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Blue Woman Stories Volume 2 – Glory B.

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In celebration of the release of the second collection of my lesbian erotica, I’m posting a snippet and a nugget of background about each of the five stories in the volume.

The middle story, Glory B. spans a lifetime in 1,700 words. An imaginary friend is a comfort for many children, but what if she is real? What if she is, quite simply, the love of your life? The protagonist knows she’s being fanciful, but she can’t stop looking for Glory B. in the corners of her life, and in the women she forms relationships with.

This story sprang into my head when I was having breakfast in a diner in Baltimore and the waitress’ name tag read Glory B. I was just back from Ireland, where Catholicism permeates daily life to the point where you absorb the terminology and flavor of it through everyday interactions. The Glory Be is a short prayer that brackets the longer prayers of the rosary. I’m not religious, but the play on words and the timbre of the prayer seemed to sum up the story I wanted to tell: “Glory be … As it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be, world without end …”

Glory B. is possibly my favorite story in this collection. It appeals to my romantic, optimistic side. Love will arrive. And love does. It appeals to my loyal side as well – the narrator stays true to the Glory B. in her head, even as she lives a successful life. I also loved the challenge of trying to compress a life into few words and trying to make it meaningful and not a dry list of facts. I hope I succeeded in this, but you can be the judge by reading Glory B for yourself.

Blue Woman Stories Volume 2 is out now from Ladylit, and on Amazon.

Or check out Blue Woman Stories Volume 1: collected lesbian erotica of Cheyenne Blue on Ladylit or Amazon.

When I was young I had an imaginary friend and her name was Glory B.

“Gloria?” said my mother, indulgently. “That’s a pretty name.”

“No. Her name is Glory Brown, but she calls herself Glory B. She’s prettier than I am, and her hair is in cornrows, but they’re too tight and her head aches. She lives where it’s hot, and sometimes she can’t sleep at night because she hurts, and because of the yelling, and that’s when she comes to see me. She has a gap in her front teeth, where they pulled a tooth out when it ached, and her skin is black. She’s blacker than the space under my bed, and she tastes of guava juice.”

“Oh,” said my mother, faintly. “Oh.”

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Glory B. was there during my teen years, and she told me it didn’t matter that I could run faster than the boys, that it was a good thing to do, that she wished she could.

“I think I’m different,” I whispered to her at night, into the pillow.

“I know,” came back the answer, weaving through the fantasies in my head. “So am I.”

“I can’t get a prom date,” I told her, when I was seventeen. “The boys think I’m strange, and I don’t like them. And no girl will go with me.”

“Sssssh,” she whispered soothingly. “It will be all right in the end.”

If I opened my eyes, I could sometimes see her outline on my bed. Lying on her stomach, her round rump enticing, and her hair still in the cornrows. She would always fade, but like Alice’s Cheshire cat, her grin would be the last to leave.

When my mother pressured her oldest friend so that her son took me to the Prom, Glory B. told me to relax and enjoy the night. “I’ll be here when you come home,” she said. “You can tell me all about it.”

So she was the one who heard how Danny covered my mouth with his meaty paw, and forced my compliance with his solid thighs. Glory B. soothed my tears and gently wiped me down.

“It hurts,” I whimpered.

“I know,” she soothed, and then she kissed me.

Blue Woman Stories Volume 2 – Wide White Sky

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In celebration of the release of the second collection of my lesbian erotica, I’m posting a snippet and a nugget of background about each of the five stories in the volume.

The second story, Wide White Sky has been described as bittersweet, but I like to think it is a story of hope and of change. A woman traveling alone, taking some time for herself, stops in a small Utah town. The young bartender, Calamity, invites her to come with her the next day, on a seed collecting trip for the BLM. The outcome isn’t in doubt for either of them, and Calamity brings confidence and hope and self-discovery to the older woman.

