Tuesday’s Teaser with Linda Shenton Matchett

Thank you for being here today, Linda. Let’s talk about your new book, Love’s Rescue.

Describe your main characters.

(a) Parisienne Rolande Bisset has recently come to faith in Jesus Christ and is struggling to shed the guilt of her past. Trapped in a life of prostitution, she is seeking a way out, while trying to stay alive during the chaotic and dangerous last days of the occupation of Paris. She is alternately trusting and cynical having been exposed to both the best and worst of life. Despite the hurt she experienced from her family, she loves them and wants to reconcile.

(b) Part of a “high-society” American family, Simon Harlow is a Special Forces officer who used to see life in black and white. Four years fighting overseas for Uncle Sam has proven that life is often viewed in shades of gray. He wishes he were more like his best friend, Eddie, whose “shoot from the hip” approach to life has both intrigued and annoyed him.

What is the problem your characters face in the book?

Love’s Rescue is about how we all need rescuing by God no matter how “well-placed” we are. That all human beings fall short of God’s plan for us, and that without a personal relationship with Jesus we’re lost. Nothing we can do can save us. Both Rolande and Simon suffer from pre-conceived notions about other people which can lead to confusion, misinterpretation, and hurt. Rolande must embrace God’s grace fully and accept that she is a new creation in Him. Simon must shed his judgmental version of faith in order to accept that Rolande is a new creation.

What do you want readers to know about your characters?

It was challenging to write Rolande. She comes to Christ during the story while still working as a prostitute and must learn to trust in God to provide for her. I wanted to show how her understanding of sin changed as she grew as a Christian. It was also difficult to write Simon, because he could have easily come off as a critical jerk who thinks he’s perfect. Hopefully, that didn’t happen! 

Love’s Rescue

Read an excerpt

Paris, August 1944

Rolande Bisset ducked her head and pulled the brim of her starched cotton sunhat lower over her face, not so much to block the sun’s glare, but to avoid the merchants’ ogling and shoppers’ sneers. She hurried past the darkened shops, most no longer operating since the Germans arrived four years ago. Would she ever smell freshly-baked croissants or peruse a succulent collection of vegetables again?

A scorching breeze sent her hat’s veil dancing. Perspiration trickled between her shoulder blades and threatened to ruin her cobalt-blue silk suit. Her pumps had seen better days, but thanks to leather rationing, a new pair was not in the offing. The Occupiers needed the material for their boots.

Intent upon reaching her destination, Rolande failed to see a rotund woman approaching. They collided, and the woman’s elaborate chapeau slid from her upswept hair and poked Rolande in the face before landing on the pavement.

“I beg your pardon, madam.” Rolande bent to retrieve the confection of flowers, birds, and ribbons.

The woman narrowed her eyes. “Watch where you’re going, collaborateur.” She snatched the millinery masterpiece from Rolande’s grasp and drew her skirts close. Looking down her nose, she plunked the hat on her head and marched down the sidewalk.

No longer hungry, she continued down the avenue past Aux Cerises Café where the outdoor tables were filled with German soldiers. One of the men whistled and smirked, his Aryan features marred by a long scar that ran from his eye to his jaw. Her stomach clenched, and nausea threatened.

Pigs. Men were all pigs.

She continued along the avenue until she came to the tiny market her older brother owned. He never acknowledged her presence in the shop, but neither did he forbid her to enter. His wife typically looked at her with a mixture of pity and contempt.

The brass bell jangled above her head as she pushed open the door and stepped inside. Vacant shelves greeted her, and she sighed. Most patrons were smart enough to come first thing in the morning for the best selection, but she had been entertaining.

Little did he realize, Standartenführer Wilhelm Wagner was one of her most reliable sources for information. Tipsy when he arrived; before he left at the end of the evening, he was deep in his cups. With minimal prodding, he’d told her about the anticipated invasion by the Allied troops. Sure, the rumor had been circulating among civilians, but to hear it from a military man made the possibility plausible.

Liberation, at last.

“I set this aside for you.”

Rolande’s head whipped around.

Her sister-in-law, Louise, stood behind her, a brown-paper package in her hands. She looked toward the door then shoved the parcel into Rolande’s arms. “You are later than usual, and I was concerned there’d be no food remaining. There are a few potatoes and carrots in the bin, but nothing else.”

“You’re very kind.”

“It’s nothing. Now, hurry before Henri returns.”

“Je vous remercie. Why are you doing this?”

Louise waved her hand and frowned. “There is no time. He is due any moment. Give me your ration book.”

Rolande handed her the book. Her sister-in-law tore out the required stamps, then pushed the pamphlet back into Rolande’s hand.

“How much do I owe you?”

“Nothing. We are famille, no matter how Henri acts.”

For the second time that morning, Rolande’s eyes filled with tears. She was getting soft. That would have to change for her to survive the Occupation. Dipping her head, she tucked the package into her canvas bag then threaded her way through the shop to the front door where she came face-to-face with Henri.

Visage dark, he scowled. “Did anyone see you come here?”

“The whole world, Henri. It is a public street. Would you like me to wear a disguise in the future? Perhaps sunglasses and a wig.”

“Non. What I would like is for you to find somewhere else to purchase your food.”

Louise gasped. “Henri. She is your sister.”

His lips compressed into a thin line, and he crossed his arms. “She is dead to me.”

Rolande drew back as if he’d slapped her. He’d always been condescending, but to declare her dead…the words cut through her.

“Fine. I will not bother you again.” She pushed past him into the stifling heat. Where would she find food? Two other shops in town had already refused to serve her.

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About Linda

Linda Shenton Matchett is an author, speaker, and history geek. A native of Baltimore, Maryland, she was born a stone’s throw from Fort McHenry and has lived in historic places all her life. Linda is a member of ACFW, RWA, and Sisters in Crime. She is a volunteer docent and archivist at the Wright Museum of WWII and a trustee for her local public library. She lives in central New Hampshire.

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3 thoughts on “Tuesday’s Teaser with Linda Shenton Matchett”

  1. It sounds as if the characters in this novel experience a lot of personal growth during the story which is something I always look for in a plot. I’m a history geek, too; so this author’s interests are similar to mine. Thanks for sharing, Theresa and Linda.

  2. Thank you for being here today, Linda. I enjoyed getting to know your characters. This book will touch the hearts of many people because self-forgiveness can be such a hard thing. I can’t wait to read the rest of Rolande and Simon’s journey!

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