Sometimes a bottom gets a little out of hand. Sometimes she thinks she can turn the tables on her top. Naughty Anna is about to discover her place when she tries that on Tamsan* in this excerpt from my latest WIP.
Tamsan stood next to the bed fully dressed, shirt, jeans, buckle, boots and all. “Get dressed, we’ll walk over to your place.”
“Ugh, dressed,” Anna said. “Clothes are so restrictive and pointless.” She reached for Tamsan’s hand and tugged the woman down atop her naked frame. “Why don’t you take those clothes off and see how free you feel?”
Tamsan’s lips covered hers in a hot kiss. “Tempting,” she murmured against Anna’s mouth. “But we really should get to work.”
“Are you always in the habit of spying on people?”
“Sometimes?” Atrocious answered the question with a question as her eyes darted around the room. She was looking for a way out, but Ayla was blocking her way fairly effectively. Sure she could have maybe pushed past her or applied a little more physical force if necessary but Atrocious was not given to outright aggression in most instances, and certainly not against beautiful ladies she’d recently seen in compromising situations. There was also the magic to consider, oh, and the fact that Ayla was bigger than she was. None of those things would help if worst came to worst.
“Someone should teach you a lesson,” Ayla purred, reaching out towards Atrocious with her fingers splayed. “A lesson in when to look and when not to look.”
“Listen, I…” Atrocious began to apologize, but before she could finish the sentence her vision went black. She uttered a shriek of fear, afraid that Ayla might have killed her and that she was looking into the void of her own non-existence, but a hand on her knee and a voice that was quickly becoming familiar spoke. Keep reading…
Looking for something to really sink your teeth into these holidays? Over Witch’s Knee is my full length fantasy spanking novel (over 120k words and more than 500 pages long.) It follows the fortunes of Atrocious Lex, a plucky peasant with aspirations to a life of crime. After swiping a soldier’s horse, Atrocious’ plans for a life of infamy are cut short when she meets a witch named Ayla who claims to be three thousand years old.
Ayla is beautiful.
Ayla is seductive.
Ayla kidnaps Atrocious.
What Ayla doesn’t know is that Atrocious is not just another pretty face. Atrocious is trouble – more trouble than one witch can handle, possibly more trouble than even a goddess can bear. Atrocious has a destiny, one which will draw her, and a cast of witches, warriors, robbers and the occasional foot sealing toad to the very ends of a land of magic, mystery and matriarchy.
Poetic praise for Over Witch’s Knee, from sparrow:
Two years in the making! So long waited for!
A tale of destiny… and Lust… and love… and war…
Of witches, elves and goddesses and warriors and toads
A cast of thous…uh…hundr…uh… (believe me, there are loads!)
The first volume of Lesbia’s History and Lore!
You’ll laugh, you’ll sigh, you’ll shed a tear, and end up wanting more.
Each of these naughty ladies you can’t help but adore,
As each you praise in one breath and in the next deplore.
Each one without exception you’ll likely come to see
Deserving of a spanking while bent over a knee!
Jerry Schwartz is an undercover, plain clothes, and just plain trouble police officer. Part of the vice squad, she’s always been happy slumming it in the underworld – until a routine traffic stop puts her at odds with a beautiful woman who turns out to be her new boss.
Lara Ashcroft is a British expat with a talent for firm, but fair leadership. Brought in to whip the Belfort vice unit into shape, she expects resistance from much of the squad – but she doesn’t expect to fall in love with its most difficult member on her very first day.
Accustomed to running rings around an indifferent chain of command, Jerry has some adjusting to do when it comes to Lara’s strict new regime. And Lara? Well Lara might just have met her match.
“Oh that’s what you want to do?” Lara purred the question. “You want to bite?”
Jerry nodded, pearly white teeth held fast to Lara’s hand. Her eyes were dancing with mischief, caramel brown pupils ringed with golden halos. She was no angel. Never had been. Certainly wasn’t now with her pussy grinding against her girlfriend’s leg, seeping wetness against dark leather. Keep reading…
A lesbian love story spanning two decades,’Rigel’ follows the fortunes of four unique women as they live, love, and drive one another mad with adventures in monogamy, attempts at polygamy and the pursuit of real romance (with a touch of much needed discipline on the side.)
If you’ve already read all the Rigel-ing books, this won’t be of much super interest to you, but if you haven’t, then this is a good opportunity to pick ’em up. The Rigel series is something of a fan favorite, featuring some wonderfully toppy tops, but a good dose of angst and romantic mistakery as well.