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8 Oct 2017

The (outer-space) pets are back–and they’re supporting a great cause

Posted by Teresa Noelle Roberts. 3 Comments

Introducing Embrace the Romance:  Pets in Space 2 Anthology…

cover of the science fiction romance anthology Embrace the Romance: Pets in Space 2. Couple embracing on a starry background

Release Date: October 10, 2017

The pets are back! Embrace the Romance: Pets in Space 2, featuring twelve of today’s leading science fiction romance authors, brings you a dozen original stories written just for you! Join in the fun, from the Dragon Lords of Valdier to a trip aboard award-winning author, Veronica Scott’s Nebula Zephyr to journeying back to Luda where Grim is King, for stories that will take you out of this world! Join New York Times, USA TODAY, and Award-winning authors S.E. Smith, M.K. Eidem, Susan Grant, Michelle Howard, Cara Bristol, Veronica Scott, Pauline Baird Jones, Laurie A. Green, Sabine Priestley, Jessica E. Subject, Carol Van Natta, and Alexis Glynn Latner as they share stories and help out Hero-Dogs.org, a charity that supports our veterans!

10% of all preorders and the first months profits go to Hero-Dogs.org. Hero Dogs raises and trains service dogs and places them free of charge with US Veterans to improve quality of life and restore independence. So snag it now.

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Details on the stories and authors. 

Pearl’s Dragon

A Novella in the Dragon Lords of Valdier Series

By S.E. Smith (New York Times/USA TODAY Bestselling Author)

Asim Kemark has lived a long, lonely life. It is only his pledge to his former king and to Mandra Reykill that keeps him, his dragon, and his symbiot from going crazy. He has given up on ever finding his true mate and devotes himself to caring for the wide assortment of creatures on Mandra and Ariel’s mountain retreat. The last thing he expects when he visits the palace is to lose control of his dragon and his symbiot when they sense their true mate. Before he knows it, he has kidnapped her!

Pearl St. Claire is enjoying a new adventure – learning to live on an alien planet. As a mature woman in her sixties, she thought she had experienced just about everything life could throw at her – only to discover she really hasn’t experienced anything yet! She is both amused and exasperated when one of the dragon-shifting aliens kidnaps her, believing she is his true mate.

Life is no longer boring or lonely as Asim courts the spirited human woman who has enchanted him, but he isn’t the only one who has noticed Pearl or the unusual animals under his care. When poachers attack, determined to steal the exotic creatures under his protection – including Pearl and a new clutch of alien eggs from Earth – he will do everything he can to protect them. Can one dragon keep the most precious creatures under his care safe, or will he lose the biggest battle of his life?

A Grim Pet

A Novella in the Tornian Series

By M.K. Eidem (USA TODAY Bestselling Author)

The Great Raptor is a fearsome and deadly creature; and while the raptor is no one’s pet, he is fiercely protective and loving of his family…

Carly and Miki have never forgotten the story that Grim told them of the Great Raptor, the symbol of their new home world Luda. Yet, it is the comparison their mother once told them of the Great Raptor to Grim that gives them the courage to help the injured bird they find in the garden.

Find out what happens when their single act of love, faith, and kindness creates far-reaching consequences that no one, including their mother and Grim, could ever have predicted.

Star Puppy

A Novella in The Star Series

By Susan Grant (New York Times/USA TODAY Bestselling, and RITA Award Winning Author)

Trysh joined the Space Forces with the secret hope that her absentee father might notice her accomplishments and acknowledge her. At the top of her game as a starfighter pilot, the last thing she needs is a way too charming prince to get in her way. Trysh had learned at a young age what happened when a person lost their heart to someone above their social class – it led to heartache.

Prince Rornn feels fortunate he can pursue his passion both in the air and on the ground. He decides being third in line for the throne definitely has its advantages – it allowed him to join the Space Forces as a top-gun starfighter pilot. What he doesn’t expect is to find a woman there who not only competes with him – she completes him!

Everything Rornn tries appears to push Trysh further away – that is until they rescue a tiny, starving yipwag pup from an alien world. It turns out that “Puppy” is as good at sniffing out terrorists as she is at helping her two clueless humans figure out that they need each other as much as they do her.

Can Rornn convince Trysh that he is nothing like her father and that she is just the right woman for him before the terrorists discover their furry little companion?

 Wired for Love

By Michelle Howard

Hunter Gils has put his past in the military behind him. Now his focus is on his bar and the less than savory clientele. Life is perfect – except for a gray-eyed beauty who refuses his advances.

Narelle Bindu wasn’t immune to the tall, dark stranger working at The Zone. He wanted her – and she wanted him. The only drawback was she didn’t have room in her life for a man, not even one as tempting as Hunter.

When a deadly attack creates the perfect opening for an old enemy, the two lovers must work together to survive. What they never expect is to find an ally willing to help them – even if that help has four legs. Can their four-legged friend keep Hunter and Narelle alive long enough to find out that one night would never be enough?

Rescued by the Cyborg

A Novella in the Cy-Ops Sci-fi Romance Series

By Cara Bristol (USA TODAY Bestselling Author)

A cyborg’s haunted past and a Faria’s clouded future entwine…

Hostage and sole survivor Solia waits for death at the hands of vicious predatory aliens when Cy-Ops agent Guy Roarke disobeys orders and charges in. A former medic, he initiates emergency medical procedures before rushing her to Cybermed.

Guy is taken with Solia, but the guilt of a past mistake won’t allow him to plan for a future with the delicate, brave beauty. Life is so uncertain, he can’t even keep Mittzi, the kitten his niece gave him. What he can do is see to it Solia gets the help she needs for a full recovery. But when best intentions place her in greater danger, it’s up to a little kitten to make everything all right again.

Star Cruise: Songbird

A Novella in The Sectors SF Romance Series

By Veronica Scott

Grant Barton, a security officer on the Nebula Zephyr, is less than thrilled with his current assignment to guard an Interstellar singing sensation while she’s on board the ship. It doesn’t help that he and his military war bird Valkyr are dealing with their recent separation from the Sectors Special Forces and uncertainty over their future, with their own planet in ruins.

Karissa Dawnstar is on top of the charts and seemingly has it all – talent, fame, fortune and devoted fans, but behind her brave smile and upbeat lyrics she hides an aching heart. When a publicity stunt goes wrong, Karissa finds herself in the arms of the security officer assigned to protect her – and discovers a mutual attraction she can’t ignore.

Trouble continues to plague the pair, driving a wedge between them and leaving Grant certain that Karissa is in more danger than she realizes, from overzealous fans and her own management. Grant is determined to protect Karissa whether she wants his help or not. Can he discover the truth behind what’s going on before he loses Karissa or is there someone else plotting to keep them apart – permanently?

Time Trap

A Novella in the Project Enterprise Series

By Pauline Baird Jones

Hiding in time is not as easy as you’d think…

Madison lives by the rules of a time travel rebel – never tell anyone your real name, not if you want to remain alive. On the track of a traitor, Madison and her parrot partner, Sir Rupert, time travel into a trap. Their only way out sends them back in time and into the arms of a man that ignites a fire inside her.

USAF Master Sergeant Briggs is in trouble – not the kind he’d like to be, but still in trouble. He is bored out of his mind! Ordered to recuperate on a quiet bay away from the Garradian outpost, he’s ready to mutiny and go back to his beloved engines. When his friends send him a gift from Area 51, he figures it will relieve his boredom for an hour or so – until he turns it on and he gets his second present of the day.

Madison would love to get to know Briggs better, but it is just too dangerous. Unfortunately, she might not have much choice. With a Time Service Interdiction Force on their heels, can the three craft a plan that will save a base full of geniuses and technology and discover a happy-ever-after forged through time?

Courting Disaster: StarDog 2

A Novella in the Inherited Stars Universe Series

By Laurie A. Green

From monk to married…

Captain Navene Jagger’s certainty he will be promoted to command a new battleship is doused when the admiral instead assigns him on what appears to be a suicide mission. If that wasn’t bad enough, he finds his self-imposed decision to be a military monk is thrown to the far reaches of the galaxy when he is ordered to escort Ketsia Tayah and her StarDog through the treacherous, rogue-infested Bradley’s Rift in a battered derelict of a vessel – a task that also makes him have to confront his painful past.

Ketsia’s past had taught her a lot. The universe was not only a very dangerous place, it turns out that it is also a lot smaller than she would have liked! Ketsia is rattled when she discovers that she and her StarDog are to be escorted by the man she formerly had a crush on. She swears life couldn’t get any more complicated until they are thrown into jeopardy and have to pretend they are married!

Jag soon realizes there is more at stake than his pride when dangerous rogues threaten their spaceship. After he learns the ship, the mission, and the StarDog are all much more than they seem will he be able to save Ketsia, his career, and the day? Or will self-sacrifice be the only way to save those under his protection?

Sensate

A Novella in the Alien Attachments Series

By Sabine Priestley

Marco Dar’s position as an Earth Protector means he spends an incredible amount of time alone in space. His only company is with the talkative com unit. It isn’t until he stops at the Galaxy Spinner restaurant that he discovers his com has become sentient – and it wants a physical form!

Dr. Zara Mancini hasn’t seen Marco Dar in over eleven years. As far as she is concerned, that still isn’t long enough. When Marco approaches her with an unusual request, she is torn between her fascination with the project, and wanting to leave him eating her space dust.

Marco is quickly falling all over again for Zara’s beautiful smile and gorgeous lips. Young and foolish, he sabotaged their relationship years ago. Now he has a second chance. Can he convince Zara to help his AI, and prove to her that he is a different man?

Gib and the Tibbar

A Novella in the Galactic Defenders Series

By Jessica E. Subject

A dedicated Defender to the core, Gib is willing to go to any planet the Galactic Alliance sends him. That is, until he’s sent with his squad to Hemera for their Alorama ceremony, far from any threat of Erebus invasion and with no chance for promotion.

Vilarra has lived on Hemera all her life, working hard in the kitchens of the royal palace until she achieved lead hand. But learning of the universe beyond her world reveals her insignificance and shreds her sense of accomplishment and purpose.

With the help of a furry, little tibbar, Gib is determined to win the affection of Vilarra, prove to her how significant she is to him and the people who depend on her. But will his personal mission be cut short before he has the chance to win her heart?

Pet Trade

A Novella in the Central Galactic Concordance Series

By Carol Van Natta

The vast Central Galactic Concordance strictly prohibits genetic experimentation and alteration of humans on any of its 500 member planets. Unfortunately, animals are not included in those regulations…

Veterinarian Bethnee Bakonin has made a home for herself on a frontier planet in the frozen north. Her minder talent for healing all kinds of animals would ordinarily assure her success, but her unwilling stint in the shady pet trade industry left her damaged and scared.

