Bliss High Rise

The Complete Collection
1. Auflage 2019
ISBN: 978-988-12280-1-7
Verlag: Ladylit Publishing
Format: EPUB
Kopierschutz: 0 - No protection

E-Book, Englisch, 273 Seiten

Four women. One building. A million complications. 
High Rise is a series of lesbian erotic romance novellas focusing on four women who live in The Ivy, the sexiest building in Hong Kong.
There's Alex, a local gym instructor with a broken heart. Her room mate Nat, a celebrated American writer who moved to Hong Kong for love. Their upstairs neighbour Maddie, a workaholic investment banker. And the penthouse inhabitant, Isabella, a psychiatrist who's lived in the city for fifteen years.
Romances develop and untangle as these four women get to know each other better.
This collection includes:
Novella 1: Fool for Love
Novella 2: Undisclosed Desires
Novella 3: No Ordinary Love
Novella 4: Close Enough
Warning: this title includes countless hot and graphic f/f sex scenes and may make you blush (amongst other things).

Autoren/Hrsg.

Bliss, Harper

Leseproben

ALEX Alex had energy to burn. She always had. Rita always said she was born with way too much of it. Then again, Rita had also looked her in the eyes and told her she loved her. She’d whispered it in her ear before they went to sleep and before she left for Mandarin class and started chatting up her teacher. Rita was a big fat liar. Scanning the studio for newcomers, Alex shut down the road her thoughts were going. All the familiar faces were present. Her Wednesday evening class was always full. She’d give them a good workout. She’d taught five sessions today already, and still she felt as if she could go on for days. Maybe she didn’t have a girlfriend anymore, but at least her lean muscle mass had increased after the break-up. “Do we have anyone new today?” Two people raised their hands. An older Chinese man with an impressive moustache and a blond lady who’d come in with Isabella. “Don’t overdo it the first time. Let your body get used to the new movements. And don’t lock your elbows when you punch.” Alex nodded at the newbies and shot them an encouraging smile. “I’m Alex and I’m here to kick your butt.” She grinned at the two dozen of people in front of her. “Let’s do it.” She searched for the first track on her iPod and began the class with a taxing warm-up. People who attended Bodycombat didn’t come to mess around. During the boxing round she locked eyes with the blond newcomer a few times, impressed with the intensity of her punches. Maybe she had as much frustration to burn as Alex. In all honesty, most people looked quite ridiculous when cleaving their fists through the air—always catching up to the beat, or racing way ahead—but the blonde had a certain elegance to her movements. After class, she walked up to Isabella, a faithful regular, and her companion. They both had sweat running out of their hair, their faces sporting a healthy pink flush. “Not bad for a first-timer.” Alex wiped her brow with a towel. “Will I be seeing you again?” “I really needed that.” The new woman had an Australian accent, just like Rita. “And yes, I might be persuaded.” She smiled confidently at Alex. “Excellent.” Another convert always filled Alex with professional pride. “What’s your name?” “Madison, but everyone calls me Maddie.” “Maddie it is then.” Alex noticed the peculiar colour of her eyes, not quite blue and not quite grey, but very distinct. “Let me know if you have any questions.” “Thanks.” Maddie curled the corners of her mouth into a smirk. “I’m about ready to collapse.” “You’ve earned it.” Alex shifted her attention to Isabella, whose shoulders stood out nicely in her tight lycra tank top. “You’re in great shape, Isabella. Keep it up.” “All because of you.” Isabella winked at her. She always messed with Alex's gaydar. Then again, most women in sweaty workout clothes did. “Have a nice evening, ladies. I hope to see you again on Friday.” They both nodded enthusiastically. Alex shot them one last smile and headed out of the studio to make room for the next class. She was done for today. Back home, her new home, she had two more boxes to unpack, and then she’d be done with Rita too. She’d moved out as soon as she’d found out about Rita’s extracurricular activities with her teacher, crashing on Nat’s couch the first night. The next day, Nat had made up the spare bed in what had fast become Alex's new room. “Frankly, I don’t need the rent money but I could sure do with the company,” Nat had said. “I hate living alone.” Without even looking for it, Alex had found a new place to live. In a building she’d never be able to afford on her own. With Nat no less, for whom she’d had a soft spot since meeting her three years ago. A small silver lining to a very dark cloud. “Did you knock the wind out of them, roomie?” Nat asked as Alex entered the apartment. “I’m sure some will have difficulty getting up in the morning.” Nat