Flowers for the dead
I haven’t written many romance stories, the kind of stories that make you cry or wonder or ponder. But this one will make you do all of those things. And on top of it, it may even frighten you a little. So get ready to be startled, but don’t have a heart attack.
Here’s the blurb:
“The only true language is a kiss.” – Musset
Haunted by a drawing and her dreams, Susan tries to discover the truth about a love affair that ended in murder eighty years before she was born.
If love can cross time and broach death, will hate be far behind?
WARNING: “Fleur Des Morts” is intended for a mature audience.