Amy at 37 — Esther Luttrell

Poor bitter Barbara. I pitied her for never having had a Fred in her life. She couldn't know what it was like to lie beside someone, scarcely breathing, touching their nose with your lips, covering the banquet you, clothed in the reflections of a thousand stars… Yes, indeed… Fred was every sweet, romantic thing a rotten man could be. “Mystery writer Esther Luttrell is a master storyteller. Amy at 37 is a fabulously told tale of a relationship that many women dream of having. It doesn't quite end the way our heroine wishes, but it is certainly, and incredibly, entertaining.” �" 5 star Amazon review by V. Jules