Overview

Was it simply that Alex was all that Jo wasn’t that drew Jo to her?

Jo Creighton's life was in tatters. All she had to show for the last ten years was a failed marriage.

She'd grown up in a happy family, believing in fairy tales and true love. Not forgetting the knights on white chargers. And, naive little fool that she'd been, that's how she'd seen Ben. Until they married. Now their marriage was over. Just another of her failures.

Gathering the last remnants of her resolve Jo decided to make a clean break, get away, find the person she'd been before Ben took over her life, moulding her into the type of wife he'd decided he wanted.

She took leave from work and learned that friends of her parents had a small flat up in the mountains that had just become vacant. It seemed as though it was meant to be. The clean, fresh mountain air would clear the fuzzy cobwebs from her mind. She'd rest, regain her emotional strength, spend some time on her own reacquainting herself with the Jo she'd been ten years ago, find a new path for her new life. Maybe then her recurring dreams would cease, or at least she'd see them through to the end, discover whatever it was she sought but never quite found.

A chance meeting with one of the most self-assured women Jo had ever met gave her new courage. Alex Farmer was all that Jo wasn't and as her friendship with Alex grew, Jo found a new strength in herself. And so much more. But was she strong enough to choose such a radical new direction.

Older blurb:

Her naked skin made a soft, sensuous sound as she shifted on the satiny sheets. Moaning softly, she was drawn into a wonderful warmth. A strong arm came around her, firm fingers splayed over her back, and she begged for the softness to cover her, to meld with her, to make her whole... Jo couldn't remember when the dreams began, but they always ended the same way - with her desperately reaching out for something just beyond her grasp. The dreams could easily be a metaphor for her own unfulfilled existence. Having given up all hope of love and happiness long ago, Jo now seeks only escape from the scattered remnants of a failed marriage and the dreadful apathy that seems to engulf her more and more each day.

On an extended vacation, she hopes that a change of scenery will help her get on with her life. But never in her wildest dreams did she imagine that a chance meeting with an attractive stranger would lead to her first taste of real passion - on the lips of a woman with the strength and the desire to make all her dreams come true.

About Lyn Denison

Lyn Denison is a writer of Lesbian Romantic Fiction.

So, what else about me? I was born in Queensland, Australia's Sunshine State, and I was a librarian for many years before retiring to write full time. My partner of over thirty years was also a librarian and then collections manager for an art gallery and museum. Apart from reading and talking about books I enjoy travelling, cross-stitch, crafts, and I am totally addicted to Lego.

I moved around a lot as a child and chances are I missed quite a bit of the educational necessities so we won't talk about verbs and tenses and such. It makes my eyes cross and my face pale. (That's my story, etc... So be gentle with me.) The up side of moving around was the wonderful pool of different life's experiences. Some bad (character developing), but mostly good.

I also read lots of everything from classics to so-called pot-boilers. For me reading is surely a delightful pleasure and I sincerely hope readers get some delightful pleasure from reading my books.