“Volunteered” for a black-box research project, elite forces Jumper Axur Tragon now has dangerous experimental tech in his cybernetic limbs. He escapes the project and steals a freighter, but ship damage forces him to crash-land in the northern mountains of a frontier planet. He’s surprised to discover the freighter’s cargo contains a secret shipment of designer pets. Determined to do right by them, he enlists reluctant Bethnee’s aid in caring for them—a definite challenge, considering Bethnee is terrified of him.

They will need all the help they can get from their unusual pets to save the day when ruthless mercenaries pose a threat. Can Axur and Bethnee work together to overcome their limitations, or will they lose everything they have vowed to protect – including each other?

Mascot

A Novella in the Aeon’s Legacy Series

By Alexis Glynn Latner

Daya Tattujayan is the manager of a remote and nearly derelict space mining station. She has plenty of problems to deal with even before the interstellar syndicate that owns the station sends an auditor to check up on her work.

Rik Gole is a nomadic interstellar auditor with no roots to tie him down. He is ruthless when he has to be and very good at what he does, but Rik would be the first to admit that a woman like Daya and a place like this station are way outside of his previous experience.

Before Daya and Rik can decide whether they are antagonists, allies, or something more, an unexpected enemy attacks the station. To save their lives, they must dare to trust each other. And they need help from a very unconventional defender—Daya’s mysterious alien pet, the mascot of Star Corner Station.

 

21 Sep 2017

Author Liana Brooks talks about her writing life, and her new SF romance BODIES IN MOTION

Posted by Teresa Noelle Roberts. No Comments

 

Selena Caryll lost everything in the war: her ship, her crew, her family. The only thing keeping her going is the hope that somehow the feuding, ground-bound settlers and the fuelless space fleet can set aside their differences. But getting the politically-fractured fleet moving again is more than she can manage alone. For now, she has to settle for working undercover with the planetary police force.

When someone tries to reignite conflict between the planet-siders and the fleet, there’s only one person who has the rank and ability to help Selena protect the fleet: Titan Sciarra, Fleet Guardian—the one man she’s tried hardest to avoid since the war destroyed her life.

In a world where the stagnant weight of tradition can be as deadly as any knife, the only way to survive is to keep moving.

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Why did you write this book? Many, many years ago when I was trying to take a mental break from the Time and Shadows series I decided to try writing Harry Potter fanfic. I was fascinated by the isolation Hermione had at the end of the series, how she’d given up every aspect of her muggle life to become part of something else. And I wondered if she’d ever want to go back to MP3 players, smartphones, and democracy after fighting to live in the hyper-controlled world of the witches. Needless to say… I don’t appreciate Harry Potter well enough to write good fanfic in that universe and the idea quickly spun out of control. I kept thinking of magic in terms of science, implants for wands, crews instead of Hogwart’s houses.

I took the threads of the story and started to write NEWTON’S CRADLE, and realized I’d jumped too far ahead in the story for it to make sense. So, I went back and tried to figure out where I needed to start. Not with the war, because wars are boring, but with the fallout of the war. How do you rebuild cultures and trust and friendship after something as awful as a civil war?

How do you forgive someone who fought against you because they thought it was the only way to survive?

BODIES IN MOTION is the catalyst for change, it’s the pivot point where everyone in this universe gets a second chance at making the right choice.

Is BODIES IN MOTION a standalone book? BODIES IN MOTION is the first in a series of books about the Malik system. It can be read all on its own, and the other books will be written in a way that allows them to be read without the reader having read the other books, but it will have an over-arching storyline as well.

If you could have something from the BODIES IN MOTION universe, what would you have? The implant for sure. The ability to teleport alone would be worth it. I spend way too much time commuting! I also like the idea of being able to program a broom to sweep the kitchen while I get some writing done.

Liana Brooks's office, which is rather messy and obviously a place where someone does creative work

How would you describe the life of a writer? Imagine sitting in an overgrown cottage in the woods, bears trundling past as the snow falls on withered vines. Inside a woman sits over a magic tablet conjuring infinite worlds. She captures these worlds, presses them into a portable container, and distributes them around the world. When someone finds one, they enter another world.

That’s writing. It’s magic done with computers and inks and patience. It’s the ability to conjure best friends, vicious enemies, and infinite wonders out of nothingness. Everyone should try story-telling at least once.

What advice do you have for writers who aren’t published yet? Keep at it! Keep writing. If you want to publish keep writing, keep learning, keep trying. If a book isn’t working, write a new one. If you want to write but can’t figure out how to make the story in your head appear on the page take classes, meet with writing groups, check out online places like CritiqueCircle.com and give yourself space to learn. The only thing standing between a new author and publication is time. If you keep at it, you’ll get published someday.

What is essential for writing? For me it’s constant access to either a notebook or a keyboard. I travel a lot, I spend about 2 hours a day commuting, and if an idea strikes I want to write it down. I usually have a notebook in my purse, and a few years ago I added a folding Bluetooth keyboard that allows me to type scenes into an email and send it to myself. I think about 70% of my books since CONVERGENCE POINT have been written on a folding keyboard. They’re awesome.

How many hours a day do you spend writing? On a good day I can dedicate four hours to publishing. That includes writing, editing (for myself or clients), marketing, and professional development (webinars, reading, ect). That isn’t enough time to think of books and come up with plot solutions though. I can’t spend four hours staring at the wall daydreaming. I send those four hours active, and then let my brain work out plot problems while I’m doing something else, like walking the dog.

What’s your writing space look like? Perpetually covered in post-it notes! I have a very messy desk, covered in notes for various projects, in an open-space office that was probably supposed to be a formal dining room. It only works because my kids are in school all day so I have the house to myself.

What do you snack on while writing? I always have a glass of water nearby (or I forget to hydrate) and usually I like something with a crunch. Lately I’ve been snacking on toasted squash seeds. You dry them, toss them in olive oil and salt, and bake at 275F until they look lightly toasted. They’re a little bit addictive.

What do you listen to while you write? Usually epic instrumental music or soundtracks. The Wonder Woman soundtrack is good for writing, any of the Lord of the Rings soundtracks, the music from Two Steps From Hell and Assassin’s Creed are also great writing soundtracks. I want something with a good tempo so I don’t get bored.

Author Bio:

Liana Brooks write sci-fi and crime fiction for people who like happy endings. She believes in time travel to the future, even if it takes a good book and all night to get there. When she isn’t writing, Liana hikes the mountains of Washington with her family and giant dog. Find her at LianaBrooks.com or on Twitter as @LianaBrooks

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6 Jun 2017

Love, in Stitches…coming 6/10/17 to a book vendor near you

Posted by Teresa Noelle Roberts. No Comments

 

Love, in Stitches, Sophie Mouette‘s long-awaited second book in the steamy, madcap Hollywood Spice series (think old-fashioned screwball comedy, but no cutting away at the bedroom door) is out June 10, 2017 and is up for pre-order now.

Luanna Deveneax dreams of designing couture fashion. But when she loyally refuses to tell her employer about her side job—secretly sewing custom women’s clothing for high-powered LA crossdressers—her high fashion dreams flush right down the toilet.

With his rakish grin, dark, flashing eyes, and tiny gold hoop earring, producer and writer Derek Acosta looks like a sexy pirate. He kisses Luanna’s hand, making her weak in the knees…and offers her a job designing costumes for his first movie.

Far from her dream job—and you know what they say about mixing business with pleasure. But in the wild world of Hollywood, dreams come true in the most unexpected ways.

Sophie Mouette expertly weaves a seductive tale of desire, dresses, and delightful romance in Love, in Stitches, the second novel in the steamy and wacky Hollywood Spice series.

Here’s a little tease:

Luanna looked past the champagne fountain to the man standing across from her, and her body fizzed as if she’d been dunked in champagne.

She’d like to dunk him in champagne…

Dark, nearly black hair, neatly cut. Swarthy and Latin-looking, but with intensely blue eyes instead of the deep brown the rest of his coloring suggested. His jaw—a strong jaw, but not Superman-square—sported a hint of stubble, not like he hadn’t shaved, but like his beard was just that determined. A small gold hoop earring glinted in the lantern light, making him look like a tasteful pirate.

Luanna had always been fond of pirates.

His button-down shirt was deep red, and while Luanna’s fashion-oriented brain would have normally picked out the price range, the fiber content, and which big-name designer had been dimly imitated in its creation, she couldn’t get beyond the way it draped across his broad shoulders and how great the color was against his dusky skin. The sleeves were rolled up. He had muscular arms, dusted with dark hair.

Yo ho ho, y’all.

For buy links and other details, please visit the Love, in Stitches page on the Sophie Mouette website.

 

4 May 2017

If Mom’s Happy: Stories of Erotic Mothers (and why being a cat-mom isn’t even a little the same)

Posted by Teresa Noelle Roberts. No Comments

I’m proud to announce I have a story, “Waiting for Ilya,” in this anthology.

This story is proof that authors do not always write from experience. All right, in my case the shape-shifters and space-faring aliens probably gave it away, but this is a story set in 21st century suburbia and could very much be a slice of someone’s real life.

Just not mine.

If you’ve been following me any length of time, you’ve probably figured out that I don’t have children, unless you count the four-footed, feline kind.

Which I really don’t. I’ll sometimes call myself a cat-mom, but much as I love and pamper the cats, I know it’s nothing like the experience of raising human children.

For one, the cats communicate in their own way, but they’ll never learn to talk. They learn and mature in their own ways–three-year-old Xia is quite a different animal than kitten Xia–but it’s not remotely the same as watching a human go from infancy to adulthood. They’ll never go to college, or join the military, or do any of the things human children may choose to do as young adults. They’ll never ask to borrow the car. (I think Tinkerbelle would like to, but driving just isn’t going to work for her. Those little black and white paws can’t depress the gas pedal.)

White cat sprawled on a bag of hamburger buns. Caption: Don't try to stop me, 'cause I am on a roll.

From www.icanhazburger.com, although it’s been all over the web

And while we do, in the long run, have both a deep, joyous bond and a scary life-and-death responsibility for the animals that share our lives, it’s not neither as wondrous nor as terrifying as what parents feel for their children.

On the other hand, pets don’t often interfere with one’s sex life–and if they try, it’s easy to pick up a ten-pound cat, remove her from the bedroom, and then close the door in her meowing face. Hell, you can put said cat into the back yard if she’s being too demanding, and no would call the police on you for doing so. Children, from what my friends with kids have said, can be a little more problematic, both because you really can’t put the kids in the yard at night to get some privacy and because it can be hard to justify taking the time for “self-indulgence”. Even if you need those adult moments to be the semi-calm, semi-happy, semi-sane parent you strive to be.

That’s why I think If Mom’s Happy is an important book, and why I’m glad it includes my story of an adoptive mom reconciling her new role as parent and protector to a five-year-old and another important role, that of a loving, sexual partner in a rather kinky relationship.

