If great discoveries were accompanied by the flooding of light around the person enjoying revelation, the illumination under John’s sheets must have been unusually glorious.
For here, third on the long list of places to be avoided, was a firm with no less than the name Sutton Mirabilis.
Mirabilis.
Miracle.
Well, not exactly miracle, but for those attuned to the subtleties of God’s call, it was exactly the kind of word, exactly the kind of sign, John had been seeking.
Mirabilis. A different kind of miracle. A different kind of calling. A righteous destiny few might understand, but which was as worthy as any other God might lay out for anyone looking for guidance.
All the signs were there, a cascade of them raining down on John from the preceding evening onward.
Sutton Mirabilis. Based in Savannah, Georgia.
Now John had a name, and an address
But that was all; no idea how one reached out to such a place, how one talked to those in charge, crossed its threshold.
Everything written by Badger Therese is smart and intricately plotted. This one started with about ten pages of religion that was frankly kind of slow. But once it got going. It was another example of what erotic fiction should be but rarely is. We hope she writes ten sequels !