The Kiss

First there is a kiss – a spirit awkens after a long, long sleep a rose opens in celebration, plucked thereon for its beauty and eternal scent. The air stirs and whirls around the earth a heart opens joy springs forth eyes sparkle, vision crystal clear and beholds a new dawn. A spirit is set

Nicholas Sparks, Nights in Rodanthe – A Book Review

Hello and welcome from London. And in keeping with the onset of autumn, you know, where the nights are longer and you may soon need an extra log on the fire (certainly here in England), I have got something for you romance fiction lovers.