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1 Mar 2015

Cover Reveal: Savannah Sins by Jenna Fox

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TITLE – Savannah Sins
AUTHOR – Jenna Fox
GENRE – erotic/horror
PUBLICATION DATE – March 3rd 2015
LENGTH (Pages/# Words) – 15,300 words
PUBLISHER –Dark Hollows Press
COVER ARTIST – 3 Rusted Spoons


Her prison became his hell.

The only thing standing between Beverly Price and a prison cell is her well connected attorney, Jackson McNabb. Jackson pulls some legal strings, getting Beverly sent to his family’s plantation to work out her sentence at an isolated setting- the perfect place for sexual escapades. When Jack and Beverly act on the pent-up lust burning between them, their passion rouses an angry spirit, setting off a series of frightening paranormal events and sending Beverly fleeing the arms of her lover, leaving Jack to fight for both of their lives.

Where will you run when your sins come back to haunt you?


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It took her higher than any drug. Deeper, harder and faster. Each thrust was more determined than the last. Beverly’s pussy was zinging with sensitivity, stretched wider than ever in so long, with a man balls deep inside her. The inferno burned higher and hotter as she tightened around him, his cock expanding with her clasping heat. Jack began a merciless onslaught, holding nothing back, breaking down the fibers of her being. Her world was on fire and her emotions were spinning. Their bodies exploded, mouths agape as they came out loud together and she reached around him, clutching his ass to grind more of his hard flesh into hers.

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Jenna Fox is a civilized hillbilly, mother, wife and multi-published author of erotic romance residing in Eastern Tennessee. Besides juggling a busy family life, Fox reviews and critiques for other authors and crafts her own dark erotic tales. Stories always feature a mysterious alpha male with unexpected twists to shock the reader. She believes in HFN and HEA endings, although not always in a romantic or conventional way.

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




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27 Feb 2015

Introducing Kayla Lords and “Madame Gretchen”

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Get your copy on Amazon today!

Get your copy on Amazon today!

Madame Gretchen:

Six kinksters want to join the most exclusive BDSM club in the area, The Iron Maiden. The first requirement? Survive Madame Gretchen. Join them as they navigate six weeks of kinkiness led by a sadistic, crop-wielding Domme who loves forced orgasms and demands total surrender. Their limits will be stretched and their desires uncovered.

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Available for free on Kindle Unlimited!

Excerpt from Madame Gretchen:

Facing the room, she allowed a mischievous smile to appear. Most of her submissive clients cringed and dripped when they saw this smile. She was about to push boundaries and expand minds – her favorite part of Domination.

“Ok, partner up. Missy and Pup, for tonight, you may stay together if you choose, but understand this will be the last time I allow it.” She crossed her arms, leaning back into her heels, watching how they paired off.

Ivory, sweet, sweet Ivory, went right for Drake. Madame Gretchen liked her even more. She was confident in herself, and it showed. Drake could see it too, as his smile widened as she reached out to shake his hand and introduce herself. She could see Ivory’s dimple from here, deepening as she giggled and flirted.

Bella looked confused and awkward. Randy Boy reached out to pat her hand and looked only at her face. Madame Gretchen sensed he was trying to comfort her and help her feel less conspicuous. She admired him for it.

“Ok, we’re boy-girl, huh? Well that does make the instructions easier, doesn’t it?” She couldn’t keep the evil grin from her face or the humor from her voice, nor did she try. Things were about to get interesting. “Ladies first! Men, arms at your side, eyes forward. Ladies, I want you to look at the man in front of you from head to toe and back up again. Just your eyes, no matter how tempted your are to touch your partner. We’ll get to that later.”
She ignored the furtive glances from the room at her last statement.

The moment the men knew someone’s eyes were on them, their cocks begged for attention, twitching and jerking, coming to life, filling, leaning forward, begging for attention. She could hear the men’s breath hitching in their throats as their bodies betrayed whatever their faces attempted to convey. The smell of desire and fear filled the room and it made her wet with desire. Missy smirked as her eyes blazed a trail up and down Pup’s wide body. Madame Gretchen could feel the submissive switching to her Domme side. Her eyes changed first, becoming hard and glittery, then her posture changed from unsure to commanding. Ivory giggled and licked her lips over and over, her dark skin becoming impossibly darker as she blushed.

Madame Gretchen didn’t blame her, she might have done the same if faced with Drake’s perfect beauty. Bella was going to be a hard one to crack. Madame Gretchen watched as she started at Randy Boy’s face, gazed down his chest and stomach and then skipped down to his knees. It was the same on the way back up.

“Bella! I think you’re missing a very important part of this exercise.” Madame Gretchen could see the flush in her skin from across the room. She made no move to join the couple. “Try again. Don’t make me resort to harsher methods.”

“Yes, Ma’am.” Bella licked her lips and tried again. She still averted her eyes away from Randy’s cock.

“Bella, on your knees, eyes forward.”

The shy submissive looked as if she would argue with Madame Gretchen for a split second. One look into the Domme’s eyes changed her mind. She shook as she fell to her knees, her head bowed, her hair a dark curtain covering her face.

“Eyes up, Bella. Don’t make me say it again.”

Bella forced her gaze up and stared straight at Randy’s groin. Her gulp and subsequent gasp were audible. Her eyes widened as she watched his body respond to her proximity and her attention. There was easily three feet of space between them, but his body reacted all the same.

Madame Gretchen continued the exercise until the women began to squirm slightly and lean closer to their male partners.

“Ok, now it’s time to switch! Bella you may stand again. Eyes forward, ladies. Men, look to your heart’s content.” She sang out the command as if she were sending children out to recess.

As she expected, the men completed the task differently. They didn’t simply stare at the women’s faces, torsos, tits, pussy, and legs. Like wolves, they prowled around the women, leaning in, inhaling their scent, taking in every detail they could. Drake licked his lips every time his eyes touched Ivory’s full breasts. Pup couldn’t keep his eyes from Missy’s slit and mound. Randy Boy was the least obvious of the three men, but Madame Gretchen noted how his eyes were riveted to Bella’s hips and the globes of her ass.

As if on cue, the women’s breathing became raspy. Madame Gretchen could smell the desire in the room. Whether it belonged to the women or the men mattered not, the affect was the same. The voyeur and Domme in her was ready for the last part of tonight’s lesson.

About Kayla Lords:

KaylaLordsI discovered my love of writing at age seven and my sexual fantasies by age 13. It took a divorce and re-entry into the dating to world to find my sexual power and voice. I am a sexual submissive in the BDSM lifestyle which is not as extreme and terrifying as it may first appear from the outside looking in.

I write BDSM-themed erotica with a focus on dominance and submission (D/s). I not only want to turn my readers on, but I want them to realize that D/s is more than just a kink and isn’t scary or degrading.


A blogger, tweeter, and talker, I love interacting with my readers as much as possible!

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26 Feb 2015

For my UK friends: Kinkify your weekend with Smut Luton 7th March 2015

Posted by Teresa Noelle Roberts. No Comments

It’s enough to make me want to buy a ticket to the UK. Of course I’m in a traveling mood and we have more snow predicted for next week, so getting out of town sounds like a plan. Luton, UK isn’t a tropical paradise, but it’s not Alaskachusetts, so I’ll take it. And kink does a lot to keep one warm.

Smut Luton 7th March 2015

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The Hat factory, Luton will host the first smut event of 2015 sponsored by House of Erotica. Smut Events are fun, safe, inclusive days out when erotica & erotic romance readers and writers get together to socialize, exchange ideas and inspire one another.

The theme for Luton is Kinkificasmut factory book shottion. We’ll be adding a little kink to your life with some great workshops, demonstrations and performances. Not to mention the book stall where you can pick up some sexy reading material and the erotic raffle where you’ll be able to win prizes from Bondara.co.uk , Segzi.co.uk and a special something from Smut UK.

Charlie J Forrest will be showing off some rope tricks and answering your questions on getting your lover all tied up, Zak Jane Keir will be talking about taking your hobbies and giving them a naughty spin for your erotic writing and sexy play and Victoria Blisse will be exploring all the senses and how they can heighten your sexual arousal on the page and in the bedroom.

We’ve got readings from Lucy FelthouseJennifer Denys, Charlotte HowardBella SettaraCharlie J ForrestMeg PhilipAnna Sky, Cara Sutra and Victoria Blisse that are sure to tempt and tease.

Pick up your tickets at Smutluton.co.uk and join the facebook event to keep up with all the event news.
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25 Feb 2015

The Year of Bountiful Snow

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So far, my Year of Bountiful Possibilities has turned into a year of Bountiful Snow. After an open early winter and a green Christmas, we’ve gotten enough snow in the greater Boston area to bury Rob Gronkowski (we’ve had more snow since February 10, when this piece was written). Most of my readers, regardless of how they feel about the New England Patriots, will agree that hiding someone who looks like Gronk is a damn shame and snow deep enough to hide a 6’6″ man, whether he’s handsome and buff or not, is excessive amounts of the white stuff.* But today it actually got above freezing, I heard the steady drip-drip-drip of melting icicles, and over along the south wall of the house, there’s a tiny patch right next to the house where some terribly bedraggled daffodil leaves are poking up. (Tough little guys. Not only are they sprouting despite snow, they’re pushing aside the cardboard mulch we laid down in that bed. We hadn’t wanted to sacrifice the spring bulbs, but the bed was so weed-ridden it seemed easiest to smother and then replant.) While not even the posts from the garden fence are visible, today’s thaw compressed the snow enough I can see the shape of the raised beds. They’re still buried, but I see they’re out there, and that’s reassuring.

I live with Seasonal Affective Disorder, but most years, I deal with it by spending as much time as possible outdoors. Since mid-January, when there hasn’t been an active snowstorm in progress, it seems like the wind chills have been well below zero, making even a walk around the block a scary prospect. And with the snow as deep as it is, hiking is iffy. I’ve gone snowshoeing once and had a blast, but since I have to rent the snowshoes in another town, and the store isn’t particularly near any of my favorite parks, it’s not something I can easily run out and do for an hour before or after the day job. I know: excuses, excuses! I’m going out this weekend, though: snowshoes on Sunday and maybe a short walk in the woods on Saturday. I wouldn’t call it a hike, but the main path around the pond at the state park near my house should be pretty tromped down by now. And I’ll feel much better.


Snowshoing shadow selfie (my husband’s hands were so cold he couldn’t work the camera)

January and February haven’t all been holing up in the house cursing the snow. We attended a grand party held by our SCA (Society for Creative Anachronism) household–good food, good company and even a tiny bit of snowshoeing thanks to a friend who’d brought hers along. I read from Out of Control at the Fetish Fair Fleamarket in Providence and got to spend some time with other erotica/erotic romance writers, although we ended up leaving early due to, you guessed, snow. Last weekend we attended the Rhode Island Flower Show and saw green! growing! things! and actual flowers still attached to plants. It was smaller than we expected, possibly because the winter has been so dreadful even greenhouses found themselves challenged. But it was still a good time, topped off with a fondue dinner.

