About Locked & Loaded

Edited by SA Clements
213 pages / 102500 words
ISBN: 1-934166-14-6, 978-1-934166-147
Available file types - html, lit, pdf, prc, paperback

Girls with guns. Women defending their honor. Spies who love other girls. Lady Gamblers.That's what Locked and Loaded is all about. This anthology explores what happens when the ladies stop being ladies and start kicking butt. They're hot, they're good with a gun, and they're finding love in all the right places.

From pirates on the high sea to Old West sharpshooters to modern mercenaries, Locked and Loaded explores the sensuality of a woman making her place in a man's world. Cops and space captains, sharpshooters and Girl Fridays in old Hollywood, all of them are looking for a good woman and a good fight. Breaking down stereotypes as easily as they break down doors, the women of Locked and Loaded will knock your socks right off!

Featuring Torquere Press favorites like Julia Talbot and BA Tortuga, as well as new voices like Dallas Coleman, Tracy Shelito, and Crystal Barela, this anthology is sure to please.

Editor SA Clements has gathered stories from some of the finest writers in lesbian fiction. These tales move across history and the modern landscape, speaking of passion, intrigue and romance. And ultimately of power and passion.

Review

Alexa Snow, author of Clear Cut, writes:

Locked and Loaded is an anthology of short stories that's packed full of hot women who are made hotter by the fact that they know how to handle a gun. It also contains an astonishing amount of variety, from historical gunslingers to modern-day policewomen to futuristic space stories. The stories are all well-written and compelling regardless of whether they are serious or light-hearted, sweet or hot (and often they're both!)

It's clear that every reader will find multiple favorites among the stories in this collection, possibly to the point where it's difficult to choose one that stands out among them. This is the kind of writing that draws you in. It can be hard to find one short story with strong female characters; here are nine, and each of them compelling and fascinating. This is one anthology you don't want to miss.

Sample

Ginie forced her hair into a braid, oiling it to make it stay still, before grabbing up a simple singlet and bloomers - no skirts or stays for her. She prided herself on the boyish cast of her figure, the way her hose and breeches clung with nary a curve. The blouse that awaited her was snow-white and her boots shone. Her lady would be hard-pressed to feign indifference to her this day.

She closed her eyes a moment, imagining the blonde mane that her lady Anne combed and pinned and teased so, sweet vanity, forcing the fall of silk into submission so that it framed the heart-shaped face and brought the icy blue eyes into sharp relief. Like sapphires in a purse of pearls. How she loved to slip the tiny pins away, feel the sheet of hair fall upon the milk-pale skin of her own sweet whore, to hear the gasp from the bee-stung lips as Ginie slipped her fingers into the curve of Anne's bodice.

Between her thighs, her own curls were like fence wire in comparison, but they were damp and familiar to her fingers as she leaned against the smooth wood of the bedpost, one foot propped on her sea chest as her hips moved and rocked. In her mind's eye she could see Anne, spread out for her upon simple sheets, a wooden phallus and oil set close by, should Ginie wish to play the man and thrust deep within that golden, honeyed heat. Ginie rarely did wish it, choosing to spend her coin and time worshipping full pink nipples and the sweet curve of Anne's belly before she pushed lower and lapped at the lush rosy folds that offered such pleasure, such a nectar that she never could find anywhere else.

One of her hands fell to her breasts, teasing and tugging at the dark nipples 'til they stood out proud and firm, the wetness around her fingers growing as she pulled, her folds slick and her little nub full and begging a touch. Her fingers were callused and rough, dragging some on her skin, and she would admit to taking a thrill from it, even as she longed for the gentle petting that Anne would offer her, the almost shy strokes on her skin, like a kitten lapping cream.