Lesbian Fiction

[MeganMagill]

Our forumites are a talented lot. So talented that we've had to open this whole new part of the forum just to keep track of things. So, from now on, this is the place to look for details of recent sales made by our members.

I'm happy to be your host in this success cataloguing adventure. If any regularly participating forumite sells some of their work, I want to know about it. All the announcements are going to be standardised through me so please either email or PM me with the following information:

The forumite's handle and author name.
The title and approximate word count of the piece sold.
The publication and editor where the piece will be appearing.
The cost, location and publication date.
Details of payment are encouraged but optional.
An excerpt of the piece (up to 300 words).

This service is available for all forumites who regularly participate in the forum, regardless of whether they have their own author section. Please don't be shy about spreading the good news as that is what this part of the forum is all about.
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[MeganMagill]

Forumite: HH writing as Fran Walker
Piece title: Between Desire and the Sun-Gold Sea
Description: 500 word flash erotica story
Publisher: Circlet Press ed. Cecilia Tan
Availability: Published (free-to-read) at www.circlet.com on 10 July 2009
Excerpt:
The sea lifted me like a lover. I skimmed through the silken folds of the waves as easily as I had slipped my fingers inside Aihe. I thrust into the water, and it enveloped me in a sensual, pulsating rhythm.
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Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail. ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

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Forumite: deej writing as DeJay
Piece title: Bareback part of Lesbian Cowboy Anthology
Description: 5,000 word erotica short story
Publisher: Cleis Press ed Sacchi Green and Rakelle Valencia
Availability: Due out July 09
Excerpt:
Maggie is smiling, tears in her eyes. She turns to me, excitement written on her face. “Do you remember when my father caught us here in the barn?” Her smile turns nostalgic. “There would have been a shotgun wedding if it had been legal.”

The memory floods back, and a small shudder goes through me. “Well yeah, we were both naked, and I had three fingers buried deep inside you. When your orgasm hit, you screamed loud enough for people to hear you three counties over.” An image of Mr. Reilly’s face floods my mind. “We only got caught because you have a big mouth.” I lean in and kiss her on the lips. “But I do like making you scream.”
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Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail. ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

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Forumite: deej writing as DeJay
Piece title: Silent Journey part of Year's Best Lesbian Fiction 2008
Description: Short Story
Publisher: Bedazzled Ink ed Fran Walker
Availability: Available from June 09
Excerpt:
“It’s okay, don’t be afraid.”

The waves rushed to shore, splashing over our feet as we strolled together, side by side. You pulled me into your arms and kissed me for all the world to see. We felt so free, so happy. We were invincible. “Remember?”

We explored along the dunes, just enjoying being together, being free, to openly be. You found the starfish so pretty and so delicate, remember? We took it home and you built a shadow box for it out of the wreckage we had recovered. We hung it in the bedroom. You put your arm around me as we gazed at it, smiling. “We’ll look at this and always remember.” That’s what you said. “Do you—remember?”
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Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail. ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

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Forumite: sacchigreen writing as Sacchi Green
Piece title: The Outside Edge part of Best Lesbian Romance
Description: 4400 word Short Story
Publisher: Cleis Press ed Radclyffe (reprinted from Girl Crazy, Cleis Press)
Availability: Available from Jan 10
Excerpt:
“It had taken me long enough to work it out, focusing on my skating for so many years, but the more I appreciated the female curves inside those scanty, seductive costumes, the less comfortable I was wearing them. Cute girls in skimpy outfits were just fine with me–bodies arched in laybacks, or racing backward, glutes tensed and pumping, filmy fabric fluttering in the breeze like flower petals waving to the hungry bees–but I'd rather see than be one.”
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Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail. ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

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[MeganMagill]

Forumite: BassGuitarGirl writing as Barbara L. Clanton
Piece title: Dear Jen
Description: 3975 word Short Story
Publisher: Khimairal Ink
Availability: Published (free-to-read) here July 2009
Excerpt:
“This was going to be trouble, and I knew it. I should have darted right past you and headed back to my table. Back to my girlfriend. I should have, should have, should have. I didn’t. I moved toward you, and you backed into the room. Once I crossed the threshold you quietly closed the door. You turned the lock. You moved closer. I backed up and stumbled against the twin bed. I had to sit so I wouldn’t fall. You were next to me in an instant. Your eyes locked onto mine, and I couldn’t break away, but I didn’t want to. Your hand reached up and touched my cheek. I inhaled sharply. That made you smile which made me smile, too. My breathing changed. Got heavy. Yours did, too, I think. I’m not sure because suddenly your soft, warm lips caressed mine. Your hand went around my waist. You pulled me to you, and I put my arms around your neck and kissed you with a need that was painful. I don’t know why, but I started to cry, and you tried to pull away to tell me that everything was going to be okay. I remember getting angry at you for daring to speak. To speak would be to anchor us in sanity. I kissed you back to keep you quiet. I kissed you so hard I must have bruised your mouth.”
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Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail. ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

