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.


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.


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!


(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.

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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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In the second set of adventures, Sir and Babygirl’s relationship, built on a mutual love of kink and a need for the dominance and submission lifestyle, must move forward or stagnate. Can Babygirl set aside her fears of heartbreak? Will Sir convince his sweet submissive that he loves her completely? And just how many erotic adventures can these two get into as they navigate their growing relationship?

Find out in the sequel to The Adventures of Sir and Babygirl. This time, Sir and Babygirl are Bound by Love.

Story Excerpt:

Babygirl arched her back and pointed her toes. The center of her body burned with desire. The phantom hands in her dreams became all too real as she realized Sir was the one driving her to the brink. His fingers stroked her pussy with a feather light touch. The sensations were delicate and sensuous bringing her body quickly to the brink of climax.
She spread her legs wide, granting him complete access, but she was terrified of the burn building inside of her. Her body was so sensitive that even the light touches on her clit seared her and caused her to cry out from a combination of pain and pleasure.
Her body shook as his hand mercilessly stroked her slit, harshly rubbing against her clit. He growled into her ear as she began to cry out, wordlessly. His hand moved faster than before, bringing her to the brink before –
“Please, oh God, please, Sir, please can I come? Please, please, please, pleasepleasepleaseplease.” Her whispered pleas became incoherent as she tensed every muscle in her body to prevent the oncoming avalanche of an orgasm.
“Come for me, girl.” His raspy whisper was hot on her ear. She threw her head back and convulsed around his hand, fluids gushing from her body in a climax that soaked her pajamas and the bed beneath her. Sir’s hand never stopped it’s movement. Now she could hear the evidence of her own desire. Wet, slurpy, squelching sounds filled the room as his fingers moved in and out of her. She felt the next orgasm building right behind the first. Wailing, she arched her back as she came again, liquid pouring out of her body.
Sir chuckled. “Keep on squirting, Babygirl. I intend to wring you dry before I take what’s mine.”
She gasped as another wave of pleasure crashed over her. Writhing under his hand, she squealed through gritted teeth, terrified of making too much noise and more afraid of coming apart at the seams. Her hips lifted off the bed, bucking as her pussy clenched in one teeth-jarring, body-wracking orgasm. Every muscle contracted as her body convulsed. Finally spent, she collapsed into the soaked covers, breathing hard, unable to move a muscle.
“My turn.” She couldn’t miss the satisfaction in Sir’s voice.
He flipped her on her side as if she was a ragdoll. Not that I can move on my own. I’m boneless. He pulled her hips against his pelvis. Babygirl arched her back and lifted her top leg, giving him easy access to her swollen opening. In one smooth move, he entered her and began thrusting. The feel of his hips meeting her bottom made her close her eyes in sheer bliss.
“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh…” At this angle, he was hitting the exact perfect spot. If he kept it up, she would come again.
With one hand, he dug his fingers into her hip with enough force to leave bruises later. His other hand wound its way through her hair. Between gasps, Babygirl purred at the feel of his hands on her body.
“Eeeek!” Sir grabbed her hair and yanked her head back. Her scalp burned from the force of his grip. Her breath was restricted slightly, causing her to rasp with each thrust into her soaked pussy.
He growled deep in his throat and began to fuck her faster and faster, thrusting in and out at a blinding pace. She could feel his sweat-soaked chest against her back. She gripped the sheets in a futile attempt to brace herself. Letting go of her hair without a word, he pushed her head into the mattress, forcing her down. Tightening his grip on her hips, she cried out in pain and pleasure, knowing without a doubt she would bare his mark before they were done.
“Touch your clit, girl.” His voice was ferocious even though he ground the words out through clenched teeth in a raspy whisper.
In her current position, it wasn’t easy to get her left hand down to her clit, but she managed. The moment she touched herself, she screamed into the mattress as she exploded. She heard Sir chuckle behind her.
“Yeah, I like to feel that pussy clench around my cock. Again, girl. Don’t fucking stop.”
Although she was painfully tender, she continued to stroke herself as he ordered. Every time she climaxed around his cock, he grunted. Without a word, he yanked her head up by her hair, forcing her head back at the same painful angle.
“I’m going to fill you with my seed, girl. That’s what you want, isn’t it, little slut? You like being my fucktoy…”
With each word Sir thrust harder and faster until she felt him stiffen behind her, every muscle contracted as he groaned the last word out. She could almost swear she felt the hot jets of fluid shooting into her body. He held her in place until the end. Shuddering, he lay back against the bed, panting as if he’d just run a race. Smiling to herself, she clenched her pelvic muscles, loving the way he gasped with each contraction, milking his body for every drop of his essence.
They both lay in silence, breathing hard as they recovered from the vigorous fucking. After a moment, feeling their combined juices trickling out of her body, seeping into the crack of her ass and the sheets beneath them, Babygirl rolled over and wrapped an arm around Sir’s chest.
“Thank you, Sir. I didn’t think you had the energy for this tonight.”
“Tonight? Babygirl, it’s four in the morning, and I feel fine.” Babygirl giggled at his teasing tone.
“I think I like being woken up this way, Sir. Much better than a boring old alarm clock.”
“I’d like to think being used as my personal fucktoy is better than any other method.”
Sir looked down at her, waiting for a response, and found her drifting off. “Sleep, Babygirl. I’ll wake you up again in a few hours.”
“Mmmm, I sure hope so, Sir,” mumbled Babygirl. She sighed with pleasure and fell back asleep.