Espaliered fruit trees in bloom at the flower show

Espaliered fruit trees in bloom at the flower show

"Tiny house" style gazebo and spring flowers

“Tiny house” style gazebo and spring flowers


Brightly painted pallet fence

A wonderful fence idea, made of pallets, with planting space at the top

Vintage bike being used as a planter, on a garden shed roof

Bicycle art!










Angel's trumpet--it's HUGE!

Angel’s trumpet–it’s HUGE!






















And of course, I’ve been writing, although I have to admit not as much as I would have been were I not in the grip of Seasonal Affective Disorder and wanting, deep down, to spend a lot of time eating sweets and sleeping. I actually got a novella and my samples for the NECRWA Conference pitch session in before the deadline, and I’m discovering that my work in progress, tentatively called Overdrive, doesn’t actually stink like carrion. I had to sit on the first draft for almost a month before I dared revisit it, but I’m pleased to say it’s good. Rough, as is the nature of first drafts, but good.

You know, I think I may survive this winter after all.

* If you don’t live in snow country, you might think I have this much snow stacked in my yard. I don’t. It compresses under its own weight, and some melts or sublimates away, so it’s more like 3.5-4 feet  at this point. But that’s still a lot, and the drift at the end of the driveway is about 8 feet tall.

11 Feb 2015

Sexy vampires — C.P. Mandara introduces DESIRING DEATH

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Today’s visitor is C.P. Mandara, a skilful writer of things dark and erotic who’s telling us about her new, sexy (kinky, even!) vampire book Desiring Death. It’s the first in the Evading Death series (though there’s a prequel available as well), so I imagine we’ll be hearing a lot more about this sexy paranormal world. And don’t miss the Rafflecopter at the end of a post. You could win books and an Amazon gift card!

desiring death coverTitle: Desiring Death

Author: C.P. Mandara

Series: Evading Death (Book 1)

Genre: Paranormal/Vampire/Erotica

Publisher: Chimera Books UK

Release Date: 22 January 2015

Edition/Format Available In: eBook / Paperback


Imagine a famed vampire huntress with a taste for death, so successful not a single vampire has ever managed to escape her wooden stakes or evade her silver knives. Her name is Violetta, and all that is about to change.

Monsieur Martinet, vampire extraordinaire, is a master of his kind and can exert the kind of control over humans that Violetta has never seen before. He is a powerful force. He may well be unstoppable. And that’s going to be a problem, because Violetta has killed every single one of Martinet’s monstrous family – and he has a score to settle.

He’s going to abduct her, imprison her, and then tie her down until she begs for mercy. And that’s only the beginning…



‘You bit me,’ she accused, aghast, and her mouth was pulled back in a grimace of horror.

‘Oh, do keep up,’ he said with a tired sigh. ‘I pretended to bite you. That little morsel of fun happened only inside your head. The real thing is far better, and if you’re a good girl, I might even give you a demonstration.’ There was no accompanying smile after that sentence, and didn’t that say it all?

‘No, you bit me, earlier.’ Her voice was rising and sounded slightly hysterical. ‘My knife,’ she pointed to the blade below her feet, ‘is covered in blood. My shoulder stings. You bit me.’

‘Pumpkin,’ he sighed. ‘You’d know if I bit you. There’d be a post-orgasmic, flashing blue lights, shocked-at-the-brilliance of the world type of aura about you. All you’ve had is a knife plunged into your shoulder. If you’re hankering after a set of puncture wounds, though, I’m sure I can oblige.’ He used his index finger to beckon her forward and displayed a set of prominent fangs for her benefit. ‘It’s jolly good…’

‘Fine.’ She managed to get her trembling hands under control and she used them to smooth her auburn waves carefully around her face. Rearranging the long folds of her dress, which had become decidedly rumpled as she’d worn them dangling around her face for the duration of the spanking, she then took great care to pick up the knife by its unsullied handle and looked at it with displeasure.

‘You be a good girl and give it to your friends, now. You know exactly what will happen if you don’t, princess.’ He waved her back into the ballroom beyond, where a lively orchestral tune had just struck up. Her face turned to the lights streaming through the open doors and he knew she wanted to make a break for the safety of the walls within. She had much to learn. Nowhere would be safe for her anymore. In fact, safety would not be a usable word in her vocabulary from this night forth. ‘After you’ve finished with your death buddies, come back here and we’ll go party at mine. I’ll show you what you’ve been missing all these years.’ He unearthed his fangs again for good measure, and curled his tongue around a sharp point.

He knew she had to bite down the urge to scream at him. It would have been immensely entertaining had he not been coping with third degree burns.

‘You wouldn’t want to give me any hints or tips on how to remove that arrogant head of yours from your body, would you?’ Her voice held a simpering, sweet quality, and her little girl antics made him want to throw her down on the ground and cover her entire body with grass stains.

‘What can I say?’ He shrugged. ‘You’ll probably need to take a step over into the other side of life to find out though, precious. You’ll never kill me as a human.’

‘You’re the most vile and loathsome creature, I’ve ever met, Martinet. Using my fantasy was a low blow. Sexy stranger you may be, but you were hardly a knight-in-shining-armour. Next time you grope around for fantasies inside my head, make sure you do the job properly,’ she barked.

‘You came didn’t you? What more do you want? Rose petals and a fanfare? Tell you what, next time I’ll get out the horse and carriage and we can go for a proper ride…’ Martinet didn’t bother continuing. He was presented with her back as she stomped off and damned if she didn’t have a mighty fine ass to ogle.

‘Your performance was appalling, by the way.’ She did not raise her voice to utter the condemning statement, but she was well aware that she didn’t need to. What was it with women who always needed to get the last word in?

He cupped his hands around his mouth and yelled, ‘Good thing I’ll be getting plenty of practise in later then, isn’t it?’ He had to raise his voice quite significantly to make sure he could be heard by her inferior ears. No reply was forthcoming, but he knew she’d heard him by the stiffening of her neck and the tightening of her fingers.


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Sexy woman in red dress (lap and legs only) with "Ooh! C.P. Mandara" superimposedBio: Christina (C.P.) Mandara was born in the UK, but has spent most of her life travelling the world. She speaks three languages and has been chiefly employed in the fields of finance and travel. Her favourite city is Sydney and her favourite holiday destination is the south of France.

She loves keeping fit and enjoys running, cycling and water sports. No, not those kinds of water sports; think surfing or sailing. That doesn’t mean that she doesn’t enjoy BDSM in all of its glorious forms, be that pony girls, bondage, edge play, orgasm denial or a damn good spanking. Her favourite item in the toy closet (a box simply isn’t big enough) is her riding crop.

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


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Blog {Blissful Blog}




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Other Works by C.P. Mandara

 Pony Tales Series

The Riding School (1)

Learning the Ropes (2)

Hot to Trot (3)

Named and Shamed (4)

A Rough Ride (5)

Evading Death Series

Dancing With Death: Ensnared and Enraptured (Prequel)

Desiring Death (1)

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8 Feb 2015

NSFW Excerpt from Witches’ Waves

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It’s Masturbation Monday, and you know what that means: hot scenes you shouldn’t read at work because they might inspire you to … well, you know! That’s why, despite the “Monday” in the name, this is going live on Sunday. If you’re “enjoying” some snow, this steamy M/M scene should keep you warm. I figured it was time to bring the cast of my sexy paranormal romance Witches’ Waves out to play again. This very naughty excerpt show Kyle the serious otter dual and Deck the surfer-witch reuniting after commitment-shy Deck bolted. Kyle’s back because he’s just rescued beautiful witch Meaghan and needs Deck’s help to keep her safe–but right now neither of them are thinking about much except each other.


Witches' Waves book cover

With each step forward, Declan told himself no. But he kept walking. It didn’t help that Kyle met him halfway.

Declan froze at the last second. He’d rejected Kyle once, run like a rabbit from something he realized too late he wanted. Just because Kyle was still attracted didn’t mean he’d want to take the chance of being hurt again, especially not with the lovely, mysterious Meaghan depending on him.

But when he opened his arms in invitation, Kyle was in them, pressing his slender, sinuous body against Declan’s more solid one, drawing him down into a kiss.

Almost as soon as they touched—certainly as soon as their lips met—Declan’s cock snapped to awkward attention.

He needed. Lord and Lady, he needed. Something about Kyle made everything feel all right, made him feel like whatever challenges they faced, whatever the Agency might do, they’d be able to handle it.

He was pretty sure it wasn’t anything deep and metaphysical. He was on such a hormonal high that everything seemed like it was fine.

Kyle was in his arms, Kyle was kissing him, Kyle’s energy was caressing him everywhere and Kyle’s hands were doing their best to do the same. Declan slid his own hands down to cup the other man’s firm ass. With a muffled groan, Deck ground their crotches together. Arousal, sharp and hot and almost painful, shot through him.

Deck’s red magic was as squirrelly as his other powers, sometimes as erratic as a teenage virgin’s, sometimes nearly as strong as Elissa’s, though a lot more chaotic. Right now it was running so high the world turned red and crackled with energy, and they both had all their clothes on. Instinctively, he shunted the power the two of them were raising to strengthen Meaghan’s shields. The poor girl was almost as naked as a normy and more psychically open than his cousin Portia. At least Portia didn’t have seizures when she telepathically tapped into someone else’s thoughts.

Then Kyle’s hand snaked into his pants and Deck was glad that the red magic could do its thing without his brain involved now that he’d directed it, because his brain and his body both wanted to focus on Kyle.

It was all he could do not to start undressing in the garden, even though it was early summer in the Pacific Northwest, cool for naked shenanigans.

He’d forgotten that duals didn’t feel cold the way humans did—and otters spent a lot of time in the chilly waters of the Pacific.

When Kyle groped at the zipper of Deck’s jeans, Deck stopped feeling cold too.

“I think all the time about sucking you,” Kyle whispered, his voice harsh and throaty. “I dream about it. Even when I’m not wordside.”

Deck tried to find words for all the reasons this was a bad idea.

But with Kyle’s hands stroking his quivering dick, all Deck could say was, “Me too. I dream of your mouth and my cock. I just plain dream of you.”

Kyle grinned, his lips moist and red, his mouth a little toothy to be human. Then he sank to his knees—and he really sank, not the semi-awkward scramble or flop most humans would manage, as if Kyle surrendered fully to the moment without any thought for his kneesexposed in board shorts, or possible rocks and mud—and released Deck fully from his jeans.

The air was chill on Deck’s newly bared skin, but Kyle’s mouth was hot. Dual hot, hotter than a human’s, and he used it like it had no purpose other than pleasuring Declan Donovan’s cock.

Before he lost his mind completely to sensation, Deck set up a quick-and-dirty keep-away spell on the area. Kids would decide they wanted to play somewhere else. Adults might guess why they had this urge to be anywhere but the back vegetable plot, but would respect the wish for privacy. Akane and the duals living with or visiting the family would be oblivious to the spell—it took a lot to magic a dual and even more to affect an immortal kitsune like Akane—but with any luck they were busy.

