It’s been a while, hasn’t it? It’s been a while, but Atrocious and Rogette and Ayla and Kira are all back and doing things. If you remember from last time, when we left off Atrocious was about to be destroyed by Kira for depriving her of her spanky prey.

Part Three

“What else is new,” Atrocious scowled. “I regret everything I’ve ever done. What makes you think I give a damn if you hit me now? Go on.” She put her hands down and took a step into Kira’s range. “Go on then. Hit me and make yourself feel better. Someone might as well feel good.”

With a sort of mad inspiration provided by wild hormonal imbalance, Atrocious had managed to say one of the very few things capable of stopping an angry Kira in her tracks. Instead of grabbing the little thief and thrashing her on the spot, Kira stopped and looked at her with an incredulous expression on her face.

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I thought I knew how the game worked. I thought I had it all figured out, slinging high interest loans to people too stupid to know better or too far gone to have any other option. I had a nice car, a house in the suburbs. I had cable television, twenty four hour make up and shoes that matched my handbag. I was an apex predator at the top of my game. I thought I was untouchable. I was wrong.

I’d forgotten one thing, one very important thing. It doesn’t matter how big you are – there’s always a bigger shark out there. In my case, that shark was a revolutionary named Scarlett Black. She didn’t just want my money, she wanted me. All of me. She claimed my body, opened my mind and demanded nothing less than total obedience. She didn’t get it.

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Excellent news everyone, my latest novella has escaped into the wild just in time for the weekend and it’s rolling about in the grass just waiting for you to catch it

It’s worth noting that I’ve dubbed Lady Shark an erotic thriller. Most of my other books fall into the spanking romance category. That’s not to say that this novella doesn’t contain spanking content or the occasional bit of warm fuzziness, it most certainly does – however it also has a little more of an edge to it than pretty much all of my other works. It’s sexy, it’s hot, but it’s also a little dark. I hope you’ll enjoy it!

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And now for something a little bit different! Fans of erotic lesbian domination will enjoy Lady Shark, the fast paced, action packed tale of Ricky Wells, a small time loan shark whose world is ripped to shreds when a revolutionary with a bone to pick decides to teach Ricky a lesson or two, or three… or… you get the idea.

You can expect the book out late July, but in the meantime, there’s an excerpt to whet your appetite.

Lady Shark

Forget everything you know, forget every lesson you were ever taught. All the rules have been broken, all bets have been called off. The world as you know it is about to disappear.

I thought I knew how the game worked. I thought I had it all figured out, slinging high interest loans to people too stupid to know better or too far gone to have any other option. I had a nice car, a house in the suburbs. I had cable television, twenty four hour make up and shoes that matched my handbag. I was an apex predator at the top of my game. I thought I was untouchable. I was wrong.

I’d forgotten one thing, one very important thing. It doesn’t matter how big you are – there’s always a bigger shark out there. In my case, that shark was a revolutionary named Scarlett Black. She didn’t just want my money, she wanted me. All of me. She claimed my body, opened my mind and demanded nothing less than total obedience. She didn’t get it.

Excerpt:

I found an oversized shirt that came down to mid-thigh and pulled it over my head, pleased to find a cure for my nakedness. I would need some proper clothes and some underwear. For the moment I had neither and I felt unpleasantly exposed as I waited for her to emerge from the shower and tell me what we were doing next. I sat on the bed, looking towards the bathroom door like a dog anticipating the arrival of its owner. That was what my life had boiled down to, sitting around waiting on Scarlett to direct me this way or that. I was no longer in control of my choices. I was no longer in control of anything. She’d stripped away my power bit by bit until I was left thoroughly impotent, a puppet waiting for mistress to pull her strings.

Creeeeeak…

Bare skin. Slowly rolling droplets of water running from elegant long neck down to an erect pink nipple.
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It has been a month or two since there’s been a new release, but one is upcoming, so stay tuned, watch this space and all that good sort of stuff.

The Witch’s Broomstick

A modern lesbian romance with a magical twist, The Witch’s Broomstick follows the fortunes of Anita and Georgia. They’re a normal couple if you don’t count the cane in the corner and the potions in the basement. Anita is the seventh daughter of a seventh daughter of a seventh daughter and fancies herself quite the powerful witch. She’d rule the world, if only her strict (and completely non magical) girlfriend Georgia would let her.

Excerpt:

“No.”

“What do you mean, no?”

“I mean no.”

“You can’t tell me what to do.”

“I just did.”

Anita’s jaw had dropped, her milky brown eyes filled with despair. “You can’t be serious.”

“You’re not going. It’s not safe,” Georgia asserted, folding her arms over her chest.

Paused halfway through the door, Anita glanced out towards freedom. Cars streamed through the village filled with people off doing things. People who didn’t answer to their partners the way she did. Lucky people. “Georgia, come on.” She pulled off the floppy crocheted hat that covered her mousy hair and tossed it on the floor in a show of pique. Georgia seemed unimpressed. Then again, Georgia was rarely impressed by anything Anita did.

Georgia was Anita’s antithesis. Where Anita was short and petite with choppy brown hair that scraped her shoulders and always threatened to fall into her eyes, Georgia was taller and her slick blonde hair would never have thought to cross her in that way. Even now it fell around her face in long, ponderous waves that perfectly framed her face. Her deep blue eyes were fixed on Anita with native determination. (more…)