Setting out on the vacation of a lifetime, Marissa Chabot is well-provisioned with sun block, rum and a stack of good books. As one of the founders of the successful, high-tech “soul-mate matching service” Finders Keepers, Marissa knows from experience that vacation romances are nothing short of hopeless. When the tall, dark and beautiful Linda Bartok sweeps her off her feet, Marissa yields to the magic of moonlit walks on the beach and longed-for whispers of passion. Though it hardly seems possible that the Amazonian, adventurous Linda could be truly interested in a desk-bound computer geek, their erotic encounters soon bring about Marissa’s complete and total surrender. Vacations end. Real life resumes. Waiting for the phone to ring, Marissa wonders if what she had seen in Linda’s eyes could have possibly been true. Was it just a vacation romance? Or was she going to end up losers weepers? Finders Keepers…is a vacation romance and so much more. Despite dealing with difficult, unusual subject matter, it still pulls off a beautiful, emotional story and had me rooting for the two leads all the way.― The Lesbian Review Karin Kallmaker‘s novels span lesbian romance, lesbian erotica and lesbian science-fiction/fantasy. More than five dozen short stories have appeared in anthologies and standalone collections. Her writing career began with the venerable Naiad Press, continues with Bella Books and includes more than two dozen novels in print. In 2008, she joined Bella Books as the press’s first Editorial Director. When she isn’t writing books she is thinking about books. In previous lives, Karin worked as a non-profit accountant for a senior housing association and a low-income housing lender, and had a brief stint as a document processor on an oil refinery. She is the mother of two teenagers and lives in the San Francisco Bay Area with her partner. She is descended from Lady Godiva, a fact which she will tell anyone who will listen,and she likes her chocolate real and her iPod loud. The steady thud thud of her running shoes was only apparent when Marissa turned down her iPod. It made her booty move. Her booty wasn't dead, oh no. The workout last night had felt great, but she was even happier to finally get into a full sweat. Swerving into the complex where she'd lived for the last twelve years, and would be so happy to leave behind, she slackened her pace as she crossed the patch of oil-slicked asphalt that separated the buildings. The morning was cool, but the brilliant sunrise promised more winter warmth. At the common mailboxes she slowed to a halt, willing her breathing to return to normal. "Damn!" she swore quietly as stinging sweat pooled into the corners of her eyes. Straightening, hands pressing into the small of her back, she walked toward her front door, realizing as she got closer that there was someone waiting there. At this hour? A small alarm trilled inside, but she discerned it was a woman, which allayed some of her fear. It was a tall woman, with dark hair down her back. And when she turned around her eyes were brown. In her head Marissa heard, clearly as the night it had been said, "Is this what you want, Marissa?" Now she also heard her breathless, adoring answer. "Yes. Please, yes." The smile Marissa had tried to forget. The charm she'd tried to deny. The memory of those hands, that body, everything she'd tried to erase from her consciousness, rushed back into vivid reality. One year since the moonlight and kisses. It had taken months for her heart to finish breaking when each day brought silence and more silence. She didn't want to go back in time. One year since the vacation of a lifetime had changed her life, for the worse and for the better. Fighting for breath, but no longer due to exertion, Marissa willed herself to meet the sparkling brown eyes with a chilled stare of her own. "What do you want?" "You," Linda answered.