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14 Mar 2017

Stealing Ideas–a visit from Janine Ashbless

Posted by Teresa Noelle Roberts. No Comments

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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13 Mar 2017

DRIVE is back!

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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!

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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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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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Meet the Author

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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Meet the Author

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!

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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.

Buy links for the e-book:

Amazon/Kobo/Samhain /B&N

Buy links for the paperback:

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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

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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.

Buy Links: Samhain / Amazon US / Amazon UK /Kobo / Barnes and Noble / iBooks (iTunes)

Be sure to check out the other participants in My Sexy Saturday and show them some love by commenting and/or sharing.

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.

Photo © Alan and Vicena Poulson | Bigstock.com

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.

Buy it at any of these fine online retailers:
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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!

10 Dec 2016

My Sexy Saturday: Sexy in Space

Posted by Teresa Noelle Roberts. 3 Comments

 

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This week’s My Sexy Saturday theme is “Sexy in Space,” which means sharing something from one of my science fiction books. I pondered going back to one of the earlier titles, but Buck, Naked is on sale for 99 cents through 12/15, so it’s no-brainer to give you a snippet of Buck and Aleema. In case you’re wondering, while Buck, Naked is the third book in the series, you can start with it and pick up the others later. (Due to vagaries of the publishing industry, I can put Buck on sale, but not the other two. It’s a long story.)

Cover of BUCK, NAKED. Attractive black woman on a starry, science-fiction background. By Kanaxa

My Sexy Saturday is about sharing 7 paragraphs, 7 sentences, or 7 lines of your work that fit the week’s theme. So without further ado, here’s seven paragraphs of spaceship sex. The Malcolm has just survived a devastating attack thanks in part to Buck’s alien abilities. Both Buck and Aleema are injured, although thanks to their modifications, they’re healing fast. They’re taking some desperately needed time to regroup and celebrate being alive.

He could stand. Might not be the most graceful maneuver, but he could do it. But as he gazed at Aleema, another idea occurred to him. “Stay where you are,” he said. “But take your clothes off. For what I want to do, this is a good spot.” He wouldn’t have to worry about bumping up her bad arm, either, but that was an afterthought. The important part was she looked like a goddess there, marked with blood and power and love. Goddesses should be worshipped on your knees.

He knelt up and put his arms around Aleema’s waist. He rested his head against her belly and breathed in her scent. It had been a hellish day. She was blood-spattered and filthy and they never had taken time to clean up after the sexytimes between battles—good marling stars, that was all today, wasn’t it? They’d just arrived back on the ship today.

And they’d been desert-dusted and sex-smeared when they arrived, because B’to’s ship had a homemade fold-drive, but didn’t have a functioning sonic cleanser. (Xaquan didn’t sweat, they’d explained apologetically, so fixing it hadn’t been a priority.) The smell of woman, and well-sexed woman at that, came through the less pleasant hints of blood and burning. That made everything all right.

One of Aleema’s hands stroked his hair while the other simply cupped the back of his head, a little awkwardly due to the splint.

No matter how close he felt to Aleema, no matter how he was skirting that big, beautiful, deadly black hole called falling in love, they had some major obstacles to deal with before happily ever after—if that was even a possibility. It might be close to “ever after” with her immortality and his ability to regen, but that was assuming they made it that far.

So for now he wouldn’t regret or worry. He’d live in the moment for as long as he could manage it.

 

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More about Buck, Naked

Click the title or the picture to get more information on the whole Chronicles of the Malcolm series!

Blurb:

To save him, she must strip him bare.

Security expert Buck’s senses are inhumanly keen, to the point he can see through time and space, and that’s just the start of his odd abilities—thank you, alien captors. He also experiences paranoia, flashbacks, and the occasional hallucination—thank you, PTSD. No wonder he fears he could hurt one of the Malcolm crewmates he lives to protect, the closest thing to family he has left after the destruction of his home planet.
Brilliant scientist Aleema can teach him how to use his modifications without triggering  PTSD. She’s survived the same meddling aliens and suffered even more dramatic alterations. At least her unwanted immortality means she’s had time to figure out how the modifications work and use the knowledge to aid other survivors. Helping Buck means spending some serious time together.

