Bliss Sinclair's life of dull routine and unhappiness makes her imagination the only place she can find fulfillment. Until she meets Regina, a provocative writer who pulls her out of her head and into a sensuously real world alive with flavors and sensations beyond any she'd ever imagined. This real world is exciting and rich with irresistible pleasures, but Sinclair quickly learns these pleasures are not what they seem.
She discovers that lust can simply be another illusion, and passion without love can poison just as easily as it redeems. To cleanse herself of Regina's poison, she escapes to Jamaica, the place where she was born, in hopes that the sun and ocean breezes will heal both old and new wounds. But among the brilliant flowers and crystal waters of the island, Sinclair finds ghosts from her past as well as strangers who challenge her very understanding of life and love.
From hidden grottos bubbling with desire to dangerous streets where violence is just a breath away, Sinclair must fight for the love she deserves, fight for herself, and for the life of satisfaction that was meant to be hers all along.
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Bliss Sinclair walked in from the rain, brushing sparkling raindrops from the sleeve of her gray suit. She stopped and shook herself like a cat. More droplets scattered, flying from her large haloing Afro to the carpet that lined the main lobby of the Volk Publishing building. People walked around her, some watching her display with amusement. Others were too focused on the clock, already beginning to chime nine a.m., to pay her any attention. She shrugged again, to better settle the jacket on her back and shoulders, and headed for the bank of elevators at the rear of the lobby. The gray carpet muffled the sound of her footsteps as she stepped into the chrome elevator and pressed the button for the twenty-third floor.
Just as the doors began to close, a woman slid quickly between them. She brought with her the light, mossy scent of Chanel #19 and nodded briefly at Sinclair before staring ahead at the mirrored wall of the elevator.
Despite her coolness, the woman immediately drew Sinclair's attention. She was a clever mixture of elements. Her hair was tamed Africa, thick and permed to tumble to her shoulders in shiny waves that framed her square-jawed, Anglo-Saxon face. Freckles sprinkled like brown sugar over her nose and cheeks. As Sinclair watched, a hint of a smile pulled at the woman's full mouth. She was beautiful, Sinclair decided. And her creamy milk and coffee skin looked delicious in silk.
"Hello." The woman's voice was a velvety southern drawl.
Sinclair slid her gaze to the elevator doors, embarrassed to be caught staring. "Hi."
The woman took Sinclair's reply as an invitation and looked fully at her travel companion, her mouth still curled in that almost-smile. "Do you work here?" she asked.
Realizing that the woman wasn't offended by her blatant ogling, Sinclair relaxed. "Yes, on the twenty-third floor."
"You must do some pretty expensive work for Volk to be that high up in the building."
"Not really, just a little accounting." Sinclair turned to look at the woman. "What are you doing here?"
A real smile captured her mouth. "I don't look like I work here?"
Sinclair figured that honesty was best in this case. "Not really."
"Then I must be a writer coming to meet with my editor."
"Ah. You've been published by us before?"
"A couple of books. Essays."
"Hmm." Sinclair sized the woman up again. She didn't seem at all like the intellectual type. Rather like a one of those hard-edged business women, in her tailored silk pantsuit. "I don't read much non-fiction, although I've been meaning to start."
"That's funny that you say that. I could never really get into fiction." The woman's mouth twitched. "I'm Regina, by the way."
Regina nodded just as the elevator doors slid open. "I guess I'll see you around."
"Sure." Sinclair watched the woman walk toward an unfamiliar cloister of offices. She blinked when the gunmetal gray doors closed, cutting off her view of the silk clad backside gliding down the hallway.
"Baby got back." Sinclair coughed when she realized she'd said that out loud. Still, she chuckled to herself as she stepped out onto the twenty-third floor and down the carpeted hall to her office. Shelly Romero, her secretary, was already at her desk when Sinclair walked in. Shelly looked like a child who'd come in for 'bring your daughter to work day' and just stayed. Dark hair in two pony tails, glitter eye shadow from the kids' section and barely-business attire. She was a liberal arts college graduate, still safely ensconced in her twenties and with ambitions of being a published poet. That ambition was what drew her to Volk Publishing three years ago and the belief that as long as she had some link with the publishing house she had a chance of having her first book published by them. As far as Sinclair knew, Shelly was still unpublished.
