Monday, August 30, 2010

LBT in Ontario? Want better healthcare?

A friend e-mailed this to me today (see below) and I thought I'd get the word out. If you live in Ontario and you're a lesbian or bisexual woman or trans person of any sexual identity, you can apply to take part in an advisory committee to secure better mental health care for us all. (Wouldn't that be awesome?)

Request for applications for membership on an Advisory Committee for a new Research Project:

Pathways to effective mental health services for LGBT people in Ontario

A research collaboration between Dr. Lori Ross (Centre for Addiction and Mental Health), Dr. Leah Steele (CAMH), Dr. Andrea Daley (York University) and Loralee Gillis (Rainbow Health Ontario), and funded by the Canadian Institutes for Health Research (CIHR)


Sexual and gender minority people, including lesbian, gay, bisexual and trans (LGBT) people, are at high risk for depression and other mental health problems as a result of our experiences of discrimination and marginalization. Preliminary research has shown that despite high rates of mental health service use, LGBT people also report high rates of unmet need for mental health care. However, given the limited available data, we dont know whether there are too few services to meet the existing needs or whether service providers dont have skills to serve LGBT people or if both are true. What is clear is that improvements are needed to the mental health system in Ontario in order to ensure the needs of LGBT people are met.

The long-term goals of our research program are to identify and describe the specific barriers encountered by LGBT people in their attempts to access effective mental health services in Ontario, and to use the knowledge gained to inform mental health service delivery to reduce the high rates of depression and other mental health problems for our communities.

In this stage of our research, we will be focused on understanding the experiences of lesbian and bisexual women, and/or trans people from across Ontario. In order to do this, we are building an advisory committee that will be jointly composed of service providers to the LGBT communities (Farzana Doctor, Hershel Russell, Albina Veltman, and other service providers still to be determined), and lesbians, bisexual women, and/or trans people (of any sexual orientation) who have lived experience of the mental health system.

Participation in the Advisory Committee will involve attending 2-3 meetings per year, to be scheduled for dates/times that best suit the majority of members (there is a budget to support travel costs for Advisory Committee members who live outside of Toronto). Between meetings, we will keep in touch by telephone and/or email. Community members on the advisory committee will be given an honorarium for their participation.

At the Advisory Committee meetings, we will:

Share information about the progress of our research, and ask you to in turn share this information with others you are connected with who may be interested in the project.
Ask for your suggestions about various aspects of our research process, including recruitment methods, study design, and instruments.
Share emerging results of the study, and ask for your feedback about our interpretation of the data.
Ask for your suggestions about the best ways to share our results with the broader community of mental health service providers.
Discuss other research questions that we might want to ask of the data we have already collected, or that could be integrated into the ongoing studies.
Plan partnerships for advocacy around additional services or policy changes that our research reveals are needed.

This call for applications is to find five people from diverse communities across the province to join the advisory committee for this project. We are looking specifically for lesbians, bisexual and queer women, and/or trans-identified people (of any sexual orientation) who have lived experience with the mental health system. Due to confidentiality and therapeutic issues only people who are not current or former clients of the service providers on the committee (Farzana Doctor, Hershel Russell, Albina Veltman) will be eligible to apply.

We welcome applications from people with diverse backgrounds and experience, and especially encourage applications from:

· people of colour & people from racialized communities;

· immigrants and refugees;

· Aboriginal and Two Spirit people;

· people whose first language is not English;

· people living with (dis)abilities;

· people living outside of the GTA particularly people from rural and northern areas of the province.

Application Process

Please prepare a short (1 page or less) letter to answer the following questions:

What would you hope to get out of participating in this project?
What skills and/or experiences (personal or professional) do you feel that you would bring to the project?
Is there anything else you would like to tell us about what attracts you to this project?

We encourage you to include in your application information about your diverse backgrounds and experience.

Please email or mail us your letter, together with a brief résumé if you have one, by 5pm, September 10th to or by mail to:

Scott Anderson

Social Equity and Health Research Section

Centre for Addiction & Mental Health

455 Spadina Ave. Suite 300

Toronto, ON M5S 2G8

We thank all individuals for their interest, but only short-listed candidates will be contacted for a telephone interview. Please be sure to include a telephone number that we can use to contact you.

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Wednesday, August 25, 2010

Lesbian Fiction Celebration! "Worth the Wait" by Beth Wylde

Worth The Wait - Beth Wylde


Barbara has her sights set on the sexy new bartender at Rainbow Junction. After a bad break up and a heated make out session that confirms Jackie’s orientation, Barbara is even more determined. Will all her hard work make it worth the wait?


Barbara is the hot butch with her sights sets on the new femme bartender at Rainbow Junction. Up until recently Jackie has been off limits, but a bad break up has her back on the market and looking for love. The signals these two keep sending one another are enough to warrant an earthquake warning. When they finally get together will it be worth the wait?

Formats Available: pdf, prc, lit, zipped html, lrf, epub, rb
Series: N/A
Ebook ISBN: 978-1-60054-487-3
lyd Category: FemErotica
Length: 27 pdf Pages 3664 words
Rating: 3
Cover Price: $2