He felt the spell rise up, an earthen wall surrounding a waterspout.

Then he gave himself up to the wet heat of Kyle’s mouth.

Demons and devas, even Kyle leaning against him was erotic. Deck couldn’t remember ever being as aware of his partner’s energy as he was now, twining over his skin, caressing places Kyle’s mouth and hands couldn’t.

Kyle’s body was hot, and his mouth was hotter, but his energy was deliciously cool. Blue and brown, ocean and shore, calming the earth, containing the lightning, dancing with the water of Declan’s magic, balancing it. Kyle felt different from another water witch. The water energy wasn’t flowing through Kyle. It was him, on a very deep level. Water energy and a predatory yet playful force that had a vibrant color Deck couldn’t name.

Pleasure beat inside Deck. One hand cupped the back of Kyle’s head. Deck couldn’t help curling his fingers into Kyle’s dense hair, as if Kyle was his to control—which he suspected Kyle wanted at the moment, from the way he went so readily to his knees.

He thrust into Kyle’s mouth at the thought, unable to contain himself, and Kyle’s energy flared in joyful response.

With his other hand he gripped Kyle’s shoulder for balance, since all the blood seemed to be draining away from his brain. Even Kyle’s muscles moving under his long-sleeved tee-shirt added to Deck’s arousal, as if the palms of his hands had become an erogenous zone.

Kyle’s tongue teased at the slit of Deck’s cock. One hand fondled his balls just the way Deck liked. Then Kyle engulfed him, taking him deep. The muscles of his mouth and throat worked, his tongue lapped at Deck’s shaft.

And Kyle’s other hand worked between Deck’s cheeks so his fingers touched the puckered opening of his ass.

It was almost too much, after such a long time with nothing but dreams of this man. For a fleeting instant, Deck managed to focus on the flow of magic and energy between him and his playmate to prolong his pleasure.

Then that clever finger infiltrated his ass. Deck shot into Kyle’s mouth, unable to stop, unable to do anything but cry out something that he’d meant to be Kyle’s name, but didn’t sound like English or Gaelic.

Head swimming from the explosive force of the orgasm, Deck wobbled on his feet and wished he’d taken the time to get Kyle to his place, an unoccupied guesthouse or anywhere there was a bed.

Of course, if they’d taken that extra time, he might have talked himself out of the blowjob, and certainly out of what he did next.

Which was to draw Kyle to his feet and hold him close, glorying in the feel of Kyle’s energy surging over his skin.

Intrigued as well as aroused? Here’s more info:

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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6 Feb 2015

Cover Reveal: Thrill-Kinky

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Book Cover for Thrill-Kinky: embracing heterosexual cover with an overlay of stars

At last I can share the lovely (or as the heroine’s best friend, Xia the felonious felinoid, would say, “pretty-pretty”) cover for the first book in my new science fiction romance series Chronicles of the Malcolm. (Yes, I’m a fan of Firefly. What makes you ask?) Thrill-Kinky won’t be out from Samhain until May 12, 2015. It won’t even be up on Amazon or other sites for pre-order for a few more weeks. But I couldn’t wait to show this off and give you the official blurb.

Chronicles of the
Malcolm, Book 1

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

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.



28 Jan 2015

Welcome Normandie Alleman

Posted by Teresa Noelle Roberts. 1 Comment

Fireman in full gear and fire. Caption: "He fought fire every day but training her would be his greatest challenge yet. "

Today I’m welcoming Normandie Alleman to the blog to talk about sexy firefighters and Daddy Doms and their adult “little girls.” If this is a new concept to you: it’s a style of kinky relationship between consenting, non-related adults that involves a nurturing, guiding style of dominance. It may also involve a good dose of playfulness and maybe brattiness from a sub who acknowledges her inner child. (From the excerpt, it sounds like Normandie’s heroine Charmaine has the brat part down but, at the beginning, not in a way that’s fun for her or anyone else.) Normandie, I hope I’ve explained this well!


Plus, she’s hosting a Rafflecopter giveaway for two $50 Amazon gift cards.

Thanks for hosting me today. Who doesn’t love a firefighter? These brave men are our quintessential heroes, and women love them. But what makes them so irresistible?

Top 10 Reasons We Love Firefighters

  1. Firefighters are strong – both physically and emotionally.
  2. He performs heroic acts on a daily basis. You can count on him.
  3. Men are sexier in uniform.
  4. Firefighters run into burning buildings. He’s unlikely to flee when the going gets tough.
  5. He can literally sweep you off your feet.
  6. They constantly put others’ needs above their own.
  7. He probably knows how to cook.
  8. Everyone you know will approve, including your parents.
  9. Firefighters protect people. He’ll make you feel safe.
  10. Have you seen the CALENDARS?!!

Book cover for Poor Little Daddy's Girl. Buff, shirtless firefighter carrying pretty woman.

The Daddy’s Girl Series is about a group of girls who gravitate towards Daddy Dom/little girl relationships. The hero in my new release, Poor Little Daddy’s Girl, is a sexy firefighter. Here’s a sample:


It was then he heard the screaming. He entered the apartment, ran down a hallway toward the noise, and quickly located a girl crying in the corner of a bedroom. Even through the haze of the fire, Hunter noticed the pure luxury of the apartment. The silver gilt bed frame looked as if it belonged at Versailles, the craftsmanship was so detailed and over the top.

“Fire department,” he said identifying himself. “Are you all right?” He took the girl by the arm.

She looked up at him with arresting blue eyes. “I think so.”

“Good, let’s get you out of here. Anyone else here?” he asked guiding her back to the door where Mitch was controlling the inferno with the fire-hose.

She shook her head no. “Just me,” she said, a startling loneliness shining in her eyes. He shook it off. He must be imagining things.

Mitch waved them past, “Anybody else?”

Hunter shook his head, “Negative. She’s the only one.”

“Take her down. I got Johnston and Pulaski on their way up. We got this.”

Hunter gave Mitch a thumbs up, put his arm around the girl’s waist and led her into the stairwell.

He took the stairs two at a time and she tried to keep pace with him. Once they reached the first landing, he turned to make sure she was following. She had no apparent injuries, except for possible smoke inhalation, but she was ambulatory, no need for him to carry her.

Taking her in he realized for the first time how beautiful she was. Her wild hair stuck out every which way. The unruly locks consisted of several different colors and it looked more like a mane than any hair he’d ever seen; she reminded him of a lion. Her blue eyes pierced his soul and mesmerized him at the same time. It was an unsettling combination. “Are you sure you’re not injured?” he asked.

“No, I’m okay,” she gazed up at him pitifully. “But my head hurts. Do you think they’ll ever turn off that freaking alarm?” She rubbed her temples.

“Once the fire is out,” he said.

“Crap! Can’t you make it sooner?” she pleaded.

He held out a hand to her and started down the next flight of stairs. “It’s not my job to see that it’s turned off. Somebody who works in the building will have to do it. Come on.”

She stalled on the top step, put her hands on her hips and stuck out a luscious bottom lip. “Can’t you carry me?”

He couldn’t have been more shocked if she’d slapped him. Carry her? Down sixty-something flights of stairs. Who did this bitch think she was, the Queen of England? Some people he’d rescued lost their mind in times of crisis and this girl was definitely one of them if she thought he was going to do that.

Remembering his position helped him control his urge to tell her where to stick it. He’d been passed up for captain once already due to his impulsive behavior in the field. The last thing he needed was the little rich girl making trouble for him. “You’re fine, you can walk,” he said calmly and began walking down the stairs.

She remained on the top step kicking it with her pretty foot, her toenails perfectly manicured with hot pink nail polish. “But my head hurts,” she whined.

“No,” he said firmly. “Now come on.”

“But if I were burned you’d have to carry me down, right?”

“Yes, but you’re not burned, are you?”

She scowled at him.

“Come on,” he ordered her testily.

But rather than complying with his request she sat down on the top step, crossed her arms and rested her forehead on them.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me! Ma’am, there is a fire up there. It is my job to see you to safety. Now let’s go!” His blood began to churn, and he struggled to keep his temper in check.

She didn’t budge.

Exasperated, he climbed the short flight of stairs to her. When he reached her he picked her up, flung her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, and started back down the stairs.

“What are you doing?” she asked, wriggling in his arms. She wasn’t specifically fighting him, but she wasn’t making it any easier to carry her either.

“My job,” he answered her through clenched teeth.

She tussled with him, but he held her tightly and she was no match for his strength. Frustrated little sounds bubbled up from her throat, but he kept going, determined to get her downstairs to safety.

After descending about ten flights of stairs she yelled, “Put me down!” and started kicking at him.

“No,” he answered, afraid her gyrations would send them both tumbling down the stairs.

“But this is hurting my head. All the blood is rushing to my head, plus that noise, it’s killing me.”

“Hold still or I will have to give you a spanking!”

He felt her stiffen. “You can’t be serious.”

“Oh, I’m deadly serious. If you don’t co-operate you’re going to hurt yourself or both of us.”

Bent over his shoulder, she squealed as she beat on his back with tiny fists.

She wasn’t going to behave. This was a woman who liked to play games, and he had little patience for people like that.

She wore a skirt and he knew he should leave her skirt down, but a need deep inside him got the better of him and he pulled it up to reveal two round, tanned globes interrupted by a thin strip of yellow fabric that served as underwear. His breath caught in his chest for a second as he admired her ass.

He knew better. The higher-ups and the paper pushers would try to take his shield if they ever found out about this. But they didn’t know. They wouldn’t last a day in the field and he smiled to himself picturing some of them trying to get this entitled brat down from her ivory tower. It would never happen.

Allowing his frustration to take over he gave her cheeks a smack, and then another. To his surprise his victim didn’t scream or cry out. In fact, he thought he heard her moan, though it was difficult to be sure over the ear-splitting alarm that still rang through the building.

Realizing she could take it, he struck her harder and harder until he felt her tense up and clutch his coat with a whimper. His cock twitched with arousal and he swatted her again with the same velocity. He’d transformed her bottom into juicy reddish-pink globes and realized they would be nice and warm by now.

He paused and removed one of his heavy gloves. The moment his skin touched hers the electricity in the air became palpable. Her smooth, baby-soft skin felt like velvet as he touched it with his fingertips. Then he grazed her bottom with his palm, wishing he were somewhere else doing this under different circumstances.

Remembering himself, he pulled down her skirt and delicately set her on the stairs, her blue eyes wide, her lips slightly parted.

She was speechless.

He had unnerved her, the lovely penthouse-dweller, and he liked it. This chick was probably used to ordering everyone around, always getting her way. Maybe his spanking would wake her up, teach her a thing or two. He stared at her evenly. “Now, you are going to walk the rest of the way down and you are not going to give me any more trouble. Do we understand each other?”

Her lips curled up slightly at the corners and she managed, “Yes, sir.”


Twenty-four-year-old Charmaine Bainbridge appears to have it all—beauty, fame, and tremendous wealth—yet behind all the glitz and glamor hides a sad little girl who has been abandoned by every man she’s ever loved.

