Author: J.M.
Dabney
Title: More Than What They See
Series Title and Number: Sappho’s Kiss, #2
Publisher: 13
Below Press
Release Date: October 6, 2015
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Tags: Lesbian, Transgender, Enemies to Lovers,
Romance, Disability, Lesbian for You, LGBT
Heat Level (1
being no sexual content, 5 being erotica): 3
Pairing:
Female/Female (Transgender)
Length: 31,737
words
Book Blurb
Bartender-extraordinaire Amy
Thompson loves her job at Sappho’s Kiss, but grows weary of the party lifestyle
she lives. A decade has passed since she’d taken her life into her own hands
and said enough was enough. That didn’t mean a lifetime of programming changed
overnight and concealing her pain from others was a habit she held to with a
steely, white-knuckled grip. That is until she caught sight of big, azure eyes
across a coffee shop.
Psychologist Maya
Chamberlain tells herself she's content with her life since she was widowed
years before. The same crash that took her husband left her with a limp and a
loathed cane. She loves her job at the LGBT
Youth Center
in Colton , Maine
Can two women who hide what
they desire from the rest of the world find freedom and acceptance in each
other’s arms?
Excerpt
Maya glanced around the
meticulously neat apartment, nothing out of place. The smoky, sweet scent of
incense teased her nose. She sank onto the soft, tan suede couch and sighed in
relief. The pressure eased in her hip and thigh.
“You can stay and rest, then
I’ll call you a cab, or did you drive?”
“I took a cab. I don’t
drive. I need to tell you something.”
“Don’t worry about it. You
took the news better than some.”
When Amy seemed ready to
continue, Maya spoke up, cutting her off. “Shut up. Let me say this before I
lose my nerve.” Amy’s honey blonde brow rose and Maya swore she almost smiled.
“I was married for several years, two rich families combining and it was very
business-like almost something from the Middle Ages. I played the part of the
perfect wife and socialite. On the Board of all the right charities and had the
right friends. Stepford Wife, but everything wasn’t so perfect. After our first
anniversary he hit—” She paused as a sob threatened. “—hit me for the first
time.
“Charles never left marks,
at least none anyone could see. I won’t go into detail. I’m sure you can
picture it clearly enough yourself. I’m sorry, you don’t look like a man—you’re
not a man—but fear is irrational. I’m incredibly sorry I let it get the better
of me. I wanted to make sure you knew it was my fear, my memories, not who you
are. You may be a lot of things, and annoying is very much one of them, but
mean-spirited isn’t.”
She noticed Amy remained
silent for her small speech and realized she hadn’t looked at the woman the whole
time. Turning her head, the anger in Amy’s eyes took her breath. “Are you
divorced?”
“No, he died in a car
accident. It’s where I hurt my hip.”
“C’mere.”
“What?” Her eyes widened
when the woman patted her lap for Maya to sit. “Oh no, I don’t need a hug or
anything.”
“Who said anything about a
hug? C’mere.” Maya swallowed around the nervous lump in her throat and scooted
over a few inches, stopped, and turned back to find deep blue eyes staring at
her with a raised brow. Moving carefully, she lifted and settled herself on
Amy’s lap.
“Um, if you’re not going to
hug me, what are you going to do?”
“This.” Amy’s slender
hands—the slight calluses surprised her—cupped her cheeks and turned her head.
Her only warning was a fan of breath across her mouth before Amy brought their
lips together. It was a gentle kiss, unhurried, no hardness or anger. Her chest
tightened and her lips tingled. On instinct, she brought her arms up to drape
over the bigger woman’s shoulders.
The angle of the kiss
changed, the tip of Amy’s tongue teased the crease of her lips and an
unexpected sigh parted her them, allowing the gentle probing. She didn’t
understand what was happening, but she melted into the long, slender body, her
breasts pressed to Amy’s. The deep moan against her lips startled her and had
her pulling away.
“Easy. Come back here. I’m
going to enjoy this kiss until you come back to your senses.”
She let herself lean back
against Amy, and coming to her senses was the last thing on her mind. Not
during the first kiss or the ones that followed. They were all soft, a taste
here, a nip there, and a gentle suck to her bottom lip, then top. Amy never
pushed for more, and somewhere in the back of her mind, she wanted Amy to push,
but she settled for the gentle sips from her mouth. It was perfect.
Author Bio
By day, she's an introverted cook hiding out
in her kitchen in the middle of nowhere Ohio
She has been writing
for years in old notebooks. At the age of eight, she wrote the worst poem in
the history of poetry, but it sparked her love for writing. She reads too much
and loves to get lost in other worlds and her favorite stories have to include
laughter and having the reader doing at least one double take.
Thirty-something, forever restless she uses her stories to ground herself, and
find her place of peace.
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