#wlwfiction

[mjduncan]

If you like age-gap romances where the main characters' chemistry is off-the-freakin'-charts, you're gonna want to get your hands on Something in the Water ASAP!

Click on through to get your copy HERE

[lushpuppy1]

After ten years away from tumblr, I’m back - with a weaker version of my original username - and a book! It’s been a decade since I last shared hastily written poems on here, and all that old angst has instead been channeled into this: a real life novel.

[withgaby]

J'ai regardé... J'ai adoré First Kill sur @netflixfr ! 🤩🥰

Un amour interdit entre Calliopé & Juliette, deux familles qui s'affrontent, les Burns & les Fairmont... 🤔 Ça me rappelle quelque chose... 🤓

Adapté de la nouvelle du même nom de V. E. Schwab, créatrice de la série et réaliser par Jet Wilkinson.

Super série pour le mois de la fierté à regarder au plus vite !

[victorian-lesbian-dandy]

Flash Fiction: Ophelia

Looking back, it was only a fling. But for as much as a fling is meant to be temporary, that fact that so many years later I am still sat here thinking about her, well, I guess it's testament to my god-awful judgement. She was fun and smart and witty and beautiful. Her hair was braided artfully, twisted and turned into a masterpiece with skill that I could never surpass. I loved her. Though I never said it aloud (though neither did she), there could be no denying that feeling. I had gone from infatuation and lust to deep care and love in so little a time span, and i craved her time and attention, acting like a starving man in the desert. I feel pathetic now as I think back. Pathetic but glad. Glad I know now that I loved her, love her. And maybe one day i'll see her again, eyes meeting across the street with strained recognition. She'll say hi and i'll remind her of my name, and maybe we'll get a coffee. She won't ask for my number, she won't stay in touch. But maybe I'll see her as she is now, and i'll be able to drop the rose tinted glasses that I don’t seem able to tear away.

[bauliya]

Chitin? Fun word to work with, hope u have a nice day!

It was the basil, that did it. It was hard, to grow basil in a city where 70% cloud cover, rather than the usual 90, made people whip out their picnic baskets. But Ira managed it. Three lush bushes of densely packet flavourful leaves. 

Now covered in multiple layers of webbing. 

Ira was a shy, and quiet. She was lanky, and awkward, and wore long skirts that twirled as she walked, and had thick round glasses. She avoided confrontation like bees avoided well-manicured lawns but. But those were her basil. 

“Excuse me,” she rapped on the door on the suburban gothic hive-castle, “excuse me!” 

It swung open, unaided. 

Ira steadied herself, and stepped inside. The entire house was webbed over, dusty, sunlight filtering through the translucent webbing over the windows. She heard scuttled behind her, always behind her, no matter how she turned. 

“Can we please talk!” 

Of course, my dear. The thought flitted in her mind. She gasped, and turned. 

“Oh,” she panted, “just you.” It was her neighbour. She’d seen her on late-night walks. A seven foot tall spider-woman, with eight legs and a little leash wrapped around her chitinous pincers, walking her pet frog. 

“We need to talk!” 

Indeed we do, she communicated telepathically, tea? She chittered happily as she disappeared into one of the holes. Oh you prefer coffee, I see. 

“Yes. Thank you.” 

Another happy chitter. 

Wait. You are upset. 

“Yes, I am upset, Ms. Callows,” they were just basil, just basil, she was annoying this innocent woman, “you seem to have.. damaged my basil.” 

YES! YES, I DID! DID YOU LIKE IT?

“Um. Like it?” Callows appeared. She sipped her coffee. And then sipped it again. Gosh, it was excellent. 

YES. I GOT RID OF YOUR WEEDS. I SECURED YOUR WEB. 

Callow’s pincers are up to her chin. She doesn’t smile, but her eyes close just a tad, that Ira can easily imagine her grinning ear to ear, and even blushing. Her pincers open and close excitedly. 

“They weren’t.. weeds.” 

Callow deflates. Her pincers fall. 

...oh.

“Please don’t be upset!”

I simply wanted to secure your web. I am so sorry. 

She keeps the cup down. 

“Can I ask.. why?” 

Nervous sentences flash across her head so fast she can’t decipher them. Callow seems to wilt into the couch. 

I thought it would be easier. 

“...than?”

Asking you out. As humans say. 

Oh. “Oh.”

They sit awkwardly, each to nervous and flush to say a word. 

“You can help me regrow them,” Ira finally says, “you can help me with my whole garden in fact.”

Callow looks up, eyes small and smiling. I’d like that.

—

Send me a word or a word and a ship and i’ll write you something. 

(Also what’s with the bug themed asks? AND TUMBLR ATE MY FIRST DRAFT!!)

[womenusingwords]

Heart Failure

by Chris Zett The blurb from the publisher… This is an enemies-to-lovers lesbian romance about daring to open your heart. Dr. Jess Riley’s l

The book by Chris Zett is reviewed on The Lesbian Book Blog

[frombellatoylva]

Love’s Portrait

This book pulled me in so amazingly fast I'm pretty sure I got reading whiplash. It was awesome (except for Evelyn, I would like to flatten her nose a couple of times in rapid succession, although, I think that that was the purpose of the character). It's the story of Molly and Georgina. Molly is an art curator who is passionate about her job and about diversifying the museum where she works for's collection. And when Georgina's father dies she is put in charge of a foundation that sometimes supports the museum. Also, she has to pack up her father's house, which is near the museum. She comes to a painting that is neither going to the museum with her father's other art, or willed to her, and so she enlist's Molly's help (through the entirely unpleasent director of the museum, Evelyn) to find out who painted the portrait of Georgina's ancestor and why. Needless to say, they get closer as they work together to solve the painting's mystery, but, they both have issues (of different sorts) and so the question is, can they overcome their pasts to enjoy their present and future? What was most impressive about this novel was the emotion throughout the book, the whole novel seemed to vibrate with all sorts of different emotions. Especially the stuff that was set in the 1800s, which I loved. It was an amazing book, complex and compelling. I received this book via Netgalley thanks to Bold Strokes Books.

[mjduncan]

If you like age-gap romances where the main characters' chemistry is OFF THE FREAKIN' CHARTS, you're not gonna want to miss this one! Have you pre-ordered your copy yet? You can grab one HERE!