I’ve decided to release the Trouble Books archive once more, so you’ll find six spanking new short stories to read. From vampire spankings, to naughty eastern acolytes, and from rebellious lesbians to strict Victorian gentleman, there should be something to suit all tastes.
Finally, the third book in the Rogue the Serpent series is out. I had an especially good time writing this one, and those who were always a fan of Rogue’s independent streak should be especially pleased with this tale. If you’d like to sample a little more of the goods, the sample chapter link below contains the full first chapter, and a spanking for naughty Rogue.
The third book in the Rogue the Serpent series finds Rogue trapped in the snowy northern lands under the watchful eye of the beautiful and strict Oksana, infamous tigress of Icebane.
The icy northern climes do not suit Rogue’s temperament, nor do the frequent discipline sessions she finds her self subjected to. But when an escape attempt lands Rogue with sweet maid Suki in her arms, she realizes that she can no longer run.
Rogue must make a stand for freedom and for love. But will either be tolerated in a land where one woman rules all?
(10 chapters / 61 pages)
A Rogue’s Rebellion
Mar 3
You might perhaps be wondering what has been happening here at Trouble Books as it has been a few days since I updated Drexler’s fate. Well, never fear, Drexler’s Fate will be returning in a couple of days, but not before the third book in the Rogue Series, ‘A Rogue’s Rebellion’ is published.
For those of you who have been enjoying the tales of Rogue, here is a little sneak peek to tide you over 
Enjoy!
“Lady Oksana, it is a pleasure.” A pudgy hand was extended towards the object of the greeting, the red haired warrior lady of the north, a woman who carried scars with the honor of men, the inimitable, the terrible Lady Oksana. Feared, revered and now after the death of Colban, ruler of all Northern states, surrounding leaders naturally sent their respects and well wishes. None wished to be the target of an army lead by this icy eyed beauty.
The handshake was not to be however. Before he could take her pale hand and press his thin lips to her flesh in a pledge of loyalty, a dark shape flung itself out of the shadows and the unfortunate emissary collapsed into a high pitched screaming mess.
“Rogue! Release Lord Brach at once!” Oksana rose to her feet, her shining black leather leggings and chest piece creaking menacingly as she did. Where there was not leather, there were the stark lines of tattoos and scars earned in battle, each one made with meaning, each one fraught with significance, each one the memory of a death missed by a hair’s breadth or less. Oksana focused her angry gaze on the smaller woman with her fangs embedded in the unfortunate emissary’s leggings. Rogue. Typical Rogue. When the totem of the serpent rose within her, all conscience, all notion of right and wrong, good and evil escaped her, she became as cold blooded as the best of her totem and just as deadly.
Her eyes golden and slitted, Rogue looked fearsome and otherworldly, but that did not intimidate Oksana in the slightest as she gripped the little monster by the back of her neck and forced her to release the very shaken rotund man.
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Hell’s Little Bandit
Feb 28
I’d like to share this preview of my forthcoming lesbian spanking novella, ‘Hell’s Little Bandit’. Rae Stead is hell’s little bandit, a biker who obeys no laws but her own. But she’s thieving on borrowed time…
“She’s a lesbian,” Marty shouted to me, hiding her words behind her long blonde hair.
“She’s a what?” I replied. The comment had come out of nowhere. One moment we were sitting in the back of the smoky club watching the writhing patrons for signs of a good mark, the next Marty was shouting sexual orientations at me like some mad game of ‘I spy’.
“A lesbian,” Marty shouted again.
It was loud in the club, but I’d heard her perfectly well that time. I followed the significant glance of her eyes towards a woman who was sitting at the bar, laughing and drinking with several young women around her. She was older than them, in fact, I’d have guessed that she was probably older than most people in the bar. Her face had a maturity to it that you didn’t often see amongst the wide eyes and grins of the young fools that flocked this place every weekend. I put her at mid forties at least, but she was dressed stylishly in what looked to be black leather. In front of her on the bar, there was a dead give away motorcycle helmet. So she was a biker. That explained the way her long dark hair had been braided up around her head.
“Wonder what sort of bike she has,” I shouted back to Marty behind my hand, nearly getting a face full of boobs as she turned towards me. We were decked out in our work gear. For Marty, that meant a low cut top that showed off her cleavage and plenty of make up, enough to hide her real features and make her look like just another little club slut. I was dressed to blend in. Dark pants, dark top, my shortish brown hair pulled back into two little pig tails at the base of my head. I wore no make up, if you didn’t count the false nose silicone glued to my face. It crooked like a witch’s nose and made sure that any eyes that settled on my face soon passed on to more attractive visages. In that club, I blended in completely, my presence no more noticed than the furniture.
