bold strokes books
E-Books are not transferable. They cannot be sold, shared or given away as it is an infringement on the copyright of this work.
Acclaim for Radcly ffe’s Fiction Lambda Literary Award winner “… Stolen Moments is a collection of steamy stories about women who just couldn’t wait. It’s sex when desire overrides reason, and it’s incredibly hot!”— On Our Backs Lambda Literary Award winner “… Distant Shores, Silent Thunder weaves an intricate tapestry about passion and commitment between lovers. The story explores the fragile nature of trust and the sanctuary provided by loving relationships.”— Sapphic Reader
“Lambda Literary and Benjamin Franklin Award finalist The Lonely Hearts Club “…is an ensemble piece that follows the lives [and loves] of three women, with a plot as carefully woven as a fine piece of cloth.”— Midwest Book Review
ForeWord’s Book of the Year finalist Night Call features “…gripping medical drama, characters drawn with depth and compassion, and incredibly hot [love] scenes.” —Just About Write Lambda Literary Award finalist Justice Served delivers a “…crisply written, fast-paced story with twists and turns and keeps us guessing until the final explosive ending.”— Independent Gay Writer Shield of Justice is a “…well-plotted…lovely romance…I couldn’t turn the pages fast enough!”—Ann Bannon, author of The Beebo Brinker Chronicles
Lambda Literary Award finalist Turn Back Time is filled with…“wonderful love scenes, which are both tender and hot.”
Lambda Literary Award finalist When Dreams Tremble’s “…focus on character development is meticulous and comprehensive, filled with angst, regret, and longing, building to the ultimate climax.”
— Just About Write
A Matter of Trust is a “… sexy, powerful love story filled with angst, discovery and passion that captures the uncertainty of first love and its discovery.”— Just About Write
“The author’s brisk mix of political intrigue, fast-paced action, and frequent interludes of lesbian sex and love…in Honor Reclaimed…sure does make for great escapist reading.”
– Q Syndicate
Change of Pace is “… contemporary, yet timeless, not only about sex, but also about love, longing, lust, surprises, chance meetings, planned meetings, fulfilling wild fantasies, and trust.”— Midwest Book Review
“Radcly f fe has once again pulled together all the ingredients of a genuine page-turner, this time adding some new spices into the mix.
shadowland is sure to please—in part because Radcly f fe never loses sight of the fact that she is telling a love story, and a compelling one at that.”—Cameron Abbott, author of To The Edge and An Inexpressible State of Grace
“Innocent Hearts… illustrates that our struggles for acceptance of women loving women is as old as time—only the setting changes.
The romance is sweet, sensual, and touching.”— Just About Write
“Sweet No More…snarls, teases and toes the line between pleasure and pain.”— Best Lesbian Erotica 2008
“Word of Honor takes the reader on a great ride. The sex scenes are incredible…and the story builds to an exciting climax that is as chilling as it is rewarding.”— Midwest Book Review By the Author
Love’s Melody Lost
Turn Back Time
Love’s Tender Warriors
When Dreams Tremble
Passion’s Bright Fury
The Lonely Hearts Club
Secrets in the Stone
The Provincetown Tales
Storms of Change
Beyond the Breakwater
Winds of Fortune
Distant Shores, Silent Thunder
Above All, Honor
A Matter of Trust (prequel)
Shield of Justice
Love & Honor
In Pursuit of Justice
Justice in the Shadows
Honor Under Siege
Justice for All
Word of Honor
Erotic Interludes: Change Of Pace
(A Short Story Collection)
(An Erotic Short Story Collection)
Stacia Seaman and Radclyffe, eds.:
Erotic Interludes 2: Stolen Moments
Erotic Interludes 3: Lessons in Love
Erotic Interludes 4: Extreme Passions
Erotic Interludes 5: Road Games
Romantic Interludes 1: Discovery
Romantic Interludes 2: Secrets
Visit us at www.boldstrokesbooks.com
RADCLY f FE
© 2009 By Radclyffe. all Rights ReseRved.
isBN 10: 1-60282-123-2e
isBN 13: 978-1-60282-123-1e
This ElEcTronic Book is PuBlishEd By
Bold sTrokEs Books, inc.