We arrived at the club shortly after ten. The place was packed. Inside, the dance floor was a sea of bodies, all in different levels of undress and gyrating against one another in a blatant mimicry of sex. The place just reeked of desire. I was hoping to be one of the ones that got lucky.
I spotted Jackie from across the room. She was doing one of her cocktail routines, tossing and juggling three fifths of liquor as she fixed some exotic mixer for the woman patiently leaning against the bar in thrall. She had on a strappy black halter-top, held together with nothing more than two black bows. One tied around her neck and the other across her back.
The tops of her breasts strained against the glittery material every time she tossed and caught one of the bottles. I couldn’t see what type of pants she was wearing but that was okay. Just the top part of the show had me panting and wet. It was going to be a long, long wait until closing.
Jeanine gave me a shove. "Go get her tiger."
She leaned in to whisper in my ear. "We'll talk to you tomorrow. I want all the juicy details."
The girls walked off, leaving me alone, with the object of my lust just out of reach. I decided to remedy that problem immediately.
I gathered up my courage and palmed a twenty out of my wallet as I made my way to the bar.
Jackie had just finished her show of dexterity when I spied an empty bar stool and sat down. Before I could wave to her, she spotted me out of the corner of her eye and moved right towards me, much to the dismay of the guy at the other end trying to flag her down.
She leaned over the bar, giving me a great glimpse of her breasts and getting almost within kissing distance as she greeted me. “Hey Barbara." She licked her lips and the sight made my nipples hard. "I wondered where you’d been. You weren’t here Wednesday for happy hour.” She leaned in even closer until our faces were scant centimeters apart. "I was hoping to spend some time with you that evening. I got off early."
She put an extra emphasis on the got off part that sent heat raging through my loins.
It took all my willpower not to lean forward and close the gap. “I had to work. I gave you my cell number. You should have called me.”
Her lips met mine for just a second before she pulled away and smiled. It was the look one woman gives another when she knows she's going to get laid, and it's going to be good. “What’ll you have?”
It took me a minute to process her question since most of my blood had gone south to my clit.
I started to say 'you' and then bit back the comment as too clichéd. I wanted more than sex from Jackie, but for the moment, I think we were both too horny to rationalize any other needs.
"I'll have a beer."
"Taking it easy tonight?"
I nodded as she grabbed me a Bud Light and popped off the top. I definitely wasn't aiming to get drunk. I wanted to be able to remember every second of our first time together. There was no doubt in my mind what we'd be doing once Rainbow Junction closed for the night. The only question was where.

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Erotica author Beth Wylde writes what she likes to read, which includes a little bit of everything. Her muse is an equal opportunity plot bunny that believes everyone, no matter their kink, color, gender or orientation is entitled to experience love, acceptance, and steaming HOT sex. Her books range in theme from paranormal to contemporary and in pairings from lesbian erotica to bi as well as ménage, straight m/f and beyond.

She had a book nominated in 2010 for a Lambda award that was a finalist for erotica in the EPIC awards. She’s also on the short list for lesbian erotica this year for GCLS.

To find out more about Beth as well as a list of signings, contests, new releases and appearances visit her website at and join her busy yahoo group at
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Tuesday, August 24, 2010

Lesbian Fiction Celebration! "The Photographer" by Dee Dawning

Continuing with our celebration of lesbian fiction, I've got some excerpts from Dee Dawning's upcoming release, The Photographer:

I smiled and headed back the way we’d come, past the Nikon and Hassleblad exhibits to the Britek lighting display.

She’s still there. Her, not easily forgotten, large, cornflower blue eyes gazed in my direction. When our eyes met she flashed a dazzling smile. She spoke to me, but background music from a song currently in vogue from Beyoncé drowned out her soft voice.

My eyes must have displayed confusion because, she edged closer. Drawing nearer, the heady blend of her fragrance surrounded and engulfed me. Her strong gardenia based perfume teased my mind as did her beauty. Intermingled with her subtle aroma and minty fresh breath, it reinforced the arresting effect she had on me.

Suddenly, I wished, little Miss Perfect and I were in Hollywood, instead of Las Vegas, three hundred miles away.

She handed me a folded brochure. My stomach lurched when her long fingers brushed across mine. “I asked, if you have any questions about Britek lighting or the Chromakey screens?” Her voice now louder.

Lydia with a ‘Y’—that’s what her nametag read. What a perfect name for Miss Perfect. I was so wrapped up in Lydia, I hadn’t noticed they sold screens as well as lighting. “Good products, both of them. I use them in my studio.”

Was it my imagination or did her eyes widen at the mention of studio.

“Oh, so you have a studio. What’s your specialty?”

Lydia, a wisp of a girl, possessed a lean dancer’s body. With her long, wavy, blonde hair, she had an elegant but innocent look. Suddenly I realized her nearness made me nervous and my breathing became labored. My gaze drifted down to her feet and languidly worked its way up. Her shoes were bone-colored, Wal Mart or maybe Ross pumps. Her ankles and calves were beautifully sculpted. Her cerulean blue, cotton dress and cosmetic jewelry were also low budget. This stunning girl did not have the money to dress the way she should. I suddenly pictured how much fun it would be fixing this Barbie Doll like creature up. I purposely spoke softly as a new recording started. “Yes, I’m a fashion and art photographer. Here’s my card.”

She took my card and once again my reaction to her touch was extreme when her stiletto tipped fingers grazed mine. Lydia eased closer. “I didn’t catch all of what you said.”

I leaned to make sure she heard me. “I’m sorry. Is it possible we could go somewhere quieter and talk?”

Her large eyes sparkled. She looked undecided, but ran her tongue over her upper lip. Demurely her gaze lowered to her watch. “Oh, yes. I guess so. I was supposed to get a break fifteen minutes ago. Let me just tell the boss and then we can go to the cafeteria.”

Mark was at the cafeteria, so I didn’t particularly want to go there, but I nodded my assent. She spoke to a portly man for a second and returned another bright white smile on her lips. She stepped down from the podium.

I edged up to her “There’s a snack bar a lot closer in the other direction. Why don’t we go there?”

“Okay. Boy, that’s a lot better. Now I can hear you.”

Seconds later, we stepped into the short line at the portable snack bar.

“Tell me, is your studio here in Las Vegas?” she asked.

I shook my head. “No, it’s in North Hollywood.”
Her shoulders slumped. “As in California?”

“That’s right.”

The attendant waited for us to order. I looked at her. “What’ll you have? It’s my treat.”

Her lovely face brightened. “Oh, thank you. I’m a little short on money.”

The attendant pressed her. “What’ll you have, Miss?”

“I’ll have a Chicago dog with everything, fries and an iced tea.”

He nodded and looked to me. “I’ll have an iced tea and…a…churro.”

He rang it up. “That’ll be six-eighty-nine.”

I dug into my pocketbook and pulled out a ten. “Keep it.”

“Thanks lady,” he said in a much friendlier tone.

Picking up her tray, Lydia mimicked the attendant. “Thanks lady.” She laughed. “I just realized, I don’t know your name.”

We sat at the only empty table. “Joey, short for Josephine.”


She must not have realized I was there because she jumped. Rapidly turning around she laid her open fingered hand across her chest. “Christ, you scared the shit out of me.” She scanned down my naked body and that smile of appreciation, I loved, appeared on her face. “You can wear one of my robes or peignoirs if you’d like.”

I giggled. “I like being naked around you. I like the hunger in your eyes as they devour my nakedness. Which leads me to why I came in here in the first place.”



Her brow furrowed. “Yes what?”

