My name is Gabrielle, but Madame de Villeneuve thinks I'm a girl called Suzanne. Nobody believes I'm really who I say I am. I guess I'm partly to blame. After all, I did sign a stranger's name to my committal forms when I entered this rehabilitation centre. I'm not actually addicted to anything-not sex, not drugs, not even rock and roll. So what's kept me here? It's a long story, and you probably wouldn't believe it even if I told you-especially the part about the monkey butlers. How does an innocent young woman end up bound to a hospital bed in the bowels of a Victorian manor house? I'll tell you if you really want to know... but I'm not sure you do. This is a story about seven kisses: some forceful, some sweet, and every one impossible to forget. Seven kisses that started with my stay at Loindici Manor. Seven kisses that would change my life forever.