At the end of 2010, I started to write a series of allegoric love stories as a loving farewell to a lady called Faye' Dupre (seen here).
They were heartfelt and lovingly told, so much went into them, friends who knew what Faye' meant to me, cried as the stories were sent out. The love and anguish was out there to read. The stories were true love put into romantic settings, which led the readers in a world of alternate being.
If they are so good, why are you not doing them? I hear you ask.
The reason is because, when I was writing them, the stories were so personal and painful to write. I almost didn't finish the four book series, now I have had thoughts of a different ending. One I am sure my lovely Faye would have approved of.
At the time of writing, I was half way through the second story and broke down, it was days before I could continue.