Good news everybunny! Training Rigel, the prequel in the “Rigel’ series will be free on Amazon.com for one day only, the 12th of May, which is tomorrow if you’re reading this today, or today if you’re reading this tomorrow. Or yesterday if you haven’t read my blog in two days, in which case, that’s what you get for slacking.

Training Rigel

This short erotic lesbian discipline story is set a decade before Obeying Rigel. We find Rigel as nothing more than a badly behaved and completely out of control young brat on the edge of losing herself in drugs and alcohol and mindless sex.

Tank is a very stern older friend who has no intention of watching Rigel destroy herself. She steps in with the intention of providing some much needed discipline but soon finds herself lost in the same dangerous attraction that draws so many women to Rigel.

TRAINING RIGEL is a 14,000 word story containing lesbian sex and light spanking discipline.

Get it on Amazon! (Normally $2.99, FREE May 12!)

Reviews Plz!

Reviews are appreciated! In fact, they are the single most important thing you can do to help an author out. The lack of reviews on these books is, quite frankly, breaking my metaphorical balls. If you are wary of leaving reviews on Amazon because your account name is your real name, I’d like to make you aware that it is possible to change your name on  Amazon.com. To change the name associated with  your account, go into your ‘Account Settings’.

and choose the ‘Change Account Settings’ option. Clicking the ‘edit’ button to the right of your name will allow you to change the name you leave reviews under!

This allows you to change the name that is publicly associated with your Amazon account, so you can leave reviews as anonymously as you like. Please use these powers for good and not evil . You can change it back afterwards if you like, or leave it, Amazon doesn’t tie you to your account name as much as people like to think, so there is really no excuse not to leave a review. You hear that, brats? No excuses!

You know what we need? We need more Tank. That’s what we need. This is a little bit from something I’ve been working on in the Rigel series, but this isn’t going to be focused on Rigel but rather on Tank.

The Newbie

Early morning at the gym and Rigel was sitting on the reception desk clad in a tank top and shiny sports pants. She also wore a cocky grin because she was teasing Tank about her love life. “Why aren’t you dating someone then?” She tossed her dark shaggy hair out of her eyes and waited for a response.

Tank shrugged her broad shoulders and shuffled papers from one side of the till to the other. “Women are trouble.”

“Not all women are trouble,” Rigel argued. “You just need to find a nice one.”

“I have enough on my plate trying to wrangle this place, let alone the people that work in it,” Tank said, giving her a significant look.

Rigel grinned broadly and was about to make a reply when the appearance of a new customer cut their conversation short.

It was a woman, somewhere between mid twenties and mid thirties – it was hard to pick her age. She was mousy, hunched over and wearing a tweedy jacket three sizes too big that made her look a lot chubbier than she probably was. Round glasses, frizzy hair and slightly asthmatic wheeze completed the picture.

She looked at the floor mostly as she shuffled up to the counter, but once she arrived she glanced up quickly at Rigel and Tank. The effort of having made eye contact with them made her blush and she fixed her eyes on the counter for the rest of the conversation.

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Leaving off from where we left Kai and Constance last time…

Assassin’s Ascent

“You want to see her in your current condition?” Constance flicked her deep blue gaze up and down Kai’s withered frame as she spoke scornfully. “Do you want her to see you like this? Weak and shriveled away?”

Kai scowled, her animal green eyes narrowing in the process. “I am not weak,” she gurgled with a breath that seemed to take forever to draw in.

“Another relapse could finish you off. You are hovering on the brink as it is.” Constance did not speak out of concern for the erstwhile assassin, but in an attempt to convince Kai to go away peacefully. The queen took a special interest in the scrap of humanity still clutching a knife in her bony hand. It would not go well for anyone who was found to have harmed her.

Even a head shake took great effort on Kai’s part. “I don’t… want to live if I can’t see her.” It was a moment of unfettered honesty that made Constance warm ever so slightly towards her would be assailant. Living in the castle, one became accustomed to silver tongued diplomats. But diplomacy was not Kai’s strong suit. She spoke little, when she did speak it had the ring of truth to it.

Constance could see how Lucy would have found that an appealing trait. She found it a rather appealing trait herself. “You don’t trust me, so I won’t ask you to,” she said. “But you must know that you will not be allowed to see her until you are well.”

“You’re right,” Kai coughed. “I don’t trust you.”

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Rebel Princess was where it all began. Now we’re going back to the source to continue the tale of the assassin Kai, Queen Rael and of course, Iskendar’s most reluctant High Priestess.

Assassin’s Ascent

Constance bent over a map of Iskendar, her brow furrowed in concentration. She was a striking woman in many ways, in the shoulder length straight blonde mane that was rare in the local lands, in the scars that she visibly bore in the cleft of her breasts and in the extreme execution of her office. On this occasion, as on almost every other occasion, she wore dark leather from head to toe. It clung to to every curve and line of her long body as though it had been made specifically for it, though the top was unlaced to allow her skin to breathe. The light from a sole candle reflected in her jewel blue eyes and cast soft shadows across her bosom before bouncing off the shiny hilt of the sword at her waist.

