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ON SALE: Seasons of Love

July 29, 2019 by Harper Bliss Leave a Comment

My ultimate summer age gap romance Seasons of Love is ON SALE!

($0.99 instead of $6.99 – for a limited time only!)

Here’s the blurb:

A successful solicitor, her business partner’s daughter, and their unexpected chance at love.

Alice McAllister is successful, quiet and disciplined. When her law partner Miranda forces her to take a vacation at her holiday home in Portugal, the unexpected presence of Miranda’s daughter Joy turns Alice’s world up-side down.

Despite their differences–the age gap between them only being one of many–Alice and Joy embark on a passionate holiday romance… until they have to return home.

Can their steamy summer fling turn into a love that lasts? Or will the real world impose too many obstacles to Alice and Joy’s young and fragile love?

Find out in this sultry lesbian age-gap novel by chart-topping lesbian romance author Harper Bliss!

★★★★★ “Harper Bliss is the queen of age gap romances. Be sure to pick this one up right away.” – The Lesbian Review

Word count: 67.000 words

Available from:
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Amazon US
Amazon UK
Amazon CA
Amazon AUS
Amazon DE
Apple
Kobo
Google Play

Here’s your chance to snap it up for $0.99 instead of the regular price of $6.99!

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Seasons of Love is on sale!

October 7, 2016 by Harper Bliss Leave a Comment

Seasons of Love

Seasons of Love is on sale ($0.99/£0.99 only) until 10 October 2016!

I guess you could say it’s the spiritual predecessor to In the Distance There Is Light (and if you enjoyed that one, there’s a very good chance you will enjoy Seasons of Love). Though less controversial and not nearly as grim, it also features a May/December romance (and we all know how much I love writing those!)

Seasons of Love is definitely one of those books I will always remember writing just because of the sheer joy I experienced while doing so. I even named one of the main characters Joy so… how’s that for subtle? 😉

The promo will only run until 10 October so be sure to pick up your copy before then.

Here are the links:
– Amazon US
– Amazon UK
– Amazon CA
– Amazon AUS
– Amazon DE

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Seasons of Love audiobook

May 1, 2016 by Harper Bliss 6 Comments

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I’m so happy to announce that Seasons of Love is now also available as an audiobook. This is my very first audiobook so I’m doubly excited about this release. I hope there will be many more to follow. Carmen Rose, the narrator, nailed Alice’s voice (and has a lovely British accent, which is always a plus.) Here’s where you can get your hands on the audio version of what I still consider my best novel (and fill your ears with some summery sexiness):

  • Amazon US
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  • Audible
  • iTunes
  • Tantor (Direct from publisher)
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New paperbacks (and a few other things)

January 25, 2016 by Harper Bliss 2 Comments

Paperbacks!

We (and when I say ‘we’, in this instance I actually mean my wife who does SO MUCH behind-the-scenes work) figured out a way to speed up the paperback creation process and Seasons of Love is available in print already! You can get the paperback version only from Amazon from now, but other retailers like Barnes & Noble and The Book Depository should follow soon:

  • Amazon US
  • Amazon UK

Meanwhile, the print version of Release the Stars has arrived as well. Links here:

  • Amazon US
  • Amazon UK

And… after going ‘wide’ (it’s how it’s called now) for less than a week, we’ve decided to enrol Seasons of Love in KDP Select and make it available for Kindle Unlimited subscribers. Honestly, it was a no-brainer after the sales figures for Release the Stars came in earlier this week. That book has done so well for a humble lesbian romance and I’m under no illusion that it would have performed (anywhere near) the same without the push KDP Select provides. The extra visibility a book gets when enrolled in the program is priceless. I’m all about reaching as many readers as possible and, for now at least, being exclusive to Amazon seems to be the way to go. Here are the Amazon KU links:

