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Goodreads UK: A Lesbian RomCom With Love, Lycra, and Lesbians
Lesbian RomCom UK
Dearest Readers,
Word travels fast in our little corner of the bookish world, and I have it on good authority that Britain has a new romantic obsession. No, it’s not a torrid affair between your neighbour and the postie (though keep your eyes open). It is, in fact, The Soft Kind—a laugh-out-loud lesbian romantic comedy fresh from the pen of yours truly.
Allow me to paint the scene. Jenny Collins, our heroine, had only one mission: tone the thighs, reclaim the dignity, stop weeping under the fluorescent lights of the M&S changing rooms. What she did not plan on? Being emotionally rugby-tackled by Elodie Lane—a woman so gorgeous, so cool, she makes oat milk look mainstream.
The trouble is, Jenny isn’t even sure if she likes girls. Or if Elodie is just that rare creature who is nice for the sheer sport of it. Or, indeed, if it’s socially acceptable to swoon in public whilst wearing a compression top (spoiler: it’s not, but it happens).
The Soft Kind offers you a full banquet: queer awakenings, annoying exes, tight tops, unexpected tenderness, and second chances—served with the wry humour of someone who has actually attempted a plank in public. It’s perfect for fans of sapphic slow burns, emotional glow-ups, and awkward kisses that fumble into something real.
So, dear reader, prepare yourself: there will be blushing, there will be banter, and there may even be a suspicious increase in gym membership applications after reading.
Softly (but with intention),
Jess Harley
Dearest Readers,
Word travels fast in our little corner of the bookish world, and I have it on good authority that Britain has a new romantic obsession. No, it’s not a torrid affair between your neighbour and the postie (though keep your eyes open). It is, in fact, The Soft Kind—a laugh-out-loud lesbian romantic comedy fresh from the pen of yours truly.
Allow me to paint the scene. Jenny Collins, our heroine, had only one mission: tone the thighs, reclaim the dignity, stop weeping under the fluorescent lights of the M&S changing rooms. What she did not plan on? Being emotionally rugby-tackled by Elodie Lane—a woman so gorgeous, so cool, she makes oat milk look mainstream.
The trouble is, Jenny isn’t even sure if she likes girls. Or if Elodie is just that rare creature who is nice for the sheer sport of it. Or, indeed, if it’s socially acceptable to swoon in public whilst wearing a compression top (spoiler: it’s not, but it happens).
The Soft Kind offers you a full banquet: queer awakenings, annoying exes, tight tops, unexpected tenderness, and second chances—served with the wry humour of someone who has actually attempted a plank in public. It’s perfect for fans of sapphic slow burns, emotional glow-ups, and awkward kisses that fumble into something real.
So, dear reader, prepare yourself: there will be blushing, there will be banter, and there may even be a suspicious increase in gym membership applications after reading.
Softly (but with intention),
Jess Harley
