Friday Fiesta Feature – Teresa Noelle Roberts

teresaWelcome to the Friday Fiesta! It has been a while since I have had the pleasure of hosting an author on my blog but when the opportunity came up to host Teresa Noelle Roberts, I couldn’t say no. Her new book, Witches’ Waves, is one that I personally pre-ordered and greatly look forward to reading. (Maybe this weekend!) I hope you will enjoy learning a little more about this very talented author.

About Teresa:

Teresa Noelle Roberts started writing stories in kindergarten and she hasn’t stopped yet. A prolific author of short erotica, she’s also a published poet and fantasy writer—but hot paranormals and BDSM-spiced contemporaries are her favorites. At least they were until she discovered that SF romance offers new possibilities for wild sex, imaginative adventure and love beyond boundaries, so she’s added that sub-genre to her repertoire. Oh, and she’s also half of the writing team known as Sophie Mouette, writing mostly light-hearted spicy romances (with occasional forays into erotica).

Teresa is a crunchy granola girl who enjoys belly dance, yoga, medieval re-creation, playing in the ocean, cooking, and growing more vegetables than she and her husband can possibly eat. She’d enjoy sleeping, too. She thinks. But it takes so much time!

She shares her home in southern Massachusetts with her husband, a Leo in law enforcement, and two overstuffed cats. She and her husband often plan vacations around food, history, and/or proximity to water.

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The Interview:

When did you first realize you wanted to be a writer?

I started dictating little stories and poems to my mom when I was still working on the whole holding-a-pencil thing. I started submitting for publication when I was about eight and asked for a subscription to Writers’ Digest for my twelfth birthday. So…pretty much forever.

What would you say is your interesting writing quirk?

I’m most productive when my husband is in the room with me, gaming on his laptop. The room of one’s own thing doesn’t work for me.

Do you prefer sunrises or sunsets?

I prefer sunsets because if I’m up to see sunrise, it’s too darn early! That said, I’ve deliberately gone to the beach to see sunrise while on vacation and it’s lovely in its own right. But sunsets seem more vibrant and brightly hued. This may be because I’m actually awake for sunset.

Name one actor/actress you would love to get naughty with?

If I have to limit it to only one—I’m a greedy creature and my fantasy list is long—I’ll go with Tom Hiddleston (aka Loki). Those cheekbones. Those intelligent, wicked eyes. That body. That yummy voice. The conviction with which he can tell an entire plazaful of people to kneel… and they do it. (OK, I know they all kneeled because it was in the script, but I’d be on my knees in an instant. Wouldn’t you?) Besides, I have to mention him here because he’s one of my visual inspirations for Kyle.

If you’re curious, Deck looks like a surfer-dude Chris Hemsworth, who is also on my fantasy boyfriend list, and Meaghan’s a more fragile version of a young Nicole Kidman. I don’t actively lust after Nicole, but I respect her talent and appreciate her beauty on an artistic level… so if in some crazy alternate universe she wanted to play with me, I’d be tempted.

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You know, I never thought of Tom Hiddleston that way but now that you mention it… yum! 😉

Now I’m even more eager to jump into Witches’ Waves, and I bet if you’re reading this, you are ready to learn more about the book, too. Good! Because Teresa is happy to share…

teresa noelle roberts witches wavesThe Blurb:

Witches’ Waves (Duals and Donovans: The Different 4)

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.

The 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!

Excerpt:

(A first-kiss scenario with a few twists. Meaghan has just announced she’s dying but plans to go out with a bang to save Deck’s niece from the Agency, which is taking an unhealthy interest in the infant witch/shapeshifter hybrid. And of course Deck and Kyle are on-again, off-again lovers. )

