Badger Therese's Blog
October 14, 2025
Covens of Bludfjord series begins with Book 1: Discoveries,
Very proud here to be launching my first collaboration with Norwegian and fellow literoticist Erik Svalbard. It started with a question here in my questions section from Erik about my plans for future projects, and one thing led to another. He shared some of his stimulating work with me, and I asked for proofreading help (something he, although English is a latter language, excels at). At some point in the exchange, he mentioned wanting to write about a schoolgirl coven and I, seeing great potential in the idea, particularly given his knack for presenting young ladies in an adult way, but with plenty of grace and humor, asked him if he wanted to join forces. The result, “Covens of Bludfjord, Book 1: Discoveries,” launches on Halloween and is available for pre-order now. More books planned in the series. Maybe lots more.
May 27, 2025
The Mystery of the See-Me Whore releases June 10
Available for pre-order now, at (US) https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0F9FQGLDJ
January 16, 2024
Cruise du Kinque Sails Feb. 10!
Badger's first collaboration with another author, the amazing Lena White, will appear February 10. Pre-order now at https://mybook.to/MaidenVoyage1
Cruise du Kinque
is the new series name and
The Maiden Voyage -- Part 1
is the title of the first book, with many more envisioned. And the premise? Imagine a weeklong cruise where each of the 14 passenger decks is dedicated to one of the kinks Lena and Badger explore in their respective novels. For fans of mine not familiar with Lena's work, you need to give her a read ASAP. Go to https://www.goodreads.com/author/show... to experience interracial cuckolding, prostitution for fun and profit, and a delicious, alternative universe where the Confederacy won the Civil War.
Lena White
Lena White
January 26, 2021
Out Today: Female Recreational 5: Summer Supplement
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08V1Z8W3T
The only thing moving here were plastic bags, three blowing down what had been called Main Street, bouncing together, buoyed by air alone, one stopping briefly at Athena’s feet before it warped around her ankle and continued on.
“Okay,” said Desmond, “I think this was it.”
Athena followed him into a byway between a long alley defined by walls of tattered, billowing plastic sheeting, stepping with him into a clearing, a ring of humble lodges surrounding scorched brick, scorched pool tiles, scorched fragments of cinder block, testifying mutely that these had been hearths where people had come to cook things.
“Where?” Athena demanded. “Where?”
“That’s probably the bucket,” Desmond said, pointing to an empty pool chemical bucket lying before the entrance to a home made from a quilt and beach towels, its roof a pink tarpaulin.
Athena rushed to it, picked it up, looked beneath it, at a circle of fading green weeds.
“Hannah?” she said once, hopelessly.
She set the bucket down on its side and peered into the dwelling beside it, pausing before she plunged forward.
As Desmond stood behind her, speaking quietly into his phone, Athena reached in, grabbing at an opened sleeping bag, wadding it up and tossing it into the clearing, grabbing up a sheet, reaching into the corner where three black bras, three pairs of white panties had been set, neatly folded and stacked but wrinkled and deformed under a harsh regime of detergentless washing and sun drying.
“Uh,” she grunted quietly as she studied the label on each undergarment in turn, folding them and setting them back. “Uh.”
She continued to scrabble through, uncovering trail mix, dried fruit, a coffee mug, powdered coffee and cream and sugar, and a half-eaten protein bar. She found a stash of toiletries in the other corner, a brush and mirror, the rudiments of makeup, a worn bar of soap, half a box of tampons, a white dildo, a plastic bag with a dozen pills, and a glass jar empty but for a black crust against the bottom, the lid screwed on tight, plastic gloves and a black-stained rag beside it.
Athena, kneeling, returned everything to its place except the dildo and pills, which she slipped into her purse, and she turned to investigate a place along the edge of the space, where sheets and blankets had been piled high, and she pulled them back and found a plastic tub and a suitcase of inlaid leather.
“Uh,” she said again, yanking it out and staring at the brass plate, running her fingers over the three letters engraved there: HSL.
“This was hers,” she said, turning to look up at Desmond, her eyes filled with a horrified despair. “It was in your story. I remember when we got this for her. It was a Christmas present. It’s her initials.”
