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4 Dec 2016

New and improved cover for Christmas Stockings

Posted by Teresa Noelle Roberts. No Comments

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

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

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

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Note: if you’re checking out the B&N and Kobo links and the new cover doesn’t appear yet, be patient. It can take a while to filter through the system.

29 Nov 2016

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19 Nov 2016

My Sexy, Jazzy Holidays

Posted by Teresa Noelle Roberts. 2 Comments

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Heart made from two candy canes

Image credit Cristie-Guevara/Publicdomainpictures.net

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

 

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

 

 

 

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Photo credit George Hodan/PublicDomainPictures.net

Photo credit George Hodan/PublicDomainPictures.net

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

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If you enjoyed this, please check out the links below for more holiday sexiness from terrific authors!

12 Nov 2016

My Sexy Saturday: Sexy in the Sky

Posted by Teresa Noelle Roberts. 2 Comments

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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More about Buck, Naked

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

Blurb:

To save him, she must strip him bare.

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

Time enough to fall in love.

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

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

Don’t forget to visit the other My Sexy Saturday participants and see what “heavenly” antics their characters are enjoying.

11 Nov 2016

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

Posted by Teresa Noelle Roberts. No Comments

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

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

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

So, a few things:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

5 Nov 2016

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

Posted by Teresa Noelle Roberts. 2 Comments

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

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

Image credit: Bezik/BigStock.com

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

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

Yes, he was in charge.

Yes, he’d take good care of her.

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

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

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

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

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

Pre-order it on Amazon now!

If you enjoyed this, please check out the links below for more sexy adventures from terrific authors!

1 Nov 2016

And so it begins

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Sunrise in Beaupre, Quebec, Canada

Sunrise in Beaupre, Quebec, Canada

A sunrise is a good place to start, isn’t it? I’m delving into the madness that is NaNoWriMo–AKANational Novel-Writing Month, AKA 50K words in November (with a major holiday in there), AKA Destroy Your Sanity and Health. The latter is why I’m not actually going full out this. My mind and body are almost back where they should be, but I’m still being gentle with myself. On the other hand, I want to get back to the prolific writer I used to be and even a half-hearted attempt at NaNoWriMo should help me get back into good habits.

I’ll be working on the next Cougars, Car, and Kink book. Wish me luck!

29 Oct 2016

My Sexy Adventure (courtesy of My Sexy Saturday)

Posted by Teresa Noelle Roberts. 2 Comments

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It’s My Sexy Saturday #165. That’s more than 3 years of making your Saturdays a little hotter! Thanks for checking out the blog hop every week so we can continue the fun of sharing 7 paragraphs, 7 sentences, or even 7 scintillating words that show off a certain aspect of our romantic and sexy books. This week’s theme is “My Sexy Adventure”–perfect for my 11/17 release. In this novella, The Lion of Frenchman Street the heroine Kelsey is exploring both the city of New Orleans and her own kinky desires: definitely adventures! Here’s a snippet, in which Kelsey and her new lover Peter, a Dominant, visit City Park.

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

Image credit: Bezik/BigStock.com

 Despite what he said about just strolling, Peter seemed to have a destination in mind. He guided her to a stand of magnificent live oak trees, which to Kelsey’s amazement were still green. “We lost a lot of trees during Katrina.” The weight of memories gave Peter’s voice a rough edge. “But these survived somehow, and the Spanish moss has grown back. And that,” he added, sounded much more cheerful, “has certain advantages.”

He steered her under one of the trees so cascades of Spanish moss surrounded them. They’d moved only steps off the path, but the lush gray-green veil created a fairytale world of lacy light and shadow, an illusion of privacy. “Advantages,” Peter repeated as he pulled her close.

The kiss was rough and searing, the sort Kelsey would expect in the bedroom, not in a public park. Being outside, and not nearly as hidden as they felt, just added to the thrill of Peter’s hand tugging the hair at the nape of her neck, his teeth nipping at her lower lip, his tongue invading, taking charge. She began to tremble inside, a quiver of excitement—of aroused submission—that quickly spread throughout her body.

Still ravaging her mouth, Peter unzipped her fleece and slid one hand under its purple protection to cup her breast. Even through her shirt and bra, the touch jolted her. One instinct nudged her to protest, “Not here.” A fiercer impulse told her to let go and put herself into Peter’s hands, and that one was too strong to resist. She was a little stiff from nerves, but she tried to relax into the caress.

As if he sensed her concerns, he pulled back from the kiss and whispered, “Don’t worry. You’re safe.” Those simple words, said with authority, allowed her to melt into the subversive pleasure of being public, but hidden. His thumb circled her nipple. “This will just be a tease, and I’m shielding you from anyone who might see through the moss.” He pinched as he spoke the last words. Kelsey’s thin lace bra was no real protection—not that she wanted protection—and she stifled a gasp. She trusted Peter when he said no one could see their little game, but that wouldn’t do much good if people could hear the moans of an aroused woman through the moss.

“Of course,” she used some of her remaining brain power to admit, “the idea of being caught is a turn-on. But in the fantasy, it’s someone who enjoys the show, not a grandma and three little kids.”

He chuckled throatily as he slipped his other hand between their bodies to rest against her mound. “That’s the issue. Otherwise I’d figure out a way to tie you up with the Spanish moss.”

If that intrigued you, here are a few more important details:

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

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

Pre-order it on Amazon now!

If you enjoyed this, please check out the links below for more sexy adventures from terrific authors!

26 Oct 2016

Cover Reveal: The Lion of Frenchman Street

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I have a “new” book coming out on November 17! The reason new is in quotes is that The Lion of Frenchman Street previously appeared in NOLA Naughty Nin9, the boxed set I was in this summer. But that’s no longer available and so my suit-sporting, sax-playing Dom Peter and his snappy sub Kelsey are singing out on their own.

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

I found this image before I started the book. Peter may have been inspired by it, just a little. Image credit: Bezik/BigStock.com

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

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

Another inspirational image. (I’d love to credit it, but it’s one of those Tumblr posts that lost its attribution ages ago. If you recognize it, sing out, because the photographer deserves credit and hell, a few bucks.)

Pre-order on Amazon now for a mere 99 pennies!

8 Oct 2016

My Sexy Saturday: In which Aleema reveals a secret

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This week’s theme for My Sexy Saturday, in which we share 7 words, sentences or paragraphs of one of our works, is “Sexy in History“. It’s primarily a shout-out for historical romance, so for a few minutes I scratched my head. I’ve never written historicals, except for a few short stories (two of which involved vampires). My latest book, (Chronicles of the Malcolm 3) is a science fiction romance–not exactly chock full of knights in armor or dukes in ballrooms

Cover of BUCK, NAKED. Attractive black woman on a starry, science-fiction background. By KanaxaThen I thought outside the box. There’s still history in the Chronicles of the Malcolm version of the 26th century. Just because some of it hasn’t happened yet in the real world? Minor quibble.