About Kayla Lords:

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

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

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Saturday Spankings, October 11th

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Hi! Fancy meeting you here. I’m new to Saturday Spankings but once upon a time, many moons ago, on a different blog, I used to participate in Six Sentence Sunday. I enjoyed doing that and missed it when it stopped. The other day, on a wistful whim, I started poking around on Google to see if anyone had put Six Sentence Sunday back into action. I came across a post from another author suggesting for those of us who enjoyed SSS and didn’t mind a little naughty stuff, to hop on over to Saturday Spankings and give it a try. So… here I am.

While I don’t often use spankings in my stories, this sounds like fun so I’m not going to shy away. Here goes…


Zach pulled me toward the right and I followed willingly. I could feel him sit, presumably on the couch and the butterflies fluttered through my midsection. He forced me down over his lap in a position that I hadn’t expected. My stomach rested against his naked thighs and I could feel his hard length teasing my side. My arms hung over the edge leaving me completely at his mercy.
“What are you doing?”
“Punishing you for being such a naughty girl. I should have done this a long time ago.”


Eight sentences isn’t much. If you need more, you can find it here. Happy Saturday and thanks for taking the time to read!

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FIRE AND ICE by Maya DeLeina


Fire and Ice


Seasons of the Vampire I


Title:  Fire
and Ice
Series: Seasons of the Vampire I
Author: Maya DeLeina


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Noel Tierney thought she’d have enough time
before the predicted storm to make it to her holiday retreat, but the snow
hit sooner than expected. Caught unprepared on a treacherous pass, poor
visibility and icy conditions lead to a crash. She lay immobile in her
vehicle, stranded in a ditch in the most remote leg of her journey.
A faceless hero comes to her rescue and Noel
has no choice but to wait out the blizzard in her rescuer’s unique cabin
nestled in the woods. Everything about Grayson James peaks her curiosity—his
valor, air of mystery and most of all, undeniable attractiveness.
For three days and nights, passions are
unleashed and unexpected emotions are brought to life. When the storm breaks,
Grayson vanishes into thin air, but not before revealing startling news that
leaves her questioning her sanity.

Fast forward years later and Noel is in the
southernmost part of the United States. She’d come seeking solace after her
husband’s tragic death, but what finds her in Key West is more than she ever

In the sultry summer, her unbridled winter’s
ecstasy resurrects.
And so does the Vampire.  