"Good morning, Shelly."
"Don't you look cheerful this morning?" Shelly grinned and handed over a large stack of mail. "Did you get lucky?"
"Wouldn't you like to know?" A smile shadowed Sinclair's mouth.
"Only if it involved more than one girl. Otherwise save it for the boys in the break room."
Sinclair rolled her eyes then stepped away as Shelly's phone rang and the secretary turned to answer it. Ever since Sinclair had "accidentally" walked into a lesbian bar uptown and ran into the younger woman over a year ago, they'd become more open with each other. Shelly was the closest thing she had to a friend in this city.
In her office she put her briefcase and purse away, humming a light tune under her breath. When she found herself tapping her feet to the same song as she opened the mail, Sinclair laughed softly, wondering at her sudden good mood. An image of the woman in the elevator immediately came to her. So what? Regina was an attractive woman. It wasn't like anything was likely to happen between them. Though a girl could dream ...
That night, Sinclair's boyfriend, Yuen, coaxed Sinclair out for a book release party, an event that she had offhandedly mentioned to him weeks ago and where his favorite author was launching her latest book. When they walked into the hotel ballroom it was chaos of flashbulbs, megawatt smiles, towering displays of food, and free-flowing alcohol.
"This is great," he whispered, tilting his head to kiss her cheek. "If I'd known you were this well connected I'd have asked you out years ago." His thick black hair fell over his eyes. He seemed nothing like the thirty-five-year-old lawyer he was. His full lips were more prone to smile than not and his slim youthful body could have easily belonged to a teenaged underwear model. There were days when Sinclair wondered what she was doing with him.
She lightly pinched his wrist. "It isn't that big of a deal. Everybody in the office gets an invitation."
When they walked through a mirrored archway, Sinclair gave her hair a discreet fluff and threaded her arm through Yuen's. Today, like most days, she wore her hair in a large Afro to rival Angela Davis'. The makeup she'd brushed on thankfully didn't look out of place. It was just enough to emphasize her full mouth and wide, slightly tilted eyes. Yuen once said that she looked like a hungry fox, beautiful but inclined to bite a hand off and swallow it whole if someone was stupid enough to try and get too close. It didn't help that there was a reddish cast to her skin. Sinclair acknowledged that she looked a bit too thin, but could think of no immediate remedy for the situation. She often just didn't feel like eating.
"Linnet's over there." Yuen drew Sinclair's attention to the author and her entourage who had set up a display on a large dais at the front of the room. The walls of the ballroom were lit with artfully done track lighting that brought the eye straight to the life-sized mockup of Linnet Costa's book cover. Naughty nubile angels were her latest obsession. Apparently they photographed well.
"And the best part is that the food and drinks are on the house," Sinclair teased.
"Nice." He sounded like a college kid let out for his first spring break.
The guest of honor was working the room well, looking wicked in head to toe fire-engine red. The latex and metal dress sparked as much conversation as her book. But she wore it well. Sinclair hoped that she looked half as good when she turned fifty.
"Go on and introduce yourself, Yuen. I'll be back here getting a bite to eat." He looked at Sinclair like he thought she was joking. "Go ahead," she said. "I won't leave without you."
"Funny. Since I drove."
Her smile faded as he walked away. She glanced at her watch. Two hours should be a reasonable amount of time to stay, she thought.
It was the woman from the elevator. Tonight she wore black slacks that sat low on her hips, emphasizing their soft curves and her flat belly. The blouse was a sheer white and showed off the lift of her slight breasts under a white camisole. Her hair was swept up in a French roll that made her seem taller than before. Still she had to be at least three inches shorter than Sinclair's five feet ten. Her scent, Chanel Coco if Sinclair's nose was correct, invited a closer inspection.
"Good to see you again," Sinclair said.
"Believe me, the feeling is mutual." Regina's glance traveled quickly down Sinclair's body, taking in the loosely draped copper dress and high heels. "I never figured you for a Costa fan."
