Best Lesbian Romance
Of The Year: 1
Publisher: Cleis Press
Editor: Radclyffe
Story: Like A Breath
Of Ocean Blue
By: Elizabeth Black
ISBN: 978-1627780872
Publishing Date:
June 9, 2015
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Romance is as eternally new as the unique connection
between lovers, and so too these 18 stories of attraction, desire and passion
from best-selling romance authors JL Merrow, Sacchi Green, Giselle Renarde, D.
Jackson Leigh, Teresa Noelle Roberts, Radclyffe and others. The stories in Best
Lesbian Romance 2015 will have you falling in love with love all over again. A
celebration of the swooning sensation of a first crush, the dizzying feel of a
first touch and the raw electric elation of sexual passion are all captured
here.
EXCERPT #1
There was something
magical about the ocean in the height of summer. Warm air crackled around me,
as if the sky knew this day was going to be special. I stood by the store's back
door, drinking a cup of coffee and watching the gulls bob up and down on the ocean's
waves.
I minded the t-shirt
store Monday through Friday from nine to five. Today, being Friday, was a
special day. My heart thundered in my chest. She'll arrive any minute. This was
the first time I had interest in a woman more than merely daydreaming about
her. I fingered the necklace in my pocket. Am I being too forward giving it to
her? What if she doesn't like women? I'd longed for a woman's touch for many
years but never found an opportunity until I met Malena.
Malena, her name was
an elixir on my lips. Ma - le - na. An orgasm in my mouth. Like a breath of
ocean blue, she caught me in the pull of her riptide. Malena, whose hair fell
down her back like dark rain during a midnight storm. Her sun-kissed skin glowed
the color of the coffee and cream I sipped every morning. I admired her body
from afar; a swell of broad hips that kissed her waist the way I wanted to; shoulders
broad enough for me to rest my head upon; breasts so full I could get lost in
all that delicious cleavage.
How I longed for
Malena, but I was too chicken-hearted to make a move.
She was a virago on
the waves of the churning ocean. Try as I might, I couldn't keep up with her.
No one could. After all, how do you hold the wind in your hands? She slipped
through; teasing, tormenting, and a light-hearted laugh burst from her supple
lips each time she saw the agony she put me in.
EXCERPT #2
She ran a finger
down my cheek, bringing prickly heat to the surface. I probably glowed as red
as a burn by now.
"Your shyness
is so sweet. I love it!" She said. "I've taken notice of your lovely
gifts of coffee and danish, and I know they're more than courtesies of a work
colleague. I may not have said a word, but I'm not naive."
When she spoke, her
voice was so soft I barely heard her but her words revealed my deepest, most
intimate fantasies. Her fingers weaved through my hair, pulling my head towards
hers. Her eyes aflame gazed into mine, and I felt as if she touched my very
soul.
"I know you've
wanted to do this for a very long time. So have I. The difference between us is
I take what I want."
Her lips brushed
against mine, cool in the warm summer heat. I closed my eyes and lost myself in
her kiss. The scent of ocean surf mingled with her crisp perfume. Lips parted,
and tongues danced a salsa around each other. I had never before kissed a
woman. Her lips were feather soft, like pillows pressing against my own lips.
So unlike a man's. Her delicate cheek brushed against my chin, so smooth. For
once a face brushed my own that was not covered with stubble.
This was where I belonged
- in Malena's arms, wrapped in her sumptuous curves.
"You don't have
to be downstairs for another fifty minutes." She whispered against my
throat. The warm breath on my skin made me break out in goosebumps. "I can
help you pass the time. It will fly by quickly."
"Too
quickly," I said as I stroked her back. She felt smaller than she looked;
a tiny thing ready to burst out of her own skin. At long last, I felt the
weight of Malena's supple body in my arms. Her full breasts pressed against my
chest. Her arms wrapped around me like trembling vines around a solid oak. Despite
her casual attitude, she was as nervous about our tryst as I was. How many
times had she miscalculated the interest of a woman she desired? At least this
time, her hunch was correct.
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