Velvet Love: Girls Kissing Girls, #19

By Lee Cushing

It is the 1930's and Gracie Powell was a married movie star who was living a lie, her marriage to Alfred Powell was a sham, set up to hide her attraction to other women.

 

Virginia Parsons was a respected school teacher, beloved by her students, lying to her colleagues about her sexuality.

 

When Gracie picked up Virginia at a bar frequented b women who enjoyed the company and love of other women, their friendship rapidly turned to romance and then love as the two women grew closer ina world where such feelings were taboo.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lee Cushing
• Release date: May 17, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224351411

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

Velvet Love

Chapter One

I don’t think this is right for me.

The man paused in his gesticulating, his hands frozen in the air and his enthusiastic words petering to a halt. He blinked, and then he scowled. He glanced at me with his brown eyes hidden beneath the cavernous covering of his bushy brows.

What do you mean, Powell? His tone made it seem as if it was less of a question and more of a dare of some kind. He was goading me, challenging me into responding in some sad attempt to intimidate me. With the ease of a woman practiced at letting the sharp vitriol of the faceless masses and envious sycophants slide off her back, I ignored him and acted as if I was oblivious to his confrontational tone. I simply shrugged and doubled down.

I mean, I signed into this project with the assumption that my character was supposed to be the heroine.

But she is, the man, who was supposed to be her director, interrupted with belligerent indignation, and Gracie skillfully stamped out a surge of irritation. It wouldn’t do to lose her cool now.

Well, I’m afraid we might both have different interpretations of what being a heroine might mean then, Mr. Bordeaux.

Are you insinuating...

She stopped him in his tracks with a raised finger, an instinctive reaction that she almost immediately regretted. Still, she had already done and she couldn’t take it back. Judging from his rapidly purpling face, the director already wasn’t happy at her behavior. Sad, but expected.

As far as I’ve seen, she continued, I’m supposed to portray some airheaded harpy of a woman with the agency and self-awareness of a particularly troublesome flint. I mean, she doesn’t even have the grace to be a proper damsel in distress! The picture you painted when you brought this to me, and what I’m actually experiencing now seem to be entirely different things, sir.

Mr. Bordeaux bore her rant with the condescending air of a man who thought he knew better. Gracie was well versed in facial contortions like that, no matter how subtle the one wearing them might try to be. Not for the first time, she wondered why those people who actually knew nothing tended to lord themselves over those who knew better. Oh well. Such was the unfortunate state of the world, she supposed.

When she concluded her speech, he waved his hand absentmindedly, as if her objections were not worth the air she used to voice them.

Your misgivings, he stressed the word like it had personally offended him somehow, do not exactly hold weight now. I’ve already cleared this with your manager, and you’ve already signed in this project, so if you really have any problems with what I’m doing here, please, you know the way to the door. I’m sure Mr. Powell would be delighted to hear of your second thoughts. He said, before handing her the stapled sheaf of papers that he’d been exulting a minute prior before sauntering off with the wounded air of someone insulted.

For a moment, Gracie was tempted to call out to him and lambast him with several choice words that would adequately express what exactly she