sat at the wooden dining table in the silver glow of her flipped open laptop, surrounded by a stack of dishevelled papers. “Where were you, anyway?” Nat took most of Alex's classes, assuring her rock hard abs Alex had, admittedly, glanced at a few more times than strictly necessary among flatmates. “The muse called… you know how it is.” Nat sipped from a glass of whiskey flanking her computer. Alex rolled her eyes. “We both know you hate the M-word and it’s only Wednesday. Go easy on that stuff.” She’d probably taken advantage of Alex's absence and brought a girl home for a few hours of no-strings-attached fun. “Yes, mom.” Nat leaned back in her chair and gave Alex her signature cocky smile. The one Alex was such a sucker for. “Did I miss any hotties?” “No one you’d be interested in.” Since her sudden break from Claire, Nat only went for younger women—plenty of them and never for longer than a fortnight. Alex sank down on the sofa and picked up the TV remote. “Has the great Nathalie Orange finished for the day? Can we finally watch Snow White and the Huntsman?” “I told you not to wait for me for your drooling session over Charlize Theron. And you know I prefer my entertainment a bit more intellectually stimulating.” Alex propped her feet up onto the coffee table. “Fine. Young Adult it is then.” “You’re an excellent negotiator, Pizza. I’ll give you that.” Nat closed the lid of her laptop and settled next to Alex. “I can live with that compromise.” Alex playfully nudged her in the ribs. “Don’t call me that.” “Only if you give me control over the remote.” “Never.” Alex dangled the remote in front of Nat’s face. “You’ll have me watch some pseudo-intellectual indie movie again where no one ever stops talking.” She fixed her eyes on Nat’s bright blue ones. “I still haven’t forgiven you for Synecdoche, New York. Two hours of my life I’ll never get back.” “May I respectfully remind you that you slept through more than an hour of that unrecognised masterpiece.” “You can hardly blame me for that.” Alex used the remote to flick to the iTunes movie channel and sank down into the soft cushions of the couch until her shoulder comfortably rested against Nat’s. MADDIE Maddie couldn’t wait for her morning espresso as she stepped into the elevator at seven thirty. Her muscles ached from last night’s workout, especially in the area around her shoulders, which felt as if it had taken a nasty beating. Good thing the instructor was cute, she thought as the elevator stopped on the forty-second floor. “Morning,” a cheerful voice Maddie vaguely recognised chirped. She looked up and stared straight into Alex's eyes. “Hey.” Maddie certainly hadn’t expected to share her morning elevator ride with the sexy gym instructor. “What a surprise.” “A welcome one I hope.” Alex beamed a broad smile and Maddie wondered how someone could look so fresh and energised at this ungodly hour of the day. “Not too sore today?” “Yeah, about that…” Maddie shifted her weight to her other foot. “Do you do massages?” The words just slipped out, surprising Maddie. She wasn’t the flirting type anytime before noon. “There’s an idea.” Alex stroked her chin pensively. “Break ‘em and then fix ‘em. A potential gold mine.” She grinned at Maddie. “I just moved in so I may need some time to set up.” Maddie snickered at Alex's playful repartee. The elevator chimed twice, indicating they had reached the ground floor. “Down the escalator I presume?” Maddie had a hard time peeling her gaze away from her companion’s pronounced biceps as she held her backpack over her shoulder. “Just like everyone else on this mountain.” Alex exited the building with what seemed like a spring in her step. “But not without fuelling up on coffee first.” “That makes two of us.” They walked the short distance to the escalator in silence and slid down to the street below. Maddie perked up at the sight of her favourite coffee house. And the company she was keeping. Ever the numbers’ person, she did wonder how much money gym instructors made to be able to afford rent on the forty-second floor of a prime real estate location like The Ivy. Alex gallantly held the door of The Bean open for her, sparking the question if she might be of the same sexual persuasion. Maddie made a mental note to ask Isabella, who would surely know. She had a better eye for lesbians in this town. Maddie didn’t have a clue, which was probably why she had ended up fumbling with a married woman behind closed doors for the past six months. “Busy day ahead?” What was that accent? The sexy instructor definitely had Chinese blood running through her veins, but it was mixed with something darker and more exotic. “Always.” They shuffled forward in the line to place their order. “As good as married to the job.” “What do you do?” Alex's dark eyes locked with hers and Maddie felt something flutter in her belly. “Ah, the most frequently asked question in this city.”...