The inimitable Radclyffe is back with a new volume of Best Lesbian Romance of the Year, volume 1! Check out this delightful, sexy excerpt from Destiny Moon’s “Light”.

Light

Destiny Moon

I felt like I’d known her my whole life. It’s incredible how whole she felt to me, how deep and multifaceted. There was so much more to her than what was visible on the surface. And how she revealed her vulnerability to me. She thanked me for listening with an open heart and told me she’d never told anyone about her religious past before, not since she moved away from her childhood town. It only added to the overwhelming sense I got that I had somehow overlooked her in these past few years of casual acquaintance. I’d seen her around. I’d noticed the way she held the door open for Tania, how she doted on her, how sweet she seemed. But I didn’t really notice, didn’t really see.

Until now. Now all I could do was see. She was right here in front of me, the perfect woman. My dream. The more she told me, the more I felt sure that her being here was some kind of serendipitous event. Predestined. Fated.

I told her, “I don’t believe in accidents. Everything happens for a reason, like my light bulb being stuck.”

“It brought me here.”

I nodded.

“So we both sense what’s going on here, don’t we?” Her eyes met mine, and I felt like our gazes were dancing, like we’d never let each other go.

I said, “I’m not usually a fan of the old stereotypes about fast-moving lesbians. Honestly.”

“Same here.”

“Generally speaking, I can date casually for weeks or months. I’m not someone who falls in love and wants to move in together right away.”

“Generally speaking, you said.” She knew she was the exception.

I nodded. “Yeah.”

I couldn’t tell her that in my mind we already had children together. Maybe I’d tell her, eventually, that I saw us walking together hand in hand through life’s decades all the way to the end, but not yet. On our wedding day I would tell her. Instead, I did something decidedly more proactive. More daring. Yeah, I respected her mind, her beliefs, her life journey. But damn. Something else was going on between us and it came from deep inside.

“Come with me,” I said, taking her hand.

“Anywhere,” she said. But when we climbed the stairs, she asked where I was taking her.

“My bedroom,” I said. “Or more specifically, my bed.”

“Oh my.”

“Let me tell you something,” I began, but I needed to correct myself. “Actually, let me show you. They were wrong. There is nothing wrong with you. Nothing at all. You are perfect.”

We entered my bedroom and I noticed she had tears in her eyes. “No one has called me perfect before.”

“Well, get used to it.” I turned on the bedside lamp. We’d talked so long that day had turned into night. The lamp had a very soft light. I lit the candles around my room.

She sat down on the edge of my bed. “I could definitely get used to you.”

I smiled.

“Sara,” she said, shaking her head from side to side as though she was in disbelief. “Sara, Sara.”

I twirled around in my dress, because somehow I knew she wanted to see the way the fabric moved in the dim candlelight. She watched me closely. Paid such close attention that I felt myself blushing on the inside. At last I climbed on top of her, straddling her.

“Do you have any idea how sexy you are?” I asked her.

She gave me a coy smile, like she knew. She put her arms around me and pulled me closer.

Our faces were incredibly close, so close I could feel the heat emanating from her. The magnetism between our lips was intense. I closed my eyes, felt our mouths collide, felt myself melt into her, like chocolate left out in the sun. I wanted nothing more than to kiss her, deeply, as though only my silent lips could communicate the closeness I felt. Words failed me and only my body could show her how gorgeous I thought she was.

Best Lesbian Romance of the Year, volume 1 is available from Amazon and Barnes and Noble.