So without further ado, here’s seven sentences, in which Aleema reveals she’s seen a bit of history–more than a human ought to. This part of the book isn’t exactly sexy, but it’s important to letting the characters reach the point of trust where sexy, romantic things can happen.

“Look at me, Buck.” He complied. He even met her eyes and didn’t look away again immediately. “I was born in Nairobi, Kenya, Old Earth in 2388. I was a science officer in the United Nations of Earth spaceforce and stayed on as a civilian xenobiologist after my service was up.”
Buck shook his head. “That would make you…over two hundred years old.”

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More about Buck, Naked-
Click the title to get more information on the whole Chronicles of the Malcolm series!

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

Time enough to fall in love.

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

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

Don’t forget to visit the other My Sexy Saturday participants and see what sexy spells their characters are casting.

6 Oct 2016

Happy Cat-iversary

Posted by Teresa Noelle Roberts. No Comments

This week marks the first anniversary of Xia’s arrival at our house. Not Xia my fictional cat-girl, of course–though Bad Kitty came out last September so I just missed that anniversary–but Xia the cat. A few weeks later, Tinkerbelle* came home from the shelter to join Xia and senior cat Noodle. (It took her months to come out of the basement except for meals, but now she’s integrated into the family.)

* I’m not sure why her name is Tinkerbelle rather than Tinker Bell, like the fairy from Peter Pan. Perhaps because she’s belle, or beautiful. Or perhaps because her original owner never double-checked the spelling.

It’s a regular cat-iversary celebration around here. The cats, being cats, are unimpressed, though happy enough to suck up some extra petting and attention as I wax sentimental. But I figured this was a good time to make use of the Internet for its primary purpose: sharing cat photos.

First, Noodle, our senior kitty at 15+, will indulge in some shameless promotion. Forget the book, though. Isn’t she a handsome cat?

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And now for the anniversary kitties, Xia and Tinkerbelle.

Xia, Tink, and Noodle (left to right) in November 2015. It's still rare for them to eat together this peacefully.

Xia, Tink, and Noodle (left to right) in November 2015. It’s still rare for them to eat together this peacefully.

Xia as a kitten--showing why we named her for my "Bad Kitty".

Xia as a kitten–showing why we named her for my “Bad Kitty”.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Tinkerbelle looking sweet and pensive. Which she is, when she's not chasing Xia with murder in her eyes.

Tinkerbelle looking sweet and pensive. Which she is, when she’s not chasing Xia with murder in her eyes.

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Grown-up Xia playing desk cat.

17 Sep 2016

My Sexy Magic…in which there’s no literal magic

Posted by Teresa Noelle Roberts. 4 Comments

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This week’s My Sexy Saturday blog hop theme is “My Sexy Magic.” I almost turned on the wayback machine to grab some sex-magic from one of the Duals and Donovans: The Different paranormal romances.

Then I thought about it and realized that love and even lust are magical in their own right–any place, any time, even in the far future. So I grabbed a little bit of that kind of enchantment from my new science-fiction romance Buck, Naked. Being a scientist, Aleema’s trying to convince herself nothing magical or even that important is going on. I don’t think she believes it, though!

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

For a second, just like last time, it felt uncomfortable to hold someone close. Then he pulled her closer, half into his lap. It was an awkward position for both of them, yet she felt herself relaxing at the contact and sensed he too was letting go of tension.

Maybe tension that had been stored in his body since the invasion of Montgomery.

It’s just because both of us have gone without being touched for far too long. Nothing more, nothing less. There’s no magical connection here. Her attempt at logical thought wasn’t all that convincing. Touching him felt as if it should mean something.

It didn’t, she told herself. Or maybe it did, but she had no idea what that something was.

She forced herself to pull away. “Don’t go,” Buck murmured. “I like you right where you are.”

“It can’t be comfortable. That seat’s small and I’m not exactly a tiny flower of a female.”

He shrugged. He shrugged a lot, she realized, as if words weren’t the easiest thing for him and he relied on that and other gestures to convey a lot. In this case, what he conveyed was the power of his body, the breadth of his shoulders, the muscles under his clingshirt that echoed the movement. That felt way too pleasant for her peace of mind.

More about Buck, Naked-
Click the title to get more information on the whole Chronicles of the Malcolm series!

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

Time enough to fall in love.

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

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

Don’t forget to visit the other My Sexy Saturday participants and see what sexy spells their characters are casting.

15 Sep 2016

Trails and Point of View

Posted by Teresa Noelle Roberts. No Comments

Yesterday I visited the local state park. Waterlilies filled one of the ponds and I spent some time taking pictures before I set out hiking.

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I didn’t have a lot of time, so I decided to do a familiar, short trail. To shake things up, though, I started from the point at which I usually finish.

And the experience was entirely different. For instance, I was astonished to notice this boulder with a tree growing out of it:

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How had I not seen this before, when I must have passed this spot a hundred times going the other way?

Easy, as it turns out. Going my usual route, you couldn’t see where the boulder was split. It looked like the tree was simply behind the rock, and it was easy to be distracted by the lichen all over the easily visible side, and the larger tree in front of the boulder.

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This got me thinking about point of view and how important it is to storytelling. (What, you don’t find yourself thinking about the craft of writing while out for a walk in the woods? You’re weird! Okay, maybe I’m weird.) Different characters are going to see things from slightly different angles, and so are going to focus on different things. Often when a scene feels off-kilter, it’s because I’m telling it from the wrong point of view; the character I’ve chosen isn’t inclined to notice the aspect of the scene I need revealed.

Which leads to another point. While I was pondering fresh angles and the fine art of choosing points of view, I managed to take a wrong turn. Yes, I should have known the trails better than that, but I wasn’t paying attention because I thought I knew where I was going. (This can apply to storytelling as well. Maybe everything does if you look at it the right way.) Since I was in a familiar park, I realized my error and got back to the trailhead easily enough, but by an unplanned, slightly longer route. It wasn’t all bad, though. The light was perfect for photography.

Sometimes choosing the “wrong” trail or point of view will still get you where you need to go, and perhaps lead to something you might have otherwise missed, such as the sun hitting a familiar pond so it looks fresh and new.

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Or maybe you’ll get thoroughly lots and spend a lot of time trudging around in frustration and mild panic. Finally you’ll have to retrace your footsteps to figure out where you went wrong and get back on the right trail or in in the right character’s head. I’ve certainly had those hikes–and those scenes! The challenge, in both hiking and writing, is judging when to forge ahead in the unanticipated direction and when to turn back.

