This is a story of the OTHER side...
Can we make contact? If we did make contact, would we recognize it?
The subtleties are... you decide.
"The wind touched me again as I looked down at the flat sand in front of me. It had been twenty years, but I could still smell her perfume."
The first time I saw her, I was in awe. How in Gods name did my friend land this Venus de Milo? She was not the kind of girl to have staples in her belly, like some picture in a magazine; she was the epitome of grace and beauty. She would look at home in the loftiest rooms and halls the world had to offer. I was truly shocked. Shortly there after, they were married.
Book eight in my Belinda Lawrence Classic Mysteries. Mysteries confront amateur sleuths, Belinda Lawrence and Hazel Whitby in the Somerset village of Milford.
Among the eccentrics is the shadowy Madam Malefic.
In this Silver Sisters Mystery it's trouble at sea when Goldie and Godiva's eighty year old mother and uncle are invied on a relaxing cruise. Magic turns to mayhem for these former vaudeville magicians when a star magician is murdered on board.