About the book:

Mothers might be exhausted, over-touched and under-appreciated, but they’re problem solvers who know how to get their “self-care” on.  In If Mom’s Happy: Stories of Erotic Mothers, we hear from women waiting for their child’s arrival; mothers of infants, toddlers and teenagers; straight, queer, partnered and single mothers. We hear from mothers who like it vanilla and others who want some kink. They lust after their longtime partners and near strangers, in public and in private, alone or with another… or a few others. No matter where, when, or how, these stories capture the complex and profound –and ultimately satisfying–task of attending to your own desires while tending to children.

The path through mothering affects nearly every aspect of sexuality: intimacy, identity, reproduction, body image, gender roles and expression, vulnerability, reciprocity, skin hunger, and so much more. Like great erotica, mothering explores the complexity of sexuality–the ache, the ecstasy, and everything in between.

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22 Apr 2017

A special kind of sexy…from DRIVE

Posted by Teresa Noelle Roberts. 1 Comment

Welcome to the 186th week of My Sexy Saturday, a blog hop where writers (mostly romance and erotica writers, but we don’t discriminate as long as your book has some smexy bits) sahre thematic selections from their work. 7 paragraphs, 7 sentences, even 7 words.

The week’s theme is a Special Kind of Sexy. I’m offering a tidbit from Drive. (This may or may not be because it gives me a chance to share the cover again. That cover model is definitely a special kind of sexy!)

Cover of the ebook DRIVE. It shows a muscular male torso (shirtless) and hips (clad in black jeans, belt and top button open). He's holding a riding crop.

The red Mustang with the FOR SALE sign on it was the second thing to catch Neil Callahan’s eyes, even though he’d been looking for it on this tree-lined suburban street of huge, handsome, but cloyingly similar houses. Cookie-cutter, but an expensive cookie cutter. The first thing he noticed was the ass and long, jean-clad legs of the woman cleaning the windshield of the classic convertible.

The car was hot, a vintage Mustang—1965 or so, he thought—in near-showroom condition. Yet the car’s current owner drew his attention away from the vehicle. It said something about how tempting that butt was. How firm, yet curvy.

How spankable…

 

~ ~ ~

Her dream Dom stands between her and danger

Eight months after her (cheating, almost-ex) husband’s death, Suzanne Mayhew is ready to move on. First step: sell off Frank’s classic cars, starting with the red Mustang he wouldn’t let her drive. Second step: explore the deliciously kinky submissive fantasies she’s suppressed throughout her marriage.

When Suzanne’s best friend sends Neil Callahan—Boston cop, Dominant, and fifteen years her junior—to check out the Mustang, it looks like her kinky dreams have come true. Especially when Neil invites her for an extra-long test drive.

But the Mustang hides Frank’s secrets and danger’s in the rear-view mirror. Neither seat belts nor safewords will keep Suzanne safe from dangerous enemies—but Neil’s got tricks of his own.

Warning: Spies, lies and vile bad guys. A meddling BFF. Inappropriate use of kitchen tools. Completely appropriate use of rope and floggers. And a car that’s almost as sexy as the hero—and older than he is.

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Don’t forget to check out all the other authors taking part in My Sexy Saturday. They’re linked below.

17 Apr 2017

So what has this erotic romance writer been up to lately?

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Cappuccino mug close up, with a heart decorated on top of foam. On white background with clipping path.

©Pixelchaos/Deposit Photos

It’s been a busy few weeks. Have I mentioned I was on the conference committee for the 2017 New England Chapter RWA “Let Your Imagination Take Flight” conference? Well, I was. We held the conference April 7&8 and it went spectacularly well. Kind of hard to go wrong with Zoe York and Joanna Bourne as your keynotes and Molly O’Keefe presenting the master class, not to mention roughly 10 million* workshops. (*Poetic license. As a published poet, I’m allowed to say that.) In the midst of introducing workshop presenters, organizing a vendor fair, putting out metaphorical fires, and herding nervous authors into their agent/editor appointments, I managed to have promising appointments with Carina Press editor Stephanie Doig and agent Courtney Miller-Callihan and take part in a terrific book signing. I even managed to have a few drinks, go out to brunch on Sunday, and even write a chapter of Yield. But I came home ready to sleep for a week.

Needless to say, that didn’t happen. I had a bunch of Sophie Mouette items to deal with, since we’ll have a new book out in May. (More on that to come.) Sophie had a short erotica release on April 10. (And I still need to post about that. Glad I wrote this post to remind me.) I’d re-released Thrill-Kinky and Bad Kitty just before the conference and had promos to set up.

Meanwhile, I’d promised my mom I’d go visit her in central New York on Easter weekend. Mom celebrated her 84th birthday last week and has slowed down a lot. One of the things we do to help her out is bring a cooler full of homemade frozen dinners that she can just pop into the microwave. So Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday of last week involved a lot of cooking as well as writing-related stuff, conference follow-up, and Sophie admin such as proof reviews.

The weekend with Mom was lovely and quite restful (well, except for cooking her two more freezer-friendly meals and finishing up checking another proof), but involved 5.5 hours of driving each way and sleeping poorly without the Cat-Herder and the cats. By the time I got home on Sunday, nothing much was accomplished. Oh, I tried, but my laptop–with the notes on the proof I’d done over the weekend–froze up. I got it working again today, but damn Mercury retrograde!

Did I mention it’s finally spring in New England? That means I’m planting veggies on top of everything else. I love digging in the dirt. It’s stress relief with delicious results. It’s also time sensitive in that there’s a narrow window to plant peas, spinach, lettuce, and spring onions between “too damn cold” and “too damn hot”. Of course, this window of opportunity opened on April 3.

And then there were taxes. Yes, we should have dealt with these several months ago, but we ended up scrambling. Thank goodness we’re related to our tax preparer!

White cat sprawled on a bag of hamburger buns. Caption: Don't try to stop me, 'cause I am on a roll.

From www.icanhazburger.com, although it’s been all over the web

I’m not complaining. My life is wonderful. I helped bring about a well-received conference that I managed to enjoy–no mean feat. I’m letting my old Samhain titles back into the wild. I’m writing new books as myself and as Sophie. I have peas and greens coming up and will probably be harvesting asparagus by this time next week. Mmmmmmmm! (The mmms were inserted by Noodle the Cat, but it fits so I added punctuation.)

But I’m looking forward to staying close to home for a little while.

Maybe then I can focus on something that’s been elusive in all this wonderful busyness: new words.

Oh, and the proposal for the new series I came up with at the conference….

 

1 Apr 2017

My Sexy Gentleman (a roguish alien, in this case) for My Sexy Saturday

Posted by Teresa Noelle Roberts. 2 Comments

It’s time again for the My Sexy Saturday blog hop, where authors bring you 7 paragraphs, sentences, or words that fit a sensual, romantic theme.

This week’s theme is “My Sexy Gentleman”, so it seemed like a good time to introduce you to Drax, the winged, wicked hero of Thrill-Kinky (Chronicles of the Malcolm 1).  For some of you, this may be a reintroduction. Thrill-Kinky was previously published by Samhain, but I’m re-releasing it and book 2 of the series, Bad Kitty. (Book 3, Buck, Naked, wasn’t a Samhain title, so nothing’s changed there.) They’re up for pre-order now and go live on 4/3–and Thrill-Kinky‘s just 99 cents to get you started on this adventurous, sexy SF romance series.

In this selection, the human heroine Rita has just met her “sexy gentleman”–who was dumped in a bin of industrial waste, bound and naked, after being tortured. Like an alien James Bond (except he’s not a sociopath), he manages to charm her even in such rough shape.

“Hush. I’ll get you to the hospital.” She reached for the com-pad at her hip, meaning to call for the emergency squad and the police.

Faster than she would have expected a Banjali to move in such high gravity, he grabbed her wrist. “No authorities. Please. Can’t risk it.” His grip was strong, the color of his skin extraordinary. Having ancestors who’d hailed from Old Earth’s every region, Rita was sometimes described as golden-skinned, but in contrast to his, her complexion was more of a light tan, pleasant but hardly exotic. His was actually the warm yellow of burnished gold.

“You in trouble with the law?” That wouldn’t necessarily be a problem. It all depended on what he’d supposedly done. What was fine on your home planet might turn out to be illegal somewhere else and get you into accidental trouble. And the Malcolm did its share of operating within the gray areas of interplanetary law, one planet’s perfectly legal cash-crop being another’s valuable contraband.

“Long story. I’m on the side of the law, but I need to stay undercover for now. My government sent me to San’bal on a joint mission, but they’re not ready for it to be public and neither are the San’balese.” He somehow managed to produce a roguish smile, swollen lips and all.

The smile was enough to set Rita’s coveralls on fire.

His story might be utter glaspoid crap. Then again, it might not be. Every nation on every planet had its covert operatives and undercover cops. Mr. Hot, Winged and Naked might be one. More likely he was a tourist who’d been in the wrong place, or a petty crook who’d gotten in over his head. But even so, she couldn’t just leave him in a recycling bin, injured.

Especially not when she was one legit job away from the petty crook designation herself and some of her crewmates couldn’t even claim that much legality. Besides, a guy who came up with a story about being some kind of spy on the spur of the moment while tied up and injured in a bin full of industrial waste deserved her help for being clever.

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When spacer Rita stumbles upon a injured, naked, and absolutely gorgeous winged man during a routine cargo pick-up, things get dangerous—and steamy—fast.  Sexy alien Drax Jalricki is a covert operative whose cover has been blown, but he still needs to finish a mission that will protect three planets. Hiding in plain sight in the middle of a local fertility festival, Drax and Rita discover they have a lot in common, including a shared kink for risky, exhibitionist sex.

Could be a stars-made match, except for the people trying to kill Drax.

Unable to use his wings and suspecting someone in his own government betrayed him, Drax needs help with a crucial step in his mission. Swapping a real artwork for a reproduction loaded with a tracking device so enemy operatives can steal the fake should be nothing Rita’s friends on the space freighter Malcolm, with their diverse and slightly shady skills, can’t manage.

But an infamous assassin is on Drax’s trail, a highly placed traitor is paying the assassin, and Rita’s cat-girl best friend has just revealed her own lethal secrets. Rita and Drax’s feelings for each other may not matter if they don’t live through the night.

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25 Mar 2017

My Sexy Saturday: Something Kinky from DRIVE

Posted by Teresa Noelle Roberts. 1 Comment

It’s time again for My Sexy Saturday, the blog hop that encourages writers to share “fabulous moments with some very sexy, hot characters in a love that’s destined to last forever”. Seven paragraphs, seven sentences or even seven words–that’s what you get to convey the theme, which this week is “My Sexy Love”.

In honor of Drive being available again with a fierce new cover, I’ll give you a bit of Neil and Suzanne. This snippet is the beginning of make-up sex. Neil and Suzanne, being kinky, do their making up a little more roughly than some people, but it works for them.