Time enough to fall in love.

Just as happiness seems within their grasp, Aleema realizes one of Buck’s modifications dooms him to an unthinkable future. To save him, she must place herself in the hands of their common enemy and leave Buck to face his worst fears without her.

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7 Dec 2016

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4 Dec 2016

New and improved cover for Christmas Stockings

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I was looking at the cover for Christmas Stockings the other days and decided that while the image was awesome, the typeface needed work for beauty and legibility. Luckily, that’s not hard to fix. So, just on time for holiday enjoyment, I present a new cover! Just on time, too–the novella has been recommended in a round-up of short romantic and erotic fiction, compiled by the wonderful and wise Xan West. Look at who else they included; I’m honored to be included.

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This Christmas is out of control!
Reconnect with Jen and Drake from OUT OF CONTROL in this standalone short holiday novella.
Artist Jen’s striped holiday stockings factor in her mathematician husband—and Dominant—Drake’s equation for a delightfully kinky evening. What goes better with striped stockings than a striped ass, after all?
But first they have to survive Jen’s first faculty black-tie holiday party.
Jen, with her wild hair and wilder stockings, doesn’t mind standing out. But she’s not so crazy about standing out as the only person at the party without a college degree. Accomplished artist or not, that’ll raise eyebrows in academia. She doesn’t want to reflect badly on Drake, but she’s also not about to let snobbery go unchallenged.
Who knew going commando except for a garter belt could give a submissive the courage she needs to be herself in an uncomfortable environment—at least with her hot Dominant by her side?
And who knew the rewards for becoming the unlikely toast of the Mathematics Department party would be just what Jen wanted for Christmas?

Warning: Academic obtuseness, artistic obsessions, glass-blowing metaphors, a lot of color-coordinated rope, a little pain-play and a pair of incendiary stockings.

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29 Nov 2016

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19 Nov 2016

My Sexy, Jazzy Holidays

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This week’s theme for the “My Sexy Saturday” blog hop is My Sexy Holidays. This bit of holiday cheer from this week’s new release The Lion of Frenchman Street is romantic, but not explicitly sexy. But don’t worry, there’s plenty of sexy, kinky goodness in The Lion of Frenchman Street; it’s a kinky erotic romance, after all. (For a steamier snippet, try here.)

 

Handsome red-haired man in vintage suit. Text: The Lion of Frenchman Street

 

 

 

 

It was hard to admit to himself how much he was looking forward to Christmastime with Kelsey, and not just because it provided a great excuse to gift-wrap her in red and green rope. New Orleans had unique traditions he thought she’d enjoy. Besides, he wanted her to spend part of Christmas day with the family. It had been a long time since he’d wanted a lover to share a family holiday. The last one had been Deneice, back in high school. No matter how serious he’d gotten with other girlfriends or subs, they’d spent holidays apart.

Not this year. Not this woman. He wanted to show her what Christmas was like here. And good lord, he wanted his family to get to know her better. What was happening to him?

He took Kelsey’s coat and hung it on the back of the door. “Mom wants to know if you’re coming to midnight mass with us on Christmas Eve. We usually go to St. Patrick’s in my parents’ neighborhood, but she suggested St. Louis if you came along, and that’s something to experience.”

She sighed. “Not happening. Don’t want that lovely cathedral struck by lightning.” She was fiddling with her scarf as if it fascinated her rather than meeting his eyes. Not like her. Then again, they’d never talked about religion. She might be Buddhist or pagan or atheist and not entirely comfortable with his family tradition.

He wrapped his arms around her from behind and clasped her wrists. “In New Orleans, we get dispensation if our sins are interesting enough. Otherwise that cathedral would have burned down two hundred years ago. And since it’s New Orleans, the music’s great, no matter which mass we attend. But if you’re not into it, we’ll see you Christmas morning. Later we can catch the bonfires…”

She began to fidget with her scarf, looking away from him. “I figured this would be easy to say, but it’s not. I’m going home for Christmas, with a couple of days on each end.” She turned in his arms so she could—finally—look at him. Definitely not the face of someone in the holiday spirit. “I’m sorry. We just fought out the details this morning. And if you’ve ever been around an Italian family fighting things out…let’s say I need a drink.”

