Right Time For Love (Lesbian Light Reads #5)

When Hannah, a 65-year old retired nurse, goes on a Caribbean cruise with a bunch of her friends all she wants to do is win the euchre tournament. She’d like to fall in love, but suspects it may be too late for her.

When Hannah recognizes an old friend from decades ago, she starts to believe that it is never too late for love. Joyce is a fellow retired nurse who lost her husband five years before and hasn’t had love since. Hannah is afraid of being Joyce’s vacation lesbian experiment. Joyce never thought she would find love again, and it never occurred to her that love would take the form of a woman. Together they navigate the rocky waters of love found when they both least expect it.

Right Time for Love is the fifth book in the Lesbian Light Reads series, but each book can stand alone. This lesbian contemporary love story includes graphic sex and is intended for adults only.

Excerpt:
Then I saw the dark-haired woman again, and everything else became background noise. She was over by the bar, shaking hands with a couple of other people. She looked happy. Her skin had a subtle sheen, and her eyes had an alluring glimmer. My sense of familiarity would not go away. I knew that I knew her. I just didn’t know how. Then I saw a younger version of her move into view. Seeing them together, I had no doubt that the dark-haired woman was Joyce Yamada. The younger version had to be her daughter. Joyce and I had been at nursing school together in Chicago. We had been part of a little group of students who weren’t native Chicagoans, so we spent a lot of time together. We had shopped, gone to movies, museums and parks together. I had liked Joyce then. I had liked her very much.

Back in the present, after asking my companions if they wanted me to get them another drink, I put one foot in front of the other and made a beeline to the bar, where I planned on casually bumping into Joyce. I didn’t know if she had seen me or even if she would remember me. My plan was upended when I stumbled—caught my foot on a bit of carpet—and nearly crashed into the bar. I felt people clutching my arms to help me stay upright.

“Take it easy, hon,” said a masculine voice. “The night’s young.”

“Oh, I know. I’m all right.” I gently pulled my left arm away from his grasp as I steadied myself on my feet. Then I heard her voice, older and not as girlish as the last time I saw her but hers nonetheless. She was holding my right arm.

“Hannah? It’s Hannah Becker, isn’t it?”

I looked to my right and saw her. “Yes, it is. I am. You’re Joyce Yamada.”

She smiled, let go of my arm, and hugged me. “You remember. But it’s Joyce Nakano now. It’s so good to see you!”

“It’s good to see you, too, Joyce.”