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.

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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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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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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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The Brats of St Bestoras, that is. This is a tidied up edition of one of the earlier Sappho’s Brats books. It has a shiny new cover, but if you already bought it I wouldn’t bother buying it again as it’s pretty much all the same stuff.

What sort of book is this? Well, it’s non-sexual F/F.  It contains the sorts of spankings you get from a stern teacher or a bossy older sister. It is full of very naughty girls doing very naughty things and one of them has access to a dragon – so you can imagine how that might go.

“St Bestoras is a college for the elite. Here we do not mollycoddle, we do not cosset and we do not give extensions for any reason. I do not care if your entire family was consumed by dragons. In fact, consider your families consumed by dragons at the outset and your lives will be much easier. Please note that no refunds will be given for unexpected deaths or cosmic translocations occurring after a thirty day grace period.”

Ace Frost is beginning her first year at the St Bestoras College for the Dark Arts. She’s already made a new friend, the fiery Isogarde the Terrible and things are looking good for the young woman who always dreamed of becoming a witch.

Having bonded in the first few minutes of their time at St Bestoras, Ace and Isogarde set their classmates on fire, shoot one another with elemental bolts, rip doors off hinges and earn the ire of the Mistress of Discipline who has no qualms about using a sturdy cane to make her point.

Will they ever learn to behave themselves? Or will they go down in history as the Brats of St Bestoras?

(Hint: They won’t ever learn.)

Read yourself the first chapter!

As I’ve been doing a bunch of cleaning and sorting and fantasy writing lately (not necessarily in that order) I’ve gone back and dusted off one of my earliest F/F novellas, Rogue the Serpent and given it a bit of a going over and a shiny new cover. If you haven’t read Rogue before and you like the idea of bratty little aristocrats being shown their place by strong noble ladies with a dose of fantasy thrown in for good measure, you’re in for a treat.

Read the first chapter of Rogue!

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I love this series, it’s so much fun. I hope you’re all enjoying it too. If you’re not then I can only assume you’re here as a result of some deep seated masochistic need to be miserable. In which case, welcome all the more. Here’s hoping you all had a lovely Christmas, or non-denominational holiday. And now, more story…

Atrocious and Kira stared each other down whilst Atrocious dangled from the warrior’s grasp. It was all dreadfully impressive, but Atrocious just couldn’t get into the spirit of the thing. “I’m hungry,” she said. She was more than hungry, her stomach was growling and also somewhat unpleasantly sore in a familiar, unwanted way.

Taking Atrocious’ words as some kind of acknowledgement of her authority, Kira lowered her down to the floor. “Then eat something and stay out of my way whilst I deal with this robber.”

“Just leave her alone,” Atrocious snapped testily. “Can’t you go five blasted minutes without starting a fight with someone?” She turned away from Kira and started going through Ayla’s bag. She was pretty sure the witch had packed some food in there. She was craving sweet satisfying goodness, something derived from the cocoa bean if at all possible. She went through the bag tossing out dried meats, dried fruits, cheeses, even the fine bread she usually enjoyed greatly. “Why isn’t there any proper bloody food in here?”

“What are you looking for?” Ayla made the inquiry patiently even as Atrocious made an unholy mess out of their provisions.

“Something worth bloody eating,” Atrocious growled.

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Merry Christmas! Here’s a little chapter to enjoy

“Stick ‘em up!”

Atrocious came to consciousness slowly and reluctantly. She had not slept at all well. The stone hearth was uncomfortable and her dreams had been… disturbing. It appeared that morning was not going to bring any relief from her ongoing woes. As sleep fog faded from her mind Atrocious became aware that she was being robbed before she’d so much as opened her eyes for the day. It was almost enough to convince her not to bother getting up at all.

“Stick ‘em up,” a strident and enthusiastic voice demanded.

“I do not think so.” Kira spoke to Atrocious’ left.

“Nor do I,” Ayla chimed in on her right.

Atrocious risked opening one eye. The sight that greeted her surprised her into opening the other eye too. They were being robbed by a young woman about the same age as her, a woman who seemed to have fashioned her attire according to entirely fanciful whim. Her bright blue pants were wide and baggy, after the fashion of a pirate. The leather vest she wore looked sturdy enough, but the gaudy yellow shirt underneath it was bright enough to qualify as an assault on the eyes in its own right. In addition to the blue and yellow attire, she was adorned with colored bangles clattering up and down her arms and wide gold loops that had been stuck through her earlobes.

She was pretty. Very pretty actually. Her eyes were almond shaped, vaguely exotic and her skin had a natural native tan that would have needed no sun to maintain. Her lips were full and sensual, smeared with red berry juice. Atrocious might have been tempted to think that she was a sweet sort of person, but the fact that she was threatening the three of them with a curved scimitar and the sort of broad grin that suggested she enjoyed what she was doing rather a lot could not be ignored.

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This short erotic spanking story is a short, erotic spanking story. I win at blurbs.

You’ve been naughty and you know it.

I warned you over and over again. I’m not the person you want to push. I’m not the one you want to brat. But you didn’t believe me and now here we are, you’re stammering apologies as usual and I’m coming to a decision that I should have come to a long time ago.

I hold you on my lap and let you squirm. I can feel the moisture seeping through your panties. You’re wet. You’re wet because you’re a naughty little brat with a pussy that needs to be taught a lesson like the rest of you. I take hold of the front of your panties and tug them up, making them sit snugly over your clit and lips. The additional pressure is pleasant and you wriggle all the more for it.

“Are you going to spank me?” You ask the question playfully, coquettishly. You’re not taking this seriously, not yet. The tingle in your little clit is distracting you from what’s really happening here.

“I’m going to spank you very hard,” I tell you. “I’m going to spank your bottom ’till you cry.”
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