The Enchanted Garden Café by Abigail Drake

  The Enchanted Garden Café South Side Stories Book One Abigail Drake Genre: Women’s Fiction Publisher: Kindle Press Date of Publication: May 1, 2018 ASIN: B079ST8JW1 Number of pages: 272 Word Count: 89,000 Cover Artist: Najla Qamber Tagline: Something magical is happening in the garden. Book Description: For her sixth birthday, Fiona Campbell’s mother, Claire, made her a peace sign piñata filled with wishes for a better planet instead of candy. When she got her period, her mother held a womanhood ceremony at their café and invited the neighborhood. On her sixteenth birthday, they celebrated with a drum circle. Fiona grew up trying to keep the impulsive Claire in check, and their struggling café afloat. She plans to move out, but first must find a wayContinue reading… The Enchanted Garden Café by Abigail Drake

Saying Goodbye Part One and Two by Abigail Drake

I walked out of the classroom and straight into Dylan Hunter. He’d been standing right outside the door to my classroom. “What are you doing here?” I’d wanted to see him in the sunshine, and I’d gotten my wish. He was even better looking than I remembered, with his black hair, dark eyes, and sexy crooked smile. “This was the only Japanese III class being offered this semester. I took a chance.” I hesitated, not sure if this was nice or a little creepy. “Oh.” He lifted a bag he held in his hand. “I brought lunch.” His face, so full earnestness, dispelled any worry I had about his creepiness factor. We sat outside and ate the lunch he’d prepared for us; peanut butter sandwiches,Continue reading… Saying Goodbye Part One and Two by Abigail Drake

Traveller by Abigail Drake

“Who are you and what do you want from me?” I took a deep breath. It probably wouldn’t be a good start to tell him he occupied my every waking thought and most of my dreams, too. I decided to go with a more conventional approach. “You’re here every morning, and I thought I’d say hello.” I stuck out my hand. “Emerson Jane Shaw.” He surprised me by reaching for my extended hand and holding it firmly. His hand, large, warm and rough, had cuts and bruises all over the knuckles. He had faint bruises on his face, too, and some small wounds still in the process of healing. He’d been in some kind of fight recently. It didn’t surprise me. He had the lookContinue reading… Traveller by Abigail Drake