Wide White Sky is one of the first pieces of lesbian fiction I ever wrote – back in 2001 to be exact. As with most of my stories, I was physically present in the setting I wrote about at the time, and the rugged and remote Utah landscape is as much a part of this story as the characters. I was camping in the San Rafael Swell, that wide expanse crossed only by 1-70 and a network of 4×4 tracks, populated by wild horses, mountain lions, and rattlesnakes, and I scrawled an opening scene and notes on a bit of paper that I promptly lost. I think it might have ended up in the campfire. Luckily, enough of the story stayed with me that I was able to recreate it when we got to St George.

Blue Woman Stories Volume 2 is out now from Ladylit, and on Amazon.

Or check out Blue Woman Stories Volume 1: collected lesbian erotica of Cheyenne Blue on Ladylit or Amazon.

Her horse was ground tied. It stood with its head low, eyes closed, flap-lipped whiskery muzzle twitching in equine dreams. A pack was thrown carelessly onto the sagebrush, a Navajo blanket spilling out, a water bottle, and the military-surplus rucksack she used for collecting.

Calamity sat with her back resting against a pinyon pine. The ground around her was covered with cones, nuts, and husks, gnawed by squirrels and small things that creep. I sat and watched her for a moment from the back of my horse—an elderly and arthritic animal, the only one that the ranch would consider lending to an untried, middle-aged city woman to roam the high desert alone. I dismounted stiffly, my inner thighs aching in protest, and let the reins fall. The stock horse understood and drooped its head to dream with its companion.

She was watching me, her dark unfathomable eyes intent on my face, cataloging my awkward gait. “I knew you’d come,” she said.

In truth, I had wondered at my foolishness. A woman my age was supposed to be established in her career, successful in her marriage, with grown children maybe. She was not supposed to leave them all behind to pursue some nebulous dream of the West. Utah was a long way from New Jersey. A fractured mirror universe of possibilities and paths to be trodden.

The small Utah town had one motel and one bar. Calamity worked the bar; stalking the sagging timber floor with intent, flirting with the few customers, seducing them into leaving larger tips. She was a child of mixed race, whose heritage had given her not the smooth olive skin and curling hair that is so beautiful, but a patchwork of skin tones, a tapestry of birthmarks and pigmentation. Calamity. A name her mother had given her in anger and despair. The hurtful name she had made her own.

Of course, I was lonely, with the sad aura of a woman alone, whose dreams of escape were crumbling into reality. I did not know what I was doing here; I would not find myself in Utah, whose white respectability was safer and more straight-laced than my three thousand square subdivision in suburbia. So I sat at the bar, nursing my gin and tonic, and watched her. And then she touched me and flirted with me as indiscriminately as she did with the jowl-faced ranchers mumbling into their 3.2 beer. And the evening promised heady excitement, far from home.

“I harvest pinyon nuts,” she said. “I beat the sage for the Bureau of Land Management. Cut firewood. Come with me tomorrow.”

Her eyes spoke of more than gathering seeds. I agreed. So here I was, sitting awkwardly on the ground, my hair streaked with dust; leather and horse sweat ingrained in my jeans.

Blue Woman Stories Volume 2 – Perspex Window

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In celebration of the release of the second collection of my lesbian erotica, I’m posting a snippet and a nugget of background about each of the five stories in the volume.

The first story, Perspex Window, is set on an Irish ferry as it plows its way on the overnight journey to France. Kate, who can’t quit her nicotine habit, is out on deck in the middle of the night, when her solitary ciggie is interrupted by Orla and Annie, who are taking advantage of the quiet night for some loving, having forgotten to book a cabin. An unexpected bond develops between the young lovers and their middle-aged voyeur.

I lived in Ireland for several years, and each year we’d take the ferry to France — for a holiday in Europe, or simply a shopping trip for the cheap wine and huge selection of cheese. Sometimes we’d sleep on deck and watch the moonglade on the sea, freeze our arses off in the wind, and watch the few who would brave the cold for fresh air and a view. One time, when I couldn’t sleep, I conceived the idea for Perspex Window as I sat and shivered and watched the sea and sipped my wine.

