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Read what the reviewers are saying...
"The Garden House is a lesbian paranormal. It is also a deliciously wicked vampire tale. Ms. Quaid and Ms. Cherish take all the traditional tales and turn them on their heads in this short, but sexy romp. The century old vampiress and the innocent sorority girl...it's the classic Hammer movie setup, but redone with a delicate touch that brings the setting and the characters to glorious life. Lea Griffon, despite her years of experience with men and women, is wonderfully vulnerable. You feel all her insecurities and all her desires. Meanwhile, her lover is innocent, in all ways, yet loving. Clancy Rosabel is just what the vampiress needs to bring her out of her self-imposed isolation. Watching these two women, seperated by the traditions of old-blood New Orleans, come together is truly beautiful. The Garden House teases your emotions, keeping you totally engrossed to the final page. In addition to Lea and Clancy, there's a handful of lovely, fully fleshed secondary characters. Caspaar, Lea's vampire brother, is intriguing enough that I'd love to see his story one day...and the story, though breifly mentioned, of the property's ghost, makes you want to know more about him as well. Above all, The Garden House is a wonderful escape from the everyday."—Avaron Dale, Avaron's Reviews
4 Cups!...A story filled with erotic love scenes and enigmatic characters. Ms. Cherish and Ms. Quaid have taken a pretty typical tale of vampirism and given it a unique twist to make it their own...A nice and easy read...This story of love between two women was very well written, with steamy sex scenes. The seduction scenes were very erotic, and the growing love between the women was great."--Danielle, Coffee Time Romance & More
"4.5 Nymphs!...A beautifully written story, rich in detail and love scenes. It’s so easy to imagine the lush Creole landscape and the unbelievable eroticism that flows between these two women. Lea is sultry and refined, and the touches of French in her accent only add to her appeal. Clancy is a sweet college girl who is learning about love in the best way possible: at the hands (and lips) of a loving, gentle partner...If you enjoy lesbian romances (and even if you normally don’t), don’t pass up The Garden House."--Satyr Vael, Literary Nymphs Reviews
"...An alluring tale of two women from very different backgrounds who find a common ground, a love they both share...The interactions between both women are quite scintillating, and adding in the fact that Lea is a vampiress makes it even more interesting...This story is set in the Garden District of New Orleans and the location very much plays a part in the story that is quite intriguing...There is quite a bit of detail within the story about the area and the people that live there which I found wonderful to read...In the end, this story is about the love between two women and everything else is extra. It is a tale filled with wonderful detail and two strong women who find one another in the most unexpected of ways that is a very satisfying read."--Emily, Rainbow Reviews
Read a short excerpt...
“I can’t stop thinking about what happened between us.”
Well, it seemed she practiced what she preached. “And what’s been on your mind about it?” Léonor twirled one of Clancy’s curls around her fingers. “How good it felt, maybe?”
Thick lashes, bereft of any mascara, veiled her eyes for a moment. “It felt very good. I liked it. Even when…at the end.”
At the…ah! “When I bit you.” Right next to that darling pussy.
“Yes.” She was relieved Léonor had said it; it was clear on her pretty face. “It felt good to me and…it still feels good to me now.”
Her nipples looked like ripe berries against her dress. Hot cream was pooling deep in her body, leaking onto her private curls. Lea inhaled deeply to take in the delicious aroma.
“Sometimes…” Clancy’s voice was trembling. “It feels like I still need you to do it.” She paused and sipped more tea.
“Maybe you do.” It seemed so from the delightful smell of arousal. “I can certainly bite you again. It was a lot of fun the first time.” Lea leaned a little closer. “You were so pretty naked.”
At last the girl took advantage of their closeness, half leaning toward Léonor. “You’re the only person I’ve been with,” she said. “I didn’t know I could like things the way we did them. I thought I might—” The admission surprised Léonor more than she thought. “But I didn’t know it.”
“So you’ve thought about girls sometimes.” She placed a hand on the warm thigh nearest her. “Do I appeal even without the biting?”
She was so quiet, and the vampiress liked it. Her body retained a beautiful melody of heartbeat and circulation. Breathing, pulse, heartbeat…Everything.
“I think you do,” she whispered...
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