"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
“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...