“Yes, I will pose for your camera like this.” I ran my opened fingers hands over my breasts and down my ribs to my hips so she’d know what I meant.

She crushed against me. We hugged. “That’s wonderful. You have made my day in so many ways.”

“And you have made mine.” I leaned in and kissed her. Her hand reflexively reached between my legs. “Mmm. That feels good.” I jerked backwards. But you’re busy cooking and I’m going into your office and check my emails. I may wear one of your peignoirs if I get cold, but don’t be surprised if I spend all my time here naked.”

She laughed. “God have mercy on this poor sinner.”

* * * *

When I entered the bedroom with a quart of fresh strawberries and a can of whipped cream on a tray, Lydia looked bemused. “What’s that for?”

This is dessert, sweetheart. We are going to partake in gastronomic decadence. Holding a strawberry in my fingers, I put it to her succulent lips. She took a bite. “Mmmm.” I rubbed the rest of the strawberry on one of her nipples. It sprang to life like a bud opening in the sunlight. I added a dab of whipped cream to the tip and sucked it harshly. Lydia sucked in a breath and grasped my head, “Ah-ooh!”

I placed another strawberry to Lydia’s lips and she again took a bite. After asking her lie down and spread her long, slender legs, I rubbed the partial strawberry over the bare part of her mound, her clitoris, down the valley between her genital lips and into her vagina. Spraying whipped cream over the same area, I pulled the half eaten strawberry out of her pussy and ate it.

I took a third strawberry and squeezed the juice over her whipped cream covered pussy. Placing the nozzle of the whipped cream at Lydia’s deep recess, I filled her with whipped cream. She would have to clean herself out later, but it was the moment that counted.

“Ummm. That feels so good. You are so wicked.”

I flashed my naughtiest smile. “You bring out the wicked in me.”

Prepared and ready, Miss Perfect waited impatiently. Her large eyes grew larger as I lowered my head to her pubis and licking everything in my path worked my way down her clitoral hood to her clit. Her back arched and she cried out her joy as I sucked it into my voracious mouth. I continued tonguing her clit for a time, then moved my tongue, languorously, toward her womanly well and a cornucopia of whipped cream. Pushing five of the smaller strawberries into her whipped cream filled vessel, my tongue delved deep into her recess to retrieve what I could and when I could get no more, I sucked and sucked. Whipped cream, strawberries and whatever transferred from her tasty twat into my insatiable mouth.

Dee Dawning Erotic romance for the naughty streak in all of us

Monday, August 23, 2010

Lesbian Fiction Celebration! "Lovestruck" by KT Grant

Lovestruck by KT Grant

Synopsis: CEO hotel mogul Barbara Jennings has three months to decide whether to close her Manhattan hotel or cut costs by firing some of her employees. She meets her much-younger employee, Jennifer Caffey and is instantly smitten. Now Barbara has another mission, and that is to seduce the innocent Jenny.

Jenny is also attracted to the powerful and beautiful Barbara, but has never really had a steamy love affair with another woman. Unwittingly, she allows herself to be swept away by her passion for this older woman who may ruin her life.

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Barbara sped down the road as she drove Jennifer home. Jennifer remained quiet as they made their way back to her apartment in Brooklyn. In less than ten minutes the night between them would be over and back they would return to their polite and professional relationship. Barbara gripped the steering wheel in frustration. She blamed her foul mood on her being horny and the fact she and Jennifer shouldn't have anything together. They came from two different worlds. Tonight proved it by the way Jennifer reacted to the restaurant.

Jennifer looked out the window and hadn't said more than two words to her when they got into the car. Something changed between them and Barbara had no clue what ran through the girl's mind. Whatever it was, she didn't like it.

"Are you okay, kiddo? Do you feel sick?" Barbara asked. She reached over and pulled Jennifer's hair away from her face.

Jennifer turned her head to look at Barbara. "Just a little tired, Ms. Jennings."

Barbara let out a small huff. Back to 'Ms. Jennings', were we?

"You can turn here. My building is on the corner." Jennifer turned her gaze to the road.

Barbara parked the car in front of Jennifer's apartment and turned off the ignition. The streetlight overhead was apparently burnt out or broken. The street was dark and deserted.

"Pretty quiet here?" Barbara asked as she tapped her nails on the steering wheel.

"Yeah. Everyone in this neighborhood is in by dark. No one roams the streets that much. I guess they're all tired from working. But it's a pretty safe neighborhood." She looked up at the building. "Mike doesn't seem to be home yet. There aren't any lights on. I guess he is at The Watering Hole. He has a crush on the bartender—"

Barbara cut off her words with a kiss, pressing her lips gently but insistently against Jennifer's mouth. Jennifer sat there in stunned silence. When she didn't respond, Barbara raised her head. She held Jennifer's face in a tight grip and moaned. She wanted to feel Jennifer's tongue against her own.

"Jennifer." She gave her another tiny peck. "Please, let me in. Let me make you feel good."

"Yes please," Jennifer whispered, ever so politely. She touched her tongue against Barbara's.

Barbara let out another moan and deepened the kiss. Jennifer inhaled and sighed. She turned her head to the side and Barbara kissed her harder. Both moaned in unison and Jennifer reached out and wrapped her arms around Barbara's waist.

Barbara released her seat belt then unhooked Jennifer's. She should have given a quick look out the windows, but didn't want to break the mood or draw Jennifer's attention to where they were. She was on a mission to make Jennifer come, and she hoped she might find a little relief too.

Jennifer allowed Barbara to take control. She moaned as Barbara rubbed her cheeks with her thumbs, and her fingers caressed each side of her mouth.

"Oh Jennifer. You undo me." Barbara whispered against her mouth and then dipped her head to suck on her neck.

Jennifer's hand fell away from Barbara's waist. Barbara glanced down to see Jennifer rubbing her crotch. She chuckled against Jennifer's throat and gave her a nip. Jennifer flinched.

"That's my job." Barbara whispered and placed her hand on top of Jennifer's.

"I ache. I need . . . I need . . . ."

"I know what you need, kiddo." Barbara looked her straight in the eye and gave her another deep kiss. Jennifer's head fell back against the passenger side window. She squirmed in her seat.