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“Pain or fucking?” he asked.

“Yes, please yes.”

Which was a more useful answer than it sounded like on the surface. Greedy after even a short time apart, she wanted it all. Just like he did. He wanted to bury his cock balls deep in that pussy. She was already so wet, glistening even in the dim light. But he wanted more. Wanted to make her wait—maybe make himself wait too, because if she needed a little teasing punishment, he did too, for brooding like some asshole teenager who didn’t know better.

“I want to use my belt on you,” he admitted. “It’s going to sting like a bitch, I’m not going to lie about that. But I think a few stripes on your beautiful ass will make us both feel better. Am I right?”

She made a noise he couldn’t quite describe, halfway between a whimper of fear and a moan of pleasure. She closed her eyes, threw her head up and back. Her breathing became ragged, as if even breathing was too much effort. She was trembling, but when he thrust one hand between her legs, she was drenched and moved against his fingers as if she couldn’t help herself. He wasn’t sure, for a few seconds, whether to carry on with his evil/sexy impulse or just caress and then fuck her—wasn’t like that was a terrible option, and he didn’t want to push her too hard, especially when things still seemed shaky between them. Finally, she managed to speak, and it was just what he hoped to hear. “Yes. I need… I didn’t know what I needed, but maybe that. Please. Please, sir, please.”

He loved hearing her reduced to being that inarticulate so early in the game. God knew she made him feel that way just by existing, just by being her. He tried to hide it because being a stammering wreck wasn’t exactly domly and he already looked enough like a fucking mess, unshaven and until recently in sweatpants he probably shouldn’t have put back on today, without sounding like one too. But she robbed him of at least half his brainpower because whenever she was around the blood that was supposed to go to his brain headed straight to his cock instead.

Still, his hand was steady. And when he tested his aim on a couch cushion, making Suzanne jump at the noise, it was true. Good. A week of too much beer and crap food and not enough sleep hadn’t done much damage. Yay fast metabolism. He’d use the belt doubled up this time, though; he could aim more precisely and it made a wonderful noise that really fucked with a sub’s head, making it seem like something more violent was going on than really was.

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Her dream Dom stands between her and danger

Eight months after her (cheating, almost-ex) husband’s death, Suzanne Mayhew is ready to move on. First step: sell off Frank’s classic cars, starting with the red Mustang he wouldn’t let her drive. Second step: explore the deliciously kinky submissive fantasies she’s suppressed throughout her marriage.

When Suzanne’s best friend sends Neil Callahan—Boston cop, Dominant, and fifteen years her junior—to check out the Mustang, it looks like her kinky dreams have come true. Especially when Neil invites her for an extra-long test drive.

But the Mustang hides Frank’s secrets and danger’s in the rear-view mirror. Neither seat belts nor safewords will keep Suzanne safe from dangerous enemies—but Neil’s got tricks of his own.

Warning: Spies, lies and vile bad guys. A meddling BFF. Inappropriate use of kitchen tools. Completely appropriate use of rope and floggers. And a car that’s almost as sexy as the hero—and older than he is.

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14 Mar 2017

Stealing Ideas–a visit from Janine Ashbless

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Today, I’m welcoming Janine Ashbless, whom I met when we both wrote for Black Lace *mutter* years ago. I read Cover Him With Darkness, the first book of the Book of the Watchers trilogy. Highly recommended if you like your paranormal romances beautifully written, thought-provoking, and mind-bogglingly sexy. I’m delighted to help spread the work about book 2, which looks just as good.

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Early on in In Bonds of the Earth, my heroine Milja gets called up to the office of her boss, Roshana Veisi, and finds that this super-wealthy art collector is really into angel art and has examples all over the wall:
“I distracted myself with another turn around the room, looking at the paintings hung there. The first was a vivid panel depicting a crowd of androgynous figures in complex robes holding what looked to me like an iridescent beach ball.”
This is the picture I was thinking of:

Those are angels, holding up the world (which includes the newly-created Sun and Moon). It’s the Day Four panel from this set, “The Days of Creation,” painted 1871-6 by Edward Burne-Jones, which exists in the Harvard Museum:

“Day Four” got stolen during a private dinner party in 1970 and has never been recovered – the pic I’ve shown above is in fact a re-creation based on old B&W records and contemporary accounts.
So I’m not expecting any readers to recognize the painting from my brief description, but it does give me immense satisfaction to put it in the novel! Yes, Roshana stole it. She is dodgy AF.
And she’s way older than she looks.
xxx
Janine

Book cover for In Bonds of the Earth, depicting a male being, probably an angel, with wings of flame

Intrigued? Here’s more about In Bonds of the Earth.

Blurb:

“I will free them all.”

When Milja Petak released the fallen angel Azazel from five thousand years of imprisonment, she did it out of love and pity. She found herself in a passionate sexual relationship beyond her imagining and control – the beloved plaything of a dark and furious demon who takes what he wants, when he wants, and submits to no restraint. But what she hasn’t bargained on is being drawn into his plan to free all his incarcerated brothers and wage a war against the Powers of Heaven.

As Azazel drags Milja across the globe in search of his fellow rebel angels, Milja fights to hold her own in a situation where every decision has dire consequences. Pursued by the loyal Archangels, she is forced to make alliances with those she cannot trust: the mysterious Roshana Veisi, who has designs of her own upon Azazel; and Egan Kansky, special forces agent of the Vatican – the man who once saved then betrayed her, who loves her, and who will do anything he can to imprison Azazel for all eternity.

Torn every way by love, by conflicting loyalties and by her own passions, Milja finds that she too is changing – and that she must do things she could not previously have dreamt of in order to save those who matter to her.

In Bonds of the Earth is the second in the Book of the Watchers trilogy and the sequel to Cover Him With Darkness.

Excerpt:

 I was giving my long-dreaded presentation on the anniversary footbridge to Misters Ellis, Singh, Constanzo and Mackenzie…when Azazel walked in.

Oh hell.

“Excuse me, gentlemen,” I said loudly, lurching around from behind my desk, grabbing Azazel’s arm and spinning him back to face the door. “Not here, come on, please,” I implored through clenched teeth.

If there was one thing I’d learned by then, it was to not ignore warning dreams. If I’d paid them more attention from the start, things between me and Egan might have gone very differently back in Montenegro…

No, better not to think of Egan, not when Azazel was around. One guy at a time was quite enough to wrap my head around. Especially this guy.

He humored me though, this time, letting me pull him out of the meeting room and through the open plan office without resistance. We attracted a lot of stares, but there was nothing I could do about that except hold my head high.

“Where are we going?” he asked.

“Out. Anywhere.”

“You’re so impetuous.”

I didn’t need to glance up at his wicked smirk. I could feel it burning its way into my breast.

Bryce, the beardy guy in my new team who’d shown me the ropes of the job and seemed just a tiny bit too eager to talk every morning, stood up from his cubicle to intercept us. “Milja, is everything okay?”

“It’s just fine,” I rasped, towing Azazel faster.

“She’s insatiable,” my demon lover confided with a helpless shrug to my colleague as we swept past.

Bryce stared, mouth open.

“Goddamnit,” I muttered, and Azazel chuckled.

Sometimes it was hard to remember that he’d risked everything to save me.

We reached the doors at the end of the room and I pushed through, past the lobby with the elevators and into the concrete stairwell of the emergency stairs beyond. The only people who came here were smokers on their way to the roof, and it looked empty for now. My panicky momentum fizzled away and I swung to face him.

“What are you doing here?”

“What do you think?” he countered, taking my face in his hands.

“Azazel—” But he cut off my protests with his hungry kiss; a kiss that lanced through me all the way to my core. I gave up resisting, and speaking, and almost breathing, as his lust rolled over me in a hot wet wave. I slid my hands around his neck and tangled my fingers in his messy hair, pulling myself into his embrace. His body was hard as rock, his hands heavy on my waist and hips. The yearning for his touch that smoldered in my flesh day and night woke to a roaring heat.

I’d missed him. His skin, his smile, the peppery scent and salt taste of him. The sweetness of his lips and the harsh rasp of his stubbled chin. I’d missed him so much—like an addict missing her hit.

Author bio:

photo credit: DAVID WOOLFALL

Janine Ashbless is a writer of fantasy erotica and steamy romantic adventure. She likes to write about magic and myth and mystery, dangerous power dynamics, borderline terror, and the not-quite-human.

Janine has been seeing her books in print ever since 2000. She’s also had numerous short stories published by Black Lace, Nexus, Cleis Press, Ravenous Romance, Harlequin Spice, Storm Moon, Xcite, Mischief Books, and Ellora’s Cave among others. She is co-editor of the nerd erotica anthology Geek Love.

Born in Wales, Janine now lives in the North of England with her husband and two rescued greyhounds. She has worked as a cleaner, library assistant, computer programmer, local government tree officer, and – for five years of muddy feet and shouting – as a full-time costumed Viking. Janine loves goatee beards, ancient ruins, minotaurs, trees, mummies, having her cake and eating it, and holidaying in countries with really bad public sewerage.

Her work has been described as:

“Hardcore and literate” (Madeline Moore) and “Vivid and tempestuous and dangerous, and bursting with sacrifice, death and love.” (Portia Da Costa)

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Links:

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13 Mar 2017

DRIVE is back!

Posted by Teresa Noelle Roberts. 1 Comment

Drive, my last Samhain release, is the first one I’m reissuing.

Mostly because I couldn’t wait to show you all this absolutely lickable cover. No Mustang any more, but it’s so much sexier.

Amusingly enough, my cover designer (Flirtation Designs) sent me the photo to see how I liked it–and I realized I’d used a shot from the same series for some of my teasers. Clearly, this guy was meant for this book.

Topless guy with jeans unbuttoned playfully holding a riding crop. Text reads "I think a few stripes on your beautiful ass will make us both feel better."

Her dream Dom stands between her and danger

Eight months after her (cheating, almost-ex) husband’s death, Suzanne Mayhew is ready to move on. First step: sell off Frank’s classic cars, starting with the red Mustang he wouldn’t let her drive. Second step: explore the deliciously kinky submissive fantasies she’s suppressed throughout her marriage.

When Suzanne’s best friend sends Neil Callahan—Boston cop, Dominant, and fifteen years her junior—to check out the Mustang, it looks like her kinky dreams have come true. Especially when Neil invites her for an extra-long test drive.

But the Mustang hides Frank’s secrets and danger’s in the rear-view mirror. Neither seat belts nor safewords will keep Suzanne safe from dangerous enemies—but Neil’s got tricks of his own.

Warning: Spies, lies and vile bad guys. A meddling BFF. Inappropriate use of kitchen tools. Completely appropriate use of rope and floggers. And a car that’s almost as sexy as the hero—and older than he is.

