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Dear Friend,

My name is Jane Randall. I'm writing to tell you about something really wonderful that happened to me. And, whether you're a woman or a man... it can happen for you too.

Up until last Christmas, I had almost given up hope. Hope of ever having that life I'd dreamed about since I was a little girl. Hope of ever ending this loneliness that had filled my heart and taken over my life.

I know this sounds bizarre. I have three small children. They keep me running from morning till night. I have shopping to do, PTA, soccer... The list goes on and on. And I have a handsome man in my bed. One I love very much. But still... there I was. Lonely. Terribly lonely.

It seemed like all the magic and romance had gone from my marriage. That we were merely going through the motions. When my husband Don wasn't working... or off with his friends... he was watching TV or reading the paper. Sometimes I felt like just another one of the household appliances. Useful. But unnoticed. Until Don wanted sex. (To put it bluntly.)

Please don't get me wrong. Don is a good man. He works hard. Keeps food on the table. A roof over our heads. And the bills get paid. He's never hurt the kids or me. And he doesn't cheat on me... least near as I can tell.

But oh how I longed for the passion and tenderness of those early days when we were first married. For a real kiss instead of just a peck. To feel his strong arms around me, holding me tight. To hear sweet words whispered in my ear.

How I longed to have him really NOTICE me. Be with me. Give me all of his attention. How I longed for the days when he'd take me to Heaven and back when we made love.

I guess it was the holidays coming that really set my depression off. Everyone else around me seemed so happy. So vibrant. So alive. Me... I felt like a robot... just going through the paces. Happy couples holding hands at the mall a sad reminder of what was missing in my life.

I talked to a relationship counselor. I asked friends for advice. I even called a talk radio show. They all told me the same thing, Get out of your loveless marriage now's

But I'm not the kind of person to give up easy. My whole life was spent preparing to be a mother and a wife. My whole life was invested in this relationship. It just didn't make sense to walk away without fighting for the life I wanted and needed. To break up the family. Where would I go? What would I do? What guarantee would I have that it wouldn't happen all over again... and again... like some of the girls I knew.

Then... call it destiny or call it luck... I got a letter in my mailbox from Joseph Grant telling about his new book, Grant's Way of the Charm. The more I read, the more excited I became. It seemed like he was writing straight to me!

Did I have doubts? Sure I did. I'd been disappointed before, sending away for stuff that turned out to be no help at all. But I had this feeling deep inside. Joseph Grant's program was something different.

He wasn't mouthing the usual, useless Warm and fuzzy nonsense like most so-called Self-help books do.

This was real, solid, practical advice you could follow. The exact right words to say. The exact right things to do. And what not to do!

Best of all... Joseph. Grant was making an unusual promise. A promise that took all of the risk away from sending for his program.

He said I could try out Grant's Way of the Charm.. Put it to work in my own life. And take as long as I liked to decide whether or not it worked for me.

'Heck' I thought. If his methods only work one-tenth as well as he says they will, I'll still be way ahead of the game I had absolutely nothing to lose.

Besides, what if this information was as powerful as it seemed... and I didn't get my hands on it... what could I expect from the rest of my life? Not one thing different! I needed this!

So, I followed my instincts and sent for the book. The package came quickly. I got it on Christmas Eve. I was as excited as a little kid opening it. Being busy-as-busy-can-be, I didn't have a lot of time for reading. But I couldn't help but thumb through the book and read a little bit here and there.

On Christmas Day, I tried out one of the scenarios suggested in the first chapter. It was easy really... and fun.

I was astounded. It was as if I had woke up from a bad dream! Without my having to argue, beg, accuse, or say a word, my husband responded with tenderness, passion, and yes... a surprised look on his face. No... its not what you think! It was Christmas Day after all... with a house full of kids.

That was the day my whole life turned around. I continued to use Joseph. Grant's methods, and my marriage kept getting better and better. Soon I felt like the dream girl on some TV. show.

My girlfriends noticed the change right away. They begged me to let them in on my Little secret. But I wouldn't lend them my book. Its too important to me. (I've read it at least a dozen times now.) I made them order their own copies. Soon we had our own little Happy wives club!

Our husbands? Heck... they never knew what hit them. Or how. But they're enjoying it too. All the way.

Then one day my brother came over. I hadn't seen him cry like this since we were kids. He told me how his wife had left him. Just walked out without saying a word. Of course I showed him Joseph Grant's book. He sat down and read it cover-to-cover.

It took him a while. Its a little harder when your lover has already left. But within a month... his wife asked if she could come back home. And they've been together ever since. My brother tells me that this is the happiest they've been since they first wed years ago. It shows. You can tell by the big smile on his face.

That's why I offered to write this letter. This information is too important to be passed by or set aside. Every human being on the planet needs to have this miraculously powerful book!

So don't hesitate one more day. Or even one more hour. 

Sincerely,

Jane Louise Randall
Jane Louise Randall