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Just cross-posting this from LokiRenard.com in case anyone missed it

It’s out! Out there! Training Rigel, the prequel to Obeying Rigel, is now available on Smashwords. It will be out on Amazon tomorrow, but if you want a copy for your kindle, you can get one on Smashwords if you don’t want to wait the 12 hours or so. Some of you might notice that I’ve swapped from Lulu to Smashwords and wonder why. It’s mostly because Smashwords offers my books in every common e-reader and online format – providing you, the reader, with a better experience. In addition to that, Smashwords aren’t a pack of complete w*nkers who take books and sell them to major retailers without the author’s permission. It’s the little things that count.

Okay, back to this Training Rigel thing, here’s the blurb for your referencing!

This short erotic lesbian discipline story is set a decade before Obeying Rigel. We find Rigel as nothing more than a badly behaved and completely out of control young brat on the edge of losing herself in drugs and alcohol and mindless sex.

Tank is a very stern older friend who has no intention of watching Rigel destroy herself. She steps in with the intention of providing some much needed discipline but soon finds herself lost in the same dangerous attraction that draws so many women to Rigel.

TRAINING RIGEL is a 14,000 word story containing lesbian sex and light spanking discipline.

Get it on Smashwords for $2.99!

Get it on Amazon.com for $2.99!

If you haven’t yet read the teaser, heh, teaser, you can read the first bit of the story here…

After two months (and a lot of poking from a certain Sparrow,) we make our return to the woods where powerful witches and sexy warriors and bratty thieves and bandits reside…

Rogette the Great, PT 6

“Yeah, you’re a giver alright,” Atrocious said snidely, glaring at Rogette. “You give your body away for all it’s worth, which is apparently nothing more than a roll in the hay.”

“See now you’ve gone and messed with the wrong girl,” Rogette scowled, launching herself at Atrocious in a furious flurry of open palmed slaps that caught the so called thief around the face, ears and wherever else she could make contact. “I’m not going to take your shit, even if they do,” she declared roughly.

“No. Stop. Stop it at once. Or later. Whatever works for you.” Kira spoke in a dry, disinterested drawl, folding her arms over her chest and watching as Atrocious had her ass handed to her by the bandit. Ayla did not seem inclined to intervene either, turning a deaf ear to Atrocious’ squeals for help as Rogette smacked her around.

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I made a cover! And I got the title for the new Rigel book all sorted too ‘Training Rigel’ has quite the ring to it, don’t you think? I also think the cover is pretty too. Pretty!

Also, another tiny little snippety bit:

In Tank’s office Rigel began to feel more than a little claustrophobic. She sat in a hard molded plastic chair and watched as Tank settled herself behind the desk. Having solid wood separating them made her feel a little better, but it did nothing to make Tank less intimidating.

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This is another little snippet from the upcoming Rigel book. Note that I’m not doing this as a series, I’m just going to put up little bits and pieces as the mood takes. Feedback is always nice if you like to do that sort of thing

Eyes blinked open. Rigel lay on her back, staring up at the sky. Her vision was blurred but pin points of light dancing back and forth made the view beautiful until the early morning rays of light crept into the vista, taking her stars away.

Wetness was all around her, the dew on the morning grass. There was a lot of grass, stretching off into the sprawling suburbs. Her powers of deduction revealed that she’d slept on a lawn. Vague recollections of how she’d arrived there mangled their way through her head. There was a swing set but an arm’s length away. She used it to lever herself upright.

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Some of you will already have read Obeying Rigel. You’ll therefore be more than familiar with the dynamic, vigorous and oh so Toppy Rigel. In Obeying Rigel she’s a slick ladies woman, but there is a past hinted at, a chaotic past full of recrimination and other things starting with r. This is a little excerpt from what could be a prequel which I’m dubbing ‘Lessons for Rigel’.

Lessons for Rigel

Fresh from a post-workout shower, Chris ‘Tank’ Watkins stretched and pushed her way out of the gym. It was late, almost midnight and it had been a long day. She was about to turn around and lock the door when the sounds of loud banging and cursing distracted her from her task.

Out in the carpark, a small, very familiar, figure was beating the shit out of her car. She was fashion forward in the year of our lord 1985 which meant being dressed in tight stonewash jeans and a matching jacket. She threw punch after kick after punch at the body of the Corolla. Her dark shaggy hair, long at the back but shaved short at the front, swung across her pale face obscuring the scowl from time to time.

“Rigel!” Chris dropped her gym bag and jogged over to the scene of the auto beating in progress. “Rigel, settle down.”

“No.” The smaller woman balled her fist and slammed it into the side of her car. Her knuckles bloomed with red pain, little cuts breaking open in the skin from repeated punishment.

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In which the author gazes at her navel…

This might be a series of posts because I think I’ve accidentally stumbled onto something of a ‘deep’ topic. I recently released a book called ‘Over Loki’s Knee’. (This isn’t a book plug, seriously.) A reader asked why I’d called it that. Was it because I thought of my readers as being over my knee in some sense?

I replied vaguely, but mostly in the affirmative. After all, a book isn’t just some words on a page that people read and either find pleasing or displeasing – it is a means of connection. When you read these words, words that I have written, my voice speaks in your mind. If I write a top that makes you tingle or a brat that makes you want to giggle with glee, that is a collaboration between my mind and yours. The message and the reciever combine to create the experience. A reader coming to a story with a particular prejudice or interest is going to have a different experience from that of another reader with different interests and prejudices.

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