Free Lesbian Romance Book!

The little lesbian romance story I wrote a while back is up for free on Amazon!



Here is the blurb:

Fifteen years may have passed since graduation, but it has not been enough time for Jessie to get over losing Kiera, her first love. To make matters worse, Kiera had never even known Jessie, her best friend, was in love with her.

Now both friends have returned to their home town for a class reunion. Can a late night encounter in a dark hotel room rekindle the flame that was never quite extinguished?


At any rate, I was not expecting a message from Kiera three days before the reunion, asking to meet me when we got to town. I had found her on the Internet a couple of years back, curiosity finally overcoming my resolve to never even think of her again. Her page was littered with photos of some kid who looked like he was about 7 years old and who shared the same quirky smile that had always melted me to the bones.

I didn’t dig too deeply. Funny how after all these years, it still felt too raw. I have heard people say you never really get over your first love, and after a while I just chalked my experience with her up to foolish ideology and childish dreams. Puppy love. Infatuation.

Kiera had been one of my few true friends growing up. We had played together since elementary school and experienced many firsts together. First grade, first time sneaking out of the house at night, first time drinking beer. What we did not share, and I really wanted, was a first kiss.

Kiera stood up for me when others talked behind my back, championing my cause…insisting I was straight and not a dike. And I never had the guts to correct her. She was my best friend. Would she still invite me to her house for sleep overs if she knew the truth? Would she quit hugging me so tightly if she knew it made my adolescent heart skip a beat? Would she stop being my friend if she knew my most secret desire was to run away with her and live as lovers?

Of course, eventually, she did find out I am a lesbian. I became much less concerned with small town status after I left for college, and when I moved in with another woman, rumors about my sexuality spread through my home town like a wild-fire across a drought-ridden forest. The relationship didn’t last, but by then I was well and truly out of the closet, and had no intentions of going back.

My contact with her dwindled to an occasional Christmas card, and after a few years I lost track of her all together. So her message on my voice mail, which I replayed over and over in dumbfounded surprise, was quite a shock. She told me she would be arriving in town Friday night and hoped she could see me.

I called her back, but only got her voicemail in return. I left a message giving her my hotel and room number, telling her to stop by whenever she got into town. The only reply was a text message saying, “I’ll be there,” followed by one of those little winking emoticons.

But still, when she actually stood there, I could not believe my eyes. Her hair was shorter, a slightly lighter auburn streaked with stunning gold highlights. She wore a loose cotton blouse, khaki Capris, and sandals that showed off her tiny, pink-painted toes. The barest hint of make-up and gold hoop earrings accentuated her features. Framed in the doorway by the dark of the night sky, she looked like something straight out of my summer daydreams, and the sight of her ripped the breath from my body.

We stood there, staring at each other, both of us frozen in place. Finally, I managed to draw a breath of air and my lips parted in a smile. “Hey there, Keery,” I said, her old nickname slipping out without thought. The expression that flashed across her face seemed to be a look of joy and wonder and fear all at once, and then suddenly she threw herself into my arms, hugging me close, the small sob unexpected in my ears.

“Hey. Are you crying?” I pulled back slightly, noticing the sheen of tears glimmering in her eyes, then drew her back to my embrace, wrapping my arms securely around her. “It’s okay,” I murmured, uncertainty tugging at my heart as I rubbed her back in soft circles and she hugged me tighter.

Her body was warm and soft againstĀ  mine as I held her, and I knew that the pounding of my heart had to be obvious. How many nights had I dreamed of holding her, of stroking her hair, of pressing the softness of her breastsĀ  into mine? And even though she had never been crying in my fantasies, she still felt utterly glorious to hold.


This is a short story–not a novel by any means. But I had fun writing, and I think it is a nice little lesbian romance freebie if you are in the mood for something both sensual and romantic! Feel free to check it out!


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Coming Soon

I have two published works of lesbian romance floating around out there. One is an actual lesbian romance novel, while the other is simply a short story that I have up for free on Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Smashwords, and All Romance. However, they are both under different pen names. And I think it is time to change that.

I am going to update the covers and alter the pen names and consolidate them under my name–Eve Ferris. When I am done, I will post them on a page with links to Amazon. I also hope to have another story, about 7000 words, or 25 pages, up in a week or so. It is a hot little number about falling in love with a high school sweetheart all over again. A swimming hole and skinny-dipping scene features prominently, so if you prefer those “fade-out” love scenes where the reader never sees more than kissing, it probably won’t be for you!

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The Discovery

I fell in love with books when I was in first grade. Before that, books were stories and pictures that were pretty cool–but a lot of stuff in this world was cool to me at the time. But one day, I was actually reading a vintage school book from my mother’s collection by myself, and suddenly, from those fragile, dusty pages, little Alice and Jerry came to life! From that moment on, books became my constant companion.

Several years later, girls came to life for me, too, albeit in a completely different way! I had my first heartbreak in 8th grade, although I really did not understand what had happened, or even comprehend that the strange, foreign word “lesbian” could apply to me. Eventually I figured it out, of course, but I had my fair share of confusion and back-lash.

Fast forward about 17 years. One day I was browsing through an online book store when I did a search for lesbian. I didn’t have anything particular I was looking for–I was just curious about what I would find. And I hit the jackpot! A few of the books were lesbian romance. I had seen plenty of straight romance books before, had even read a number of them, but had never quite understood their appeal. But with women? Romance books featuring two women? Now I could see the appeal of that!

I spent too much money that day, and then in turn spent the next several months with every spare moment tucked into stories of women falling in love, women making love, and women binding their lives together.

Those are the stories I want to write, to share with other women who see the world through a lens like mine. Stories lesbians can fall in love with.


I first started this segment as just the second entry in my blog. However, I think I am going to add it to my “About” page as well.

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Taking the Leap: Writing Lesbian Romance

Starting this site, and publishing my stories, is a big leap for me. My partner says she wishes I would believe in myself half as much as she believes in me. (Sweet, huh? I imagine you can guess where I get a large portion of my romantic ideas for my work right off the bat!)

Nevertheless, there is an element of trepidation with putting myself out there, in more ways than one. I guess the biggest fear that I have is the same as any other writer. Fear that no one other than obligatory family and friends will like what I write.

I have written a lot of things over the years, but I didn’t shed many tears if one thing or another did not really make it. I wasn’t completely emotionally invested in those pieces–I didn’t feel like what I was writing was part of me.

Writing lesbian romance is different. I am a lesbian. My life revolves around my wife and our two kids. If I could choose any career path on earth it would be that of a successful lesbian romance writer.

And then I came across a quote the other day that really spoke to me. “A ship in harbor is safe, but that is not what ships are built for.” (William G.T. Shed) I suppose that is exactly right. I could spend my time writing things that don’t really mean much to me, or anyone else for that matter, and feel perfectly emotionally safe. But if I never put my real work out there, the work I truly care about, I will never have a chance of realizing my dreams.

So, I am taking the leap. I am declaring to the world that this is me, Eve Ferris, and I write lesbian romance! Short stories, novels, and everything in between.

And yes, I do hope someone likes it!

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