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.

London, 1990 Sharon Goldblatt My best friend Danny is sick. Really sick. We know what it is, we know how he got it, but we don't know how to make him better. Even the doctors and nurses don't know. Although that doesn't stop one particular nurse on his ward from acting like she knows it all. She's bold, brash and bloody infuriating when she dismisses my questions and concerns at every turn. But I'm determined to do whatever I can to save Danny from AIDS. Because my family rejected me long ago and my social life consists of reading too many superhero comic books, so Danny is all I have. I'm a 27-year-old lesbian who has never kissed a woman and he's all I have. And more than that, I'm all he has. So Florence F\*cking Nightingale better keep out of my way if she knows what's good for her. Kate Xiao Hong Chiu People think I'm crazy for loving my job. My husband divorced me because of it and even some nursing friends keep their distance, but these are not my problems. My sole focus is treating my patients or rather making them as comfortable as possible. Which is why I don't take lightly to people getting in the way of my job, like this Sharon woman who thinks she knows better than me because she read a few articles. Does it matter that I keep wondering if the shaved sides of her head feel like velvet? No. Is it interesting that she seems to love Lady Phantom comics as much as me? Just a coincidence. Do I wonder what her body would feel like pressed up to mine? Yes, but that's irrelevant. I have a job to do, and when there aren't many of us willing to do it, I'm not going to let anyone stop me from doing it. People's lives literally depend on me so Sharon Goldblatt and her honey-brown eyes can take a running jump... and not into my bed no matter how good that would be. Nightingale is a frenemies to lovers, grumpy/grumpy sapphic romance with lesbian and bisexual rep, a Jewish MC and a British Chinese MC, and butch/femme representation.

Blurb, cover and tags & tropes coming soon! But for now I'll leave you with, "I've got 99 problems but being queer isn't one of them."