WIVES OF THE SOUTH

#wivesofthesouth 
Hello.

Hope you're all doing good.

Wives of the South is the first fiction story I intend to share here.

I would have most episodes of this epic story running, beginning from my next post. It's one of the stories I've written that I cherished every step I took, along  the way. It's a story about women. Predominantly, the  main characters are female as the title suggests.  That doesn't say there are no interesting male voices.

I would love to read reviews and comments  as well, with every episode I share.

Much love.

Rita George.


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