Right Time For Love (Lesbian Light Reads 5)

By Elizabeth Andre

It’s never too late for love...

When Hannah, a 65-year old retired nurse, goes on a Caribbean cruise with a bunch of her friends all she wants to do is win the euchre tournament. She’d like to fall in love, but suspects it may be too late for her.

When Hannah recognizes an old friend from decades ago, she starts to believe that it is never too late for love. Joyce is a fellow retired nurse who lost her husband five years before and hasn’t had love since. Hannah is afraid of being Joyce’s vacation lesbian experiment. Joyce never thought she would find love again, and it never occurred to her that love would take the form of a woman.

Together they navigate the rocky waters of love found when they both least expect it and discover that second chances are worth taking.

Right Time for Love is the fifth book in the Lesbian Light Reads series, but each book can stand alone. This lesbian contemporary love story includes graphic sex and is intended for adults only.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tulabella Ruby Press
• Release date: Nov 11, 2016
• ISBN: 9781370945610

Elizabeth Andre

Elizabeth Andre is a lesbian in an interracial same-sex marriage. She lives in the Midwest and loves things that go bump in the night.

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Right Time For Love

Lesbian Light Reads 5

by

Elizabeth Andre

Published by Tulabella Ruby Press

Copyright 2015 Elizabeth Andre/All Rights Reserved

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All characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is strictly coincidental.

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Learning to Kiss Girls

Love’s Perfect Vintage

Lesbian With Dog Seeks Same

Bodies in Motion

Landing Love

Lesbian Light Reads Volumes 1-6 Boxed Set

The Beauty Queen Called Twice

Skating on Air

Someone Like Her

Roll With Me

Stop and Go

Nice Jewish Girls

Lesbian Light Reads Volumes 7-12 Boxed Set

Love Most Likely

Joy For Julie

Give Me Thorns: A Lesbian BDSM Romance

Editor: Cassandra Pierce

Cover design consultants: Andy, Marc, Patty and Josh

Right Time For Love

Lesbian Light Reads 5

by

Elizabeth Andre

Saturday: Embark, New Orleans

Whiplash. What a way to start a vacation. Okay. I might be exaggerating a bit, but it sure felt like whiplash. I saw Joyce, one of the many desires that had passed through my life unfulfilled and unpursued. She gave me whiplash. When you’re 65 like me you have more past than future, and she was from my far-off past. I hadn’t seen her in so long.

I first saw her at the orientation for the euchre tournament. I knew she looked familiar, but I didn’t realize who she was until the welcome reception. I had come on this cruise with my friends Anne Marie, Frankie and Carol, to play cards and get some sun. We didn’t care where the ship went, and we didn’t expect any hooking up. Honestly, I’d been single for so long that I’d gotten used to it. I didn’t expect that to change any time soon.

I had played euchre for a long time. It was one of the things that kept me and my friends together all these years. We’d taken several cruises, but never one where there was a euchre tournament. When Anne Marie, a fellow single lesbian, heard about this one we decided we had to do it. Frankie and Carol, coupled for so long that they frequently said the same thing in unison, teased us, saying that if we played our cards right—ha! ha!—we might be able to pick up some nice ladies while on board.

I had laughed and probably said something roguish because that’s what they expected. But at the cocktail party, when I realized that the woman with deep brown eyes who had looked familiar at orientation was someone from my long ago past, I wasn’t feeling roguish. Mainly, I was feeling a bit melancholy.

I have mostly had a good life. I worked hard as an ER nurse in the busiest trauma unit in one of the biggest cities in the country. Sometimes, I felt superhuman, especially when I was younger and working double shifts. I had dated a lot of women and been in three long-term relationships, the last of which wrapped up about seven years ago. They all ended pretty much for the same reason each time. I worked a lot. Well, too much if my exes are to be believed. They were probably right. I never did drugs. Working in a busy, understaffed ER was my drug.

By the time I retired a few years ago, I was exhausted and alone. My mother and my uncle had taught me how to play euchre when I was kid. I played from time to time as an adult. I had taught a few of my nursing school classmates how to play. I really threw myself into it after I retired. I may have been single, but I had loads of friends. I even started helping organize tournaments at the LGBT center. I wanted to play euchre at sea, but I had to admit I was also looking forward to the romance of it all. Moonlight reflected on water gently lapping at the hull of the ship. Lounging on the deck with fruity drinks. Maybe with a beautiful woman. Over the past several months, I’d watched my downstairs neighbor, Jordan, and her girlfriend Ciara get closer. They really seemed very happy. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a bit envious. I was sentimental enough that I wanted to experience all the romance a cruise ship could offer and more with someone special.

I loved my friends, but I knew in my heart that I wanted, that I needed, that I deserved more.

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I knew I should have been paying more attention at the orientation, but the preliminary stuff for these tournaments always bored me to tears. I knew how to play, and the rules didn’t change. Anne Marie was listening so I figured she would tell me if there was anything special I needed to know. She was better with details than me anyway. The people around me were far more interesting. I’d say there were nearly a hundred folks here for the tournament. We euchre players were but a fraction of the total cruise population of about 5,000, but I could already tell