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 Neil’s lips reminded her she was truly alive, not just going through the motions of living. His lips and his tongue, the tickle of his rebel scruff, so charmingly at odds with his short, neat cop hair. And oh, those muscled arms around her, pulling her close, making her feel small and soft, but at the same time powerful, desirable. And not powerful because she was desirable. She was both.

Her body filled with almost forgotten hunger. Oh, she remembered desire, felt it often, but for the last few years, even while Frank was alive and well and occasionally having sex with her, desire had grown from fantasies rather than reality. A handsome actor looking buff and commanding on a movie screen, a sexy passage in a book—her Kindle was full of BDSM romances and erotica, some good, some schlocky, but all featuring scenes that set her imagination and libido soaring—a stray thought that sent her mind to dark, delicious places where hard hands and strong bodies and the occasional whip, paddle or toy worked their magic on her.

This wasn’t fantasy desire. This was specific. All about the taste of Neil Callahan’s lips, the way his tongue invaded her mouth…no, not invaded, because invaders weren’t invited in and welcomed with ticker-tape parades, and if her mouth could, it would be throwing a parade right about now. All about the way he smelled like gingerbread in the salt air with its hint of suntan lotion. The way one big hand cradled the back of her head, controlling and tender at the same time. The way his broad chest and back felt as she scrambled to touch as much of him as she could, and if she was making a spectacle of herself, well, it was about time.

1 Mar 2017

I just updated all my old Samhain titles

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on this site, so their pages say “BACK SOON.”

I know a couple of those titles will be available again quickly. Expect the kinky stories and the Chronicles of the Malcolm books back in the next month or so. The Duals and Donovans series, on the other hand, has been submitted to another publisher, so that may take a while to get an answer. If it’s a no, I’ll get to do it my way. If it’s a yes, it’ll be less work for me and it should a lot of pampering and promo if it’s accepted. Either way–pretty new covers!

Keep your fingers crossed; while indie publishing is a wonderful option and I’m getting to enjoy it more and more as I learn more about it, I like the idea of being a hybrid, keeping a foot (and books) in both indie and traditional camps. There’s a lot to be said for the control (and higher royalties) of indie publishing, but it does take time from writing new words. And writing is the part I love. Creating covers and teasers is quite fun, but really… I’m in this for stories.

In any case, yesterday was the end of an era. Today, it’s a beginning of a new one. Wish me luck!

Photo credit: (c)4masik/Depositphotos

 

23 Feb 2017

CP (Christina) Mandara invites you into the dark and kinky world of THE VELVET CHAIR

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The Velvet Chair is Book One in a Dark Erotica Series called ‘Velvet Lies.’

Blurb

My name is Mark Matthews. I own half of London, and the part I don’t own, I’m working on.

Life was all going swimmingly well until Michael Redcliff entered my life, demanding that I marry his daughter. Actually, swap demand for blackmail. He’s got goods on me that I want no one else to see, so for the time being I need to be his little lapdog.

I’ll marry his daughter. I’ll give him all the status, money and power he can handle… for as long as it takes me to get a divorce. You see, I can’t renege on our little arrangement – but she can. I give her a week. One week and she’ll be screaming the place down for her legal counsel.

Excerpt – Jennifer

sexy blond in beige silk dress sitting on the black armchairMy hands were visibly shaking. Flexing my fingers repeatedly, I tried to still the tremors, but they were not to be subdued. It was hardly surprising. Today was the day I walked up the aisle and married… a monster. I was under no illusions that Mark Matthews would forgive me for what had happened, and I could hardly blame him. He’d been manipulated and sexually tortured until he could take no more, and then he’d been neatly cornered. He might have agreed to my father’s demands, but he’d come snapping and biting, feral as a wolf.

I sighed. Today was supposed to be a magical day – every little girl’s fantasy. A gigantic cathedral, a sea of flowers, a big fancy dress, and the man of my dreams. I’d imagined it would be filled with tears of happiness and protestations of love. How stupid was I?

Inhaling a shaky breath, I wondered what Mark would do with me. Having always been the sacrificial lamb in this family, today I was being sent off to the slaughterhouse. When I’d mentioned this to Michael, I’d refused to call him ‘Dad’ a long time ago, he’d laughed and told me to stop being so melodramatic. As if that made me feel any better. Dear old Dad couldn’t care less whether I lived or died, so I didn’t waste my breath trying to plead with him. All I had to do was play my part in this charade and he would be happy. I needed to keep Michael happy at all costs. The trouble was, in order to play my part, Matthews had to trust me, and I had a feeling that trying to coax that emotion out of him was going to be almost as impossible as trying to convince the Queen of England to relinquish her throne. Matthews wasn’t the sort to trust easily, and now that I had lost what little ground I had gained with him, I would be back to square one. Wrong, I thought grimly. I was going to be at least twenty stories below square one, trying to claw my way out with nothing more than my bare fingernails. Facing up to facts, I stifled a sob. The man was going to annihilate me.

Excerpt – Mark

As we pulled out of the Savoy’s car park, Jennifer was a mess. I had little sympathy for her. Each heartbeat that tore through my chest was full of fire, which spat sparks and burned like acid. I was sitting next to a traitor. My body throbbed with emotion, and not the good kind.

I had to admit the dress she’d changed into, just a tiny part of the massive trousseau that was now being shipped to my estate, was rather distracting. It was designed in a glistening oyster silk that caught the light every time she moved. It was seductive enough without the two splits that ran up the side of her thighs, and when she’d seated herself in my car, revealing a vast expanse of soft creamy flesh, my blood pressure had taken a direct hit.

My temper was already simmering in a large saucepan full of resentment, but that turned up the heat considerably. I did not want to be attracted to Redcliff’s daughter. I wanted to abhor her with all that was holy. Desire would weaken my anger, and that must not be allowed to happen. I needed to have a stern talk with my overactive libido and let it know who was boss around these parts.

Little did Miss Redcliff know, but she wouldn’t be requiring clothes for the duration of her stay. I would thoughtfully be providing her with all sorts of novel uniforms, and when she began to bore me, she could just go around naked. I’d decided to train her up to be a sex slave extraordinaire, and it was going to be an exacting and rigorous process. She’d be allowed six hours of sleep a day, and the rest of her hours would be accounted for. Cooking, cleaning, ironing, servicing me, pleasing me, attending to her own personal fitness regime, and some more ‘standard’ training sessions.

Failure to comply with her new routine would produce punishments the likes of which she had never experienced. After her first misdemeanour had been dealt with, I didn’t think there would be many more. I was in bastard-mode, and the girl was going to know about it. She had just become my property and I would deal with her however I saw fit. The mark of my ownership would be indelibly printed on her soul by the time I’d finished with her. The damn woman was going to fear the sound of my footsteps, her body would shrink away from me every time I approached her and she would learn to obey my every whisper or suffer the consequences.

My lawyer had already drawn up two sets of papers, one for an annulment and the others pertained to our divorce. It would probably take all the fun out of the arrangement if Jennifer opted for an annulment, so I didn’t intend to scare her witless in the first few days, but I fully expected the divorce papers to be completed inside of a week. I just needed to push the woman to her absolute limit, and then smash her body into the next dimension. If there was one thing I was good at, it was psychological and physical torture. Okay, so that might be two things. In any case, I’d get those papers signed, sealed, and delivered back to Michael Redcliff before the week was out. Piece of cake.

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A little bit about C.P. Mandara:

aa112.jpgChristina Mandara is a USA TODAY bestselling author and tends to write dark romance with lashings of kinky naughtiness. Her favourite pastime is travelling, and if it involves sun, sea and… sand then it’s all good.

In her spare time she’s usually cuddled up with a good book, exploring the countryside or baking in the kitchen. In fact, she loves her kitchen so much she’s one of few woman who wouldn’t mind being tied to it! Her first and foremost love is writing, however, and more often than not you’ll find her on a laptop spinning tales of romance, erotica or dark, paranormal fantasies.

She’s a big fan of BDSM in all of its glorious forms, and her favourite item in the toy closet (a box simply isn’t big enough) is her riding crop.

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16 Feb 2017

More from Jenna Fox: Blog Tour for The Arrangement (Pleasing the Manwhore, #1)

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Book Title: The Arrangement (Pleasing the Manwhore, #1)

Author: Jenna Fox  @jennafoxrox

Genre: Erotic Romance

Release Date: January 12, 2017

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This is Book 1 of 2 in the “Pleasing the Manwhore” duology.

**NOTE TO READERS: For audiences who enjoy the Fifty Shades/alpha billionaire fantasy. This is a M/f romance contains an age difference—a younger woman involved with a much OLDER, JEALOUS and CONTROLLING man. If you find elements of stalking, spankings, and submission/domination themes unappealing, then you will need to move on.

Blurb

I wasn’t supposed to need him…

But I did.

I wasn’t supposed to crave the smell of his skin and require the very air he breathed…

But somehow I found I couldn’t breathe without him.

I was only supposed to provide physical pleasure and shove my emotions to the side, not allowing love a place into the equation.

He wasn’t supposed to own me. Heart, mind, body and soul. My God, I was such a fool to think I could go along with this arrangement and not involve my heart.

Synopsis:

Taffi Watkins only wanted to escape an abusive home when she fled a small Texas town. She had dreams of starting a new life. A better life.

Those big city lights seemed to shine so brightly when she stepped off that bus, but soon she discovered the pursuing of her dream had also been the worst mistake of her life.

And then came Sullivan Cooper.

In the blink of an eye he made all of her troubles disappear. He accepted her and brought her into his world of fast cars and fancy clothes. Immersed in Mr. Cooper’s universe of unbridled passion, Taffeta forgot he was twenty-five years older than her as he introduced her to his brand of pleasure and pain.

Taffi only thought she knew pain, until Sullivan Cooper taught her better.

Excerpt

I sat in the music room, thinking of her and staring at the black piano glittering under the light of the chandelier. The depleted bottle of cognac resting beside my foot was a casualty of the war I’d fought to lose myself in an alcohol haze. From the sound system, a sonata seemed to mourn with me until the emptiness raged like a caged lion, testing the bars of my prison.

My God, she said she loved me…

And I could say nothing as the pain in her eyes tore me to pieces.

Dammit, the cognac wasn’t doing its job. It wasn’t pushing away the ache. The void I’d felt when her taxi drove away only seemed worse. Then her words ate at my heart like hot acid.

I…I’m in love with you.

I’d rejected her feelings. I knew Taffi wasn’t completely happy here, but I didn’t think she’d leave. Why didn’t I realize the money and the car wouldn’t be enough to make her stay? She wasn’t like the others. Privileged and self-centered. I’d known charmers, women who could intimidate the hell out of the President, but none of them had known pain or trepidation. Taffi’s life had been filled with rejection and fear, yet somehow she’d reached inside and connected with my fears.

