Readers, I present to you a curiosity…
In 2017, I published a full length romance novel under the name Leanne Rose. It was a book I’d written years before, when I was less confident in my sexuality but still enamoured with the idea of being a writer. It is a straight romance, between a woman and a man. There is hardly any sex… if you can believe such a thing? It is sweet, and touching, and not at all like my usual stories. In a fit of enthusiasm, I polished it up, conjured up Leanne Rose as a dreamy old romantic custodian of such a story, and published it. Then I promptly forgot about it and went back to my regular writing, and all the filthy thrills that entails.
Recently though, I’ve been thinking about Running To Midnight. I dusted it off on my Kindle and read through it in a single session. And I decided that I like it and I want it to stand with my other works. So it’s time to move it over and bid farewell to dear, sweet Leanne. To the dungeon with you! I’ll deal with you later!
So, who is this for, other than to satisfy my own self-indulgent nature? Well, if you consume my work solely for red hot, dripping wet lesbian sex, then this is not for you. Not at all. But if you’re an Ella Ford completist, or you enjoy interesting stories, regardless of the number of naked breasts, then you may find you enjoy this simple little tale as much as I do.