In the depth of winter I finally learned that there was
in me an invincible summer.” 
-Albert Camus 

Story Excerpt:

Dark yet welcoming, the restaurant pulled them in with its
The plastered walls were sponged in color blocks of a deep red and
black. The ceilings were painted in a high polish black and stone black tile
lined the floor. Striking kabuki masks and detailed silk kimono robes lined the
The women shared the restaurant with no one except the spiciness
of sriracha seasonings and robust scent of the rich soy sauce that filled the
air. They sat on their high top stools at the bar, enjoying the food and the
reprieve from the heat. 
“Air conditioning is nice, huh?” Noel asked.
“Yes, I’ll give you that. I forgot how sticky this weather can be.
I think we have to get used to having bad hair and make up days.”
“I think you’re right.”
Suzanne finished sipping the last of the broth. “The soup is
amazing. It’s not the kind of cuisine I had in mind for our vacation in Key
West, though.”
“I had no clue this was even here. But, I needed this…helped with
my hangover.”
“Feel better?”
“Absolutely. I think I can tackle a Sandhill Hooker shot or two
today. After all, we are on the infamous Duval Street.”
“Okay, pickle juice that way…now you’re talking.”
She looked around the place and smiled. “It’s pretty cool in
Suzanne leaned her head back. “And look at how high the ceiling
is. I like all that exposed ductwork. I wonder what this place was before?”
“This used to be a club,” said the waitress as she carried in a
case of liquor from the kitchen to the bar.
“This was a club?” Suzanne asked.
“Yeah. You two new to Key West?”
“First time here.”
Noel sat quietly listening to the conversation unfold between
Suzanne and the waitress.
“You want a little history on this building you won’t hear about
on any tour guide?” The waitress asked as she unpacked the box and carefully
placed the bottles on the lighted shelves behind the bar.
“This restaurant and the entire vacant spot next door used to be
one big club.” The waitress turned around and pointed towards the ceiling. “There
was an entire second floor up there. The owners of the restaurant demolished it
since the place is small and narrow. The height makes it feel spacious. You can
sorta tell how it looked like the second floor with that small area they kept
above the kitchen. The red spiral staircase you see leading up to that
area…that’s original to the building.”
“Yeah, taking the second floor out does make it feel bigger. So
the club must’ve been packed all the time to have two floors, huh?”
The waitress laughed and leaned against the counter. “They didn’t
advertise.  And you notice it’s off of
Duval right?”
The women nodded.
“Not much foot traffic on this street like Duval. This was the
hush-hush place. You had to get invited. Secret door knock and password would
let you in—extremely private and exclusive.”
“You ever get invited?”
“Oh, God, no. I have no idea who
got invited, but I wasn’t one of them. In fact, I never knew the club existed
until a friend told me that the owners were going to put the building up for
sale a few years ago. I was like, ‘what
’ And the thing was, I walked past the place many times and always
thought it was an abandoned building.”
“So what was the deal? Why was it private? What went on?”
“Rumors claimed it as an adult playground.”
“If the place was still in operation, somehow I know Suzanne would
get an invite,” Noel chimed in.
Suzanne flashed a wicked smile.
“Possibly,” the waitress said. “Get’s your thoughts going, right?
Like, what exactly happened in there? Who went there? But the one thing I was
always curious about was seeing the place. They say it was like being on
another planet.” 
Noel awaited a break in the conversation to jump back in with her
questions. But movement from out of the corner of her eye caught her attention.
She snapped her head to look at the loft area and gasped. 
“What?” the waitress asked in a concerning tone.
She scanned the area in confusion.
“What’s wrong?” Suzanne asked.
“I-I thought I saw something up there.”
 The waitress peered into
the kitchen. “Can’t be. No one else is here except Jesse and he’s at sink.”
“What’s that door up there?”
“That’s the access point to the space next door, but its sealed
shut from the other side. Trust me. I’ve tried to see if I could get in to
sneak a peek.” 
“What is it that you think you saw?” Suzanne asked.
She shrugged her shoulders as goose bumps paraded along her skin.
The same feeling stirred again—as if she were being watched. “I thought I saw
someone looking down on us from that railing.”
Suzanne turned to the waitress. “We partied a bit last night.”
“That tends to happen in Key West.”
“I think we’ll take the check and I’ll get this one out for some
much needed fresh air and vitamin D.”
“Sure thing.”
“I’m not crazy, Suzanne,” she whispered as she reached for her
“I didn’t say you were. I just think you need to get outside.”
“Sammy told you right?”
“The boat? Me freaking out that someone was watching me last
“Yes. But, honey, I think you’re just thinking of Dante being in
this place and visualizing him. That’s all.”
The waitress slid the check across the counter and Suzanne
immediately snatched it up. “My treat. You get drinks tonight.”
Suzanne placed the cash on top of counter. “Keep the change,
darling. Thanks for the 411 on this place. Very interesting.”
“No problem. You guys go have fun.”

