Publisher's Synopsis
Perhaps I've searched the wrong spaces... Ma coeur is wailing like a newborn not given her milk, not quite ready for the tender meat of mature, years deep love the love that marches through time like a soldier having healed battle scars, yet no post-traumatic stress disorder.... The love that turns you over in bed at night, when a touch on just the right spot of your skin lets you know it's time to wind around each other like a vine to unwind and to become intoxicated on rich, full bodied heavy dark red love.... Ma coeur, ma coeur.... When I speak inside the soft corners of your mind and eroticize you without electronic means...