When firefighter Hunter Baldwin saves Charmaine from a fire in her penthouse apartment—a blaze started by her own carelessness—he’s appalled by her nonchalant attitude. Forced to carry her to safety, he throws her over his shoulder, but not before correcting her behavior with a well-deserved spanking. Something about Charmaine arouses him deeply, and it isn’t just her gorgeous looks. This girl needs to be firmly corrected and thoroughly dominated, and a part of Hunter demands that he be the one to take her in hand.

Though he’s used to charging into burning buildings on a daily basis, Hunter knows taming Charmaine’s wild ways may prove to be his greatest challenge yet. Undeterred, he takes on the role of Charmaine’s daddy dom in hopes of breaking down her defenses and healing her wounds. But can she bring herself to open her heart to him, or will she remain the lonely little rich girl forever?

Publisher’s Note: Poor Little Daddy’s Girl is the third book in the Daddy’s Girl series. It incorporates characters from the first two books in the series, but it is a stand-alone novel. This book includes spankings, sexual scenes, BDSM content, and more.

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Coming soon to Blushing Books!

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Author Bio: A former psychologist, Normandie has always been fascinated by human behavior. She loves writing quirky characters that are all too human. Fiber arts, baking, and Pinterest are a few of her favorite pastimes. She lives on a farm with a passel of kids, an adorable husband, and a pet pig who’s crazy for Red Bull.

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Her website: www.normandiealleman.com


27 Jan 2015

Hot News on a Snowy Day

Posted by Teresa Noelle Roberts. No Comments

Golden Flogger Award -- Nominee

While Winter Storm Juno apparently “disappointed” New York City, we’re getting plenty of snow here in SE Massachusetts, and it’s supposed to continue all day and into the night.


out the basement slider

Our wood pile is under there somewhere.

jeff footprints

My husband had to work this morning (life in law enforcement), but our road hasn’t been plowed. He trudged to the main road and someone else from the police department picked him up.

Luckily, I have some red-hot good news on this blustery day! My novel Out of Control has been nominated for a Golden Flogger Award for Best BDSM Romance. Check out the list of nominees; it’s quite impressive and I’m honored to be among them.


My husband is threatening to make an actual gold (or gold lamé or faux gold fine chain) flogger to commemorate this happy event. My cats, on the other hand, remain unimpressed, which is about typical. They’re far more interested in the crazy weather…but even that is mostl of interest because it means we have the wood stove going.

31 Dec 2014

2015: A Year for Magic and Bountiful Possibilities

Posted by Teresa Noelle Roberts. 6 Comments

2015 A Year for Magic Photo

It’s 9:30 PM EST on New Year’s Eve 2014 , and being a writer, I’m at the computer, stringing words together as a way of making sense of the year that’s ending in a few hours and looking ahead to the one that’s to come.

2014 was my “Year of Yes,” and I’ve reviewed it in two posts (one with lots of photos.) I’ve declared 2015 to be “the Year of Bountiful Possibilities. I’d originally thought of Boundless, but decided Boundless was too daunting because then I’d feel obliged to follow up on all of them. Bountiful implies so many one can pick and choose in a semi-sane fashion. Bountiful also implies abundance, and that’s something I want to encourage in my life. Or more to the point, I want to encourage my belief in abundance. The Cat-Herder and I have a lot: a comfortable house, enough land for a lavish garden, a loving family, amazing friends, exceptional cats and the opportunity to do work that matters to us. We’re far from rich, but we were able to spend two weeks in Italy in 2014 and we’re still eating on a regular basis. We’re truly blessed. And yet I’m always focused on what we don’t have, when I need to remember that my life is…well, abundant, bountiful and full of possibilities.

When some of my writer friends decided to do a New Year’s Day blog stopover on the theme of 2015: A Year of Magic, I decided Magic and Bountiful Possibilities work well together. After all, I do write paranormal and fantasy romances, as well as contemporary erotic romances, erotica and SF romance. (See what I mean about going for bountiful, but not boundless possibilities? When faced with many options, I try to choose them all. If I tried to write every genre or subgenre I like to read, I’d be even crazier than I already am.)

My plans for this new year are still nebulous. Normally I set goals for the coming year on Samhain (Halloween), which marks the year’s turning for many Pagans, but at that time I was still thick in 2014, my head full of Italy and a book in progress, and couldn’t really look ahead. I have a long list of books I’d like to write this year, but haven’t completed a work plan to get even some of them done. I haven’t started sketching out my vegetable garden. I haven’t sat down with the Cat-Herder to discuss “couple” plans, goals and dreams, though we’ll do that tonight. I know one of his dreams is to see me relax sometimes, take more time to have fun with him and still manage this whole self-employed writer gig, but we need to figure out strategies for that. I’m a planner, so all this makes me a little uneasy. But I’m trying not to let it. After all, we do know one thing about 2015, and it’s pretty damn magical.


Pebbles on the sea shore.

This has nothing to do with anything. I’m just fond of the picture.

Our big vacation will be in New Orleans in June. The Year of Bountiful Possibilities actually started in late December of the Year of Yes, when things came together very quickly to allow us and our traveling buddies S&P to set up a trip to this amazing city; we hadn’t thought a return visit was in the cards for a few more years. Interestingly, one of the books on the 2015 to-write list is set in New Orleans, so the trip will be productive and possibly tax-deductible  as well as amazingly fun. Since New Orleans is a city with a strong magical heritage, as well as a place we all love very much and have been hoping to revisit for several years, and the New Orleans book I have in mind is a paranormal, I think that fits.

As for the rest of the year, I know it will involve mountains and beaches, gardening and times with friends and the Cat-Herder, good food and wine, yoga and hiking, and of course a lot of writing. Maybe in the spirit of magic and boundless possibilities, I should let the details sort themselves out. But in the paranormal universes I create, magic takes both spontaneity and planning, so a plan will happen, knowing it will not survive contact with the boundless possibilities of reality.

I wish you all a 2015 full of magic and positive possibilities. If you want some inspiration, stroll through my friends’ blogs and see what their goals, plans and wishes are for the coming year. Knowing them, you’ll get to enjoy some sexy snippets and hear about some HEAs as well.




30 Dec 2014

The Year of Yes in Review: The Pictures

Posted by Teresa Noelle Roberts. No Comments

Roman ruins

The Roman Forums

A lifetime ago, I started exploring photography. This was back in the day when photography meant film, and serious photography often meant black and white. I took a lot of pictures with my old Nikon. I even developed my own film.

And then I stopped. I think I felt unfaithful to writing by dabbling in another art form. I’m pretty sure there was some subtle discouragement from my ex, a talented photographer who’d let his own work slide as soon as other people started recognizing his talent. (The man had a few issues with his own creativity and self-esteem, and it ended up meaning we were poisonous for each other.) Oh, I still took snapshots with a simple “PhD” (Push Here Dummy) digital camera and occasionally realized some of them were damn good despite the limitations of the camera, but I didn’t think of it as anything important.

Then late last year my old camera died and I had gathered my courage and asked for a decent digital camera for Yule.

I think it was part of what made the Year of Yes possible.

So without further ado, I offer a few pictures of the year. They’re not all art, and they’re not in chronological order, but I think they encompass the adventures.


Italian street market

Plaza and ocean view, Sorrento

View from the hotel, Sorrento

The ocean from Mt Agamanticus, York, ME

The ocean from Mt Agamanticus, York, ME. (At 1800 feet, it’s not quite a “real” mountain, but since it’s rising off a coastal plain that floods at high tide it gives the effect of being one.)

Florence at sunset

Florence at sunset

Statue: David by Bernini

Bernini’s David, Rome

Ancient statue of Romulus and Remus being nursed by their wolf foster mother. (

Ancient statue of Romulus and Remus being nursed by their wolf foster mother, Rome.

Borderlands State Park after a snow storm

Borderlands State Park after a snow storm

Red squirrel eating an acorn

Red squirrel. I entered this picture into my first photo contest ever. Didn’t win, but that wasn’t really the point.

Bare trees and winter sky

Bare trees and winter sky, Borderlands State Park


Light on the water

View from Mt Monadnock

The view from Mt. Monadnock

Panorama from Moose Hill in Sharon, MA May 2014. Foxboro Stadium in the distance

The view from Moose Hill

The Cat-Herder from the back (which is how he prefers to be photographed), in a spring woodland setting near a creek.

The Cat-Herder from the back (which is how he prefers to be photographed), Moose Hill

Lady Slipper, Hoxie's Gorge (Finger Lakes Trail near Marathon, NY)

Lady Slipper, Hoxie’s Gorge (Finger Lakes Trail near Marathon, NY)

30 Dec 2014

The Year of Yes in Review: The Text

Posted by Teresa Noelle Roberts. 2 Comments

Teresa on top of Mt. Monadnock

On top of Mt. Monadnock, New Hampshire

At the start of 2014, I pronounced it the Year of Yes and vowed to embrace new experiences and get out of my comfort zone. How did I do?

In the course of the year I:

  • Took up power/vinyasa yoga and stuck with it
  • Cut my hair very short after years of a matronly and not very flattering bob
  • Lost 25 pounds
  • Figured out how to be my foodie self and still keep that weight off. (Mostly. I did put on a few pounds over the holidays, but I know how to lose them again.)
  • Self-published for the first time
  • Took literally thousands of pictures, letting myself enjoy photography as an art form for the first time in 30 years.
  • Entered a photo contest sponsored by Mass Audubon. I didn’t win or even place, but I had the guts to try, which means a lot.
  • Climbed two mountains and did a lot of other hiking. (And took pictures of all of it!)
  • Finally did a “duck tour” of Boston after living here for 20 years, and had other local adventures
  • Visited Italy for two full weeks with the Cat-Herder and two dear friends. I immersed myself in the amazing experience, and while I was there didn’t freak out about money and didn’t work (much). And I’ve managed to only have a few credit card-related meltdowns since we got home, which is huge for me.
  • With all this going on, I still finished writing four books and have another two nearly done.

After the success of the Year of Yes, I almost proclaimed 2015 the Year of Still More Yes. The Cat-Herder, however, persuaded me that as a wordsmith, I could come up with something better than that. So I am now looking forward to the Year of Bountiful Possibilities–and having decided that, bountiful possibilities are already rolling in. But more on that with my first post of the new year.

Stay tuned for the year in review in pictures!

Teresa and the Cat-Herder in a gondala in Venice looking snuggly

A rare picture of both of us… I actually let someone else use my beloved camera

25 Dec 2014

A Witches’ Waves Holiday Gift (Not Safe for Children or Prudish Relatives)

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otters in santa hatsMerry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah a little late, or, as an otter dual like Kyle might say, “Have a cool Yule.” (Duals and witches both do their major celebrating on Yule or Solstice, but duals–especially otter and fox duals–consider the sheer number of competing early-winter holidays as a sign from Trickster that late November through early January should be one long party. )

Not in the mood for cute fuzzy animals this AM? Most of the festivities at this time of year that originated north of the Equator are festivals of light, so this is kind of appropriate. Right?

naked man with xmas lights

Okay, that’s stretching it, but the picture sets the mood for my final gift to you, an explicit ménage scene that didn’t make it into Witches’ Waves. Can you believe it? My editor said there was plenty of sex already and I had to get on with wrapping up the plot. (She was right, but it left this perfectly delicious scene hanging out with no place to go.) Remember as you read this that Meaghan is blind and, prior to meeting the guys, had a history of sexual trauma. Also remember the scene didn’t go through a full editorial  process, so any infelicities are my responsibility, not Samhain’s.

