‘Where are we you and I, in our journey across lifetimes? What era encompasses us? Are we among the falling bombs of The Blitz? The Swinging Sixties and Beatles hits? Platform shoes or five-bar blues?’
Wow, just wow. Beautiful. Elizabeth Woodham definitely has the magic touch. She makes a piece of erotica an absolute pleasure to read. Poetic and dreamy. Eleanor is all a quiver, and so am I. This is a personal look into Eleanor thoughts, and its mind blowing with lust, and wanton need, she hides nothing.. Exceptional read.