The Yellow Brick Road Gang, otherwise known as Metaphysical Misadventures in the Search for Enlightenment, is a circle of women who came together as a book club. Together they began a spiritual search - one that, after eight years, has led each woman to realize that she's come full circle. After all the mumbo jumbo of philosophy and self help... they have become women without rules. In the final installment of O'Day-Flannery's uplifting and spiritual paranormal romance trilogy, it is finally Claire's turn to find love. Her closest friends have found new promise in life through love, and while Claire is happy for them, she cannot help but feel left out. A fling under a shower of meteors may not be love, but could be exactly what she needs to shake off the doldrums. But when secrets from Claire's past return to destroy her, her sexy, nerdy fling shows he's not quite what he seems. Is Claire the next of the Yellow Brick Road Gang to find love in an unexpected place? "She proves that love is timeless."--Nora Roberts "She is a remarkable talent."-- Rendezvous "The always transfixing O'Day-Flannery builds a new world view with a decidedly spiritual and metaphysical bent. A book that is both emotional and hopeful!"-- Romantic Times BOOKReviews on Best Laid Plans "The novel's unapologetic pro woman stance is not just uplifting but downright smart, and the plot is intriguing to the very end."-- Publishers Weekly on Best Laid Plans " Twice in a Lifetime is an inspirational novel of love and acceptance that should not be missed."-- Romance Junkies " Shifting Love is unique, thrilling and chock-full of emotion, proving O'Day-Flannery is still at the top of her game!"-- Romantic Times BOOKReviews , 4 1/2 stars, on Shifting Love " Shifting Love read like Deb Smith's Alice at Heart crossed with Touched by a (Sexy) Angel . The dual heroes in the book--Julian and Marcus--will leave you guessing until the very end."-- Science Fiction Romance " Shifting Love is a tale that is magnificent with vivid storytelling and charm. It is a powerful creation of fantasy, paranormal and romance that offers so much for so many readers. It is something that all readers should have on their keeper shelves."-- The Road to Romance on Shifting Love Constance O'Day-Flannery is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author who revolutionized the genre of paranormal romance with her stunning time travel novels in the 1990s. She lives and writes in Pennsylvania. Chapter 1 Sometimes it seems that I spend most of my time trying to explain things to people who do not want to understand. This may be more of that. My evenings are free once I have locked up the Youth Center. Maybe I should have written semi-free. I read whenever I can, the lives of good and decent men and women who sought God and found Him. I am not like that—either I have never lost Him or I have never sought Him. When you read this, you can say which. I have already confessed many times, but I think someone ought to tell my story. I am no autobiographer, just the only one who knows it. I was ten, I think, when my father and I moved to Cuba. The communists had lost power, and my father was going to run a casino in Havana. Some monks had reopened an old monastery outside the city, and they were trying to start a boarding school. After a few years, my father signed me up. I think he must have given the monastery fifty thousand or so, because nothing was said about payment in all the years I was there—nothing I remember. A year seems like a lifetime at that age, so three or maybe four lifetimes passed before I went from being a student to being a novice in the order. You would think I would remember something like that better than I do. All that I recall is that the Novice Master called us together one day and explained that the abbot had given up the idea of a school. The parents who did not want their sons to enter the order would come and take them home. Most of my friends left after that. My father did not come, so I became a novice. I see I have gotten ahead of myself, which happens a lot whenever I try to talk in public. I should tell you first that up to then I had gone home for holidays. Not all of them but some, like Christmas, and for eight weeks in the summer, every summer until then. After that, my father never came for me again. I talked to my confessor about it, and he explained that being a novice was different. My father could not come anymore. He could have written letters, but he never did. It was still like going to school. I helped Brother Ignacio herd our pigs and weed the garden, and there were novenas and mass and vespers and whatnot. But we had always done those. We still had classes and grades and all that. Now I know the subjects we studied were just the ones various monks could teach, but they knew a lot and it was a pretty good education. Most of them were from Mexico and most of the kids from Cuba, so we sp