"I'm sure there are lots of things you figured about me that were wrong," Sinclair smiled to lessen the sting of her words. From the corner of her eye she saw Yuen pause and clear his throat, preparing to approach his idol.
"Touché." The corner of Regina's mouth lifted. "Would you like a drink?"
They walked to the bar together where Regina ordered a tequila sunrise for herself and a gin and tonic for Sinclair. With their drinks in hand, they left the bar for the cozy comfort of the attached lounge with its overstuffed love seats and thick rugs, all in shades of red and copper. They found an empty sofa in the midst of the shifting crowd and sat down.
"So what other things would I have figured wrong about you?" Regina asked.
"I don't know." Sinclair eyed the smaller woman over the rim of her glass. "You haven't told me what other conclusions you've jumped to."
Regina laughed. "I'll keep those to myself for now." She sipped her drink and nodded toward the guest of honor. "So do you know Linnet?"
"No, not really. I've seen her in the building a few times but that's about it."
"You must run into a lot of women in that elevator." A smile settled on her coral mouth.
"Not many interesting ones."
Regina smiled at the implied compliment. She leaned closer, draping her arm along the back of the sofa, tickling Sinclair's nose with her lightly floral perfume. Sinclair caught her breath. She could've counted the freckles on Regina's nose if she'd wanted to.
"This is her, right here." Yuen's voice made Sinclair look away. He stood a few feet away with a smiling Linnet Costa next to him.
Regina leaned back from Sinclair as they drew closer.
"Linnet Costa, this is my girlfriend, Bliss Sinclair. She was the one who invited me here tonight."
"Ms. Costa." Sinclair stood up and extended her hand to the handsome woman. Still seated on the couch, Regina watched the introductions with a curious smile.
"Please call me Lin." Then the writer turned to Regina. "Nice to see you, Regina. I thought you were on tour."
"Not until the end of next month." Regina stood up too and gathered Linnet in a surprisingly intimate embrace. "Your book is terrific by the way. When is the next one coming out?"
"Spoken like a true fan." She turned to the man at her side. "Yuen here was just telling me about his pro bono work with the Delancy witches three years ago. That case gave me a great idea for a book."
Regina shuddered theatrically. "You're right. Madness, group sex, witchcraft, and murder. Sounds right up your alley, Lin."
The others laughed, but Sinclair wrinkled her nose.
"What?" Yuen demanded.
"Should you even be talking about that case?" Sinclair asked. "Client confidentiality and all that?"
"It's been —"
"Oh, I'm sorry," Linnet said with a smile that wasn't the least bit apologetic.
"You're very right, Sinclair. I was just so fascinated with the whole story. I was the one who brought it up."
Yuen's smile held a trace of embarrassment. "I was just helpless to Lin's charms." They shared a guilty laugh.
"You wouldn't be the first," Regina said. She and Linnet smiled at each other.
"Linnet! Linnet!" A man loaded down with camera equipment waved frantically to get her attention. He was having issues pushing both his bulk and his equipment through the crowd.
"Pardon me, everyone." Linnet excused herself and started to make her way to his side.
They watched her graceful back disappear into the crowd.
Sinclair was the first to speak. "She's a very nice woman."
"And gorgeous too." Yuen tilted his head close to Sinclair's. "Though nowhere near as beautiful as you, of course."
"No need to be diplomatic, my lovely boy toy. She's definitely gorgeous and any man would be a fool to kick her out of bed."
Sinclair turned to Regina. "Why would you say that?"
"She's bi. It's pretty common knowledge." Her eyes licked over Sinclair.
"Yup." Yuen gave his best leer. "Maybe you and Lin could hook up while I —"
Sinclair poked him in the belly before he could finish. "Don't be a pig."
He oinked. Regina laughed. "By the way, we were never really introduced earlier, but I'm Regina Velasquez. Lin and I are old friends."
"A pleasure." They shook hands then started laughing again. Sinclair rolled her eyes.
"I had a good time tonight. Thanks." Yuen held Sinclair's hand as they walked through the gilt-edged revolving doors and emerged onto the street.
