Tales of Foxglove Part 1: (Fantasy School Erotica)

By Jolie Bardon

Foxglove Academy for Troubled Girls is a school that prides itself on teaching those the world is ready to give up on. Not all is as it seems on its sprawling campus designed for supernatural youths. Punishment is carried out and lessons are learned in ways that are well beyond unorthodox. Leona and Taryn, two new students, must learn to give up control to the men who know what's best for them.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jolie Bardon
• Release date: Oct 22, 2016
• ISBN: 9781370106929

Jolie Bardon

A writer with a filthy mind and a million little stories waiting to be told.

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Part 1

Leona.

Leona washed the potting soil from her hands and frowned when she was unable to remove some of it from under her nails. They’d been finely manicured once, painted and buffed to a nice shine. Now, after two weeks in this place, they were worn and chipped.

I’m so damn tired of sticking my hands in dirt. How many times do we have to plant tomatoes for the cafeteria? She looked to the young woman beside her at the sink. Can’t they do it on their own?

Amanda laughed. Why would they do that when they have free labor right here? Besides, technically this is horticulture class, so we get graded on the school garden. A dark tattoo of what appeared to be a Celtic knot poked out from beneath her blouse along her forearm. She was one of the only girls Leona had managed to get to know and yet still didn’t really know at all.

The petite teen smiled. I guess I see your point. Why not use us while they have us.

Finally, you’re learning your place, little girl.

Both erupted into laughter. Leona flicked a bit of cold water in her direction. Unlike the rest of the sheep here, I’m not going to ‘learn my place’. That isn’t in my blood. In fact I’m surprised you’re so willing to accept the way things are run. She playfully nudged her with her shoulder. If my father had any idea of how this place was being run…

Her friend smiled back at her but she could tell it wasn’t entirely genuine. I told you, Leona. You’re gonna learn that there are worse things than detention here.

She shook her head. They don’t have anything I haven’t already seen.

Ladies. The deep voice cut through their discussion like a hot knife. Turning her head, Leona saw Professor Devereux standing behind them, watching the pair behind dark framed glasses. I said get back to your stations.

Amanda dried her hands and did as she was told without so much as a hesitation. Leona on the other hand did not submit so easily. She took her time turning off the sink before leisurely moving toward her potting station.

We don’t have all day Leona, the professor warned.

While passing him she realized just how tall he was, not that it took much given her petite stature. Still, the man practically towered over her with his broad shoulders, his expression forever stoic. Of course, it would take more than his height to shake her into submission.

Rejoining the gaggle of young women, she could do nothing but listen to the hum of countless conversations happening all at once. Most were of more superficial topics while others were whispered in secrecy; none of them involved the new ‘first year’. In fact, the pale girl might as well have been a ghost living among them for the past few weeks.

Ladies, some of you may hate me for this, but it’s time for a quiz. Professor Devereux stood at the head of the class while the afternoon sun poured through the greenhouse window panes, turning his shoulder length ginger hair into gold. Only a few responded with groans and those that did were careful to keep it as quiet as possible. "I think I’ve been too lenient with