10 Sep 2016

A sexy dilemma for “My Sexy Saturday”

Posted by Teresa Noelle Roberts. 5 Comments

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This week’s My Sexy Saturday theme is A Sexy Dilemma. According to the organizers, it “can take on the form of just about anything…a mystery, a date…just anything your heart desires.” Not surprisingly, Buck, Naked is full of dilemmas. Finding a sexy one was a bit difficult, though, considering how many of the characters’ problems involve deadly enemies, serious personal crises, or for extra angst, both at once. But I think the excerpt below will do. They’re hiding out, waiting for their transport off a dangerous planet, but right now they’re safe–except from each other.

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

The air felt thick, humid, sultry, although it was as cool and dry as usual within the cave. She forced her gaze away from Buck’s lips, but couldn’t look away from him altogether…and any other part of him was even deadlier than his mouth. Those devastating eyes. Those shoulders. And stars, the evidence of his interest in her, hard and swollen in the front of his pants

“Your horrors want us to have sex? That doesn’t sound flattering.” She thought she knew what he meant, but she had to make a joke out of it.  She’d been fighting the same eerie sense of rightness all day and if she didn’t tease, didn’t put up a little playful distance, she’d tumble into his arms.

But why shouldn’t she? He knew what she was. She knew what he was. She wasn’t going to hurt him, even if she had an ill-timed flashback. He was almost as fast as she was and even stronger, since his augmentations had a bigger, more powerful body as a starting place. She’d already figured how to help him redirect his Seera-head before things got too ugly, so he wasn’t likely to hurt her.

“I ain’t great with words.” He held up his hands, a masculine gesture of helplessness that she liked under the circumstances. “It ain’t the horrible part of the horrors talking to me, if you know what I mean. More like that thing I was telling you about where I can see things a bit before they actually happen. I’m seeing us being good together.”

Just like she had been. She lowered her voice to a sultry pitch. “My instincts agree with yours, and I’ve had plenty of time to learn how to judge when my instincts are good. But until you said something, I couldn’t believe they’d finally point out something fun instead of a potential danger.”

She drew closer to Buck. It reminded her of moving on a high-gravity planet. Every step felt heavy and full of portents. There must have been some transition, some moment when she and Buck made the decision to stop being two separate beings and join together.

But Aleema, keenly observant though she usually was, couldn’t have said when that moment took place. All she knew was that she and Buck were plastered against each other’s bodies, his lips on hers and his hands on her body, taking off her top without any awkwardness, any delay. “You are so beautiful,” he breathed as he cupped her breasts, ran his rough thumbs over her nipples. “Want you so much.”

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More about Buck, Naked-
Click the title to get more information on the whole Chronicles of the Malcolm series!

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

Time enough to fall in love.

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

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

 

Don’t forget to visit the other My Sexy Saturday participants and see what naughty things their characters are up to!

 

5 Sep 2016

Nia Farrell visits with a sexy snippet from REPLAY BOOK 2: TRIPLE PLAY

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Rowena Campbell has always been the naughty twin.  After the Viking Raid and her worst walk of shame ever, she recognized that she was misusing sex.  In therapy for her sexual addiction, three months celibate, Rowena is better than fine, with a successful erotic blog and book deal by her alter ego, ginger-wigged Regina Wright.  When Scottish billionaire Micheil MacDonald wants Regina at his brother’s birthday party, she agrees to attend three scenes as an observer only.  A triple play in Imperial Rome, Prohibition Chicago, and Lewis Carroll’s Wonderland, no kink, no sex – and no lies, per his terms, with half a million dollars riding on the line.  Surely she can manage that?

Micheil MacDonald is a widower with a child recovering from the fatal accident that claimed his wife.  He sweeps into Rowena’s life like a force of nature, brushing aside her protests, determined to be the exception to her rules.  But Rowena has scars that no one can see.  Secrets that have never been shared – not even with her twin.  Telling the truth was never supposed to be this hard.

This story touches on the subject of child abuse and may contain triggers.  It is written for ages 18+.

REPLAY BOOK 2: TRIPLE PLAY by Nia Farrell

Length 20,232 words / 100 pages

Amazon e-book http://mybook.to/RB2

Amazon paperback http://mybook.to/RB2p

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Goodreads https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/31508583-replay-book-2

 

Reviews:

“If you like your kink with period reenactment, then you may enjoy Farrell’s Replay series. While Rowena’s twin starred in Book 1’s Viking Raid, this second book features Rowena the naughty twin. Rowena can be a brat, especially since she can don on different identities and chance upon the handsome Dom in question (Micheil, in this case) in the least expected places. Her quirky attitude is endearing and had me turning the pages. Since the loss of his wife, Micheil is finally in a good place and ready for Rowena by the time she appears. Great storyline. Captivating read. Highly recommended.”

“If you like your novellas with a good story, really really hot sex and a Dom with an brogue I sometimes had a hard time understanding, but when I listened to him in my head it was a bit easier, then you will want to read this book!! Rowena, who actually has three identities (the vixen and author too) meets a Dom she has a hard time saying no to and the story unfolds, and what a story it is!! Rowena has recovered from the Viking Raid and isn’t looking for anymore “play” but Micheil has other plans. That’s all I’m going to divulge so if you want to know more then I recommend you buy this book. But don’t read it outside or in front of anyone like I did. You will want to be all by yourself to experience it all, or maybe with someone else, that’s up to you!! Enjoy!!!”

EXCERPT:

“Why me?”

One corner of his mouth curved upwards.  “Yer book,” he said.  “I wanted tae meet ye and was willing tae pay for the privilege.”

“Um.  Thank you.  I think.”  She wondered if he had a sub who’d benefitted from the experiences and research that she shared online.  She had let her followers know that a book was coming, had kept them updated on her progress.  The manuscript was done, but only her publisher had seen it.

Micheil dipped his head at the Replay owner, who was ordering punishment for a slave girl.  “St. Leger told me that ye command a hefty appearance fee.  My offer was purely a guess.  Since ye agreed tae the terms, I take it that the contract met yer expectations.”

“Yes,” she said simply, following his gaze when it failed to return.  The slave was stripped and bound to a column.  Tiberius Piers snapped his fingers and a tray of floggers appeared.  He picked one of softest leather and introduced her to it, stroking her sides, rubbing her back, tracing her cheek, then stepping back and laying on the first set of stripes.

Rowena clamped her thighs together, cursing her traitorous body, feeling the creamy moisture between her legs.

He must have heard her breath catch.  “Ye like it.”

“Yes.”

“Do ye wish it for yerself?”

“Yes,” she breathed.  “And no.”

His blue eyes considered her, a lambency in their depths that she could not fail to recognize.  “Explain.”

“I wish it were me,” she admitted, “but not with Piers.”

Don’t make me say it.  Don’t.

He stepped closer, not touching except for the breath that fanned her hair and bathed her in his heat.  “If not St. Leger, lass, with whom?”