 About Maya DeLeina:

Maya DeLeina is a multi-published Erotic Vampire Romance Author with Siren,  Evernight and Ellora’s Cave Publishing.
Born and raised on the Hawaiian island of Oahu, Maya could be seen at her
favorite beach, Lanikai, performing with an all-girl band where she played
keyboards, guitar and provided vocals, working as editor in her high school’s
yearbook and volunteering her time at a humane society through UH of Manoa
civic groups.
In 2006, Maya relocated to Colorado. Her crystal blue oceans, waterfalls and
eighty-degree year-round weather were traded for four season weather,
enchanting forests and majestic mountains, which led to her rekindled love for
In winter of 2010, she penned her first manuscript and by 2011, Flesh Fantasy was
under contract and released by Siren Publishing. To date, Maya’s titles
includes Flesh Fantasy, Veil of Seduction, Blood of Luna, and Dark Companion, with Fire
and Ice
and Crimson Snow being
added to her bookshelf by the end of 2014.
In mid 2014, she banded with other Colorado romance authors to form the group, Mile High
which Maya serves as “The Vamp”. Catch her Forbidden Fruit Friday blog and guests she hosts
on Sultry Saturdays
Not only does Maya have theatrical book trailers that bring her sexy vampires to
life, Maya and her vampires were featured in Singer/Songwriter Jill Cohn’s music video “Blessing

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WIP Wednesday, October 8th


Welcome to WIP Wednesday and thank you, Melody, for hosting this fun blog hop. I’m grateful for the opportunity to participate and share my little teasers amongst some very talented authors. For anyone who doesn’t know, WIP Wednesday is an opportunity to share a little sneak peek from our current work-in-progress. They are likely to change as they make their way down the writing path, but it’s still exciting to get that first glimpse into a story as it takes shape.

Over the past two weeks, I have been focusing my attention on the Halloween anthology titled Corrupted Desires that I have been fortunate to be a part of. I’m really excited about the upcoming release of this free ebook but I’ve gone back and forth quite a lot in whether I should share another little peek at my story, Come to Me, from that anthology, or if I should switch gears and share something entirely different. Decisions, decisions…

Ultimately, I’ve decided to share something new. #SecretProject is coming soon and I’m honored to be one of the eight authors involved in this awesome project. After you’ve read my little teaser, please, please, please take a moment to join in the thunderclap campaign to help spread the news. It’s greatly appreciated!


