The mystery reappeared, without warning, on a Florida beach in 1950. No one knew exactly when, but those it touched knew it was back. It was nothing deadly or even outwardly threatening. Quite the opposite. It materialized in the form of living dreams, tinged with antiquity, filtered through the ages, bringing to Nick and Lily Jo a veiled and startling recognition of events that happened millenniums ago.
First came disbelief, followed by images of a love so powerful, so enduring, it defied all understanding. A mystery shrouded in the aromas of Ancient Greece, the winds of centuries carried it into the cold light of the 21st century. It winds through the ancient Shenandoah Valley, across the green waters of its rivers, and into the stark reality of the cities of the east coast, where, if it can't be stopped, it will fall apart and vanish forever.
A Scent of Lemons is a love story between a man and a woman, destined to be embraced and explored. A tale of forbidden love, it will not be denied, surviving separation and loss that can only be assuaged by a revelation that defies all reason. As the old lady, Anna St. John, said, "Goodbyes are never what they seem."
Misted in the scent from an ancient orchard, visions and dreams mirror the past and paint the future, become indelibly compelling, haunting the dreamer's sanity as they carry the reader to the book's stunning conclusion, where Lily Jo, unwavering in her belief, says, "If it takes two thousand years, I will remember..."
