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15 Jul 2016


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Bayou Shadows by Erzabet Bishop

Voodoo dreams and buried lies bring Delia to New Orleans. A sexy shifter with secrets of his own might just get her to stay…

Sultry by Amanda Byrnes

Ash is really fuckin’ tired of being a virgin. Rory’s suddenly got an urge to seduce him. But can their friendship survive?

Sinfully Hot by Tina Donahue

A hotter-than-sin reaper. A badass demon. Hell doesn’t get steamier than this.

Playing with Fire by Margaret Madigan
When Vlad Golakov is sent to New Orleans to find a missing woman, he plans to get the job done quickly, then enjoy the Big Easy. He doesn’t expect to fall in love with the woman-turned-werewolf or teach the pack’s alpha that when you play with fire, you’re bound to get burned.

Creole Corsair by Wren Michaels

Sabine Chauvet needs closure on her family’s past. But when she runs into Jasper Carrington, her old high school crush, the one thing in her past she wasn’t searching for finds her instead.

Phenomenal by LeTeisha Newton

We all lose, and it snatches our souls right out our chests. When I lost her, I wanted to destroy the world with the same bloody hands I used to pound my enemies. When I win her back, she won’t get away again. I’ll risk my life for it.

Change of Heart by Liv Rancourt

Preacher always said New Orleans was a den of sin, so of course Clarabelle had to see for herself…


An Evening at Crossroads by Kate Richards

They broke every taboo, an ancient vampire, an exotic shifter on the run sharing gay romance under the roof of the newest and most daring club in New Orleans


Lion of Frenchman Street by Teresa Noelle Roberts

When saxophonist Peter Lyons invites New Orleans newcomer Kelsey into his world of jazz and kinky sex, his dominance ignites her body and his music speaks to her soul. But Peter’s hiding old pain and when Kelsey’s offered a job out of town, everything goes out of tune.


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Tina Donahue Picture - Color.jpgTina is an Amazon and international bestselling novelist in erotic, paranormal, contemporary and historical romance for traditional publishers and indie. Booklist, Publisher’s Weekly,Romantic Times and numerous online sites have praised her work. Three of her erotic novels (Freeing the Beast, Come and Get Your Love, and Wicked Takeover) were Readers’ Choice Award winners. Another three (Adored, Lush Velvet Nights, and Deep, Dark, Delicious) were named finalists in the EPIC competition. Sensual Stranger, her erotic contemporary romance, was chosen Book of the Year at the French review site Blue Moon reviews. The Golden Nib Award at Miz Love Loves Books was created specifically for her erotic romance Lush Velvet Nights. Two of her titles (The Yearning and Deep, Dark, Delicious) received an Award of Merit in the RWA Holt Medallion competition. Take Me Away and Adored both won second place in the NEC RWA contest (different years). Tina is featured in the Novel & Short Story Writer’s Market. Before penning romances, she worked at a major Hollywood production company in Story Direction.

DSC_2232.jpgWren hails from the frozen tundra of Wisconsin where beer and cheese are their own food groups. But a cowboy swept her off her feet and carried her below the Mason-Dixon line to Texas, where she promptly lost all tolerance for cold and snow. Fueled by coffee, dreams, and men in kilts, Wren promises to bring you laughter, sexy fun time, and action that keeps you on the edge of your seat. The easiest way to her heart is anything to do with the Green Bay Packers, Doctor Who, or Joss Whedon.

Teresa Noelle Roberts 72 dpi for WEB-14.jpgTeresa Noelle Roberts started writing stories in kindergarten and she hasn’t stopped yet. A prolific author of short erotica, she’s also a published poet and fantasy writer—but BDSM-spiced contemporaries, hot paranormals, and sexy science fiction romances have become her favorite things to write.

She shares her Massachusetts home with her husband, a Leo in law enforcement, and three cats. She and her husband would visit New Orleans all the time if she could get the dang teleporter to work.


selfie with roses.jpgLiv: I write romance: m/f, m/m, and v/h, where the h is for human and the v is for vampire … or sometimes demon … I lean more towards funny than angst. When I’m not writing I take care of tiny premature babies or teenagers, depending on whether I’m at home or at work. My husband is a soul of patience, my dog’s cuteness is legendary, and we share the homestead with three ferrets. Who steal things. Because they’re brats.


Leteisha: So I think this is the part where I’m supposed to say something super cool, win you over, and make you my life-long superfan…OR wait, is that how I am about my anime collection?


Basically, I’m an author, blogger, geek, and villain lover (Joker IS MINE!). There shouldn’t be any surprise then that I tend to love my heroes a bit broken, all messed up, and in need of someone who understands them just the way they are.

Hell, my heroines are right there with them. You see, love is nice, it’s sweet. It can be all rainbows and glowing stars. And then it can be dark, twisted, hurtful, and feel so damn good you have to scream about it. So I write like that. From one side of the spectrum to the other, because that’s real. That’s life. And that’s what we crave–delving into a fantasy world or not.

Erzabetflowery.jpgErzabet Bishop is an award-winning and bestselling author who loves to write naughty stories. She is the author of Lipstick, Crave, Snow (Three Times More Lucky Box Set), Malediction (upcoming-A Wicked Halloween Box Set), Map of Bones (upcoming-A Wicked Affair Box Set), Sanguine Shadows (Vampire Bites Box Set), The Science of Lust, Wicked for You, Heart’s Protector, Burning for You, Red Hot (upcoming), Bayou Shadows (upcoming-Nola Naughty Nine) Hedging Her Bets (Alpha Fever Box Set), Cat’s Got Her Tongue (Alpha Heat Box Set), Arcane Imaginarium: Spirit Board, Holidays in Hell, Mallory’s Mark (upcoming),The Devil’s Due (upcoming), Charity Benshaw’s Enchanted Paddle Emporium (upcoming), Sigil Fire, Glitter Lust (upcoming), Written on Skin, Club Beam, Pomegranate, A Red Dress for Christmas, The Black Magic Café, Fantasies in Red, Sweet Seductions, Holiday Cruise, Fetish Fair, Temptation Resorts: Jess, Temptation Resorts: Marnie, Taming the Beast, The Erotic Pagans Series: Beltane Fires, Samhain Shadows and Yuletide Temptation along with being a contributor to many anthologies. She lives in Texas with her husband, furry children and can often be found lurking in local bookstores. She loves to bake, make naughty crochet projects and watch monster movies.

Headshot2When she’s not plotting ways to sneak her latest shoe purchase past her partner, Amanda writes sexy, snarky romance and urban fantasy. She likes her heroines smart and unafraid to make mistakes, and her heroes strong enough to take them on.

 If she’s not writing, she’s reading, drinking hot chocolate, and trying not to destroy her house with her newest DIY project. She lives in the beautiful Pacific Northwest, and no, it really doesn’t rain that much.
I write a variety of different kinds of romance for Entangled Publishing, Evernight Publishing, and M&M Publishing. I’m an Oregon Ducks fan. I’m a donut and pastry addict (pretty much any carbs, really). I like cats. I’m terrified of balloons. When I’m not writing you’ll find me in a college classroom teaching English, and of course, wrangling my family.

Kate at WWW 2016 (1)Kate Richards divides her time between Los Angeles and the High Sierras. She would gladly spend all her days in the mountains, but she’d miss the beach…and her very supportive husband’s commute would be three hundred miles. Wherever she is, she loves to explore all different kinds of relationships in her stories. She doesn’t believe one-size-fits-all, and whether her characters live BDSM, ménage, GLBT, spanking, or any other kind of lifestyle, it’s the love, the joy in one another, that counts.

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7 Jun 2016

Summer Solstice and RAIN AT MIDSUMMER

Posted by Teresa Noelle Roberts. No Comments

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(A great deal of this post is a reprise from 2014.)

Rain, or lack thereof, is always an issue for gardeners and farmers. People who don’t garden as seriously as I do revel in two summer weeks without a cloud in the sky, but I’m panicking and raising my water bill dramatically. Real farmers, people who rely on their crops for a living, experience this feeling a thousandfold.

Imagine what concern a dry spell must have caused in a time and place entirely dependent on foods grown on local small farms, a time and a place with no faucets and water supplies pumped in from miles away, just primitive irrigation and water-storage technology.

The Summer Solstice is approaching in the Northern Hemisphere. It’s one of my favorite holy days of the pagan year, and one of my favorite times of year in general: a celebration of light and abundance and sexuality and the fruits of the land. It’s the longest day of the year, marking the first official day of summer…and the fact that from now on, the days get shorter even as the heat gets stronger and lettuce and strawberries give way to tomatoes and peaches. The Summer Solstice is also our wedding anniversary. (About the only traditional thing about our wedding was that it took place in June, and that’s harking back to a seemingly ancient tradition of weddings at Midsummer as well as to contemporary paganism’s association of the day with the marriage of the Lord and Lady.) Conveniently, the actual moment of the Solstice this year is 12:24 AM on June 21, which gives us an excuse to stay up late celebrating and to celebrate over the course of two days. Actually 3 days because we only could get the reservation at our favorite restaurant on June 22–it’s that popular!

With the approaching Summer Solstice in mind, it seems natural to highlight one of my backlist titles, Rain at Midsummer (Seasons of Sorania Cycle 2). Like many of my books, this fantasy romance involves sex-magic, and love-magic, and healing. In this case, you can probably guess the function of the sex-magic…but maybe not the details of the story. I write a great deal about consensual slavery, BDSM-style. This book involves nonconsensual slavery. The heroine escapes a cruel master – and then needs to learn what to do with a freedom she never expected and what role she can play in a society very different from the one she grew up in. The hero is a free man trapped in a role he never chose.

Can they find true freedom together?

Of course there’s also and smoking-hot sex and some meddling deities. But at core, it’s about the nature of liberty.

An escaped slave daunted by freedom. A nobleman fighting his destined birthright. Their love defies logic, but when the spirits of the land speak, you’d better listen.

Nikos curses the day his brother died and left him as Lord of Thermanae. What’s an educated man to do in a place so backward his tenants expect the Lord and Lady of the estate to bring rain through sex-magic? Jaenna, a runaway Kulchu slave, curses the fate that forced her to flee a murderous master to the neighboring Soranian Empire. Freedom means frightening choices for a woman whose entire life has been spent serving men’s sexual whims, and she can’t communicate with the spirits of the land enough to work the healing magic that might earn her a respectable place here.

The forbidden desire that burns between Nikos and Jaenna could save them both, if they see beyond what they think they know. But it takes desperate need—and advice from a madwoman who may be crazy like a fox—for Nikos to see that magic isn’t merely a metaphor and Jaenna to learn that love is the most powerful magic of all.

