Prologue; The Book

How this started…

I was given a beautiful blank notebook bound in maroon silk with intricate embossing of a fleur-de-lys on steroids on the cover and gilt-edged pages. What on earth can I ever write in this I wondered? My Amazonian mentor/friend, Michelle took one look and knew.
‘Well, obviously it’s your pillow book.’
‘My what?’
‘Where you write down all your conquests.’
‘Don’t be ridiculous. I can’t do that.’