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Veveka's War
Annette Snyder
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A lifetime of struggle forces Viveka Howard to survive the Depression years, overcome absence of her wartime husband and juggle tasks of family. An accident leaves her penniless and Viveka adds responsibility of single parenting to her battles. After the death of her daughter, Viveka must conquer grief and prove her worth as a parent.
She attempts to defy all odds alone.

Liam Howard stands in the shadows. Holding secretive his dedication to Viveka and her children, Liam raises a family of his own.
He vows to change his life for the better.

Can Viveka surrender independence and rely on the support of another Howard man?
With years of suppression at bay, can Liam disclose true feelings and allow another heart close?
Veils of mistrust aside, will two friends unite and form a bond of love?

It was amazing how the sun shone across the blue of the September afternoon sky even when Viv thought there should be no sun in her world. It was a beautiful fall day. The air was crisp and held only the slightest hint of the encroaching winter, just enough to let Viv know that soon she’d need a heavier coat. She hoped she would be in line for one of her sister’s hand-me-downs, or one of the neighbor kids grew enough over the summer to pass a jacket down.

As she walked beside Liam, she felt the brittle crunch of leaves beneath her feet and she looked up to the trees. Tall oaks and lindens edged the gravel road, the path she always traveled home from school. The leaves began to show magnificent gold and reds of the changing season. It should have been a beautiful sight, mingled with the clear sky and fresh scent of outdoors, but it was a bad day because she couldn’t put the trouble of school out of her mind. Viv failed a math test and had to endure Miss Jones’ harsh words. After recess, Viv got reprimanded for talking to her friend Ruth during study time and had to write a five-hundred-word essay on why she shouldn’t interrupt. “Five hundred words! Do you believe that? All because Ruth wanted to tell me about her new dress!”

“It’s a dress for Christ sakes!” Liam replied as he kicked the leaves underfoot. They rustled together like crispy paper tossed in the wind.

Liam’s misunderstanding of the situation annoyed her. A new dress was something, especially when no one had any money. Getting a new dress was a big deal at times when putting food on the table meant lard sandwiches or rabbit hunted out of season from a stand of trees. A brand-new dress at times when shoes had to be worn way past their lifespan was a big deal. To get a brand new dress not handed down from a long list of relatives or friends but instead store bought and resembling the pictures in magazines, was a big deal and Liam should have understood. He didn’t. He was a boy. Boys didn’t understand anything. “Yeah? Well I haven’t ever had a new dress. All I ever get is hand-me-downs from my sisters.”

“Serves you right for being born into a family with thirteen kids.”

“Like that was my fault!” Viv knew Liam didn’t mean to sound cruel even though he did. He only had one younger brother. After Liam’s mom died, his dad never showed interest in another marriage. Hard times hit and Liam’s family, like hers and all others, struggled to survive daily life, yet alone think of romantic things like marriage or new dresses.

“Want to go fishing? It should be a great day for it. The wind’s from the east.” Liam stopped and turned toward the path, which led to the fishing hole.

He would have to change the subject. “I can’t. It’s laundry day. I have to get straight home.” She watched Liam consider his options.

“I’ll walk you the rest of the way.” He turned and fell back in step with her.

“You don’t have to, it’s only a mile. Go fishing.”

Liam sent a smile her way. “I know I don’t have to. I want to. It makes me feel like a man when I can protect you on your walk home.”

Viv noticed Liam’s smile, one she was sure could melt rock, and the sparkle of his dark eyes that begged her forgiveness for his rude comment about the size of her family. Viv giggled. “Protect me? From what? A raccoon? Maybe a gardener snake? First of all you’re not a man, you’re only eighteen, and second, I can defend myself. Go fishing, protector.” Viv motioned to two big boulders slapped cockeyed on the ground not far from the fishing hole path. She knew Liam usually hid his bamboo pole in the gap between the rocks. “Go. And if you catch some fish, come show me. I’ll be elbow deep in hot water and stinky socks.” She pushed him toward the rock. “Go! Or you can come help wash my brothers’ socks.”

5 Stars! “Viveka was born into a family with thirteen children. Life was difficult, and they lived in poverty. Clothes were handed down through the ranks or given to them by other families.
Liam was Viveka’s best friend. They walked to and from school together shared confidences. Right after high school graduation, Liam went to college, and Viveka and Landis were married. With rumors of war, young men enlisted in the military; not one to be left out, Landis enlisted. Liam had strong feelings for Viveka but continued to keep them hidden. Viveka and Liam led separate lives yet intertwined.
Viveka’s War is a beautiful love story. Viveka is a strong woman, independent and capable of facing life head on. Liam hides his feelings but is always there for Viveka. The plot is endearing. Fans of romance will cherish Viveka’s War.” Reviewed by Debra Gaynor for ReviewYourBook.com

Fiction Books :: Romance Books :: Historical Books

ISBN: 1603134408
ISBN(13-digit): 9781603134408
Copyright: 2009
Book Publisher: Whiskey Creek Press
Binding: Perfect
No. of Pages: 226
Paper Weight (lb): 9.6

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