  • Amazon US
  • Amazon UK
  • Amazon CA
  • Amazon AUS
  • Amazon DE

Big thank-you to everyone who has already bought Seasons of Love! The book is doing well and the reviews are blowing my mind! (I don’t know how I’m going to follow up on this one either…) (Maybe with a huge dose of lesbian drama in French Kissing: Season Three…) 😉

Just one more tidbit before I sign off. I’m currently running a poll on what my next book should be after I finish my current work in progress (Far From The World We Know, almost done after LOADS of dilly-dallying!) and the one I’ve planned after that (a rom com called The Road To You). You can help me decide by voting below:

 

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NEW RELEASE: Seasons of Love

January 15, 2016 by Harper Bliss Leave a Comment

Seasons of LoveMy crazy plan (publish 13 full-length books in 13 months) continues. My brand new novel is out today and, again, it feels like a dream come true. If you’ve read any of my work, you might have noticed I’m a sucker for a May/December romance. It’s a recurring theme in my stories, but I’ve never taken it quite this far.

It’s easy enough to write a novelette like Summer Heat or a flash fiction piece like Rather, which focuses heavily on the erotica aspect, but (let me tell you) it was something else entirely to have the characters deal with the consequences of their attraction. This is what I’ve done in Seasons of Love.

The main character, Alice McAllister, is a very set-in-her-ways woman in her fifties. She’s a little uptight, obsessed with work and anything love-related is not very high on her to-do list. Until she finds herself having to share a holiday home in the gorgeous Algarve with her business partner’s daughter, Joy. Joy seduces her and Alice is left to question EVERYTHING.

I know I always say this, but this is my favourite book I’ve written so far. I also believe it’s my best. I can’t put my finger on what happened while I was writing it, but, perhaps, telling the story from the point of view of Alice allowed me a freedom I haven’t previously experienced while writing. Needless to say, I had so much fun putting this middle-aged woman in situation after situation she had no idea how to deal with it.

Once again, my wife made a gorgeous cover. <3  If you’d like to know who and what inspired the character of Alice, I made a password-protected page (the password is Alice) here. (Don’t click if you don’t want to know.)

It’s the first time in a while I’m not putting a book in KDP Select, which means it will be available from all big retailers (and from the Ladylit website.) (UPDATE: Seasons of Love is now in KDP Select and will soon be available via Kindle Unlimited.) For this reason I don’t expect it to break any Amazon ranking records the way Release the Stars did (thank you for making that book such a big hit, btw!), but of course I hope it does well and finds an audience! 😉 (And my Launch Team seemed to dig it…) To give it a boost, though, I thought I’d try something new.

Here’s the deal: if you buy Seasons of Love (from the retailer of your choice) before 20 January 2016, you will get all four High Rise novellas for free AND a super-exclusive preview of French Kissing: Season Three.

Here’s how to claim you free gifts:
1. Buy Seasons of Love (see links below)
2. Find the fourth word of Chapter 9
3. Go to this webpage: https://www.harperbliss.com/freegifts/
4. The password to get in is the word you found in Chapter 9. Type it in the box (small letters, no caps!)
5. Download your free books!

That’s it!

Here’s the blurb for Seasons of Love:

Is age really just a number?

Alice McAllister is a successful solicitor who likes a quiet, disciplined life. But when her business partner Miranda forces her to take a vacation at her holiday home in Portugal, the presence of Miranda’s daughter Joy turns Alice’s world up-side down.

Despite their age difference, Alice and Joy embark on a fiery holiday romance… until they have to return home to London.

Will Alice be able to forget about Joy and what she has awakened in her? And how can she face Joy’s mother without guilt after such a passionate summer fling? Find out in this brand new sultry novel by the chart-topping author of Release the Stars, Once in a Lifetime and At the Water’s Edge.