Family was family. He got that. But so much for red and green rope, and midnight mass at the church he’d attended as a boy, and the Christmas bonfires on the Levée along the river.

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Blurb: On Kelsey’s first night tending bar at a New Orleans jazz club, she catches the eye of handsome saxophonist—and Dominant—Peter Lyons. He sweeps her into his world of music and kinky sex, introducing her to fierce pleasures she’s always dreamed of. As they explore the crazy, romantic city she comes to love as much as he does, she’s falling hard for Peter, too. Even though he claims “true love” is for songs, not real life, it’s hard to resist his rope skills and his vintage movie star looks, his passion for life and the hints of pain in his blue eyes.

But Kelsey’s only tending bar as a stop-gap. When she’s offered a dream job out of town, Peter’s old scars break open and everything goes out of tune. Can music, passion, and the magic of New Orleans get them back in harmony?

Available on Amazon for 99 cents, or everyone’s favorite price, free, with Kindle Unlimited.

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If you Christmas stockings cover 172dpilargewant a short, fun story full of naughty holiday shenanigans–if you’re celebrating Thanksgiving next week, it’s perfect to read while the turkey’s cooking–check out Christmas Stockings. By the rules of this blog hop, I can feature only one story, so click here for a sexy snippet.

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12 Nov 2016

My Sexy Saturday: Sexy in the Sky

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Welcome to installment #167 of My Sexy Saturday, the blog hop where, every Saturday, authors bring you steamy excerpts (7 paragraphs, 7 sentences, or even 7 scintillating words) centered on a particular theme. This week’s theme is Sexy in the Sky, so even though I have a kinky novella, The Lion of Frenchman Street, coming out on 11/17, I’m going to give you something from Buck, Naked. Because foreplay in a stolen cargo flyer? Definitely sexy in the sky!BN cargo flyer teaser

Cover of BUCK, NAKED. Attractive black woman on a starry, science-fiction background. By KanaxaHe tried to move slowly, tried to be gentle, yet suave. That worked until her lips softened and parted more and he couldn’t resist darting his tongue in.

Then they were devouring each other. It was fierce and awkward and eager as a couple of teenagers who were still figuring out the best ways for mouths to fit together. The flyer wasn’t the most comfortable place for shenanigans—there was only the one seat and they’d both been too polite to take it, so they were standing hunched over and hoping the flyer made no sudden moves that would knock them down.That didn’t stop his hands from roaming down her back to cup that tempting, curvy ass or hers from exploring his back and groping his butt. Didn’t stop his cock from springing to hot, hard life. They were flying low, probably the level the flyer used for its delivery route. The city was a blur around them, maybe because the flyer was moving, but more likely because all his blood had rushed from his brain to his dick so anything he saw that wasn’t Aleema didn’t make sense.

He shifted position, reluctant to move away from her, but desperate to slip his hand between their straining bodies. Her nipple was osmium hard, and her breast felt as full and delicious as it had in his fantasies. Her breath hissed as he circled the nipple. He broke off the kiss long enough to say, “This all right?”

Her answer wasn’t exactly coherent, but “yes” was definitely in there, along with some gasping and what had to be the name of some deity.

Her shirt had tear-tabs. He tore. Stars bless the person who invented tear-tab shirts with built-in bras, because Aleema was naked to the waist now, and like he’d imagined, her nipples were plump and tempting. They really were the color of a dendar plum, and he wondered if her cunt was that delicious color too, and getting ripe-plum juicy for him. Bit too soon to explore that. He might be rusty about the whole sexytimes procedure, but he knew most women wanted you to take your time. Aleema seemed more than able to speed things up if she wanted to.