“You, Sir.”  Her voice was the barest whisper.  “But we can’t.  I can’t.”

The Dom came out, full force, and he was not happy.  “Why not?” he rumbled, his voice rolling like thunder while his eyes sparked St. Elmo’s fire.

“The contract?”  She lowered her gaze, fighting the urge to drop to her knees in a submissive’s pose.

He blew out harshly.  “And if I said, damn the contract.  Tear it up and I’ll give ye half a million anyway?”

Her chin came up as she threw her head back far enough to meet his gaze.  Humorless.  Not even a hint of irony.

“You’d do that?” she asked.  “Seriously?  For one night of play without sex?  Remember, my rule is one time.  You punish me tonight, and you won’t touch me for the rest of the weekend.”  Why was that so hard to say?  Damn him.  Damn her body, begging her to reconsider.

He smiled darkly.  “Make an exception,” he said.  “Ye tried tae top me in the bookstore.  Ye knew exactly what ye’d done and pretended ye did nae understand.  For that alone, ye need a spanking.  Two spankings.  I should be the one tae give them.  It’s only fair.”

If she wore panties, they’d be sopping wet.  The Vestal Virgin was yearning for the path to ruination.

“It would be fair,” she agreed, “but it can also wait.  I gave my word.  Three nights.  No kink.  No sex.  I’m not a liar.  Don’t try to make me one.”

“Exceptions tae the rule,” he reminded her.  “Ye said ye’d observe the scenes.  Nothing was said aboot wha’ happens outside them.  When the play winds down and they shuffle us out in the wee hours of the morning, what happens next is up tae us, aye?”

Tempting.  My god, he was so tempting.

And he was right.  Outside Replay, anything goes.  Except…

“Then we’re back to one time.  Once.  No repeats.  Is that what you want?”

She thought she sounded unshakeable.  He smiled as if she’d just agreed to his terms.  “I want tae feel that fine arse of yers under my hand.  Forget yer rules.  Do what’s right.”

His voice had dropped to a rumble that pushed every button she had.  She whimpered, as if she could already feel herself bent over his lap, panties around her knees, his large hand exploring the landscape of her posterior as he familiarized himself with the terrain, deciding how he wanted to change it for his pleasure.

“I could tie ye up.  Ye’d be beautiful, bound tae my bed.  I might just have tae keep ye there.”

“Once,” she said weakly.

“Lass,” he murmured, his Scottish burr thickening.  “Ye ken ye owe me times three.  Once for trying tae top me.  Once for playing innocent aboot it.  Once for nae letting me ken who ye were.  We have three nights of scenes tae get through.  I’ll give ye time tae consider yer sins against me.  At the end of each night, ye will present yerself tae me.  Ye will submit.  Ye will suffer, but I’ll give ye what you need.  Three punishments and aftercare.  I promise ye, I am verra good at both.”

 

Author Nia Farrell 300dpiBio: Nia Farrell is one of Mr. Blackthorne’s Wicked Pen Writers and a multi-genre author who is published in nonfiction, poetry, music, articles, and children’s books, with one documentary screenplay under her literary belt.  She’s an old soul and a period reenactor who’s been into corsets for centuries, although she wears them more to Civil War events these days.

Nia has been involved in the metaphysical community for over twenty-five years.  She is a Reiki Master and crystal healer whose work encompasses this and other lifetimes.  In her book Something More, a 2016 Golden Flogger Awards Finalist, BDSM and submission are tools for healing post-rape PTSD, earning a nomination for Best BDSM Book of the Year, Ménage Category.

Her debut books from The Three Graces Series, Something More, Something Different, and Something More, have been called new age erotic romance – kink with a paranormal twist. Soul mates, reincarnation, karmic fallout, shamanism, and psychic abilities come into play. Personal experience and extensive research go into crafting her characters, but it’s her sense of whimsy that has made fictional Posey, Minnesota, the ménage capital of the United States with a Monty-Python-themed diner that’s central to the plotlines.

Nia was fortunate enough to meet her soul mate early on. She married her high school sweetheart, raised two children, and began writing at her husband’s suggestion. She has been published in erotic romance since 2015.

ONTACT INFORMATION AND LINKS:

Nia Farrell’s webpage http://niafarrell.wordpress.com

Nia Farrell’s newsletter signup http://eepurl.com/b1PtzD

Nia Farrell’s Amazon author page http://viewauthor.at/NiaFarrell

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Nia Farrell’s Goodreads author page http://goodreads.com/Nia_Farrell

Nia Farrell’s Dark Hollows Press author page http://www.darkhollowspress.com/#!nia-farrell/c1mop

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Nia Farrell Titles:

The Three Graces Series

SOMETHING ELSE August 25, 2015 e-book  http://myBook.to/TG1 or  https://www.amzn.com/dp/B014FV1TUE

SOMETHING DIFFERENT September 29, 2015 e-book http://myBook.to/TG2 or https://www.amzn.com/dp/B015Y9JEHG

SOMETHING MORE October 15, 2015 e-book http://myBook.to/TG3 or https://www.amzn.com/dp/B016OULX8C

THE THREE GRACES TRILOGY paperback April 2, 2016 http://myBook.to/TGr or https://www.amzn.com/dp/1530858194

SOMETHING SPECIAL May 5, 2016 ebook http://myBook.to/TG6 or https://www.amzn.com/dp/B01F6FOQ0S; paperback http://myBook.to/TG6p or https://www.amzn.com/dp/1533146217

 DARK MOONS RISING e-book March 10, 2016 http://myBook.to/DMR or https://www.amzn.com/dp/B01CRX1O70; paperback April 2, 2016 http://myBook.to/DMRp or https://www.amzn.com/dp/1530828759

REPLAY BOOK 1: VIKING RAID July 1, 2016 ebook http://mybook.to/RB1; paperback http://mybook.to/RB1p

AS WICKED AS YOU WANT (Forever Ours Book 1) August 1, 2016 ebook http://mybook.to/FO1

By Nia Farrell and Jane Austen

PRIDE AND PUNISHMENT—AN EROTIC RETELLING OF JANE AUSTEN’S BELOVED CLASSIC June 1, 2016 ebook http://myBook.to/Punish or https://www.amzn.com/dp/B01FJ612HY; paperback http://myBook.to/Punishp or https://www.amzn.com/dp/1533228477; Large Print https://www.amazon.com/dp/1533235244 or http://myBook.to/Punishlg

Upcoming releases:

RIDE THE WIND (w/a Erinn Ellender Quinn) October 1, 2016

REPLAY BOOK 3: HONOUR BOUND November 1, 2016

TOUCH THE WIND (w/a Erinn Ellender Quinn) December 1, 2016

 

 

3 Sep 2016

My Sexy Saturday: My Sexy Night Out

Posted by Teresa Noelle Roberts. 1 Comment

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This week’s My Sexy Saturday theme is supposed to involve a date, but my new release, Buck, Naked (Chronicles of the Malcolm 3), doesn’t involve any actual dates. This is a science fiction romance, and Buck and Aleema have a nasty common enemy who’d like nothing better than to capture Aleema and eliminate the entire crew of the Malcolm in one blaze of bloody glory. As a result, Buck and Aleema’s “dates” involve frantic pursuits, outer-space evasive maneuvers, and stylish shooting.

