Win a free copy of Come and Go

LadyLit Contest

LadyLit is giving away two free copies of Come and Go. Click here for more information on the contest (and the rules). Also, due to Amazon’s price matching policy, Come and Go is still available for the (inexplicable) price of $1.03 (at least from where I’m accessing the page, but this could change at any time).

Good luck (if you’re entering!)

Come and Go for $0.99!

Come and GoI know, lesbian drama has never been this cheap. Ladylit is having a summer promo sale this week and, if you haven’t yet, you can now buy Come and Go for $0.99 (which is less than the price of almost anything really).

Here are the links:
Amazon US
Amazon UK
Smashwords (with this coupon code SS99V)
Rainbow eBooks





Dirty Pleasure

Dirty PleasureDirty Pleasure, a short story prequel to Come and Go, is available for FREE from Amazon and Smashwords.

During a decadent weekend in Hong Kong, Lee and her best friend Charlie encounter a slew of interesting characters. One of them is Stevie, a girl who ignites a spark in Lee. Can Stevie restore Lee’s hope that Hong Kong is not totally void of lesbians?

This short story is set before the novel ‘Come and Go’ starts and has some of the same settings and characters (mainly lesbros).

Enjoy (it’s FREE!)

Come and Go

Come and GoWhen I first started this blog I had no idea that, a year and five months later, I’d be sitting down to write a post about a book inspired by it. Lee had quite a journey on this blog, and it isn’t over yet. In fact, I don’t think I’ll ever let go of Lee Harlem Robinson, the severely flawed but good-natured, blazer-wearing heroine of both this blog and the novel. But here we are now, today, and it is quite a day for me.

Don’t worry, I won’t go all sappy on you (even though I kind of want to), but writing and self-publishing this book has been such a pleasure – from first sentence, to first chapter to first draft and finally (after many more drafts) the final product. And it would never have happened without this blog. I have enjoyed writing it so much and I will surely miss it, but it’s time for something different now.

Come and Go is out today and is available as e-book and paperback. You can get it here:

Thank you for sticking around and I hope you give the book a try,

Hannelore Arbyn


“Can’t she send you somewhere closer?” Alex asked, an incredulous look etched on his face. “Like Brussels or Paris. Somewhere the Eurostar goes, for instance.”
“We don’t have offices there.” I was still too shocked to display empathy towards him, my best friend I was considering leaving behind.
“Do you know what Hong Kong is, Leesbian? It’s China. They’re bloody communists. Do they even have lesbians there?”
“Less chance of heartbreak then.” I refilled his glass of port, catching a lost drop with my finger. “Anyway, I don’t have to go.”
“Don’t be daft.” He leaned back and crossed his arms over his chest. “A promotion like that? You’d be the boss. You have to do it.”
“It’s the other side of the fucking world, Alex.”
“You’ll be fine, sweetie. They speak English over there, and I’m sure you’ll find some girls to corrupt.”

The next few days I worked outside of the office as much as possible, giving Lucy a chance to catch her breath. When I went in on Friday, rushing inside the building to catch the lift before the doors closed, I found Lucy in it, as if she was waiting for me.
“I’ll take the next one,” I said.
“Don’t.” She pushed the open-door button so hard the blood almost drained from her finger. I stepped inside, the air heavy with awkwardness. “Have you reached a decision?” she asked.
“Yes,” I said to her reflection in the mirrored door. “I’ll do it. I’ll go to Hong Kong.”
“Good.” The BTG office was on the sixth floor so the ride up didn’t take very long. “I’ll start making the necessary arrangements.” As soon as the doors slid open she hurried out, and, without looking back, walked away.

Everyone I had spoken to, without exception, had advised me to do it. I had let their enthusiasm carry me and, in the end, determine the outcome. I spent the next months finding storage for the stuff I couldn’t take, answering the same questions with meaningless answers over and over again, acquainting myself with Hong Kong labour laws and attending farewell parties that grew more tearful as the date of my departure approached. A week before I was scheduled to leave, the last week of July, a severe bout of panic hit me straight in the gut. Was I really doing this? Could I do it? Would the loneliness not kill me? I turned to the one person I knew who had given up her homeland, for no less than love, decades ago.
“I heard you’re skipping town,” Claire said as soon as she had opened the door to her house to me.
“Oh yeah.” I didn’t wait for her to invite me in. I assumed I was welcome. “I can’t hang around here forever.” I stalked past her and waited in the dimly lit hallway.
“It’s so nice of you to say goodbye.” She leaned against the railing of the stairs, tilting her hips toward me in a way that almost made me want to stay. “Do you want a drink or would you rather go straight upstairs?”
I made no pretence of being there for any other reason. It had to happen, if only as an inevitable last goodbye.

“Is there any chance you’ll go with me?” I asked, only half-joking. I was scared out of my mind by then. Fear of the unknown clinging to my every thought and every action.
“Oh baby,” she said, her hair falling into her eyes as she hunched over me, “we’ve danced that dance a million times. I think it’s time we called it a night.” That’s when I knew I’d made the right choice.