This whole situation had blindsided me. I was unprepared, terrified to hear she’d fallen in love with me. After Alexandria, I swore I’d never get close to another woman, but the young thing who’d just walked out the door hours before had a power over me. She’d made me feel more alive than I had in years. And now that she was gone, the need for the spark she’d put back into my life burned hotter. She’d melted away the ice that had become a part of my DNA, and dammit to hell, she’d made me care.

I tried to divert my thoughts from her, but the loneliness kept pummeling me. Without the ice around my heart, the pain sliced right through my chest, piercing my soul. I needed to feel her warmth, her soft skin beneath my hands. Hear her tiny moans as she came. Kiss her so hard it hurt…

But she wasn’t coming back.

It was late, but I couldn’t turn in and get a good night’s rest. I was desperate to feel something good, something sexual. I went to the liquor cabinet, reflecting on what to do when I thought of one willing party who would take off the edge. The young college aged woman from the club had left the option open to call on her if I was looking for an adventure. She was an introvert who loved living out her fantasies in private. I’d been with her before; she understood my rules and her social status as a senator’s daughter demanded rigid confidentiality.

When I called her, she was agreeable, even excited, and, when she arrived at my door I was graced with a big smile. For a moment my heart ceased to beat. The smile was the look of wholesome innocence. The green tint in her eyes was familiar, and her hair was the right shade of blonde.

She reminded me of Taffi.

I couldn’t wait to fuck her.

Then hold and kiss her…

Because I needed and wanted. A substitute was better than nothing.

I’d told her what to wear and she’d come the way I requested. A white button-up shirt and black pencil skirt. Holding a basket with a bottle of wine and two glasses, she winked. “I remembered your favorite.”

I ushered her into the music room and filled our glasses. We sat for a spell, and when our short conversation drifted into an agreeable silence, I held out my hand prompting her to stand.

The last time I was with her, another party was involved, but she remembered how I liked to do things. Smirking, she strutted around the piano, her high heels clicking against the marble floor. Cocking a hip, she leaned against the instrument, raising her skirt to reveal a tempting amount of thigh. “I’ll do anything you want, Mr. Cooper.”

What I wanted had returned to Arlenbach, and if this young lady knew she was only a substitute, she wouldn’t have cared. We were consenting adults. She was benefitting from this encounter as much as me—acting out her fantasies. And I was looking for a determent from the misery that had become me.

The slight bend to her lips broadened into a smile as I moved toward her. I reached around her head, grabbing a handful of hair. Holding my lips just inches from hers, she moaned, “Kiss me.”

Fulfilling her request, I went to press my lips to hers, but the green glint I caught in her eyes again caused me to come to a breathless stop.

Taffi.

At that moment, my need grew into something stronger than I could control or wanted to control. Continuing the seduction, I pressed her harder against the piano, her lips burning on mine. Her encouragement to deepen the kiss elicited the image of Taffi and I together in my bed. I held the fantasy in my mind until my whole body burned. My cock lengthened, hardening as I reached around her back, pulling her into me. The face of the woman I truly wanted held strong in my mind as my hands slid beneath the hem of the substitute’s skirt.

Having followed my instructions of wearing a garter without panties, she opened her legs granting me access. Taffi, I thought, visualizing that beautiful face again, imagining her slim arms around me as I darted my tongue in the substitute’s mouth, tasting the wine. Tasting the bitterness of regret.

I’d sent her running.

She wasn’t coming back.

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Jenna Fox is a multi-published, bestselling author residing in Eastern Tennessee. She enjoys reading and jotting down poetry in her spare time. Besides juggling a busy family life, Fox reviews and critiques for other authors and crafts her own dark erotic tales. Stories always feature a dominating alpha male with unexpected twists to shock the reader. She believes in HFN and HEA endings, although not always in a romantic or conventional way.

Her work is born from real life experiences, an overactive imagination and a consuming caffeine addiction. Fox is a listener of 80’s rock music and a watcher of classic slasher films. In short, she’s a writer, a storyteller, able to make a boo-boo all better with just one kiss and a proud, world class expert at screwing up recipes and scaring away closet monsters. She believes in ghosts and God and is absolutely convinced chocolate soothes the savage beast.

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Jenna Fox is a multi-published, bestselling author residing in Eastern Tennessee. She enjoys reading and jotting down poetry in her spare time. Besides juggling a busy family life, Fox reviews and critiques for other authors and crafts her own dark erotic tales. Stories always feature a dominating alpha male with unexpected twists to shock the reader. She believes in HFN and HEA endings, although not always in a romantic or conventional way.

Her work is born from real life experiences, an overactive imagination and a consuming caffeine addiction. Fox is a listener of 80’s rock music and a watcher of classic slasher films. In short, she’s a writer, a storyteller, able to make a boo-boo all better with just one kiss and a proud, world class expert at screwing up recipes and scaring away closet monsters. She believes in ghosts and God and is absolutely convinced chocolate soothes the savage beast.

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14 Feb 2017

Happy release day, Jenna Fox!

Posted by Teresa Noelle Roberts. 1 Comment

BOUND FOREVER

Pleasing the Manwhore, book 2
by Jenna Fox


Genre: Erotic Romance
Content: spankings, light bondage, older man/younger woman, age difference, submission/domination themes
***PLEASE NOTICE: This book is NOT considered a standalone. You must first read Book 1 ‘The Arrangement’ in the ‘Pleasing the Manwhore’ duology.
NOTE TO READERS: For audiences who enjoy the Fifty Shades/alpha billionaire fantasy.
His rules were simple, and my heart was supposed to be safe after the orgasms were over and the blinds had been raised.
I was wrong.
I thought running would make this indescribable pain go away.
Wrong again.
Starting my life over in a different place was supposed to make me forget him, but the hold he had on me was inescapable.
Insidious.
All consuming.
Sullivan Cooper seduced his way into my heart and mind; binding me to him forever. No, it wasn’t enough that he had to break me and take all I had…
He came back for more, and I found myself having to make the most important decision of my life.


~Sullivan~

Pushing my hands deep inside my pockets, I drew in a long breath as I looked out the window. We’d taken off from Asian soil hours ago and were cruising at optimum speed, but this plane was going too damn slow.
Ten long months. I hoped I hadn’t waited too long, but almost a year of therapy was needed to get to the bottom of my issues. Now confident that I was in a better place, I could move forward with my plans. Echoing in the back of my mind was the reality that ten months was also more than enough time for Taffi to find another man.
God, the thought made me nauseous. And the idea of a silly frat boy buying her a drink and taking her back to his place so he could coax her into sleeping with him made me want to punch the wall.
It was my fault. One of the Cooper male maxims was to aggressively pursue what we wanted and once it had been claimed, fiercely protect it. I’d failed the last one, but as long as there was breath in my body I’d fix it.
Or die trying.
I’d spent a lot of time thinking about the past. How Taffi had looked tied to my bed and bent over with her perfect ass in the air. I remembered her taste as I worked my lips over her body, licking the thin sheen of perspiration from her skin. Damn, she was delectable. Salty and sweet. Feminine and soft. Eyes closed, lips parting. Completely abandoned to the pleasure and pain I gave her.
The plan was to get her back in bed and see it all over again.
I couldn’t wait to bind her wrists. Blindfold her so she would be more aware to the sensations. Her supple skin would sting from the slap of my hand in an open-handed spanking. Oh yes, she loved my hand on her ass.
I wanted to hear her scream my name. Feel her tight channel gripping my cock until we came in sync. I wanted to feel her go lax and collapse on my chest. I’d hold her there—close to me. This time never letting go. Never letting the word goodbye fall from her lips, thus bringing a tear to her eye.
So deep in my thoughts, I didn’t hear my assistant come in with the reports I’d been expecting. At some point, he’d dropped the manila folder on my desk and made himself scarce.
Unsure of what I might find inside, I stared intensely at the file like it was a bitter enemy. What I already knew had upset me—Taffi had a job. Her bank account reflected an automatic payroll deposit, meaning she wouldn’t need me for long.
But what else would I find in this packet of information?
Could I handle the new developments the private detective had discovered?
Did this make me a stalker?
I didn’t care. When a man needed and wanted a woman until he couldn’t sleep at night, he did what it took.
Including shedding his pride.
My heart beating at super sonic speed, I tried for a calming breath as I put my hand on the folder. Photographs spilled out of the open side as I lifted it from the desk. I snatched up the pictures mid air as they fluttered toward the ground. Jealousy and possessiveness struck me like lighting as I looked as each one. Taffi had been seeing another man, but not just any man.
A low-down, prick lawyer.
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I wasn’t supposed to need him…

But I did.
I wasn’t supposed to crave the smell of his skin and require the very air he breathed…
But somehow I found I couldn’t breathe without him.
I was only supposed to provide physical pleasure and shove my emotions to the side, not allowing love a place into the equation.
He wasn’t supposed to own me. Heart, mind, body and soul. My God, I was such a fool to think I could go along with this arrangement and not involve my heart.
Synopsis:
Taffi Watkins only wanted to escape an abusive home when she fled a small Texas town. She had dreams of starting a new life. A better life.
Those big city lights seemed to shine so brightly when she stepped off that bus, but soon she discovered the pursuing of her dream had also been the worst mistake of her life.
And then came Sullivan Cooper.
In the blink of an eye he made all of her troubles disappear. He accepted her and brought her into his world of fast cars and fancy clothes. Immersed in Mr. Cooper’s universe of unbridled passion, Taffeta forgot he was twenty-five years older than her as he introduced her to his brand of pleasure and pain.
Taffi only thought she knew pain, until Sullivan Cooper taught her better.
Jenna Fox is a civilized hillbilly and doting mother residing in the deep South. Besides juggling a busy family life, Fox reviews and critiques for other authors and crafts her own dark erotic tales. Stories always feature a mysterious alpha male with unexpected twists to shock the reader. She believes in HFN and HEA endings, although not always in a romantic or conventional way.
Her work is born from real life experiences, an overactive imagination and a consuming caffeine addiction. Sometimes she finds herself writing sex scenes on fast food napkins and store receipts while waiting in traffic, but she’s always guilty of keeping her mind in the gutter.
In short, she’s a multi-tasker – a writer, a storyteller, able to make a boo-boo all better with just one kiss and a proud, world class expert at screwing up recipes and scaring away closet monsters. She believes in ghosts and God and is absolutely convinced chocolate soothes the savage beast.
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11 Feb 2017

Endings and new beginnings

Posted by Teresa Noelle Roberts. No Comments

Sunset is the end of a day, but the start of the evening. (This is a particularly optimistic sunset. Since I was on a jazz cruise in New Orleans when I took this shot, it was a fine evening indeed.)

 

It finally happened. Late last week, Samhain Publishing–my publisher for ten titles– announced it was closing its doors forever as of February 28.