Excerpt (a bit racy, yet showing the theme):

“Let me try.” Dela’s Kulchu was as good as his; given the long tug-of-war over the territory, most Thelanese were bilingual. But if there was a Kulchu woman in there, she was likely to respond to a male voice of authority. Nomad women were raised that way.
“Come out, woman,” he said. That should work even better if it was a man in there. He’d come out bristling, eager to prove his manliness.
And since Dela was a bit closer, she’d be the one to hand him his balls. Pure comedy.
“Ha Khairi,” a small, nervous female voice responded. Yes, Master.
The girl who crawled out from under the bush was covered with dust, her hair so matted and dusty he could hardly tell the color. Dark, he thought, but how dark he couldn’t say. She was wearing fragments of something scarlet that must have been skimpy even when it was intact—it might have passed for a shortish underq’misa in civilized parts. She looked like she’d been sleeping rough without any kind of preparation or training for it, and she was visibly shaking and darting terrified looks from him to Dela and back again as if they were monsters with three heads.
And despite all that, she was beautiful.
Big dark eyes. Tall, as Kulchu often were, almost as tall as Nikos himself, but delicately and elegantly built. Well-muscled legs, high, full breasts, round hips: the kind of beauty that could drive a man to despair or heaven. Cleaned up, she’d be lethal.
A few more wild looks and then she sank to the ground. For an instant he thought she was fainting, and reached out to catch her.
But in a controlled movement marred by only a little swaying, she knelt before him on the rocky ground, stretching out on the ground to almost touch his boot in gesture of submission so graceful it made him ache inside, ache with pity and something else he didn’t want to examine.
She was a slave.
A woman who for years—from birth, for all he knew—had been trained for nothing other than pleasing and pampering and taking care of a man, trained to follow orders and not think too hard.
The pleasing part was, well, dangerously pleasing. It was all too easy to imagine the tatterdemalion figure cleaned up, wearing a few choice jewels and nothing much else, applying that particular intensive education to him. He was only human, and the gods hadn’t made humans to be celibate for nearly as long as he had been.
The rest moved him to an uneasy mix of disgust and compassion. It made him sad enough that his mother was a ghost among the living since his father died, unable to rise above her sorrow, unable to see that there was a life for her without her husband in it. It had gotten worse since his brother and sister had died within the same year. And his mother was a physician, a woman who’d been respected in her own right, not only as the Lord’s wife. A slave, a woman raised to be completely dependent on male whims, seemed a thousand times sadder to him, a thousand times more backward than the Thelanese traditions he found depressing enough.
Sarakia [his maybe-fiancee] was nothing like that. She was a thoroughly modern, cosmopolitan woman. Had her own friends, had her work in her family’s spice-trading firm, would certainly be sad if something happened to whatever lucky man she ended up marrying, but would go on with her life. And certainly wouldn’t make a fool of herself kneeling to a man.
Which, Nikos’ cock took chose that instant to remind him, was a pity. You wouldn’t want a woman to spend her whole life on her knees, but sometimes a woman kneeling in front of you could be fun for all concerned.

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21 May 2016

My Sexy Saturday blog hop introduces My Sexy…Spaceship!

Posted by Teresa Noelle Roberts. 1 Comment

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In the My Sexy Saturday blog hop, authors post 7 paragraphs, 7 sentences or even 7 scintillating words on a particular theme. This week’s theme   is “My Sexy Spaceship.” How could I resist sharing a snippet from Thrill-Kinky, the first in my science fiction romance series “Chronicles of the Malcolm? I couldn’t, of course. I’m not very good at resisting temptation. Here’s a scene when our hero and heroine are stealing private time before going into a potentially deadly situation.

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Book Cover for Thrill-Kinky: embracing heterosexual cover with an overlay of starsDrax kissed his way down her body, reveling in the hard muscles under her soft skin. A lot of spacers got a bit flabby, since there was no need to move around much on a spaceship and there often wasn’t space for a gym onboard, but Rita seemed to take the conditions as a challenge and then met the challenge. He appreciated that more than he was taking the time to show, because the smell of her arousal was driving him crazy and he couldn’t bring himself to linger.

He ended up sprawling off the bunk and onto the floor. Not the world’s most comfortable position, but it didn’t matter because his head was between Rita’s strong thighs and she was pushing her hips up to bring her sex closer to his tongue. He tucked his hands under her ass, raised her to his mouth, and before long he was getting drunk on her heated musk, on her soft cries, on her spicy tang. “I was so anxious, thinking about tonight, but so hot thinking about climbing that building, and how much better it would be if you could meet me on the roof, and I’m going to…” She broke off in a moan, her hips rolling, pushing her sex against his questing lips and tongue. He moved one hand from under her buttocks, slipped a finger, then two fingers, inside her sex. Wind and stars, she was gripping, but at the same time, so slick and open. His cock ached, yearning to be where his fingers were. He flicked with his tongue as he fucked her with his hand. Suddenly she stiffened, convulsed around him, crying out something that started out as his name and wound up as a ragged wail.

Rita was still shaking when she tugged on him and said, simply, “Please. Now.”

He held himself over her for a second before he ended. Her green eyes were wide, the blackness of the pupils almost overtaking the color. She looked a little afraid, and very turned on despite the fear, and Drax said, “You are so beautiful,” because she was and she deserved to hear it. She’d always deserve to hear it, especially now, because thrill-kinky was one thing and deliberately heading into potentially life-ending danger to help his planet was another.

His heart was weighted with emotions he couldn’t name, and Rita’s eyes said hers was too, but all she said was “So are you.”

Then she wrapped one leg around his hips and pulled him down and the hot, wet nebula of her sex drew him in, and it became impossible to think about anything except the fusion of his cock and her pussy. He tried to take his time, but it felt too good and she had both legs around him now and obviously didn’t want him to take his time because she had a rhythm of her own going, a rhythm that was much closer to what his body craved than the slower pace he thought he should set for his partner’s sake. As he’d imagined, she moved under him, fucking him as much as he fucked her, using the impressive strength of her deceptively slight body. Before long, they’d found their pace, one that might leave him aching in funny places, assuming he lived long enough to find out.

And the hell with worrying one way or the other about that possibility. Time enough to think about that when he had detangled himself from Rita’s sweet, sexy body. Right now he was as alive as he could be and so was she, and right now was all anyone was promised, even nashbets who sat on their fat asses in offices and never risked their hearts, let alone their lives.

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Sexual freefall is like a game of chicken: except the first one to let go wins.

Chronicles of the Malcolm, Book 1

Humans may have expanded to the stars, but they still have the annoying need to work for a living. Which is why Rita, crew member of the space freighter Malcolm, is stuck collecting recyclable slag rather than attending her favorite festival celebrating love and sexuality.

Things go from boring to interesting when she discovers a badly injured man who’s been thrown into a recycling bin to die. The catch, he’s gorgeous, winged, and naked.

Drax Jalricki, reformed (mostly) art thief and reluctant covert operative, is on an undercover mission to protect three planets when someone in his own government brands him a traitor. By virtue of association, Rita and her crew are going down with him.

From their first, hide-in-plain-sight quickie, the erotic spark between Rita and Drax is fueled by danger and adrenaline. But their growing suspicion that there’s more to their connection than lust may not matter if they don’t live through the night.

Warning: Hero and heroine who straddle the line of criminal behavior—and definitely violate public indecency statutes. Exhibitionist, dangerous sex. Dark, sordid pasts. Wild risk-taking. Giggly cat-girl sidekick who’s not just another pretty…tail. And the greatest risk of all: true love.


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Hope you enjoyed! By the way, I’m working on revisions to Buck, Naked, book 3 of the Chronicles of the Malcolm  series. I don’t have a release date yet other than “late summer or early fall”, but I have a gorgeous cover that I’ll be showing you all soon.

19 May 2016

Partway through a year of joy and rebuilding

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Waves breaking over the rocks in Ogunquit, ME

I posted early in the year about feeling as though I was coming back to life, recovering myself again. I was perhaps premature in that assessment. I went through a lot of ups and down, bouts of writing fiercely and bouts of staring into space and wondering if it was even worth the effort. Yet I was writing, and even started a new project. I had a regular yoga practice again. I felt less than my best, but not my worst either. Drive came out on February 9 to good reviews and I started to believe again that maybe the struggle and financial challenges of writing were worthwhile.

On February 26, Samhain, the publisher of Drive and the wonderful folks I’ve been working with since 2009, announced it would no longer accept new titles and was gradually shutting down.

I’m sure even Samhain authors who’d been in perfectly good health before this news were thrown for a loop. Considering I was just getting out of a slump, the resulting panic and paralysis weren’t pretty.

In one way, this terrible news was good for me. It was the final push that got me to get medical help for the ongoing depression and anxiety. Nothing says, “OK, it’s time, damn it” like having an external reason to be depressed and anxious on top of being that way because of screwed-up brain chemistry.

And it was screwed-up brain chemistry, because a mild medication started helping almost immediately. Who knew? With a stroke of good fortune, I found a therapist–chosen more or less at random because her office was in walking distance–who specializes in holistic, mind/body techniques. She actually prescribed meditation and a regular yoga practice, as well as time outside. It’s like she knows me or something.

Me on Ogunquit Beach in Maine, April 2016

Me on Ogunquit Beach in Maine, April 2016

So what’s different? I’m now close to my old insane energy level. (The therapist has been trying to teach me to take it easy. I’ve had to explain that one of my goals is to be a workaholic and enjoy it again instead of working too hard on the wrong things, not getting anywhere because I can’t get out of my own way to actually create, and feeling miserable as a result.) I’m waking up in the morning full of ideas and going to bed full of a different, naughty sort of energy. I have so many books in my head that the only problem is deciding which ones to start after I finish Buck, Naked, the next Chronicles of the Malcolm book. (I’ll be indie pubbing it. I’m terrified and overwhelmed by all the new stuff I need to learn, but I’m able to see past the fear to possibilities.) And I’m finding fierce joy in all sorts of things. I think I went most of last year without feeling that kind of random joy, but now it seems to happen all the time. Flavors. Textures. Light. Scents. The play of words. For instance, in the middle of writing this post, I ran outside to photograph the sky at dusk (sadly it didn’t come out well) and stood there enthralled by the sky, the birdsong, the green scent of spring air. We vacationed in Maine in April–that’s where I took the pictures above. Not the best time to go to Maine, you’d think, but the wild waves sang to me, the woods were full of awakening life, the cold-water lobster was exquisite, and my husband and I found magic everywhere.

Including in each other. Let’s just say it was a nice hotel room, shall we?

I’m not the only member of the family who’s shed some issues. Tinkerbelle the cat has also taken enormous strides. When we adopted her, she was so timid and so bullied by our other cats, especially Xia, I thought several times of trying to rehome her, perhaps to some quiet older people with no other pets. Recently, though, she’s gone from being the basement cat to being a lap and desk cat who’ll sometimes instigate a ruckus with Xia instead of letting herself be pushed around. I’m so proud of my little black and white girl! Maybe she’s been sneaking some of my meds when I was busy writing.

Tinkerbelle, a black and white cat, on a desk

Here’s Tinkerbelle in her desk cat role. Holding down all that paper is an important job! She “edits” for me too.

4 May 2016

A character interview with one of the heroes of SABOTAGED DESIRES

Posted by Teresa Noelle Roberts. 1 Comment

Earlier in the week, science fiction romance author Rebecca Airies stopped by with excerpts from her new release Sabotaged Desires. Now she’s back with a special treat for us: a character interview with Robert, one of the heroes.

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I’d like to introduce you to Robert Smith one of Susanne Lore’s two husbands. Lucky girl, right?


Suz Lore thought she had everything she wanted, a job as an engineer and a position on a colony ship headed to another planet. That was before her arranged ménage marriage with Robert Smith and David Bradford turned into a disaster. She’d thought they were building more than a sizzling sexual relationship, but all they do is argue now. She isn’t surprised when they’re sequestered in a room in order to reignite the passion between them and learn to trust again.

Robert believes she betrayed him while David is stuck in the middle of their conflict. Getting Robert to talk about what made him angry is difficult, but they discover there’s far more behind their problems than a message with misleading information. A virus has overtaken the ship’s computers, put them on a different heading and cut them off from all communication. They must work together to find a way to survive and rebuild their relationship

Link: http://www.eredsage.com/store/SabotagedDesires.html

Character Interview

Robert: Yeah, Susanne might not be in agreement with you right at this moment about the lucky part.