In an attempt to hide his agitation, Deck turned Meaghan around in Kyle’s arms and kissed her. Kyle’s arms stayed wrapped around her, supporting her, and he could feel Kyle’s dual heat, Kyle’s desire for him—no, for both of them, just as he’d suspected—despite the difficulty of the moment.
He tried to make it a gentle, reassuring kiss, but once he tasted Meaghan’s sweet lips, the cool, oceanic waves of her power and the warmth of her unexpected desire on his skin, it was damn hard not to take it further.
His magic had its own ideas about Meaghan. Though Deck’s healing abilities were limited, the human body contained so much water he could tell if something was seriously wrong with someone. And Meaghan didn’t feel dangerously ill. Her energy seemed off-kilter, but for all he knew, simply being blind might make her energy different from most people’s because she processed information differently. Meaghan tasted of intense but friendly water magic, something else familiar and strong and a little scary, and she wrapped her arms around him and kissed back, pressing her body against him. Her aura embraced him as hard as her slender arms could not. When he looked at her with witch-sight, she didn’t look fragile at all. Like Elissa, she was petite, but she packed a lot of magic and will into a small body.
Common sense and the sexual decency that every Donovan learned from an early age—a necessity when red magic, and thus the ability to seduce even without meaning to, ran in the family—kicked in. She’d been abused magically and physically; she might have been sexually abused as well. And she’d just told him she was dying. Even if he wasn’t sure the diagnosis was correct, she believed it, and it was rude to turn a gesture of comfort into one of possessiveness and lust. He pulled away, almost apologized, but decided that would be rude in itself since she’d shown every sign of enjoying the kiss. “I hope that was all right,” he said instead, surprised by how hesitant and humble his voice sounded. It wasn’t his usual style, but Meaghan threw him for a loop.
Meaghan didn’t say anything at first, but she looked up at him with huge, unseeing green eyes—it was uncanny the way she met his gaze even though she couldn’t see him, and he was pretty used to uncanny. She was smiling, her oversized aura peaceful and happy.
And heavily streaked with arousal.
Finally she spoke, and when she did, her voice was husky and amused. “All right? That was more than all right. I’m sick, but I’m not dead yet. Even my hair’s all tingly and happy. But you should kiss Kyle too. It’s only fair.”
Deck had a feeling his mouth was hanging open like an idiot.
It gaped even more when Kyle quipped, “Don’t you know about all’s fair in love and war?” He changed position, using his otter’s lithe grace, and closed his mouth over Meaghan’s.
For the first time, Deck fully understood what Kyle meant about otters always being either dominant or submissive, never just having a vanilla good time. Kyle crushed Meaghan to him, one hand gripping the hair at the back of her neck and pulling her face up to meet his, the other grasping her ass. “You’re not going to die,” Kyle whispered fiercely. “I won’t allow it.” And then he kissed Meaghan as if he could breathe his own life energy into her body with the power of his kiss. As if he were practicing his own form of red magic and hoped to heal with it.
Which would be an impressive trick. Duals with magical abilities were so rare they weren’t even a statistical blip, but in that moment, Deck could believe Kyle could do magic by sheer force of will, like a sorcerer, using a dual’s innate stubbornness and gift for imagery rather than a sorcerer’s web of words. He just hoped Kyle wouldn’t accidentally injure Meaghan. Deck loved Kyle’s intense physicality but a petite, sick woman might find it hard to take.
Deck poised to intervene if necessary, but Meaghan moaned and curved her body to meet Kyle’s, melding to Kyle as sweetly and willingly as she had to him. The red streaks in her aura flared even brighter.
Deck was a little envious of the response, but also of Kyle’s passion that had provoked it. If Deck had a sexually submissive streak, he’d never found it, but he was a sucker for a touch of rough possessiveness. A kiss like that one would definitely get him going, even if it ended with him wrestling Kyle into a playful submission they’d both enjoy.
Now that was a hot thought.
And once they’d taken the edge off with each other, they could turn their attention to Meaghan. That way, they might both be able to hold back enough to pleasure her without leaving the wrong kind of marks, either physical or psychological. Neither Meaghan’s illness nor her dark past seemed to hamper her ability to experience pleasure, but they’d have to be careful with her. More gentle than either of them were inclined to be by nature.
No. It was wrong to think about a kinky threesome with someone who might be dying.
At the moment he couldn’t remember why it was wrong. Meaghan deserved to have some fun, given that her life had been sucktastic so far and might be short. He might be all kinds of a fuckup, but his lovers had never complained about his abilities in bed. His reliability outside the bedroom, sure, but not his sexual prowess. And Kyle was a wild ride. But it still seemed to go against Donovan ethics to hit on a dying woman.

Links to Buy:

SAMHAIN     AMAZON     AMAZON UK     B&N NOOK     KOBO

Don’t miss another book by Teresa. Connect with her today on the social media site of your preference and check out her BLOG! Also, be sure to check out her alter ego SOPHIE.