Blue Woman Stories Volume 2 is out now from Ladylit, and on Amazon.

Or check out Blue Woman Stories Volume 1: collected lesbian erotica of Cheyenne Blue on Ladylit or Amazon.

A door crashes open behind her. Laughter, slurred and female, reaches her across the non-slip blue matting.

“For feck’s sake, Annie, can’t you walk in a straight line?” The voice is young and Dublin, and has an indulgent lilt to its censorial question.

“I can so. It’s this bleedin’ boat that can’t sail straight.”

Kate watches the women making their stumbling way to the railing. One bird-thin and fragile, the other stout with draught-horse buttocks; one with cropped hair, the other with a mess of tangled curls. They hold each other’s arms as they weave their way across the deck.

“Not here,” the thin one with cropped hair, Annie, mutters. “Anyone can see us.”

“There’s no one around.”

Annie is led back to a dubious shelter, to a nook behind one of the entrance doors, sheltered from the wind by a sheet of rust and Perspex.

Kate waits, watching idly, as she finishes her cigarette and takes a sip of Chardonnay. She can see them clearly, but obviously they haven’t noticed her.

“Here,” curly-head says decisively.

She turns crop-head and wraps her arms around her. Her mouth comes down, and Kate stifles a gasp. The kiss is long. Kate huddles deeper into her jacket and sips. Women. Kissing.

She’s not naive; she knows it happens, and happens here in Ireland, in spite of the church’s stranglehold. And she has sometimes wondered, in a sort of vague afterthought way when the TV showed a lesbian kiss, what it would be like. But never has she seen it unfold in front of her. The cigarette burns down to the butt as the women kiss, and Kate watches. It’s a long kiss, a deep, drugging kiss, and the two figures merge in the moon-wrapped night, blend into the deep blue of the deck matting, fade into the shadows of the lifeboats. And still they kiss. Kate can hear the short pants of breath merging with the lap of the water against the sides, and the creak of the boat as she rolls. She waits, not wanting to interrupt them now, although will they even notice?

They break apart. “I love it when you kiss me like that,” the one called Annie says.

“You’ll like what I’m about to do better.”

“Orla, no, not here-”

“Here, yes here.” Orla is insistent. “There’s no one around. All the families have gone to bed. The football has finished. And if you’d booked a cabin we’d be in it now, loving our brains out in peace and privacy instead of out here on deck.”

“It’s cold,” Annie whines, but Kate can see her hands burrowing around Orla’s waist, pushing up the bulky sweater to reveal a line of white flesh. Is it really that ethereal white, or is it the moonlight?

“You were hot inside,” points out Orla.

She’s the one choreographing this. Kate can see her pressing Annie into the Perspex, her hands moving purposefully over the waif-like body.

Kate knows she should move. Her cigarette is finished, and she should return to the privacy of her own cabin, go to bed and sleep. But instead, she takes a sip of wine, and continues to watch. Orla and Annie.

Blue Woman Stories Volume 2

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Release days are my favorite days of the year. Cheaper than Christmas, more exciting than tennis finals, less fattening than birthdays.

Hot on the heels of the first collection of my lesbian erotica, Blue Woman Stories Volume 1, I am now extremely excited to present…. yes, you’ve guessed it: Blue Woman Stories Volume 2 published by Ladylit.

Love triumphs as opposites attract in the Colorado Rockies, an unwitting voyeur has an eye-opening encounter on an Irish ferry, and love takes a lifetime to arrive in the poignant Glory B.

Cheyenne Blue’s lesbian erotica has been a staple of many anthologies since 2000. This second volume of her collected work contains five more of her finely woven lesbian tales.

Check out Blue Woman Stories Volume 2 on Amazon, over at Ladylit, or add it to your Goodreads page.

Cougars: The Allure of the Older Woman

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The allure of the older woman. Or desire for a much younger one. If these scenarios are your thing, then you are going to love “Cougars” the upcoming mini anthology from Ladylit.