Q: We’ll get to that in time Robert.  So tell me about yourself, your parents, your childhood.

Robert:  This is an interview not a life story. We don’t have time for that. I’m Robert Smith, Captain of the Heraste, a colony ship headed for Ahbell.  I’m an only child. My parents are normal people with good jobs in the private sector.

Q: Where do you live?

Robert: Currently, we’re on the Herasti, a space ship. I have private quarters that I share with David and Susanne when we’re on duty. On the rotations we’re not on duty, we’re in cryo-sleep so the space isn’t needed.

Q: How did you get together with Susanne and David?

Robert: It was an arranged marriage. We were matched from psychological tests. I’d never met either of them before the day we were married.

Q: Did you always want to be a Captain? Was that your dream job?

Robert shakes his head: No, I didn’t dream of becoming a Captain. When I joined the military, I joined for the opportunity of advancement both in the military and after. Testing determined what courses I took and the ranks I achieved. I had an aptitude for flying as well as drawing and sketching. I took design courses, but those courses took a back burner when I began serving on missions. I almost couldn’t believe it when I was chosen as one of the candidates for the colony mission to Ahbell.

Q: You said you designed. Will that be part of your responsibilities on the planet?

Robert: Yes, I’ll help design the houses, but I’ll also be building them. In the colony, we cannot have someone who is standing to the side simply watching. Everyone has to contribute.

Q: Were you attracted to Susanne when you first met her?

Robert: Yes, I was very attracted to her. I didn’t expect the heat that rose between us to come from someone I was assigned to marry.

Q: You mentioned that Susanne might not think that she’s lucky to be married to you. Can you explain?

Robert: We’ve been arguing, almost steadily for the last few days. I think she lied and cheated her way into this position. I’m so angry over the betrayal that we haven’t actually talked much.

Q: Do you think you’re being too hard on her? Especially given what happens a little later.

Robert: Given what happens later, yes, I probably should have listened before, but my history kept me from being logical about it. And no, I don’t want to explain it.

Q: What’s important to you?

This mission, the people I’m responsible for, David and Susanne.


Thank you for reading about Robert!

Thank you so much for allowing me to share a little about one of the characters in Sabotaged Desires! I enjoyed sharing a little about this rather grumpy captain with you.



A voracious reader since childhood, Rebecca Airies has always enjoyed getting lost in the fantastic worlds of science fiction, horror, fantasy and romance. When she began to write her own stories, they always had a romantic edge.

Rebecca currently lives in Texas and writes with the help of a couple feline critics. She’s a multi-published author whose muse loves fantasy, sci-fi and the paranormal, as well as strong heroines who are sometimes as stubborn as their heroes. She loves to here from her readers. Email her at contactme@rebeccaairies.net.

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2 May 2016

Rebecca Airies visits with her sexy science fiction romance, Sabotaged Desires

Posted by Teresa Noelle Roberts. 2 Comments

Some day soon I promise I’ll post something that isn’t a guest post from another author, but in the meantime, we have another visitor. Let’s welcome Rebecca Airies and her new book Sabotaged Desires, a sexy science fiction ménage romance.

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Hi, thank you so much for hosting me. I’m so excited to be here.

(And I’m excited to have you here. This book sounds so fun!)


Suz Lore thought she had everything she wanted, a job as an engineer and a position on a colony ship headed to another planet. That was before her arranged ménage marriage with Robert Smith and David Bradford turned into a disaster. She’d thought they were building more than a sizzling sexual relationship, but all they do is argue now. She isn’t surprised when they’re sequestered in a room in order to reignite the passion between them and learn to trust again.

Robert believes she betrayed him while David is stuck in the middle of their conflict. Getting Robert to talk about what made him angry is difficult, but they discover there’s far more behind their problems than a message with misleading information. A virus has overtaken the ship’s computers, put them on a different heading and cut them off from all communication. They must work together to find a way to survive and rebuild their relationship

Red Sage Buy Link: http://www.eredsage.com/store/SabotagedDesires.html

Note from the hostess: I’m including both a PG excerpt that gives some idea of the plot and a naughty one because it’s hot and we like naughty bits around here.

PG excerpt:

“Get your ass to the hatch and let us out now,” Robert yelled.

Ever the demanding Captain. Robert expected people to follow his orders immediately.  He’d behaved like an ass lately. That arrogance set her nerves on edge. His tendency to bark out commands even when on personal time made her want to rebel or strike out at him.

The argument hadn’t stayed within the confines of their quarters. Suz didn’t know how he was surprised that they’d been placed here. At the moment, his yelling was getting on her nerves.

“They won’t let us out. Not until they’re convinced our problems are solved.” She eased to the edge of the big bed. At least, she wasn’t nauseous from coming out of stasis or have a headache any longer.

David strode to the side of the bed, sat beside her and put an arm around her shoulders. “Are you all right?”

His dark blond hair stuck up in spikes, looking delightfully mussed. She only wished she’d been the one to run her fingers through it. Concern turned the corners of his full lips down. His muscled chest was bare offering yet another lure for exploration and he wore only loose, light blue pants which most men chose to wear into the stasis pods.

“The pain has faded. I sort of expected this after our last rotation, although waking up from stasis in this room scared me and for a little while, I didn’t realize what had happened.” She relaxed against the strength of his arm for a moment. Normally, they were left in the open cryopods until they were able to walk. She’d almost panicked when she woke here. Her heart had felt as if it were going to burst through her chest.

The feel of his muscled body against hers soothed a little of the tension and worry. Between David and her, they would find a way to get through to Robert. Even though they couldn’t get out, she didn’t fool herself that this would be easy.

“So did I. I think he’s the only one who thought things could go on as they were.” David smiled and used his free hand to brush the silver blond hair away from her face.

“They should stay out of our business.” Robert glared at her.

His dark brown eyes moved from her to David. He didn’t look mussed or even sleepy as David did, but then again, his close-cropped black hair always seemed to be in perfect order. The dark brown skin of his chest gleamed. Her eyes hungrily trailed over the expanse and down to the white shorts at his waist. Even though anger pulsed through her at his stubbornness, she hungered for his touch. Her body remembered the pleasure he’d given her.

“Our business is everyone’s concern. We’re on a colony ship. There are only married groups here. There aren’t extra women and men and our group will be the only people on the planet until more colonists are sent, which could be years. The crap you’ve been doing can’t continue.” David straightened a little and his eyes locked on Robert.


R Excerpt:

Susanne looked up at him and blinked. The light tone of voice and the glitter in his eyes caught her attention. It had been a while since they’d played. Before Robert had received the message in fact. She craved the feel of David’s arms around her again.

“With all the tension, it’s been too long since I’ve felt you holding me tight. I’m sorry you were stuck in the middle of this situation.” She combed her fingers through his blond hair.

“Suz, not your fault. If he’d simply sat down with you, showed you the message and asked a question in a civil manner, this wouldn’t have happened. You tried to explain. Now, stop thinking about that and help me give him something to watch.” He drew back. His hands gripped the bottom of his shirt. He gave her a wicked smile before he whipped the sleeveless garment over his head.

She took a deep breath, let herself relax and follow his lead. “Tell me one of your fantasies and let’s make it come as true as we can in this room.”

“This situation is already close to one of them.” He guided her around the bed. “I’ve got you and Robert and a possible audience.”

“Um, that sounds fun, but tell me more about it.” She stopped and turned at the edge of the bed. Her hands lifted and stroked over his shoulders.

“I plan to strip you naked and spread you out on this bed. There are cameras in this room. What do you think of someone watching as I tease this pretty pussy or suck at one of these gorgeous breasts.” His voice lowered a little below his normal tone, but sounded breathier.

As he eased closer, his lips brushed over her temple. His hand cupped her pussy through the thin lounge pants. Her tongue slicked over her lips. Slick juices eased from her pussy and dampened her pants. The dirty talk always made her so hot. He knew that. The man shamelessly took advantage of it.

“I say let them watch and if they’re smart, they’ll take notes.” She pulled her shirt over her head. The light blue fabric fluttered to the ground.

A smile curved his lips. He laughed and leaned in close. His tongue traced over her neck. She tilted her head, willing to let him play for a while before she called on him to follow through with his fantasy.

“Damn it! Intimate moment, give us some privacy. I don’t want anyone seeing either of you in a private moment.” Robert straightened and glanced up at the ceiling.

“Relax, Robert. You know as well as I do that at the first sign of any nudity between us, they’ll cut off the recording. We have to go over and contact them to get it started again. They don’t have any intention to intrude any more than you’d like them to watch.” David shook his head. “You do know how to kill a mood.”

“He hasn’t killed my mood. We still have an audience, even if it is only one person.” Suz cupped his cheek before she urged his head upward for a kiss.

He nibbled her lips. “Yes, and even if seeing us makes him burn, he has to sit there and watch. He doesn’t get to play until he comes up with the right questions.”

She let her hands drift over his shoulders and down his chest. The warmth of his skin drew her to explore even more. She leaned closer. Her cheek brushed against his chest as she nuzzled and teased. His scent filled her, the slightly woodsy trace exhilarating. She loved it and didn’t know if the fragrance came from some type of wash or light cologne, but he always smelled wonderful.

“Um, but you know he likes to watch. Do you remember the first time he watched? He sat naked in that chair, his hand slowly stroking his cock as you and I fucked on the bed.” She slowly drew her hands over his ribs down to his stomach. The muscles rippled and flexed as she continued her downward path.

She hooked her fingers beneath the waistband. Those pants had to come off. Although they were loose, they were in the way. She much preferred the tighter pants he wore normally. They molded to the tight ass she enjoyed watching, not to mention grabbing when they had sex.

“I remember, but I also remember how desperate he was afterward. I think it might give him a reason to adjust his thinking.” David’s hands cupped underneath the full curves of her breasts, lifting them.

“Um, then let’s give him something to watch.” She pushed the loose fitting bottoms down his thighs.



A voracious reader since childhood, Rebecca Airies has always enjoyed getting lost in the fantastic worlds of science fiction, horror, fantasy and romance. When she began to write her own stories, they always had a romantic edge.

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26 Apr 2016

A new twist on an ancient tradition: erotic poetry by Kayla Lords

Posted by Teresa Noelle Roberts. No Comments

Erato, Muse of Lyrical Poetry (1800). Charles Meynier (French, 1768-1832). Oil on canvas. The Cleveland Museum of Art. Note the "tasteful" 19th century adaptation of her title: lyric instead of erotic.

Erato, Muse of Lyrical Poetry (1800). Charles Meynier (French, 1768-1832). Oil on canvas. The Cleveland Museum of Art. Note the “tasteful” 19th century adaptation of her title: lyric instead of erotic.

Erotic poetry is hardly a new genre. Erato, one of the ancient Greeks’ nine Muses, was the goddess of erotic poetry. (She was also the goddess of erotic mime, which sounds a lot more interesting than the typical modern street performer’s version of mime.) I’ve written a bit of it myself over the years.

Kayla Lords, an erotica author, sex blogger, podcaster, real-life submissive (and all-around lovely person) has turned her talents to Erato’s inspiration and recently released a book of erotic poems — kinky erotic poems. Called Kinky Love Notes: Erotic Poetry for Dominants and Submissives, it sounds like the perfect anniversary gift for your special (kinky) someone. Hey, our anniversary’s coming up! Naked read-alouds, anyone? I think it sounds good.

