He was tall, dark as bittersweet chocolate, and impossibly gorgeous, with a woman-melting smile. She was pretty and independent, petite and not too skinny, just his type. Franklin Swift was a sometimes-employed construction worker, and a not-quite-divorced daddy of two. Zora Banks was a teacher, singer, songwriter. They met in a Brooklyn brownstone, and there could be no walking away.

Disappearing Acts is about the mystery of desire and the burdens of the past. It’s about respect-what it can and can’t survive. And it’s about the safe and secret places that only love can find.