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! 🙂



Available Now! Sink your teeth into something sinful this Halloween.

corrupted**** 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.”


Pick your poison…





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, 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.


Thanks for reading my little snippet! If you enjoyed it, be sure to drop me a comment and let me know. Then, be sure to hop on over to read more spicy tidbits from my fellow authors. You won’t be disappointed. 😉 Since I can’t get the code to work, here’s the link to the blog list —> CLICK HERE!

Surrender, Erotica with a Paranormal Twist

surrender coverWhen I originally wrote Surrender, I walked away from the keyboard shaking my head and thinking that I could never actually publish it. It wasn’t that I didn’t like the story because truthfully, I loved it. I felt as though, as far as erotica is concerned, it’s one of the best I’ve written, and while it may be short, it certainly packs a punch.

The problem, I felt, was the fact that it was so much darker than the lighter ‘Alisa’ stories that I share and it’s the first time that I combine my love of paranormal with my love of …. well, sex. I let the story sit for a while as I tried to come up with ways that I could change it but the longer it sat, the more I simply grew to love the story I’d written.

Instead, I created a brand new pen name and went about the time consuming business of opening a new Twitter and Facebook account for her. Then I published this as a debut story titled Desperate Desires under the pen name. I had a couple of sales but literally, only a couple. I did a free promotion and even still, the story didn’t take off as I’d hoped it would. I do know that to be successful, I would have had to keep going and build up a library of stories to offer potential readers and since I believe Rachel and Devon’s story will continue, it shouldn’t have been hard to imagine.

But ultimately, I came to the conclusion that it’s exhausting to try to keep up with two separate pen names and all the social media that goes into putting both in the public eye, so Desperate Desires slipped deeper into the corners of oblivion. This made me sad. Remember, I love this story.

So, deep breath, here we are. I have deleted the pen name and all her social media accounts and blog. I made a few minor changes to the story (but resisted the urge to tone it down too much), and I changed the title to one that I like better. Today, I am proud to announce that the story is now proudly amongst my collection and I’m bracing myself for any feedback I may receive.  I’m happy to share a snippet of it here.


The blurb:

Some creatures stalk the night in search of prey to satiate blood thirst needs. Others, equally dangerous, stalk the night in search of carnal pleasures to ensure survival. Rachel Morina had been roaming the earth as a succubus for more years than she cared to remember and somehow she never tired of the perks of the job – including gorgeous men who fell down around her, willing to satisfy her every need. Her mood and her appetite constantly evolved but her primal need for sex never faltered. But no life is perfect and Rachel knew this all too well. While she could have any man she wanted, there were always dangers that potentially lurked around every corner and as a result, she could never stay in one place too long and she could never have the same man more than once. Above all else, she could never know love.

When she meets Devon, she knows there is something unusual about him but will she surrender to the power he holds over her?


The snippet:

Some creatures stalk the night in search of prey to satiate blood thirst needs. Others, equally dangerous, stalk the night in search of carnal pleasures to ensure survival. Rachel Morina had been roaming the earth as a succubus for more years than she cared to remember and somehow she never tired of the perks of the job – including gorgeous men willing to satisfy her every need. Her mood and her appetite constantly evolved but her primal need for sex never faltered. But no life is perfect and Rachel knew this all too well. While she could have any man she wanted, there were always dangers that potentially lurked around every corner and as a result, she could never stay in one place too long and she could never have the same man more than once no matter how well-endowed or particularly talented he may be. Above all else, she could never know love.
Keeping her eye on the stranger across the room, Rachel took a long sip from her drink to steady her nerves. She was starving and he was just the fix she needed. She set down the drink and licked her lips, catching his attention as she did. She could tell by the way he stared at her that he was sizing her up. He would be attracted to her, they all were. Standing at just under six feet with a lean muscular body, she intimated some men, but not the ones that mattered. The latter reveled in her curves and her confidence and didn’t mind taking the time to make sure her desires were fulfilled.
She smiled in his direction and he smiled back at her. Yes, she would gladly feast on him for the evening. There was little doubt of it now. It was only a matter of planning the details. How exactly would she use this man to satisfy her needs?
Reaching down to adjust her black stockings, she could feel his presence without looking up. This one was particularly handsome with rugged good looks and large broad shoulders that she couldn’t wait to massage. She stood up and glanced up at him, batting her eyelashes shyly as she did.
“Hi,” he said. Simple and to the point. She liked a man that didn’t feel the need to use more words than necessary.
“Hi,” she said. She cocked her head to one side as she took in every detail about him. He didn’t flinch as her eyes roamed his body from head to foot. He had dark hair that hung down over his face to partially hide even darker eyes. This was a man with secrets, dark and devilish secrets.
“Can I buy you a drink?”
“Actually, I was just leaving.”
“Come on, just one drink? I wouldn’t mind the chance to get to know you a little.”
“I’m Rachel,” she said extending a hand. He took it eagerly, bringing it to his lips and kissing softly. She felt the warmth travel from her hand to between her legs.
“It’s lovely to meet you, Devon.”
“The pleasure is all mine. So, about that drink?”
“I’ll have whiskey,” she said.
“That’s quite a strong drink for such a lovely lady.”
“I’m a strong lady.”
Devon motioned for the bartender and ordered two whiskeys. Once he’d paid for the drinks, they chose a quiet table in a dark corner.
“You here all by yourself?” he asked her as they settled into the booth seat.
Rachel picked up the drink and finished it in one sip. He gave her an appreciative nod and then did the same.
“Not anymore,” she said meeting his gaze. He licked his lips and slid closer to her, bending his head to inhale the scent of her hair. She watched their reflection in a mirror opposite and knew that there was something different about this one but she couldn’t quite put her finger on what.
“You’re a beautiful woman,” he told her, “And I am a very lucky man.”
“Yes, you are.”
She felt his large warm hand on her thigh as he moved so close that there was not even an inch between them. The table sheltered his hand from view of the other patrons at the bar. He could easily slip underneath her dress and do all manner of naughty things and no one would be the wiser. She sighed and uncrossed her legs, opening them just slightly in invitation.
Devon squeezed her thigh gently and stroked from her knee to the hem of her dress, deliberately toying with the edge to drive her wild. She laid her hand over his to stop his flirtations.
“You don’t strike me as the shy type,” he said looking at her.
“And you don’t strike me as the type to play games.”
“I don’t.”
“Then I believe we have an understanding.”
He nodded slightly but didn’t move his hand. His fingers dipped to her inner thigh and she trembled at his touch, opening her legs just a little more in automatic response. He took advantage of the gap to slide his hand all the way up to the wetness between her legs. She wasn’t wearing any panties and she moaned as he cupped her sex in his hand and coaxed her to greater arousal.
“You’re so wet,” he whispered into her ear, “Perhaps we should take this conversation somewhere a bit more private.”
“What exactly do you plan on doing with me?”
“Anything I want.”
To accentuate his purpose, he used his index finger to trace her clitoris and spread her juices over it as he rubbed lightly. Her body felt as though it were on fire. She slid back and watched their reflection through half closed lids as he played with her. It was pure torture the way he touched her and as he manipulated her sex, she could feel her need growing. She was getting so close to release. Her cheeks flushed with the realization that she was about to come in the middle of a public place.
Suddenly, he took his hand away and she looked at him in shock.
“Let’s get out of here,” he said.
“Do you think I would really take a stranger home?”
“Yes, as a matter of fact, I think there isn’t much you wouldn’t do.”
She considered this for a moment.
“You may be right.”
“And it just so happens that there isn’t much I wouldn’t do either.”
“All the same…”
“Your pussy is soaked and aching for me. I know how to make you feel good. Really good.”
“I might hold you to that.”
As they stood up to leave, she deliberately brushed up along his body smoothing her hands over his chest as she walked past him, leading the way out the door. He was solid muscle under his button down dress shirt and she couldn’t wait to get him naked.
They walked in silence. He didn’t ask where they were going and she didn’t volunteer information. Being a large tourist town, he probably assumed that she was staying in one of the many local hotels. He was right, of course, but not for the reasons he expected. It was all part of her well executed plan, just like the tight fitting black cocktail dress that showed off her ample cleavage and firm stomach, and the black thigh high stockings and killer heels.


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