With days and nights so delicious who cares about tomorrow?
Brandy Monsoon is looking for love. Since there’s never a shortage of casual playmates at the tropical resort where she works as a fitness trainer, most of the time she gets it, too.
If Brandy tires of the perpetually curious but primarily straight women, there’s her best friend Tess for a friendly encounter – safe, with no strings. After all, they’re just buddies.
When an all-lesbian tour group arrives for a week, Brandy is sure she’ll be in paradise on earth. The guests include lesbian celebrity comic Celine Griffin, who has an obvious interest in an after-dinner Brandy. Celine and Brandy do find explosive pleasure together — so why does Brandy feel as if that’s no longer enough for happiness?
All the Wrong Places has all the romance, humor and passion plus a highly explicit range of women with women – take a walk on the wild side!
Fans of this book won’t want to miss the follow-up short stories “Crusing Solo” in In Deep Waters Volume 1 and “Lucky Seven” in In Deep Waters Volume 2, or find both stories in Frosting on the Cake 2: Second Helpings.
- All the Wrong Places – Goldie Finalist All the Wrong Places Finalist at the 2006 Golden Crown Literary Society Awards: Best Lesbian Romance.
- A is for… Both novels starting with “A” are reviewed in the same week.
- Petits jeux entre amies – Critique Et-alors.net “(…) Karin Kallmaker nous fait entrer dans un univers tout neuf où la descrition érotique n’est enfin ni saupoudrée de pralines fondantes jusqu’à l’anorexie sexuelle, ...
From Chapter One
In the chaos of my studio apartment I found the tour group update sheet for the coming week. The group was called LOVE. I felt stupid for not having seen the opening lines. The “Ladies” on Vacation Enterprises could also be “lesbians.” The resort will see 312 female guests and their families in buildings A, B and E. Buildings C and D will be unoccupied; expect maintenance and carpet layers. Entertainment provided by LOVE. We are advised most are couples and should be treated as such. Male staff are cautioned to avoid the appearance of flirting or staring, and all staff are advised to be additionally sensitive to avoidance of sexual or sexist jokes, even in adult-only settings…
Three hundred and twelve lesbians. They were going to be the only guests we had. Okay, maybe most of them were in couples, but surely one of them might be interested in a short but trim, red-haired woman who, among other things, could improve their golf game. I realized I felt about as giddy as I had the one time I’d gone to the Dinah Shore Classic. This year’s tournament had been just a few weeks ago, and if I could have afforded it I might have gone, pining for lesbian company as I was. How good was life that instead of my having to find a landscape of lesbians, they’d found me? Damn. Life was very good.
After a change of clothes, a losing battle with my hair and a quick pit stop at the lunch buffet for an apple, I headed for the other end of the resort toward the KidZone. Of course it was a longer route to go by reception on the way, but I couldn’t resist.
I saw Dykes, with a capital D, Dykes and Dykes and Dykes. I felt like a kid at a picnic.
Hot Dykes, I like hot Dykes, I sang to myself. This kind of girl likes tasty hot Dykes. Fat ones, short ones, Dykes that climb on rocks. Femmie ones, butch ones, and maybe Dykes with strap-on co—
“Brandy, can you lend a hand with the queue?” Randall interrupted what I thought was an inspired commercial jingle for lesbian delights, but Randall had been put on this earth to squelch all the fun out of my life.
“I’ve got a couple of minutes before Rhea’s expecting me.” I helped Sarah and Steffie from Sausalito find their room keys and explained the weekly calendar while reiterating their freedom to do whatever they liked.
“You mean we can just go down to the beach and get snorkeling gear any time?”
“When the snorkel hut is open, during these hours.” I pointed out how to read the color coding. “And there are daily lessons at ten, so you might want to sign up to be sure to get a spot.”
Linda and Libby from Lynchburg promised they’d meet me tomorrow for Morning Stretch. June and Jody from Juneau were eager to try sailing, while Deena and DeeDee from Dayton couldn’t wait to stay in their room all week, nudge nudge. Then Mary and Tina from Spokane completely blew my alphabet fun, but they were dumping their bags in the room and heading for the nearest pool.
That’s when I remembered that phrase from the weekly sheet: Most are in couples. Hell, they were all in couples, it seemed to me. It was a great jazz to have so many lesbians around me but so far I wasn’t getting any heat from them. The heat was all on my side and I was certainly feeling it.
As I walked the rest of the way to the KidZone I pondered the ethical dilemma. I had few qualms about spending some quality moments with an entangled straight woman who sought me out and made the first definitive moves. But would I feel the same about an entangled lesbian? It seemed unsisterly to the other lesbian to fool around with her girlfriend, even if I had an engraved invitation to do so. Well, I would have to give that a lot of thought if the situation arose.
I hate ethical dilemmas and the older I got the more they dogged me, it seemed. At twenty I wouldn’t have asked about entanglements. By the time I was thirty, I thought morosely, I’d be limiting myself to women who were looking for a commitment. How deadly dull that would be.
A small imp inside me wondered briefly what I would do if both women in a couple wanted to fool around, then realized the answer was a resounding Yes, Yes and Yes. Oh goodness, I didn’t need to think about such things at that moment.
Then I remembered Celine Griffin, who far as I knew was single, and thought maybe I didn’t need to be worrying overmuch about my options for threeways and stolen hours with roaming girlfriends. Maybe some open one-on-one dinner-dancing-flirting-lovemaking nights might be in my future. I wouldn’t make the mistake of thinking it was the beginning of something, but it would be far more than I had had in a very long while.
Petits jeux entre amies
Brandy et Tess sont professeurs de sport dans un hôtel-club, sur une île tropicale du golfe du Mexique. Le temps y est parfois long et les rencontres, féminines ou masculines, rarement satisfaisantes. Leurs petits jeux entre amies sont donc idéals, en attendant de trouver l’âme sœurr.
Brandy est ravie lorsqu’arrive un groupe de trois cents lesbiennes. Ces petits jeux lui apparaissent soudain bien fades, face à la perspective d’une soirée en compagnie de l’attirante Céline.Pourtant le lendemain, malgré une nuit mémorable, elle est perplexe : et si, finalement, ce qui n’était qu’un pis-aller dissimulait autre chose?
Osera-t-elle avouer ses sentiments à Tess.– KTM Editions More