"I'm glad you liked it."
The scent of rot rose up from the gutters and the mingled smells of old fruit and spilled alcohol poured from the doorway of the market that they quickly walked past. On the wind, the acidic tang of piss floated from the alley near where Yuen's car was parked. They quickly climbed into the black Lexus convertible and drove off.
"Want to come back to my place for a drink and a little sex?" Yuen asked as they drove uptown. He wasn't joking.
Sinclair shook her head and manufactured a smile of regret. "No. Not really. I'm tired. That party wore me out."
"I forgot it's only Wednesday and you have work tomorrow."
"Yes." Sinclair didn't need reminding. She already had her suit pressed and laid out for tomorrow.
At her apartment, Yuen kissed her goodbye, touching her with a possession that seemed odd for him. "I'll call you later." His hardness pressed against her belly.
As soon as Sinclair crossed the threshold of the apartment, she shrugged off her coat along with any lingering traces of tiredness. It wasn't deliberate. She wanted to be tired. But even with a long soak in the bathtub and a luxurious cuddle in her grandmother's old cotton robe, she still had too much energy to sleep.
After almost five years the insomnia still caught her off guard, as if there was something she could do on one particular night that would put her right to sleep. Instead of sleeping, she read. Thousands of books filled her neatly arranged shelves, every genre, every author she'd found even mildly interesting from all her years of working at Volk. She turned on the bedside light and curled up under the covers to read.
Morning. Sinclair stepped out of the shower, toweled herself dry, and put on her robe. The apartment was quiet. No music. No noise of someone else stirring in the bed. And up this high on the fifteenth floor, not even the noise of traffic intruded. Sometimes she thought that could be part of the problem. She was so separate from everyone, no real friends, no family. Now, as the days passed, an unfamiliar sense of loneliness was beginning to invade her life.
Her only real pleasure came from being in her apartment, sheltered by its sand-colored walls, comfortable earth-toned furnishings, and memories of her grandmother. Photographs she had taken a long time ago hung in their expensive, oversized frames all over the apartment. Bare-limbed trees weighed down by snow, boulders framed by magnificent blue skies and tinted gold by the sun. An old photo of her and her grandmother on a faraway beach, laughing. All images from the happier and well-traveled life she had before her grandmother died.
Her Gram had had a fascination with America and its landscape. She took endless pictures of it, mostly crooked, underexposed, or unrecognizable shots that keenly disappointed her and eventually drove Sinclair to take photography classes in high school. She and Gram saved for months to buy the camera that ended up documenting their last few years together. Sinclair put that camera away years ago, stuck it in the back of a storage closet, along with a few other things she didn't want to see anymore.
Even though Gram had been long past her youth, her death still caught Sinclair by surprise. The elderly woman had left the apartment to indulge in one of her favorite things — nocturnal shopping — but hadn't gotten very far. A stroke laid her out in the middle of the sidewalk while Sinclair slept. Less than an hour later she was dead. There was so much more Sinclair had to share with her, so much they still had to do together. Mavis' granddaughter hadn't been able to sleep through the night since.
Her robe whispered against her legs in the dim morning quiet as she moved by habit from room to room. A morning ritual. With all the lights still off and the glow of approaching dawn stretching equal parts light and shadow across her apartment, she could feel the night's change into day, and welcomed it. If she closed her eyes long enough, she could imagine being home again, standing in the kitchen of her father's old house in Jamaica, the one where she'd spent her first thirteen years, waiting for her mother to come down the hall and begin making breakfast. She opened her eyes and resumed her walk through the apartment.(Continues…)
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Most Helpful Customer Reviews
I like the twists and turns along with scenic Jamaica all wrapped a nice story
Fiona Zedde delivers the sexually erotic story of Bliss Sinclair, also known as Sinclair. Sinclair has what a lot of women dream of having - a wonderful and beautiful boyfriend, a stable career, and options of being whatever she wants to be in life. Sinclair soon finds out this dream is not hers. She falls for a beautiful writer, Regina, and leaves her boyfriend to venture into what she feels is something that has to be done. After a whirlwind romance, Sinclair is left feeling lonely, abandoned, and insecure.
