking at a portrait print of his beloved Führer on the wall.

“I had to go to Paris for a meeting. While I was gone, he acted. I think he wanted some glory. Instead, I think he’s getting some prison time.”

“Just have him beaten and be done with it.” The captain waved a hand toward him then realized that the junior officer still stood in a stiff brace. Leo noted that his commander very carefully asked no questions about his Paris meeting. “At ease. What have you been able to glean from her so far? Anything?”

“Nothing. She’s been beaten until she can’t sit up by men twice her size. I suspect her jaw is broken. I don’t know why they expected to get anything from her. I’m not sure her interrogation can be salvaged.”

The captain raised an eyebrow. “You have ideas of a different method?”

He thanked God for this unexpected opportunity. “Of course. She’s a woman. Like all women she’ll respond better to silk than to steel.”

Neumann narrowed his eyes. “Rather American thinking. I suppose I should have expected no less.”

Leo felt his cheeks burn, silently cursing his complexion that allowed the captain to see his visceral reaction even though he attempted to hide it from his expression. He was not embarassed. Rage flooded his heart, causing the flush. “I cannot change where my father raised me, Kapitän.”

Now it’s your turn! Just link your Christian Fiction Friday! Here are the rules:

1. Christian Fiction Friday is a blog hop where authors post short (400-ish words or less) snippets from their current works in progress (not published pieces).

2. Keep it PG-13 or lower. No swearing, no sex scenes. If you have a particularly violent scene or deal with a heavy or controversial subject matter, please include a disclaimer at the beginning of your post.


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1. Visit at least some of the other Christian Fiction Friday authors each week and comment on their blogs.

2. Don’t offer critiques unless the author specifically asks for it in his or her post.

3. Please include this blurb at the end of your weekly post:

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Christian Fiction Friday: July 10th

Welcome to this week’s edition of Christian Fiction Friday brought to you by me and my lovely and talented co-host, Alana Terry! This is a chance for Christian authors to post short snippets from their works in progress! Easy and fun!

This week, I just typed “the end” on Valor’s Vigil, book 8 in my Virtues and Valor series. Here is a snippet from Chapter 3:

Switching back to English she said, “What do I call you, lad?”

“Call him Valor,” Praetorian said from over her shoulder. “He needs to be patched up and back at his duty station tomorrow or else things are likely to go very, very badly for our little operation here.”

All he could think about was the suspicions of Kapitan Beck and Marie’s name on that piece of paper. He had to leave. While Mercy lifted his shirt and pushed against the wound, he panted, “I can’t stay here.”

The side of her mouth lifted in a half-amused look. “Well, Valor, I’m afraid that’s not necessarily up to me at the moment.”

She prodded the wound on his stomach and shifted to feel underneath him. He felt his vision suddenly tunnel as if black blinders were closing in from the sides. “I’m not seeing where the bullet came out. That means you’re holding onto it somewhere. Stubborn, really. I’m going to have to cut on you a bit.”

Nausea swirled and his throat tried to close with fear. “Do what you need to.”

She gripped his bloody hand with her own. He found the strength in her grip comforting. “Right this moment, you probably think you can’t hurt much worse. Sadly, you’re mistaken. I c’n give ya something if you like.”

“Can it wait?” Praetorian asked as he walked to the foot of the bed. “He needs to talk.” Wait? Talk? Suddenly the mission came back into focus. “Tell me what you learned.”

“It w-w-was a s-s-set-t-t-up,” Leo stammered, tasting blood in his mouth. He felt his fingers spasm around the camera he clutched and tried to open his hand, but his muscles would not obey his mind. “They w-w-wanted to lure you i-i-n and k-k-kill you. C-c-c-ripple the Res-is-stance.”

“Who? Did you identify them?”

“Jäger. Heinrich.” He closed his eyes and felt the world start to tilt when he remembered the mission. He opened his eyes again. “Two more. We never saw them go in.”

“Matthew said you went down to the cabin. What did you see?”

“P-p-ictures,” Leo whispered. His hand finally relinquished its grip and Praetorian saw the camera.

“Good lad,” he said, taking it from his hand. “We’ll get this developed and see what we can see.” He frowned and leaned forward. “How compromised is your cover?”

Leo shook his head. “Not at all. They never saw me.” As Mercy pushed his hands aside while she cut open his shirt, he help up his hands, showing his bloody palms. “They know they hit me.”

Mercy began praying out loud, a Scottish prayer that sounded as if from rote. Praetorian put a hand on his booted foot. “Who knows of you?”

He knew he meant Black Orechestra. Many knew of his existence in a vague sense, but had no idea exactly who the legendary Valor may be. “No one.”

Mercy said, “Amen.” She picked up a syringe. “That’s all boys. You can talk in a few hours.” He barely felt the prick in the muscle of his arm, but almost immediately felt the welcoming relief of numbness and blackness wash over him.

