lesbian love – aliciajoseph

Taylor Fitch is not a woman looking for love. She is content spending her nights with random women, but a promise to her late grandmother forces Taylor to try a relationship. She meets Alicia Manson and gives her best attempt at a commitment, but Taylor’s wild ways cannot be tamed.

With no family except her estranged father, Taylor’s roommate and best friend, Carolyn Flowers, becomes everything to her. The only person she trusts. The only person she feels unconditional love for, and from. Carolyn’s strong nurturing instinct and Taylor’s innate protective nature provide the foundation of an impenetrable friendship.

When Carolyn discovers she isn’t as heterosexual as she once thought, she falls for a woman who threatens to destroy the friendship she knows she can’t live without. When faced with a choice, will love or friendship prevail?

Here is an excerpt of my new lesbian romance novel, “Yet, Here we Are.”

“That’s it.” Jeff shot up from the couch. His book and notepad dropped to his feet. “I can’t take this anymore. You said to give it time and things would calm down. It’s been months, and she has not calmed down!” Jeff screamed over the loud music. “I need to study. You need to study.” He grabbed his backpack off the floor and stuffed his books into it. “We should have gone somewhere else.”

“She was supposed to be at her girlfriend’s tonight, but they got into a fight,” Carolyn said.

“Big fucking surprise there,” Jeff scoffed. “And Taylor doesn’t have a girlfriend. Fuck buddy, maybe, but not a girlfriend.”

“It’s none of our business.” Carolyn lowered her voice.

“Why the hell are you whispering?” Jeff opened his arms to the room. “She can’t hear us with that crap blasting! Someone needs to tell her Guns-N-Roses died in 1994.” He shoved his notebook deeper into the bag and zipped it shut. “I don’t know how you can stand a bunch of lesbians hanging around here all the time.”

“She’s my friend,” Carolyn said.

“She’s someone you split rent with.”

“And now she’s my friend.”

“Well, that’s disappointing.” Jeff slung the backpack over his shoulder.

“What the hell’s that supposed to mean?”

“Forget it.” He turned away. “It’s late. I’m not getting into this right now.”

“No.” Carolyn stopped him. “We need to get into this right now because I don’t like the way you look down on her. What bothers you the most about Taylor? That she’s a lesbian or that she’s promiscuous?”

“She’s a bad influence,” he responded.

“Because she’s a lesbian or because she’s promiscuous?”

Jeff straightened his posture, and his six-foot-three frame towered over Carolyn’s five-foot-seven slender stature. “She takes nothing seriously. She doesn’t have her shit together, and I have no patience for incompetence.”

“You’re right. If only she were as put together and mature as the idiots you hang out with. Tell me, who’s winning the ‘I can fuck more bitches than you because my dick is bigger than yours’ battle of the over-stretched egos, Matt or Billy?”

“What are you talking about?” Jeff smirked.

“Don’t do that. Don’t act like you don’t know how they are. Matt videotapes himself having sex with women without them even knowing,” Carolyn said.

“He doesn’t do that.”

“Bullshit he doesn’t. He told me when he was drunk. So you have a lot of fucking nerve judging Taylor with those assholes as friends!”

Jeff took a step back and stared at her. “Before Taylor moved in, you didn’t talk like that.”

“Before Taylor moved in, I used to take a lot of shit.”

“I liked you better before,” he remarked.

“Of course you did.”