Outstanding praise for Lois Lenz, Lesbian Secretary!
“Unabashedly campy and titillating, Nolan’s debut novel is a tale of 1950s lesbian career girls loose in the big city….”
—Publishers Weekly
“Nolan squeezes her kicky premise for plenty of juice, leaving the pulp in Lois Lenz, Lesbian Secretary deliciously intact.”
—Entertainment Weekly
“Monica Nolan’s first novel, Lois Lenz, Lesbian Secretary, is a delicious contemporary homage to queer pulp novels…”
—Bay Times
“In her second book, Monica Nolan gives us what we really want—a campy pulp filled with gratuitous lesbian sex, communism, reefer madness and ruthless dictation…”
—Curve magazine
And praise for The Big Book of Lesbian Horse Stories!
“Cleverly merging two genres that are a perfect match, but somehow have never met, The Big Book of Lesbian Horse Stories is a hilarious cross-breeding of the lesbian pulp novel and the horse-girl fantasia. Authors Alisa Surkis and Monica Nolan clearly know their stuff, sending up a century of girl-loves-horse and girl-loves-girl stories with pitch-perfect language, pacing and plots.”
—Bitch magazine
“You know how the old adage goes: You can’t judge a book by its cover. Well, The Big Book of Lesbian Horse Stories is an exception to the rule. The collection’s tawdry tales of equine-loving les-bos are as vibrant, juicy, and pulpy as the sexy cover illustration. The stories are wildly entertaining…saddle up for this fun ride.”
—Out
“The book can be loved for what it is—eight vintage stories of ladies, lust and the pretty ponies they love. It’s kind of like Black Beauty for big girls.”
—Portland Mercury
“If, like me, you have a section of bookshelf devoted entirely to books you purchased solely for the sake of their glorious titles, you will undoubtedly be delighted to add to it the wonderfully named The Big Book of Lesbian Horse Stories. You might, too—as I did—actually enjoy the stories. Part of the fun of picking one’s way through this book comes not just from anticipating which particular genre the authors will take on next, but also from discovering how they’ve worked an equine theme into possibly unlikely settings.”
—Sarah Waters, The Erotic Review
Books by Monica Nolan
THE BIG BOOK OF LESBIAN HORSE STORIES
(with Alisa Surkis)
LOIS LENZ, LESBIAN SECRETARY
BOBBY BLANCHARD, LESBIAN GYM TEACHER
Published by Kensington Publishing Corporation
Bobby Blanchard, Lesbian Gym Teacher
MONICA NOLAN
KENSINGTON BOOKS
For Julie Ann,
who wanted a nice little love story
Contents
Chapter One: Welcome to Metamora!
Chapter Two: Miss Watkins Weighs In
Chapter Three: Sherry in the Faculty Lounge
Chapter Four: A Picnic with Elaine
Chapter Five: Peasant Dance
Chapter Six: Tryouts at the Athletic Field
Chapter Seven: The Problem Student
Chapter Eight: A Talk with Angle
Chapter Nine: A Visit to Enid
Chapter Ten: At the Flame Inn
Chapter Eleven: Home Game
Chapter Twelve: Bay City
Chapter Thirteen: The Art Lesson
Chapter Fourteen: The Missing Locket
Chapter Fifteen: Student-Teacher Conference
Chapter Sixteen: The Blown Fuse
Chapter Seventeen: Kent Tower
Chapter Eighteen: In the Locker Room
Chapter Nineteen: On a Tear
Chapter Twenty: An Unexpected Encounter
Chapter Twenty-one: Breakdown
Chapter Twenty-two: The Confrontation
Chapter Twenty-three: Peasant Dance, Again
Chapter Twenty-four: The Sick Room
Chapter Twenty-five: Miss Craybill’s Confession
Chapter Twenty-six: The Dance in Dorset
Chapter Twenty-seven: A Visit to the Chem Lab
Chapter Twenty-eight: More Discoveries
Chapter Twenty-nine: The Old Ivy
Chapter Thirty: Cocoa in the Common Room
Chapter Thirty-one: In the Gymnasium
Chapter Thirty-two: Milk Run
Chapter Thirty-three: Old Girls
Chapter Thirty-four: The Big Game
Chapter Thirty-five: Winners and Losers
Author’s Note
Chapter One
Welcome to Metamora!
The young co-ed slipped her hand into Bobby’s and the quick, simple gesture unleashed an avalanche of desire inside Bobby, nearly rocking the older girl off her feet. “Follow me,” her new friend whispered, leading Bobby off the hockey field and into the woods. Her hair, the pale blond of buttermilk, gleamed in the dappled light. Bobby could hear the cries of her teammates as they drove the ball toward the goal. She looked down at her gym tunic. Should she go back and finish the game? But her desire was stronger than her sportsmanship, and she followed the younger student deeper into the dark forest.
What was her name? It bothered Bobby that she couldn’t remember. The girl stopped suddenly, and pulled Bobby to her. Bobby’s senses were swamped with her softness, her sweet perfume. Even as she kissed her hungrily, she noticed that the girl wasn’t blond really—her hair was auburn. Has she always been a redhead? Bobby wondered, and I just never noticed? Her uneasiness grew. “What position do you play?” she asked, but the girl stepped back saying only, “This way.”
It was too dark now to see clearly, and Bobby moved forward carefully. The girl was far ahead, disappearing behind a tree. Bobby took a step, and suddenly the ground gave way beneath her feet. In a split second of sickened shock, she knew she’d lost her footing and had gone off the edge, and now she was plummeting into the void, falling, falling to her certain death.
“Adena!” called a voice. Bobby Blanchard woke with a start, still dizzy from her vivid dream. The afternoon sun slanted through the train window next to her as the Muskrat River Local glided slowly to a stop in front of a tiny brick station.
“All out for Adena,” the conductor called again.
Bobby wiped her clammy palms on her tweed skirt and gathered her purse, jacket, and the issue of Field Hockey Today she’d fallen asleep over. Darn those nightmares! Would she ever be able to doze off without that dream rising from her subconscious to pounce on her? The doctor at the hospital had told her such