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! ;)

Apologies for those who got caught in the comment filter last time, I think I fixed it this time :)

Rogette the Great PT 9

They could have argued on and on forever, but the tension was broken with yet more tension as a mail clad fist pounded on the far side of the closed door.

“Open up in the name of the queen!”

“Oh my gods,” Atrocious whispered in a squeak. “They’re here.”

THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP

“OPEN UP!”

“Get up,” Kira said in a low voice, patting Atrocious’ bare bottom with a calm and comforting touch. Atrocious obeyed immediately, sliding off Kira’s lap and pulling her britches up quickly. It was bad enough being cornered by soldiers, she wasn’t going to be caught with her pants down too.

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Yesterday’s Lesbia update prompted a plethora of calls for Rogette’s hide. That might have been a mistake.

Rogette the Great PT 8

“I hate you all,” Atrocious sobbed, entirely ignored over Kira’s lap.

Rogette gave a little shiver and looked around. Her mother had been a medicine woman and a certain sensitivity had been passed onto Rogette. Sometimes she felt things, premonitions, whispers in the ether. In the moments after Atrocious’ spanking she could feel forces unknown baying for her bottom. With furrowed brow she bit her thumb towards the shadowy little devils who wanted trouble for her.

Ayla caught her eye, raising a questioning brow. “And who was that directed at?”

“I don’t know,” Rogette replied. “I sense trouble.”

“That’s just Atrocious,” Kira said, slapping Atrocious’ bottom lightly.

“Let me go!” Atrocious demanded, finding courage from some dark recess of her brain where her wits had been stunted.

“No, I don’t think I will,” Kira replied. “I think I’ll spank you again.”

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Just in case it wasn’t clear, which it probably wasn’t because clarity is not my strong suit, this tale takes place in between Training Rigel and Obeying Rigel. In other words, it is the fourth ‘Rigel’ book and effectively second in the series – which doesn’t have a name. If you’d like to suggest a name for the series, please do. Right now ‘The Love Lives of Lesbians Who Go To The Gym A Lot‘ is the working series title. And if I don’t come up with something better, I’m going to have to add that to the Amazon listing description, which I am sure will do wonders for sales.

The Newbie

Taking a leaf out of Rigel’s very successful handbook, Tank steeled herself against possible rejection and caught Victoria as she was heading out. She was fresh from a shower after her workout, she’d changed into clean sweatpants and a baggy knit top that did her no real justice, but Tank didn’t give a damn. Victoria could have emerged from the showers wearing a burlap sack and she would have looked cute. “Hey,” Tank said, blurting an invitation out before she had time to over think and stumble over her words. “I was wondering if you’d like to get a drink sometime.”
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In which Tank’s seductive seductions continue… or something to that effect ;)

The Newbie

“How’s the work out coming along?” Tank was checking on Victoria. It had been half an hour and she was clearly starting to wind down, Tank wanted to make sure she stopped instead of pushing it too far and burning herself out completely on the first day.

“Good,” Victoria puffed slightly. Her cheeks were a bright pink from exertion, combined with her curls and gem like eyes, she looked like an adorable doll as she placed her feet on the non moving sides of the treadmill.

“I hope Rigel didn’t bother you.”

“Rigel?”
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Hello to all! Brats, uber brats, recovering brats and those of a toply inclination blessed with maximum authoritah. We return to the gym, where Rigel is facing Tank’s music. Will she fall prey to a staccato punishment? Or will she find a way out?

The Newbie

“What. Did. You do to Victoria?” Rigel barely got through the door before Tank advanced on her looking all protective and maternal. Rigel had seen that look on her face before, but she was used to being the one protected, not the one being dealt with as a threat.

“Nothing, I swear! I just asked her if she wanted water or towels.”

“What else did you say?”

“Nothing!” Rigel backed away against the wall. “It’s not my fault she’s a freakin’ weirdo.”

If she hadn’t been in trouble when she walked through the door, she was after she said that. Tank’s expression darkened further. “I warned you about that, didn’t I?”

