From the Publisher
"No lesbian erotica anthology could be tailored more to my taste than this one filled with hot stories about sporty lesbians. (Because there are not a lot of things in life that I love more than sporty lesbians.) Please, Cleis Press, can you make this an annual series?"
"Well described, believable and with likeable characters throughout, Girls Who Score managed to never felt repetitive despite the obviously strong jock theme in each story."
"Goyanes’s stories are so comfortable; they feel like your own. She also has a keen wit and isn’t afraid to use it."
D. L. King, author of The Harder She Comes
Read an Excerpt
From the introduction:
“Lucky Number Three,” Beth Wylde’s story about a hockey player who gives her all during the championship game – both on the ice and in the locker room -- reminded me of the fact that women even played hockey (I chalk my lapse in memory to the fact that I live in a tropical climate where hockey is just an afterthought).
Sinclair Sexsmith, who has forever redefined the term “gym bunny” for me, knocked my calf-length tube socks off with “A Good Workout.” Not only does the story involve a pairing that I find both rare and almost unbearably hot, but the description of their “workout” lingers long after you turn the last page.
“Give and Go” by Anna Watson really hits home with its realism. I have always been fond of Watson’s work, but this story particularly touched me because I can sympathize with the main character about how hard it is to find the time to fuck your wife between running errands, running children, and running away from deadlines (be they work or otherwise). “Give and Go” also touches on the sobering (and titillating) reality of being a lone dyke in a locker room full of naked, “straight” girls.
The characters in Kiki DeLovely’s story, “Facing the Music,” don’t have to worry about kids, chores, or any of that mundane nonsense. They can (and do) get it on just about any time, anywhere. JT Langdon’s “Boot Camp” reminds us that a little motivation goes a long way and the characters in Delilah Devlin’s “Playing the Field” are so devilishly endearing, that I wish I could call upon some Disney magic to turn them into real live girls.
“Hail Mary” by Shanna Germain, resonates with me because it serves as the standard by which all “serious” erotica should be judged. Erotica can take many forms, from the purely entertaining fluff piece designed to push you over the edge to the poignant literary masterpiece that also contains some smoldering sex scenes. The only common denominator is (or should be) eroticism. There needs to be some sweet sex, some scandalous sexual tension – something sexy somewhere in the story. And although I love whimsical, entertaining erotica, I get an electrical charge out of reading a really great story that happens to have sex in it. “Hail Mary” is that story.