And you can get it from:
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Preview Seasons of Love

January 7, 2016 by Harper Bliss 4 Comments

Seasons of Love

Happy New Year to you all! I’m celebrating by releasing yet another novel… 😉 Seasons of Love will be out next Friday (15 January 2016) and here’s a sneak peek at the first 2 chapters. Enjoy! (You can also download these as a PDF here>>)

Seasons of Love
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CHAPTER ONE

I try to recline my seat, but as soon as I push the button and apply some pressure, I feel the knees of the passenger behind me resisting my attempt. Perhaps I should have listened to Miranda when she told me to book a business class ticket. “But this is not a business trip,” I’d said, to which she’d just responded with a sigh. Not that I would ever buy an overpriced ticket just to have some more room on any trip—or that I ever go on business trips.

“Some more wine, Ma’am?” a female member of the cabin crew asks.

“No, thank you.” I hand her my empty plastic cup. I’ve had two units already. Despite this being the start of a long overdue holiday, I won’t let go of my health principles so easily.

I close my eyes, the back of my seat straight again, and think about the two weeks of absolute nothingness stretching out in front of me.

“At the end of your life, you won’t wish you had worked more, Alice,” Miranda said a few months ago. “As your partner in this company, I demand you take three weeks off this summer.” She’d offered me her phone and had me flick through some pictures of blue skies and a stylish house a few minutes from the beach in Quinta do Lago. “Consider it booked. How does August 1st till August 21st sound?”

“Three weeks? Have you lost your mind?” I’d glared at her, but had difficulty keeping my gaze off her phone. The last picture she’d shown me was of the swimming pool, which was bathed in the most exquisite light, the water a reflection of all things summer. It didn’t help that she came to me with this on one of London’s more dreary days. “Fine, but it’ll have to be two weeks. Three is just ludicrous.”

Miranda had stretched out her hand and demanded we’d shake on the deal. Apart from a day here and there and a long weekend in Paris or down the coast in Cornwall, I’m not much of a holidaymaker. I’d rather work than spend too much time with my own thoughts, a work ethic that, in my humble opinion, has allowed Miranda to earn enough money to actually buy that house in the Algarve.

But Miranda got her wish and here I am. The plane is about to land at Faro airport.

After going through all airport shenanigans—another reason to only ever travel by car or train—I pick up my rental car and spread out the map over the steering wheel. The lady behind the counter said the car came with a sat nav, but I like to find my destination the old-fashioned way.

By the time I arrive at Miranda’s house, I’m more than ready for a dip in that pool. And I have to agree with her, because as I park my car in front of the house, a sense of summer, of intense leisure, comes over me. A sensation I’ve never experienced anywhere else. Not for a long while, anyway. I’m tired from the journey, but just arriving here engulfs me in an aura of relaxation.

The house looks every bit as stunning as in the pictures. It’s not overly big, but its white walls look picturesque against the blue of the sky, and the pool is surrounded by grass so green and lush, that someone must water it on a daily basis. I hope they won’t intrude on the complete privacy Miranda guaranteed me for the two weeks I’m taking up residence here.

I only brought one suitcase, and I wheel it into the master bedroom, which looks out over the pool area. I inhale deeply, and let the stress of London, work, and the journey here wash off me a little with every exhale.

Before I relax completely and enjoy the rest of this beautiful day, I should get some exercise. The flight was only three hours, but the entire journey took about seven, and my legs are stiff from sitting down too much. In London, my favourite—and only—means of exercise is an hour every morning before work on the stair walker I set up in my spare bedroom. It’s a great way to catch up on the news and stay in shape. When I asked Miranda if there was any gym equipment in her house she’d looked at me funnily, as though that was the most outrageous question ever, even though most hotels around the globe boast some sort of gym on their premises.

“Just relax,” Miranda had said. “Two weeks off won’t destroy your excellent physical condition, Alice.”

It’s not a hardship to have to make do with the pool. I’m not the world’s best swimmer, but it will be good for my biceps, triceps, and deltoids, not to mention release the tension from my legs. I can be adaptable, I want to say to Miranda, but I’ll have to save it for when I see her again in two weeks.