Witches' Waves book cover

The next day was sunny after the night’s storm, and relatively warm for late June in Oregon. During a break from magic lessons, Meaghan was drinking in the simple pleasures of listening to the ocean, leaning against Kyle with Deck lying in her lap. So this was what freedom was like, at least sometimes. Freedom and being in love. “I could get used to this,” she murmured.

“I hope so,” Deck quipped, “because you’re stuck with us now.”

Kyle, sitting behind Meaghan, distracted her by nibbling on her neck, then pulled Meaghan’s shirt over her head and used it to trap her hands in place behind her back. Deck chuckled, rose to his knees, and supported her with one strong arm—which also held her hands in place. With his free hand, he joined Kyle in caressing her breasts.

For an instant, Meaghan panicked and fought against the soft restraint. When she realized she could get free at any time and Kyle wasn’t trying to stop her, she relaxed a bit. The cool salt and warm sun felt wonderful on her bare breasts—she hadn’t bothered with a bra, at least partly in hope that there would be time for play breaks during the day—and she knew she was safe with Kyle and Deck.

In fact, the hint of restraint felt good, sensual. It heightened the pleasure of Kyle’s and Deck’s hands on her bared skin. And that made her feel bad. She’d been willing to die for freedom. It didn’t make sense that she could be into bondage.

“Breathe,” Kyle whispered. “If this freaks you out too much, let us know. Bondage doesn’t work for some people.”

“But this isn’t really bondage, not like I do to Kyle sometimes,” Deck added, his breath hot at her other ear. “More a way to help you focus on pleasure. As well as a way to see if you might enjoy bondage, which is something Kyle and I both enjoy.” His voice dropped to a lower, even sexier register. “Will you try this for us?” Meaghan’s body was thinking more and more that it was a great idea, but her brain still fought the pleasure. She’d been helpless too long. She didn’t want to be helpless anymore.

And then she realized she wasn’t helpless. Even if she’d been chained up like a violent prisoner, not lightly and teasingly restrained with a sweatshirt and the hand of someone she loved, she could always call upon her magic. She might not get very far against the more experienced Deck, but she didn’t need to in this case. She just needed to know she had recourses, a possible escape route.

And of course, she had a far easier way out if she needed it. She could just tell the guys to stop, and they’d listen to her. She opened herself to them, let their auras blossom in her mind. Nothing there but desire and love and the fine, silver cords that bound them all together.

She was safe and she had power. Magical power. Power within the relationship.

As soon as she realized that, she knew she could let go and enjoy Kyle and Deck’s game.

“Yes,” she said, surprised by how sultry she sounded. “Yes. Please.”

She swore she felt the air between Deck and Kyle ripple with heat and maybe something else, a playful kind of conspiracy. Their hands teased and stroked until she moaned and arched against them.

The men shifted slightly. Deck let go of her wrists as he did so, but Meaghan didn’t try to wiggle out of the symbolic bonds of the constraining shirt. She was surprised, in fact, to realize she wished Deck had kept his grip on her, because it had felt good. Possessive, but in a lovely way, like he wanted to keep her close to him all the time.

And then she lost track of the thought when Kyle and Deck each took a nipple into their mouths. Together, they sprawled back on the blanket and Meaghan lost herself to sensation. Somewhere along the line, the sweatshirt fell off her wrists and no one bothered to put it back.

She decided she kind of missed the light bondage, but not enough to interrupt the pleasure of hands and mouths on her skin.

Breath caught in Meaghan’s throat. Anything resembling a coherent thought fled. All she could focus on was pleasure and need and the pulsing sound of the surf, reminding her of her vision of making love with Kyle and Deck in the water. “I… Please.” She cut herself off before she started begging.

She heard the smile in Kyle’s voice as he stopped nibbling her neck long enough to ask “What do you want, Meaghan? Tell us what you need.”

Meaghan’s mouth opened and closed without a sound coming out. She should let them set the pace, right? Shaw had never liked it when she tried to suggest something sexual…

But the heroines in her favorite books weren’t shy about letting their lovers know what felt good, at least once they figured it out themselves. Romance novels might not be the most realistic guide to life and relationships, but they were bound to offer a healthier and more fun perspective than Shaw. She already knew he was wrong about just about everything else. High time to stop trusting his dictates about what men liked.

“The hell with that,” burst out of her mouth before she could stop herself. Both men stopped what they were doing, to her chagrin. She couldn’t help laughing as she said, “I didn’t mean you. I meant the voice in my head trying to tell me to let you decide what we were doing. Especially since Kyle asked and everything.”

Kyle applauded and after a few beats, Deck joined in.

“I was wondering…could we have sex in the ocean? I had that vision before I even met you, and the ocean calls to all of us so strongly…”

Deck swooped in and kissed her lips, deep and sweet, before he answered. “Not the best idea here, for a couple of reasons. The ocean does call to all of us, but especially to you, and sometimes the attraction gets a little out of control. And you generate a lot of red magical energy, but we haven’t even started talking about how to use it…well, other than the obvious. We could get in a magical mess until you learn more control. And, well, until I can control myself around the two of you, which may be never.”

Meaghan felt herself blushing.

“What he’s not saying,” Kyle added, “is the water here is cold, even for water witches, so having sex in the water might not be as much fun as you’d think. If you’re shivering, I want it to be from pleasure, not hypothermia.”

“So I finally have a good vision and it can’t come true?” She tried not to sound like she was pouting, but she didn’t fancy she’d succeeded.

Deck wrapped both arms around her. “Not here and now, but it will happen. Meanwhile, one of the guest houses has a hot tub, kept clean with magic so the water feels alive, not all chemical tainted and dead…and no one’s using it right now.”

They found their way to the guest house in record time. Meaghan didn’t even bother putting her shirt back on.



Warm water and Kyle’s sure hands bore her up and Deck’s mouth was between her legs. It wasn’t her vision, but it felt like her vision, not just the water’s embrace but the love that flowed as freely as the water. So right, just like Deck’s mouth was right, drawing her desire high, filling her with wondrous tension as the warm water relaxed her in other ways. Just like Kyle’s hands were right on her skin, his lips right on hers.

An orgasm was building, hot and tight, and she was having a hard time telling where she left off and Deck and Kyle began. She tried to reach for them, but she was clumsy with desire and her hands closed on water.

Her shields eroded by passion, she let herself feel the water magically. The water was trapped in a huge tub, but it felt alive. Not like the ocean did, but charged, full of energy. Full of red magic, too. The water was clean and fresh, thanks to the spells on it, but lingering traces of magical energy revealed they weren’t the only people who stole away to make love in this special place. For some reason Meaghan liked that, liked feeling hints of their desire dance on her skin along with Deck’s and Kyle’s. Liked knowing the tame water here was still one with all the waters of the world.

The top of her head exploded. Her boundaries dissolved. She thrashed in the water as waves of climax broke over her, and Kyle’s mouth swallowed her cries.

She was still floating bonelessly when Deck helped her to lean against the side of the tub and positioned himself behind her. “Some women don’t stay lubricated in water,” he whispered, caressing her pussy. “But you’re a water witch, so that’s not going to be a problem. You and water get along.” The head of his cock replaced his fingers, stroking her slit, reawakening need.

“Kyle…” She reached out and his hand clasped hers.

“Right here, baby. Just off to the side so I can watch the fun until it’s my turn.”

“I want it to be your turn too. If you sat on the side of the tub, I could suck you.”

“Do you really want to, or are you saying that because you feel like you should?” Kyle’s fingers squeezed hers. “I’d love to feel your mouth on my cock, but only if you’re into it. The last time you suggested it, you didn’t smell all that enthusiastic about the idea.”

She couldn’t help smiling. “No, I suppose I didn’t. And I know you’ll both know if I’m lying so I’ll be honest: I haven’t had great experiences with sucking cock. But I like your cocks, and I like touching and kissing you, so it seems like something that should be fun with someone…”

“Who’s not Shaw,” Kyle finished for her. “I’ll try to be gentle.”

Deck made a small choking noise. Water splashed Meaghan as he moved aside and drew Kyle into an embrace. She heard kissing, then a sharp, quick slap, followed by Kyle’s moan. Deck began whispering, and she knew she shouldn’t try to hear, but damn it, they knew her hearing was sharper than most humans’, and she couldn’t help herself.

“You will be gentle, unless she signals for you not to be. Let her set the pace.” There was no mistaking that Deck’s words were an order. “And don’t you dare come in her mouth.” She wanted to say that didn’t seem fair to Kyle, but Deck added, “I want to taste your come today, but she asked first. We can share you.”

And the way Kyle breathed “Yes” told her everything she needed to know.

Kyle liked this. Liked the order. Liked the restriction.

And definitely liked knowing that both she and Deck would have his cock in their mouths.

Oh my God, or as people around here seemed to say, oh Powers.

The two men helped position her for this new adventure. Deck behind her, even harder, she thought, than before. Kyle in front of her, sitting on the wall. He was slick with water, radiating heat, and when she closed her hand around the base of his shaft, he sucked in his breath hard.

She bent her head down. He was damp with fresh water, his feet still in fresh water, but he still smelled like the ocean.

When she steeled her courage and took him into her mouth, he tasted like the ocean and his head rested lightly on her wet hair. It felt like the animal in him, the marine mammal, was blessing her.

Then Deck entered her, filling her as water surrounded them both.

Red magic exploded around the three of them. As Deck had said earlier, Meaghan had no idea yet what to do with red magic other than enjoy the way it danced on her nerve endings and caressed her in places Deck and Kyle couldn’t reach with their physical bodies. This time, with the three of them connected by touch and water, the red magic opened her to the two men in a way that would have been flat-out terrifying if the first thing she perceived wasn’t love.

Kyle’s hand rested lightly on her head as she learned how to breathe around his cock, learned how to relax and trust that he wouldn’t thrust wildly without warning. But she could sense the tension within him, sense how he wanted to grasp her hair firmly, the way he sometimes did when they kissed, how he wanted to control her movements. Not to hurt her, but simply to have control, to take charge. But he wouldn’t because Deck had said not to. Deck was holding and controlling Kyle with his eyes, as surely as he was holding her with strong hands on her hips. In some sense, she was a conduit between the two men, but a much-loved, much-desired one. They wanted her for herself, but it also meant something to both men that Deck could control the way Kyle touched her.

At the same time, she sensed that if she wanted the rough, dominant side both men held in check with her, she needed only ask and sound like she meant it.

