Roll With Me (Lesbian Light Reads 10)

By Elizabeth Andre

Can they stop running long enough to let love catch up with them?

Chloe is a former runner turned wheelchair racer with MS who doesn’t want sympathy or to be saved. She just wants to fall in love. When she meets Rachel, a fellow runner with long hair and beautiful legs, they initially fall for each other, but Chloe is not a regular wheelchair user and is able to keep her disability a secret.

Rachel senses that Chloe is holding something back, and this secret tears their relationship apart. For them to be together, Chloe has to let Rachel run past her denial and roll even closer to her heart.

Roll With Me is the tenth book in the Lesbian Light Reads series, but each book stands alone. This lesbian contemporary love story includes graphic sex and is intended for adults only.

Excerpt:
Two months after the break up, I was ready for something more than hanging out with Joss and watching her pick up some girl almost wherever we went out. It wasn’t like she ever abandoned me. Some men followed the bros before hos philosophy, and Joss followed something similar, although we could never figure out a way to lesbianize that saying or make it less sexist. I was just starting to feel ready for my own girl. My memories of ponytail girl were fading, and the lakefront trail had not provided any recent late-night fantasy fodder. I’d been out a couple of times with Arturo pushing along the lakefront trail since that one Saturday, but I hadn’t seen that beautiful woman with the ponytail and the dimple again.
I never had done a one-night stand unless I expected it to be more than that, and I didn’t see that changing, even though I was horny as hell. I had already moved through and past the no-one-will-ever-love-me-again phase. I was starting to feel lovable again. It was time for me to look for my next serious relationship.
Joss and I agreed that something more serious was far more likely at a lesbian dining out social than a loud bar. She was willing to give up the Ace of Clubs event at Queen for one night to be my wingwoman for this weekend’s outing (a lesbian singles night) at a local Thai sushi restaurant. It wouldn’t have surprised me, though, if she hooked up there. She was that smooth.
Over spicy tuna rolls and crab Rangoon, Joss chatted with a real estate agent who seemed more interested in selling her a condo than in going home with her and a woman who expressed harsh judgment on lesbians who hung out at bars and clubs and slept around.
Joss smirked and blew her a kiss. “Don’t worry. You’re not my type anyway.” Then she turned to me and said loud enough for the woman to hear, “You don’t have to do what I do, but slut shaming is just plain wrong.”
I liked Joss. She had a good point that I’d heard her make several times before. The judgmental woman disappeared into another conversation. Then I saw her. Her dark brown curls were no longer in a ponytail and hung down past her shoulders. She was wearing a pale pink sleeveless cotton dress with four buttons that ran down from the neckline. The first two buttons were undone, showing off the beginning of her cleavage. She smiled, and the dimple I wanted to lose myself in got a little bigger.
“Well, look who just got hungry,” Joss said.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tulabella Ruby Press
• Release date: Apr 20, 2018
• ISBN: 9781370908721

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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Roll With Me

Lesbian Light Reads 10

By

Elizabeth Andre

Published by Tulabella Ruby Press

Copyright 2017 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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Bodies in Motion

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Lesbian Light Reads Volumes 1-6 Boxed Set

The Beauty Queen Called Twice

Skating on Air

Someone Like Her

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

Thanks to Ken, Megan, Hillary, Mark, Allen, and Elana for their dating expertise.

A special thanks to our beta readers Carlos, Dana, and Josh.

Dedicated to Dare2Tri One Inspires Many

Table of Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

About Elizabeth Andre

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Roll With Me

Lesbian Light Reads 10

by

Elizabeth Andre

Chapter One

Nice bike! she yelled as she ran past me, her long brunette ponytail bobbing back and forth with every footfall.

I knew she meant it as a compliment as she jogged by, but that didn’t stop me from feeling a little frustrated. I understood why someone not familiar with racing wheelchairs like mine might think it’s a bike. I climbed out of my frustration when I remembered that most people didn’t really know much about wheelchair racing, and that was okay. Anyway, I was having too much fun to bother to enlighten anyone at this moment.

I estimated, by the ponytailed runner’s pace, that she was doing ten-minute miles. By the sound her feet made hitting the asphalt on the path, I guessed she was near the end of a long run. By the curves of her calves and her hips, I guessed she had been a runner for a while, definitely not a beginner.

I used to run ten-minute miles. I used to run them with Jayne, my girlfriend—make that ex-girlfriend—who had since moved in with the gal she cheated on me with. I loved running. Now, I pushed Purple Fire, which is what I called my racing wheelchair. This gal was about to learn that I wasn’t in a bike and the only reason she passed me was because we were going uphill. The incline was about to change, and so was my speed.

I started heading downhill. I loved how the wind felt flowing past my skin. I yelled as I approached ponytail gal, It’s not a bike! Wheelchair racer heading downhill! Yeehah!

She stepped aside, and we locked eyes for just a moment as I passed. She smiled and nodded. She was cute, with a huge dimpled smile and a nose that angled slightly to the left. Then I was gone, leaving her to plod behind me, doing her ten-minute miles.

Running with someone again would be nice, but I didn’t have time to dwell on that. I was back on the flat and had to push again.

The confusion about racing wheelchairs could stem from the fact that they were made out of bicycle parts and had three wheels. A small wheel was attached to a long fork on the front. There were two larger wheels on the sides with push rims, but that was another misnomer. In a day chair, you actually did grab the rims on the sides of the wheels and pushed. In a racing chair, you had to wear these super tough leather gloves that were Velcroed to bind your hands into fists. Then you punched the rims. It was brutal, which meant that I hadn’t been able to maintain a decent manicure since I switched from running to wheelchair racing.

Another interesting fact: some wheelchair racers didn’t have any use of their legs and felt nothing in them. Some were double amputees and didn’t have legs at all. Others, like me, had some use of our legs and lots of feeling in them. I could stand. I could walk almost a mile. Most people looked at me and didn’t realize I had a disability, but multiple sclerosis ended running for me. My legs didn’t always do what I told them to do, what I wanted them to do.

Wheelchair racing was so much fun. It gave me my freedom back, at least some of it.

I did have well-meaning friends who would say things like, Chloe, why don’t you just go swimming? I did go swimming on a regular