Sinclair begins her healing process with a four week trip to her roots of Jamaica. After rekindling her relationship with a father that she hasn't seen in over twenty years and his new family - her much younger stepmother Nikki and her stepbrother Xavier, Sinclair also learns that she has a sister, Lydia, from an affair that her father had while he was with Sinclair's mother. Feeling as though she has embarked on yet another wave of turmoil, Sinclair meets Lydia's girlfriend Hunter. There is an attraction that each woman feels is mutual but because of the circumstances, they try to settle on just being friends. After what seems like a lifetime span only equals to days of Lydia and Hunter separating and opening the door for Sinclair and Hunter to see what their attraction will eventually lead to.
Fiona opens your mind and heart to the lesbian lifestyle showing not only the love that two women share with each other but also how modern day time still has a closed mind to anything other than heterosexual commitment. Fiona did an excellent literary job of capturing the love of both women; but for me skimming through the more erotic scenes kept me interested in reading from beginning to end.
Reviewed by: LaDonna
Even though this book is the first book I've read from this author it has quickly become one of my favorites. I can't wait to read another one from Fiona Zedde!! Bliss was an amazing book!!
I just finished this book. This was the first book that I read from this author. The sex in the book is great and very vivid. It didnt get really interesting until the end. But in all it was a great book. I will purchase another from the author.
This is one of,if not my favorite books of all time.I loved it!
This was a very sexy romantic novel about a woman who discovers she loves women. Not at all what I expected but good nonetheless so long as you don't mind reading about woman-to-woman love affairs.
If you need to fulfill your craving for love, lust and lesbians Fiona Zedde is the answer. Bliss was great!!!! I am an avid reader of lesbian fiction and this novel was amazing. Romance, realism and hot sexy moments that catapult you through this story of a woman's search for love departing from heterocentricity to one of taboo!!! A MUST READ!!!
I enjoyed this book from a clinical standpoint in that a gave me a glimpse into the mind of a lesbian. Fiona Zedde takes us on a journey of realization, discovery, acceptance, and finally ...bliss. I must admit, that I was engrossed, as the main character removed herself from a tedious relationship with a man to be turned out completely by an Uber lesbian. Only to find her heart shattered and then realize that many of the problems that she was faced with in a relationship with a man apply to having one with a woman as well. The tale then slowed down for me a bit, as the main character then ran home to Daddy (which I found a bit ironic) to lick her wounds and patch her soul. Although, the imagery that Zedde paints of Jamaica and it's people is vivid and enlightening, the book dragged a bit as Bliss finally finds true love. As far as erotica goes though, Zedde is no joke. You won't be disappointed with her sex scenes even if you don't swing that way. Girl on girl. Girl's spanking girls. An orgy with girls from every race. Ohhh my! I do believe that I need to take a trip to the bathroom and finish reflecting on my most favorite parts of the book.... Euftis Emery Author of Off the Chain
Bliss Finoa Zedde ISBN: 0-75620919-3 $ 14.00 Bliss Sinclair seems to have it all. A high profile job at a publishing house, a good looking boyfriend and hot parties to attend. On the outside Bliss appears to have it all. On the inside she feels empty and wanting more. When it all comes crashing down around her Bliss returns to her birth place of Jamaica hoping to reconcile with her father and be with the family she left behind. The Lush tropical back ground of Jamaica adds heat to this journey of self discovery for Bliss and brings her pleasures, satisfaction and bliss like she has never known. Zedde is known for her erotic stories and this novel shows her ability to wrap the heat around you with a tasteful erotic tale that awakens your senses. A nice addition to Lesbian fiction. Reviewed by Dawnny Mahogany Book Club Mahogany Media Review Albany,N.Y.
Loved this book from start to end. Well done Ms. Zedde.
From cover to cover this book had me hooked. It made me laugh and cry. It made me want to fall in love....The vision of Jamaica were wonderful, I want to go....soon. Can't wait until her next book.
I really enjoyed this book. I have never heard of this author until my friend told me about it. I started to read and could not put it down. It made me want to take a trip to Jamaica.