“Wait, no, Tank, I’m sorry.”
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Such interesting conversations being generated by this tale! Here’s a little more for your eyes…

The Newbie

Victoria stood still, letting Tank manipulate her shoulder and arm to check for injuries with long, capable fingers. She’d been stiff as a board when Tank first laid gentle hands on her, but now she was relaxing and leaning into what was fast becoming a shoulder massage. Tank smiled as she rubbed her fingers over Victoria’s shirt clad skin, massaging with a firm touch that worked out the knots. In the far mirror she could see Victoria’s eyes closing slowly, like a contented cat. It was with real regret that she stopped, not wanting the moment to draw on too long and become awkward again.

“I don’t think you’ve done any long term damage,” she said, letting her digits linger on Victoria’s shoulder for a moment. “Don’t push yourself so hard. Next time you might not be so lucky.”

“If you don’t push, you don’t get anywhere.” Victoria’s reply sounded like something straight out of the meat head’s guide to motivation. Tank loathed that kind of thinking. No pain, no gain just wasn’t true in her experience.
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Seeing as everyone’s enjoying this so much, I figured I’d post a little more from the latest Tank tale. Thanks for all the feedback and niceness everyone :)

The Newbie

Reluctant to make any more of a fool of herself, Tank left Victoria alone until Rigel drew her attention to a problem. “Your ‘girlfriend’,” she said making dramatic air quote motions with her fingers, “is going to kill herself. “

Tank glanced over and saw Victoria struggling with the pull down machine. The reason for her difficulty was clear – she was trying to lift about three times as much as she should have been. Tank realized she’d been the last one to use that machine and had left the weights set to her comfort level. It was not a weight remotely suitable for a beginner.

The sight of a client about to get themselves into serious trouble was enough to overcome any reservations she might have had as she made her way over to where Victoria was straining and panting against the weights.

“Hi,” Tank smiled. “Those are a little heavy, don’t you think?”

“I… can… do it…” Victoria said, going red in the face as she struggled through another painful pull-down. Her arms trembled with the effort, every muscle and tendon straining to take the strain.
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Just in case you thought tops were all suave and slick like a certain Rigel…

If you’re just getting here now here are parts one and two.

Another excerpt from The Newbie (working title):

Victoria didn’t come back the day after her assessment. She didn’t come back the next day either, or the day after that. Tank knew as well as any other gym manager that 90% of people who joined gyms never showed up more than twice, but she found herself hoping that Victoria would.

For reasons she couldn’t explain, the woman’s absence made her morose. More than once she checked Victoria’s enrollment sheet, gleaning what information she could from it. Her address was there, along with other information. Her birthday was the 24th of February and she was five years younger than Tank. She worked, according to the sheet, as an accountant at a local firm.

“Haven’t you processed that?” Rigel spoke over Tank’s shoulder, making her jump and scowl.
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A little more from my new Tank story… I know I only posted a little bit a few hours ago, but I’m sure there won’t be too many complaints of over sharing :)

Newbie 2

“Victoria?” Tank pushed the door open. “I’m sorry about that.”

Victoria was standing next to a locker looking as if she wanted to dive inside it. Her eyes were still wide, she’d removed her spectacles and Tank could now see that they were a crystal hazel, like a rare rock run through with veins of copper ore. “You hit her,” Victoria mumbled.

“Trust me, she deserved it.”
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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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Iskendar is a harsh land, especially for rebellious young women who refuse to quietly accept their place in the world. When rough urchin Kai and cosseted Priestess-to-be Lucy meet in the midst of their own personal rebellions, worlds collide.

Is their passionate attraction and the firm hand of the powerful noblewoman Rael enough to subdue them to the useful and the good? Or will their rebellion eventually tear them, and Iskendar, apart?

REBEL PRINCESS is a 20,000 word erotic novella, the first in the Iskendari Rebels series. It contains both M/F and F/F sexual content.

Snippety snip:

“Kai.” Rael said warningly.

Kai struggled out of bed grumpily. “Where’s the fucking fire?” she growled as she did. Rael’s gaze was sharp to say the least.

“Please refrain from using that language,” she said, her tone deceptively soft.