After I’ve emptied my suitcase and given my clothes their rightful place in the wardrobe, I slip into my one-piece bathing suit. I also splashed out on a bikini with a loud floral print and, looking at it again, wonder what on earth came over me when I purchased it. A one-piece will do.

The water is not warm, but not cold either. It’s just the right temperature and before launching into a few laps for sporty reasons, I float on my back, the late afternoon sun still strong enough to pierce underneath my eyelids.

The pool isn’t very long, so I count my laps until I’ve reached forty, after which I sit on the ledge panting. A tall tree casts my chosen spot in shadows, and I breathe in to acquaint myself with the summery smells surrounding me. When Miranda first told me she was buying a house here, I accused her of being foolish with money, but sitting here now, I guess I’m beginning to understand. She’s had this place for eighteen years, has asked me to come here a thousand times, and I see now that I was the foolish one for always having a good reason not to. But summers here were booked up with Miranda and her daughter spending at least a month in the house—a luxury I often scolded her for—and, after Alan left me, I was working all the time anyway. What was I going to do coming here on my own? And travelling with Miranda and her daughter somehow never appealed to me. I don’t dislike children, but, for relaxation purposes, I would never deliberately seek out their company either.

When my stomach starts growling, I take a shower and head into the nearest village. I buy enough food to last me a few days and two bottles of wine.

Just when I arrive back at the villa, my phone rings. Miranda advised me to turn it off and hide it in a cupboard, but that was simply one stretch too far. When I look at the screen, I see it’s Miranda calling. Maybe to check if I would answer. Of course I do.

“Alice, isn’t it glorious? Listen to this.” She does something with the phone and I hear a buzzing noise. “That’s the sound of a lovely London rain storm pelting against my office window.”

“It’s rather amazing.” I lean against the table in the open-plan kitchen and I can see the swimming pool from here as well.

“How do you feel?”

How do I feel? Miranda learnt to not ask me that question a long time ago. “Erm, great.” The irony is perfectly audible in my voice.

“Are you relaxed?” She pauses. “Because, well, um, there’s something…” It’s not Miranda’s style to do this much hemming and hawing.

“Is it Mr. Pappas? I knew I shouldn’t—”

“No, Alice, relax. It’s got nothing to do with work.” She clears her throat. “It’s Joy. She’s unexpectedly starting a new job in a week and she’d like to enjoy a bit of summer before going back to work.”

“Okay. Then she should.” I fail to understand why this upsets Miranda so much. She should be happy Joy has a new job, the way that girl flutters from employer to employer.

“Yes, well, the thing is, Alice, she’s asked if she could go to the house… just for a few days. Just for some much needed vitamin D.”

Is Miranda talking about this house? She can’t be. I’m here. I was promised privacy and solitude. “Joy wants to come here?” For once, I don’t hide the outright indignation in my voice.

“Only if you agree. I mean, the house is more than big enough for the two of you. She won’t be a nuisance, I promise you that. She’ll be at the beach most of the time, anyway. You’ll barely notice she’s there.”

No, a little voice in my head screams. But this is Miranda’s house. What am I supposed to say? Your own flesh and blood can’t use it because I’m here? It goes against every rule of politeness I’ve ever lived by. “Well,” I start, but Miranda cuts me off again.

“It’ll only be for a few days. She needs to come back and start work.”

I roll my eyes. The lows Miranda stoops to for her daughter, while a simple “No, the house is occupied” would have sufficed. I don’t know Joy very well. I haven’t seen her in years, but I guess Miranda hasn’t stopped spoiling her after she graduated from university.

“It’s fine, Miranda. I’ll welcome her with open arms.” But only because you’re not giving me a choice. Miranda knew full well I wouldn’t say no. It’s probably much easier for her to make this phone call to me than to say no to her daughter. Children. Neither Alan nor I were very interested in pursuing a traditional family. I got all the satisfaction I needed from pouring all my energy into my career.

