The Warrior Is Coming (More Erotic Lesbian Fantasy Spanking…)

Hark! The warrior is coming with leather and lash to punish all the naughty little peasants and slaves and evildoers who roam the land of Lesbia.

The next post I will make will be to announce the publication of the next ebook in the Lesbia series. Until then, enjoy this :D


Kira stretched, her muscles aching in protest as her powerful limbs moved this way and that. She was tall and broad with the hard cheekbones and narrowed eyes of one who has seen too much bloodshed. Her dark hair was plaited in its customary style, wound and pinned about her head so as to keep it out of her eyes, face and weapons.

She was a handsome woman. The multitude of scars and scrapes on her body did not diminish her attractiveness in any way, instead they added to it, explained the hard look which was perpetually present in her dark eyes. Kira’s was a face of character and of beauty tempered like steel to something more than mere attractiveness.

Dressed in leather and toughened hide, she was well equipped with all the tools of her trade. Steel gleamed from a dozen sheaths, knives and swords festooning her broad and ample frame. She scratched her nose, making the muscles in her arm ripple as she watched the bushes down below move back and forth. Continue reading

Caught In Kitties | B.R.A.T. Excerpt

Running to escape the slaps, Sakura hurtled into their quarters, her hands covering her backside. “I get to go out,” she crowed. “And you can’t stop me!” She jumped up on the bed, beaming broadly. “I get to go ouuuutt, and you can’t stooop me,” she sung, dancing back and forth, clothy kitty heads bouncing in time with her excited motion. Continue reading

Virgin City Reaches Top 50 In Amazon’s Lesbian Romance

Virgin City has broken through to the Amazon Top 50 for Lesbian Romance, which is super nice, so thanks to everybody who has supported the book and the series so far.

Lesbia is something of a labor of love for me, a project I’ve been working on for almost three years now. It’s not your typical fantasy story, or your typical lesbian story, or even your typical kink story for that matter. For me, it sits in the adventurous nexus of blade swinging, magic making, personal growth and kinky sex. This means it falls between a lot of stools, and often ends up rolling around on the tavern floor, swiping dropped coins and swearing at passers by.

Lesbia is not a tale for those seeking an ideal world. (Unless your ideal world consists of hard handed warriors spanking deserving bottoms, in which case, it totally is.) But it’s certainly not aspirational fiction. The heroines, even the popular ones, are far from perfect.

Reed, the central character in Virgin City, is probably one of my favorites so far. She’s a strong willed, independent woman who is managing as best she can in a world she doesn’t quite fit into the way others do. Yes, she can hit the reset button on creation, but that doesn’t mean she feels at home in it. Her path is not an easy one. Her powers are more of a curse than a blessing, even when she uses them for her own personal gain.

In addition to Reed’s internal struggles, she has to contend with the fact that everybody in Clitera City has their own agenda. Reed has found something of a home with the outcasts of Clitera, a group known derisively as the Ratlings, but among those grasping thieves she cannot be entirely at peace. To deal with the realities of life, Reed takes refuge in a herbal haze. It’s a temporary fix, but it offers some respite from the crushing grind.

When a beautiful half-elf witch named Ayla shows up and insists she is there to take care of Reed, it’s understandable that Reed is cynical. And when Reed loses her powers, she realizes just how small and vulnerable she really is in a world she can no longer command at will. The realization brings with it panic, rebellion, a full on flight from the very thing she’s always desired.

Reed’s not the only one running. There’s Rog, the idealist living in his dead brother’s shadow, Callista, a widow who craves the hard hand of someone who can put limits on her sexually aggressive behavior, and Crispin, a mischievous power hungry elf very far from home.

Clitera City is full of broken hearts and wounded souls. Ayla cannot save them all – but she might be able to save one.

Virgin City, Lesbia Spanking Fantasy Book, Out Now

Virgin City

Clitera City is the crown jewel of Lesbia, a great bustling capital where fortunes are made and dreams come true. But it is also home to a seedy underbelly, and there can be no seedier than Reed, a lady layabout and ne’er do well into whose hands fate has delivered the city and all who dwell in her.

When Reed falls ill, and almost off a cliff, she is judged to have gone too far with her wicked ways. Illustrious seductress and witch, Ayla, is sent to redeem the second summoner and to set her on the straight and narrow.

However, this being Lesbia, the straight are hard to come by and the narrow tend to take all manner of twists and turns. Subduing Reed to the useful and the good will be no easy task.

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A New Lesbia Book, And New Lesbia Updates

Hello my lovely readers! You may have noticed some re-shuffling going around today. That’s because I’m now at the point where I’m almost ready to release the second Lesbia book, now titled Virgin City to ebook. That means most of Clitera City Trials is no longer available online, but for four bucks you’ll be able to pick up the whole Clitera City series to keep, plus some bonus content (of the kind that was too hot for the online series,) so it should be worth your time, and your four dollars to do that.

In the meantime, the series is continuing in a new book with the working title, Warrior’s Return, picking up where the last story left off. Hope that’s not too confusing for anyone!


For the third time that evening, unexpected footsteps were heard on the staircase. To Rog, Crispin, Kira and Callista’s surprise, Reed and Ayla came down the stairs together. Nobody had noticed Ayla leave any more than they’d noticed Reed’s earlier disappearance. It was as if there were some kind of portal between the Rusty Hankor’s bar and the bedrooms upstairs, with the way people disappeared in one place and seemed to appear in the other.

“What have you been doing?” Rog made the inquiry, noting a particularly peculiar flush to Reed’s cheeks.

“I was up there being intimate, with Ayla,” Reed told Rog, lifting her chin. “Shall I tell you all about it? Shall I move in with her? Maybe she’ll pay me a retainer too.”

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