“I’ll speak how the fuck I want to,” Kai replied petulantly, turning her back on Rael dismissively. In the next moment a pain seared through her backside, and even as she squealed she wondered where Rael had taken the hot poker from, so intensely did her backside burn. That train of thought was quickly cut short as she was lifted by the scruff of her neck and swung around to face the woman. Lifted up so her feet were off the floor, she dangled before those intense gray eyes, which now seemed to burn into hers.

“You will not disrespect me in that fashion, and you will not disrespect yourself by behaving in such a manner, do you understand me?” Rael spoke softly, but each word fell on Kai’s ears in no uncertain manner. She felt a shiver run along her spine as she was allowed a glimpse into the soul of the woman holding her and saw, for a fleeting second, just what she was capable of.

“Yes ma’am,” she whimpered.

Rebel Princess is the first book in what I am now calling the Iskendari Rebels series. Because why not. Some details are changed from the original. Without spoiling too much, I didn’t think it realistic that Kai would roll over for Lucian the moment they met, so that encounter and a couple others are slightly different.

Read the first chapter!

Buy it on Smashwords, $2.99!

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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 gotta say, right now I’m sort of thrashing around in spanky stories like an overgrown adult in a ball pit. But here’s my plan. To celebrate the release of Training Rigel, I’m going to release a rewritten version of Operation Sadiemeister, retitled ‘Loving Rigel’ to, you know go with the whole -ing Rigel thing this series has going.

If you haven’t read this story before, you’re in for a treat.

EDIT: It’s out! It has a whole new ending and several thousand new words, but is pretty much the same story as Operation Sadiemeister, if you don’t count the whole ‘different ending’ thing and a little bit of additional sexytimes. But only a little bit.

Blurb:

The third book in the Rigel series, in Loving Rigel Sadie and Rigel have settled into their one-sided polyamorous relationship, but the course of true love never did run smooth, even more so when the course of true love was pitted with well earned spankings and attempts to date other people. As Rigel and Sadie struggle to find a balance, there’s more trouble on the horizon. Kate, good, quiet, studious Kate has discovered her brat side – and she’s about to express it with a vengeance.

LOVING RIGEL is a 22,000 word story containing lesbian sex, disciplinary spanking and open relationships.

Get it on Smashwords if you want! (Will be out on Amazon in 12 hours or so too.)

Loving Rigel Excerpt:

“This is not going to end well,” Kate groaned to herself.

“What’s not going to end well?” The door creaked shut behind Rigel, making Kate and Sadie both jump.

“Er, nothing!” Sadie chirped, turning the sink tap on full blast, sending a jet of water into the sink that splashed off the largely clean dishes and hit her square in her chest. “Ah fuck!” she swore, reaching for a dish towel.

“You’re home early,” Kate said sweetly to Rigel, once more covering up for Sadie’s nerves like a pro. Sadie dabbed at her shirt in the kitchen, frowning at Kate and wondering if she possibly was a spy. She could have been one. A moment ago she had been abuzz with nerves, now she was making polite chit chat in her normal way.

“Stacy didn’t feel very well,” Rigel said, shrugging off her coat.

“Aw, that’s no good,” Kate commiserated.

“No. It’s not. This place is clean. You two must have been hard at work before you went bush,” Rigel said dryly, looking around the house as Sadie inwardly cursed herself for not having tramped more dirt through the hall.

“Yes, well, we wanted to make it nice and clean!” Kate’s voice was beginning to sound slightly strained.

“Steam cleaned, huh?” Rigel said, inspecting the carpet as she took her shoes off. “I didn’t know we had a steam cleaner.”

“We don’t. Sadie hired one. She wanted the house to be extra nice for you,” Kate explained, turning and giving Sadie desperate eye roll expressions to try and get her to explain herself.

“Oh Sadie did it, did she?” Rigel drawled, casually wandering over to the kitchen, where Sadie was now squeezing enough dish-washing liquid for the entire African continent into the sink. “Sadie is awfully quiet today,” she observed, hooking her finger in the back of Sadie’s pants and pulling her away from the sink.

Sadie squeaked as she was drawn back and turned around to meet Rigel’s gaze. Up close like that she could only look up at her, a fact Rigel capitalized on as she wound an arm around Sadie’s waist and secured her chin with two fingers. “And why have you been such a busy little bee,” she asked softly, gazing down at her captive with a quirked brow. (more…)

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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