She clenched at the thought. Yes, she wanted that sometime, wanted to experience the force and power of her two lovers unchecked. But not yet. Especially not with all the world’s waters touching her and red magic swirling around, because she wasn’t sure she could contain her own wild power if someone wasn’t maintaining control.

Kyle tasted good. She didn’t remember particularly enjoying the taste before, though she hadn’t hated it either. He filled her mouth, but he wasn’t choking her, so she was able to experiment. Get her hand involved, pulling back his foreskin. Swirl her tongue on his cockhead. Lick in different ways and vary her rhythm.

Although she realized her rhythm, more often than not, matched the rhythm set by Deck’s thrusts. She felt his self-control as well as the control he was exerting over Kyle, a web of energy surrounding all three of them. He was fucking her hard already, but he was holding back. She could sense the tension in his aura. Waiting for a signal, maybe.

She raised her head from Kyle’s cock long enough to give him one. “Please,” she said. “Please. I won’t break.”

“I might.” Deck’s voice was tight, thick with lust. “The water…and your magic and mine…and watching you sucking Kyle. It’s all I can do not to explode.”

She clenched even harder at his words and felt his cock jump inside her. “So explode. If I can’t keep up, I have faith one or both of you will help me out. And Kyle,” she added, looking up toward where she knew his face was, “I won’t break either. Not choking me is good. But you can pull my hair and stuff if you’d like. Show me how it feels best for you.”

“Remember what I told you. That still holds.” Deck’s voice had a deep burr she hadn’t heard before, and an authority that made her shiver.

“Yes, Deck. Yes.” Kyle’s voice also held a new note. Obedience, but joyful obedience, as if saying yes to Deck was one of the most wonderful things Kyle could imagine. And he was hoping, she realized, that she would come to feel the same way about Kyle calling some of the shots for her. Controlling her in bed, while he helped her explore freedom everywhere else. She sensed that part too, so she didn’t shy away.

She closed her mouth over Kyle again. Pushed back around Deck to reinforce her point. One of Deck’s hands slid around to find her clit, under the water. His thrusts became deeper, wilder. One of Kyle’s hands gripped her hair. The other cupped her cheek, his thumb trailing along her jawline. He moved her, gently but firmly, so she was taking him deeper into her mouth. Still not choking, not out of control.

Not out of control. In control, but controlling himself as well, for her sake and Deck’s.

And that was hotter than she could explain.

Meanwhile Deck fucked her, and his fingers circled her clit, and red magic charged the water that caressed them all.

Deck was the first to tumble over the edge, with a roar and a fierce thrust that sent water splashing everywhere. His orgasm echoed through Meaghan’s body. She began to shake, and as her muscles tightened, preparing for the surge of release, she pulled away from Kyle, afraid she might bite down. He didn’t try to keep her there.

Waiting for Deck, she sensed, not afraid she might bite. He might like it, considering how rough he liked Deck to be.

Then she stopped thinking as pleasure overtook her.

Kyle and Deck both held her up as she came.

Then Kyle drew her in close, so she was nestled against his thigh. She heard the movement of water as Deck stepped forward. “Wrap your hand around the base of his cock, Meaghan.” His voice sounded as dark and burred as it had addressing Kyle earlier, and Meaghan’s body, which she’d thought was sated, responded. She obeyed, not that it was really obedience when she’d been told to do something she wouldn’t have thought of, but really, really liked now that Deck had said it.

Kyle strained at her touch.

Deck crouched down in the water between Kyle’s legs. Meaghan felt the heat of his breath on her hand, felt Kyle’s body tense as he took Kyle’s cock into his mouth. Felt Deck’s lips kiss her fingers as his mouth glided down Kyle’s shaft. “Move with me,” Deck said, but she already was, catching the rhythm as she might the pulse of the surf.

It wasn’t long before Kyle arched back and cried out, a sound that held all the wildness of the ocean.

And then Deck kissed her with Kyle still on his lips and Meaghan thought she might weep from the blissful pressure of the magic and love that surrounded them.


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17 Dec 2014

A holiday read for a different holiday: A Satyr for Midwinter

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cover for A Satyr for Midwinter--hansome satyr and scantily clad lovely lady embracing

‘Tis the season for Christmas romances, full of brightly lit, fragrant trees, quotes from familiar carols, and kisses under the mistletoe. They’re often sweet as sugar cookies and hot cocoa, even when they’re sexy, and they induce waves of nostalgia for holiday traditions that might not even be your own.

A Satyr for Midwinter (Seasons of Sorania Cycle 4) is a bit different because it centers on the Winter Solstice. While it’s set in a fantasy world (the satyr in the title kind of gives that away!) I drew on actual Solstice traditions of various cultures for my Soranian holiday celebrations, as well as creating a few that fit with my imaginary culture. The Soranian religion, like many religions in the agrarian ancient world, focuses on the growing season, the needs of the land–and not surprisingly, uses human fertility and sexuality as part of its rites, a metaphor for the earth’s fertility. This story, of a satyr in need of healing, a noblewoman in need of joy and magic, and a sexy ghost, isn’t your classic Christmas romance–yet there’s a core of life-affirming sweetness as they celebrate the return of the light and let light and love into their own lives that I think fits the “holiday romance” genre.

Blurb: Laeca, Lady of Thermanae, missed out on the incredible good looks that bless the rest of her family–not to mention the talent for healing and sex-magic.

What she has is determination, pride, honor, and an unwavering dedication to the land and people of Thermanae. All its people, both human and satyr. She can’t remember the last time she let herself have fun. Sex is something that happens on the erotically charged Soranian holy days–if she actually has time to attend the festivals.

When a sick satyr collapses at her feet on Midwinter’s Day, Laeca realizes she’ll be passing on the yet another festival in order to nurse him, hoping common sense and herb tea will make up for lack of healing magic. But when she realizes Kallios is at death’s door because he wants to follow his murdered beloved, she makes a vow on her family honor to save him. By any means necessary. Including by restoring his will to live by reminding him how much fun sex is.

In the Soranian Empire, though, vows made on holy days have unexpected consequences. Or maybe Kallios’ dead lover’s ghost understands what the living need better than they do. Before the Longest Night is done, Laeca will find her magic and risk her life. Kallios will learn his dead lover isn’t necessarily gone. And all of them, including the dead man, will be changed by the powers of love, magic and the Longest Night.

Sexy excerpt:

The satyr’s lips met hers, tasting of honey and wine, and faintly underneath, of the herbs she’d given him. He gripped her hard enough to bruise.No one had ever done that to her before. She’d never had a lover who wasn’t aware she was Laeca, daughter of Thermanae and later Lady of Thermanae, who didn’t know her fierce, dangerous father and brother and even more dangerous mother and aunties—who didn’t feel he had to be careful with her.

Kallios could be rough with passion because he didn’t need to worry about such things. She didn’t know if the roughness itself or the fact he wasn’t from her world, didn’t come to her burdened with preconceptions, was what aroused her so. All she knew was that her pussy flooded at the edge of not-quite-pain.

Her body arched against his. “Now,” she said, breathing the words into his open mouth but knowing he’d still understand. “Please. Need you inside me.”

He lay back and raised her hips. “You’ll have to do most of the work, Laeca. Will you ride me?”

“Lord and Lady, yes!” She eased herself down onto the broad head of his cock.

She started off slowly, a bit awed by his size, by the slightly different,not-exactly human shape. But it felt too good.

She couldn’t be patient. Not when it had been so long.

And apparently he couldn’t be either, because he pulled her down just as she made up her mind to push herself.

Laeca gasped. She was full, so full it almost hurt, and yet it felt better than any lovemaking she’d ever experienced. “Sweet Lord and Lady,” she
swore—or was it a prayer?—and began to move over him, rising and falling on that great cock.

His hands gripped her, helping her move, helping her find the rhythm they both needed. The room grew heated, and not from the fire.

It was the day that edged into the Longest Night of Midwinter. Snow gripped Thermanae and the wind carried the sharp steel edge of a blizzard roaring in from the wilds.

And yet Laeca’s chamber filled with the scents of a warmer season—fresh fruit heated by the sun, herbs and grass crushed by lovers lying down
together in the hills, new wine, rich and heady, the sweetness of honey. And mingled with all that was another scent, an elusive yet heady musk
that got into her blood before she could identify it.

“Please,” she said, her voice alien to her, a seductress’s throaty whisper, not her own forthright, sardonic, occasionally commanding tone. “I need…I need…” Her voice trailed off. She wasn’t sure what she needed.

“You need about a week of my undivided attention when I am at my full strength. So much banked fire in you.”

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14 Dec 2014


Posted by Teresa Noelle Roberts. 1 Comment

Cover for Sexy in Your Stocking

Does someone on your gift list need something sexy in their stocking? Then Sophie Mouette, Andrea Dale and I have a gift idea for you!

From the naughty minds of three of today’s top erotica authors—Andrea Dale, Sophie Mouette, & Teresa Noelle Roberts—comes a collection filled with winter holiday delights! So curl up in front of a roaring fire, sip some eggnog, and tell Santa that on Christmas morning, you want to find something…Sexy in Your Stocking!

• The Queen of Christmas
• Frozen
• On the Twelfth Day
• Let It Snow
• Santa Claus is Comin’
• Mrs. Claus and the Naughty Elf
• Christmas Blizzard
• Happy Krampusnacht
• Running Away From Christmas
• A Bird in the Hand
• Bringing Back the Light
• Hidden Treasure


Here’s a naughty little snippet from “Happy Krampusnacht,” in which a loving kinky couple make a tradition of incorporating “Santa’s dark and twisted sidekick who carried a whip and switches” into their Christmas celebrations:

Krampusnacht card - demon threatening Victorian young woman who doesn't look all that upset

I don’t think she looks all that distressed, do you? More like playing along with the scene…

The cuffs were black leather lined with black fur and it didn’t take much to pretend that Krampus held me down with magic that was basically an extension of himself.

The spanking bench affected me differently from bending over a bed or chair, as I usually did, or Ben did when it was his turn on the receiving end. Immobilized in a somewhat awkward position, my ass high, my head low, my wet pussy exposed, I felt helpless, deliciously helpless, a prisoner in the anteroom of hell where Krampus entertained his wicked captives.

Lucky me.

Ben began to spank me, his gloved hand smacking hard into my ass. “You’re wet,” he growled before long. “You know you need correction, don’t you? It makes you feel good.” I yelped something that vaguely resembled yes, followed by a sigh. Even though he started with spanking rather than jumping right to switches and whips, this wasn’t a gentle, gradual warm-up. He started out hard and pushed harder with each spank, and soon my ass felt as red as Santa’s suit. It throbbed hotly, and my pussy throbbed in time with it. The sensation radiated out from my butt, and soon I felt warm and fuzzy and floaty, despite the occasional yelp of surprise at a particularly hard blow.

“Say it. You need correction and punishment.”

No argument there. “Oh God yes, I need this.”

“Good. Then it’s time for the next stage of your punishment. It takes a devil to beat the devil out of someone, you know.”

