Her name was Jane Deriksson, and I was in love with her. She was my girlfriend's mother, and I had just turned nineteen. That's the end of my story. It was summer 1967 in New Jersey, at a place called Long Beach Island. I had just graduated from high school and accompanied my father back East to visit his two sisters, Clair and Isobel. That's the beginning. But there's a lot in the middle. "JANE will especially attract readers interested in stories that sizzle with " -MIDWEST BOOK REVIEW

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