Good WWII historical romance set in the Pacific between an American nurse working on a hospital ship and an aristocratic Englishman doing some stealth work on behalf of His Majesty King George. There were plenty of realistic details about the era to make it very lifelike, and for the most part, the pace was very nicely set, making for a riveting read. Unfortunately, things got a bit ridiculous and tedious in the last quarter when the protagonists are stuck hiding in an isolated island overtaken by the Japanese army and strangely, an inordinate amount of attention is given to heroine's recently widowed mother, who is being wooed by an Australian cattle king straight out of a Margaret Way story.
Ultimately, the plot was driven by too many improbable coincidences and implausibilities for me to be fully invested in it including a bizarre episode where hero, dressed in full Scottish regalia and exotic bird feathers has to fight the chief of a native tribe who is coveting the heroine's Blonde beauty as his next shrunken head trophy.
If that was an attempt at comic relief, it fell way off. Though I did chuckle a lot at the fact that flotation devices on the army ships were called Mae Wests :)