Following the successes of Bossy, Sweat, and A Christmas to Remember, Ladylit has once again rounded up the same five authors for their latest collection.

Here’s the Table of Contents:

Reunion Tour by Harper Bliss
Gorgon and Goat by Cheyenne Blue
Bali High by Erzabet Bishop
The Girl Next Door by Laila Blake
Returning Riley by Lucy Felthouse

Look out for “Cougars” in early November.

Blue Woman Stories volume 1: collected lesbian erotica of Cheyenne Blue

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Look! Look! Isn’t it beautiful! This is the cover reveal for my upcoming collection of short stories. Blue Woman Stories volume 1: collected lesbian erotica of Cheyenne Blue is the first ever collection of my stories under the same cover. Volume 1 contains five erotic lesbian stories, gathered from the over 90 stories I’ve had published in anthologies over the years. My first lesbian story was published in 2001, and I’m still going.

A long-time couple weave a fantasy of seducing a straight woman, old friends become lovers in the French countryside, and a cop sent to investigate a suspected dope grower finds more than she expects in a tropical garden. Cheyenne Blue’s lesbian erotica has been a staple of many anthologies since 2000. Blue Woman Stories Volume 1 collects together for the first time five of her best-loved stories.

Here’s the Table of Contents:

What If?
Tangle of Vines
Car Bomb
How Does Your Garden Grow
Cully’s Run

Blue Woman Stories volume 1: collected lesbian erotica of Cheyenne Blue will be out next week from Ladylit.

PS After Forbidden Fruit: stories of unwise lesbian desire I swore that my next book would have a shorter title. Guess not. 🙂

Blue Woman Stories I: collected lesbian erotica of Cheyenne Blue

I’ve been writing erotica for fourteen years now. In that time, I’ve had nearly 100 short stories published in anthologies and on websites. Stories about lesbians, about cowboys, bikers, cops, and nurses. Stories of women contemplating threesomes, falling for a friend, falling in lust, falling in love. Stories set in places I’ve lived or visited: Colorado, Australia, Ireland, France, the UK.

I’m excited to announce that for the first time, my stories will be available as a collection, or rather several of them. Ladylit Publishing, a Hong Kong based publisher making waves by publishing quality lesbian fiction, will be publishing collections of my stories. Blue Woman Stories I: collected lesbian erotica of Cheyenne Blue will be available on 26 September 2014 with more volumes to follow.

Five stories of hot lesbian erotica in each volume, spanning the fourteen years of my publishing history.

Look out for Blue Woman Stories I: collected lesbian erotica of Cheyenne Blue to read these stories:

What If? – What if your long-term lover wanted to seduce a straight woman? What if she wanted to include you? Would you?

Tangle of Vines – Friends meet up after years apart. A wistful tale of connections remade and friends turning into lovers.

Car Bomb – Nell waits in the rain for her lover to remember her. Simmering resentment and tension comes to an explosive conclusion.

How Does Your Garden Grow? – A cop sent to investigate a suspected dope grower finds more than she expects in a tropical garden.

Cully’s Run ¬ Lou is keeping alive the traditions of her mountain cattlemen family and she’s not going to let any interfering Greenie stand in her way.

Blue Woman Stories I: collected lesbian erotica of Cheyenne Blue releases on 26 September 2014. Ladylit, Amazon and all good distributors.

Forbidden Fruit: stories of unwise lesbian desire – Release Day is Here

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G’Day, and welcome to the launch of Forbidden Fruit: stories of unwise lesbian desire.

It’s been almost a year since I first pitched the idea of a lesbian erotica anthology to Ladylit. I put forward a couple of themes, and the one we all enthusiastically agreed upon was that of desire, lust, or love for the woman you simply should not have. Yearning for someone who is off limits, denied to you in any one of a number of ways. The forbidden fruit.