Kinky Love Notes (1)

About Kinky Love Notes

Pictures are often painted with words. Lust, love, desire, and kink are no exception. Instead of lines and lines of prose to express need and want, Kayla Lords uses simple poetry. Within these pages, you’ll find haikus, couplets, and free verse with one thing in common: notes of the sensuous pleasure, kinky fun, and power exchange found between a Dominant and a submissive.

Excerpt 1 from Kinky Love Notes

The Things You Do To Me

Waiting patiently
For you. Hot and wet, dripping.

You make me feel things
In every nerve ending.
Don’t stop. Give me more.

You belong to me.
The taste of you imprinted
On my tongue always.

Excerpt from Kinky Love Notes – the NSFW Option

Please, Sir?

Collar me,
Cuff me,
Restrain me,
Blindfold me,
Want me.
Please, Sir?

Spank me,
Paddle me,
Flog me,
Bruise me,
Mark me.
Please, Sir?

Bite me,
Finger me,
Fuck me,
Take me,
Use me.
Please, Sir?

Stroke me,
Hold me,
Kiss me,
Soothe me,
Love me.
Please, Sir?

Kinky Love Notes: Erotic Poetry for Dominants and Submissives

Written and Published by Kayla Lords

Release Date: April 14, 2016

Ebook price: $2.99

Paperback price: $6.99 (coming soon!)

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Kayla Lords is a kinky submissive, an erotic author, a sex blogger, and a podcaster. She writes about BDSM and kink from a loving and realistic view. This is her first book of poetry, erotic or otherwise. She also is a regular contributor to Kinkly, Fetish.com, Fuck.com, and Submissive Guide.

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21 Mar 2016

C.P. Mandara Unleashes a Sexy, Controlling Vampire in GOOD AS DEAD

Posted by Teresa Noelle Roberts. 1 Comment

Athlete man with a lot of internal force

Good As Dead


Six people want her dead.

Lainey Hargreaves has a secret that she must keep at all costs. It’s a secret that could change the face of the earth, forever. But not all secrets can be kept, and when hers begins to escape, she is certain that death will follow.

There is only one person that can extricate her from the mess she finds herself in. A vampire.

Mercer is that vampire. His quick, analytical brain will give them a head start against her assassins, but even he isn’t confident of success. He needs to discover what Lainey is hiding, unravel her secrets, and earn her trust. She will need to learn to obey his every order without question if they are to stand a chance of success.

And the best place to start? In the bedroom, of course. All women find him irresistible. All women except Lainey, that is, and she’s going to fight tooth and nail to deny the bright red spark that blooms between them.

She’s going to lose.



“You will do as you’re told.”

He yanked on the curl he had captured and she had no choice but to stare at his mesmerising gold eyes. Swallowing at the invisible lump in her throat, she tried to force her head away from his dangerous gaze but could not break his hold over her. She wanted to roar in exasperation, for this mess could rival the Minos Labyrinth. She felt helpless and frustrated. They were two emotions she had very little experience with and she preferred it that way.

“Or what?” Lainey tried to bite back the retort but it was too late, the damage was done. When the vamp looked down at her, his eyes were rapidly darkening and his face was contorting with anger. She swallowed hard knowing she’d pushed him too far. Instinctively trying to back up, the wall was unforgiving and she smacked her head against it. His head was coming towards hers yet there was not a thing she could do about it. Wanting to scream, all that came out of her mouth was a pathetic little squeak.

He didn’t stop until his forehead rested against hers, his breath blowing heated little flutters against her lip. Her pulse immediately rocketed into orbit and her senses fled. She was only aware of his tempting soft lips, and a great urge to kiss them. For a second, she had a strangled moment of indecision, unsure whether she was willing her body to remain still or urging it to close those last few millimetres separating her mouth from his. Still stranded in torment, he smiled at her as if he knew the inner struggle she was having, and finally made the decision for her.

Pulling back abruptly, he put some distance between them by slamming both of his outstretched arms on either side of her head. It made her jump. Eyes which had licks of red and orange flames resting in their depths connected once again with hers, and although he was a little further away this time, it didn’t make him seem any less intimidating.

“A nice punishing kiss would probably keep you in line for a couple of days, I think. Should I bruise those soft sweet lips of yours and train them to worship mine? I have a feeling though that once I get a taste for you there’ll be no going back. Then again, seeing a lovesick doe-eyed look in those eyes wouldn’t be so bad. What do you say?” He unleashed the full power of his smile upon her and whilst there was no warmth behind it, Lainey got the message.

“No,” she whispered, immediately understanding what he had threatened. “I’ll do whatever you say, no questions asked.” She could not be bitten under any circumstances.

He huffed out a breath, and slowly removed his hands from the wall. Lainey sighed with relief as she had a little breathing space back but something akin to disappointment washed through her veins, and it horrified her. She could not feel this way, especially anywhere near a vampire.

“Well, I guess that spoiled all my fun for the evening,” he said regretfully. “But it should make the next couple of days rather interesting because at the first sign of disobedience, I’m claiming my kiss, Miss Hargreaves. Are we clear?” He raised an eyebrow and gave her a lopsided grin.

Lainey shuddered. “Crystal.”


“Who are you?” There was a hint of fear in her voice.

“My name is Mercer.”

“Mercer who?” Lainey pushed her hands against his chest and he backed up a little bit, allowing her a chance to examine him.

“That’s all you need to know.”


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9 Mar 2016

Interview with Dare from Made For Her by Jessica E. Subject

Posted by Teresa Noelle Roberts. 1 Comment

Please welcome Jessica E. Subject to the blog. She’s here to tell her about her “new and improved” re-release of Made For Her and interview the hero.


After terrorists murder the love of her life, Colonel Mikayla Jones trains squadron after squadron of the clones he brought to life, to take to the skies. When she discovers a young clone of her husband in her newest class, her world spins out of control. How can she command the look-a-like when she can’t help but yearn for him to fill an ache in her heart?

Dare was created to be the best. As the first Daniel clone to leave Onatria labs, he needs to prove he is more than just a DNA copy. To do that, he must rely on the wife of the man who donated his genes. But when she refuses to train him, Dare faces discharge and returning to the labs. Can he convince Colonel Jones to finish his training and find a way into her bed? Or will long kept secrets unhinge the entire clone project?

Please note: Made For Her was previously published with another publisher. It has been revised and expanded from the original version. This version also includes the short story “Replicated Consequences”, which takes place in the same world.


Here is an interview with D32, or Dare, the hero from Made For Her. This takes place right after the woman supposed to train him refuses because he is made from the DNA of her late husband.

Jessica: Hello, Dare. Thank you for speaking with us today.

Dare: Thank you for having me. It’s nice to know that someone wants to hear my grievances.

Jessica: Now, from what I understand, you were supposed to be trained by Colonel Jones, but she refuses. Do you know why?

Dare: No. Though I wish I did. I think it’s because I look like Daniel. All I know is that she up and left the first time she saw me. And now that she’s back from Onatria labs were I was created, she refuses to train me. She has a new squadron of clones.

Jessica: How do you feel about this?

Dare: I’m pissed. I was supposed to be trained by the best flight instructor, and she’s it. Now, the squadron has a dickhead instructor, who feels the need to constantly remind us that we came from a petri dish.

Jessica: What are you going to do?

Dare: I don’t know. Keep trying to convince Madison and her that I need her to train me? I tried to talk to her when she returned from Onatria, but she wouldn’t listen. And she cried. Can you believe it? A commanding officer actually cried? After basic training, I didn’t think they could.

Jessica: How did that make you feel?

Dare: I wanted to hold her. Comfort her. Shit, I wanted to love her.

Jessica: And yet, you had to step away.

Dare: Yes. Clones are not allowed to have romantic relationships with anyone. I’m sure they’d prevent us from having sex, if they could. Plus, she’s a senior officer. She’d likely lose her job in the military.

Jessica: One more question. Do you have feelings for her?

Dare: Yes, how could I not? She’s a very attractive woman. Plus, I think the need to protect and love her is ingrained in my DNA. I can’t stop thinking about her.

Jessica: Sounds like a problem. I hope one day you two are able to work together. Thank you for joining us!

Cover of MADE FOR HER with teaser quote

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Date Published: February 29, 2016

eBook ISBN: 978-0-9948431-6-6

Genre(s): Science Fiction Romance, Erotic Romance, Clone Romance, Futuristic Romance, Military Romance

Heat Rating: 4 flames – frequent love scenes  that are explicit and described using graphic and direct language

Word Count: 22,061 words (Made For Her only)


“…a brilliant plot twist that was a tear-jerker, and had me physically reeling – I really hadn’t expected it.” – Critique de Book

“The entire thing was cohesive; the characters, dialogue, and setting were natural and well paced. Very glad I went with my initial instinct I read it…Highly Recommended!” – Books, Books & More Books

“I loved this twist on the Sci-Fi clone story… This was like a Top Gun story set in the future where cloning is real and space exploration is growing and alien contact is a reality for which the government has been preparing for years.” – Tracy Riva Books & Reviews


Jessica E. Subject is the author of science fiction romance, mostly alien romances, ranging from sweet to super hot. Sometimes she dabbles in paranormal and contemporary as well, bringing to life a wide variety of characters. In her stories, you could not only meet a sexy alien or two, but also clones and androids. You may be transported to a dystopian world where rebels are fighting to live and love, or to another planet for a romantic rendezvous.

When Jessica isn’t reading, writing, or doing dreaded housework, she likes to get out and walk with her giant, hairy dog her family adopted from the local animal shelter.

Jessica lives in Ontario, Canada with her husband and two energetic children. And she loves to hear from her readers. You can find her at jessicasubject.com and on twitter @jsubject.

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27 Feb 2016

#mysexysaturday A Sexy Paranormal Love featuring Lions’ Pride

Posted by Teresa Noelle Roberts. No Comments

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Once again, I’m participating in My Sexy Saturday. To quote the My Sexy Saturday site, “This week’s theme is A Sexy Paranormal Love and this is all about those pesky shapeshifters, vampires, demon hunters, angels or any other paranormal event or creature that graces the pages of our romances. Show us your most romantic or frustration relationships all with a flair for the paranormal.”

My most recent release is a kinky contemporary, but I’ve written a paranormal series, Duals and Donovans: The Different. This series arc is complete, but I plan to write a second series that involves the Donovan witches and their interactions with a powerful wolf dual (shapeshifter) pack. Mostly I’m liking that idea because the Donovans produce very alpha old ladies, as Irish American clans tend to do, and I foresee lots of fun spats between them and the older alpha male wolves while the younger people  enjoy romantic and erotic sparks. (Maybe the mature characters can go from spats to sparks too. Older heroes and heroines deserve fun too.)

Lions' Pride CORRECT

Without further ado, here’s a fun snippet from the first Duals and Donovans, Lions’ Pride, for My Sexy Saturday. For context, witch Elissa’s lion dual husband Jude has been kidnapped. To help rescue him, she calls upon Rafe, a cougar dual cop who’s been towing the party line and suppressing his paranormal side with drugs. (To be clear, that’s cougar as in mountain lion, for those who just read Drive, which features the other kind of cougar!) But when she starts using her magic around him, things get interesting–as in sexy.

“Do you feel that?” Rafe’s whisper was awestruck, almost frightened. “Where you’re touching me, I’m waking up. Like you’re siphoning off the Drozz and bringing me back to life. Something’s dancing inside me, Elissa, and you’re doing it.”

Dancing? Without magic, he shouldn’t feel the dancing.

“Impossible,” she said, although her palms were heated and tingling as though she was working magic on him. As though she was negating the drug.

That was all she said, because he kissed her.