Now it’s your turn! Just link your Christian Fiction Friday! Here are the rules:

1. Christian Fiction Friday is a blog hop where authors post short (400-ish words or  less) snippets from their current works in progress (not published pieces).

2. Keep it PG-13 or lower. No swearing, no sex scenes. If you have a particularly violent scene or deal with a heavy or controversial subject matter, please include a disclaimer at the beginning of your post.


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1. Visit at least some of the other Christian Fiction Friday authors each week and comment on their blogs.

2. Don’t offer critiques unless the author specifically asks for it in his or her post.

3. Please include this blurb at the end of your weekly post:

Christian Fiction Friday is a weekly blog hop where authors post snippets from their current Works in Progress. It is hosted by Alana Terry and Hallee Bridgeman.
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Christian Fiction Friday: July 3rd

Welcome to this week’s edition of Christian Fiction Friday brought to you by me and my lovely and talented co-host, Alana Terry! This is a chance for Christian authors to post short snippets from their works in progress! Easy and fun!

This week, I’ve been finishing Valor’s Vigil, book 8 in my Virtues and Valor series. Here is a snippet from Chapter 7 and a conversation between Leopold Schäfer and Virginia Benoit.

“You’re American. Where are you from?” she asked in perfect southern-accented English.

He raised both eyebrows. In plain English, he answered, “Oregon.”

Continuing in English, Virginia answered, “I’m from St. Louis by way of New Orleans.”

“I know exactly who you are.” As her face fell at his words, he gentled his voice slightly, “Even if I hadn’t, I thought I heard a twang in your French.”

“You heard no such thing.” She shifted her long red skirts and sashayed across the room to the tea service that sat on a table by the couch. As she bent, he heard her gasp in pain and start to reach her hand toward her abdomen. Curious, he examined the room. In the corner from behind a dressing screen, he saw the tip of a black boot. Could that boot possibly be on the foot of an incapacitated German SS Colonel? “Would you care for some tea?”

“No, thank you.” She swished her skirts and turned to face him.

“I do hope you will enjoy the performance, even if you didn’t get to approve it,” she said with a flirtatious smile as she took a sip of the long cooled tea.

“I hope so, too,” he said. He could not risk anyone else coming into this room. “I confess I have been looking forward to meeting you. I will return in a moment.” He clicked the heels of his highly shined jack boots and left the room, shutting the door behind him. In the hall, he found the young lieutenant who had been assigned to see to the needs of the famous singer.

“I will be escorting Miss Benoit to the stage. What time is she due to be on?”

“Five minutes, sir,” the lieutenant replied, looking at his watch. “I was just on my way to give her the time.”

“I’ll handle it. Thank you, Lieutenant.”

Clearly dismissed, the younger man turned and Leo knocked sharply on the door of the room and entered. He saw Virginia seated on the couch, her fist against her mouth, her eyes wide with fear.

She clearly forcibly relaxed and smiled. “No matter how big or small the venue, I always get a little jumpy right before a show.”

Dryly, he replied, “I find that astonishing, Miss Benoit, given your credentials and years of experience.”

Virginia took a deep breath and let out an exaggerated sigh. “It’s true. Please don’t let on. Underneath the glamorous gowns and the makeup, I’m still just a southern girl from small town America.”

He stared at her and shook his head. “I would not be overly concerned about this crowd if I were you. The men are in such need of distraction after months of boredom, a monkey grinding a hand organ would surely entertain them at this point.”

The look of pain that crossed her face made him regret his words. He so very much wanted to ask her about what happened before. Perhaps, one day, they could meet away from such a hostile environment. He looked around, trying to find clues.

“Have you seen me perform before?”

He shook his head. “I’m afraid not. But I am very much looking forward to it.”

Virginia stood, placing herself between him and the dressing screen, clearly trying to block his view of the boot. “It’s only a bit early. Would you escort me to the stage, sir? We could continue our conversation until it’s time to perform.”

“It will be my honor. And I hope it isn’t forward of me to propose that we speak together more before you must depart, Miss Benoit. My English has suffered greatly in the last few months since my arrival.”

She smiled a very practiced dazzling smile and nodded, “An opportunity to speak more with a handsome young officer in Hitler’s mighty Army? What kind of red blooded woman could refuse such an offer?”

Now it’s your turn! Just link your Christian Fiction Friday! Here are the rules:

1. Christian Fiction Friday is a blog hop where authors post short (400-ish words or less) snippets from their current works in progress (not published pieces).

2. Keep it PG-13 or lower. No swearing, no sex scenes. If you have a particularly violent scene or deal with a heavy or controversial subject matter, please include a disclaimer at the beginning of your post.

Suggestions:

1. Visit at least some of the other Christian Fiction Friday authors each week and comment on their blogs.

2. Don’t offer critiques unless the author specifically asks for it in his or her post.

3. Please include this blurb at the end of your weekly post:

Christian Fiction Friday is a weekly blog hop where authors post snippets from their current Works in Progress. It is hosted by Alana Terry and Hallee Bridgeman.

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