Athena unclasped the suitcase, popped it open, gasped before an assortment of syringes, pills in prescription bottles, gauze, medical tape, tongue depressors. There was a thermometer, scissors, a razor, iodine in a small brown bottle, three wrinkled tubes of disinfectant, a speculum, bottles of aspirin and ibuprofen, catheters, a penlight, and under everything else, a dog-eared copy of “Illustrated Field Clinic Guide, Fourth Edition” stuffed with cards and sheets of paper.
“What the hell, Hannah?” Athena said quietly. “What the hell?”
The only thing moving here were plastic bags, three blowing down what had been called Main Street, bouncing together, buoyed by air alone, one stopping briefly at Athena’s feet before it warped around her ankle and continued on.
“Okay,” said Desmond, “I think this was it.”
Athena followed him into a byway between a long alley defined by walls of tattered, billowing plastic sheeting, stepping with him into a clearing, a ring of humble lodges surrounding scorched brick, scorched pool tiles, scorched fragments of cinder block, testifying mutely that these had been hearths where people had come to cook things.
“Where?” Athena demanded. “Where?”
“That’s probably the bucket,” Desmond said, pointing to an empty pool chemical bucket lying before the entrance to a home made from a quilt and beach towels, its roof a pink tarpaulin.
Athena rushed to it, picked it up, looked beneath it, at a circle of fading green weeds.
“Hannah?” she said once, hopelessly.
She set the bucket down on its side and peered into the dwelling beside it, pausing before she plunged forward.
As Desmond stood behind her, speaking quietly into his phone, Athena reached in, grabbing at an opened sleeping bag, wadding it up and tossing it into the clearing, grabbing up a sheet, reaching into the corner where three black bras, three pairs of white panties had been set, neatly folded and stacked but wrinkled and deformed under a harsh regime of detergentless washing and sun drying.
“Uh,” she grunted quietly as she studied the label on each undergarment in turn, folding them and setting them back. “Uh.”
She continued to scrabble through, uncovering trail mix, dried fruit, a coffee mug, powdered coffee and cream and sugar, and a half-eaten protein bar. She found a stash of toiletries in the other corner, a brush and mirror, the rudiments of makeup, a worn bar of soap, half a box of tampons, a white dildo, a plastic bag with a dozen pills, and a glass jar empty but for a black crust against the bottom, the lid screwed on tight, plastic gloves and a black-stained rag beside it.
Athena, kneeling, returned everything to its place except the dildo and pills, which she slipped into her purse, and she turned to investigate a place along the edge of the space, where sheets and blankets had been piled high, and she pulled them back and found a plastic tub and a suitcase of inlaid leather.
“Uh,” she said again, yanking it out and staring at the brass plate, running her fingers over the three letters engraved there: HSL.
“This was hers,” she said, turning to look up at Desmond, her eyes filled with a horrified despair. “It was in your story. I remember when we got this for her. It was a Christmas present. It’s her initials.”
Athena unclasped the suitcase, popped it open, gasped before an assortment of syringes, pills in prescription bottles, gauze, medical tape, tongue depressors. There was a thermometer, scissors, a razor, iodine in a small brown bottle, three wrinkled tubes of disinfectant, a speculum, bottles of aspirin and ibuprofen, catheters, a penlight, and under everything else, a dog-eared copy of “Illustrated Field Clinic Guide, Fourth Edition” stuffed with cards and sheets of paper.
“What the hell, Hannah?” Athena said quietly. “What the hell?”
December 14, 2019
NEW: Female Recreational IV: Gargoyles
Probably the last book in the 4-book Female, Recreational series, it's out today!
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B082RFTXJJ
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B082RFTXJJ
June 16, 2019
Free Saturday, June 22: A Compleat Guide
A Compleat Guide to Slave Girl Husbandry seems to have pleased the few people who cracked the cover. One 5-star review on Amazon, two on Goodreads.
But it hasn't gotten much traction. Maybe it's the cover, the medieval setting, the title, the first chapter?
It's probably not the price, which is the same as all of Badger's longer works.