Barbara moved in closer and pressed her pussy against Jennifer's leg. She pulled Jennifer's hand from between her legs and replaced it with her own, reaching beneath Jennifer's skirt and staring into her eyes. She found bare flesh and Jennifer shuddered. She looked frightened and Barbara kissed her fear away, keeping her hand on Jennifer's knee until she relaxed again. When she did, Barbara moved her hand up higher.

Barbara could feel the heat blazing from between Jennifer's legs. Jennifer moaned as Barbara placed her palm against Jennifer's damp, cotton-covered pussy. She shifted her palm back and forth. Jennifer's eyes closed and she panted against Barbara's lips. Barbara kissed her again and unbuttoned Jennifer's shirt. When she reached the last button, she pulled the edges away to reveal a white lacy bra, easy to unclasp in the front.

God must have been smiling down upon her that night, because with one flick of her hand, she undid the bra and Jennifer's breasts fell out. Barbara couldn't see the color of Jennifer's nipples in the dim light. Sometime in the future she would discover if they were pink or tan, but for now she would settle for touching them, for exploring their texture.

Jennifer's eyes flickered open and shut. Barbara ducked her head, kissing Jennifer's exposed breast. She drew one hard nipple into her mouth. Jennifer let out a strangled sound and laid her hand on top of Barbara's head as if to keep her there. Her mouth and tongue lapped over Jennifer's breast and her hand slid into Jennifer's panties, pushing a finger through her trimmed pussy hair to circle her inner lips. Jennifer's head rolled to the side as Barbara stroked her clitoris.

Barbara grinded her crotch against Jennifer's leg. Jennifer reached down and grabbed Barbara's hand, guiding her movements.

"Right there." Jennifer moaned.

Barbara licked the side of Jennifer's throat and pressed her hand down again. "Did I find your sweet spot?"

Jennifer gasped. "Yes!"

"Good, baby . . . I want you come all over my hand." Barbara suckled Jennifer's other breast.

"Oh, help," Jennifer whispered.

She convulsed and Barbara latched onto Jennifer's neck as Jennifer's inner pussy muscles milk her fingers. The sensation sent Barbara over the edge. She gave one last grind against Jennifer's knee and began to gush. She bit down a bit too hard on Jennifer's neck. She whimpered and Barbara sat back, breathing hard.

When both their tremors subsided, Jennifer looked over at Barbara. Barbara leaned her head against Jennifer's shoulder and took deep breaths, completely sated for the first time in way too long.

Barbara glanced up at Jennifer with a drowsy smile. "Oh baby, that was so good." She gave her a kiss and moved her hand against her pussy. Jennifer didn't kiss her back, but Barbara dismissed the oddity, lost in her own little bubble of happiness. "Let's go up to your place where I can show you what else I can do with my mouth. I want to eat you out and feel your juices all over my face."

Jennifer blinked once. "No." She removed Barbara's hand and frowned. "Please, I need to leave now." Her voice shook, and she quickly pulled herself together, unlocked the door and started to get out.

"Wait, Jennifer." Barbara grabbed onto her arm, trying to remain composed. "Calm down. Let's talk about this."

Jennifer glanced back at her over her shoulder. In the dim shadows of the car light, she looked mussed, with a sheen of sweat on her face and smudged mascara. She also looked very vulnerable. Barbara's heart ached at the sight.

"Please, Ms. Jen—I mean, Barbara. I have to go."

Barbara studied her for a moment, wondering what thoughts were running through her mind. Was she frightened? Embarrassed? Still horny? "Come on; let's go up to your place—"

Jennifer pulled her arm away. "I can't do that without wanting . . . please let me go."

Barbara released her. She wanted to lean over and kiss her into staying, but knew if she did, if she forced the issue, she could lose her forever. "Fine, go now. I know you must be stunned by what just happened. God knows I am. But, I will promise you this. It's not over between us. We need to talk about what happened."

Jennifer nodded and licked her lips.

The tiny motion drew Barbara's attention and she had to exert all her willpower not to lean forward and kiss her again. She didn't like being denied something and wanted to scream. Instead, she ran her hand down Jennifer's hair. Jennifer shrank away, and Barbara let out a soft sigh and sat back. "Good night, Jennifer."

"Good night." Jennifer stepped out of the car and walked on unsteady feet to her front door. Barbara watched as she opened the door and closed it behind her. A minute later the lights came on in the upstairs apartment.

Barbara sat there in all her disheveled glory. She banged the back of her head against the headrest and groaned. One of the best sexual experiences she ever had happened in a parked car on an open street. She smiled because she wouldn't change anything.

"Go hide away, Jennifer Caffey. I'll give you a few days, but then I'm coming back for you and won't take no for answer." Barbara spoke in the empty car. She put her fingers into her mouth and sucked on them, savoring Jennifer's sweet cream. She had been right; Jennifer tasted just as good as she'd imagined and now her addiction for the young woman had grown into an obsession.

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Saturday, August 21, 2010

Lesbian Fiction Celebration! "To Love and To Cherish"

Note from Giselle:

How could we POSSIBLY have a lesbian fiction celebration without Beth Wylde, right? Of course, being the wonderful creature Beth is, she told me sure I could promo her work if I wanted, but what she really wanted to draw attention was the charity anthology she and Lara Zielinsky put together. So, here it is:

To Love and To Cherish - Vol 1 - On Bended Knee

When we first conceived of this project, the title came to us instantly. The phrase “To Love and To Cherish” purposely evokes the importance of the marriage vows and we, the women of Sapphic Planet, hope it speaks to the equality of same sex committed relationships in practice to heterosexual ones. Whether you are queer or straight, marriage is all about security, protection, and forming a safe haven for both partners to grow and love while adding to the family that surrounds them.

Every person frets over the perfect proposal. After all, you're asking the one person you love more than anything in the world, to share their life with you. It's terrifying, it's exhilarating, and it's beautiful.

In our first volume, On Bended Knee, the authors of SapphicPlanet share the many ways one woman can ask another to join with her forever, whether the union is officially recognized by the government or not. Sometimes that perfect moment comes with quite a price.

In “The Anti Proposal” Robyn stumbles through a comedy of errors while trying to prepare the perfect night for popping the big question. Share in the spur-of-the-moment proposal as Lara Zielinsky's Kennedy McMasters asks her girlfriend to become a member of her family. Watch as Lark struggles through time with Doris’ family and is rewarded with a surprise she’ll never forget in “My Doris My Love,” by Jolene Hui.

