About In My Skin
by Cassidy Ryan
44 pages
/ 21000 words
ISBN: 978-1-60370-635-3, 1-60370-635-6
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Successful attorney Anna Stuart is drawn to coffee shop owner Chaise the minute she lays eyes on her, and the first time they speak they forge a connection unlike anything Anna has ever felt.
The two women quickly realize that there is something special between them. But will love be enough to see them through in the face of Anna’s mother’s vehement disapproval of their relationship? Or will Anna be forced to choose between her family and her heart?
Review
Margaret Leigh, author of Coffee Kisses, writes: Anna has focused on building a career and a life which seems to run counter to everything that her mother, Estelle wants for her. Disinterested in being marriage and children, Anna is working to carve out a successful career as a lawyer.
Anna meets Chaise, the owner of a coffee shop called Goddess and the attraction is both immediate, and surprising for Anna who has not considered herself to be gay up till this point. The two women start to form a relationship, and explore the possibilities, but the course of true love never runs smooth, and before too long they encounter obstacles when Anna decides to come out to her family.
This is a lovely, nuanced story of discovery which pulled me right in from the very first page. I found myself wrapped up in the world of Anna and Chaise, turning the pages to find out where their journey would lead them next.
The tension between Anna and various members of her family is handled with a light touch so that it is not spoiled by anyone becoming a stereotype.
The love scenes are played out in a gently erotic manner which certainly
kept me enthralled and the ending was both satisfactory and in keeping with
Cassidy Ryan's warm and gentle tone which she brings to all of her books.
All in all a delightful, light read that kept me turning the pages from
start to finish.
Sample
It was like a compulsion. Since that day two weeks before when I had dropped into Goddess for a quick coffee on my way to a client meeting and seen her, I couldn't walk past the place without feeling like some kind of magnet was drawing me in.
That day was no different. I parked my car in its usual place and started walking toward the office a block away. The walk took me past the narrow, cobbled lane with its little jewelry and gift stores and its general Bohemian air that reminded me of the London I'd seen on my last visit to England. My steps faltered in a way that was becoming familiar, and my eyes were drawn to the coffee shop half way down the lane. It was still early – before eight in the morning – but it already had a steady flow of traffic as my fellow office workers jacked up on caffeine to get them through the morning.
I didn't even realize the direction my steps had taken until I heard the click of my heels change as I moved from the street to the cobbles. The uneven surface of the lane hadn't been designed for high heeled shoes, but I kept walking until I reached the door of Goddess. I stopped there for a moment, gnawed on my lower lip and felt how I imagined a teenage boy would feel going into the drug store for his first pack of condoms.
But I wasn't a teenage boy. I was a twenty-eight-year-old woman; a successful lawyer, widely traveled, wearing the best pair of Jimmy Choo’s my bank account would allow. With the confidence that only a really great pair of shoes could provide, I mentally squared my shoulders and pushed open the door. I stepped to the side to let another customer pass on his way out before moving to a table in the corner. I sat in a big, overstuffed chair and crossed my legs. My eyes roamed around the room in a way that I hoped looked nonchalant while my stomach twisted and my fingers drummed on the arm of the chair.
I caught the eye of the waitress. She smiled brightly and wandered over. “Well, hi there. You're becoming quite the regular. The usual?”
I felt my face warm with embarrassment. “Uh, yes, yes. Thank you.”
“How about something to eat this morning? Our blueberry muffins are to die for.” She was bouncing on the balls of her feet. Either this girl, whose name tag read Sophie, was really a morning person or they were paying her in espresso.
“No, thank you. Just coffee.” My fingers were still tapping out a nervous beat on the arm of the chair, my eyes flicking beyond the waitress.
“Watching your figure, huh?” She stepped closer and lowered her voice. “If you ask me, you have nothing to worry about there.” She winked playfully, and I felt myself blush. Without waiting for a reply -- that I probably wouldn't have been able to supply, she turned on her heel and headed in the direction of the kitchen.
To give myself something to do I took out my laptop, placed it on the low table and started it up. I was going over my calendar for the day when I felt a presence beside me. Expecting to find the waitress with my coffee, I smiled and turned. But the smile froze when I saw not the energetic red-head, but her.
That very first time I had seen her, standing by the counter, her long, dark blonde hair shining under the overhead light, long, slender limbs encased in tight jeans that rested on gently rounded hips, my body's reaction to her had been almost frightening. Never in my life had I experienced a physical attraction so intense that it actually took the breath from my lungs. I had wanted to run then, to get as far away as I could as quickly as I could. But I couldn't seem to make my feet move. I just stood there and stared open-mouthed. When she turned and saw me, she smiled, and I'd actually felt dizzy.