Love Intrudes Book 1

An award-winning book about a day that would transform two lives and initiate events that would disrupt seats of power and headlines around the globe. As the war in Vietnam is drawing to a close, Bill, a navy lieutenant with blue-collar roots, meets Mary, a doctor, and anti-war daughter from one of Beacon Hill's oldest families.

A tender story of love and redemption amid the violence of a nation torn by war. A Day Like Any Other combines military romance with literary fiction to create a captivating novel that makes you pause and think about its reflection in your own life.


Excerpt from A Day Like Any Other © Copyright 2024 Bob Every

As they sat side by side in the back of the small boat, they were just at the level of the ocean’s surface. First, the little boat would be drawn into the bosom of a wave, and their eyes would watch as the foam of a breaking wave slapped against the boat’s side in a friendly and altogether pleasant manner. The fine spray would blow back on their faces, cool and refreshing, and then the wave’s wash would careen back on itself in a happy symphony of nature. As the boat was borne gently up, they’d find themselves scanning the sea from a wave’s crest, able to momentarily greet the endless domain of sea and sky as the wind carried them on an unplanned and magical journey. As the breeze propelled the boat from one point to another, they could feel the power of the waves causing the boat to rise and fall in a playful dance over the ocean’s face.

After racing with the wind, Bill rounded a point of land and tacked shoreward. He let the sails go slack, then cradled Mary’s head against his chest. The boat shifted gently in the lee.

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Her mother’s words came back. “Don’t try to be the boss.” She had asked her mother what she meant, but all her mother would say was, “You’ll know what I mean when the time comes.” She’d shrugged it off, or mostly off, but then thought about it. She was used to what she wanted. Her beauty, her family’s money and connections, her playful nature that coaxed concessions. She thought about friends who were married, not happy. She recognized it in them because on some level, everyone feels dissatisfaction if they compare. Maybe it was nobody’s fault, maybe just human nature, but there was a pattern. It would start small. Wives would keep assuming leadership when there was a vacuum—all the time looking to their husbands, not blindly, but hoping their husbands would earn the right to lead the relationship. Women looking for someone to look up to and finding only themselves reflected in the mirror.

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