The story begins when highly trained USNR pilot Doug Conyers is sent on a mission to Paris and Copenhagen via confidential Presidential orders, and the last thing on his mind was falling in love. A chance meeting with a brilliant research scientist at a Copenhagen Jazz club leads them not only to the love of a lifetime, but on the run of a lifetime. As a scientist at a prestigious Copenhagen research institute, Anna has just unraveled the molecular formula from sulphur water that can revolutionize medicine or wipe out humanity in the wrong hands – a discovery that must be kept secret at all costs. As Nazi Germany invades Denmark and Norway, her sister’s life is compromised and Anna must flee with her secret immediately.
Excerpt from Chapter 5
As Doug strode down the tarmac, he saw his friend and fellow aviator, Lenny. Both men had recently been involved in a highly confidential special test program on Catalina Island to undergo special combat, martial arts and counter espionage training.
There, they renewed a friendship that had begun in prep school as youngsters.
“Doug, great barrel roll,” Lenny teased, his brown eyes twinkling.
Doug jokingly, in his deep voice, took a well-deserved dig at his pal, whose reputation as a skirt chaser was well known. “Hey, Sir Glad-a-Bag, thanks. How are ya? What are you doing here?”
Lenny laughingly bristled back,
“That would be Sir Galahad to you, pal.”
Doug gave Lenny a friendly “hello” slap on the back, then switched subjects quickly.
“Yup, Sir Galahad. He’s a great thoroughbred and probably having one hell of a time at the stud farm—I’ll bet you one hundred dollars his offspring will win the Derby this year. Speaking of which, how are the gals?” he said with good-natured nonchalance.
Both men were tall, handsome, single and very popular with the ladies.
“Last time we went out on the town together, you went home with the blonde AND the brunette, and I got the redhead, right? It’s true what they say about that temper, I discovered,” Doug recollected ruefully. “Next time, I get the blonde,” he said as he grinned.
Lenny started to make a flip comment regarding studs, but remembered his message. He looked intently at Doug. “We have both just been ordered to headquarters to meet with the top brass.”
“Any idea why?” asked Doug in a rather nonchalant fashion.
“I think it might be serious this time,” Lenny said with a faint grin.
“The Secretary of the Navy!”
Doug took off his sunglasses, squinting his green eyes in the sunlight,
“You mean Frank Knox?” He looked seriously at Lieutenant Leonard Anderson, both losing their lighthearted demeanors as they proceeded together toward the building to meet with Secretary Knox.
So, it’s time, Doug thought to himself, about time. After all, there isn’t much more I can learn doing drills. He drew himself up, squared his shoulders and marched into the building.
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An aide escorted them directly into the Secretary’s office, and after shaking hands, both men took a seat in the leather chairs in front of the large mahogany desk.
“Gentlemen, it is my pleasure to inform you that you will both be leaving for Paris immediately.”
Echoing the very real threats of today’s world, Anna’s Secret Legacy is an intriguing work of historical fiction. A 1940’s Love story that grabs the reader and doesn’t let go—right up through the book’s riveting ending. More, with the current focus on the potential for good through stem-cell research, combined with the opposing threat of biological warfare that continues to increase across the globe, this story about what was going on behind laboratory doors 70 years ago is something that will be both enticing and relevant to today’s readers.
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A Love Affair Between An American Pilot And A Brilliant Female Research Scientist Is Endangered By Her Remarkable Discovery That Can Revolutionize Medicine Or In The Wrong Hands Wipe Out Humanity.
Anna’s Secret Legacy is a fascinating love novel involving Scandinavia and its significance in a world on the brink of World War II. Laced with twists and suspense, it will keep readers on edge until its end. The novel will be available on Amazon.com, Barnesandnoble.com, and Borders.com this summer.
In 2005 the first part of this story was copyrighted at the Library of Congress and registered with the Writers Guild of America. I made the decision to take the story back to the beginning of the discovery of the molecular secret in 1940, splitting the project into two books. The continuing story emerged as Anna’s Legacy and was copyrighted in 2008. After working on the project, it became apparent that many people were trying to use Anna’s Secret or Anna’s Legacy as a title for their own work. In 2009, the title was registered with the WGA, copyrighted under the name Anna’s Secret Legacy, and the domain sites annassecretlegacy.com and annassecretlegacy.net were registered.
Anna’s Secret Legacy is fiction love story with years of research. Historically accurate and scientifically credible, this story is told from a different perspective involving the World War II invasion of Denmark and Norway and the mystery of the sulphur water.
The Research Lab- Copenhagen, Denmark
Days before the German invasion of Norway and Denmark
In silence, a solitary figure quickly pushed the door open to a white-walled research lab. A slim, intense blonde woman with a determined expression on her face walked to her microscope.
It must work this time, she thought. After three years of nonstop research, I know the answer is in here in this bit of solution.
The solution itself was an anomaly: it represented several years’ worth of research derived from water taken from a Russian hot sulphur spring long ago. Anna quickly pushed a loose blonde strand back into her ponytail and pulled her stool closer to the microscope, muttering,
“There must be a blueprint that our cells recognize from the sulphur water which helps them reset to their original healthy molecular structure.”
After a few moments, she abruptly pushed back her stool in frustration and stood. Still for a moment, she again considered the microscope in front of her. Sighing, she began to pace the floor, her hands stuffed in her pockets and her brow furrowed.
Her eyes, a light violet blue, were reminiscent of the same color streak particularly visible in the sky before a spectacular sunset. In the left pocket of her white lab coat, she rubbed together the two gold rubles that she always kept with her, a nervous she habit she had begun as a young teenager.
Waiting at the end of the dark street below, two men hide in the murky shadows. One man glanced at his watch impatiently. Taking a strong drag on his filterless cigarette, he flicked it to the ground, simultaneously exhaling and stomping it out with a smash of his boot. They both looked up towards the light still on in the second-floor lab.