180 pages

ISBN: 1-931082-69-4 Library Binding $26.00

ISBN: 1-931982-70-8 Trade Paper   $15.95

Excerpt From the Book:

   Penny Annie smelled like marigolds. She was the first woman I ever made love with as a monk and sometimes her lushly piquant, intoxicating aroma alone made me certain we belonged together.
   All the women I have loved have had an irresistible fragrance about them, but I was intrigued with Penny Annie before she was even close enough to smell, from the moment I first saw her. I was in St. Erose’s kitchen, stir-frying the wild carrots and keeping an eye on the pasta water for the lunch, when her convertible screeched up outside. I looked out the window just as she and Sarah, her large orange dog, leapt from the car. Penny Annie was very tall and striking and the dog was rather goofy-looking. In the dining room a short time later, I kept glancing across the crowded room at them as I did the lunchtime reading, the two of them solemnly eating their servings of pasta and wild carrots and glancing back at me.
   It was after the lunch when we first spoke, there in St. Erose’s dining room shortly before the Heart of the Matter service over in the Holy Barn. Penny Annie had got up from her table and I approached and introduced myself, becoming aware all at once of the smell of marigolds swirling sensually around her.