He kissed his way down her throat, paying extra attention to the scars that stood out on that smooth dark skin, scars that suggested she, like him, had tried to end the madness at some point and hadn’t been able to. Nibbled along her collarbone. He wanted to rush to the swell of her breasts, but he forced himself to kiss his way millimeter by millimeter to that delicious arc and then down, kissing and licking and nibbling around that tempting nipple but not quite touching it. Finally, when she was squirming against him and making small, frantic noises, he caught that plump, puckered nipple in his mouth. It crinkled even more, hardened under the assault of his lips and tongue and Aleema’s moan was like a hand stroking his cock just right.

Then her hand actually stroked his cock through his pants and it felt better than his imagination could have conjured, even with fabric and her yellow gloves in the way of flesh on flesh.

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More about Buck, Naked

Click the title to get more information on the whole Chronicles of the Malcolm series!

Blurb:

To save him, she must strip him bare.

Security expert Buck’s senses are inhumanly keen, to the point he can see through time and space, and that’s just the start of his odd abilities—thank you, alien captors. He also experiences paranoia, flashbacks, and the occasional hallucination—thank you, PTSD. No wonder he fears he could hurt one of the Malcolm crewmates he lives to protect, the closest thing to family he has left after the destruction of his home planet.
Brilliant scientist Aleema can teach him how to use his modifications without triggering  PTSD. She’s survived the same meddling aliens and suffered even more dramatic alterations. At least her unwanted immortality means she’s had time to figure out how the modifications work and use the knowledge to aid other survivors. Helping Buck means spending some serious time together.

Time enough to fall in love.

Just as happiness seems within their grasp, Aleema realizes one of Buck’s modifications dooms him to an unthinkable future. To save him, she must place herself in the hands of their common enemy and leave Buck to face his worst fears without her.

Buy links: Amazon / iTunes / Kobo / All Romance Ebooks / B&N

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11 Nov 2016

I’m still here, I’m still queer (in several senses of the word), and I’m still believe in HEAs for everyone

Posted by Teresa Noelle Roberts. No Comments

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So, you probably noticed the US had an election on Tuesday. (Let me cut in here and say I won’t be offended–or even know!– if you stop reading this post and wait for me to get back to my regularly scheduled cat pictures, travel tales, and sexy excerpts. One of the latter will be up tomorrow morning.) I don’t usually get political on here, and I’m not going to go into a long rant, but I’m worried for a number of reasons about what will happen next.

I don’t believe Trump is literally Satan Incarnate. Mind you, if it were possible to make deals with the Devil, I bet he’d try it. He seems to love gaming the system so he can win, and I don’t think he always considers long-term consequences.

However, it’s obvious the Republican party would like to see changes that will have a serious effect on women’s rights, LGBTQ-etc. rights, minority rights, healthcare, etc., and they’re now in a much better position to enact these changes. I also fear this rancorous campaign has given a sense of legitimacy to a lot of festering hatred–and that the inevitable reaction to these shows of hatred and violence will be more anger, more hate, and probably more violence, because people of all stripes are capable of awful things when they feel threatened or furious enough. I imagine a lot of people who supported the winning candidate have concerns of their own. Someone who voted for Trump because they hope he’ll address rural and working-class concerns better than “insiders” have–for what it’s worth, I think it’s legitimate to say both major parties have neglected those needs–may not like some of what tagged along with that vote. My old neighbors back in the Land of Apples, for instance, are a conservative lot in an economically troubled area, probably all for “making America great again” and reinvigorating the small town–but I’m confident most of them didn’t want to invite the KKK to the party.

So, a few things:

1) I’m pansexual and pagan. This will probably surprise no one.

2) I’m in a position of relative privilege. I’m white; I’m middle class; I’m married to a man; we have good insurance through the Cat-herder, and his law enforcement job is not likely to go anywhere even if a new “regime” brings on economic kerfuffle; we live in Massachusetts, which will be a safeish place to be if decisions about issues such as same-sex marriage are shunted back to the states; and for various reasons, I no longer have to worry about access to birth control or abortion for myself.

3) Far too many people don’t share these privileges. I’m worried for a lot of my friends, but I’m still figuring out the best ways to be useful, not just angry and scared.