Her mind screamed that this was the wrong man, that the right man was out there in danger and she was kissing someone else, someone she wasn’t even sure she could trust.

Her body didn’t care.

His lips caressed hers gently until her mouth opened against her conscious will. Then he groaned into her and pulled her closer and began to ravage her as if she were prey for his long-neglected cougarside.

* * *

More on Lions’ Pride:

Elissa Donovan is a real green witch—when she and her lion-shapeshifter husband have sex, the blazing heat is recycled to warm their house. Now her beloved Jude has been kidnapped by a shadowy government agency, and the last place she can turn for help is her high-powered family, who considers her magic mediocre.

When Rafe Benedict gets Elissa’s call for muscle to back up her magic, he risks his law enforcement career to answer. He’s spent a lifetime hiding his Dual ability, but something about Elissa and Jude’s magic awakens the cougar within him.

Tempting, bronzed Rafe is the perfect fuse for Elissa’s sex-fueled magic. Danger lies in breaking her vows; joining with anyone other than her true mate could not only send her marriage up in flames, it could burn out her powers in a last, all-or-nothing explosion. But Jude is worth the risk. And for Rafe, potential heartbreak is nothing next to the chance to help the two people he’s coming to love.

First, though, Rafe needs a crash course in Cougar

Product Warnings: This title contains evil fae, guys with guns, shadowy government conspiracies, a snarky ghost, and smoking-hot, three-way sex.

Buy Links: Amazon / Samhain /B&N / Kobo


27 Feb 2016

The Final Stop for the Best Lesbian Erotica Blog Tour and Giveaway

Posted by Teresa Noelle Roberts. 2 Comments


My story in Best Lesbian Erotica 20th Anniversary Edition, “Tomato Bondage,” started out as a long-running joke between myself and my husband. We’re avid vegetable gardeners–well, I’m avid and he’s helpful because he enjoys eating the results–and we grow a lot of tomatoes, mostly the tall, sprawling heirloom varieties that won’t be kept in check in a mere tomato cage. No, these monsters require tall stakes, a trellising system and a lot of ties. The process of tying up the tomatoes, which has to be repeated over the summer as the plants grow, has inevitably become known as tomato bondage. We live in a suburban town with neighbors on all sides, and there’s a wetland across the street so the mosquitoes are fierce, so we don’t actually get our kink on in the vegetable garden…but we certainly joke about it..


Because we’re…well, you get the idea!

When I began to ponder ideas for Best Lesbian Erotica, I knew I wanted to write something kinky, because I enjoy writing BDSM-infused smut. I wanted something about an established couple. As a middle-aged married person, I like showing that long-term partners can still have blazingly hot sex. Besides, while new lovers getting kinky can provide great story scenarios, I feel obligated to include negotiations and talk of safewords and limits–and within the length confines of BLE, I’d prefer to use those words for characterization and/or erotic goodness.

Then,pursuing my interest in gardening and sustainable agriculture, not my interest in things erotic, I read several articles about women farmers. One focused on how, in developing countries, they’re often ignored by Westerners who want to help increase agricultural productivity and thus food supplies, but don’t understand the “farmers’ wives” do most of the hands-on farming in many cultures. Another talked about how many of the small new farms springing up in the US are partly or solely women-run.
Hmm, a lesbian couple who were farmers had story possibilities.

All the elements started playing together in my brain. Then something made me think about our joke about tomato bondage…and a story was born.

Photo by domeckopol, from Pixabay.com.  Creative Commons CC0 license

Photo by domeckopol, from Pixabay.com. Creative Commons CC0 license


“Well, that’s it!” Julia exclaimed proudly. “Two hundred tomato plants in bondage.”

“More than that. I counted 208. And we’ll have to do it again as they grow.”

“But at least we can do that round a little at a time.”

I took off my hideous, but useful gardening hat and let the breeze ruffle my short, sweat-damp hair. “Damn heirloom tomatoes anyway.”

I smiled as I said it. Julia and I both loved the flavor of heirloom tomatoes, and so did our customers at the farmers’ market and the local restaurants who bought from us. But these delicious older varieties grew on huge plants that needed to be supported by stakes or trellises, too big to fit into those wire tomato cages found at any hardware store during planting season. We’d rigged up a trellis system out of the scraps and oddments that farmers tended to save—some had come with the place, stashed away by the old couple who’d run dairy cows here until the market gave out. We’d planted the tomatoes on Memorial Day weekend. Today, they were finally big enough to tie to the trellis, using a combination of string and strips of worn cotton sheets. The farm had come with a supply of those too, forgotten in a linen closet.

The sun had moved closer to the western horizon but still beat down hot on this late June afternoon. Both my arms and Julia’s sported a yellow-green coat of what I thought of tomato dust—I’d never learned the technical term for the powdery substance that stained you after wrestling with tomato plants. Julia’s forehead was streaked with chartreuse and dirt-brown where she’d brushed away sweat.

She looked amazing. Dirty, but amazing. Defined muscles, built by our shared hard work, in her arms—and, as I knew, her back, abs and thighs as well. The sun caught the reddish lights in her long, dark brown hair. The colors on her skin looked like part of some primal ritual and she could have been the high priestess. No, the goddess.

If I’d look half as good as Julia did covered with tomato dust and glazed with sweat, I’d start painting myself with yellow and brown streaks and spraying myself with salt water before we went out for a night of dancing. Not that we hit the bars of Northampton much between May and September. Occupational hazard of being farmers: our growing-season social life was pretty much nonexistent.

On the other hand, there was lot to be said for the summer months being the Julia and Maggie show. Privacy, work we loved, collaborating with no one but the weather and each other to make our schedules, and did I mention privacy on our isolated homestead?

Privacy, for instance, to slip behind Julia and wrap one of the sheet strips around her wrist. She gasped in surprise, but didn’t resist. Not Julia. Instead, she moved her other hand so I could bind her wrists together.

BLE blog tour Feb 10 - 27


Admit it, you’ve kept reading because you saw “Giveaway” in the headline and wanted to know what’s up. I’m the last stop on the blog tour, but you’ll want to go back and check everyone else. Comment on any of these posts for a chance to win a free copy of Best Lesbian Erotica 20th Anniversary Edition. (That should give you some extra incentive to backtrack through the whole tour–the more you comment, the better your chances of winning!) The drawing will be held by February 28th  (read and comment fast, in other words *cracks whip, rather unconvincingly since I’m a sub*) and the winner announced by March 5th.


Feb 10: Sacchi Green-Introduction http://sacchi-green.blogspot.com

Feb. 11: Rose de Fer-“Dust” http://poisonthorns.blogspot.co.uk/

Feb. 12: Louise Blaydon-“Ascension”  https://louiseblaydon.wordpress.com/

Feb 13:  Megan McFerren-“The Royalty Underground” http://sacchi-green.blogspot.com

Feb. 14: Harper Bliss-“Reunion Tour”  http://wp.me/p2tvlj-Yn

Feb 15: D.L. King-“Hot Blood” dlkingerotica.blogspot.com

Feb 16: Jean Roberta-“Tears from Heaven” http://jean_roberta.livejournal.com

Feb 17: Sinclair Sexsmith-“Luscious and Wild” http://www.sugarbutch.net

Feb 18: R.G. Emanuelle-“Smorgasbord”http://sacchi-green.blogspot.com

Feb 19: Rose P. Lethe-“A Professional” https://roseplethe.wordpress.com/2016/01/31/excerpt-the-professional/

Feb 20: Anna Watson-“Easy”http://thetotalfemme.com

Feb 21: Valerie Alexander-“Grind House” http://www.valeriealexander.org

Feb 22: Annabeth Leong-“Give and Take” annabethleong.blogspot.com

Feb 23: Frankie Grayson-“Mirror Mirror” http://sacchi-green.blogspot.com

Feb 24:  Cheyenne Blue-“The Road to Hell” www.cheyenneblue.com

Feb 25: Emily L. Byrne-“The Further Adventures of Miss Scarlet” http://writeremilylbyrne.blogspot.com

Feb 26: Sossity Chiricuzio-“Make them Shine” http://sossitywrites.tumblr.com/

Feb 27: Teresa Noelle Roberts-“Tomato Bondage” http://www.teresanoelleroberts.com/?p=2185

 Buy links: Cleis / Amazon US /Amazon UK / iTunes / Barnes & Noble / Google Play / Kobo

16 Feb 2016

Roxy Mews visits with an intriguing excerpt from INTERLOCKING HEARTS

Posted by Teresa Noelle Roberts. 2 Comments

Science fiction romance? Check! Robo-sex? Check! Menage? Check! Roxy Mews is here to tantalize you with a taste of her newest release, Interlocking Hearts. I think you’ll be as intrigued as I am.


Interlocking Hearts (The DMA Files #2)


A human, an almost-human, and a more-than-human walk into a palace…

After her husband threw her out, Paisley Compton drew her sexuality around her like a shield. She finds solid ground as a palace maid until, during a formal dinner service, she trips onto the lap of a man who takes her breath away.

Ben has always known Jon is far more than property, and he jumps at the chance to get the android his certificate of humanity. Paisley—whose abilities far exceed her job title—is a welcome distraction from the bureaucracy.

Used and abused by his former owners, Jon trusts no one—particularly the smartass woman who’s caught Ben’s eye. He might not be certified human yet, but he has all the right parts to get to the bottom of this sexy mystery wrapped in a maid’s uniform.

Their attraction sparks unexpected new conduits among them, but when they realize Jon’s certificate comes with a terrible price, they must risk everything to foil an Anti-Mech plot—and hope they survive to lose themselves in each other’s arms.

Product Warnings:

Overheating is likely. The mechanics in these pages require ample lubrication to perform at optimum levels. When possible, multiple system operators are recommended.


“Little early to be drinking, isn’t it, Paisley?”

As if her day couldn’t get any better, Robohippie hopped up on to the stool next to her. It took a good thirty seconds of scream cussing inside her head before she responded.

“It’s only too early if I’m drinking alone.” She put another twenty on the bar. “Give us two of something this will cover and still gives you a good tip, ’kay?”

The bartender put down the pen and notepad he’d picked up and nodded.

Two mixed drinks were put in front of her and Robohippie. She was pretty sure she’d gotten more than a cheap drink out of sharing stories with the bartender.

He cleared her empty glass and leaned over to smile his million-dollar grin at hippie boy.

“What’s your name?”

“I don’t wish to be a part of whatever you were writing down on that paper.” He sipped the drink. “And I’m not a…what was it you wrote? A lumberjack porno waiting to happen?”

The guy looked over at his notepad halfway across the room. “How did you see that?”

Robohippie pointed to the rounded mirror that the bartender used to keep an eye on the front while getting product from around the corner.

Paisley didn’t get a chance to see the bartender run and hide his notebook from the super-sighted humanoid. She was trying to evaluate the beard and the suspenders. “The lumberjack I can almost see… It’s the porno I’m having trouble with.”

“If you’re asking for a demonstration, I don’t do that anymore.”

Paisley caught his jaw flex and the creak that told her he was grinding his teeth.

“I wasn’t implying you were a prostitute, man. Relax. Drink your free drink.” She thought for a second and grabbed his glass. “You know what…never mind. You’re being a dick. I’ll drink it.”

He held his hand over hers, and Paisley felt the same electricity she’d felt when she’d grabbed his suspenders. “You’ve had enough, and I deserve to get a little lost today too. Back off, chick.”

At least she knew he could get a buzz with her. Coral could swallow alcohol if she had to, but it was a waste of perfectly good booze because Coral couldn’t get drunk.