But that price drops to $0 for one day, next Saturday, June 22. Come & get it if you haven't read it. And tell all your (18 and older, please) friends, family, coworkers, neighbors etc.
The goal here is to win a few readers for a book that, perhaps, deserves them. And if it earns a few more honest reviews, regardless how many stars they come with, so much the better.
A Compleat Guide to Slave Girl Husbandry: An Historical Romance
But it hasn't gotten much traction. Maybe it's the cover, the medieval setting, the title, the first chapter?
It's probably not the price, which is the same as all of Badger's longer works.
But that price drops to $0 for one day, next Saturday, June 22. Come & get it if you haven't read it. And tell all your (18 and older, please) friends, family, coworkers, neighbors etc.
The goal here is to win a few readers for a book that, perhaps, deserves them. And if it earns a few more honest reviews, regardless how many stars they come with, so much the better.
A Compleat Guide to Slave Girl Husbandry: An Historical Romance
April 11, 2019
Female, Recreation III: Spartacine
Published earlier today, at https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07QP26KPV
January 12, 2019
Just Published: The Discipline Contract
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07MJXDZXC
With a note on the bathroom mirror, and an envelope under the bed with money and instructions, Cherise's mom has disappeared. Mom's always been weird, but this is the weirdest thing yet.
Now, 20-year-old slacker Cherise has to move in with her mom's ex, Bruce, and his girlfriend India.
And they're strict. "Sorry" used to cut it with Mom. But not with Bruce and India.
In this inspiring, and very adult (no readers under 18, please) coming of age tale, Cherise finds romance, learns to deal with the consequences of her actions, and worries about her mother.
But who keeps stealing the trash? Why does she feel like she's being followed? Where is Mom, and does she need to be rescued?
With a note on the bathroom mirror, and an envelope under the bed with money and instructions, Cherise's mom has disappeared. Mom's always been weird, but this is the weirdest thing yet.
Now, 20-year-old slacker Cherise has to move in with her mom's ex, Bruce, and his girlfriend India.
And they're strict. "Sorry" used to cut it with Mom. But not with Bruce and India.
In this inspiring, and very adult (no readers under 18, please) coming of age tale, Cherise finds romance, learns to deal with the consequences of her actions, and worries about her mother.
But who keeps stealing the trash? Why does she feel like she's being followed? Where is Mom, and does she need to be rescued?
December 21, 2018
Coming Jan. 1: Free Female, Recreational Part 1
Female, Recreational
was originally released in 2017 as a 10-part series, and the 10 parts remain individually available, along with the complete work in a single volume.
So, let this post serve as notice that Female, Recreational Part 1: The Taking of Hannah will be made available for free from January 1 through January 5.
And, most likely, the subsequent eight parts will be released for free after that, every few weeks. The 10th part, which has never been released for free, probably won't be this time either.
If you're intrigued by the work but not ready to spend any money on it, this is your chance to delve in without obligation. And if you've enjoyed Female, Recreational and want to bring someone else in, this is your opportunity to share.
Part 1 covers Hannah's cautious attempts to understand what is happening to her after the distribution of her mother's possessions (including Hannah). She's subjected to a broker's inspection, collared and caged, and when the book ends, she is about to go the stacks for processing, training and sale.
So, let this post serve as notice that Female, Recreational Part 1: The Taking of Hannah will be made available for free from January 1 through January 5.
And, most likely, the subsequent eight parts will be released for free after that, every few weeks. The 10th part, which has never been released for free, probably won't be this time either.
If you're intrigued by the work but not ready to spend any money on it, this is your chance to delve in without obligation. And if you've enjoyed Female, Recreational and want to bring someone else in, this is your opportunity to share.
Part 1 covers Hannah's cautious attempts to understand what is happening to her after the distribution of her mother's possessions (including Hannah). She's subjected to a broker's inspection, collared and caged, and when the book ends, she is about to go the stacks for processing, training and sale.
December 3, 2018
First Post
Just a toe in the water for now, curious to know if anyone reads these blogs, and if there are any questions about my books or the commercial bondage genre?
