When
All Else Fails (Sappho’s Kiss 1)
Out
and proud Andrea Slade carries around doubts soul deep, her family and job have
taught her hard lessons about love. When she meets Eva Lange and starts working
with the beautiful, curvy woman, she wants things to be different. Although,
she settles for being her friend and boss.
As
time passes, Andrea finds it’s not an ideal situation, but she tricks herself
into thinking that it’s for the best. That is until the sexy, femme fatale
shows up in her office one day in a figure-hugging outfit with plans for
seduction.
Full-figured
Eva is in touch with her body, embraces the curves, but part of her looks at
successful and gorgeous Andrea and decides friends is better than a failed love
affair with the somewhat jaded and commitment-phobic divorce attorney. That is,
until she decides to take what she wants.
Despite
scars and insecurities, when all else fails, there’s love.
Genre: LGBT,
Lesbian, Contemporary Romance, Rubenesque, Erotic
Excerpt:
“Quit
worrying about what the rest of them say. You hop back on the horse when you’re
ready. I, for one, know there are quite a few ladies out there seeing you as
quite a catch.” The thought of someone else touching her woman’s curves, taking
her home, and loving her into breathlessness made a fist clamp around her
heart. It was impossible. She had nothing to offer the sweet, loving woman who
had forever shining in her green gaze.
All
of a sudden, Eva wrapped her arms around her and squeezed tight. “You are here
to protect me. My virtue is in great peril.”
Andrea
laughed. “Dramatic much, Ms. Lange?”
“It’s
true. Look at them out there, their gazes moving over me, God, I feel dirty at
the lust shining on their hungry faces. What am I to do? How will I protect
myself?” She peered into deep-emerald eyes and long, darkened lashes batted.
“You must save me from their rapaciousness. I must not succumb to the
debauchery they would force upon me.”
Andrea
snorted. “Are you secretly writing cheesy Victorian romance novels in your
spare time?”
Eva
gave an offended gasp, which made Andrea almost spew beer from her nose. “They
aren’t cheesy, they’re romantic.” The too-serious expression on her face and
the tone of her voice caused Andrea’s jaw to drop. They stared into each
other’s eyes for a moment before erupting into laughter.
“Do
you want to get out of here?” Andrea asked.
“What
about Artie?”
Arching
a brow, she reached over to pinch the woman’s cute, rounded chin, angling the
other woman’s gaze to the spectacle on the other side of the crowded room. “I
think she’s covered.”
She
shot Eva a smirk when the woman shook her head on seeing Smarties standing
between two studs.
“She’s
incredible.” Eva nodded at the statement. Artie was one of the least
discriminating women she’d ever met. She recognized a lot of herself in the
younger woman.
“Yes,
she is. How about some dinner?” Andrea asked. Changing the subject seemed the
best course of action. She guessed with age came wisdom, but it might be a
lesson learned too late.
“Dinner
sounds great. The idea of going out seems more appealing than reality. Besides,
I’ll give my love-deprived sister my share of the lovely ladies.”
“That’s
incredibly generous of you.” Sliding from the semicircle bench seat, she
straightened and held her hand out. Once again, the soft look from under the
thick fringe of lashes and her smile caused a tug in the pit of her stomach She
laced their fingers together and led Eva toward the front exit.
Author
Bio:
By evening, J.M. Dabney can be found in a hot
kitchen in the middle of Nowhere, Ohio , by
night and any free time she may have, she is a writer of mainly LGBTQ Fiction
and Erotica. Although. she's equal opportunity when it comes to telling a
story, she'll even write a bit of straight erotic romance when the mood
strikes.
She has been writing for years in old
notebooks. At the age of eight, she wrote the worst poem in the history of
poetry, but it sparked her love for writing. She reads too much and loves to
get lost in other worlds and her favorite stories have to include laughter and
having the reader doing at least one double take. Thirty-something,
forever restless she uses her stories to ground herself, and find her place of
peace.
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