“You don’t get to call me chick unless you share your pecker.” Paisley laughed, because she was pretty buzzed, and she thought that pun was hilarious.

Instead of laughing or being offended, he just stared.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“I’m evaluating the situation.”

She huffed and he did some strange inhalation making his jaw click.

“That doesn’t answer my question.” She drank more.

“I’m trying to decide whether or not to discuss personal data with you.” He knocked back the glass, and swallowed his drink in one gulp, ice and all.

“You wouldn’t even tell me your name.” She sipped hers. It was only noon. “I doubt we are on a personal info level.”

“You were naked and climbing on top of me last night.”

Paisley looked and sure enough, the bartender was visible in that big curved mirror, listening to everything they said.

“This is going to end up as a sex scene in the bartender’s book,” Paisley said.

“Did you wish it to remain fiction?”

“Robohippie, you are making my head spin.” Paisley thought about the words she just said out loud. “Not that making my head spin is all that difficult right now, but still.”

“Please, you’re only at point oh five. I tested your breath. You’re not drunk. And did you just call me Robohippie?” he asked.

 He tested her what?

Paisley tried to scoot away. “I didn’t mean to say that part out loud. That’s what I call you in my head. But since you won’t tell me your real name, it’s mostly your fault.”

His lips stretched in a smile and Paisley found she couldn’t stop staring at them for some reason.

“What did you call Ben?”

“Who’s Ben?”

“He’s my roommate, remember? The guy that helped you climb off me when you were naked and oiled up.”

“You keep bringing up the naked part.”

“It was the highlight of my day.”


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Roxy Mews Professional PicBio: Roxy wrote her first story at age six on an electric typewriter. It was about a cat and a haunted house. Thankfully, her stories and technology have matured since then. Now Roxy spends her days fighting the evil day job in hopes of conquering the stories that run rampant in her head when she comes home at night. When she discovered Erotic Romance, Roxy fell in love. She can’t wait to share all her fun and sexy stories with everyone. To connect with Roxy Mews find her babbling on Twitter, friend her on Facebook, visit her Blog, or find all these links on RoxyRocksMe.com

While you’re checking out Roxy, I’m visiting her today! http://roxyrocksme.blogspot.com/2016/02/guest-post-teresa-noelle-roberts-brings.html




14 Feb 2016

#scintillatingsunday Another yummy taste of DRIVE

Posted by Teresa Noelle Roberts. No Comments

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Welcome to the weekly Scintillating Sunday Showcase, The Mile High Muses’ permanent blog hop where eight paragraphs, sentences, or words from your romance or erotica novel will elevate reader’s sensual expectations and take romance to soaring heights. This week, of course, I’m offering a taste of my new release, Drive. Make sure to check out all the other participants’ links at the bottom of the page!


At first it was awkward. It had been so long since she’d kissed anyone other than Frank, who had his own style. Not a bad style, sweet and comfortable like the old married folks they were—except that pleasant but tame kisses started when they were way too young to settle for that. At least his kisses still felt affectionate, in his detached, distant way, even after he started with the late nights, the unexplained absences, and the second, password-protected phone she was pretty sure she wasn’t supposed to have found.

But she had to reach back into the mists of the early 1990s to remember this kind of kiss, the kind full of passion and possibility and curiosity. The kind that asked all kinds of questions, starting with “Do you think I’m hot?” heading to “Do you want to…?” and then taking a left turn to questions about love, sex and the meaning of life that were impossible to put into words.

She didn’t have answers to those questions. Didn’t even know, anymore, how to ask herself anything that deep and searching.

And maybe it didn’t make sense that she thought she might find the right questions, if not the answers, in the arms of this sexy, much younger cop.

But 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.

She hadn’t thought about it when Frank was still alive, but she’d always been in his shadow, the brilliant man’s pretty wife who stayed in the background. Or was kept there. He was never mean about it, but his work was his life, and his cars were his escape from work, and she didn’t have a role, other than “supportive cheerleader,” in either area. She’d given him the occasional verbal slap down when his confidence veered into arrogance or when he walked over her without even noticing he was doing it, but she let him do his thing because both Mayhew Robotics and the cars mattered so much to him.  Now it was time for her.

Car photo (c) Bodnarchuk/BigStock.com

Car photo (c) Bodnarchuk/BigStock.com

He’s a kinky dream come true—and her only protection from danger.

Eight months after her (cheating, almost-ex) husband’s death, Suzanne Mayhew has a plan to move on with her life. First step: sell off Frank’s classic cars, starting with the red vintage Mustang convertible he never let her drive. Second step: get her unexplored kink on with a delicious younger man.

Preferably the one an old friend sends around, ostensibly to check out the Mustang. Neil Callahan—Boston cop, Dom, fifteen years her junior.

Neil feels the mutual sizzle, but if the blush staining her cheeks is any indication, her flirting skills are a little rusty. Though his instinct tells him to take things slow with the recent widow, he can’t resist inviting her along for a test drive—for the whole weekend.

Throwing caution to the wind, Suzanne takes him up on it. But they’re barely out of the driveway when Neil’s cop instincts kick in. They’ve got a tail…and it looks dangerously like her ex’s secrets looming large—and deadly—in their rear-view mirror.

Warning: Spies, lies and vile bad guys. A meddling BFF. Inappropriate use of kitchen tools. Completely appropriate use of rope and floggers. Your mileage may vary, depending on battery life.

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12 Feb 2016

Valentine’s Rewind: A Witches’ Waves Wedding

Posted by Teresa Noelle Roberts. 16 Comments


I have a new release this week, but for the Valentine’s Rewind Blog Hop, I’m firing up the wayback machine to bring you an expanded and revised deleted epilogue from one of my favorite books, Witches’ Waves.  The only thing more romantic than Valentine’s Day is a wedding, after all!  I loved the wedding scene and I’m excited to share it with you all at last, along with some sexy shenanigans that are brand-new for the Valentine’s Rewind.

For those who haven’t read Witches’ Waves yet, a few important notes on the characters:

Meaghan, a water witch and seer, is blind due to a rare neurological disorder. (I based her condition on a real-life friend who doesn’t let it stop him from climbing mountains, running marathons and being the driving force behind a nonprofit. If he can do all that with no magic other than will, intelligence and a great guide dog, a blind witch can certainly help save the world.)

Deck, aka Declan, is a water witch from the powerful Donovan clan. His magic is a bit more complex than that just being a water witch, but you’ll have to read the book for all those details.

Kyle is an otter dual, a shapeshifter. Duals have been persecuted by the government for several decades but thanks to events in this book, that’s starting to change.

Witches' Waves book cover

Before the wedding, they took a quick trip to Hawaii so Deck and Kyle could catch some famous big waves. The guys had told her about the big-wave surfing, how risky it was and how wondrous, and with her awareness of the ocean, she understood both aspects. Able to feel the enormous, angry force of the waves, Meaghan was terrified the whole time she’d waited on the beach, for them and even more for the other surfers, the ones who lacked Deck’s magic or Kyle’s otter form. She extended her awareness to the point of exhaustion, watching for trouble, poised to intervene if someone needed help. But whether by luck or by the grace of her magic and Deck’s, no one got into serious difficulty on this day–just enough fear, she realized, to make it fun for surfers. Deck and Kyle came in safe, if battered, high on endorphins, Deck’s red magic flaring off him so she could sense it before they even touched.

She ran to embrace them, following the pull of magic and running into only a few anxious and excited partners of other surfers. Two pairs of strong arms closed around her. Salt water and red magic and Kyle’s amber energy and dual heat embraced her. Her own red magic and water magic rose to meet them. As first Deck, then Kyle, kissed her with salt-flavored lips, the crowd of surfers and spectators faded from her awareness. She couldn’t see them anyway, and as Deck and Kyle flooded her other senses, all she could think about was drawing the two men down onto the sand…

She reached out for the drawstring of Deck’s board shorts. “Easy there,” he whispered in her ear, laughing. “This isn’t Donovan’s Cove. Normies all around us, and they don’t cope so well with the whole public sex thing.”

“Oh. Right.” Between being raised as an experimental subject and spending her entire life as a free person in the company of witches and duals, she could easily forget the rules of ordinary society when she was distracted. And Deck and Kyle drenched in salt water and buzzing with endorphins and desire certainly counted as distracting. She slid her hand from the compromising position to Deck’s hip, a sexy spot that, she figured, wasn’t too shocking for normies.

Kyle kissed whispered in her other ear, “Besides, sand gets into the damnedest places. I have a better idea. It’s a full moon tonight and I know the perfect beach.

* * *

Late at night, they made their way to a secluded cove, a long ride from their hotel in a rented Jeep. Kyle had explained on the ride over that this particular spot was protected from the beautifully fierce waves that battered much of the nearby coast by an ancient lava flow that jutted into the water, causing waves to break well offshore. Meaghan still heard the waves roaring from the parking area, still sensed their energy, but they weren’t a threat, just something to add to the night.

One hand on Kyle’s shoulder, Meaghan made her way down a trail toward the beach. A narrow trail, she thought, from the way Deck followed close behind as if to grab her in case of trouble. Silly sighted people always forgot that she was probably having less trouble then they were. For them, it was dark, and darkness and unknown terrain were an uneasy combination. For her, life was all darkness and mostly unknown terrain.

Finally, they arrived on the beach, where the waves crashed more loudly, though still far away. Deck drew in a sharp breath, pulled her close. “The sand is so white it’s glowing in the moonlight, and the moon marks a trail on the water, leading from the cove out to sea. There are more stars overhead than I’ve ever seen before. The waves break over the lava wall, all silvery in the moonlight. I wish you could see for yourself.” Deck was whispering, although they were alone on the beach. His voice was heavy with awe. “I’m going to cast a circle and set up a keep-away spell just in case we’re not the only lovers who decided this was a good night for skinny-dipping and shenanigans, but I feel like we’re already protected.”

Meaghan extended her senses, felt the spirits of the place gathering around. “We are,” she assured him. “The water wants us to be here.”

Deck’s spell was short and to the point, and from the sound of fabric rustling, he was undressing as he cast it.

Kyle and Meaghan undressed each other. Not that either of them had much on–board shorts for Kyle, a loose sundress over bare skin for Meaghan. It was an excuse to touch, not that they really needed an excuse.

The three of them entered the water together. It was bath-warm, nothing like the cold water off Donovan’s Cove, and Meaghan sighed at the silky caress on her skin. None of them spoke. The moment seemed too charged to talk, too full of grace. Meaghan might not be able to see the scene as a sighted person did, but she could sense Deck’s and Kyle’s auras and the currents of magic in the water, the moonlight

When the water reached just below her breasts, Deck pulled her close, drawing her into a kiss. Her already sensitive nipples formed stiff peaks against his chest. At the same time, Kyle wrapped around her–around both of them, to the extent he could–from behind.

“Tonight’s about you,” Kyle whispered.  “I know it’s stressful watching someone you love ride big waves–even if you know we’re not exactly ordinary surfers. We want to make it up to you.”

“Might be even worse for you because you are so aware of the water’s force. You probably spent the whole day with your senses stretched and your witch-sight on, poised to do something just in case someone’s ride went badly.”

She nodded.

“So we want to thank you by spoiling you rotten.”

“I…” She wanted to protest, to say that hardly seemed fair, that she wanted to give them pleasure, make sure the guys enjoyed each other as well.

Until she focused on Deck’s body and on the red magic that poured off him, crashing onto her like the waves broke over the lava barrier. He was all kinds of turned on by the night, the beautiful setting and the idea of working with Kyle to overwhelm her with pleasure. They’d both enjoy the hell out of it.