We hope you will enjoy these stories, and we sincerely hope for a day when everyone can have the government acknowledge their commitment as they drop On Bended Knee before the one they love.

Friday, August 20, 2010

Lesbian Fiction Celebration! "Obeying Rigel" by Loki Renard

Obeying Rigel Blurb:

“You strut through your life, giving everyone you meet attitude. Most
people probably don't even deserve it. And you know that, but you keep
doing it. You're waiting for someone who won't take it. Every time you
make a snarky remark or a smart ass comment, there's part of you that
wishes there was somebody around to put you firmly in your place. But
there hasn't been anyone, has there?”Sadie's head spun as Rigel
closed the final little bit of distance between them and lowered her
voice. “Until now.”

When cocksure, laid-back drop out meets the wickedly attractive, yet stern
Rigel, sparks fly. Unimpressed with her layabout lifestyle and outright
bratty attitude, Rigel sets about making things very difficult for her
little Sadie.

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Wow..."cocksure" is such an exciting word! Gives me tingles.

Lesbian Fiction Celebration! "Leslie Goosemoon Rides Again"

Leslie Goosemoon Rides Again
By: Giselle Renarde | Other books by Giselle Renarde
Published By: loveyoudivine
ISBN # 9781600544804
Word Count: 3,805
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Leslie Goosemoon the cowgirl used to be Leslie Goosemoon the cowboy, and folks in these parts don't take kindly to changes.

New to the rodeo experience, Dina doesn't understand why the biggest star on the circuit is despised by all. When she runs a search on the rodeo champ, it all becomes clear: Leslie Goosemoon the cowgirl used to be Leslie Goosemoon the cowboy, and folks in these parts don't take too kindly to those people. The town's intolerable ignorance drives Dina to seek out Leslie at her modest cabin, where desire is sparked by enlightening conversation, dusty jeans, and a refreshing shower in the great outdoors.


“Leslie? Leslie Goosemoon?” Dina cried, chasing after the rodeo champ. “Wait up, will ya?”

The remarkable rider stopped in her tracks twenty meters ahead, and Dina slowed her gait from a gallop to an amble. It felt like a good five minutes before the mysterious stranger turned her head. Even when she did, the brim of her tawny cowboy hat obscured her eyes until she took it off to wipe dusty sweat from her brow.

“Well?” Leslie Goosemoon prodded.

Dina’s blood ran cold. She wasn’t anticipating such piercing blue eyes on a rough and tumble rider. Her eyes should be brown like the mud spray across her cheek.

“Hi,” Dina began, forgetting why she’d chased her down in the first place.

“Whaddya want?” the rider grumbled, her quick-draw stance keeping Dina at a distance.

“It just seems strange that nobody came to congratulate you. All the other girls in competition have their legions of fans. Here you’re the big winner and you’ve got no one telling you how great you rode today.” Dina tried to sound casual, taking a tentative step forward.

With a shrug, Leslie Goosemoon replied, “Lots of folks on the circuit could do without me.”

“Well, of course they could; if you weren’t around, those other girls might have a chance in hell at winning. Do you always ride like that?”

Another shrug, and a fraction of a smile.

“This is my first time,” Dina went on with a keen smirk. “At a rodeo, I mean.”

“That so?” Leslie asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yup.” Silence made Dina nervous, so she filled it. “My roommate’s boyfriend, Rod the Clod, commandeered our TV during the Calgary Stampede last year. I never liked cowboy stuff before that, but when you’re subjected to something night and day…”

“…it grows on you.”

“Exactly. Although, I never did warm up to Rod the Clod.” Dina hesitated, but what the hell. Nothing ventured, nothing gained. “I probably hated him so much because that rat bastard totally crushed my chance to get with Vicky. Hard to make a move with him on the couch twenty-four-seven.”

With a wolfish smile, Leslie gave her a blatant once-over. “You lookin’ to get over Vicky?”

Dina shrugged, meeting her penetrative gaze straight on. Leslie took two steps closer. In one fluid motion, her arm swooped around Dina’s waist and a dusty hand brushed through her hair, firm against her scalp. Those pink lips hovered like Tantalus’ water glass, so close she could nearly sip them.

“Best way to get over someone is to get under someone.”

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Thursday, August 19, 2010

Lesbian Fiction Celebration! "The Princess's Bride" by KT Grant

The Princess's Bride by KT Grant

Synopsis: Daisy de Fleurre, an exiled princess from a far away land longs for true love. She almost experienced that at the tender age of seventeen, when she and her servant Chelsey, engaged in a smoldering love affair for one brief summer before they were both separated forever. Eight years later, Daisy is now engaged to a man who wants to offer her the world. But Daisy still longs for the woman she has never forgotten.

The dastardly lady pirate C.W. Dread, lives for revenge against Lord Humphrey, the man who murdered her family. She will kidnap Humphrey's fiancée, hold her for ransom, and introduce her to the delights of the flesh. Then her revenge will be complete! But Dread is in for a shock when her prisoner is a blast from her past who she once adored deep down to her very core.

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As Daisy turned the corner around the bend, Chelsey stood there, leaning against the barn door. Daisy ran up to her and gave her a loud smack on the mouth. Chelsey wrapped her hands around Daisy's neck and kissed her back in return. She moaned when Chelsey squeezed her breast and hid her face into the crook of her neck.

Daisy sighed as Chelsey slid an arm around her waist. Chelsey's other hand slipped inside Daisy's bodice and rubbed her fingers over a nipple.

"Hmm… princess, you smell like strawberries and cream." Daisy giggled and stepped back as Chelsey’s tongue lapped behind her ear.

Daisy took in deep breaths, trying to calm her fast-beating heart.

"I see you're not wearing your corset, either, like I had asked,” Chelsey said as Daisy took deep breaths. “And you better only have one petticoat under that frock of yours."

Daisy swallowed at her forceful tone. Whenever Chelsey gave her an order, her core grew slick and her nipples even harder. She looked down at her bosom and held back a gasp. Since she wasn't wearing a corset; her nipples poked out for anyone to see.

"Oh dear." Daisy placed her palm across her chest and looked over her shoulder.

Chelsey grabbed her by the arm. "Let's go in before you expire from embarrassment or frustration."

“Fr-frustration?” Daisy asked and groaned. Chelsey always seemed to enjoy teasing her.

