Fourteen years ago I met a woman I've not been able to forget. Her hair was long, her eyes were big, and her gaze kept returning to me from across the room. Her name was Dove. She told me she was straight and I respected that. Or rather, I got grumpy about it and walked away. What can I say? I was young and stupid. But now she's back. Sitting in my studio waiting to get a tattoo of the bisexual flag on her foot. I never do such small pieces anymore but this woman is different. I've never been able to forget her and I never thought I'd see her again. Nor did I ever imagine she could possibly be interested... One thing's for certain, I'm not going to walk away from this opportunity. I want to do everything I can to make sure Dove never forgets me either. Hummingbird is a spicy sapphic novella with sexy times in a tattoo studio, Domme/sub vibes, and a very swoony HEA.

The woman I love is changing. Dove's chasing her dreams, finally doing things she's always wanted to do. And I love watching her grow. But I am also scared. Scared she'll grow so much that the town we live in and the life we share will no longer be enough. Those are the thoughts that haunt me as she spends a week in London for meetings. And I know it's me, not her. I know I've got to work on my own confidence. I know I've got to remind myself to trust her, to have faith in her, to believe in us. But I also know I can't lose her. I waited fourteen years for this, I don't want to wait anymore. Which is why I'm going to ask her to marry me. Tomorrow, on Christmas Day, when she's back from her trip and we're finally alone together, just the two of us. And yet, as it happens we aren't alone on Christmas - Mari, my child, is there having a mini meltdown of their own - and little do I know Dove has a very big surprise all of her own... Part Two is a sequel to Hummingbird and should only be read after reading that book first. It continues Dove and Keeley's love story, which has Domme/sub vibes, festive fun with festive toys, and the merriest and brightest (and queerest) of Christmas days.

Chloe They say the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else. And when the woman you're trying to get over is the biggest f\*ck girl out there, this needs to happen, like, yesterday. So that's my plan. And Radia, my friendly and funny regular customer, is my target. I'm pretty sure she's been flirting with me for nearly a year so this plan should be foolproof. Except, it isn't. Because after our first date, the only move Radia makes is to leave a kiss on my hand and one hundred questions in my mind. Like, why didn't she want to go home with me? What will happen if we go on a second date? And most worryingly, if this is going to be more than sex, where are the butterflies I should be feeling? Radia Butterflies are beautiful, exciting and magical, but they don't last. In fact, in reality, most butterflies only live for a few weeks and then they're gone forever. Granted the butterflies Chloe gives me have lasted a lot longer than that as I've been admiring her from not very far for a year, but now I finally have a chance to date her, I'm not going to rush into something that dies after only a few weeks. Not when I want more. More time with her, more of her smiles, more Chloe. And more than butterflies. Butterflies is a spicy sapphic novella with pansexual and lesbian BIPOC main characters, demisexual and demiromantic representation, and a pleasure Domme who makes her sub count her many, many Os... sometimes in public. For 18+ readers only.