It was time for the flogger on his belt. He put it under my face, letting me get a good look. The falls were braided, heavy looking but soft. It would be thuddy.

“Kiss it,” he snarled. “Prove to me that you accept your punishment. That you crave it.”

I pressed my lips to the soft leather, breathing in its luscious, erotic smell. Then I looked up, hoping to see Ben’s eyes in Krampus’s latex face, but he was already moving behind me.

It was Ben who gently kissed my glowing butt and whispered, “Love you.” It was Krampus who used the flogger.

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9 Dec 2014

Lisa Carlisle visits with Dark Muse & the Chateau Seductions series

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Lisa Carlisle is a member of NECRWA, my RWA chapter, a charming person, and a very good writer. Today I’m welcoming her to the blog to talk about her new book Dark Muse. Oooh, doesn’t that just sound sexy?

Dark Muse

Chateau Seductions series

It takes time before Gina Meiro warms up to people and her shyness is often misunderstood. She hasn’t had to worry about meeting new people at a remote art colony until a new resident arrives—a rock guitarist more suited for a billboard. Her carefree days of painting at the medieval-styled castle on a remote New England island are shattered when she stumbles right into his welcome gathering.

After a falling out with his band, Dante Riani wants nothing more at Les Beaux Arts on DeRoche Island than solitude to work on new songs. When a shy young painter asks to paint him at sunset, he’s tempted by the opportunity to be alone with her.

Someone at the colony claims to know what Dante is and asks for his help. Dante fears his plans are coming undone, especially as grows more drawn to Gina. Her scent and vulnerability are too difficult to resist. But he must stay away from her—she would never understand his secret.



Gina bit her lip, building up the courage to speak her mind. “Actually, I was thinking something,” she confessed.

“Go on.”

“It may sound weird, and feel free to say no if it is.”

Dante’s eyes widened. “Something kinky?” he teased.

“No,” she swatted his arm. “Nothing like that.”

“How disappointing. So what’s on your mind?”

“I noticed you when I was inside the castle.” She left out the part about how long and how many days she had done this. “The silhouette of you playing guitar against the sunset is a perfect juxtaposition. Dark against light. The color contrast. The musician playing into the sunset. Brilliant.”

“Hmm.” He cocked an eyebrow. “I’m wondering where this is going.”

“Would you mind if I painted you one day?”

A smile crept from the corner of his decadent lips. “You don’t paint people often.”

She raised her chin. “I make exceptions when I see something worth painting.” Was she flirting? Time to shut the hell up. Heat rose in from her chest up to her cheeks. Always one to throw an awkward statement, she added, “Nobody would have to know it was you,” she added. “I’d hide your face.”

“You don’t like my face?” The hint of a smile developed into a full blown smirk.

“No!” She protested. “I do.” Shut up, Gina. You’re making it worse. “I meant for your privacy.”

“So you do like my face?” He grinned.

“I’m a p-painter,” she stammered. “I’m looking at this strictly as an artist not letting an opportunity slip her by.”

“So it’s for art, eh?” His eyes twinkled with amusement.

She nodded. This was a better move than trying to speak.

“I’ll think about it. Had plenty of photo shoots with the band, but never a painting. That’s kind of cool.” He stood up, picked up his guitar, and took a few steps toward the castle. Then he stopped and turned back. “I’d be careful about watching me too closely.”

“Why?” She smiled to match the sassy tone in her voice.

The smirk that had lingered on his face dropped away, replaced by a serious expression. “You might not like what you see.”

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Lisa Carlisle is a USA Today Bestselling author of romance and suspense. She loves stories with dark, brooding heroes and independent, caring heroines. Her romances have been named Top Picks at Night Owl Reviews and All Romance Ebooks. When she was younger, she worked at a variety of jobs in various countries. She backpacked alone through Europe and lived in Paris before returning to the U.S. and draws on her travels for inspiration for settings. Lisa also owned a bookstore for a few years as she loves to read. She’s now married with two kids, has a cat and many fish.

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6 Dec 2014

Congratulations, Trix!

Posted by Teresa Noelle Roberts. No Comments



You won the copy of Witches’ Waves in the Cranberries and Spice Blog Hop. I’ve emailed you for more info.


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22 Nov 2014

Cranberries and Spice Blog Hop: How about a magical ménage made in the ocean?

Posted by Teresa Noelle Roberts. 7 Comments

Happy weekend before Thanksgiving for US-based readers and happy random late-November day to everyone else. If you’re here from the Cranberries and Spice blog hop, welcome to my little corner of the Internet. Feel free to roam around and check out my various series, sign up for the mailing list, etc. (Same goes for the rest of you, but if you’re a regular visitor, you know where everything is.)

Today’s offering is from a brand-new paranormal release, Witches’ Waves (Duals and Donovans: the Different book 4) is explicit, so if your kid, your prim Aunt Ruth (or your boss, if you’re not in the US and enjoying a holiday) is looking over your shoulder, you might want to distract them. If your SO is looking, on the other hand…do enjoy. Together.

Want a gift for yourself this holiday season? Comment below to win an e-book copy of Witches’ Waves, your choice of formats. Drawing will take place on December 6, once the blog hop is over. Be sure to visit the other writers taking part in the Cranberries and Spice blog hop for more yummy (and non-caloric) excerpts and more chances to win. All the links are below.


Witches' Waves book cover

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 recovery

Duals and Donovans Series blurb:

Welcome to an America where the non-human Different and magically gifted humans live among ordinary people. Witches are both feared and honored, but shape-shifting duals are treated as second-class citizens. The Agency, a government agency that’s supposed to monitor illegal uses of magic and Different abilities, has developed its own dangerous agenda. But when Duals and witches join forces, the Agency and other bad guys aren’t going to know what hit them.

And neither are the witches and Duals. Witch magic grows from the positive energy of love and sex–and the only thing better than one dual for sex magic is two of them!

* * *

And now for something a little naughty, in which the blind witch Meaghan finds herself in a most enviable position:

“Please,” she moaned.

“Not yet,” Deck answered, surprising her. “I’m preparing Kyle. While he’s in you, I’m going to be in him. And later, we’ll switch. I want your pussy too.”

Meaghan hadn’t thought she could get any hotter, but Deck’s words, and the thought of him lying over both of them—fucking both of them, in a sense—aroused her even more. It must have worked on Kyle too because he made a strangled sound and sank into her.

“Impatient,” Deck chided, but he didn’t sound like he meant it.

Kyle’s cock felt perfect inside her. No, it wasn’t just Kyle’s cock that felt perfect. Kyle’s energy, Kyle’s spirit made the difference. His energy rippled over her skin as his hands did, touched places inside her deeper than his cock could reach. He was moving carefully, as if he didn’t want to come too soon or he feared he might break her, but she could sense a great tension. She moved to meet his thrusts, hoping to encourage him to let go.

Then Deck added his weight and heat to Kyle’s. Kyle growled deep in his throat and thrust harder into her. Deck’s magic embraced her. When the aural rainbow started to flash in her darkness, she didn’t fight it. She swore she felt it as Deck penetrated Kyle. Felt it as if he’d entered her, felt it as if she’d grown a cock and was entering someone’s hot, tight ass.

Kyle’s thrusts became harder, wilder, in time with the way Deck was fucking him, fast and furious and just what she wanted at this time. He bit at her shoulders, neck and breasts, staying just on the right side of the line between pain and pleasure. The one time he got too rough and she yelped, Deck murmured, “Careful, otter,” and apparently tugged on Kyle’s hair because he eased up and raised his head.

She could feel the two men kissing then, feel their tongues intertwining, feel the slight strain on Kyle because he was twisted around, and the way Deck took control of the kiss even though Kyle nipped at his tongue with sharp teeth.

Then Kyle was kissing her. His teeth were sharper than they’d been before, as if the animalside wanted to get out but he was reining it in. And Deck was there too. Though his hands were on Kyle’s hips and he touched her only with his legs, his saltwater and earth and lightning energy filled her.

Her magic swelled under their blissful assault, swelled so it filled her skin and then spilled over, a cool, damp ocean breeze teasing their heated skins. She didn’t know what to do with the energy, but she felt Deck’s magic, the red magic, reach out and seize some of it. “Ground,” he said, “Ground into us. I can make it work.” That seemed dangerous, but Deck touched one hand to her chest, over her heart, and suddenly she knew what to do.

The red flares in their auras surged until red was everywhere. “Now,” Deck ordered, and she had no doubt it was an order. “Now. Come for me.” Kyle cried out, a strange chittering, keening noise that didn’t sound like it should come from his wordside body, and he surged into her. Her arousal peaked, carrying her higher until she was flying in their arms.

Then she fell, but she was falling through warm, caressing magic, and the men fell with her, keeping her safe.

When she came back to herself, still weightless yet full of magic and love, her skin tingling with shared energy, she started to cry.


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18 Nov 2014

WITCHES’ WAVES Breaks Today…Here’s a Sexy Bit to Celebrate (NSFW)

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Witches' Waves book cover

Witches’ Waves is out at last! It’s almost bittersweet, because this book marks the end of a major story arc in the Duals and Donovans universe. I’m going to revisit the witchy Donovan clan and their sexy, part-time furry friends and lovers, but they’ll be playing in an altered world with new rules and new antagonists. Possibly new settings, too…I have a couple of ideas set in exotic settings. Venice. Borneo. Fun for me to contemplate as a writer, but it’ll be the start of a second series.

In any case, since the book’s finally out, I wanted to celebrate with a sexy excerpt. Remember as you read it that the heroine Meaghan is blind, so she’s learning about her new lovers, Kyle and Deck, without being able to see them. (A shame from a sighted person’s perspective, because they resemble these two famous hotties. Luckily for the reader, Kyle and Deck can see just fine and describe each other, and Meaghan, in yummy detail.)

Actor Tom Hiddleston (not playing Loki) Deck aka Chris Hemenworth

Before she could ask any more questions, four strong but gentle hands encouraged her to lie down on the big, rumpled bed.

Kyle’s mouth closed over her right nipple, hot, teasing. Deck lay on her other side, his broad-shouldered body pressed against her, every inch of skin that touched her a benediction.

Deck’s long hair spread over her skin, silky and feather soft—he’d used the drying spell on himself too, obviously—as he took her other nipple into his mouth. He and Kyle were doing the same thing, but it felt so different. Deck’s mouth was cooler than Kyle’s, and his hand, cupping her breast, was both bigger and rougher. Rougher in the sense of more calloused, rougher in the sense of firmer and surer. He nipped occasionally. Kyle touched her as if she might break, but his lean body was taut with energy, as if he was holding back from the full force of what he wanted to do to her. He felt sleek where she touched him, sleek and hot, even though he’d been in the frigid water in his otter form far longer than they’d been immersed, and she and Deck were still cool. His hot mouth and Deck’s merely warm one suckled and licked at her nipples, and the sensations broke in waves over her body. Both men stroked her skin as if she were some great cat.

