I'm still away. Just surprising a few friends by posting about their books. I yanked this info from All Romance Ebooks. heh:
When Tam Bouie rides into town on her motorcycle, she finds the
welcoming committee of her dreams. In a bar called Issues, the beautiful
femme Yasmin Miller seems to have been waiting for a butch on a steel
horse to sweep her off her feet.
Yasmin has a serious fetish for women in leather and isn’t afraid to go
after what she wants—until she discovers that Tam isn’t just passing
through. Convinced that their town is too small for the explosive love
affair that threatens to ignite, and the possible fallout if it goes
sour, Yasmin drops Tam as quickly as she picked her up.
Tam, however, doesn't give up easily, and Yasmin’s resolutions to stay
away from her won’t mean a thing if she can’t resist the sexy butch’s
heated leather love.
A Romantica® lesbian erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave
Copyright © ANNABETH LEONG, 2014
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.
Bouie disliked the look of the town right away. Her bike purred down
its unnaturally wide main street, and she felt exposed and stared at.
The street seemed just as wide and flat as the bare blue Florida sky.
Though she’d seen big old live oaks on the highway coming in, the trees
on the main drag poked up too thin and skinny to provide much shade. A
few people walked from one shop to another, but instead of rushing from
air-conditioned building to air-conditioned building as Tam would have
on a day like this back home in New England, they ambled as if pushing
through water instead of air.
If she stayed here, she would
never have any crowd to blend into. The heat would pour down on her one
hundred percent of the time. In a town like this there couldn’t be
second chances, because literally everyone would know about any
failure. Tam had become an expert in starting over but that really
wouldn’t work well in a place where she couldn’t change friends or
start hanging out at a different club. She didn’t want to admit it but
the idea terrified her.
Still, Tam had never been one to shy
away from fate. If this town only provided one place to hang out she
wanted to see what it was like. Tam leaned her body to the left,
turning onto the side street where she’d seen the town’s main watering
hole, a place called Issues. Someone had a sense of humor, but she
couldn’t help reading the name as a succinct description of her
She shut off the bike and dropped the kickstand
with a sigh. The only thing her father had left her when he died was a
dilapidated piece of property about three blocks from here. Since she’d
just about bankrupted herself taking care of him at the end of his
illness, it had seemed like a good idea to give up her Boston apartment
and move down. In March in the Northeast, when she had to brave
freezing rain practically every time she wanted to ride her bike, it
had seemed like a great idea. The plan had sounded even better when
she’d seen how much her landlord wanted to raise her rent for the next
Then she’d actually arrived in Florida, which
she’d never visited because her dad didn’t like to go back. Try as she
might, she couldn’t picture him walking down these empty streets,
couldn’t see what role he could have had in this place.
found the property he’d given her and faced a half-rotten pile of
boards not quite covered by peeling paint and nesting mosquitoes, but
almost completely buried by overzealous fernery. The place wasn’t wired
up for air-conditioning, and a junked space heater she had to kick out
of the way to open the front door suggested it didn’t have central heat
either. Her dad apparently used to run a junk shop out of one half of
the place and hadn’t bothered to clean it out before moving to New
England with her mother.
Tam had taken a brief look around,
her stomach knotting with dismay. Then she had dropped her air mattress
in the middle of the dusty living room floor, along with her backpack
and a bouquet of flowers she’d foolishly bought to make the place feel
welcoming. She’d turned on her heel and gone back outside, where she’d
unlocked the back of her U-Haul, retrieved her bike and gone out for a
Issues wasn’t much to look at, but Tam knew from her
experience of joints like this that the beer would still be cold and
plentiful. With no glamour on offer, a place needed something strong on
tap. If Tam got lucky she might even find company.
this town apparently got started as soon as possible. It was only
early evening but already the parking lot had filled. A little knot of
guys smoking by the door of the bar looked Tam up and down, then gave
her brief, masculine nods. She returned one of her own, not bothering to
suppress her grin of satisfaction. She enjoyed being recognized as one
of the guys. It took work to go full butch, but Tam did the job well.
She swaggered past them and pushed her way inside.
to grab a beer, pick out a booth in a dark corner, take a seat, and
drown her troubles. That plan disappeared when she met the big, dark
eyes of the woman seated at the end of the bar.