Yet somehow they manage to steal a few minutes for romance–until the bad guys catch up, that is.

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“The back of a stolen cargo flyer isn’t where I’d have picked for my first sexytimes in a star’s age.” Aleema’s usually husky voice was breathy, and her words came out all floaty, as if they weren’t affected by gravity. “But it’s getting mighty appealing….”

“At least there are flowers. Well, petals, anyway. That’s romantic, right?” There was something about it in one of Rita’s books. Buck had thought it sounded silly and messy, but then Rita and Drax had given each other one of those looks and he’d gotten the feeling that they had a story or two involving flower petals, maybe those Vicarian lilies Drax was always buying for her.

“It’ll do.” Aleema’s voice was husky, urgent, and so were her hands on his body.

Just then, the ’bot pilot began to bleat a proximity alarm. It was a ’bot programmed to fly a vessel in a busy urban air-space. It should able to handle a potential collision, right? But the instinct to protect was too strong. Buck reluctantly tore himself away to check out what was going on, noting Aleema was moving with him, not even bothering to deal with her missing shirt until the problem was solved.

He looked at the instrument panel, then out the flyer’s viewscreen.

Oh marling stars. He was looking right into a gun port.

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

Blurb:

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

Time enough to fall in love.

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

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

 

2 Sep 2016

Welcome Special Guest Lilah E. Noir

Posted by Teresa Noelle Roberts. No Comments

As a break between talking about science fiction romance, how about a taste of a brand-new erotic contemporary romance? The lovely and talented Lilah E. Noir is here with snippets of her new release The Brat with the Phoenix Tattoo. (How about that for an eye-catching title?)

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Release date: 29th August 2016

Genre: BDSM erotic romance

Author: Lilah E. Noir

Cover design: Lilah E. Noir

International Link: http://mybook.to/PhoenixTattooSummer

Blurb

Sage Phoenix has been the thorn in Paul Skyler’s side ever since their final night of high school. She was a bright spot of chaos in his cerebral world of logic and order. The manic pixie dream girl who drove him crazy and left him panting, seduced and longing for more of her spell. The only woman who ever saw him in his most naked and vulnerable state.
For years Paul’s been dreaming of nothing but giving her a taste of her own poison. When he spots Sage behind the glass of her run down tattoo studio he knows he’d never get a better chance. His briefcase contains everything necessary to punish her, put her through her paces and keep her on the edge and at his mercy… just to humiliate her completely and leave her bound to her own tattoo chair.
Little does he suspect that by the end of the night he’d be too addicted to their power exchange to walk away. Little does she know that by the end of the summer she’d be completely under his spell.

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Lilah E. Noir is an author of dark erotic novels and stories with elements of taboo, seduction and different aspects of the BDSM spectrum. Her tales are focused on the intricate relationships between people and their rough yet always sensual encounters.

Lilah is an author of Stroker Ace, a menage novella that has been nominated for a Best BDSM Book of 2015 at the Menage category. At the beginning of the summer, Lilah released her debut full-length novel, Unorthodox Therapy, first part of a trilogy exploring the nature of addiction.

The Brat With The Phoenix Tattoo:Summer is part 1 of a four book series dedicated to the different seasons of a relationship between two polar opposite people brought together by their love of kink and power exchange.

When she doesn’t write Lilah enjoys creating covers for herself and other writers.

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I got up without saying another word and walked to her, holding my breath as I stared at her hypnotizing eyes. Sage looked confused and insecure at my sudden move, especially when I wrapped my fingers around her tender wrist and removed the glass from her fingers. She gasped and stared up at me with genuine shock. So I used the moment to stroke her hand and run my thumb down her bottom lip. Her pulse quickened and she swallowed while looking at me in the eyes like a deer in the headlights.

I was sure you’d be more than excited at my ability to predict and assess risks,” I said in a teasing voice while caressing her chin. “I wish I had been savvier about all the risks involved the only time I tried being a betting man… with you.” Sage blinked for a moment and opened her mouth to let out a slight, purring groan so I opened her lips wider by using my thumb. I inclined further as if about to kiss her but stopped in the last minute with a cruel smirk. “You won’t need this. Also, why ice? I thought a hardcore chick like you wouldn’t take her whiskey on the rocks?”

The look on her face when I let go of her jaw and walked away was so damned precious it made my cock throb with excitement. Sage reached out to caress her lips, where my fingers have been laying just a minute ago, warming her up, feeling her blood rush. The knowledge I could have the same effect on her made me feel powerful and stripped me of all my earlier doubts and worries. She looked around nervously and brought her hand to her neck, at a loss of words.

I kept on circling around her chair, with my hands behind my back and kept watching her, as if she was a subject of an experiment. Her perky breasts heaved up and down rapidly while the woman was trying to regain composure.

I… I was just being playful.”

Well, we both know how much you love playing games, kitten.”

Sage frowned a little at that unexpected pet name. I had never used it with her before. As cheesy as it was it fit her very well. Finally, she uttered in a hesitant voice, still feeling up her bottom lip.

I wasn’t trying to belittle your success but it was always clear to see you’d go far someday.” She kept staring at her boots. Her gaze fell on on the intricate buckles and Sage kept playing with them with shaking fingers. I’ve been watching her closely and didn’t fail to notice the reddening of her cheeks, the way her nipples hardened, how her posture changed. Her confidence was melting just like the ice in my water.

Sage had always been the type of girl in need of proper handling but I never thought she might be genuinely submissive.

You seem to be doing pretty well for yourself too, Sage.” My voice was soft as I went behind her and ran my fingers through her hair. Watching her squirm under my light and seemingly innocent touch was so much fun. It was time to raise the stakes so I brushed my lips against her earlobe and whispered.

Are all these designs yours?”

Sage gasped again and squeezed her hands in her lap as I kept tracing the front of her neck with fingers.

No, Finley did at least half of what you are seeing.” Her back was stiff as I let my hand slowly run along the line of her spine, caressing her skin with small, feather-like movements. “My forte is the industrial tattoo design. These are some of my latest stuff.” She pointed at an abstract steampunk styled frame. It showed a tattoo design of a sleeve that consisted of elaborate clocks and gears. “I still have a long way to go but I’m getting better, and all my clients are coming back for more.”

