The Lesbian President: Girls Kissing Girls, #7

By Lee Cushing

Eleanor was first first woman elected to the position of President of The United States and was unmarried, but when her mother's dying wish was for her to find the happiness of love her secret was revealed when she met Sydney Sullivan. She was gay.

 

 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lee Cushing
• Release date: Jul 1, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223845317

Lee Cushing

Lee Cushing is a paranormal thriller author and a lifelong fan of the occult. Having become obsessed with supernatural folklore and the world of horror from an early age, Lee has spent years studying tales of the occult and immersing himself in stories of otherworldly phenomenon. He’s also the owner of a number of vampire and horror-related groups in Facebook, where fellow fans of the supernatural come together to celebrate and discuss all things paranormal.  His debut novel, Voodoo Mambo, blends high-stakes action and shadowy agencies with a dark underworld of demonic creatures and their insidious plots to attack humanity. Lee draws his inspiration from classic horror movies – including Hammer and Universal – as well as beloved TV shows including Doctor Who, Supernatural, The Avengers, and Buffy The Vampire Slayer. 

Book preview

CHAPTER ONE

Eleanor wriggled into an oversized sweatshirt and immediately walked out of the dress she took off, leaving a shape on the floor. She picked up her remote controller from the table and turned off the TV, tossing it on the couch at the same beat.

It had been weeks, but the media still made it feel like a happening of yesterday, making her dread turning in her television — in a good way. She picked up her dress and her eyes landed on a news magazine that her assistant had brought alongside her coffee.

The National Spotlight was known for its hot delivery of information, hence, a portrait of her wearing her possible best official exterior was beautifully featured on the front cover:

Historic Breakthrough: Eleanor Turner shatters the highest glass ceiling, paving the way for a new era of female leadership in the Oval Office.

Over the week, she has read variations of the same headline, and could only help but feel grateful that she lived a very private life prior to that, because if she had anything beyond her circle of friends, she would not just mute her phone and keep it faced down at all times, she would have asked for new numbers because her number will be blown up with congratulatory messages and whatnot.

In the same fashion as her phone, Eleanor quickly turned the news magazine face down. More than anything, she wanted to unwind and be everything but the first female president. Her concerns were more about what she could do in the office and less about the congratulatory messages and presents.

A couple of weeks ago, she informed her assistant to keep the presents that wouldn’t stop coming and help her reply to their notes. She had a knack for personally returning notes like that, but at the moment, they threatened to overwhelm her.

One time, she took her time to draft notes as replies to everyone who had taken time to celebrate her on her birthday, paying attention to the hearts she drew all over the letters, ensuring that their names were correctly written and that all the notes were mailed to the correct address.

Then, it was feasible because she only had to write a limited number of notes, considering the number of persons she had a write to.

Now, she could tell in a heartbeat that it was not a good use of her time. The notes she wrote were based on her personal knowledge of the people, however, these ones were coming from people she didn’t know until she won the election.

Eleanor let out a deep sigh, unfolding her legs to use her toes to ring her assistant. Her cross-legged self was savoring the fine taste of the buttery and milky blend in the popcorn she was snacking on. She had requested for it after suddenly craving not just the taste but the relaxation that came from it.

Unlike most kids she knew while growing up, she had a deplorable dislike for ice cream. Eleanor would easily engage in ice-cream slandering among her peers in a bid to aggravate