Lesbian Erotic Romance Bundle

By Leslie Laye

Three romantic sizzling lesbian stories in one amazingly priced bundle!

 
Warmth in the Wastelands
In a post-apocalyptic world, Jasmine must find a drug, Cyreme, that will stave off the effects of the poisonous gas that permeates the atmosphere, or she dies. Cyreme is found in locked-up warehouses that dot the empty landscape, and Jasmine stumbles upon one that’s untouched—but impenetrable. 

Sarah is one of the few that managed to avoid becoming addicted to the drug Cyreme, but now has to live her life under an oppressive mask or risk dying. She has the equipment needed to break into any building she wishes for food, but she has to win Jasmine’s trust before Jasmine will let Sarah anywhere near the untouched warehouse. 

A post-apocalyptic world is a lonely one, and these two women must work together and let down their walls in order to survive. 

Taking Flight
Lauren's vacation in the mountains is interrupted by a flash of light tumbling towards Earth. When she investigates she discovers the most beautiful creature that she's ever laid eyes on: an angel. She brings her back to her cottage to heal and comfort her, and to learn the story of how this angel fell from Heaven.

Lesbian Outlaws
Betsy moved out west with her family so her father could find his fortune, but everything went to hell after her mother died. Her father started drinking, and Betsy has to keep their bar running single-handedly while her father stumbles around in a drunken stupor. She dreams of better things and better places, but she's trapped.

Until a roaming band of female outlaws comes into town. Their leader, the illustrious Amber the Hard-hearted is horrified at Betsy's living conditions and frees her and her sister from their father, sacks the town, and escapes. Betsy is eternally grateful for everything that Amber does for her, and knows how to show her gratitude.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Thompson-Corner Publications
• Release date: Apr 3, 2015
• ISBN: 9781507070505

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Lesbian Erotic Romance Bundle

by Leslie Laye

A Thompson-Corner Publication

Copyright © 2015 by Leslie Laye

All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the brief use of quotations in a book review

Table of Contents

Warmth in the Wastelands

Taking Flight

Lesbian Outlaws

About Leslie Laye

Lesbian Erotic Romance Bundle

Warmth in the Wastelands

A government warehouse. It peeked up over the hill, that oh-so-familiar spire sticking up over the front door. I couldn't stem my excitement as I scrambled up the side of the dirt hill, clods of mud running through my toes.

The building stretched in front of me, dangerous and intimidating, its domed ceiling reaching up towards the sky. I sprinted to the front door and slammed into it, my hands scrambling at the metal, searching for some kind of entrance.

No, no— I hissed. There was no handle. The keypad next to the door had been slammed in, as if with a hammer. I pried the cover off, but the panel was completely destroyed. Several soft buttons drifted out of it and slid to the ground.

I knew it was fruitless, but I dug through the wiring, trying to piece together something that would lead the door to opening. But I'm not an electrician by any definition of the word, and I had to give up soon enough.

Okay, okay, calm down, Jasmine, I muttered. Maybe someone blew a hole in the wall. Maybe there's another way in. Compounds have more than one door, right?

No, compounds didn't come with more than one door. I knew that. But I stepped back, looked at the walls, searching for any kind of hint of an entrance. A window. A garage.

But government warehouses were storage units. There wasn't supposed to be a lot of activity around them, even before The Event. They were supposed to be hard to break into, and they decided that having only one entrance was the best way to do it.

I stepped over a bit of collapsed chain link fencing as I circled the building, sometimes cutting through it with my sorry excuse for a knife. It took me nearly an hour to walk around the entire thing. There were no holes in the wall, no holes dug in the ground around it. No that anyone had been able to get inside. On one hand, that meant that it most likely still had its supplies of food and gear and cures, but that also meant that no one else had managed to break in.

I returned to the door and pawed at it. I needed my cure. The oppressive gas that bathed the landscape was starting to sear my lungs and it had been over two weeks since I had my last dosage. I coughed—no blood yet. At least I still had that. But it wouldn't be long before it dug itself into my lungs and ended my life.

I grabbed a rock and tried to bash in the door, but it did nothing except dent the metal. I had a hammer a month back, but someone had stolen it from me, and I hadn't manage to find another. Maybe there were more inside, but that required me to actually get inside.

I sat down next to the door and sighed, gas burning my lungs.

Two years ago a medical compound had exploded, and many drugs and chemicals that had, up to that point, been saving people's lives, mixed together and started to end them. The chemicals quickly got up into the atmosphere and spread across the globe. Plants and humans died en masse, and only a select few were able to be given a cure before the population was almost completely wiped out.

I was one of those few people. I would call myself lucky, if it weren't for the untested side effects of the cure. Anemia. Loss of weight. Mottled green skin that peeled back from the fingernails. Also an addiction that, even if the gas didn't kill you, your insanity from withdrawal would do it for you.

We weren't humans, yet we still crawled around on planet Earth, looking for the government warehouses that dotted the surface, meant to house goods to help people survive in the aftermath of the Event. But too many people died, and no one survived that knew how to open up the buildings. We were left behind to break in to whatever warehouses we could, or we would die.

And here I was, right in front of one of those warehouses, my cure within reach, and I couldn't get to it.

I slumped against the door, digging my bare toes into the dirt beneath my feet. If only the poison gas didn't kill off all The the as well, then maybe we could start growing things again, making a civilization. But no, we were stuck being scavengers.

The sun dipped down below the horizon, and the temperature started to drop. Hazy clouds prevented most of the warmth from making it through the atmosphere, and it was colder than it used to be. I pulled my threadbare blanket out of my backpack and wrapped it around myself before burrowing myself into a small ditch near the door. I didn't want anyone else coming up and