Friday Fiction Fun: Lightning That Lingers

Lightning That Lingers coverLightning That Lingers

Jennifer Hamilton is the new children’s librarian in Emerald Lake, Wisconsin. The ever so foxy adult services librarian, Annette, has organized an after work party at the local strip club called Cougars. Jennifer is taken with the ultra cool Phillip, the dancer with the heart of a poet. ┬áTogether they discover love and romance.

A couple of things this story assumes (which I totally LOVE!):

-The “bad girl” (okay, not really bad) is in Adult Services

-Youth librarians are innocent and sweet

-The library director drives a Gremlin

-The librarians all hang out in a strip club called Cougars

-Nude stripping is evidently legal in Wisconsin

I totally want to work at this library!


Lightning that lingers back cover

Lightning that lingers excerpt

Lightning that Lingers chapter 2

Lightning that Lingers chapter 2 continued


  1. What’s with the banner across the front? “Now write under their real names” ??

    The rest of it I’ll leave alone, except for the “friendly blue box” that probably no longer exists.

  2. She’s waltzing in a dusty attic of a deserted mansion with a male stripper? How in the world did she manage that? I love how these books have the most preposterous settings and themes! I wonder if he leaves the business once he finds “love with the librarian.” Women strippers always do, they were just doing it to put themselves through college, or to support a disables child, something that made it “OK.”
    In 1983 were they still saying “foxy?” I was in high school in the 70s and it was used then. Besides, women never called other women “foxy” that I ever heard?
    This would be fun to read aloud! I have to tell you we have picked up old romance novels at sales (free) for read-aloud in our family of mom, and 2 older teens! Want a funny one, try Captive Lover, by Kate Walker. It is so bad it is wonderfully funny! I don’t know how many times the author has to mention Cal’s “vivid green eyes!”

  3. Given that Emerald Lake is a fictional community, I suppose stripping could be legal there. ­čśë (Emerald Lake is a real lake in Wisconsin, but there’s no associated town of that name.)

    Mind you, strip clubs are the sort of thing generally covered by municipal statute, not state law. So in a small town, just plunking one down outside of city limits would do the trick.

  4. When I was in college, one of our favorite games to play in the dorm was to get an old romance book, pick different people to read the parts, and read aloud. One of our favorites was “Captive Dove,” a silly Western about a white woman who falls for a half-blooded (never full-blooded) Indian. It had two Indians with the preposterous names of Cat Face and Pink Cloud, which always sounded like a bathroom tissue to me.

  5. What sweet little librarian would write her MOTHER to say she had been to a stripper bar? Hey, Mom, we took a sightseeing tour and then I enjoyed watching a naked man writhing in front of me in a sleazy bar.

  6. Cat Face, he’s got a big cat’s face,
    He’s got the body of a cat and the face of a cat,
    And he flies through the air coz he’s got a cat’s face,
    Cat Face!

  7. I totally want to read this book. I thought the much adored Windflower by the Curtises was kind of meh, but a stripper poet and a librarian? Bring it on!

  8. I was going to link, but it is an adults only site–if you are curious, just google “sugar shack Lake Geneva WI”. Back in the early eighties, it was very popular–and legal–for eighteen year old young women to go see the male strippers there. (ah, my youth, ladies and gentlemen!)

    From the male dancers side of their site: “Sugar Shack is one of the only clubs in the world to offer a completely ‘uncensored’ male venue.”

  9. Eh, this is nothing compared to all the librarian theme porn out there. Just google it up some time. There’s a ton of old books that says all librarians – well, the women at least – are nymphomaniacs but only after being raped. Until then they’re all uptight virgins. Afterwards it’s all about doing both men and women in the stacks.

    And romance novels really aren’t that silly anymore. Go visit the site to learn how much they’ve changed since the 70s and 80s.

  10. Oh my gosh, I would LOVE it if this book was in my library! I’ve had Sharon and Tom Curtis highly recommended to me before. I knew they were also Laura London, but didn’t know about Robin James! (See – the covers are servicey!) And now I find they are available on the Nook…hmm off to Amazon to see if it’s on Kindle! I mean, a male stripper and a children’s librarian – what could go wrong? (I mean that in the most sincere way possible – interesting premise!)

  11. My favorite part of (*kaff kaff*) romance novels? The euphemisms.

    Okay, check it. About fifteen years ago I was living in a sort of informal collective on the Berkeley/Oakland border with twelve or so other punk rock geeks. One roomie had a job at a used book store, another was working at a porno shop. Both were allowed to pilfer products that weren’t selling.

    Soon, the bookshelves were getting filled with C-grade bodice-rippers — stuff that would embarrass Judith Steel — and straight-up smut; the porn novels were of a grade that would make the editors of the Penthouse ‘Forum’ letters go, “Ewww…” In a house full of literate, oversexed weirdos, this ended up turning into a rather odd game: A huge dry-erase board (obtained from who-knows-where) was nailed to the wall in the living room, and a census was begun of the most creative euphemisms for ‘male erection,’ with the Harlequin entries on one side and the smut entries on the other. Read a book, find a new euphemism, write it on the board.*

    The ones from the porn books were about what you would expect: I mean, books with titles like “Horny High School Hussies” and “Captive Cousins in Chains” don’t really go for subtlety in their descriptions. (No, I won’t share them here.) It was the romance novel euphemisms that would cause everyone to burst into laughter. None of us could imagine even meeting anyone capable of typing the phrase “the proud evidence of his desire” on a keyboard… At least, not outside of an institutional setting.


    *As an aside, there was a bit of gender role-reversal in our choices of reading. The girls tended to read the hardcore, and the guys read the romance dreck. A sample conversation:
    “Hey Debs, whatcha readin’?”
    “A new one Hawk brought home; um, ‘Stacy Gets Sticky.'”
    “Any good?”
    “Meh. Pretty standard fare… It’s kinda weird, though…”
    “Well, the guy that wrote this really likes the word ‘turgid’ as a descriptive, but it’s misspelled in the book. Not just once, but, like, every damn time. ‘TUG-RID.’ I mean, was the proofreader as big of a spaz as the author?”
    “(*snicker*) Proofreader?”
    “…. Okay, point taken.”

  12. Is that a bed they are on? It must be the narrowest bed ever. I like the digital alarm clock to the right on the bed stand.

  13. Lurker, Sharon and Tom Curtis wrote rather successfully under the pen names of Robin James and Laura London.
    And under the latter name, they wrote one of the best romance novels of all time “The Windflower” which, sadly, is out of print and very hard to find. If you ever see a copy, pick it up and try it.

  14. All I can say is that I certainly hope she doesn’t wear that dress to work. I envision sticky handprints, dust, gerbil excrement, and runny noses staining it, her ripping the hem out when she has to kneel down to talk to a kid, ruffles getting caught on the bookcart…

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