Look, naked arms branch overhead,
A chipmunk gathers walnuts, scurries down the tree
Curious to see what you've read
What is this book, open over your knee?
The wind whispers of change, of end and of start
You already know, time to turn a leaf
In this growing chill, warm your heart
With one story after another, telling of love.
"The authors... all have gifts to offer and in tandem they present a very fine collection of contemporary writing about Romance, suspense, fiction and a touch of history, Fine curl p by the fire reading"
-Grady Harp, Hall of Fame Reviewer