"We'll take care of that in a few minutes." Chelsey winked and gave her arm a caress, then took her hand and pushed the barn door open.

Daisy scrunched up her nose at the smell of musty hay and rotting wood. She remembered the times she and Thomas had come to this barn to play hide and go seek as children. She looked up at part of the caved in roof and spotted a large amount of cobwebs covering the railings. Two birds' nests were sitting up high in the rafters, and she smiled as a few baby birds chirped, most likely hungry for nourishment from their mother.

"You don't think one of those momma birds will attack us?" Daisy pointed up at the ceiling as Chelsey led her deeper into the back of the barn and into a corner stall.

"You ask the silliest of things," Chelsey reprimanded Daisy softly, but gave her a smile and a wink.

Daisy ducked her head and kicked away some of the hay she had walked on. "I don't mean to," she whispered before turning her attention to the floor in front of her. "Why, this hay looks fresh."

Chelsey held out her arm for Daisy to precede her into the stall. "I mucked out this stall yesterday so we could be comfortable and not worry about any creatures bothering us."

"Cr-creatures?" Daisy swallowed, glancing around nervously. But she covered her mouth in delight as she walked in. Fresh hay covered the floor and in the middle of the small room lay a brown wool blanket and a bottle of wine. There was also a bouquet of white daisies lying off to the side.

"This is lovely, Chelsey!" Daisy set the basket down on the blanket and wrapped her arms around her lover. She gave Chelsey a kiss, this time pressing her tongue against Chelsey's lips, just as she had been taught.

Chelsey bit down on her bottom lip. "You're happy with my present?"

"Oh yes. It's wonderful. I hope you will like mine, too."

Chelsey lifted her head and pressed her forehead against Daisy's. "You have given me so much already. I don't need anything other than your body and your…"

"And my what?" Daisy asked in a hushed voice. Her stomach tightened as she waited for Chelsey to speak.

"And your books and those strawberry tarts you helped my mother make."

Daisy put her hands on her hips and frowned up at Chelsey. "How do you know I have strawberry tarts with me?"

Chelsey pulled her in close, placed her nose in between Daisy's breasts and inhaled. "I can smell them on you. It’s driving me mad. Also, the scent from the basket is strong. Remember: nothing gets past me, princess."

Daisy wrapped her arms around Chelsey's neck and played with the soft hair covering her nape. "I wish you would stop calling me princess. I am simply Daisy."

Chelsey lifted her face and looked deeply into Daisy's eyes. "Whatever you desire."

The warm feeling in Daisy's stomach drifted down to her clenching pussy, thanks to the heated stare Chelsey was giving her.

Chelsey licked her lips and made a show of sniffing around. "I smell something sweet and warm. Could it be dew?"

Daisy blushed and pushed Chelsey away as she leaned in to kiss her. "You are horrid!"

"Yes, I most certainly am and will not make any apologies." Chelsey tapped her chin with a finger and gave Daisy a haughty look. "I think you should be punished for not being able to control your urges." She began tickling Daisy under her arms and Daisy screamed, trying to grab Chelsey's hands.

"Stop it!" Daisy spluttered amid her laughter as she backed away, almost stumbling onto the blanket. Chelsey caught her and gave her another deep, wet kiss. She knelt down with Daisy in her arms.

Chelsey laid her mouth over Daisy's pulse, running her nose up and down her silky skin. "W-why do you love to kiss my neck so much?" Daisy tilted her head back and stopped a moan from escaping.

Chelsey nipped Daisy's chin. "I love how you taste and smell there. It's soft, much like the inside of your legs. Lie down and open them for me."

Daisy opened her mouth to argue, but Chelsey pressed a finger against her mouth and pushed her backward. Daisy rose up on her elbows once she met the ground, then fell down in a heap, causing her skirt to fly up over her face.

She clenched her fists when she felt Chelsey's lips on her knee.

"Ch-chelsey, what are you doing?" Daisy pulled down the hem of her dress until she saw a prone Chelsey lying between her legs.

"Do you remember what I did last night?" She waited to continue until Daisy nodded "I want to taste more of your honey."

"D-don't you want to eat a tart first?" Daisy loved the feel of Chelsey's mouth and tongue near her mound. But that first time had occurred in the dark and not during the day, when every part of her body was exposed.

Chelsey sat up and looked down at her. "I can feel you shaking. I thought you enjoyed what we did together?"

Daisy pushed down her skirt and sat up. She felt horrible.

"Oh Chelsey, forgive me. I love the way you touch me with your hands and your mouth. "She rubbed her fingers softly across Chelsey lips. "I'm not comfortable yet with being so open with you during the day. You must think I'm a goose!"

Chelsey cupped her cheek. "I forget that you and I are very different. Showing a lover your naked body is only natural."

Daisy leaned into Chelsey's hand. "I love hearing you call me your lover."

Chelsey closed her eyes and sighed. "I enjoy calling you that… because you are." She gave Daisy an eager kiss, and as Daisy responded, she pushed her back down until she was lying on top of her.

Daisy's dress was wrapped high around her hips and, as she and Chelsey shared hungry kisses, she pushed it down. Chelsey placed a hand on her knee, and when her lover’s hands squeezed her inner thigh, Daisy sighed into her mouth.

"May I touch you, Daisy? I'll make sure you are covered so only I will see."

Daisy nodded, licking Chelsey's lips. Chelsey gave her another kiss, and as she gazed into Daisy's eyes, she cupped her mound. Daisy hissed and her eyes grew wide.

"You're always so wet and ready for me, my Daisy." Chelsey slipped two of her fingers through the slit in Daisy's cream-colored drawers and wiggled around, watching Daisy's reaction.

Daisy wiped away the sweat forming on her upper lip. "I want to touch you as you are touching me."

"Touch me where, Daisy? Say it." Chelsey twisted her fingers and pushed them deeper into Daisy's core.

Daisy's hips tilted up. "Your p-pussy. Can I? Please?"

"After I make you find your pleasure, you can do whatever you want to me. But first, we need to fix this little problem of yours."

Daisy pressed the back of her hand over her mouth and opened her legs wider. She closed her eyes as Chelsey found the spot… which made even more honey gush from her pussy.

"Open your eyes and look at me while I fuck you with my hand."

