We are not as alone as we think we are in the universe. Aliens are all around us. The problem is that humans don't want to accept aliens as friendly members of society. They feel the need to exterminate them before the aliens devise a plan to exterminate all humans. The aliens have studied human existence and discovered a way to live among us enough to create their new home under the sea. TONY CHEVERIE, the main character who lives in the small coastal town of Eastport, Maine, is a scientist who comes across the alien's existence by accident. He wants to help them. The antagonist is Peter McGurk captain of the military weaponry division. Dan wants all the aliens dead.

Throughout World War II, when Saturday nights came around, servicemen and hostesses happily forgot the war for a little while as they danced together in USO clubs, which served as havens of stability in a time of social, moral, and geographic upheaval. Meghan Winchell demonstrates that in addition to boosting soldier morale, the USO acted as an architect of the gender roles and sexual codes that shaped the "greatest generation." Combining archival research with extensive firsthand accounts from among the hundreds of thousands of female USO volunteers, Winchell shows how the organization both reflected and shaped 1940s American society at large. The USO had hoped that respectable feminine companionship would limit venereal disease rates in the military. To that end, Winchell explains, USO recruitment practices characterized white middle-class women as sexually respectable, thus implying that the sexual behavior of working-class women and women of color was suspicious. In response, women of color sought to redefine the USO's definition of beauty and respectability, challenging the USO's vision of a home front that was free of racial, gender, and sexual conflict. Despite clashes over class and racial ideologies of sex and respectability, Winchell finds that most hostesses benefited from the USO's chaste image. In exploring the USO's treatment of female volunteers, Winchell not only brings the hostesses' stories to light but also supplies a crucial missing piece for understanding the complex ways in which the war both destabilized and restored certain versions of social order.

The United Service Organizations (USO) strengthens America's military service members by keeping them connected to family, home, and country, throughout their service to the nation. Therefore, this book is dedicated to the countless volunteers, of many nations around the world, who give so freely of their time, to support our American soldiers. It is dedicated to private and corporate sponsorships that make the USO possible. But most of all, this book is dedicated to all the service volunteers that lost their lives, while serving American soldiers.

When USO volunteer and nursing student Millie Beaubien meets WWII Royal Air Force pilot Edward Owen in Detroit, she's convinced she's found her very own larger than life hero. Intoxicated by their whirlwind courtship and her growing obsession with him, she ignores all warning signs that he is not what he appears to be. Comparing her beloved yet mercurial Edward to the heroes in her favorite books and films of the day, Millie looks forward to being mistress of Sand Castles Hall, a great Cornwall estate akin to the fictional Manderley in Rebecca. But when she arrives in England, Millie must sort fact from fiction and abandon all delusions, hers and her blue-eyed pilot's. Will she be able to save herself from being destroyed by what she thought was love?

From John Wilkes Booth to Lee Harvey Oswald, there have been more than two dozen assassination attempts on the President of the United States. Four have been successful. But now, Beecher White--the hero of the #1 New York Times bestseller The Inner Circle--discovers a killer in Washington, D.C., who's meticulously re-creating the crimes of these four men. Historians have branded them as four lone wolves. But what if they were wrong? Beecher is about to discover the truth: that during the course of a hundred years, all four assassins were secretly working together. What was their purpose? For whom do they really work? And why are they planning to kill the current President? Beecher's about to find out. And most terrifyingly, he's about to come face-to-face with the fifth assassin.

A sweeping historical romance that is “gripping, tragic, yet filled with passion and hope” (Kate Quinn, New York Times bestselling author), offering a vivid and unique portrayal of life in war-torn 1941 Bucharest during World War II and its aftermath—perfect for fans of Lilac Girls and Sarah’s Key. On a freezing night in January 1941, a little Jewish girl is found on the steps of an apartment building in Bucharest. With Romania recently allied with the Nazis, the Jewish population is in grave danger so the girl is placed in an orphanage and eventually adopted by a wealthy childless couple who name her Natalia. As she assimilates into her new life, she all but forgets the parents who were forced to leave her behind. As a young woman in Soviet Romania, Natalia crosses paths with Victor—an important official in the Communist regime that she used to know as an impoverished young student. Now they are fatefully drawn into a passionate affair despite the obstacles swirling around them and Victor’s dark secrets. When Natalia is suddenly offered a one-time chance at freedom, Victor is determined to help her escape, even if it means losing her. Natalia must make an agonizing decision: remain in Bucharest with her beloved adoptive parents and the man she has come to love, or seize the chance to finally live life on her own terms, and to confront the painful enigma of her past. The Girl They Left Behind “is a vividly told, beautifully written, impossible-but-true story” (Helen Bryan, internationally bestselling author of War Brides) that you won’t soon forget.

The USS Birmingham cut through the waters of the vast Pacific Ocean, its sleek form slicing through the waves with precision. The crew on board was on a routine exercise, the day had been uneventful so far. But little did they know, they were about to encounter something beyond their wildest nightmares. Captain Marcus Reynolds stood on the deck, his weathered face a testament to years of service. He scanned the horizon with his steely gray eyes, a sense of duty and determination etched into every line on his face. The salty breeze ruffled his graying hair as he gripped the railing tightly, his knuckles whitening under the pressure. "Another day, another drill," he muttered to himself, his voice a low growl that was almost lost in the gentle hum of the ship's engines. His first mate, Lieutenant Sarah Thompson, approached him with a clipboard in hand. Her auburn hair was tied back in a tight bun, her green eyes sharp and alert. "Captain, all systems are functioning normally. We're on schedule for the submarine detection exercise." Reynolds nodded, his gaze still fixed on the horizon. "Good. Let's hope for some action today. These drills can get monotonous." Little did he know, his wish for action was about to be granted in the most horrific way possible. Suddenly, a ripple in the water caught his attention. It started as a small disturbance but soon grew into a massive wave that sent shivers down his spine. The water churned and frothed as if some monstrous leviathan was stirring beneath the surface. "Captain, what the hell is that?" Ensign Jack Foster shouted, his young face contorted with a mixture of awe and fear. He pointed towards a strange object emerging from the depths of the ocean. It was metallic, with a silvery sheen that glinted in the sunlight. As it rose higher, it revealed a sleek, rounded shape that seemed to defy all laws of physics. "All hands on deck!" Reynolds roared, his voice echoing across the ship. "Battle stations, now!" The crew scrambled into action, the once peaceful deck transforming into a hive of frantic activity. Weapons were manned, sensors whirred to life, and a palpable tension filled the air. "Sir, our sensors can't get a read on it," Lieutenant Thompson reported her voice tight with tension. "It's like it's cloaked or... or made of something our technology can't comprehend." As the object continued to rise, it revealed its full form a craft unlike anything they had ever seen. It was the size of a small submarine, but its design was otherworldly. There were no visible propellers, no conning tower, just a smooth, egg-shaped hull that glistened like liquid mercury. "Prepare to fire," Captain Reynolds ordered, his voice cold and determined. The USS Birmingham readied its weapons, aiming at the unidentified submerged object (USO) that now hung in the water before them. "Sir, look!" Ensign Foster cried out, pointing towards the windows of the USO. Through the glass, they could see shadowy figures moving inside, their forms twisted and alien. They moved with an eerie fluidity, their limbs bending in ways that no human anatomy could allow.