A Heart Remembers

About the Book

They made out like two highly hormonal teenagers in the backseat headed for her townhouse.

Clarice pulled her fur jacket tightly around herself as she got ready to exit the limo. The fog hung low in the night, and it had turned chilly. Her hair by now was loose around her shoulders, and she doubted she had any lipstick left on her mouth.

Marty exited the limo and extended his hand to help her to the sidewalk.

As she came close, her lips brushed his ear and she whispered, “Tell the driver he can go now. You won’t need a ride home.”

About the Author

Sharon St. James had a nomadic childhood for which she credits her desire to write about journeys of courage. “I closely observed different cultures I was exposed to, and it gave me a deep appreciation for the exciting diversified world we live in.” Sharon lives in a small community in Northern California, where she’s working on her next novel.