And now, several months later, Forbidden Fruit: stories of unwise lesbian desire is released into the wild. Seventeen stories from seventeen amazing writers—many well-known names from the world of lesbian erotica, and some talented newbies. Under the cover of Forbidden Fruit you’ll read about cops, Dommes, horse thieves, nurses, atheists, and nuns. The stories are set in a dystopian near-future, a Nevada casino, the magical city of Rome, and a Montreal sports stadium. The bad girl is released from prison, a college student lusts after an older woman, a sculptor knows exactly what she wants when the salt-and-pepper butch walks in, and a broken heart is salved by an emotional encounter with the ex’s mother. A marriage is under threat when Hurricane Irene strands the spouses far apart, and an upper class lady finds her soul mate in her maid.

***Interested? Act quickly, as for the first week only, from 5 – 11 September, Forbidden Fruit: stories of unwise lesbian desire is available for only 99c on Amazon. That’s a saving of $6.00.***

The blog tour kicks off here. For the next 17 days, you can read along as each of the contributors interviews one of their fellows, and shares an excerpt of their story. You can see full details of the tour over at the Forbidden Fruit Antho blog.

In addition, leave a comment on any post along the way to be entered into a random draw to win one of several paperbacks or ebooks. Full details below.

And now, without first ado, I introduce Beth Wylde, whose story Bachelorette Party is included in Forbidden Fruit. Beth was kind enough to answer my questions about her writing, and of course her story Bachelorette Party.

You write bisexual, gay and heterosexual erotica as well as lesbian erotica. Do the characters dictate the story, or does the story dictate the characters (and their sexuality)?
Hmm, that’s a tough one. I normally get an idea for just the beginning of a story along with the main characters that will appear in it. Until I know their names I can’t even start writing it out. Once I can see the characters in my mind, and I know their names, then the writing can begin. The story unfolds as I go along, but I do know from the start what sexuality/genre I’ll be writing and there is no changing it. If I try to alter the story or push in a different direction it stalls out. I have to give my muse free reign or she goes on strike.

Mornings are the best part of my day. Tell me how your day begins.
I am so NOT a morning person, but now that school has started back I kind of have to be. During summer my kids and I stay up super late and sleep half the day. We are all third shift people. LOL Now though, I get up at 5:30 and start breakfast, wake the kids up at quarter till 6 to get them dressed and fed. I get them on the bus around 7am, then I start doing housework. Once I have the dishes and laundry going (I also homeschool my oldest child so I get her up around 9 and get her fed and started on her schoolwork for the day) then I run any errands I need to and start planning dinner out. After that I finally get a little me time to work on promo, check out any current sub calls and do some writing, if the muse is feeling cooperative. Once the kids get home from school there is something constantly going on until they get in bed around 8pm. Then I finish what few odds and ends need to be done, relax with a book, and sometimes get back online to do some writing. I’m an insomniac so the middle of the night is usually my most productive writing time when the house is dead silent. I need peace to write and with three kids that’s hard to come by during the day.

Pantser or plotter?
Definitely a pantser. I normally get an idea for a story and, until I start writing it, I have no idea what will happen or how it will end until I get there. I take the journey right alongside my characters. I think this is why I often write in first person instead of third. I really get inside my character’s head and I think that makes the story flow better and feel more realistic to the reader. I love writing sex in first person. A lot of what turns me on shows up in my stories. ^_^

Think back to the first erotic story you wrote. What inspired you to write it (and was it published)?
It was published but has since gone out of circulation. I actually sat down to write a hetero romance. A friend emailed me a call for subs for m/f erotic romance and I decided to try my hand at it. I’d been dabbling with some ideas and she encouraged me to submit something. I had this mushy, kissy-faced scenario in mind. Where the guy rescues the female in need and sweeps her off her feet. Makes me gag just to think about it now. LOL The main male character was being an ass and would not cooperate with the storyline I had pictured. He kept insisting he was gay, which was not going to work for what I had in mind. (Yes, the people in my books talk to me 😉 so a background character stepped in and swept my main girl off her feet and back to her dorm room for some very naughty sapphic sex. I’ve been writing lesbian erotica ever since.