This isn’t out of the blue. Samhain almost closed last year, but then announced it had pulled itself back from the brink. I wasn’t sanguine the company would manage to muddle along long-term, but I hoped it would. Kind of had no option about that. My books were still under contract and there wasn’t much I could do but wait and hope it could either survive or go out gracefully. (Note to self: Don’t sign such a long contract again. No matter how stable a company appears, the industry is always changing. So, for that matter, are my own needs as an author.)

Now it’s over, or soon to be, and it’s a bittersweet feeling.

Bitter because I’ve enjoyed a great relationship with Samhain since 2009, when they accepted Lions’ Pride. Until last year, they were always a pleasure to work with. The past year had its share of chaos and poorly handled crisis communication, which is likely to happen when a company is pared down to a few core employees, all horribly stressed. But they’ve continued to pay royalties on time and are going out in a way that avoids bankruptcy and makes sure we all get our rights back. I won’t mention names here, but that hasn’t always been the case when publishers go out of business.

Sweet because getting all the rights back means I can make changes I’ve wanted to make. New covers for some of them. Tweaks and updates that I’ve longing to make to some of them. Repackaging Drive and rebranding the series as Kinky Cougars, not Cougars, Cars and Kink. (The Mustang in Drive isn’t going anywhere, don’t worry–but some of the characters in upcoming books flat-out refused to be that obsessed with cars.)

Also sweet because frankly, I’ve been feeling stuck in limbo. Knowing where my books and I stand already feels better for my brain. There may have been a bit of bourbon and a lot of chocolate on the night I found out (and by “may” I mean “was”) but now I can make a plan instead of dithering. And feeling unstuck will make it easier to write new words. It’s been hard to continue working on my ongoing series, especially the Kinky Cougars.

It’s going to take work to get ten books republished. All of the books I had with Samhain will be back, but it’s going to be a gradual process. If you’ve wish-listed one of my titles or have been putting off buying something that intrigued you, do it now. And if you’ve ordered books–mine or anyone else’s–directly from Samhain, make sure they’re downloaded and backed up before February 28.

Here’s a list of the titles that will be disappearing temporarily.

Duals and Donovans series: Lions’ Pride, Foxes’ Den, Fox’s Folly, Cougar’s Courage, Witches’ Waves

Chronicles of the Malcolm series: Thrill-Kinky, Bad Kitty

Kinky contemporaries: Out of Control, Knowing the Ropes, Drive

Au revoir, Samhain. It was great while it lasted.

Now it’s time for the next adventure.

The sun will rise and give us a new day and new opportunities.

11 Feb 2017

My Sexy Saturday: My Sexy Wild

Posted by Teresa Noelle Roberts. 5 Comments

Welcome back to My Sexy Saturday, a blog hop in which authors post 7 thematic paragraphs, sentences, or even words to spark your imagination. This week’s theme is “My Sexy Wild”: Ever met someone who is just so wild and sexy, you want to keep them? Yeah, this week is about those wild and sexy significant others!

Since we’re going for wild, and since we’re in the middle of a major winter storm, I’m turning to a backlist paranormal title, Cougar’s Courage (Duals and Donovans: The Different 3). Shapeshifters and magic users in a remote part of Canada–well, an alternate reality that you enter via a remote part of Canada. Definitely wild and sexy.

EDIT: I’d set this up early in the week. Since then, Samhain, the publisher of the Duals and Donovans series, has announced they’re going out of business on February 28. We’ve known this announcement was going to happen at some point, but the timing was a surprise. I decided to leave this post up because you can buy the books until the end of the month–and if you get them through Samhain, they’re half-price. If you opt to get them through Samhain, though,  download them immediately and back them up.

This series, and my other former Samhain titles, will be back with great new covers as soon as possible, but “ASAP”, in this case, may be months. So if you’re interested, grab ’em now.

book cover for Cougar's Courage

Here’s our heroine Cara’s wild introduction to her hero Jack. Jack and Cara are both shamans–Cara a complete newbie who can’t handle her suddenly awakened power. Jack is also a shapeshifter, called a dual in this series. He turns into a cougar. And they both have “dreams” that are actually visits to another plane. Wild enough for you?

Up until now, things had been relatively linear and sensible for a dream, but suddenly Cara found herself naked, swaddled under furs, and getting freaky with the most gorgeous specimen of masculinity she’d ever seen or dreamed.

Since it was a dream, she got a bird’s-eye look, which she couldn’t have if this had been real.

Long, straight black hair, bronze skin, the cheekbones of doom. He looked pure First Nations, only his eyes, instead of the dark brown she’d have expected, were amber.

Body of a god.

And oh my, cock of a wild stallion and the strength to just pick her up and toss her onto her back so he could sink that cock into her hard and fast. It was a claiming, but she was opening to him, rising to meet him, claiming him right back.

She arched, stiffened, cried out…

And woke to an empty bed, clutching a pillow that still smelled like Phil*. She was wet, her nipples almost painfully hard, but she buried her face in the pillow and wept.

[Phil is Cara’s late fiancé, who was murdered–at a time she was wondering if she’d made a mistake getting engaged to him.]

“The perfect blend of suspense, magic and sexual chemistry”–RT Magazine

Logic says wait. Their bodies scream go. And their spirit guides are playing dirty.

Toronto cop Cara Many-Winters Mackenzie is still reeling from her fiancé’s murder when her orderly life takes a turn toward the weird, complete with voices in her head and phantom bleeding wounds.

This violent awakening is the rise of her Different gift—a chaotic, Bugs-Bunny-on-crack magic that she must learn to control before it destroys her. There’s only one place to get help: her mother’s ancestral village, and a mentor who seems to have stepped straight out of the smoke of her erotic dreams.

Cougar Dual Jack Long-Claw reluctantly agrees to take Cara under his wing, though he’d much rather take the beautiful city girl into his bed. As he guides her through a crash course in shamanic magic, sparks fly—some sexy, some snarky. But when an ancient enemy attacks the village, they must work together to hone a magical weapon against certain destruction.

Common sense tells them it’s a terrible time to fall in love. Their spirit guides have other ideas. And shamans who don’t listen to their spirit guides are dead shamans…

Elissa, Jude, and Rafe from Lions’ Pride–and their unusual, improbable (and adorable) baby–make special guest appearances.

Warning: Hot shape-shifting feline hero. Strong but shell-shocked heroine. Snarky, meddling spirit guides. And lots and lots of sex: angry sex, crazy sex, magical sex, and just plain sexy sex.

Check out excerpts here and here.

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23 Jan 2017

Characters spill the heroine’s secrets in Cara Bristol’s Claimed by the Cyborg

Posted by Teresa Noelle Roberts. 2 Comments

I have a special treat for you today–a visit from science fiction romance author Cara Bristol, giving us glimpses into the heroine of her steamy new release Claimed by the Cyborg. (Disclaimer: I haven’t read this one yet, but I’ve read other books in the series and they’re terrific.) Without further ado, here’s Cara

* * *

In one of my college sociology classes, I heard something to the effect that three sides exist to one’s personality: how you see yourself, how others see you, and how you think others see you.

The first and third can be quite different from the second. For instance, a person who is shy might think that others see him/her as quiet, but his/her reserved behavior can be perceived as aloof or standoffish by others.

In Claimed by the Cyborg, heroine Jules/Julietta is the heir to the Xenian empire. She’ll become empress after she bonds with Naimo and produces a child. She was an alien exchange student with the Terran Technical Institute.

I asked the characters of Claimed by the Cyborg to share something about Julietta, and this is what they said:

Aleta, mother of Julietta: “My daughter hasn’t said anything, but something happened when she went to school on Terra. I suspect a man was involved.”

Emperor Dusan, Julietta’s father: “My daughter cannot postpone bonding any longer. She must be bonded so she can rule when tradition decrees I pass the scepter next year.”

Naimo, her betrothed: “Julietta is very beautiful. We will make a great team. I will be loyal, faithful, and true. Of course, I’ll still have my paramours—that’s the Xenian way, but it won’t affect our bonding.”

Marji, Julietta’s younger sister: “I know it’s not right, but I’m so envious! I wish I were being bonded to my mate. I wish I were going to be empress! I don’t know why Julietta’s not more excited.”

March, the man from her past: “How could she have left me without so much as a goodbye?”

The villain: “Everything is coming together perfectly.”

Claimed by the Cyborg Description

March Fellows assumed he had all the time in the galaxy to pursue a relationship with Jules, an alien exchange student from Xenia, until she vanished without a trace. After years of searching, he finds his lost love on the eve of her arranged marriage.

The daughter of the Xenian emperor, Julietta never meant to fall in love with a Terran man while visiting Earth. Leaving to fulfill her responsibilities on her home planet opened up a hole in her heart that could never be filled. When March, now a cyborg, unexpectedly shows up just before she is to be bonded, she struggles to find the courage to turn him away a second time and follow through with her duty. Before she can act, the lovers are thrust into a political conspiracy that threatens the Xenian empire and their lives.

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Excerpt from Claimed by the Cyborg:

(In this scene, it’s the eve of Julietta’s bonding. Her completed bonding tunic has arrived and her sister wants her to try it on).

Marji’s eyes were wide. “You don’t want to see what it looks like? Come, on! I’ll help you.” She scooted off the bed. “Try it on, please?”

“All right,” she capitulated. The tailors had done an excellent job, but it wouldn’t hurt to verify the garment fit—and it would make Marji happy. At only sixteen solar cycles, her younger sister’s bonding wouldn’t occur for several years. Like most girls her age, she talked about her future ceremony constantly, planning what she would wear, who would attend—and wondering who her mate would be.

Julietta stripped down to her panties and a lacy bra. She’d adopted Terran undergarments when she’d attended school off planet. For the bonding ceremony—and thereafter for the rest of her life—she would wear the traditional one-piece Xenian undergarment. Her choice of underwear—one more thing bonding would force her to give up.

She pulled on the pantaloons sewn in the royal huber fabric. Shimmering threads of pale rose were woven throughout so that the garment sparkled. Marji undid the fastening of the shift and held it out. Julietta slipped her arms through it, and her sister did up the back.

The weight of her world rested on her shoulders.

Her sister reached for the headdress.

“That, too?” she protested, but bent at the knees so the crown could be settled on her head. Her legs threatened to buckle, but she shored up her strength and remained upright.

“You look beautiful. Just like an empress!” Marji gushed.

“How appropriate, considering,” she replied dryly.

The ceremony brought her closer to becoming the sovereign. The bonding—and production of an heir—were the only two hurdles left. Then, when her father passed the scepter upon his fifty-first solar cycle, she would rule with her consort at her side.

The last time she’d tried on the dress, the crystals hadn’t yet been sewn on. She took a few exploratory steps.

“How does it feel?”

Crushing. “Fine.”

“It’s perfect!” Marji said.

Could she walk down the aisle without toppling over, without bursting into tears, without making a spectacle of herself in front of thousands?