P.o. Box 249
VallEy Falls, ny 12185
FirsT EdiTion: noVEmBEr 2009
This is a Work oF FicTion. namEs, characTErs, PlacEs, and incidEnTs arE ThE ProducT oF ThE auThor’s imaGinaTion or arE usEd FicTiTiously. any rEsEmBlancE To acTual PErsons, liVinG or dEad, BusinEss EsTaBlishmEnTs, EVEnTs, or localEs is EnTirEly coincidEnTal.
This Book, or ParTs ThErEoF, may noT BE rEProducEd in any Form WiThouT PErmission.
EdiTors: ruTh sTErnGlanTz and sTacia sEaman ProducTion dEsiGn: sTacia sEaman
coVEr arT: BarB kiWak (WWW.kiWak.com) coVEr dEsiGn By shEri (GraPhicarTisT2020@hoTmail.com) Acknowledgments
Writing about a beloved place is an unparalleled pleasure. The characters in this series never live and breathe for me more than they do when I am actually in Provincetown, walking the narrow streets, catching glimpses of sailboats in the harbor, and feeling the hot sun reflected off the sweeping dunes. I am ever so grateful to all the readers who give me a reason to continue to write these stories. Deepest thanks.
Thanks also to first readers Connie, Eva, Jenny, Paula, and Tina; to editors Ruth Sternglantz and Stacia Seaman and the proofreaders who work so tirelessly making me look good; to artist Barb Kiwak for translating my half-described vision into the perfect cover painting; and to Sheri for a brilliant cover design. Deepest gratitude.
And to Lee, for always being the final destination. Amo te.
On Every Shore
The two figures on the deck were easily visible by the light of the three-quarter moon. From his spot on the deserted, storm-ravaged beach, he could make out the way their arms entwined and their mouths met in a long, passionate kiss. He watched her press herself against the other woman, pretending she was excited. Pretending she could be satisfied by someone like that. He knew better. He knew who she really wanted, what she really needed. He imagined her rubbing her hard-nippled breasts against him with the same abandon, her pelvis rocking on him, inviting him to fuck her. He heard her moans and whimpers, felt his cock gliding through hot swollen flesh. He heard her panting, begging, crying out for release. He smelled her excitement, tasted her arousal in the back of his throat. His cock twitched at the thought of her tightening around him as she came. Begging him to fuck her the way she needed to be fucked. Screaming when she came.
Screaming for him.
With shaking hands, he raised the Rigel 2500 night binocs. The images came into focus, so large and so clear he might have been standing on the deck with them. He could make out her eyelids fluttering as the interloper kissed her and fondled her breasts, long fingers plucking at her nipples through her partly open robe. Her face contorted with pleasure and she let her head fall back, offering her throat—a sacrifice to the unworthy. Her mouth opened in a silent sigh as the other woman kissed her neck and slid a hand inside her robe to cup her breast. Her lids lifted, her expression languid and ripe as she flattened her palms against the other woman’s chest and pushed her away, laughing. She
• 11 •
tilted her head toward the glass doors behind them. He knew what she was saying. Saying to him.
Take me to bed. I want you to fuck me. I want you to make me scream. Make me scream. Make me scream.
“I will, soon,” he muttered as she disappeared inside and closed the blinds. His head pounded with a mixture of rage and resentment, the pain a muted echo of the insistent throbbing of the erection that strained against his pants. He gripped himself and squeezed so hard tears blurred his vision. “I’ll give you just what you deserve. I promise.”
• 12 •
At the sound of a knock on her office door just after nine a.m.
on a crisp, sunny September morning, Acting Sheriff Reese Conlon happily shoved aside a pile of paperwork. In the past six months she’d gone from commanding Marines on the ground in Iraq to manning a chair for twelve hours a day. Even the recent hurricane had only given her an excuse to leave the office during the height of the catastrophe—
she’d been back behind her desk coordinating the cleanup efforts ever since. The transition back to civilian life after having been deployed in wartime was harder than leaving active duty the first time, five years ago. Right about now, almost any interruption was welcome.
“Come in,” Reese said, easing her nearly six-foot frame back in the swivel chair.
The door opened and Carter Wayne, an ex-cop turned small-town attorney, walked in. She wasn’t wearing the designer suit Reese had seen her in a few days before at Provincetown City Hall. Today she was dressed in faded blue jeans, an open-collared, rust-colored silk shirt, and brown boots the same color as her dark chestnut hair. A wide belt with a flat silver buckle circled her sleekly muscled waist. Hazel eyes met Reese’s across the desk.