4) And for the part that really fits here:  Stories matter more than ever in difficult times. I’ve had a hard time focusing on the flow of words lately between Election Madness and a minor but exhausting health problem. But I’ve been reading like crazy and it’s kept me relatively sane and calm. While my country is divided and factionalized in many ways–hell, the whole world is–most of us can agree that it’s fun to read about Happily Ever After. If you, or someone you love, needs a brain break, I recommend a romance or six. It won’t solve major social problems or even pay your gas bill, but it’ll give you a taste of love, adventure, and best of all, hope. A few hours with hope, happy endings (and sexy bits if you want them) may make it easier to cope when you get “back to reality”.

My HEA stories are edgier than some: explicit, often kinky sex; unconventional relationships, and queerness of various flavors abound, as do magic, science fiction elements, and struggles against oppressive governments. They’re not going to be for everyone. But Romancelandia is big and diverse, like my country–and unlike my country at the moment, it mostly gets along well. Whether you’re craving historical romance with African-American main characters, stories set in Bollywood, steampunk epics with a mix of straight and queer characters, or a series focusing on everyday life in a small town in the American heartland, you can find it. Heroes and heroines range from the guy/girl next door to cowboys, cyborgs, and shapeshifters, cops to mafiosos. Possible partnerships? The majority of romances are male/female love stories–that’s the biggest market–but with a simple Amazon or Goodreads search, you can find gay, lesbian and bisexual main characters, and increasingly, transpeople and nonbinary characters in various pairings. Heat levels range from sweet romances with nothing but kissing to books that make mine look tame. So whichever of your friends needs some literary stress relief, there’s probably a romance that will do the trick.

5) Be gentle with each other, at this time and always. Love one another if you can. That’s a lofty ideal that’s not always going to be possible, but when it’s not, don’t be hateful. The world’s hard enough.

What are your favorite “comfort reads”? Let me know in comments, or ask me for book recommendations. Speaking of comments, I’d prefer it if you take political arguments elsewhere, but since I brought up the subject in the first place, I won’t stop you. Just keep it polite, please.

 

5 Nov 2016

My Sexy Saturday: Another sexy snippet of The Lion of Frenchman Street

Posted by Teresa Noelle Roberts. 2 Comments

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This week’s theme for My Sexy Saturday is “My Sexy Ex”, but since The Lion of Frenchman Street comes out on November 17, I wanted to highlight that–and while there are a few exes in the book, they’re the kind that broke a good man’s heart, not the ones who inspire wistful, romantic memories. Luckily, the organizers of the blog hop are always willing to let you stray from the theme as long as you follow the rules: 7 paragraphs, sentences, or words from one of your books that, in some way, illustrate the notion of sexy. So without further ado, seven short and slightly kinky paragraphs.

Handsome red-haired man in vintage suit. Text: The Lion of Frenchman Street

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She was laughing about that when he moved in close, caught her in his arms again. Naked against his hard, suit-clad body, she felt vulnerable, open, exposed. Yet, strength surged through her. She’d chosen her vulnerability, and that was a kind of power.

One hand tangled in her hair and pulled her head back. The other cupped her ass. His mouth didn’t ask questions as it claimed hers. It answered them.

Yes, he was in charge.

Yes, he’d take good care of her.

No, he wasn’t going to harm her. He might hurt her, but in ways she’d enjoy.

Yes, it might get scary, but the pleasure would be worth it.

No, he wasn’t going to let her off the hook unless she used her safeword. But he wouldn’t let her down, or let her go until they were ready for the night to end.

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Blurb: On Kelsey’s first night tending bar at a New Orleans jazz club, she catches the eye of handsome saxophonist—and Dominant—Peter Lyons. He sweeps her into his world of music and kinky sex, introducing her to fierce pleasures she’s always dreamed of. As they explore the crazy, romantic city she comes to love as much as he does, she’s falling hard for Peter, too. Even though he claims “true love” is for songs, not real life, it’s hard to resist his rope skills and his vintage movie star looks, his passion for life and the hints of pain in his blue eyes.

But Kelsey’s only tending bar as a stop-gap. When she’s offered a dream job out of town, Peter’s old scars break open and everything goes out of tune. Can music, passion, and the magic of New Orleans get them back in harmony?

Pre-order it on Amazon now!

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