Dorothy Rice Bennett began writing stories in grade school. Having earned four college degrees, she had two careers: as a family therapist and a journalist. Once married and mother of an adopted daughter, she now lives with her partner and two toy poodles on Washington’s Olympic Peninsula. This is her second novel.
GIRLS ON THE RUN
by Dorothy Rice Bennett
GIRLS ON THE RUN
by Dorothy Rice Bennett
Published Jun 30, 2016
344 Pages
Genre: FICTION / Romance / Contemporary
Book Details
Running from their past, heading for their future . . .
They give each other a passing glance at an Ohio truck stop. Jennifer is driving west, escaping from threatened harm in Pittsburgh. Stacy is hitching to California, running from rejection as a lesbian by the military and her family. Entranced by the tall, blue-eyed blonde, Stacy sticks out a thumb, and after a moment’s hesitation, Jennifer offers a ride to the stocky young woman with the spiked hair. Jennifer has no clue where she is headed; Stacy wants to reach San Francisco. They continue west together, and as miles and terrains slip by, the two forge a tentative friendship despite vast differences between them. When they eventually arrive in the City by the Bay, it seems natural to continue pooling their resources for a small apartment while looking for jobs. Yet, as weeks pass, Stacy longs to explore San Francisco’s famed homosexual community, where she can meet other lesbians for fun, sex, and love. Jennifer, although attractive to her, is straight and off limits. For Jen, the future is an unwritten book, but the arrival of a friend from home pushes her into the dating world—something for which she is largely unprepared. Despite personal successes in their new world and their deep liking for each other, growing conflict over their lifestyles threatens to force Stacy and Jennifer apart. GIRLS ON THE RUN explores families, friendship, sexuality, and the role of destiny in our lives.
Book Excerpt
Jennifer sped along the I-70 headed west. She tried to hold the speed limit, although her foot repeatedly pushed down on the accelerator, and she had to force herself to pull back. Her blue eyes kept glancing into the rearview mirror, searching to see if she was being followed. She knew doing this was stupid. It was 2 a.m. and pitch dark, and she couldn't see much except headlights.