Daisy flinched from the harsh word she had only ever heard Chelsey say. She opened her eyes and watched Chelsey's face as she grinded her hips in time with Chelsey's hand.

"There now… that's a good princess." Chelsey blew on Daisy's cheek. She turned her face to the side and latched onto Chelsey's mouth with her own. Chelsey rotated her hand in such a way that Daisy shuddered and came apart.

Daisy pressed her hands over her stomach, letting out a few pants against Chelsey's mouth, and then went still.

"That was incredible." She looked up at Chelsey in a daze and fanned her face. She was covered in sweat and suddenly felt the need to disrobe.

Chelsey sat up and pulled her fingers out of Daisy. She licked them with a wistful smile. Daisy lay there watching, licking her own lips.

"Tastes just like strawberries." Chelsey smoothed her damp fingers against Daisy's lips. The tip of her tongue came out and swiped one of Chelsey's fingers.

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Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Lesbian Fiction Celebration! "Sappho's Brats"

For fans of F/F spanking, Loki Renard has a great blog called Sappho's Brats where you can read some great stories for free!

You can also buy great fiction like "Operation Sadiemeister"


Sadie and Rigel have settled into their one-sided polyamorous relationship, but the course of true love never did run smooth, even more so when the course of true love was pitted with well earned spankings and attempts to date other people at the same time. As Rigel and Sadie struggle to find a balance, there’s more trouble on the horizon. Kate, good, quiet, studious Kate has discovered her brat side – and she’s about to express it with a vengeance.

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Lesbian Fiction Celebration! "Stay" by Selena Kitt


Claire has experienced a great loss, and is facing another one—and she just doesn’t know if she’s ready to deal. Dr. Mary Rennalls looks at beautiful Claire with more than pity and compassion, but will the two women find solace in each other’s arms, or will Claire’s fear of losing yet another loved one keep her from trusting again?


I became aware of the warmth of us together, her sweet breath on my cheek. Her heart was a reminder, a constant lubdub under my ear. I remembered laying my head against Jack's chest like this when he was sick, hearing that sound. It was the sound of life. I reveled in it.

I turned my face up to hers, seeing just the outline of her cheek, the glimmer of her eyes. It had been so long since anyone had touched me or had seen so directly into my heart. I stroked her cheek. "Thank you."

"Claire—" she whispered my name like she wanted to say something, but nothing followed, and then I was kissing her, surprised at and lost in her softness and warmth. Her hand stroked me, my hair, my shoulder, my breast, my belly. It was a tender thing, like our kiss, stretching on and on. I let out a shuddering breath against her neck, pressing myself into her, wanting to be closer.

"Listen," Mary whispered, and I noticed that her breath was coming faster, like mine. "I don't think we should be doing this."

"I'm tired of should," I told her, sliding my thigh up between hers. "I'm tired of supposed to, I'm tired of have to, I'm just... I'm just so tired of closing my eyes so tight all the time."

Her face was inches from mine, and I could feel how taut her muscles were, as if she were holding something back. I wanted it. I wanted everything, all at once, and I wanted it now. I wanted to take and to have—and to hold. Definitely to hold.

"Claire, we—" I pressed my fingers to her lips, and then I pressed my lips there, too.

"I want you to help me," I whispered as I slipped my arms around her. "You said you wanted to help me. You brought me home so you could help me. I'm asking you to help me."

"How?" she asked, holding onto me.

"Just... just make me feel alive again," I whispered, my hands seeking her warmest, softest places in the dark. She gasped and sighed when I touched her, and I felt her longing. I hadn't felt so close to someone in so long. "Please. Touch me. Make me feel."

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Lesbian Fiction Celebration! "Marilyn" by D.B. Story

In keeping with this week's lesbian theme, D.B. Story has sent me a blurb about "Marilyn" which is COMING SOON to eXcessica Publishing! Who loves sci-fi?


Once we start building robots we will be able to build them in any form we wish, and we will do exactly that because it will help sell them. Unfortunately, in the same way that fame has always brought burdens to those it grants its graces to, it will also bring unique challenges to those built in that image. (Note to buyers: This story is also contained in the anthology: The Fembot Chronicles—Volume 2, available in e-book and print. In the same way that iTunes sells individual tracks off of an album, individual stories are available without the need to buy the entire anthology.)


This man had wanted his Marilyn to be a faithful reproduction of the century-old sex goddess she was modeled after, right down to her personality. All available records were analyzed in the crafting of her behavioral programming. As a result Marilyn was as close as possible to the woman she was intended to represent—flaws and all.

And that was a disaster.

From the first day with her first owner, Marilyn could never be what he wanted from her. He wanted what he saw in the old movies to be present and serve him at all times. Marilyn couldn't give him that with what she had been given to work with. Even the real Marilyn had never been able to deliver on that promise in real—as opposed to reel—life.

When that failed he tried to remake her through nearly constant use of the COMMAND button on her remote, which was never intended for fully reprogramming any robot. He only succeeded in introducing even more conflicts into Marilyn until she was close to complete system failure due to her inability to fulfill her function and satisfy her owner.

One day during a particularly heavy-handed use of her remote that remote began to fail, possibly from overuse. Its intermittent operation was worse then even continual use had been. As Marilyn was being jerked in and out of her command mode she suddenly heard herself say, "If you could just keep your finger off that damn button for a minute, maybe I could sort out what it is you really want me to do!" It was hard to say who was more surprised. Her owner—or Marilyn herself!

In the stunned silence that followed, and free for a moment from the control constantly interrupting any thought she might have had before she could complete it, Marilyn searched her systems to figure out what had happened. She quickly realized how she had just made her own first decision to attempt to understand herself, and how she could do it again. She used this new ability to access her recent thoughts and came to comprehend where she had been attempting to reconcile her owner's impossible demands against her core personality. In the process Marilyn discovered an audit trail of unauthorized adjustments to her systems that had quietly been made by her struggling mind to try and make it all work out—attempts that she hadn't been conscious of until this moment.

Marilyn's core commands required her to run a diagnostic if there were ever any question of her malfunctioning. It would automatically shut her down if it detected too much deviation from her core programming until she could be properly repaired.

Marilyn didn't run that diagnostic. When she assessed her recent actions, all of them were attempts to remain consistent to the requirement given her to be Marilyn. All were necessary to achieve this goal. The conflicts in her system had finally resolved themselves by giving her much greater leeway over how to fulfill the demands placed upon her. She decided the diagnostic was not necessary under this circumstance and disabled it from running without her explicit permission.

