The Raging Peace is from a rare genre, Lesbian trash. (I mean, how many times can you read Rubyfruit Jungle and still laugh?) This is not a book to give your mother to "educate" her about gayness. No, Ma'am. It is the kind of book to read under your covers with a flashlight and (if you're lucky) your lover down between your legs.

The Raging Peace has everything: a millionaire butch with a private jet, her gorgeous femme attorney, bar fights, dykes on bikes, sleazy sex, public sex, leather sex, romance, intrigue - all set against the cosmic backdrop of a powerful goddess' thirst for revenge. So who needs James Bond? All we need now is the sequel! - Pat Califia