Never Love a Man by Dominique Napier

Carole Rowans Was Born To Love — But Why Did She Love Only Women?

What twist of fate sends a normal woman along the unnatural paths of lesbian passion?

From the back cover:

They were a trio of beautiful women — and they had no need for men.

Inside:

“Hurry,” Alestra called.
Carole slipped in beside her.
Alestra’s hands played their symphony, striking harsh chords. There were no kisses. The hands were crude, the nails cruelly cutting.
Carole was transfixed. “What has happened to us?”
“Nothing,” Alestra said, her actions remorseless.
Carole felt panic mounting. “You’re hurting me,” she screamed.
And then she felt the world go red, slip away. Before she sank into tortured, outraged pleasure, she heard Alestra’s words, enraged behind clenched teeth.
“If it’s a man you want, I can fulfill that, too…”