She would have to—what choice did she have? As firstborn, she was heir apparent. Her future had been decided on the day of her birth, twenty-five solar cycles ago. “Let’s take it off now.” She lifted the crown from her head and tilted her neck from side to side in relief. Marji undid the back of the shift and removed the garment. While she hung up the tunic, Julietta donned her clothing.

“I can’t sleep, I’m so excited for you,” Marji said. “Tomorrow night, you get to see your consort! I don’t know why you never chose to see him before this. As future empress, you receive special dispensation and could have seen him if you’d wanted to. I would have jumped at the chance!” She sighed. “But, like everyone else, I won’t see my future mate until the Sha’A’la and won’t meet him until the bonding ceremony.”

“Whether I see him or not, the future will proceed as scheduled,” Julietta said.

“Father says he’s very kind. Mother says he’s supernova!” she said. “That’s means handsome.”

“I know what it means. Mother has been watching too many Terran vids.”

Marji giggled, and, despite herself, Julietta smiled.

Though she hadn’t seen Earth herself, their mother loved Terran culture and had encouraged her eldest daughter to study there and explore the wonders of the Blue Planet before fulfilling her duty. Julietta had had two glorious years of freedom, two glorious years of being “Jules,” two glorious years of being just another Terran Technical Institute student, two glorious years with a man who most definitely qualified as supernova, two glorious years to pretend the future would never come.

Author Bio
USA Today bestselling author Cara Bristol has been the no. 1 best seller in science fiction romance, bdsm erotica, and holiday fiction on Amazon. She’s the author of two science fiction romance series featuring tough alpha heroes: the Cy-Ops Sci-fi Romance cyborg series and the Breeder science fiction romance series, which emphasize character-driven stories written with a touch of humor and sizzling chemistry between the hero and heroine. Cara lives in Missouri with her own alpha hero, her husband.

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21 Jan 2017

Sexy becomes her… for My Sexy Saturday

Posted by Teresa Noelle Roberts. 4 Comments

This week’s theme for the My Sexy Saturday blog hop is “Sexy Becomes Her.” To borrow the organizer’s words: Have you noticed a sexy woman walk into the room? Sometimes they know they’re sexy and play it up, sometimes they don’t have a clue. Regardless of if they know or not, they draw people, both men and women, to them like bees to honey. Sometimes they are witty and make anyone in their sphere feel special even if they aren’t someone they love. Have you ever met someone like that? That person is what this week is about…”

Heroines don’t get much more like that striking female archetype than Xia, the adorable, dangerous felinoid (aka cat-girl) heroine of my science-fiction romance Bad Kitty (Chronicles of the Malcolm, Book 2). She’s one of the ones who knows she’s hot and plays it up. Cats, after all, know they’re gorgeous.

The other reason Xia’s making a guest appearance today is a salute to all the people marching in Washington and other cities, wearing hats with cat ears (pussy hats).I like to imagine what would happen to some bloviating male chauvinist who tried to grab this pussycat without her enthusiastic consent. The felinoid attitude toward sex is “hell yes–but only if you ask nicely.”

cover for the science fiction romance Bad Kitty: sexy cat-girl against a background of stars

Rahal took a deep breath, drinking in Xia’s personal perfume, the flavor of her skin and blood. The young woman, probably ten years his junior, was an aphrodisiac. If he could bottle her scent, the nuances of her blood, he could make enough credits to repair all the damage to Siantana and get started on the rest of this poor, beat-up planet, while treating himself to a first-class vacation somewhere that didn’t smell like burning.

No, just the scent of her skin, delectable as that was, wouldn’t be enough. He’d need to capture the grace of her tail, the charm of her posture—meltingly sensual, yet alert to the danger around her and ready for action—the blooded velvet power of her hands, the exact cock of her ears and especially the left ear’s one adorable white tip.

If they’d been alone, he’d be halfway to seducing her by now. Maybe farther along than that because she smelled of heat, of need, as well as all the other delicious things that were permanent parts of who she was. She might already be as wet under her short skirt as he was hard in his pants. She might be willing to hit the ground on hands and knees and cock her pretty tail for him right now, then talk later.

And there would be talk, once the first urgency passed, because everything about her screamed there was far more to Xia Suarez than her undeniable tawny beauty. Intelligence, passion, danger.

If he believed the old granny-and-grandpa tales of knowing your mate at first sight, he’d think she was fated to be his. Stars, he half believed it anyway, or at least wanted to believe it.

Then something processed in a brain so drunk on hormones he was thinking about as clearly as an adolescent. Suarez. She shared a last name with the dark, very human captain and his huge, humorless (but handsome, in a big, beefy, heavily decorated Furagi style) husband. She pronounced her name like a human would. She’d obviously been adopted off-planet as a kitten.

Even if she was his mate, she might not know about mating, how it overcame all rationality and better judgment—not that their species had a lot of either on an ordinary day. He’d just have to make sure she fell for him fast and hard, and explain the rest later.

 

When you make the Devil’s bargain, be prepared to take the heat. A lot of heat.

Most of Xia’s early memories are repressed, thank the Great Cat Mother. But her body remembers how to kill.

The longer she and her fellow Malcolm crewmates are holed up on Cibari hiding from assassins, the twitchier she gets—until the planet’s insanely sexy warlord, Rahal Mizyar, borrows her skills to take out slavers.

Rahal suspects Xia is his mate, but the human-raised female never learned the finer points of felinoid rituals. The solution: make her fall hard and fast for him, even if it means playing dirty.

Hired to determine if Xia is the long-missing granddaughter of the felinoid prime minister, Cal Janssen has finally tracked her down. Getting past Rahal, though, is a problem—until he’s mistaken for a notorious arms dealer and playboy. And he finds himself the object of both Rahal’s and Xia’s seduction.

When their first mission brings Xia’s memories bulleting back to the surface, she realizes she’s fallen for two men who don’t exist. Running away, however, could be her deadliest mistake.

Warning: Contains an assassin with a swiss cheese memory, a badass warlord who’s getting tired of his own con, and a freelance lawman. Secrets, lies, and hot sex with no rules.

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12 Jan 2017

BUSTED – a new Sophie Mouette story

Posted by Teresa Noelle Roberts. No Comments

Sophie Mouette has a new story available! (OK, it’s not precisely new; it appeared in an anthology years ago. But it’s a new ebook release.)

My coauthor Dayle Dermatis and I had so much fun writing this short lesbian erotica. It involves giggling while imagining sexy scenarios, which is almost as good as giggling with a lover because you’re both happy and satisfied that your brains are running out your ears…

Women's legs, sexily coming out from under a red sheet. A police hat is perched on her knee.

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When cop Elle and hippie Destiny get it on at the beach, they discover a mutual love for voyeurism and exhibitionism that leads to even more steamy encounters. A sexy-fun short story from acclaimed lesbian erotica author Sophie Mouette.

“Busted” originally appeared in Caught Looking: Erotic Tales of Voyeurs and Exhibitionists (Cleis Press, 2006) and was reprinted in Soaking Wet: Lesbian Sex Stories, Cleis Press, 2011.

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1 Jan 2017

2017: The Year of Exploration

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A view of a snowy landscape through a windowpane. Everything is tinted blue. Caption: Happy New Year

Photo (C) Larisa Koshkina/PublicDomainPhotos.net

I’ve started the last several years with a “theme”, some grand concept that I hoped would guide me in growth and new adventures. 2014 was the Year of Yes, which worked out well for me.  2015 was the Year of Bountiful Possibilities. Unfortunately I forgot that not all possibilities were good. (I know that the bad things would have happened anyway, but the ironic contrast to my hopes made the darker times even more challenging.) 2016 became the Year of Joy and Rebuilding. I’ll still have to do a recap of my year and how well that theme worked for me.

Short version: there seems to be a consensus that 2016 sucked and in many big-picture ways that’s true. 2016 featured major, career-affecting shakeups in the publishing industry; the deaths of many beloved public figures including personal heroes David Bowie, Leonard Cohen, and Carrie Fisher; and a presidential election that led my 83-year-old mother to mutter things about having lived through Nazis and McCarthyism once already.(She didn’t actually say, “I’m too old for this shit–AGAIN” but it was implied.) But due to some wise moves on my part–including a consistent yoga practice and finally admitting it was a good idea to try therapy and antidepressants in the same way it was just plain sensible to get treatment for my asthma–I was able to find joy again in my own little corner of the world.

Taken at Kripalu in February 2016. I'll be going back in two weeks!

Taken at Kripalu in February 2016. I started finding joy again on that retreat. And I’m going back in two weeks.

 

I debated with myself about what phrase would sum up my hopes for 2017. I’ve been feeling hobbitish lately, living in a very cozy, pleasant rut. Without losing the delightful aspects of hobbiting, I’d like to shake up my routine–learn and try new things, play more, step out of my comfort zone in fun ways. Some the things I have in mind are simple, everyday adventures I just haven’t taken the time to enjoy: visiting Sturbridge Village; hiking in a new-to-me state park; getting up stupid early to beat traffic and be at the beach for sunrise, so I can spend a few hours at the ocean before beginning my workday. Some are bigger: getting over my fear of driving into Boston (I can manage Providence, and have no problem with ridiculously long highway drives, but Boston daunts me); auditing an online course in a subject that intrigues me, such as archeology or astronomy; reviewing the smattering of German I learned in college; experimenting with new genres; learning new software for self-publishing instead of continuing to kluge conversions from Word documents, which doesn’t always work gracefully. I’d also like to examine my habits and patterns, especially where writing and gardening are concerned, and figure out if they’re necessarily the best way to do things. And if I could actually invite adventure into my life (without encountering Smaug, to continue the hobbit analogy), that would be grand.

I bounced these ideas off my husband. The Year of New? The Year of Yes Part 2, since I’d once more focus on saying yes to life even when it scared me a little? The Year of Renewal, accent on new? The Year of Pushing Boundaries? None of these seemed quite right.

Himself suggested The Year of Exploration.

Maps, notebook, coffee mug, smartphone, as if someone were planning a journey.

Photo credit: George Hodan/PublicDomainPictures.net

I rolled it on my tongue a few times and decided I liked the sound of it. It covered both the playful side of what I hope to bring into this coming year and the more serious examining-processes aspect. It conjures up images of ancient maps and messages in forgotten languages. Explorers are allowed to be afraid, because unknown places can be scary–can be legitimately dangerous–but they keep moving. Explorers learn. Explorers grow. Explorers may get lost, but that’s often when they find the interesting thing they didn’t know they sought. And explorers don’t settle for engrained, familiar habits; they always ask what’s next.

It’s 2017. Welcome to my Year of Exploration. Wish me luck on my journey. Share maps if you have any; they might not take me where I want to go, but I’m open to checking them out.

Here’s hoping I find plenty of “treasures” in terms of experience, ideas, and self-knowledge–and no dragons!