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Thank you, Teresa, for taking part in my Friday Fiesta on the blog. It has been a pleasure having you and I wish you much success! 🙂

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#Masquerade is Available Now!

Masquerade LgThe long awaited erotic anthology, Masquerade, is finally available! This anthology features eight authors given one word. With just this one word to start, we were instructed to let our imaginations take flight and create a story. I am very honored to be included in this wonderful collection of authors and I guarantee if you give Masquerade a try, you will not be disappointed because each of the stories is a treat in its own right.  Keep reading for the details on the book, its contributors, a little excerpt from my story, and finally, the purchase links. Thanks for visiting!

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Vampires, menages, witches, BDSM, sex clubs, Dommes, subs, zombies. These eight original stories by some of today’s hottest erotic romance writers have one thing in common – a Masquerade. Behind a facade, the constraints of society fade, and fantasies come to life. Lose yourself in the Masquerade, and explore your wildest desires. Let the games begin…

Featuring:

C.P. Mandara – Dancing With Death

Alisa Easton – Masked Desires

Paige Matthews – Secrets

Glenda Horsfall – Under Cover

Gale Stanley – Optical Illusions

Kayla Lords – The Iron Maiden (hey that’s me!)

Dakota Skye – Dominating Justice

Hunter S. Jones – Fables Deux

AUTHOR BIOS & STORY EXCERPTS

C.P. Mandara 

Christina Mandara is a UK authoress and currently has five books in print: The Riding School, Learning the Ropes, Hot to Trot, Named and Shamed, and A Rough Ride.

Dancing With Death

Monsieur Martinet is no ordinary vampire. He is a master at his craft and can control humans with the merest flick of his eyelids. The vampire huntress with the porcelain skin and flaming red hair has killed all of his brethren, without exception and he now seeks the ultimate revenge: her submission in HIS bed.

http://author.to/CPMandara

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Alisa Easton

Alisa is a reader, a writer, a daydreamer, a lover, and an ice cream eater. She loves her fiction the way she loves her life – with plenty of steam.

Masked Desires

Clara had been accused of many things but daring had never been one of them. Everything changes the night she attends a masquerade ball with her best friend. Her identity hidden behind a mask, Clara is free of her inhibitions to live her wildest fantasies.

www.alisaeaston.com

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Paige Matthews 

Paige Matthews grew up in New England and currently lives there with her family. She writes erotic romance and erotica with BDSM themes. Currently, Paige has five novels published and another series coming. Join her on her website for more.

Secrets

Secrets are always hidden. Masquerade balls hide what we don’t want known. Combine them together and you have one erotic tale of firsts, secrets and reveals.

www.paigematthews.com

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Glenda Horsfall 

Born in Edinburgh, an accountant and author who likes to write romance with a bit of spice. Married to my own hero and raising four of our own.

Under Cover

Learn how the punishment for disobeying her master can be both pleasure and pain.

www.GlendaHorsfall.com

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Gale Stanley 

Gale Stanley was born in Philadelphia PA. She was the kid who always had her nose in a book, her head in the clouds, and her hands on a pad and pencil. Some things never change.

Optical Illusions

Once upon a time, Maggie was easy prey for a pedophile. Now she prefers fantasy to physicality. Then one enchanted evening she meets a man who tempts her beyond all reason.

http://galestanley.net/

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Kayla Lords 

Erotic writer, sex blogger, living the BDSM lifestyle, and drinking tea – all with a bit of sass and sarcasm.

The Iron Maiden

Sir and Babygirl have tested their limits before. This time, they’re taking it to whole new level – and making a new friend along the way.

http://www.kaylalords.com

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Dakota Skye 

Dakota Skye is a paranormal erotic romance author fascinated by all thing unexplained in the Universe. Her books include a Blurred Lines, Impact Zone, Uncharted Territory, SnowBound, and the short story Dominating Justice in Masquerade.

Dominating Justice

Lawyer by day, sex den owner by night, witch all the time, Melinda Dubois is an expert at keeping secrets. When the thorn-in-her-side Judge Bradley Bennett becomes The Den’s newest elite client, she looks forward to playing Domme and doling out some justice of her own. As vulnerabilities are exposed and masks removed, the question becomes—who is dominating whom?

http://www.authordakotaskye.com

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Hunter S. Jones 

Writer. Originally from Tennessee now living in Atlanta, GA – an Exile on Peachtree Street. I make things up and write them down. Author of the best-selling romantic series, September Stories, and some hot steamy erotica.

