You didn’t think there was such a thing, huh? Well, I am here to prove otherwise.

Spiders, Lesbian Adventure Club: Book 9 has its very own cover and is one thread of a spiderweb away from completion. Hopefully, we’re talking July for its release.

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Seems I was able to abscond with Chapter 2 of the as-yet-unfinished Lesbian Adventure Club Book 9! You are amazed, I know. I would be amazed, too, if I wasn’t so impatient for the author to: Get the damn thing done!

If you didn’t read Chapter 1, please do so here. Otherwise, what follows will make even less sense than our LAC meetings sometimes do all on their own.

Chapter 2

The screw ducked into the kitchen again, this time returning with a huge sheet of paper. "It’s really quite simple," she said, and I figured I was not the only one to doubt that. She tacked the sheet to the wall and explained, "Bottom line is that if Holly would do it, it’s probably acceptable."

"Probably? That’s not very specific for a law, Detective McCallister."

"What the hell is this anyway? Is Holly princess for a day?"

"Every day," Laura said, and she and Holly started laughing and swiftly moved onto kissy-face activities.

"Hell, if Holly would kissy-face, it’s probably acceptable for us to do it, huh?"

"I say we go for it!"

"Yeah!"

Partner seized partner, and overdramatic smacks and mmm’s filled the room. Then, laughter erupted. And just when I thought maybe the weekend would not be so bad, an ear-piercing, head-exploding whistle sounded. We looked to the screw standing there, a referee’s whistle on a white cord being whipped in a circle with her index finger.

"Did anybody read the laws?" she haughtily inquired. "I suggest you read number six."

All eyes darted to the dreaded list.

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Check out the Women’s International Music Festival … in Ohio, this August.

Our books are going to be there! Raffle, raffle, raffle.

But seriously, why the hell didn’t they ask us to perform?

Ten fictional characters up there on stage: imagine that! Shit, we know the Beaver Song! Holy shit, Susan knows Kumbayha! Okay, maybe no one would want to hear that. Um… Holly and Laura could give a twirly kissy-face demonstration! Who the hell would not want to see that … besides me? Um… How about a SwearFest? How about the lot of us doing our naked cannonballs off the pier off the stage? There ya go! … Okay, maybe not.

Well, if readers can live vicariously through characters, then these characters will have to live vicariously through our readers. It is indeed a sad day. Get the ice cream.

Yeeha! The seventh book, Scraps, got a 5-star review over on Rainbow Reviews.

There’s a link to the review in the menu to your left. I hope you’ll read it. Scraps was a toughie for me, so although the review has good things to say, I don’t like reading it. No throat demon for this chick.

However, how could a girl not blush with gratitude for being referred to as “well developed”?

There I was, hanging out at the author’s desk, waiting, waiting, waiting. Bored, I started snooping. Curdling lattes. Reading glasses. Bottle caps. My biography. Antacids. (No connection to the biography, I’m sure.) Oh, what’s this? First-draft first chapter of Lesbian Adventure Club Book 9! Holy shit, the mother lode! … Hmm, tentatively titled Spiders. That’ll do. That’ll do. It had to be an S-word, and a mighty fine one it is.

It’s not really stealing if it has your name on it, is it? Nah!

Chapter 1

What the hell?

"Oh, for Christ’s sake!"

"Holy shit! Holy frickin’ shit!"

Claudia shoved the car into park, and we just stared at it.

It was a Lesbian Adventure Club weekend. Those were generally good things, splendid things, but when our hostesses were none other than Holly and Laura, apprehension tended to overwhelm the usual excitement. Sitting in front of their house on a subzero January morning, I realized not one iota of that apprehension had been wasted. Oh, hell no.

With my jaw hanging, I looked to Claudia and found her in the same state of shock. My head turned back to the front of their house just to see it once more. I figured that maybe if I blinked it would not be there upon the eyelid grand opening. Three times, I tried. Three times, I failed.

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