The novel takes place in high tech silicon valley. Vanessa, a young blonde nurse with a heart of gold, has been having a bad streak when it comes to matters of the heart. Despite her good looks and compassion for others, she has been unlucky in love. A chance encounter online after taking a risk with online dating leads her to a world of spies, deception and intrigue. Also available as a trilogy of novellas, A Lesbian Romance is the entire trilogy, a full novel. Content includes scenes of an adult nature including lesbian sex, first time oral, tribbing and use of toys including a strap-on. Adults over 18 only. Excerpt from chapter 1: The drunken co-ed leaned heavily over the bar, her ample chest almost pressed into the seated woman’s face. Her pretty, tanned skin flushed slightly, while her blue eyes widened in surprise. “Do you mind?” Swaying, the young woman frowned, as if noticing how awkward her reach had been. “Sorry,” she slurred, “I was trying to get my drink.” Making a shooing motion, Vanessa pulled up her dress, the tight fitting tube showing off her frame and cleavage to good effect. “Let me give it to you,” she said after straightening. Even though the gesture was self-conscious, when the seated woman tugged up her dress, a dozen people nearby swiveled their heads to take a look. Her frame, outlined immaculately in the tight fitting dress, was the kind to turn heads and catch wondering eyes. Including the tipsy young co-ed. Her brunette hair was pulled back over her shoulder in a simple pony tail, which she tugged as she straightened, eyes wide and eyeing the blonde woman’s incredible physique. “I’ve been drinking,” she muttered, voice pitched low, “But I think I’d like that.” With the rum and coke held carefully in her hands, the blonde woman paused, holding it out and tilting her head to the side. Her hair was bound up in a french twist, held in place by decorative chopsticks. “I’m Vanessa,” she said, handing the drink to the younger woman. “What did you mean by that?” Taking the drink, the younger woman drained half the glass and then squeezed in between the footstools, her legs brushing up against the seated woman. Vanessa shivered, the younger woman’s jean clad thighs pressing closer than was decent. Flushed slightly, she reached out, past the younger woman, and grabbed the arm of the nearest steak-head. “Excuse me!” Muscle brain turned, grinning when he saw Vanessa’s outfit, and then his white teeth popped even more when he saw the young co-ed practically standing in between her bare knees. “Can I buy you a drink?” Smooth, baritone and confident, his voice matched his hair and polo shirt, replete with popped collar. “You can give my friend your stool,” Vanessa quipped, her blue eyes flashing. “Is chivalry dead or something?” “Sure,” muscle brain replied, his tanned cheeks flushing slightly. “Anything you need, ladies,” he said, looking to the side, his eyes widening at the sight of the younger woman. She stood, pony hair tied back over her shoulder, ample breasts sticking out from a plain, low cut black shirt. “Can I buy you the next round?” Pausing, he made a show of flexing his biceps as he stepped back from the bar. Any other evening, Vanessa would have been interested in taking advantage of him, maybe even more than once. “Listen,” Vanessa said, her girlish voice sounding flat above the cacophony of the dive bar. “I’d love another round.