Then it’s a good thing you didn’t give up on your cute little art hobby, isn’t it?” She tensed at these words and looked down with her eyes closed. That was more condescending than I planned it. Bruising her ego would make her more compliant but there was no need to hurt her feelings. “You were always talented.” I laid my hands on her shoulders and kissed her neck. Her shoulders trembled slightly, her breathing hitched and she squeezed her fists harder at my touch. Other than that Sage showed in no way my intrusion in her private space was unpleasant.

A depraved, dark part of me expected her to struggle, protest, cry, bite and scratch me, that I’d have my way with her whether she liked it or not. I hadn’t done anything drastic yet so there was always a chance for her to start fighting back if I went further. Still, I hoped those ugly, violent urges would remain unsatisfied. I wanted to walk out of that place cleansed, not feeling as a deranged rapist.

Besides, seeing Sage surrender herself and get down on her knees for me would be more arousing than the thought of fucking her against her will.

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She blinked a few times and kept sucking as I tried to decide what should I use on her perfect, unmarred skin, so pale that it begged to be marked. It was difficult to think while those luscious lips were wrapped around my cock and sucked me so hard as if my new fuck toy was trying to devour me. So I pulled away and slapped it across her face so I’d smear it with more of my thick and salty precum before I put it back in my pants. Sage stared at me with hungry, insatiable eyes and used the moment to breathe. The leather strap was still hanging around her neck. It would probably come handy later but now I needed something more impressive.

You know… you almost gave me a tattoo machine fetish back then.” I explained to her matter of factly as I squatted next to the briefcase. “Sometimes I still get hard whenever I see someone getting tattooed. That stinging sensation…” I grinned at her and pulled the new violet wand I bought a few weeks ago. Little did I know back then how soon I’d get to use it. “I think it is fair to give you a similar sensation.” The electrode I planned to use on her was a lot smaller than the plasma balls I had a soft spot for. This one was in the form of a long, glass tube that curved at the end, with a mushroom head. “You ever tried some of these?” I dangled the device by its cable it in front of her eyes the same way she did with my car keys back then. She shook her head and paled a little, biting her lips with fear in her eyes. “No worries, pet, you’ll love it. It’s a shame no one used it on you, with how sensitive you are.” After some hesitation, I also picked up my favorite Wartenberg pinwheel and stuffed it in my pocket, out of her sight.

I… Please, use it on me.”

Good girl.” I stroked her hair and plugged the cord into the outlet under her tattoo chair. The glass tube slowly heated up under Sage’s amazed eyes and she swallowed. Then she licked her lips and watched the pale blue light inside the glass, with fear and curiosity but not revulsion. I had no idea whether that was Sage’s first brush with kink but that woman was fucking natural.

Without giving her any warning I pulled my still hard cock out and put it back between her lips.

Suck me real slow while I test it on you. We’ll do some slow direct touch. Don’t you dare hurry up too much, let alone take me deep down your throat or I’ll punish you. Trust me, I have no problem doing things you can’t handle. Do you understand?”

Yes…”

I had to bite my tongue to correct her and make her refer to me as Master. But I couldn’t get her to attach to me or start thinking she was my sub. For a moment the temptation was so strong it choked me, just like those words I never told her during that night. Calling her “pet” was bad enough and probably my worst fuck up for the entire evening.

I moaned slightly while Sage served my cock with her soft, loving licks, smooching the tip and running her tongue all around it. It was time to taste if she was ready for some serious play. The butt plug was nestled nicely inside her tight ass and her pierced clit was swollen and dripping juices. I grinned again and placed the tip of the tube against her left nipple, red and swollen from my rough treatment earlier.

Sage whimpered as the electrical sparkles licked her skin and made her body tense. I ran the wand between her breasts, holding its plastic container tight while my cock was bathed by her talented mouth.

It feels so good…” She whispered against my engorged head and kept sucking it. I hissed and kept the device longer on her other nipple, enjoying the vibrations of her smooth skin. My action coaxed another, a longer cry of pleasure and intensity out of her.

And if you only knew how good it would feel on your clit piercing. I’m not sure you can handle it, though. Let’s see.” In response Sage sucked me harder and ran her teeth against the mushroom of my cock, nibbling it very lightly. I chuckled and ran the wand against her mound, right over the landing strip of trimmed jet black hair. “Bad girl. Using teeth already? I’d have to break you out of that habit… or encourage it.”

Her pupils dilated when the smooth surface of my device slid against the hoop of her piercing. The scream died in her throat as I used the perfect moment to ram my shaft deep and rough in her mouth. The beautiful violet sparkles were flying off the metal on her vulnerable flesh. Sage looked as if she was being electrocuted in that moment, writhing on the chair, rolling her eyes and trying to escape from the powerful charge. She was crying hard against my cock that was killing all her protests and groans. I held her hair with one hand and proceeded to facefuck her. I was curious to see how long she’d last with the violet wand right on her clit, the metal conducting electricity to her most intimate zones. Tears were rolling down her cheeks and her pussy was leaking with juices that streamed at the base of the butt plug.

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1 Sep 2016

A little more Buck, Naked for SFR Brigade Showcase

Posted by Teresa Noelle Roberts. 7 Comments

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I’ve been babbling for the last few days about my 9/1 release Buck, Naked (Chronicles of the Malcolm 3). As part of the effort to spread the word, I’m taking part in this month’s SFR Brigade Showcase. That’s Science Fiction Romance, if you haven’t had your coffee yet. 🙂 I’m one of a group of SFR authors who’ll be taking part to highlight new releases, do character interviews, or just talk about science fiction in general.

Check out all the other participants in the SFR Brigade Showcase here. You’ll be glad you did!

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

The Chronicles of the Malcolm series reflects my love of two great science fiction TV shows, Farscape and Firefly. It’s certainly not fanfic, but once you meet my motley crew of space rascals with good hearts who find themselves fending off forces more powerful than they are, you’ll see my love for these shows shining through. Even the name of the spaceship is a bow to good old “Captain Tightpants,” aka Malcolm Reynolds of Firefly.

Totally gratuitous Malcolm Reynolds moment

One thing to be clear on, though: Buck is not Jayne from Firefly, though he’s a weapons expert without much education. My Buck’s a genuinely nice guy who’d really rather be cooking for the crew than fighting for them. Due to a combination of PTSD and alien biomodifications inflicted while he was a POW, though, he’s very good at fighting and keeps getting drawn back into violent situations.

Here’s a taste of Buck and his soon-to-be heroine Aleema–a scientist who’s also a survivor of the same experiment-happy aliens–trying to make dinner without anything bad happening. It’s from Aleema’s point of view.

After the others took their drinks and left, Aleema handed him a bag of vegetables—a few that had come with humans from Earth and a few native to Naxos or other dry planets—and a sharp kitchen knife. “Mind chopping these up for me while I get the mealworm-crumble going?”