The hair on Deck’s chest was crisp under her fingers. He swore under his breath when she brushed over his nipples, and she made a mental note to go back and investigate that more. But right now she was exploring. Playing.

Seeing her new lovers the only way she could, and enjoying it to the fullest. She couldn’t picture either of them—it had been too long since she’d been able to see and she couldn’t translate the information her fingertips collected into anything like a visual image—but she could learn a lot through touching them.

She knew both men were strong, but Deck’s muscles seemed bigger, bulkier, while Kyle’s were more sleek. Even his abs were different from Kyle’s. She swore she could feel their delineation, and understood for the first time what authors meant when they talked about “six-pack abs.”

Inch by inch, she explored that difference, one hand on Deck’s belly, the other on Kyle’s, until they both made beautiful, obscene noises.

Only then did she try to move down to their cocks. Kyle still squirmed away. Deck sighed and let her stroke him. He felt big, more thick than long, and surprisingly silky for all his hardness.

But though Kyle was playing hard to get, he was the first to reach between her legs, parting the damp curls there to find her clit. She opened her legs wider to allow him access.

She shouldn’t. Maybe she should at least say something. But the part of her brain that would take care of that kind of thing was floating away on waves of pleasure and words seemed far way. Besides, she felt secure behind the shields Deck had helped her set earlier.

As soon as Deck and Kyle had taken her in their arms, the shields had become thicker, yet at the same time more flexible—deep water that wouldn’t transmit anything she didn’t want.

She was safe.

And so she relaxed into Kyle’s touch.

“You’re like the ocean,” Kyle whispered.

“Cold and stormy?” That was Deck, but even as he spoke, he shifted his body. It meant that Meaghan lost her grip on his cock, but it was so worth it.

Because Deck was kissing his way down her body, each touch of his lips setting off sparks. Kyle circled her clit with exquisite delicacy. Almost too delicate, almost a tease, but at the same time it felt so good she wouldn’t want him to change what he was doing. Even though she couldn’t see, instinct made her squeeze her eyes shut. As she did, the men’s auras reappeared, bright and vibrant, streaked with red. She couldn’t study her lovers’ faces and bodies, but she could see their energies, their spirits, which was something most sighted people couldn’t say.

Deck’s mouth closed over her clit, taking the place of Kyle’s clever fingers. As she spread her legs wider, hoping for still more contact, Kyle slipped two fingers inside her.

She gasped, arched up, pounded her fists into the mattress in pleasurable shock. She didn’t know where to put her hands after that, but she didn’t want to leave them fisted in the sheets when there was so much wonderful male flesh to explore, so she let her instincts lead her and she wound up with one on Deck’s head, one on Kyle’s. The contrast between Deck’s long hair and Kyle’s short-cropped pelt added more sensation to the ones already washing over her. Deck had one hand on her belly. She thought the other must be touching Kyle.

A circle of touch. A circle of energy, energy that crackled through her until she saw the red of sex magic everywhere.

She knew from books that men sometimes went down on women and it supposedly felt amazing. But the books hadn’t captured half of it—the vulnerability and the power, the contrast between soft, slick lips and tongue, and hard, probing fingers. Kyle worked in a third finger, and she was full, so wonderfully full. It was like nothing she’d ever experienced. It was as exhilarating as working magic, exhilarating as the ocean, exhilarating as freedom. Her blood felt carbonated again, her skin sparkly, and Deck and Kyle worked together in near-perfect rhythm, as if they’d choreographed the whole thing.

Her inner muscles clenched around Kyle’s fingers, and he let out a soft, “Damn, girl!” She tried to stay quiet and not thrash around too much, but Deck’s tongue was so skilled, and once in a while he’d nip her mound or pubic lips, not painfully, just enough to add a new level of sensation. She couldn’t help yipping at that, and then moaning with pleasure as Deck laved the bitten spot with his tongue.

“That’s right, Meaghan,” Deck crooned. “Let it out. Let us know how good it feels.” Then he returned his attention to her clit. Kyle didn’t break his rhythm, but he bit the inside of her thigh.

The words and that lightly nipping kiss broke her control completely. She cried out, thrashed.

She’d felt secure earlier, sure that no visions could find her here, but as orgasm approached, she panicked and tried to hold back, at least long enough to warn the guys what might happen. But she couldn’t speak, at least not to say anything that complex. When she tried, all that came out were more gasps and moans, the only recognizable words please and yes and more. Her brain might think she should play safe, but her body had its own ideas. And damn it if she didn’t think her body had a point.

When she realized it was inevitable that she was going to come, she made a last frantic attempt to reinforce her shields. It wasn’t the elegant structure Deck had taught her to make, but she thought she’d managed to cobble another layer of protection, fighting the bubbles in her blood, the tickling, dancing sensation on her skin, the storm surge of ecstasy that stole her thoughts.

Then it burst over her and she could do nothing except cry out and writhe and tremble. Deck and Kyle didn’t stop but pushed her higher and higher. She felt like the top of her head had opened up, but no vision poured in, no terrifying images of death and destruction, just warmth and more bubbles and sparks and what she knew, though she couldn’t see it, was light. As she exploded with a second, even more powerful convulsion, she gripped Deck’s hair in her fist without meaning to, dug her fingernails into Kyle’s shoulder. Her body was out of her own control, and it was like having a seizure in that aspect, but she was fully present, fully aware. There was no one in her head but her, no one in the room with her—or for all she cared, in the world—but Kyle and Deck.

It took her awhile, at first, to make out what Kyle was asking her: “May we fuck you? Please…we’d like to be inside you.”

She couldn’t manage to speak, but she nodded eagerly.

Kyle and Deck chatted briefly, below even her keen hearing.

Then Kyle moved up her body. She felt his energy, lithe and aquatic and somehow contained, before she felt his cock nudging the slick opening of her sex. Gliding over her clit. Teasing and tempting. She pushed her hips up, tried to angle herself so he’d enter her now. Teasing was fun, teasing was lovely, but she was ready. So ready. More ready than she’d ever imagined being. “Please,” she moaned.

“Not yet,” Deck answered, surprising her. “I’m preparing Kyle. While he’s in you, I’m going to be in him. And later, we’ll switch. I want your pussy too.”


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

Duals and Donovans: The Different, Book 4

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 recovery.


Series blurb:

Welcome to an America where the non-human Different and magically gifted humans live among ordinary people. Witches are both feared and honored, but shape-shifting duals are treated as second-class citizens. The Agency, a government agency that’s supposed to monitor illegal uses of magic and Different abilities, has developed its own dangerous agenda. But when Duals and witches join forces, the Agency and other bad guys aren’t going to know what hit them.

And neither are the witches and Duals. Witch magic grows from the positive energy of love and sex–and the only thing better than one dual for sex magic is two of them!

17 Nov 2014

Another WITCHES’ WAVES teaser

Posted by Teresa Noelle Roberts. No Comments

Witches' Waves book cover

“Uncle Deck? You’ve got people here to see you.”

He looked up and saw the last person on earth he’d ever expected to see again, holding the arm of a ghost-pale, blonde girl.

Deck sifted frantically through his brain, trying to find the right words or, failing that, any words at all. “What are you doing here after I sent you away?” popped into his head but it wasn’t right because he meant something more along the lines of “How did you know I didn’t mean it, that I just needed more time?”

Elissa solved the problem of what to say by shouting in something very unlike her usual would-be-sultry-if-she-wasn’t-his-cousin voice, “You!” pointing her finger at the interlopers like a character in a silent-movie melodrama.

“I see you’ve met Kyle,” Deck said drily. “He has that effect on people.”

As the accusatory voice vibrated through Meaghan’s bones, she felt a seizure coming on. “Lay me down,” she whispered urgently, but Kyle was already easing her onto the grass. To her dismay, someone else—someone who was probably the woman who yelled at her, because those hands were small, though strong and calloused—was helping.

The vision surged over her, and for the first time she knew what it felt like: like being sucked under by a great wave, with no hope of rescue. The ocean frightened her less, though. The ocean might have killed her, but it loved her at the same time. This just hurt.

Her body arched. Her hair stood on end. The stench of blood and a child’s panicked cries filled her brain. But for some reason, it wasn’t as bad as it normally was, not as painful, not as all-encompassing. She was still herself inside the vision, retaining some control.

Suddenly she knew who the woman was, the one who’d called out to her as if she knew Meaghan and had reason to hate her. “Child of five bloods is…your child, I think.” The words came out hard and harsh, fighting against the vision. “In danger. Agency knows her. Knows her name and what she is, anyway. And she’s here. I can feel her. You must…protect her. She matters…in some cosmic way…not just because she’s a kid.”

The vision fought through her words, filling her mind with a family’s anguish, a child’s terror, death.

And hints of what the Agency wanted with the baby, the destruction they could force from her innocence and power.

Meaghan reared up, started to scream.

Two sets of arms wrapped around her, easing her back to the ground. Two male bodies, moving almost as one, lay down, one on each side of her as if to protect her from the voices in her head. One was Kyle. She recognized his ocean-and-fur presence. The other was a stranger, tall, solid, and even though he was a stranger, safe in a way she couldn’t explain. “Shield, dammit,” a strange male voice said. He sounded angry but Meaghan knew he was just afraid. “Shield. Work with me, babe. Shield.”

“I can’t…” she started to say, but suddenly she found she could. Her rudimentary shielding that kept out the buzz of other people’s minds never stood up to the force of the visions, but this time a wall of water, flexible but impermeable, rose up between her and the horrors she’d been forced to experience. Hidden inside those walls, her body lost some of its rigidity. Her hair flopped down again like it was supposed to.

And she transported into another vision, but this time it was the delightful one of making love with two men in the ocean.

Like most of her visions, she’d forgotten the details when she snapped out of it, but now they came back, sensual and vivid.

How had she not realized that Kyle was one of the two men, the one she’d recognized as nonhuman?

This deep-voiced, hard-bodied stranger who felt vibrant and liquid and right in her head, was the other.

She sank farther, not fighting anymore, letting sensation take her.

She didn’t have time to enjoy it, though, because the woman was there, pushing the man who wasn’t Kyle aside to kneel beside her. “What about my baby?” the woman demanded, her voice hoarse as if she’d already been crying for days. “I saw you in my baby’s mind. I thought you were in league with Chenier or Shaw, but you’re no sorcerer. Victim of a sorcerer, maybe. How does the Agency know about my baby?”

Ocean view--rough sea and rocks (Maine, not Oregon, but it gets the point across)

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

Duals and Donovans: The Different, Book 4

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 recovery.


Series blurb:

Welcome to an America where the non-human Different and magically gifted humans live among ordinary people. Witches are both feared and honored, but shape-shifting duals are treated as second-class citizens. The Agency, a government agency that’s supposed to monitor illegal uses of magic and Different abilities, has developed its own dangerous agenda. But when Duals and witches join forces, the Agency and other bad guys aren’t going to know what hit them.

And neither are the witches and Duals. Witch magic grows from the positive energy of love and sex–and the only thing better than one dual for sex magic is two of them!