Best Lesbian Romance 2014
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Savor gorgeous writing and the pleasure of romance with Best Lesbian Romance 2014. The lesbian literati in this volume comprising the very best of the year raise the bar with tales that grab listener's attention, and their libidos, and have them coming back for more. Romance is many things: Thrilling, inspiring, passionate, and life-altering. But most of all, love―whether new or lifelong―is filled with endless possibility. These 18 stories of love, intimacy, and soaring romance from Andrea Dale, Anna Meadows, Lee Lynch, Radclyffe, and the rest of the best, guide listeners on an unforgettable journey of adventure, desire, excitement, and discovery.
pushing down the button inside the door did nothing. She handed me the keys and we went up the walkway together. “You have a house, but not a car,” I said. Agitation and desire bubbled in me. “A fair trade, don’t you think?” she said. She opened the front door, letting me enter before her, and I was about to turn, about to say I have to go, because I wanted to go, wanted to put space between me and this woman I barely knew, whose hand was on the small of my back sending spark waves through my
I grew up in.” “Oh,” Abigail began, embarrassed that her emotions had been so naked on her face. “No, I…” She paused. She had been about to explain where her thoughts had been, then thought better of it. This woman didn’t know her and certainly didn’t want to hear her life story. No one knew her here. That was why she was here, after all. She just wanted to be Abigail Marshall, woman on vacation, not Abigail the widow. Laura was just being polite. “I mean, no, I haven’t ridden recently. Not
both spots, but I still needed more. Easing back, I ground my pussy to hers. The pressure on my clit mixed with her fingers playing inside me was exactly what I needed. “I want to taste you, sit on my face,” Tess pleaded. “Not tonight.” I groaned against her neck. There was no way to do that without risking her hand. “You need to heal.” “You’re all I need.” She pushed her fingers in as far as they’d go and held them. I ground our wet pussies together and felt the pressure roll out from deep
and your social skills.” She walked to the door. “Coffee Bean, tomorrow morning at eight.” She left and I sank into the nearest chair. Tally came back into the room. “You all right, luv? You seem strange this morning.” She put a hand on my forehead. “I think you have a fever. Get some rest, but don’t forget you have a therapy appointment with Dr. Caldwell this afternoon.” “Dr. Caldwell? This Dr. Caldwell?” “Yes, this Dr. Caldwell. She’s a beauty, eh? I hear she’s a great therapist. Gotta run,
employment. It had been such a strange new world she found herself in. Lizzie had been a scant year younger than herself, equally lost. Her mother, Margaret Fitzpatrick, had succumbed to cancer a few months earlier. Notwithstanding their difference in station, they had become friends, supporting each other as they adjusted to their new situations. At the time, it had felt like being sisters. But as they became older, things had become more complex. Things always do. The way Annie now felt about