Tell me about your story Bachelorette Party in Forbidden Fruit: stories of unwise lesbian desire.

My story actually came about thanks to another story I wrote and had published last year. Linda and Jenny were briefly mentioned during another character’s discussion with the bartender at the club after the party ended. She didn’t know the club had been hosting a party that day and was hoping to find a date only to find the club full of couples when she arrives. The bartender tells her about Jenny’s party and the fact that she left early with Linda after a heated make-out session on the dance floor. The storyline veers off elsewhere but the mention of those two background characters always stuck with me. I didn’t have any plans to write Linda and Jenny’s story, but when I saw the call for Forbidden Fruit the couple immediately popped into my mind. I thought the mention of them going home together after the party would fit the theme perfectly. I’m so excited I got to tell their story and it ended up being accepted for the book. I can’t wait to get my copy of the anthology. The author line-up is amazing.

We spend the next three hours drinking and dancing and having the time of our lives. Linda invited all of my friends in the community and, judging from the big stack of sex toys I got as presents, their credit cards really got a work out. Every time I look at the gift table I blush. I’m not a prude by any means but I have no idea what some of the items are used for and the size of two of the dildos are seriously intimidating. They must be meant as a gag because I’m not sure any woman can stretch that much. Some thoughtful person even included a huge pack of batteries. I may not need Mark after all.

I forgot how much fun going to a lesbian bar could be. No expectations, no judgment, just a building full of women looking to enjoy themselves without recrimination. It’s been months since I’ve been to Anna and Eve with Linda. Mark threw a holy hell fit the last time I went with her so I’ve ignored her recent invitations, preferring to avoid another big fight with my fiancé. I bet he’d be really pissed off if he knew where I was and who I was with right now. Tough shit. I don’t care. The more I think about the situation the madder I get. Why should I have to leave my friends, especially Linda, behind because my future husband is a homophobic asswipe? It’s not fair.

Linda slides in beside me on the dance floor, takes one look at my face, and frowns. “Oh no. No, no, no! None of that little missy. Tonight is all about having fun. Wipe that scowl off your face this instant. You can think about whatever has you so pissed off tomorrow.” The lights go down as a slow song comes on and Linda grabs me around the waist, pulling me close as she starts to sway to the beat. “Dance with me, babe.”

She smiles down at me as she wraps her arms around my neck. In reply I move my hands to her hips and hang on tight. Her eyes are glassy and her moves are kinda sloppy. She really wasn’t drunk earlier but I can tell she’s well on her way now. I’m pretty tipsy myself.

We kind of shuffle in place, turning slowly because neither one of us is very steady on our feet. Maybe it’s the situation we’re in, or the fact that the liquor has really loosened my tongue, but I feel the need to tell her exactly what she means to me and how thankful I am that she came to drag me out of my house today.

I plant my feet in place and our movement stops. She starts to pull away but I clasp my hands behind her back to keep her in place. Her eyes widen slightly and her breathing speeds up the barest bit. “You’ll probably never know how much this party means to me. Despite everything, you’ve hung in there by my side. I can’t imagine my life without you in it. I just can’t. I don’t even want to think about it. I need you.” My hands clench in the back of her shirt as the first tears start to fall. I crush my face into her shoulder and start to weep. “Don’t leave me. Please.”

She squeezes me, her glorious muscles enfolding me tight in her embrace. I’ve never felt safer or more loved. “Hey. I’m not going anywhere. Mark can kiss my ass.” She strokes my hair and rocks me gently. “Look at me. Jenny, I’m serious. Look at me.”

Her voice sounds shaky at the end and I find myself obeying her request instantly, wondering if the wavering sound means she’s as upset over this as I am. I lift my head and look into her face. The expression of fierce determination lights an answering fire inside of me. Suddenly the whole situation seems crystal clear. I know now why I said yes to Mark. It’s not because I’m in love with him. I’m not, and I’m not sure I ever was. It’s what he represents that made me accept his proposal.

