Thirst is a collection of short stories where jaunty, lusty, creepy, quirky characters, all needful, discover what they want is not what they get. A man obsessed with terrorism, a woman in an abusive marriage, a secret forced into the open are a few of the dilemmas faced by desperate characters reaching blind. Included in Thirst is the award-winning story "DMV".Reviews: "Composed of twelve short fiction stories about human desire and want, Thirst captured my attention from the moment I began reading it. Ranging from a story about a professor's unquenchable thirst for young undergrad women to the enticing read of two women playing off each other in a bar to attract men, Linda Lavid's writing is sophisticated, masterful, and full of desire." Great New Books"This short story collection is exquisite, exciting and a pleasurably fast read. Each story, although different in nature, is woven to the next with the common threads of infidelity, a multitude of flaws and the ever delicious...jealousy." Literary Lighthouse Reviews "I would recommend this book to book clubs. I think discussing which story is each person's favorite and why would be very interesting. And anybody can find the time to read "Jealousy". Especially for those who read during breakfast...Linda Lavid manages to write stories that are short and sweet, but branches out to the short and bitter, and manages to make them all short and startling." Reader Views"The author has written a delightful collection of short stories, filled with a wide range of human drama. I especially enjoyed the author's notes at the end of each story, giving us a window into the creative process. Enjoy!" JTreat"Linda Lavid's short stories are wonderful--mysterious, compelling, and populated by painfully human characters driven by fundamental needs. Lavid understands desire like few other writers. This book, like Rented Rooms, is well worth the time spent with it." GERoss

For three and a half years, Jenna has been trying to get a man to fall in love with her. Well, not just any ordinary man, but specifically, Leonard Hartnett, her sometime boss in the mail room where she works. She’s tried everything from the obvious to the ridiculous, and a little beyond, if that were possible, but then sleeping for three months with a shoe she had stolen from his apartment, or lying within a triangular configuration of burning incense and tree bark at four in the morning with the hope of astroprojecting herself into his heart, might just qualify. But such misguided attempts were months ago, having been driven, she would now say, by erratic hormonal levels that have since quieted from jagged peaks and valleys to smoothed rolling hills, copasetically green. Thanks to a psychic named Verishna, Jenna now has proper counsel as well as a money-back-guarantee to finally, and categorically, make her wish come true.