These women will steal your heart while they play fast and loose with their own in this erotic bedroom farce that promises to leave you breathless.
Anika Rider, exclusive artist to the chronically bored. Anika, who by bloody-minded determination has clawed her way to the top despite her poor beginnings, her abusive drunken father. Anika, who has scoured the street-dirt from her hair and is making money hand-over-fist, now nudging at the cusp of international fame. Anika, who’s been found dead in New York City with her throat slit, just weeks before her breakthrough Frankfurt exhibition.
And Jorja. Jorja would die for Anika. In fact, she almost has. But while she yearns for Anika, she can depend on Claude, always at her beck and call. Claude, whose canvases hang in only the most exclusive galleries, and who intends to make Jorja his well-kept wife. A wife who writes a little on the side while caring for his aging mother and taking care of all his many other little needs. He’s spelling out exactly what he wants from her, along with what he is prepared to give. Near-freedom, with just one catch. And in exchange, he’ll keep her in luxury while she does as she pleases.
But Anika’s away, and Jorja’s bored.
Enter Zoë. Impossibly young, agonizingly beautiful, precocious, eager, and desperate to escape the ties that bind her to her past and to her small provincial life. Zoë, who boards a bus in Clayton leaving behind her married lover and his pregnant wife, her dead mother’s house and all her memories, travelling to the coast. Where there is rain. Where there are possibilities. Where she is just about to stumble right into Jorja’s willing arms.
Lullaby for Ginger by Lynnette D’anna
439 flowable pages
Fiction / Erotica / Queer Lit
“Smart fiction about obsessive love and sex without intimacy. The writing is thoroughly modern, and the prose is dark and thorny. D’anna’s characters are well drawn and the action reads like a microphone is hidden under the covers.” Sue Robins, Winnipeg Free Press
“A collision between sexuality, obsession, art, and pain, veering in tone from the gently sensual to the brutally painful.” Quill and Quire