Delorys Welch-Tyson's Writings
Excerpt: She opened the door to her villa. Belle…ravissante…in her long pink satin robe…her thick, black cotton candyhair, billowing her warm brown, delicate face. he thought, reassured by being in her presence again. She held a cup of coffee in her hand. He stood in front of her. Absolutely adorable, she observed…in his tight jeans, tank top and that silly...
Historically Speaking… I am: a native New Yorker; a transplanted Manhattanite living for over a decade in the South of France; a writer and author of the novels GINGERSNAPS and LADYFINGERS; presently working on the third and fourth...