Paula Christian (1)

Val MacGregor had always been so strong, proud, self-sufficient and contained.
Her adopted family, ‘Mom’ and Della, stood by in miserable disarray, wondering how a bitch-kitten like Toni could hold her in thrall this way, demean her and tear her apart only to kiss her together again.
Val wondered herself.
‘How much more would she have to not see before she could break away from Toni… her lies and her deceits. The way she would seduce Val, dance for her, tease her and then when Val would finally let down her defenses, pull away with a tired yawn. It was a cat-and-mouse game, one which was slowly driving Val out of control. She knew it, but she didn’t know what to do about it.
‘Could love really destroy this much; could it eat away at you over and over? Was it possible to love someone you didn’t like… someone you hated? How sick do I have to be, Val wondered, how sick to put up with this?’… (meer)

Val expected men to desire her…sophisticated witty, attractive Val MacGregor was one of Inter-American’s most populas stewardesses. There was about her a provocative awareness of her own sensuality that excited men, and Val fully enjoyed their eager attentions. Never had she given thought to any other kind of love. Then one day lovely, dark-eyed Toni was assigned to be her co-stewardess. From their dirst moment of meeting Val sensed something oddly disturbing obout the girl. Not until later did she realize what it was-and then it was much too late! This book offers a refreshingly realistic treatment of women who are ‘different. ‘ Without the usual tragic and doomed atmosphere, Paula Christian has created a memorable and moving story about a difficult and much abused subject.… (meer)

Love Is Where You Find is completely counter-clockwise to Paula Christian's Another Kind Of Love, which has a much happier, more healthy ending not typically found in lesbian pulp fiction.

Other than the rather exceptional writing for its genre, Love Is... has little else to offer. In fact, I found myself so distraught by the ending (inexplicably, really, since many books have had sad endings in my lifetime) I wished I hadn't read it.

It's not just the "it's just a phase" element that sucker punches just when you think everything is going to be alright, but how much the book seems to go in a positive direction, _then_ veers off to the stereotypical.

It's very fitting, though, that the electronic version of this is included with Another Kind Of Love. It makes for great comparison/contrast.… (meer)