Gaia's Garden Episode 1: Gaia's Garden

By Jasmine Bishop

Following a family tragedy, Iris and Bobbi are bequeathed a house in the peaceful seaside community of Artemis Harbor. Iris takes up a job at a nearby restaurant, Gaia's Garden, where she discovers an alluring realm of earth magic. However, there are other secrets lurking within the town that they have yet to uncover.

Gaia's Garden Episode 1 is a 10,000 word story, the introduction to a paranormal lesbian erotic romance serial. Episode 2 already available and Episode 3 scheduled to release shortly. This intriguing tale is intended for mature readers aged 18 and above, as it features explicit content. Dive into the sensual world of Artemis Harbor and explore the mysteries that await!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Heartness Crane Publishing
• Release date: Apr 10, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215367353

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Gaia's Garden Episode 1

Gaia's Garden

Jasmine Bishop

Published by Heartness Crane Publishing, 2023.

This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

GAIA'S GARDEN EPISODE 1

First edition. April 10, 2023.

Copyright © 2023 Jasmine Bishop.

ISBN: 979-8215367353

Written by Jasmine Bishop.

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Gaia's Garden Episode 1

Also By Jasmine Bishop

When we arrived at Prescott House, the movers had already started unloading our furniture. We watched in horror as Bobbi’s antique dresser slid down the ramp and slammed on the ground.

These guys are the worst, she said. We should have gone with someone else. Anyone else.

I sighed as she parked and rushed out of the car, waving her arms. We’d spent the last few hours of the trip in silence, exhausted from our week-long drive. I’d even snapped at her a couple of times, which I’d immediately apologized for. It was all I could do to watch the GPS on her phone count down the miles as we approached the Maine coast.

I undid my seatbelt and stepped out. As I stretched my legs and breathed in the salt air, I got my first real look at our new home. The pictures Bobbi had shown me didn’t do it justice.

Prescott House had been built in the 1820s and completely renovated in the early ‘70s by Bobbi’s grandfather, the recently deceased Robert Prescott. It was an imposing stone structure that sat on five acres overlooking the small town of Artemis Harbor.

There’d better not be a scratch on it, or I’m going to be pissed, Bobbi told the movers. She lit a cigarette and peered inside the moving truck. You didn’t break anything, did you?

Calm down, lady, the man in charge said. We’re professionals. He set one hand on the dresser and wiped his brow with his shirt-sleeve. His two helpers continued stacking boxes in the driveway. You got the keys?

Give me a minute. Just start stacking the boxes on the porch, if you would.

Bobbi stomped back to the car, shaking her head. Still glad we hired these guys?

I mean, I guess we could have done it ourselves.

She smiled for the first time in three days. Ha. That’s a good one. Can you imagine it?

We wouldn’t have lasted five minutes. Your wardrobe alone would have killed us. I reached for her hand. I’m glad we can sleep in our own bed tonight. I couldn’t stand another night in a hotel. As she pulled her hand away, I realized what I’d said. I’m sorry.

You know it’s just business. I’ll be back in a couple of days. She fished the keys out of her pocket and headed for the door. It’s terrible timing.

The worst, I agreed. I followed and watched as she unlocked the large wooden door. It opened into an enormous front parlor. I didn’t know it was this big.

I showed you the photos, remember?

"Seeing it up close is different.