“Thank you so much. I owe you,” Miranda says. “I’m well aware. I’ll make it up to you somehow, I swear.”

Miranda then proceeds to tell me Joy, who is apparently sitting next to her while she makes the call to Portugal, will book her flight straightaway. She’ll be there tomorrow afternoon. No need to pick her up at the airport, she’ll get her own car. A rental Miranda will pay for, I’m sure. By the time I put down the phone, my relaxed state has all but dissipated. So much for my holiday. While I prepare a simple salad, I think of ways to make Miranda pay for this. She’s the one who was so dead set on me going on holiday in the first place. It just goes to show where her loyalties lie. Blood is always thicker than the waters of friendship, even though we’ve been friends since before Joy was born.

While I eat my salad overlooking the pool, I exceed my self-imposed daily alcohol limit by drinking two more glasses of wine.

CHAPTER TWO

Joy arrives in a bright yellow Mini Cooper—a vehicle I didn’t even know car rental agencies provided—with just a backpack as luggage.

“You travel light,” is the first thing I say to her, which isn’t very courteous, but I can’t help it. I feel as though I need to make clear from the start that I don’t fully agree with how my holiday is being rudely interrupted.

“No need for a lot of clothes here.” Joy shoulders her backpack and walks briskly towards me. “Good to see you, Alice. It’s been ages.” She opens her arms wide. Is she really expecting a hug? I can’t even remember the last time I embraced someone. Before I even have a chance to think of an acceptable manner to refuse her hug, she’s thrown her arms around me and pulls me close to her. I find this manner of greeting a mere acquaintance highly impertinent, and squirm my way out of her impromptu cuddle quickly. When I take a step back she looks at me funnily. “Good grief, Alice, do you have a funeral to attend or something?”

I did throw on black trousers as Joy’s arrival time approached, and covered my upper body with a cream silk blouse. “Some of us like to dress properly,” I retort, and let my glance roam over Joy’s scantily clad body. She’s wearing a tank top through which I can clearly see the contours of a black bra and a pair of shorts that barely covers her behind.

She shrugs and heads into the house, dropping her backpack on the kitchen floor. “Mum has given me instructions to not bother you and avoid you as much as possible.” She opens the fridge door and peers inside. “I promise I’ll go grocery shopping tomorrow, but the food on the plane was horrible and I’m starving.” She turns to me, the fridge door still open. “And gagging for a dip in that pool.” She steps a little farther into the coolness of the wide-open fridge door. “Oh gosh, that feels good.”

Have you lost your mind? I want to ask. Has your mother not taught you how to save energy and behave responsibly? But I’ve never been very adept at communicating my inner emotions—and I never had much need to. “Take whatever you want,” I say, instead. “I’ll be in my room.”

“Thanks,” Joy shouts after me. Already, the effects of the one day of unwinding I got to enjoy are undone. A tightness has crept back into my muscles, and my brain is going into overdrive coming up with ways to make the best of this situation. I lie on my bed, the French windows opened to the pool area, and leaf through a Lee Child book absentmindedly, producing no results. The next five days with Joy will simply be one of those occurrences in life I’ll have to suffer through. Silently, of course, because that’s what I do.

I hear stumbling in the adjoining room. There’s another bedroom on the other side of the house, but it doesn’t lead directly to the pool area. I do hope Joy will at least have good enough manners to not make too much noise during the night. A little later, I see two legs appear in my field of vision. They’re supple, their skin unblemished by age, and they patter to the pool. When I let my glance drift upwards, along a piece of fabric that can hardly be called a pair of bikini bottoms, I can’t believe what I see: Joy’s back is bare. There’s no sign of any string across her back. All I see is naked flesh. I don’t have time to ponder this further, because with a neat splash, Joy dives into the pool.

