Partisan Heart

Tuesday, February 26, 2013

Partisan Heart

I truly love Valentine’s Day because it makes me stop in my busy world and think about those I love. In my case it’s a spouse I’ll soon be married to for forty years. Might I add it’s important to tell your children and grandchildren you love them, too. How about those great friends you couldn’t survive without? Here’s the opportunity – don’t miss it!

PARTISAN HEART - Book 2 – Tango of Death Series - Poland 1943-During WW II resistance movements occurred in every occupied country by a variety of means, ranging from propaganda to outright warfare and the recapturing of towns, as well as hiding crashed pilots.

Partisan Heart tells the story of a Gypsy girl who follows her beloved into the forests of Poland and the Ukraine. Their partisan group is willing to risk their lives blowing up train trestles, attacking SS killer squads, and to infiltrate Nazis intelligence to destroy Nazi Germany. Resistance does exist. If nothing else, to die with dignity is a form of resistance. hhttp://bookswelove.net or http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00AZ6VTFE/

Find GYPSY SPIRIT Book 1 Tango of Death Series http://www.amazon.com/dp/B009KDY5D6 or http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/241274 and watch for JEWISH SOU - Book three of the Tango of Death Series soon.

“I am a Jew fighting for his people and I’m fighting for your people, too. I don’t need you fighting me.” He opened his arms to her.

Vanya moved into his embrace. After a long silence she lifted her face up to him and took his hard kiss. She responded with urgency and passion. He fueled the fire within her and she didn't want to stop.

He kissed her cheek, then moved to nibble on her ear lobe.

“I love how you kiss me,” she said somewhat breathless.

He answered with a trail of kisses down her neck . . . lower and lower. She allowed him to pop open the first few buttons on her blouse. He pinned her back against a tree and buried his face into her cleavage. The sensation shook her to the core. She should tell him to stop, but she truly didn't want him to.

How or when he slipped the remaining buttons free, she couldn't say.