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[MeganMagill]

Forumite: BobiR writing as R. G. Emanuelle
Piece title: From the Halls of Montezuma
Publication:Best Lesbian Erotica 2010. Ed. Kathleen Warnock
Description: 4,950 word Short Story
Publisher: Cleis Press
Availability: tentative pub date: December 2009
Payment: Payment: $100, 2 copies. Publication in BLE: Priceless
Excerpt:

The music had changed over to more radio-style stuff and I closed my eyes, swaying to it against the wall, remembering how I’d loved dancing once. It seemed so long ago.

“Would you like to dance?” a low voice murmured in my ear.

Startled, I turned to see Spike right next to me. For a moment, I wasn’t sure if she was speaking to me. Not wanting to look like an idiot character in a movie, I shifted my eyes to look around me. She was most definitely speaking to me.

Instead of a uniform, she had on a black bowling shirt, hung loosely around black jeans. She still wore the combat boots. A comb had gone through her shiny black hair and the sweat had been patted off her still-flushed face. Her eyes sparkled with adrenaline and her breath smelled faintly of toothpaste.

“Uh…ok.” Oh, that was smooth. Had it been so long since someone had come on to me that I didn’t know how to respond? But this wasn’t just someone. This was the hot, handsome butch who had shown exactly what she was capable of up on that stage. My soldier girl. Taking my hand, she led me to the dance floor.

All eyes were on us as people craned their heads to see who Spike had chosen to dance with. Cinderella I ain’t, but for a song or two, I would enjoy being the envy of all the femmes at the dyke ball.

Spike took me to the center of the dance floor, turned, and put her hands on my hips. She might as well have stuck them down my panties for the way they set me on fire. The music was pulsating, and so was I. We danced like that for a moment as I shyly ran my hands up her arms and rested them on her shoulders. Little by little, she pulled me closer until our bodies were right up against each other. This has to be a dream.
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Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail. ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

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[Jess]

Hello everyone!

I'm just here to give you a quick update. If all of you writers out there sell a piece, I'd love to put it here, in this thread. It's for YOU. In order for it to be placed here, please PM me with all the details (in HH's case, the gory details. ). Megan has set up a standerdized layout to make it easier.

[Jess]

Forumite: HH writing as Fran Walker
Piece title: Till Death
Description: Short Story
Publisher: Ravenous Romance / Alyson Press (ed. Cecilia Tan)
Availability: e-book July 2009; print Oct 2009
Excerpt:

I yawned and opened my eyes. My muscles felt languid, and shadows sweetly perfumed the corners of the bedroom. Nightfall.

Valerie turned to me, her brow furrowed. “How long will you love me?”

I rolled over, pulling her on top of me, and delicately scraped my fangs along the side of her neck. “Until I fall in love with a living girl,” I said.

It was better than the real answer. Forever only lasts until you make a mistake. And, sooner or later, everyone makes mistakes.
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"You could sing an army of angels to sleep
Songs that could cause the devil to weep
You hold me so sweet when the day is done
Enough to make you wonder where we all came from"
~Brandi Carlile

[Jess]

Forumite: Sacchigreen writing as Sacchi Green
Piece title: Jessabel
Description: Short Story
Publication: Women of the Bite
Publisher: Ravenous Romance / Alyson Press (ed. Cecilia Tan)
Availability: e-book July 2009; print Oct 2009
Excerpt:

“See there, Cap’n, ain’t she somethin’? Jezebel, they calls ‘er, but most likely she’s just plain Mabel or Hildy underneath it all.”

I looked through a blur of drifting cigar smoke and shifting bodies. Maybe three or four of those figures were recognizably female, for damned sure not counting my own well-concealed form, but there was no doubt as to which one had sparked the old stablehand’s enthusiasm. I couldn’t see much; her back was to the door, and a rancher’s burly arms enveloped her in a most unchaste fashion as they danced, but even so there seemed to be a glow about her that drew the eye. Chestnut curls tumbled across slender shoulders, and emerald silk clung to rounded, swaying hips that promised the uttermost in carnal delights without sacrificing the least degree of elegance.

“Sure is, Bill,” I agreed, “but what’s a fine piece like that doing in a place like this?”

“Plenty of business, that’s what.” Bill elbowed me in the ribs. I only just managed to pivot enough to keep my bound-up tender bits from taking the full impact. When I turned back the girl swung around so that for a moment, before her partner’s bulk blocked the view, I saw her face, beautiful in spite of all its paint, not because of it.

