Historical Fiction, WW1
Date Published: June 28, 2022
During the Great War, in a German-occupied Red Cross hospital in Brussels,
Belgium, there are three British nurses who will risk everything to save the
lives of those in their care. These are the stories of The War Girls.
Saving the Rifleman – British Red Cross nurse Maria Hunt lives in daily
fear that the German soldiers who regularly inspect her hospital will
uncover her secret: she helps wounded British soldiers escape German
hands.
Enticing the Spymaster – Judith Goddard is hiding in plain sight. A dual
citizen with family ties to Belgian royalty and the British military, she
works as a Red Cross nurse in a German hospital, learning what she can, ever
fearful her true allegiance will be discovered.
Aiding the Enemy – Rose Culver is in grave danger. For months the Red Cross
hospital head nurse has been aiding Allied soldiers caught behind enemy
lines, helping them flee into neutral Netherlands. It’s only a matter of
time until she’s caught.
The War Girls is composed of three previously published novellas. This is
the first time they have been published in one volume.
Excerpt
Chapter One
Brussels, Belgium
November, 1914
“Maria.”
Alarm rippled across Maria’s nerves, jerking her attention from the
supply record book she was writing in.
Her teacher, mentor, and matron of the hospital on Rue de la Culture stood
at the window, staring out at the street, her back straight and stiff.
“Rose?” Maria took a step toward her, but Rose’s voice
stopped her before she could take another.
“Please take an inventory of the bandages in the closet on the second
floor.” Her words were spoken with a deliberateness that should have
been reassuring. It wasn’t. The other woman held herself too still,
too rigid. “We’re about to have another friendly
visit.”
“Germans?” Maria whispered, dread tightening its coils until
she could barely breathe. “Again?”
Regular soldiers didn’t make her too uncomfortable; they appreciated
the nurses who looked after their wounded countrymen, and they knew they
could end up at this hospital and in her care. But the officers were another
thing altogether. They looked at Maria and Rose as if the two of them were
convicted criminals of the worst sort.
As if they were dirty.
Rose nodded.
“Lord preserve us.” The words slipped out before Maria could
stop them. “When will this madness stop?”
Rose turned then, a rueful smile on her face. “I wish I knew. Go now
and stay out of sight if you can.”
“But—”
“I’ll be fine. Dr. Geoff is still here. He’s as irritated
with all these inspections as we are. They’re a constant interruption,
and we have little enough time for our work as it is.”
Herman Geoff was a German doctor, but he treated Rose and even Maria with
the utmost respect. His uncle was a high-ranking officer. Very high. As long
as Dr. Geoff supported them, they would most likely remain safe.
If they did nothing to irritate or anger the local German troops. Something
Maria feared she’d already done.
She rushed to the back stairs and climbed them quickly. Rose would be safe.
The second daughter of minor gentry, she had demonstrated time and again her
diplomatic skills were more than up to the task of dealing with arrogant,
suspicious German officers.
Maria had none of those skills or family background.
The second floor was filled with bedrooms, now used as wards for their
patients. There was also a room where the nurses slept—Rose, herself,
two Belgian nurses and one German nurse who worked with them. A closet near
the back stairs had been converted into a storage area for bandages and
other medical supplies.
Perfect for a woman to hide in while waiting for their German visitors to
leave.
She opened the door, prepared to enter…
But the closet was already occupied—by a soldier complete with pack,
sidearm and rifle. The weapon wasn’t what snared Maria’s gaze
and held it.
His eyes were green. A brilliant emerald green.
Her breathing stalled as she stood in the doorway and stared into those
wide, pale eyes and at the blood spattered across his face and
uniform.
His British uniform. In a Belgian hospital full of enemy German
soldiers.
Good God.
Voices floated up the back stairs a few feet away and she opened her mouth
to caution him.
Before she could utter a warning, before she could blink, his hands reached
out, grabbed her, and yanked her into the closet, pulling the door closed
behind her.
Fear and shock crushed her throat as she found herself pressed against the
soldier’s body, one of his hands over her mouth, the other a steel
band behind her back.
She couldn’t move and the closet was so dark it might as well have
been a tomb. Blind and restrained, the unfamiliar scents filling her
nostrils took over her senses.
Mud, blood, and man.
***
Lieutenant John Bennet held the woman in his arms tightly enough to keep
her from crying out, but not enough to harm her.
He’d hoped to find someone to help him, preferably a nurse, but this
wasn’t how he’d anticipated meeting such a woman—staring
into her frightened face then pulling her into a dark closet. He
couldn’t even tell her she was in no danger from him. Any noise would
likely be overheard by the men now standing on the other side of the
door.
He held himself still despite the pain from his wound and the unfamiliar
weight of the woman in his arms. How long had it been since he’d held
anything so soft? Weeks? Months?
He sucked in a breath and the scent of evening flowers filled his head,
driving out all others. His cock stirred in response to the feel of her
curves along his flank. Her chest rose and fell erratically under his arm as
she tried to breathe through what must be a terrifying situation.
Yet there were no tears, no sobs, or cries.
He tore his focus from the delights of her body to consider her movements
for a moment. She’d stopped struggling for the most part and now stood
relatively docile in his arms.
Maybe she realized how dangerous his predicament was. If she was a nurse,
she might feel some sympathy toward him, some care.
Energy surfaced from some unknown well inside him, heating his muscles. He
couldn’t give up hope, not now. He had to find a way out of Belgium, a
way to report what he’d seen. There were more lives at risk than his,
thousands more. Including the nurse in his arms.
A man was giving orders in German in the hallway, from the sound of it,
only a few paces from the closet door. Orders to search the hospital for the
British soldier. Orders to find and detain for questioning the second
British nurse. The woman John no doubt held in his arms.
The woman now in as much danger as he.
Poor girl. It was one thing to tend wounded men in no shape to offer
offensive behavior, but quite another to be taken captive in a dark closet.
He was lucky she hadn’t screamed herself hoarse or fainted.
Somehow, he needed to communicate his lack of intent to harm her.
He’d been told this hospital was a place of safety for British
soldiers caught behind German lines. The last farmer who’d sheltered
him just outside of Brussels told him the matron of this hospital could help
him, had already helped many others like him. She might even be able to
supply fake identity papers and an escape route out of the country.
Warm, soft, and sweet-smelling, the woman in his arms could be the key to
his survival. And what he knew was the key to Britain’s defense.
His spine solidified, transforming into steel.
She didn’t know it, but he was prepared to kill to protect her.
About the Author
Retired medical lab technologist, Julie Rowe writes stories that plunge you
directly into chaos and adrenaline from the first page & don’t let
up until the end.
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I graduated with a BA (Hons) in Writing; made it into my local newspaper, then spent the next couple of decades with my head buried in suspense fiction, absorbed in the work of others! In real life, I have been a College Lecturer for many years, alongside roles with various examination boards: marking, moderating, assessing and undertaking a host of other interesting duties.