“I like that idea,” she finally admitted.

At that word, four hands and two sets of lips set to work driving her crazy.

Caresses, nibbles, kisses. She kept losing track of everything they were doing, whose hands touched her breasts, her ass, her clit and sex. Most of the time, she could sense the dense fur behind the human form of Kyle’s body, enjoy the vibrations of Deck’s magic–but when the two of them were working together as well as they were tonight, the boundaries between them seemed to blur. She couldn’t decide if it was magic at work, the silver cords that bound the three of them together having a bit of fun with them, or simply her senses being overwhelmed by sensation. Even the water on her skin and the warm breeze added to her pleasure.

When Deck lifted her onto Kyle , she came in a burst of red magic. The orgasm drew out as Deck and Kyle together helped her bob in the deliciously warm water on Kyle’s cock. She might not be able to see the stars overhead, but she felt them all over her body as she came and came. When Kyle cried out and spurted into her, she thought wistfully that the fun might be over.

But before long, Kyle helped her shift into Deck’s arms. Deck’s hands cupped under her ass, and she sank onto his waiting cock as the water caressed them all.

“Love,” she managed to say before ecstasy robbed her of her wits. “Love you both.”

Afterward, while they curled together on a blanket on the sand, she had a gentle vision, without any pain: the three of them splashing around in the same cove with a sturdy, fair-haired little boy who called both men Daddy.

She tucked that particular memory under her heart and for only the second time in her life, hoped one of her visions came true.

The first already had already been fulfilled that night. Before she’d met Deck and Kyle, she’d had a vision of making love in warm water with two men.

* * *

All the blur of days led to August first, Lammas, when she leaned on Portia’s arm instead of using a cane as she walked down the beach to marry Deck and Kyle. Not the usual thing, she’d been led to understand, but Donovans did things their own way, and the magic insisted it had to be Portia, who shared her uncomfortable combination of powers.

She could see Portia’s aura where they touched, so like her own, the gray-blue of water power and the clear turquoise of the telepath reaching out to blend with her own ocean colors and the sky blue that marked a seer. “Take good care of my idiot cousin,” Portia whispered when they arrived. “Between you and Kyle he should be fine.” Then Portia let down her shields and brushed Meaghan’s cheek with her lips. It lasted only a second or two, but in that time, the two women shared all the pains and joys of a life lived without normal human boundaries. Shared the very different, but equally real, love they felt for Deck.

At the climax of the wedding ritual that wove her life and spirit with Deck’s and Kyle’s, something happened. The auras she always sensed as colorful streaks took form. One tall, broad man, blue eyes bright with unshed tears of joy, fair hair caught back in a ponytail. One slighter, dark-haired man, all cheekbones and sleek muscles. She knew the colors were off, not what sighted people would perceive, but still…

“I see you!” she exclaimed, interrupting Elissa and Paul, who were performing the ritual, with Jude as assistant to represent Trickster and the duals’ connection to the divine. Then she looked around in wonder. “I see everyone!”

“You can see?” She could perceive Kyle’s puzzled excitement, bright around his body. “You can see!”

She smiled. “Sort of. I don’t think Jude’s lion-shaped right now, or that the baby has wings and a tail. I know Elissa’s not much taller than I am, but she looks huge. Plus everyone’s floating a few feet above the beach and I know there are folding chairs.”

“But they’re metal,” Deck said slowly, “so you can’t see them with witch-sight.” He squinted. “You’re right. Jocelyn had wings for a minute, but they’ve faded. Wait, now she does again. Cool.” Then it seemed to sink in. “Cool, cool, cool!” He swept Meaghan into his arms. Kyle embraced both of them.

Aunt Jan ran up from her seat, a lovely rose-colored blur, and started asking questions Meaghan couldn’t possibly answer. Especially since while Jan halted the progress of the neurological disorder, Meaghan had explicitly asked the older witch not to try restoring her sight just yet, afraid that learning to use a new sense would be one thing too many when she was adjusting to a whole new life.

It was a long time before Elissa and Paul could finish the ceremony.

But that didn’t matter because Meaghan, Deck, and Kyle were already bound by cords of silver.

Cords that Meaghan could see clearly, leading to and from two gorgeous men she could also see clearly, if colorfully, outlined against an ocean that looked like a rainbow of life.

And if she never saw anything else except as an aura in her mind’s eye, seeing Deck and Kyle and the ocean was enough.

* * *

Thanks for reading. I hope you enjoyed revisiting Meaghan, Deck and Kyle.

This is the last stop of the hop. You can enter for your chance to win the MASSIVE GIVEAWAY here . If you haven’t commented on all the stories, you can circle back around starting with Tamsen Parker’s story and then enter. Thanks so much for joining us for #ValentinesRewind, we hope you’ve had as much fun as we have! ♥


More on Witches’ Waves:

The ocean is on their side. But the fight is on land—and it’s about to get dirty.

Long held captive as the Agency’s secret weapon—a blind witch with visions—Meaghan has come to a line she refuses to cross. Rather than betray the infant “child of five bloods” to the Agency’s scientists, she chooses death. Except when she throws herself into the ocean, she doesn’t die. Her repressed water magic comes to life.

When the sodden, delirious witch drifts into Kyle’s arms, his otter dual instincts tell him to get her to the Donovans as fast as possible. Even though one particular surfer-dude Donovan broke his heart.

Declan Donovan continually kicks himself for pushing Kyle away, but his touchy combination of water, earth and lightning magic is too volatile, and Kyle wanted more than Deck was ready to give.

When they come together to help Meaghan control her new magic, it leads the Agency straight to the child of five bloods. They’ll have to dive head-first into total trust—in their magics, in themselves and in each other—to save the child and stop the Agency once and for all.

Warning: Contains an oceanful of sex between an ethereal blind heroine who swears like a pissed-off Marine, an overly serious otter shifter, a would-be beach bum who may be descended from a Norse god, in permutations as fluid as the sea – and themes of abuse and recover.

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9 Feb 2016

GIVEAWAY! Win a copy of DRIVE

Posted by Teresa Noelle Roberts. 5 Comments


Drive is out today and I want to celebrate. I can’t figure out how to share champagne with all my readers or take you all for a ride along a country road in a fabulous vintage convertible. Not to mention I live in New England and the wind chill here is 19 degrees Fahrenheit–not exactly convertible weather.

It's too cold for convertibles, so here's a sexy classic car that might be a bit warmer. Once she closes the window, that is. Photo (C) Bodnarchuk, courtesy of BigStock.com

It’s too cold for convertibles, so here’s a sexy classic car that might be a bit warmer. Once she closes the window, that is. Photo (C) Bodnarchuk, courtesy of BigStock.com

So instead of champagne or cruising a country road, how about I give away a book to celebrate? Comment with your idea of the sexiest and most fun vehicle ever (the Batmobile counts. I will also accept motorcycles, bicycles and space ships) and you’ll have a chance to win a signed paperback* of Drive. Contest is open until Valentine’s Day, 2/14, at noon EST, because if you’re like me, part of Valentine’s Day is curling up with your sweetie and some “inspirational reading.”

*US only. If you’re outside the US and win, you’ll get an ebook of Drive and a bonus title.

And in case you like a sure thing, here are the buy links:

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8 Feb 2016

Today’s DRIVE Excerpt (NSFW)

Posted by Teresa Noelle Roberts. No Comments

We’re enjoying a fine winter storm here in New England, so I thought I’d share a little something to heat up your winter day. Early reviews are saying things along the lines of “Wow, this story has it all!” (Harp’s Romance Book Reviews) and “Character-driven romance and well-developed sex scenes […] a book that is worth a look.” (All About Romance). And today, you can still get the pre0rder price. (Plus it’s on sale at Samhain, along with all other romance titles.)

“We’re going to have so much fun.” He smiled, shaking his head. “Open your legs.” When she obeyed, he ran two fingers over her lips, catching her moisture. “You’re so wet.” His fingers dove into her, just long enough to make her clench. “I can’t wait to lick that lovely pussy and play with that ring. Can’t wait to fuck you. But first, I’m going to do something I’ve been dreaming about ever since I saw you bent over the Mustang. Turn around so I can spank your beautiful ass. Assuming that’s something you want to try, of course.”

Heart pounding, breath caught in her throat, Suzanne obeyed, bracing herself against the counter.

She prepared herself for a resounding thwack, but as he’d done with her breasts, he started with a light caress, running his big hands over the skin until every bit of it tingled to life.

She pushed her ass back at him and moaned. He rewarded her with a hard spank.

Surprisingly hard. She’d been prepared, she thought, but it had been a long time. “Ouch!” she exclaimed, then added quickly as the heat spread from her affronted bottom throughout her body, “But not yellow. Just startled.”

He stroked the tender skin for a second then struck again. This time, she managed not to yell, though she did bounce in place on her toes and instinctively pull her hips forward.

She immediately pushed them back at Neil and the spanking continued.

It stung like the devil, but at the same time, the pain suffused her with heat and need. Her clit throbbed. Her pussy ached as it got even wetter. The ring in her labia felt like a great, teasing, delicious weight. At first she tried to count the blows, but soon her brain refused to deal with anything that mundane and lost itself in the cycle of sting and sensual fire. Her hips rocked back and forth. Her head swam. Neil was crooning something as he spanked her, but while the words sounded sweet and dirty, she couldn’t focus on them.

When he switched from his hand to a wooden spoon, she yelped, but more because she was startled than anything. That felt great too—a different, more concentrated sensation, less intimate than Neil’s hand, but exciting in the way it packed the sensation into one small area. “Is that good?” Neil asked.

“Yes,” she moaned, surprised by how husky her voice sounded, how much like a woman already having an orgasm rather than spiraling toward one. “Oh, yes. Wouldn’t mind harder.”

A flurry of sharp wood blows followed, light but stinging. She danced in place, flinching instinctively, yet delighting in the blows, in the way pain and pleasure blurred.

Without warning, Neil switched back to his hand, one solid, thuddy spank. The warmth of his hand seared into her beautifully abused skin and reached places inside her she hadn’t even known existed.

Her body convulsed. Her cunt contracted around nothing. Her knees started to buckle from the force of an unexpected orgasm. She caught herself on the counter, still wobbling. Then Neil wrapped his arms around her, pressed himself over her body.

As she started to calm down, he pressed harder, the roughness of his jeans emphasizing how tender her ass was. One hand snaked between her legs to tug gently on her piercing then circle her clit.

Suzanne detonated again, crying out his name.

Neil didn’t even bother to undress, just opened his fly and, after a few minutes of rummaging that seemed like hours, put on a condom.

She didn’t ask where the condom came from, didn’t especially care. She wished she’d gotten a good look at his cock, but right now what mattered was he was in her, long and thick and fierce. It felt like she’d been waiting for this all her life. One hand pressed on her upper back, pushing her onto the counter, the other gripped her hip almost savagely. He didn’t bother starting slow or building up gradually. Just pistoned into her and it was just what she needed at that moment. The slap of his hips against her sore ass, the slight abrasion of the zipper, reminded her over and over again of the spanking. She couldn’t move, just feel and react, and that was just fine with her.

The hand that had been holding her against the counter grabbed her ponytail, forcing her head back. She arched, clenching even more. “I want to feel you come on my cock.” Neil’s voice shivered on her skin, rough and beautiful. “Can you do that for me?”

Car photo (c) Bodnarchuk/BigStock.com

Car photo (c) Bodnarchuk/BigStock.com

He’s a kinky dream come true—and her only protection from danger.

