Atlanta was the perfect setting for the novel, Whiskey and Merlot A Love Story. It’s an upscale city full of entertainment, history and intrigue.
Whiskey And Merlot A Love Story
Isabelle Perkins meets Lincoln Davis for the first time.
Whiskey and Merlot, a real-life love story based in Atlanta in the 1990’s.
Presenting Whiskey And Merlot, A Love Story Based on a real-life happily-ever-after, this is not your typical romantic fantasy. Because Isabelle Perkins doesn’t believe in fairy tales. Newly divorced and recently transplanted to Atlanta at the age of thirty, Isabelle has never met a man she truly loves […]
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The short story below is based on actual events. Names and the location where the event occurred have been changed to protect the privacy of the innocent. It was Christmas Eve in Paris, Tennessee, Sunday morning in nineteen ninety-three. A wintery mix hovered over the town and mass […]