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“You have a beautiful home,” she said trying to regain her composure once he’d let go.
“Thank you.” He moved around behind Clara and caressed her breast, squeezing it with warm hands. His other hand stroked her belly and grazed the upper region of her pubic hair.
“Oh!” Clara squealed as he reached down and slipped a finger between the folds of her sex. There was no pretending that his touch did not affect her as he glided easily through the slippery wetness.
“You are lovely.”
Clara tried to pull away from him but he only pulled her closer to his body as his erection pressed into her backside. She closed her eyes waiting for the moment to end, still toggling between uncertainty and incredible desire. Jenna closed in, pressing soft wet lips against Clara’s and parting her mouth with her tongue. Clara had never kissed another woman before and the feeling overwhelmed her senses. She wanted to tell Jenna to stop but the reality was that she’d wanted this from the moment that she saw her friend stretched out naked on the bed. Maybe she’d always wanted it. She couldn’t remember anymore.
Her wildest fantasies, Adam had promised her when they met and although she’d never admitted to having any, this certainly would top that list if she did.
“You like that, don’t you, Clara?” Jenna asked. Jenna caressed Clara’s arms from top to bottom and then back up again, massaging her shoulders, and gliding with purpose toward exposed breasts after Jacob pulled away the cover to reveal Clara’s body. Jenna stooped to take Clara’s nipple into her mouth, sucking gently at first and then slightly harder until Clara moaned. Once she was satisfied with the attention she’d given to one side, she moved to the other breast and repeated the motions. Now Clara needed the support that Jacob offered her so that she did not simply collapse from the pleasure that Jenna offered her body.
When she opened her eyes, she found herself looking into Adam’s eyes who had taken the liberty to join them, positioning himself behind Jenna so that he could kiss and nibble the back of her neck and grasp her nipples, pinching them between his fingers.
Clara tilted her head back until it rested on Jacob’s shoulder and allowed him to begin kissing and manipulating her in a similar fashion while he watched Adam with Jenna mirroring Adam’s movements. Just when Clara believed that they had simply swapped sexual partners, Jenna turned in Adam’s arms and suggested in a loud whisper against his ear that Adam help guide her in teasing and driving Clara wild. Adam agreed readily.




WIP IT UP Wednesday, October 1st

WIPimage2Happy October! Welcome to my post in the WIP It Up Wednesday Blog Hop. This is the day when we get to share little snippets of our current work-in-progress. Thank you to Melody for hosting this blog hop. You can find the list of participants on the official WIP IT UP WEDNESDAY blog.

Last week I shared a snippet of a story that I’d been planning to submit to a dark erotic anthology titled Corrupted Desires  set to release on October 13th, just in time for Halloween! I thought it would be fun to revisit that story this week and share the anthology cover and blurb in anticipation of its release. (Check back after the 13th for links to get your copy – it will be free.)

First, a brief teaser from my story Come to Me


“Come to me,” Laura begged the night, “Are you there?”
Her fingers rested on the edge of the planchette. “Are you with me?” she asked again. At first nothing happened but she persisted. Desperation had brought her this far and she was too close to feeling him around her to give up now. Deep within, a desire burned. It traveled down her arms, into her hands, and settled at her fingertips. The planchette glided slowly toward yes and stopped. Laura sucked in a gulp of air and tried to steady her nerves.
“I miss you so much,” she whispered to the board. She looked around at the darkness that flickered in the glow of the candlelight and brushed off the anxiety gnawing at the pit of her stomach. This is what she’d wanted all along, wasn’t it? She returned her attention to the board where her fingers still rested on the planchette and whispered, “Mike, you can’t leave me here alone.”
This time the planchette moved with purpose, darting across the board, pausing only long enough for her to acknowledge one letter before it moved to the next as it spelled out its message. The heat at her fingertips grew with such intensity that she almost let go. Laura’s heart pounded in her chest. He was truly here with her now. She longed to feel his arms around her.
He needs you.
“He? Who is he? Who are you?” she muttered in confusion. Panic filled her veins. If she wasn’t talking to Mike then who was she talking to?
“I’m going to join you,” she said in a hushed voiced. It was the first time she’d said the words out loud even though she’d been planning this moment from the time she’d lost him. “Wherever you are, stay there because I’m coming. Don’t leave me. We’re going to be together again.”
The planchette flew out from under her fingertips and raced to the other end of the board where it settled.
Laura couldn’t move it. She sat back in her chair with wide eyes. In the far corner of the room, she saw a long, dark shadow stretch across the floor. She sank into her chair as the shadow inched closer, reaching out and taking the form of a hand as it brushed across her ankle.




