Love Comes First: Lesbian Slow Burn Romance Novel (Paperback)

"Zuerst kommt die Liebe" ist eine emotionale Slow-Burn-Romanze über Gegensätze, die sich anziehen, leise Sehnsucht und zwei Frauen, die lernen müssen, dass manche Gefühle unmöglich zu ignorieren sind.

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New headteacher Brogan Mearns arrives in Glenbrae determined to never enter into another relationship. But of all people, the warm-hearted minister Libby Brown makes her carefully constructed walls crumble. Amidst small-town chaos, slow rapprochement, and an attraction that both women can no longer ignore, an emotional slow-burn romance unfolds about trust, healing, and the courage to let love in.

Slow Burn
Kleinstadt-Romance
Opposites Attract
Emotionale Heilung
Found Family
Späte Liebe
Humor und Herz
Charaktergetriebene lesbische Romance

«We are so pleased to have you with us, Ms Mearns.»
Alistair clasped Brogan’s hand firmly and looked her
directly in the eye. «To be able to spend the afternoon with
you and welcome you personally is one of the privileges of
the chairman. The school board will understand why my
decision to appoint you was the right one. I have no doubt
about that. I look forward to exciting times.»
The imp clearly sparkled in his eyes, and Brogan thought
she detected the hint of a smile. «I will now leave you in Birdie’s
extremely capable hands – but please don’t be such a rare
sight. My door is always open to you.» With that, they
exchanged farewells, nodded to each other, and he rushed out
of the room.
As Brogan sank into the wingback chair, she regarded
the vice-chair with an amused look. «So, Birdie – how
controversial was my appointment as headmistress really?»
«Well, darling, you know how it is. These venerable institutions
cherish their male figureheads. With your appointment, you
are the fifteenth headmistress – and the first woman and not
yet forty. Time here doesn’t so much progress as it rather
struggles forward like a wounded soldier on the battlefield.
Alistair wants to bring in fresh air, and he’s starting with you.»
Birdie emptied the last sip of gin from her glass. «Some things
have hardly changed since your mother and I were here.» She
paused for a moment, lips pressed together, as her gaze rested
on Brogan. «You know, your mother would have been so proud
of you. Do you remember when you announced you were going
to Durham?»
«God, yes.» Brogan imitated her mother’s voice. «You’re turning
down Cambridge for Durham? Are you out of your mind?» Soft
laughter filled the room. Brogan liked talking about her mother.
It was something she rarely did, but sitting here with Birdie,
who had known her so well, and indulging in memories brought
her comfort. She looked out through the leaded windows at the
long, tree-lined driveway and tried to imagine her mother and
Birdie as young girls walking around the grounds in their gingham
dresses and navy felt hats. Her mother would have been the one
to rush ahead, always looking for adventure. She sighed softly,
the smile fading.
«I miss her.»
«I know, darling. It’s hard. I miss her too. I miss her energy, never
knowing where she would call from next. Cairo, Shanghai,
Budapest.»
Brogan lowered her gaze, remembering that terrible call she
had had to make. Birdie had been the first person she had
contacted the morning her world had fallen apart. She had tried
to stammer out the words between sobs and screams. Jakarta.
Mum. Marriott. Bomb. The memory was hazy, blurred, but with
sharp edges – like an old, patched-together film that kept playing
over and over again. A lump rose in her throat, her nose tingled,
and her eyes became moist. With a deep breath, she swallowed
all the emotions, letting them settle for a moment.