by Faye Kestrel
I gave up God for a reason, Rosalind. I didn't know yet it would be you.
Ros Achebe has until spring to turn St Brigid's into the best bar in Bristol. Her client is the man who used to say Mass in it. Daniel Quill still knows every hymn, still won't swear, and still listens like it's sacred. Every night she leaves him a list of what she's going to do to his nave. Every morning he's done the hardest part himself.
Also
explicit sex
Fiction for adults. Every character is 18 or older.