If I marry Mark my parents will be happy, my life will be simple. My family expects me to marry a guy. To have babies. To do what society finds acceptable. I don’t want to settle for acceptable. Been there, done that, got the ring to prove it. There’s so much more out there that I refuse to settle for mediocre. I want adventure, excitement. I want to fall into bed with someone that can rock my world and everyone else be damned if they don’t find my choice proper.

I want Linda.

The realization is shocking in its clarity, but I finally decide to take the chance. I know I won’t regret it. I’ve made my decision, now I need to help Linda make hers.

Linda is still staring at me, the barest hint of hope and trepidation on her face. I hate the fact that I put that look of worry there, but I’m going to do my best to erase it. I lean forward, keeping my eyes open the whole time as I close the miniscule gap between us. Linda’s eyes go wide when she realizes my intentions and for just a second the look of shock is almost comical. Her gaze drops lower, locking on my lips and the fear is replaced instantly by a lustful look that makes my insides twist and my pussy wet. I want this. Oh God, how I want this. “Kiss me. Please just kiss me.”

Her lips finally touch mine and the kiss is horribly chaste and brief. Nothing like what I want, and I let her know it. “Kiss me for real.”

She licks her lips before she speaks, leaning her forehead against mine until we’re so close she only has to whisper. “Are you sure? Don’t do this with me if you aren’t one hundred percent positive because I don’t think I can take it. Losing what I never had is one thing, but if we do this, really do this, and you decide you can’t handle it, it just might kill me. I’ve wanted you for so damn long.”

“I’m sure. I’m sorry it took me so long to recognize what’s right in front of me. Now please, just kiss me. I want you so much it hurts.”

Linda doesn’t hesitate any longer. She gives me what I’m asking for and more. Her lips press against mine. There’s nothing chaste about what she’s doing to my mouth now. She uses everything at her disposal. Lips, teeth, and tongue. It’s brutal, primal, everything I expected and beyond.

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The next stop on the Forbidden Fruit blog tour is Jean Roberta who is interviewing Rebecca Lynne Fullan.

Leave a comment on any post in the Forbidden Fruit blog tour to be entered into a random draw to win one of these great prizes. Prizes include a paperback copy of Girls Who Score, lesbian sports erotica edited by Ily Goyanes, Best Lesbian Romance 2011 edited by Radclyffe, Wild Girls, Wild Nights: True Lesbian Sex Stories edited by Sacchi Green, an ebook of Ladylit’s first lesbian anthology Anything She Wants, and a bundle of three mini-anthologies from Ladylit: Sweat, A Christmas to Remember and Bossy. All of these titles contain some stories written by the fabulous contributors to Forbidden Fruit: stories of unwise lesbian desire. You must include an email address in your comment to be entered into the draw.

Forbidden Fruit: stories of unwise lesbian desire is available direct from the publisher, Ladylit or from Amazon, Smashwords, and other good retailers of ebooks. Check out Ladylit for all purchasing information.

Forbidden Fruit Blog Hop kicks off on 5 September

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I can’t believe it’s come up so quickly, but the ebook release of Forbidden Fruit: stories of unwise lesbian desire is just over the next hill. 5 September is the big day, and to mark the occasion we’re kicking off the release with a blog hop around the blogs and minds of the seventeen contributors.

Every contributor is interviewing one of their fellow writers and posting an excerpt of their story.

Stay tuned for more news on the blog hop, and a chance to win one of several great prizes simply by leaving a comment on any post on the tour.

Forbidden Fruit: stories of unwise lesbian desire launches on 5 September 2014 at the introductory price of only 99c. For one week only, 5 – 11 September, you can purchase the ebook for less than a buck.

Mark the date. Ready those typing fingers to make a comment.

See you next week.

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