As I began book three of the trilogy, I couldn’t put it down. The stories in this book made me cry, laugh, cry, smile and sometimes they even made me angry. Angry when I read about betrayal. Angry when I read about dishonesty. Angry because of what it reminds me of. The stories are so real with so much depth. Not just love and sex, though there is plenty of that. But because the characters are so real. And yes, even the events are real. The deep love, the special time in nature and in the kitchen, of friendships – and the joys and heartaches of parenting. And yes, even the sadness of betrayals.

I’ve read all three books – and I want more!