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Guest Blog: Terri Wangard and No Leaves in Autumn *Prize of E-book for First Book in Series

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    ChristinaSinisi-Author
  • 1 day ago
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Introduce yourself—name, where you’re from, and something people notice when they meet you?


I’m Terri Wangard, born and raised in Green Bay, Wisconsin, during the Glory Years. I didn’t appreciate the Packers then. We’d have glorious Sunday afternoons and no one wanted to come out to play. They were inside watching the Pack.



I am tall and that is what people notice. While I may have an easier time reaching top shelves, the height difference while growing up was damaging. I was bullied by other children, especially boys, and teachers expected me to be more mature and take on more responsibility.

 

Tell us about your book—title and back cover blurb.

 

No Leaves in Autumn

The Germans aren’t the enemies who bedevil Marie and Stefan.

It’s their colleagues who thwart them at every turn.

 

Marie Foubert grew up in an orphanage and struggles with feelings of rejection. As a Red Cross recreation worker, she interacts with the American men based in Iceland during World War II. Her growing attraction to seaplane pilot Stefan Dabrowski excites and concerns her. Won’t he disappear from her life like everyone else?


Stefan hears his commanding officer describe him as exciting as last night’s bathwater. One of his colleagues constantly berates him because of his Polish heritage and his superior flying skill. Despite being the squadron’s most productive pilot, he is threatened with court martial. A showdown approaches to prove who’s the better pilot and the better man.


Marie’s cousin, passing through Iceland, tries to see her after spotting her photo in Life magazine. She declines to meet him, but Stefan encourages her to do so and learn why no one wanted her. She may gain a family after all. 

 

 Share one thing that you found difficult or challenging about writing this book.



I have never been to Iceland and little is written about the island during World War II. I was blessed to find an out-of-print book about the Red Cross in Iceland that helped immeasurably with the heroine’s role. And the local library brought in an interlibrary loan book outside of its area that helped me with the hero’s role.  The library made an exception in getting me that book after I offered to pay for the shipping.

 

 Ask the blog reader a quirky question or two.


Solo travelers are routinely discriminated against. For instance, I almost saw Iceland (or maybe it was Greenland). I was flying back from Europe and had a window seat. My camera was ready to snap pictures. Then the flight attendant asked me to give up my seat so a couple who had made last-minute reservations could sit together. I ended up in an aisle seat and no view of Iceland (or was it Greenland?).


What is your travel horror story?

 

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Instagram:  @terriwangard   

 


 
 
 

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