Two women looking to start over find themselves running a business together after getting an inheritance from their relatives which has them starting out as friends before becoming oh so much more. Keep reading to get a tempting taste of Wild Wales by Patricia Evans Cox, along with hearing from Ms. Cox about why readers are drawn to lesbian romances, then discover even more about this book by visiting the other sites hosting this tour. In honor of this charming lesbian romance make sure to fill out the form below for the chance to win a $20 bookstore GC too!
WHAT DRAWS READERS TO LESBIAN ROMANCES?
First of all, thank you for having me!
What draws people to lesbian romance? I think we are all drawn to it because it’s a long overdue reflection of our lives and the way we love. For so long our only option was to try to imagine two female characters in books written for a heterosexual audience; the problem with that is that we’re lesbians, not just straight women in a straight world, so that was a dismal thought to most of us.
Well-written lesbian romance it’s captivating because we can relate to those characters and the struggles they’re facing on the path to love; most of us are on the same path in our own lives. I learn from their mistakes, take courage when they’re brave, and fall in love with the characters and their love stories. I think we’ve gone far too long without good literature specific to our community, and I hope I can help change that.
I take representing our community seriously, and when I started writing I knew I didn’t want to just repeat what I’d read in some popular lesbian fiction: sanitized vanilla sex scenes without the passion, lust and connection we all know should be there.
So I write it all. The hot, the raw and the unexpected, even the scenes that push our boundaries and make us think. And I’m truly grateful for the amazing readers that have taken to time to tell me that it has made them feel seen and appreciated. I can’t speak for everyone, but please know that I see you, appreciate you, and applaud you for your part in making our community shine by supporting lesbian authors.
Aisling Moss is balanced on the crystal edge of success as one of the most sought-after wedding planners in London...until one ill-advised move brings her career crashing down around her feet like a toppled tower of champagne flutes. The next day, a letter from a family solicitor arrives at her flat, and she has to choose between picking up the pieces of her career in London or taking the next flight to Wales to honor the wishes of someone she loves.
Finn Morgan was forced to end her fighting career after an injury sidelined her dreams of being a star in the cutthroat world of professional women’s boxing. Her job as a short-order cook in a Brooklyn diner certainly doesn’t compare, but it also doesn’t require her to think about what she wants to do with her life. Sleeping with her boss’s wife and spending quality time with a punching bag is all she needs, until the day she comes home to find a letter from across the pond, surrounded by a pool of warm sunlight, on her entry table.
Once in Wales, long-kept secrets and unexpected demands surface for both Finn and Aisling, and they are forced to make hard decisions about their futures: Do they return to rebuild the lives they had, or take a chance on love in wild, windswept Wales?
Aisling spoke slowly, more to herself than to Finn. Her voice trailed off, but she snapped back to reality after a few seconds and looked back at Finn across the kitchen.
“I kissed the wrong person, I guess."
Finn waited for her to go on, but she didn’t.
“How do you lose an entire career from one kiss?"
Aisling smiled, letting the silence speak for her.
“Oh shit,” Finn said slowly. “You didn’t kiss the groom, did you?"
She laughed and pulled the pen out of her hair. “Um, no...not the groom."
“Then it can’t be that bad. What’s the big deal?"
Aisling ran her fingers through her hair and loosened the waves until they fell over her shoulders. “It was the bride."
“Wow.” Finn shook her head, smiling, and folded what was left of the charred cardboard box into the trash. “I did not see that one coming."
“I thought not. Most people don’t."
Finn smiled and stepped into the living room, then leaned back in as soon as she passed the door frame. “This fire is beautiful. Did you do that while I was folding myself into the bathtub?"
Aisling didn’t answer, just walked slowly into the room, where a cheerful fire crackled and warmed the air. When they’d walked into the house an hour ago, it had been empty and dark, but now the entire room looked gilded, as if the firelight had melted into gold over every surface. Once again, the hearth had been swept clean and even the dented copper bucket next to the fireplace had been filled with freshly cut wood. Aisling stared into the flames, then slowly raised her eyes over Finn’s head and up to the ceiling.
“What are you looking at?” Finn said, following her gaze to the cracked plaster ceiling arched above her head, secured at the apex with an unfinished wooden beam.
“Nothing,” Aisling replied, her eyes scanning the room, half expecting to see the golden orbs of light she’d seen in the castle. But there was nothing. “Just a memory, I guess."
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Patricia has been slinging ink and falling in love with characters since her boarding school days, and continues to write in her hometown of Eureka Springs, AR.
Her handmade tiny home in the forest, strewn with leather journals and forgotten cups of tea, serves as her writing studio. Her dogs Dublin and Snoo do their best to help by snoring loudly at her feet.
Patricia has lived in Ireland and England and returns there frequently to write, as well as to a much loved tiny island off the coast of Glasgow, where the owner of the local pub saves her the red velvet chair by the fire.
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