Thursday, November 11, 2010

Cuff Divers by Giselle Renarde



Lesbian Erotic Romance
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Parents...sheesh! Don't you just hate it when they set you up with the lesbian cop across the street?

Blurb:

Christina's parents hate that she's still single. They've long accepted that their daughter is attracted to women, but wish she had someone special in her life. They're constantly looking to set her up. Nicole, the neighbors' butch granddaughter, is in the same situation. Thus begins a multi-family quest to pair up the lesbians. Christina never pictured herself settling down with a police officer--especially not one in the itinerant Underwater Search and Recovery Unit. The more she talks with Nicole, the more attractive putting down roots with her feels. Could this parental matchmaking conspiracy actually work?

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Ebook ISBN: 978-1-60054-568-9
lyd Category: FemErotica
Length: 31 pdf Pages / 4679 words
Rating: 3
Formats Available: pdf, prc, lit, zipped html,lrf, epub, RB,
Ebook Cover Price: $2.00
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Excerpt:

The only thing louder than her mother’s purple leopard-print sweater was the ticking of the mantle clock. Christina watched its thin black hands struggle forward, like time itself was tugging them back. This visit had officially lasted forever, and Mom hadn’t even peeled the potatoes yet!

“Is there anything I can help with?” Christina asked. “To get dinner ready, I mean. I don’t want to stay too late tonight…”

“Oh, I forgot to tell you,” her mother interrupted. “We’re having dinner with the Garners from across the street.”

A heavy sigh escaped Christina’s lips, and her father cleared his throat as a warning to can the “attitude.” Next time he might scold her using actual words.

“Who the hell are the Garners from across the street?”

Her father cleared his throat again; so thoroughly this time he brought on a coughing fit. Mom got up and whacked him on the back until the hacking subsided, but he turned around to say, “How the hell is beating me senseless supposed to help a cough?”

Christina bit her lip to keep from laughing as her mother waved away her father’s criticism and then opened the front curtains. Just as the afternoon sunlight began to filter in, a string of vehicles pulled up to the house across the street.
Creeping toward the window, Christina asked, “What’s with all the cars? Do they have the secret service following them around or something?”

With an overblown laugh, Mom placed an arm around Christina’s shoulder. “Oh, you are funny. Isn’t she funny, Henry?”

Dad grunted an affirmation.

“No secret service,” Mom went on. Christina watched through the window as kids and adults in their Sunday best carried casseroles covered in tin foil up to the house. “The Garners are having a potluck. Their granddaughter received a medal today. There was a ceremony and everything. Oh, the Garners are so proud! You should hear the way they talk about her.”

Her mother’s voice faded into white noise as another car door opened across the street. Out stepped a woman, young—probably around Christina’s age—wearing a deep blue suit jacket with silver buttons. Her full police regalia decorated with all the badges and emblems of the provincial force, plus a medal of valor on her lapel. She ran a hand through raven hair nearly cut to the quick before setting a hat on her head and closing the car door. Her stature was diminutive, but her face was plump and her skin sun-drenched. Christina’s stomach quaked at the sight of the woman’s pouting pink lips as she smiled and hugged various family members who’d come to congratulate her. In that pressed and perfect uniform, she looked official yet approachable.

Christina had never been a fan of the police in general, and she tried to shake off her obvious attraction like a dog shaking water from its coat. It wasn’t like her to find appeal in a uniform, but she couldn’t deny her fascination with the officer across the street. “What did…” Christina stammered and tripped over her words. “What did she do…I mean, the medal…what is it for?”

Her mother winked. “Well, why don’t you ask her yourself when we go over there?”
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Giselle Renarde
Canada just got hotter!

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