**** WARNING! ****
This book contains extreme BDSM, violence, graphic sexual situations, and dark supernatural and paranormal scenes. This book is only for those aged 18+. It is for those with an open mind and for those who ARE NOT easily offended.

This Halloween there will be no treats, only tricks. Tricks on your blackened mind, that is.

Corrupted Desires is not the sort of book that will have you skipping amongst the daisies and leaves you with that feel good feeling. This jaw dropping, dark erotic book will give you that prickly feeling on the back of your neck. It will send a chill right to your bones and it will most definitely mess with you head.

Allow these nine authors to show you what their definition of corruption is, as they take you down an intensely dark path to the unknown and the unfamiliar on All Hallows’ Eve. Let them bring a whole new meaning to the words “bump in the night.”


WIP Wednesday, Sept 24th

WIPimage2Welcome to WIP Wednesday! Each Wednesday a group of authors get together to share teasers from their current works-in-progress. I’m excited to say that this week I’m joining the fun!

This week’s teaser comes from a short story that I wrote for an upcoming anthology. If you like it, and I hope you do, check back soon for the details on where you can find not only this story but several others because those details are soon to follow…


“Hello?” he repeated but there was no one there. He looked at the display of incoming calls but according to his phone, the last call he’d received was at seven that evening. “Well, isn’t that just great,” he muttered to himself, “Now my phone is fucked too. Just what I need.”
Just as he leaned back against his pillow to stare at the ceiling, the phone buzzed again. He turned his head to watch the phone dance across the bedside table with the vibrations, moving dangerously close to falling over the edge. He reached over and picked it up, looking at the display before answering it.
“Shit,” he whispered before accepting the call and bringing the phone to his ear.
Come to me.
“Hello? Hello? Who is this?” He tossed the phone aside in frustration. Someone was playing tricks on him, he decided. Probably one of his asshole friends from the party who decided that he would be the perfect recipient of their little Halloween prank. Poor, desperate Alex that can’t keep a girl in his life. Damn it, he thought again. Had he really become that pathetic? He reached over and powered off his cell phone and made his way to the shower. Although the phone call had helped to distract him, the images from his dream still lingered. Funny thing was, this time it wasn’t Michelle and her new lover he was dreaming about. It was someone else, some beautiful vixen, and she’d been in danger. In danger of what? He wasn’t certain. He didn’t know why a stranger in a dream would affect him so much but he realized as he stripped his boxers and turned on the hot water in the shower that he was still shaking. In danger of my hard on, he muttered under his breath.
She needs me.
In response, his cock twitched and stiffened to the point of discomfort. He tried to ignore it but as the warm water poured down around him, he could feel her hands grip him. He could see her mouth open in invitation and he was powerless to do anything except give in to the control that she held over him. She needed him and so help him god, if this was how she needed him, who was he to complain? It had been so long since anyone had touched him this way. Maybe forever.
He watched entranced as the water flowed down, soaking her dark hair and plastering it to her face. He moaned as she worked him, so soft, so insistent. She slid her ample breasts against his body as she rose to her feet and claimed his mouth. So soft, so wet, so inviting. His hands wrapped around her waist and pulled her to him.
His hands glided effortlessly against wet skin until he cupped her ass in his hands and sank deep into her core. She threw her head back in ecstasy. Water continued to pour down around them. He turned her until her back was against the wall of the shower, bracing her there so that he could fill her over and over. Relentless. Madness would claim him if he didn’t have all of her.


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