Chapter 1 I was very much bored with this date, yet another one that a friend had talked me into, though admittedly I had never met the young lady in question. She seemed nice enough, granted, but I could tell that she was eager for a more serious commitment than was sensible by my thinking, plus women like that were likely prudes. I didn't have time to was...
I don't know how you did it, but you glorious readers managed for a moment to make A Shoulder to Cry On number one. Since I published that, two installments of this series have an award. I want to start by thanking Rodolphe for the editing. Not many people are willing to take up the task of editing a story this long. For newcomers, this is the 5th instal...
© Fionna Guillaume 2016 *** Prologue: The Cards Rosemary sat in the back room of Triple Goddess Herb Shop, drinking a huge mug of chamomile tea and feeling sorry for herself. She'd just been dumped. Again. This time the sad, nascent relationship had made it all of three months before disintegrating beneath the barest discussion of a long-term future. Jaso...