This is definitely NOT one of Jackie Calhoun's best books. Calhoun creates one of the great mistakes in literature, you don't care about the characters at the end of the book. Carly, who discovered her lebianism late in life, comes home to find her younger lover in bed with another woman. She runs off to live in the family home at Tamarak Creek with her gay brother and meets the new neighbors, Serena, also a lesbian, and her abusive husband Jess. Carly and Serena start an affair, threatened and made violent by Jess. Reads like pretty powerful stuff. The problem is that you can't develop any connection to the characters and there's no passion except when Jess is nearly killing one or both of the women. It took me three days to plod through 204 pages. For a contrast, read Love's Melody Lost by Radcliffe. Ironically, it's only 187 pages, but, by the end of it, you really care about what is going to happen to the central characters. Jackie Calhoun, who can be an excellent writer, should read that book to get herself back on track.