The Price of a Good Cup of Coffee: A Short Lesbian Romance by Giselle Renarde

Short lesbian erotic romance featuring two young women in university.

The price of a good cup of coffee: a short lesbian romance

How many girls fall in love with a pair of legs?

After a fleeting glimpse of Chaucer Girl’s woolly black tights, it takes linguistics major Evelina almost a year to track down their owner. How can she be sure Chaucer Girl is the same stunning young woman who works at the campus coffee shop? Maybe she’ll never know for sure, but when the doe-eyed barista offers her unspeakable delights across the coffee counter, how can she possibly say no?

A Short Lesbian Romance

Genre: FICTION / Lesbian

Secondary Genre: FICTION / Romance / Erotica

Language: English

Keywords: lesbian, new adult, workplace romance, comedy, romance, first time, coming out, love story, college girls, lesbian love, LGBT

Word Count: 5,300

Sales info:

Looking for a quick project? This won't take you long at all, and it's been a consistent seller in both English and French for the past few years. If you're looking to take on a translation that won't take up too much of your time, this little lesbian erotic romance is perfect for you!


Sample text:

“I don’t have anything to wear,” I told my mom.

“How about this?”  She held up a long summery skirt.

“It’s so flowery.”

“This?”

Ugh.  “Nothing with sequins!”

My mom set her fugly club attire down on the bed.  “I’m sure this girl will like you no matter what you’re wearing.”  Shaking her head, she went on, “I keep saying ‘this girl.’ What’s her name, Evie?”

Blank slide.  No disk.  Please insert video.  “Chaucer Girl?”

“Evelina!”  I got the gruff mom-voice for that.  “Ask what her name is before you…”  Mom started up with a penis-in-vagina hand motion, running two straight fingers through two in a circle.  When she realized that gesture wasn’t the most relevant, she said, “Oh, wait, that’s wrong.”  She waggled her tongue through a V in her fingers.

“Ew, Mom, don’t be disgusting!”  I threw my hopeless self into my mother’s closet and came face-to-face with the perfect skirt.

“Yeah, Chaucer Girl, just like that!” my mom teased.

“This is it!” I cried, tearing the army green skirt from the rack. “Will you stop?  You’re grossing me out!”

“So-o-o-rry,” Mom chuckled.  “I’m sure you’re just meeting up for a midnight poetry reading.  Grab a jacket on your way out; it’s getting chilly.  And make sure to find out this girl’s name before you do the nasty!”


Book translation status:

The book is available for translation into any language except those listed below:

LanguageStatus
French
Already translated.
Italian
Already translated. Translated by Shirley Deight
Portuguese
Already translated. Translated by Thais Cristine Klein
Spanish
Already translated. Translated by Karen Pérez Herrera

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