“Something much bigger,” Moondust giggled under her breath, hiding her smile but not much else of her anatomy. She was blessed with a beauteous body, well kept by the frequent ingestion of herbs to the exclusion of most anything else. Though Ayla maintained a respectful demeanor, it was impossible not to notice the curve of her breasts, the smooth line of her stomach, the way her abdominal muscle narrowed as it made its way down toward the short scrap of fabric which preserved the vestiges of her modesty.

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We return to Lesbia, where Ayla is meeting her mysterious guests…

Kira made her apologies and took her leave quite quickly. Time was of the essence. War was at hand. There were things to do. Judging by the speed at which she mounted her waiting steed and rode away, the first of those things was to get as far away from the two she had left at Ayla’s cottage as possible.

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I decided that I missed writing Lesbia, so I have started writing a new online series featuring our favorite forest witch Ayla in a series of compromising positions. Or at least one compromising positioning. And a whole bunch of misappropriated suffixes and pluralities. Lost for a title, I have working titled it “Lesbia Three, The Lesbianning.” I think that gets the point across. Subtle, but tasteful. Just how we like it.

So yes, go read the thing!

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Heat from flames made ends of golden hair streaked with lighter strands of gray turn up into tight little fizzing coils. The forest witch sat before the hearth as she had so very many times before and dropped chopped herbs into a potionous blend which bubbled and churned with pleasing vigor. The witch’s robes were in a similarly relaxed state to that of her hair, parting almost to the navel and revealing ample bosom as they did. The witch had lived more years than any other in Lesbia, but one would not have known it to look at her. She was as seductive as she was kind, and as dangerous to those who might cross her as she was skilled in the arts of magic.

A heavy handed knock at the door heralded the arrival of an old friend. A friend so old that once she had knocked, she wasted no time in coming in. The door creaked open, and the many hundreds of days which had passed between that moment and their last meeting seemed to fade in an instant.

“Ayla,” Kira said, stepping sideways through the door which was far too narrow to allow her armored shoulders to pass through squarely. “It is I.”

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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.

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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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!

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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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I binge watched Orange is the new Black this week. I won’t provide any spoilers, but I do have one thing to say. Is Laura Prepon’s character, Alex, supposed to be long sighted, or short sighted? Because she quite often pushes her glasses up into her hair when she’s talking to people, which implies that she is longsighted, and perhaps only needs her spectacles for up close viewing. But when her glasses are broken the fuzzy camera work tells us she cannot see at a distance. Which means she’s short sighted. But short sighted people don’t take their glasses off when they’re talking to people.

What should happen when she pushes up her glasses is her eyes should go all squinty and she should look like a rat that just got a whiff of cheese. Instead, she just looks hotter. It’s not fair. I demand a reckoning. Or more Laura Prepon scenes. Because there really aren’t enough.

Oh, and I updated Lesbia…