“You got crumble? Awesome. It ain’t exactly actual-factual meat, but it’s better than nutri-mix. ‘Just add water’ my ass. More like add a whole bottle of something high-test and maybe you won’t notice your dinner doesn’t taste like anything.”

She turned toward the evapo-cooler to take out the crumble, acting like nothing felt uneasy about the situation.

In reality she poised on the balls of her feet, all senses sharp, ready to take evasive action if necessary. She didn’t literally have eyes in the back of her head—thank the stars for that, because she wouldn’t put it past the Seera to think that sounded like a terrific idea that they should test out on a few prisoners before they implemented it on themselves—but her senses were keen enough she’d know if he were making a move.

At the moment, though, everything seemed fine. As he chopped, just a little too fast for most humans to match, Buck said, “Thank you. It means something that you’d trust me with a knife right off.”

His voice was deep and raspy, as if he’d inhaled far too much smoke or more likely, some gas-based weapon. Despite that, his tone was surprisingly sweet and humble. “For that matter, thanks for letting me help out—the captain gets to order me around, but there’s no need for you to listen to him. I was a cook before…before everything. Makes me feel normal-like to be in a kitchen.”

Aleema let out a deep, relieved breath. Though she stayed on high alert—he had PTSD, Seera scars, and mod-integration issues, so you never knew what might set him off—all she had to fight at the moment was the urge to hug Buck. She knew it would end badly, but she wanted to pull him close, assure him everything would be all right, that if they worked together, he’d eventually feel “normal-like” on a regular basis and be able to cope better with the times he didn’t.

Worse than that, she wanted to pull him close because she’d almost forgotten what it was like to hold an attractive man in her arms, press her body against his. She might be stable now, but there had been incidents earlier in her recovery that she wouldn’t risk again just for some bodily warmth.

But with Buck, it might be safe. He’d be able to anticipate. Be able to stop her if she got crazy. And maybe knowing that would be enough to keep her calm, make it safe…

Yeah, right. A girl could dream, but in this case, if she gave into the daydream, it would probably lead to Buck using that knife on her.

Best to distract herself. Keep talking. Besides, if Buck wanted to feel normal, she owed him an ordinary conversation, or as close as she could manage when she was assaulted with sexual fantasies and feeling the almost-forgotten urge to flirt.

“You were a chef?” she asked.

“Just a cook my last year of basicschool and a while after. It weren’t nothing but in a hole-in-the-wall diner, but I liked the job. Did good at it too, even though the owner only hired me because she knew my parents. I started out doing prep stuff part-time after school and worked up to line cook in six months. Made a mean deep-fried glaspoid with pan gravy if I do say myself.” He smiled. “Cooking ain’t hard if you have good ingredients, and Montgomery was a farming planet. Mostly for export, but we kept enough so we ate decent-like. Never tasted nutri-mix or mealworm crumble until the Seera came. No offense to your crumble. City folks have to eat what they can get.”

“None taken, although the crumble deserves insults. They say it’s mealworms and soy, but I have my suspicions it’s recycled bits of whatever won’t kill you, liberally laced with salt.”

“I suspicion you might be right.” He hesitated, then corrected himself. “Suspect, that is. Montgomery’s version of Standard was what you’d call not exactly standard, but my friends have been tryin’ to teach me to talk nicer.” He blessed her with another smile.

Stars, he was handsome when he smiled. Battered, scruffy, but handsome.

She thought she knew how to sort out the conflicting information passed on by her over-enhanced senses. She’d had plenty of time to practice, after all. But Buck Evans was a puzzle liberally laced with enigma. He was a tightly drawn wire, quivering with barely restrained fear and rage, and he wanted to let go in a burst of soothing violence. She knew that feeling. It had been a long time since she let herself indulge it, but she remembered the surge of endorphins, the tension that was both horrible and erotic, the sweet, sexual ache when she finally exploded into a whirl of pain and rage looking for a target, any target.

He stank of detox. He kept himself clean, so unmodified humans wouldn’t notice, though a felinoid or some other keen-nosed species might, but it was obvious to Aleema’s tweaked senses. He used to drink heavily. He’d stopped cold turkey, not too long ago, and his system was cleansing itself. He had to feel like something the cat wouldn’t bother dragging in because it wasn’t putting up a fight anymore and wasn’t any fun.

But under the unhealthy sweat of detox, he smelled like something she wanted to press her face into and just breathe.

And he was being polite. Making friendly conversation. Thanking her for accepting him, for letting him help in the kitchen, even though it hadn’t been his idea. Mik’s order had been couched like a suggestion but she’d recognized it for what it was as readily as Buck had.

He was holding it together, even though she suspected it was causing him physical as well as mental anguish.

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What happens next? Thrilling mid-air pursuits, space shoot-outs, a deadly common enemy. and possibly true love…but first, one surprisingly tasty dinner, with flirting.

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

Time enough to fall in love.

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

Buy links: Amazon / iTunes / Kobo / All Romance Ebooks (Nook is coming soon.)

 

31 Aug 2016

A more naked taste of BUCK, NAKED

Posted by Teresa Noelle Roberts. No Comments

Redmond Ramos, a well-built, bearded man whose left leg is missing just below the knee, stands naked, his hands strategically placed to cover the bits you can't show on many sites. His prosthetic leg. decorated with American flags, stands beside him.

If you want help imagining Buck naked, drool over Redmond “Doc Peg-Leg” Ramos; photograph by Michael Stokes

I’m back with another Buck, Naked tease, and this time he and his heroine Aleema are finally getting naked. (They try earlier in the book. Villains keep interrupting them.)  Since they’ve both been celibate for a long time, it’s emotional, intense, and a little awkward.

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

 

Hands on his hips, she guided him toward the mattress, encouraged him down onto it.

It had seemed more than adequate when she’d dragged it out from the city, but compared to Buck’s height and bulk, it seemed tiny. At the same time, it encompassed the whole galaxy.

A galaxy that swirled and expanded as they got naked.

Buck had more scars than undamaged skin.

So did she.

Hers were pale against her dark skin and had had plenty of time to fade. He was fair-skinned, so the scars stood out starkly purple.

She did her best to kiss each one of his scars. At first he lay very still, making small noises of protest. But her lips and her tongue and her hands wore him down and before long he moaned deep in his throat.

Parts that Aleema had done her best to ignore for two centuries woke up hungry. Her pussy felt swollen, lush, wet enough to irrigate the desert, and Buck hadn’t even touched it yet. Her nipples ached where she brushed against Buck’s delightfully furry chest. She couldn’t even remember, at this point, whether she’d fancied men with beards and chest hair when she was young, before the Seera. All she knew was that Buck’s beard felt cosmic on her skin, and the chest hair accented the lines of his battered, muscular body and she wouldn’t change his hairiness for a fashionably depilated smoothstyle man. Not even for a whole shipload of them, all handsome as holo stars, randy as Marines on leave, and rich enough to buy her a planet of her own.