The room swirled around me. The floor tilted. I clutched at the back of a chair, muttered an apology to the card player occupying it, and lurched back out through the swinging doors.

The last time I’d kissed that face it had been ashen, dirt-smeared, streaked with blood and my tears. The last time I’d held that dear body in my arms, life and warmth had seeped away.

The last time I’d seen her, she'd been dead.
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"You could sing an army of angels to sleep
Songs that could cause the devil to weep
You hold me so sweet when the day is done
Enough to make you wonder where we all came from"
~Brandi Carlile

[Jess]

Forumite: Renée writing as Renée Strider
Piece title: Sweet Baby Dyke
Description: Short story
Publication: Year's Best Lesbian Fiction 2008, Fran Walker, ed. (reprinted from Toe to Toe, Bedazzled Ink)
Publisher: Bedazzled Ink
Availability: From June, 2009
Excerpt:

As she hopped down the back steps to the path between her house and the one next door, she saw their neighbor bent over and digging in her back garden. The sun was still high at this time of day in late June, warm enough for Mrs. Kasanen to be wearing a sleeveless dress. It was pretty—green with little white flowers. Mrs. Kasanen was Finnish like many of the people in Muskellunge. She straightened up and came over to the picket fence, smiling kindly at Danny. Her eyes were warm as always. And, as always lately, Danny blushed. She thought Mrs. Kasanen was very beautiful, like a movie star, with gorgeous red hair like Rita Hayworth.

“Hi, Danny. You look nice. Off to meet Carol?”

Danny smiled back shyly. “Thanks. Uh huh, at the movies. Jerry and Tina, too. We’re gonna see a Doris Day movie.”

She was relieved to reach the road and turn the corner of the neighbor’s house because she felt self-conscious with Mrs. Kasanen’s gaze on her back the whole length of the path between the two houses.
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"You could sing an army of angels to sleep
Songs that could cause the devil to weep
You hold me so sweet when the day is done
Enough to make you wonder where we all came from"
~Brandi Carlile

[Jess]

Forumite: Renée writing as Renée Strider
Piece title: Girls and Their Cars
Description: Short story
Publication: Best Lesbian Romance 2010, Radclyffe, ed. (reprinted from Girl Crazy, Cleis Press)
Publisher: Cleis Press
Availability: January, 2010
Excerpt:

Carole and Abby were both sitting on barstools eating and talking, occasionally glancing up at the mirror behind the bar to check out the room, when Abby said, “So what about that race, eh? C’mon, how about it? I’m serious. What a gas.”

Carole shoveled a forkful of meat pie in her mouth, ignoring her.

“You know you’d really like that SUV to eat your dust, not to mention its driver.” Abby continued harassing her.

“Are you nuts? We’d get caught and they’d take away my car. Forget it.” Nevertheless, she felt a tiny thrill that she quickly suppressed.

Abby chewed thoughtfully. “No, you wouldn’t—we wouldn’t.”

Carole regarded her best friend in the mirror. Uh oh. Abby had the look that meant all the wheels were turning, and “no” would be a remote option when she finally marshaled her arguments.

Just at that moment, they saw Janis passing behind them. Abby whirled around and grabbed her arm, almost spilling the glass of beer in Janis’s hand.

“Janis! C’mere. We’re still talking about that race.”

“No, we’re not. I’ve been telling her no way,” Carole growled. She hoped she sounded normal. Part of her mind was trying desperately not to think of her masturbatory fantasy of the other night.

“No way is right. We’d get caught and they’d take away my car,” Janis said.

“What I said.” Carole nodded solemnly.
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"You could sing an army of angels to sleep
Songs that could cause the devil to weep
You hold me so sweet when the day is done
Enough to make you wonder where we all came from"
~Brandi Carlile

[Jess]

We have a new name to add to the ever growing list folks! WHOO HOOO!

Forum name: bhdaviesuk
Author name: Barbara Davies
Title: Spirit of the Glade
Approx. word Count: 4400
Publication: Sorcerous Signals
Editor: Carol Hightshoe
Location: Sorcerous Signals is a free to read ezine. My story is in the current (Nov-Jan) issue here:
Http://www.sorceroussignals.com/SpiritoftheGlade.html

Excerpt:

It took her a moment to realise that they were women. It was the sun-browned faces, the shirts open at the neck, and the shapeless brown trousers that had misled her. The last time she had seen women in these woods, they were pale skinned and wearing elegant long dresses, hats, and gloves. The mere idea of such women undertaking strenuous physical labour would have been preposterous.
"Timber!" came the cry, and with it, a subvocal groan that was the soul of another tree departing this world.
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"You could sing an army of angels to sleep
Songs that could cause the devil to weep
You hold me so sweet when the day is done
Enough to make you wonder where we all came from"
~Brandi Carlile