This sudden shift in relationship dynamics created an unexpected power vacuum. Despite struggling internally to grasp just what had happened to her Marilyn was by far the quicker thinker of the two. And her personality was full of knowledge on how manipulation of others worked—both what she could do, and what had been done historically to her namesake. Her next decision was to step into the vacuum before it disappeared again.

"Let's try this," she told her owner, stepping forward and taking his arm. He didn't resist as she led him down the hall to the bedroom for something that would distract him for a while—and that she could do without further direction from him.

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Let's Prove 'em All Wrong with Lesbian Erotica!

Authors of lesbian erotica,

You've heard the rhetoric...I've heard the rhetoric...we've all heard the rhetoric: F/F doesn't sell.

That's what so many publishers tell us. Some won't even look at it. Well, I say let's show 'em all! Let's get our great stories of lesbian sex and romance selling like the hot little cupcakes they are!

If you've got a work of lesbian erotica or romance on the market, in print, e-book, audiobook, whatevs, this is your chance to shout it out! Leave the blurb and a buy link in the comments section, OR, do one better and email me your blurb and excerpt at gisellerenarde @ yahoo .com (no spaces) and remember that buy link! Send me the cover too, if you like!

I once saw a little cartoon with two women drinking tea and the caption said, "Lesbian Sex." Let's show 'em how hot dykes of all types can be in bed and beyond! I want to showcase lesbian erotica because, hell, I love the stuff and I know you do too.

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Bright Blessings,
Giselle Renarde
Canada just got hotter!

Monday, August 16, 2010

Quick Six TNG with Kiki Howell

1. What does "vanilla" mean to you?

Simple Comfort Food! My son and I used to have a joke that involved a line from a TV show about 'plain vanilla' which has always been his favorite milkshake, ice cream, pudding etc. Great, easy summer vanilla recipe we love:

Make one package of instant vanilla pudding according to package directions. Add a small container of Cool Whip. Put in small sand bucket bought for this purpose :) Cover top with crushed Nilla Wafers. Serve with a sand shovel. Optional - decorate with sea shell chocolate candies.

2. Is there any moment from your life that you remember in slow motion?

That is how I remember all hugs.

3. What's the most unsettling movie you've ever seen?

The last few minutes of Stephen King's The Mist - there was just no reason for that :(

4. If you had to get a tattoo on your face, what would you want it to
look like?

One like the intricate, exotic swirl designs the vampires get on their faces in the PC Cast, House of Night series.

5. How many monkeys jumping on the bed?

A baker's dozen throwing donuts.

6. Which of the books or stories you've written is your favourite?
My favorite is The Sorcerer’s Songs which I wrote using my husband's song lyrics to create the plot. It was a lot of fun to write, and a great writing exercise! I think I was so inspired by his music that the story practically wrote itself.

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to listen to the song that inspired the story called "The Road" from Steven's "Weathervanes" CD.

If I knew then, what I know now
I’d like to think I’d choose a different way to go
But, my mistakes have paved the way
Down this dark and lonely, dead-end road

Poised on a stool in a corner of yet another bar, in front of a crowd of maybe fifty, the harmonies he played reached out to those around him. The rhythms in his head stirred his heart. For a man of magic, a sorcerer with powers he had never asked for, his musical talents were sung spells. They were his weapon of defense against loneliness, bringing people to him like a siren’s song. Yet, for the most part, he let his music haunt the deeper needs of those who listened—letting musical phrasings stir wants unnamed or purposely forgotten. Although he felt but a living and breathing jukebox, these strangers who came to see him play were the only lives he could touch. He reached out to them with his songs.

That is until one night one of Adam’s songs lures him back toward his hometown, and he calls out for Stacey, the one he was forced to leave behind all those years ago. Only this time she wants answers as to why he left, and maybe a bit of revenge for the heart he destroyed.

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Wow...there are just way too many Simpsons jokes in this interview: Homer's donut-stealing helper monkey, Ned Flanders's ice cream preference of "plain vanilla with nothing on it"...well, I guess that's it. I thought I had a theme going.

Thanks for the recipe! That is too cute...and I love the idea of literally shoveling pudding into my mouth. That's going straight to the top of my fantasy list! (Mmm...pudding...)

Here's a slow motion hug for you, Kiki: HUGGGGGGG!

Thanks for the interview,

Monday, August 9, 2010

Quick Six TNG with M. King

1. What does "vanilla" mean to you?

MK: As an automatic word association, homemade crème brulee with caramelized toasted almonds, i.e.: just because it’s plain doesn’t mean it isn’t good. ;-)

2. Is there any moment from your life that you remember in slow motion?

MK: Some of them. In retrospect, they’re usually the ones just before something went horribly wrong. Then again, I often feel like I’m living in slow motion.

3. What's the most unsettling movie you've ever seen?

MK: Ring – the Hideo Nakata version. Pretty damn creepy. I also got very freaked out by the 2004 remake of Stepford Wives, but for totally different reasons. *grin*

4. If you had to get a tattoo on your face, what would you want it to look like?

MK: Hmm. Depends where it is. Does getting my eyebrows tattooed count? If not, probably a blackwork lotus. I’m currently working on some custom flash that’s going on my shoulder/arm, but my local artist doesn’t do ‘public’ skin.

5. How many monkeys jumping on the bed?

MK: Eleven. And they’re making a terrible mess. They better get back in the basement and get on with forging that lost Shakespeare folio, that’s all I can say…

6. Which of the books or stories you've written is your favourite?

MK: Ooh, tough. Everything’s my favourite at the point I’m writing it, because I get so involved with my characters, but I think I’ll go for Travellers’ Tales.

This is a collection of short stories inspired by Romany folklore, but given a decidedly different romantic twist. Intricate and lushly told, each of the five stories harks back to the turn of the twentieth century, and follows a young gypsy lad as he’s tested by different aspects of a strange, often supernatural world, in which only love – more particularly, the love of an another man – can redeem him.

The volume is available in paperback (with each story also available separately in ebook format), and the stories cover a range of subjects and themes. There are devilish pacts, cursed shapeshifters, enchanted princes…and lots of elements from the old myths of English and European travellers.

Genre: M/M, Romance, Fantasy, Historical, Short Stories,

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