French-speaking father and English-speaking mother. She has three younger
sisters. Jackie has always loved reading her mother’s romance books. After
moving to Montreal, she worked as a customer service representative. But her
love for writing romances has never stopped.
English and French languages. When she’s not writing her next great romance,
she enjoys watching movies, listening to music, and of course promoting her
know that sending a loved one off to war is one of the hardest things in life
to do and the only hope you can have is that they will return safely. In A
Soldier’s Vow by Jackie M. Smith, we travel with the couple (whose names to me
are so unique as I have never read a book before containing these names so I’ll
keep those a surprise) on a journey of passion, love, honor and an everlasting
right throughout the book so intensely that it truly does feel like you are the
heroine waiting on your hero to come home. I cried, I laughed, and I rejoiced
in this stunning novel. Jackie you have truly outdone yourself. And to those of
you who have ever had the illusion that a war related romance novel is too much
emotion or just not your style, I can tell you you’re missing out for with A
Soldier’s Vow you cannot go wrong and you will want to share it with the world
afterwards it is a true romantics dream.
M. Smith’s story, Forever Yours, tells the stories of two lovers torn apart by
war. The heroine is unique, as she is a pilot for the Royal Air Force, and her
lover, Philip, is a childhood friend who falls in love with her as they head
into battle. Unsure of whether she will return to his arms, Philip holds fast
to his love as the reader holds fast to the hope that the two will reunite. Romantic
Alice Malone dreams of one day being a
writer, but her pending engagement to a childhood friend puts a damper
on her dreams and her future. When she meets Ryan Quinn during the
construction of Titanic, their attraction is immediate. With him, true
love could exist despite the difference in their social standings.
The moment Ryan laid eyes upon Alice, he
knew she was the woman of his dreams. He loves her courage and
determination, but he fears another rejection and the possibility her
engagement might take her away from him.
Can their love survive and help them find a way to each other?
and fear knotted his gut. Staring at Alice’s pale face, he knew bullet wounds
could cause infection when not treated in time. Blood soaked her jacket and
blouse. What the hell happened?
against her wound.
doctor. Alice would make a wonderful wife, he mused. The idea of marrying her
did appeal to him, but he wasn’t ready for marriage— not yet. Before he thought
of marriage again, he wanted to know more about her. Since they met, he’d
thought of her often and dreamed of her. Somehow, she’d managed to erase the
horrible memories of his last relationship—almost.
into Ryan’s daydreaming as they arrived at the hospital.
her ear before pressing his lips against her cheek.
lining the wall. Placing his hands across his face, he prayed in silence. Keep her safe. With all the blood
seeping from her wound, he worried. She was too young to die. He rose and
walked to the window. Staring outside, he looked at the rainy horizon and hoped
to see Alice soon. Thanks to the doctor and nurse caring for her, she was in
good hands, but he didn’t like seeing her in such a frail condition.
expect a full recovery.”
more. Screams from the grand recovery room reached his ears. He thanked the
doctor in silence for placing Alice in a private room, away from all the
suffering. When they reached the end of the corridor, tall windows on each side
of the bed illuminated a small room. Ryan froze and brought a hand against his
mouth. Alice’s pale face frightened him to his core. The doctor had reassured
him, but until she recovered he feared for her life. He pulled out the chair
and placed it beside the bed. Taking her small hand between his, he brought her
fingers to his lips.
when he was a child and since then thanked the stars above for sparing her
life. With the back of his hand, he touched Alice’s cheek, feeling the
coolness. Thick bandages covered her shoulder. Her long auburn hair fanned out
on the pillow. An angel slept. His angel on Earth. For the longest time, he had
dreamed of the same woman. Yet, Ryan had never been able to see her face. All
he saw was the Ethereal light around her, shining, guiding him toward her. Was
he seeing Alice? Before he met this enchanting woman, he stopped believed in
love after his relationship with Ashley. Now, he wondered if a chance at love
smiled upon him.
with thoughts of her sweet lips. Desire for her grew with each passing day. He
knew madness played a role in his clouded judgment, but he didn’t care. He had
one life to live, and he wanted to know more about Alice. Her courage and
strength called out to him. The way she kissed him back the other day told him
no other man claimed her heart. But he wanted—needed—certainty before he took a
chance. Bringing her fingers against his mouth, he pressed a gentle kiss,
feeling the coolness of her skin. Who hurt you, Alice? He wanted to know. Anger rose within him.
watching them, but he never thought someone would use their firearms. Women had
their reasons and had as much as rights as men when it came to voting. They had
their say. What happened today for the constables to shoot at a peaceful march?
No matter. Next time, he would accompany Alice and Isabel. That way, they would
have someone to protect them. The need to be there for Alice overtook reason.
He knew they barely knew each other, but the times they spent together working
and talking, Ryan grew to appreciate her and like her more every day.
deny his strong attraction for her.
taste her again.