Eight months after her (cheating, almost-ex) husband’s death, Suzanne Mayhew has a plan to move on with her life. First step: sell off Frank’s classic cars, starting with the red vintage Mustang convertible he never let her drive. Second step: get her unexplored kink on with a delicious younger man.

Preferably the one an old friend sends around, ostensibly to check out the Mustang. Neil Callahan—Boston cop, Dom, fifteen years her junior.

Neil feels the mutual sizzle, but if the blush staining her cheeks is any indication, her flirting skills are a little rusty. Though his instinct tells him to take things slow with the recent widow, he can’t resist inviting her along for a test drive—for the whole weekend.

Throwing caution to the wind, Suzanne takes him up on it. But they’re barely out of the driveway when Neil’s cop instincts kick in. They’ve got a tail…and it looks dangerously like her ex’s secrets looming large—and deadly—in their rear-view mirror.

Warning: Spies, lies and vile bad guys. A meddling BFF. Inappropriate use of kitchen tools. Completely appropriate use of rope and floggers. Your mileage may vary, depending on battery life.

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7 Feb 2016

Another snippet from DRIVE

Posted by Teresa Noelle Roberts. No Comments

Photo (C) Yastremka, courtesy of BigStock.com

Photo (C) Yastremka, courtesy of BigStock.com. Obviously NOT the Mustang from my story, but I like the photo.


Can you tell I’m getting excited about this release? Tuesday, my friends. Tuesday!

Suzanne’s knuckles were white as she made her way through the herd of mountain bikers, but she was already having fun.

By the time she’d been on the highway for half an hour, she had second thoughts about selling the Mustang. The power of the engine, the warm leather seats, the sheer fun of driving something so big and red and shiny, something that turned heads. She snapped another car selfie when they stopped for coffee and sent it to Janice with the text SELL OR KEEP?

Janice might just urge her to keep it, if only as a form of revenge through good living. And this car was definitely good living. No wonder Frank had loved it so much. Damn selfish of him not to share it with her.

Then again, he hadn’t shared much with her. Neil had already opened up more in the short drive than Frank typically would in a year. Not that Neil was a chatterbox, but she’d learned from his words that he’d inherited his grandparents’ two-family house in Dorchester, and that he and his father, a retired cop, restored cars and other vehicles together. The vintage motorcycle he’d arrived on was one of their projects.

And she knew from his eyes and the inflections of his voice that he loved his father, even though he’d told a few hilarious stories about them butting heads.

She knew he was dedicated to his work, knew he wasn’t a detective yet, but hoped to be one within the year.

From the way his big hand stroked the dashboard or the leather seat when he thought she wasn’t looking, she could tell that he lusted after the Mustang, but the smile that lit up his incredible blue eyes told her he enjoyed watching her getting acquainted with a car that was technically hers, but that she hadn’t enjoyed until now.

She wondered if Janice would playfully suggest keeping Neil or selling him. He’d been in the picture too.

Suzanne would keep him if that were an option. Alas, it probably wasn’t.


Car photo (c) Bodnarchuk/BigStock.com

Car photo (c) Bodnarchuk/BigStock.com

He’s a kinky dream come true—and her only protection from danger.

Eight months after her (cheating, almost-ex) husband’s death, Suzanne Mayhew has a plan to move on with her life. First step: sell off Frank’s classic cars, starting with the red vintage Mustang convertible he never let her drive. Second step: get her unexplored kink on with a delicious younger man.

Preferably the one an old friend sends around, ostensibly to check out the Mustang. Neil Callahan—Boston cop, Dom, fifteen years her junior.

Neil feels the mutual sizzle, but if the blush staining her cheeks is any indication, her flirting skills are a little rusty. Though his instinct tells him to take things slow with the recent widow, he can’t resist inviting her along for a test drive—for the whole weekend.

Throwing caution to the wind, Suzanne takes him up on it. But they’re barely out of the driveway when Neil’s cop instincts kick in. They’ve got a tail…and it looks dangerously like her ex’s secrets looming large—and deadly—in their rear-view mirror.

Warning: Spies, lies and vile bad guys. A meddling BFF. Inappropriate use of kitchen tools. Completely appropriate use of rope and floggers. Your mileage may vary, depending on battery life.

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6 Feb 2016

#MySexySaturday “A Sexy Encounter” from DRIVE

Posted by Teresa Noelle Roberts. 1 Comment


The theme for this week’s My Sexy Saturday blog hop is “a sexy encounter.” Luckily Drive (out 2/9–that’s Tuesday, folks!) is full of them. Here’s a taste of the first time Neil and Suzanne start to get naked and kinky together.


His cock strained so hard against his fly that he swore he could count each tooth of the zipper as it pressed against him. He eased away from the kiss, but only far enough to slide his hands to the hem of her shirt. “I want you naked,” he said, and it sounded like a groan and a prayer wrapped together with hemp rope.

“I want to be naked. And I wanted you out of those clothes about five seconds after I met you.” She clamped her lips together as soon as she said it; as if she was astonished the words had come from her mouth. But her eyes sparkled, and she wriggled, helping Neil pull her shirt over her head.

Her bra was off-white, plain, not the kind of bra a woman wore on a hot date. He still thought it looked beautiful, or maybe more like she was beautiful and the bra, like her clothes, was irrelevant.

Her breasts would look better with his hands cupping them, not the bra.

Evidently she agreed, because Suzanne twisted her arms behind her back and the bra fell to the floor. “Normally I like to set the pace, undress you myself,” Neil said, “or tell you to do so. But I appreciate your enthusiasm. And the view.” Her breasts were neither model-perky nor model-huge. A little softness there, but like the subtle lines around her eyes, he liked that proof she wasn’t a girl, but a woman who knew what she wanted and had the experience to back up her choices. Her skin was fair, her stiff, deep rose nipples contrasting starkly. He could see the faded tan lines from the summer; although she had the body to rock a skimpy bikini, Suzanne was apparently a one-piece woman. He hoped it was because she was the type of person who didn’t want to worry about sand rash or one more place to protect a redhead’s sensitive skin, not the kind who was ashamed of a belly that had a slight curve to it, a hint of softness that he, personally, found sexy as hell. (Not that there was anything wrong with a more athletic build, either. Face it, he just liked women’s bodies.)

Neil moved behind her. The kitchen was narrow, the sort you found in older houses where they worried more about function than form, and she had to step closer to the counter to allow him to do it. He didn’t need to say anything. She seemed to read his body language, his need. Yeah, her experience with kink might be years ago, but she had the right instincts. She could anticipate his needs and wishes from his body language, and they barely knew each other.

Hot like a jalapeño.

He reached around, cupping her breasts to pull her close, her bare back pressed against his chest. Dammit. He liked the mental game of stripping her while he stayed dressed, setting up a power dichotomy for their games, but right now, he wished he’d given up the mindfuck for that bit of extra skin-on-skin contact.

Car photo (c) Bodnarchuk, courtesy of BigStock

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4 Feb 2016

A first taste of DRIVE–romantic suspense with a bit of kink (or is that kink with a bit of romantic suspense?)

Posted by Teresa Noelle Roberts. 2 Comments

Car photo (c) Bodnarchuk/BigStock.com

Car photo (c) Bodnarchuk/BigStock.com

Neil had done this dance before, something more than a dozen times, less than a thousand. Done the dance of pretending to be doing anything on earth other than paying attention to potential criminal activity.

The difference between those times and this one?

For one, the many times he’d done it as part of his job, he’d been armed, and there’d been backup, even if the backup hadn’t always been close enough to do much good if, as his dad said, the excrement really hit the air-conditioner.

The bigger difference between just about any surveillance-type situation in police work and this one was that at work he had an idea why the person was behaving suspiciously. Knew, in general, if he was dealing with a known drug dealer or a possible burglar, a potential pedophile or a suspected murderer. This time, he had no clue what was going on, no idea why or how the guy may have followed them all the way to the Cape, or whether he was stalking Suzanne or himself. Not exactly reassuring to know so little, especially not when someone else was involved.

Was she an innocent bystander in whatever the hell was going on or did she know something? What did he really know about Suzanne Mayhew anyway, other than she’d inherited (supposedly) a gorgeous Mustang and she kissed like someone possessed by a succubus? Not a hell of a lot.

Part of his mind was wandering in all directions, but most of it was observing. No one else appeared to be watching him or Suzanne with intense interest, though he got a couple of glances. Suzanne’s car was definitely drawing admiring looks, but then people moved on. It was hard to keep track of all the people milling around the lot, not to mention he was more interested in keeping an eye on Suzanne and on the people in the gray Lincoln anyway. He waved at Suzanne, smiling goofily like a doting boyfriend and was rewarded with her blowing him a kiss.

Suddenly he felt very much like a doting boyfriend.

Which wasn’t helping his concentration.


He’s a kinky dream come true—and her only protection from danger.

Eight months after her (cheating, almost-ex) husband’s death, Suzanne Mayhew has a plan to move on with her life. First step: sell off Frank’s classic cars, starting with the red vintage Mustang convertible he never let her drive. Second step: get her unexplored kink on with a delicious younger man.

Preferably the one an old friend sends around, ostensibly to check out the Mustang. Neil Callahan—Boston cop, Dom, fifteen years her junior.

Neil feels the mutual sizzle, but if the blush staining her cheeks is any indication, her flirting skills are a little rusty. Though his instinct tells him to take things slow with the recent widow, he can’t resist inviting her along for a test drive—for the whole weekend.

Throwing caution to the wind, Suzanne takes him up on it. But they’re barely out of the driveway when Neil’s cop instincts kick in. They’ve got a tail…and it looks dangerously like her ex’s secrets looming large—and deadly—in their rear-view mirror.

Warning: Spies, lies and vile bad guys. A meddling BFF. Inappropriate use of kitchen tools. Completely appropriate use of rope and floggers. Your mileage may vary, depending on battery life.

Samhain / Amazon US / Amazon UK / Barnes & Noble /Kobo / iTunes/iBooks /Google Play /All Romance Ebooks

Photo (C) Stokkette / courtesy of BigStock.com

Photo (C) Stokkette / courtesy of BigStock.com

1 Feb 2016

Kripalu and musings on new beginnings

Posted by Teresa Noelle Roberts. No Comments

Not for the first time, I started out a year by paying a visit to Kripalu, a yoga retreat center in the beautiful Berkshires of western Massachusetts. Once again, I went with a friend who’s been part of my life since junior high school, refreshing ourselves with a much-needed time out. It was astonishing in some ways to curl up in our shared room like we used to curl up during sleepovers–only this time talking about retirement (not that I’m planning to “retire” from writing and her retirement is more than a decade away, but planning is on her mind), the love and struggle of life with aging parents, how romance changes to solid love over the course of a long marriage, how our bodies are changing post-menopause. Yet it felt so right. She’s known me longer than anyone I know today except my mother.

I went to Kripalu dealing with what I thought was the remnants of a nasty cold (Unfortunately it turned out to be the start of a secondary bacterial infection and resulting asthma flare-up. Yuck!) Instead of the intensely physical time I’d originally planned, with hiking and vigorous vinyasa yoga filling my days, I concentrated on more gentle yoga, breathwork and meditation.


It was remarkably good for me.

One of the things I focused on was how to reinvigorate my writing, how to find the joy I used to feel when writing was my avocation, not my job. I have some ideas. You may see some different stories from me in the future along with the erotic romances you’ve come to expect. I’m writing poetry again. I’m remembering how to play and laugh as I create.

What will come of this on a professional level, I can’t say. But more joy is never a bad thing.