Shocked, I sit up. Is this how she intends not to bother me? The nerve of this girl. I have to stop myself from reaching for my phone and calling Miranda. But all of this is Miranda’s fault in the first place, and what is she going to do? Call her daughter and tell her to put on a top? That’s even more unlikely than me joining Joy in the pool when she’s dressed like that.

My eyes are still trained on the surface of the pool. Not because I want to see, but because I haven’t been able to look away, so stupefied am I with Joy’s choice of non-dress. All of a sudden, her head bursts through the surface of the water, her face slick and her hair wet, and she rests her arms on the edge.

“Are you going to take those funeral clothes off today or what?” She plasters a self-satisfied grin on her face.

So much for my privacy. Perhaps I should move to the room at the back of the house, so she can’t look into my bedroom every time she goes for a swim. I’m still too stunned to speak. Thank goodness her arms are just resting on the edge, and her nude torso is hidden from my view.

“The water is gorgeous.” Joy tips her head to the side. “Or are you going to sulk in your room all evening?”

Who does this girl think she is? To talk to me this way? Clearly, Miranda hasn’t taught her about respecting her elders either.

Joy proceeds to hoist herself up out of the pool and sit down cross-legged in the grass, facing me with her bare breasts on full display. To my great dismay, I feel my cheeks flush. I can only hope the distance between my bed and the pool is big enough so Joy doesn’t notice.

“I shall continue to read my book.” I’m happy with the ounce of dignity I manage to inject into my voice.

“Oh yeah? What are you reading?” Joy just doesn’t leave me alone. She’s probably been showered with so much attention throughout her life that she can’t be on her own for five minutes.

“Just the new Jack Reacher.” I picked it up at the WHSmith at the airport. I don’t often allow myself guilty pleasures like these. But, if anything, it seems like the sort of book Joy would like.

“That crap. Really?” She squints. “I hadn’t pegged you for the type, Alice. You surprise me.”

“Oh, and I presume your library is only filled with the likes of Ian McEwan and Margaret Atwood?” I retort before I even give myself a chance to think.

“My library?” Joy chuckles. “If you mean the one on my Kindle, then, I guess, yes, my preferences in literature are pretty high-brow.” With drops of water slipping down her cheeks like that, and her long blond hair a tight, wet cap on her head, she looks like the least high-brow person I’ve ever seen. She probably attends raves and watches reality television—the greatest waste of time ever invented.

It’s hard to have this conversation while drops of water trickle down Joy’s neck, slide down her breasts and pool in between her crossed legs. “Good for you,” is all I say, not wanting to extend this awkward moment.

Joy cocks her head, squints her eyes.

“What?” I can’t help but ask.

“I was just trying to remember how long it’s been since I saw you last and if you were already so uptight back then.”

Uptight? I clap the book I’m holding shut and throw it onto the nightstand. “I didn’t come all the way to Portugal to get judged by a teenager.” I jump off the bed and start closing the windows.

“I’m twenty-nine years old, Alice,” Joy half-yells. “Haven’t been a teenager in a very long time.”

Without acknowledging what she says further, I shut the windows on her, erasing this brazen girl from my field of vision—as though it can somehow magically make her disappear from the property. I stand by the window long enough to hear Joy splash into the pool again. The sound of carelessness, I think, of a recklessness I’ve never known.

I switch on the air-conditioning in the room because, immediately, it’s too hot and stuffy with the windows closed, and I welcome the gentle whir that drowns out the slapping noises Joy makes outside.

The blouse clings to the small of my back in the humidity—perhaps she had a point there. While I slip out of my formal clothes, I contemplate changing my flight, because this holiday will leave me more stressed than when I first arrived. In the end, it’s stubbornness that makes me stay. I can wait Joy out. She’ll only be here for a few days and after she’s left, the sense of relief and long-awaited solitude will bring me an altogether new kind of peace of mind.

<<End of preview>>

Seasons of Love will be available from all major retailers on Friday, 15 January 2016

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