Fables Deux

Fables Deux is the follow up to the erotic steampunk cult favorite, Fables of the Reconstruction. The story finds the time traveling zombies Pierre von Minxle and Mary Montague in 2014. You’ll never believe where they are and what new escapade they have planned. As with all things Fables, a strange new magical blending time, reality and sexuality are revealed. Because nothing is ever as it seems. And, what better day for a hot zombie story than Day of the Dead?

http://www.huntersjones.com

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masked desiresMy story is titled Masked Desires.  Please enjoy my little teaser:

“I should get back downstairs to the party. My friend will be looking for me and she’ll worry if I’m not around.”
“Wait, please, just a moment.” He took her hand in his and she felt the jolt of electricity travel up the length of her arm and through her core. Even without seeing his face, there was some magnetic attraction between them that she couldn’t deny. Perhaps it was only a product of the masks and a few too many drinks, but she didn’t think so. She wanted him to kiss her but she was too afraid to let him.
Just as she felt his body shift again and their lips begin to touch, there was a rattling at the door. Without another thought, he was on his feet and pulling her toward the closet. They disappeared just in time for a couple to enter the bedroom.
“What are you doing?” she whispered in a panic.
“Shh… I’m sorry. We shouldn’t be in here. It should just be for a minute.”
She could feel his breath hot against her ear and caressing her neck. Her head swam again, although this time she knew it had more to do with his proximity than the amount she’d had to drink. His hands still held her in place one on each arm even though she didn’t dare to move. She could feel the hardness of his body against her back. She resisted the urge to lean back into him and let his body envelope her.
Through the small slats in the closet door, she had limited view of the bedroom. Two masked bodies giggled and kissed and held close to each other.
“We shouldn’t stay here,” she whispered but as she made a move to open the door, Adam stopped her with his large hand over hers. She stifled the sound that came out of her throat elicited by the simple touch of his hand to hers.
“If we give them a minute, they may leave.”
Although she felt slightly claustrophobic pressed so tightly into his body in the cramped space, she closed her eyes and concentrated on making her breaths even while she said a silent prayer that the others who had invaded their space would disappear quickly so they could leave the confines of the closet unnoticed. Only moments ago, Adam had been so close to kissing her. She hoped the moment had not been ruined.
Opening her eyes again, she was startled to find that the couple had almost completely undressed. Adam’s breaths had grown uneven and she knew that he was fully engaged in watching the other couple. Absently, his hands trailed lightly over her waist and she felt her panties dampen with anticipation. She could easily imagine herself in the other woman’s place. His hands moved up slightly and brushed along the underside of her breasts and she froze, but not because his touch was uninvited, but rather because she’d managed to catch a glimpse of the woman who occupied the bed. It was Jenna! Clara was envious of the beautiful body belonging to her friend. She would recognize that body anywhere.
Clara’s breath caught in her throat and although she didn’t want to intrude on her friend’s privacy, she couldn’t turn away. The man with Jenna slowly tugged on her panties until she lay stretched out completely naked in the bed wearing only her mask. Obviously finding his own mask too intrusive, her companion shoved it to the side before diving into the space between Jenna’s thighs where her moans made it clear that she enjoyed having him.
“I can’t watch this,” Clara whispered trying to turn around in the small space. She couldn’t allow herself to feel so aroused while watching her friend. All the same, she couldn’t take her eyes off of her, no matter how wrong. She managed to turn her body in the cramped space so that she would no longer have the ability to watch her friend, putting her face to face with Adam.
Adam’s lips claimed hers and she melted into them, so soft and inviting. His tongue parted her lips, testing the waters before taking her with more force. He turned her so that her back hit the side of the closet and pressed into her body slightly.
“Oh,” she gasped out loud despite their efforts to remain quiet, lest they be discovered. He sealed her mouth again, hungry and eager to devour her.
“One night. I never need to know your full name or identity,” he whispered in her ear before leaving a trail of tender kisses along her neck.
“No,” she protested as the realization took hold of what he was suggesting, “I couldn’t. Not here. Not like this.”

 

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