She couldn’t get enough of the salt and musk of his skin, couldn’t get enough of the varying textures of him, or of the noises he made and the way his hands alternated between tangling in her hair and exploring her body with just the right combination of roughness and reverence.

Her kisses grew more heated as she lavished them lower and lower on his body. At the damaged left thigh, she paused, asked, “May I touch you here?” The physical pain had healed as much as it ever would, but that didn’t mean it didn’t still twinge in other ways.

She felt the shrug, although she didn’t see it. “Sure. Not sure why you’d want to… Oh!” She was licking the scars, nibbling, lavishing all the affection she’d kept hidden for so many years to show him she thought he was gorgeous just as he was. As she tongued his inner thigh and kissed her way down to the slick, stretched scars where the prosthetic interfaced with his leg, she could feel him let go and sink into a dreamy, aroused state.

Blurb:

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

Time enough to fall in love.

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

Buy links with pre-orders available: Amazon / iTunes / Kobo / All Romance Ebooks

It will also be available for Barnes and Noble Nook on or slightly after the official release day of 9/1. (Nook claims it may take up to 72 hours after the book “publishes” tomorrow.) Apologies to my Nook-using fans; next time I’ll get the pre-order right.

30 Aug 2016

The first excerpt from BUCK, NAKED

Posted by Teresa Noelle Roberts. 1 Comment

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

I’m remiss. Buck, Naked comes out on Thursday, September 1 and I haven’t shared any tasty excerpts with you yet. To make up for it, I’ll share a few over the next several days. If you’ve read Thrill-Kinky and Bad Kitty, you already know Buck’s a little damaged. In this book, we learn he was the victim of some alien medical experiments as a POW, and they’ve had lasting effects–ones that will either make him more than human or destroy him. Aleema may be the only person who can help him, but she’s been warped by the same aliens. This excerpt shows Buck and Aleema’s first meeting and it’s not exactly a “cute meet” to say the least! The combination of attraction and paranoia mark a lot of their initial interactions.

At first glance, Aleema was good-looking, a tall, curvy human woman with black hair brushing her shoulders and skin far darker than Buck’s own fair complexion, though lighter than Mik, who was as close to actual-factual black as a human got without cosmetic mods. Maybe this gig wouldn’t be so bad. Awkward, sure, telling his woes to a complete stranger and a pretty one at that, but at least he’d have something nice to look at while he was getting his head shrunk.

Then he took a second look.

She had human features, human coloring. But her eyes were solid black and when she extended her arms to hug Gan, Buck saw her left hand had webbed fingers like a Seera. She had only five fingers, like a proper human hand, not seven, but it was close enough to a Seera to register as a threat. He reached for his laserpistol before he could stop himself.

The voices in his head screamed no.

Not his conscience, although that was making some noise about the notion of shooting a friend of Gan’s in cold blood, but the voices in his head, the horrors that more often than not prompted him to do stupidly violent things.

This time, the horrors were reminding him of things he’d rather forget about his time as a prisoner of the Seera. The experiments they’d performed on him and other captured soldiers. Stars, the things they did to themselves sometimes, just for fun or curiosity, best as he’d been able to figure out. A Seera scientist never met a natural body that couldn’t be “improved” in some way.

If Aleema was a survivor of a Seera experiment herself, one worse than what he’d undergone or at least leaving more obvious traces, it made sense why Gan wanted them to meet.

Buck was still creepified, but he’d give her a chance.

He could always shoot her later.

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Aleema peered cautiously out the door, checking all directions and, not for the first time, thanking the stars for the irony that the modifications that made her caution necessary also made it easier by improving her field of vision and heightening all her senses. It had been years since anyone other than bored teenagers had messed with her, and the teens had confined themselves to painting rude slurs on her housepod. Her neighbors were used to her odd appearance and as long as she wore gloves and dark glasses or contact lenses, she could move about freely in other areas. She probably wouldn’t get harassed if she omitted the gloves and glasses—she wasn’t the only Seera survivor in Naxos City with some visible effects—but her mods were extensive enough they made people notice her, and that was never a good idea. If people paid too much attention, they might pick up that she didn’t age, even as much as people addicted to vanity regens inevitably did.

Besides, it never hurt to take precautions. Over the long years, a lot of people had tried to kill her. They hadn’t succeeded, of course, but the attempts still hurt. She might heal faster than unmodified humans, but she felt pain just as keenly.

Gan was waiting outside, just like he’d commed that he would be, his human husband by his side. A bearded human male, scruffy and scarred, paced back and forth behind them as if guarding the rear. He had the posture of a soldier and was assessing the street for threats even more obviously than she had been. It had to be Buck, the man Gan hoped she could counsel.

Assuming he was Buck, he screamed armed and dangerous. He didn’t have a weapon visible, out of respect for local laws, but she could tell he was carrying. He hid it well, but her vision was keener than most, saw things it wasn’t supposed to notice.

And marling stars, he was attractive, though he seemed to be going out of his way to hide it, with the messy brown hair and untrimmed beard. His faded red clingshirt stretched over a broad chest that a loose olive jacket did little to conceal. She knew from Gan’s coms that Buck’s baggy olive trousers—some planet’s military surplus, she guessed—hid a prosthetic leg, but she wouldn’t have suspected from the way the man moved.

She took all that data in and analyzed it in the short time it took her to walk toward Gan, another blessing and curse of being who and what she was. She wasn’t a cyborg—though people who had the good fortune to be unfamiliar with the Seera sometimes thought she might be one of those rare flesh-machine hybrids—but both her senses and her thought processes ran far faster than the norm.

Which meant that even while she gave Gan a big hug, taking in his pleasant, familiar smell of milk and sunshine, she remained vigilant. Remained aware.

Took in that Buck had noticed her eyes and her hand. Registered that he twitched toward the laserpistol concealed by the baggy jacket, but stopped himself.

Noticed the quick terror that passed over his face and the confused calm that followed it, like an order no one else could hear had squashed his momentary urge toward violence.

Stars, he was like her, as Gan had hoped and feared. The Seera hadn’t gotten as far with him in ways visible to the naked eye, but he’d had a lot less time to adapt to the ways his brain and body were no longer quite his.

With any luck, she could buy him the time he needed.

Blurb:

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

Time enough to fall in love.

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

Buy links with pre-orders available: Amazon / iTunes / Kobo

Nook and All Romance eBooks are coming on the official release day of 9/1. Apologies to readers who want those formats, but they don’t offer pre-orders (or at least I haven’t figured out how to make pre-orders work, which is another possibility.)