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Stories of women, secrets, and the things history tries to forget.
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On the desk now
Edinburgh, 1970.
Eleanor is not looking for the past when she finds her old diary, only a place to store it, to forget it, to let it gather dust like everything else she once survived.
But the moment she opens it, she is no longer in 1970.
She is back in 1950.
Some names are not meant to fade. Some women are not meant to become history.
Eight books so far. Every one of them is free.
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A note from the author
I write about women, secrets and the stories that get left out of history. Many of them are sapphic love stories. Some of them are ghost stories. A few are both.
I write them because I love to, and I’d rather they were read than sat in a folder. So pull up a chair, take whichever one catches your eye, and stay as long as you like.
C.E.W.
