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Teasers from IT TOOK A ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE #romance #scifi #interracial

Since It Took a Zombie Apocalypse releases this Monday, I thought I’d share some teasers with you. If you pre-order now, the book will be delivered to your device or app on release day.

IT TOOK A ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE

It started with a kiss.

Then the zombies came. Now, Missy must work with the neighbor her parents hate if she wants to survive. But zombies aren’t the only threat to her life, or her heart.

Available January 30, 2017

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#SFRMonday: Meet BAD KITTY and her boys…. @TeresNoeRoberts #scifirom

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Bad Kitty by Teresa Noelle Roberts

BAD KITTY

CHRONICLES OF MALCOLM

by Teresa Noelle Roberts

When you make the Devil’s bargain, be prepared to take the heat. A lot of heat.

Most of cat-girl Xia’s early memories are repressed, thank the Great Cat Mother. But her body remembers how to kill.

The longer she and her fellow Malcolm crewmates are holed up on lawless Cibari hiding from assassins, the twitchier she gets—until the planet’s insanely sexy warlord, Rahal Mizyar, borrows her skills to take out slavers.

Rahal suspects Xia is his mate, but the human-raised female never learned the finer points of felinoid rituals. The solution: make her fall hard and fast for him, even if it means playing dirty.

Hired to determine if Xia is the long-missing granddaughter of the felinoid prime minister, Cal Janssen has finally tracked her down. Getting past Rahal, though, is a problem—until he’s mistaken for a notorious arms dealer and playboy. And he finds himself the object of both Rahal’s and Xia’s seduction.

When their first mission brings Xia’s memories bulleting back to the surface, she realizes she’s fallen for two men who don’t exist. Running away, however, could be her deadliest mistake.

Warning: Contains an assassin with a swiss cheese memory, a badass warlord who’s getting tired of his own con, and a freelance lawman. Secrets, lies, and hot sex with no rules.

Chronicles of the Malcolm series:

In the 26th century, humans and numerous alien races share the galaxy. Technology has advanced massively. Old Earth is a vast preserve and museum, and humans have spread to the stars. But some things remain the same. Love, lust, and money motivate both humans and other sentient species. Politics can get ugly. And crime can pay very well indeed.

Meet the crew of the independent freighter Malcolm. They usually succeed in keeping things only a little bit illegal. But then a seemingly legit job goes supernova—and they’re on the run, hiding from assassins, a planetary government, and their own dark pasts.

It’s the perfect time to fall in love!

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Rahal gravitated toward Rita and Xia. “Drax! You were holding out on me!” His voice was filled with mock menace, just enough of an edge to it that Xia glimpsed the dangerous man underneath the sleek, playful exterior. “You mentioned your own lady, Rita, who must be this charming human—” under Drax’s watchful gold gaze, he shook Rita’s hand rather than kissed it, “—but not this beauty.”
Drax opened his mouth, but Xia beat him to the punch, extending one small hand and saying, “I’m Xia. Xia Suarez. And you are one pretty-pretty man.” And obviously not queerbent one hundred percent. Thank you, Cat Mother.

“Thank you, beautiful Xia.” Her name sounded different when he said it, with the accent on the second syllable and a delightful lilting music to it.

It was the correct pronunciation, she realized. But it had been years since she’d heard it said that way, so long ago she really couldn’t remember. She listened to felinoid language lessons sometimes. She had nagging memories of knowing the language fluently when she was a kitten and she wanted to retain the little she recalled. Hearing her name on his lips, pronounced the way few nonfelinoids could get right, even her own family, thrilled her at the same time it made her want to cry.

Rahal made an even bigger show of kissing her hand than he had with Mik, bowing low, bending one leg and extending the other straight before him.

His lips were soft and hot against the top of her hand. He locked her gaze with his, pupils wide with curiosity and desire.

A raspy but soft tongue licked, drawing a delicate path from her knuckle to her wrist. It was almost as powerful as if he’d traced a similar path along her labia to her clit. She began to tremble. She never did that, not even when Nitari Belesku held a knife to her throat and she’d known she was about to die. Now, she was quaking all over.

The warlord turned her hand over gently as if she were valuable and breakable. As if she weren’t Xia Suarez, tramp freighter crew member, petty criminal, slacker and sometime assassin. He studied her hand intently then met her gaze again. “You have strong hands, Xia. Hands that know how to work and play, maybe even kill. I like that in a woman.”

Still maintaining eye contact, he brought her hand to his mouth. Then he bit into the fleshy pad at the base of her thumb. His eyes closed in ecstasy as he lapped at the blood welling in the small wounds made by his eyeteeth.

In her peripheral vision, Xia could see Drax, Rita and even Gan holding Mik back from getting all fatherly on Rahal’s tail. Gan was muttering under his breath like he was once again ready to explode. Buck was shaking his head, a strange look that might have been amusement or worry on his scarred face. Xia couldn’t spare much thought for them, though. All her energy was focused on the sudden, keen connection between her and the warlord.

He was tasting her blood the way smoothstyle types tasted wine. And the combination of the bite and the clever, raspy tongue simultaneously soothing the wound and drawing out more blood aroused her more than most of the foreplay she’d experienced in a not-exactly-inhibited life. She’d been with a few cat-boys before, but they’d been boys, her own age or younger, and most of them straight off Mrrwr. Innocent, though they wouldn’t like to hear themselves described that way.

Rahal was a man, an adult, playful but not innocent. Like her. He knew blood and pain, she sensed, even more intimately than she did, and he still knew how to use those things for pleasure.

Xia had wanted plenty of men in her short life, not to mention some women, a few transpeople and a couple of beings whose gender wasn’t easily described in Standard. And for the most part, she’d taken what she wanted, everyone involved had fun, and after they had their sexytime, she moved on. Simple. One night was safe, because if you shared one night with someone, you didn’t bother with sleeping. If she spent more than one night, even a good-looking fluffhead might notice the way she whimpered in her sleep.

She had a feeling that nothing about Rahal Mizyar would be as simple as her usual flings, and that one encounter would be far from enough to satisfy the ache.

This time, while she felt the familiar wet yearning between her legs, it didn’t originate there and spread outward to inflame the rest of her body. It seemed to come from somewhere deeper inside her.

Not her heart. She knew about hearts. Knew, despite what human romantics said, hearts had nothing to do with emotions, except to the extent that if you ripped someone’s heart out they wouldn’t be loving or hating anymore.

She knew anatomy. But she didn’t know where feelings came from.
If she did, she would rip this feeling out at the roots because it was more dangerous than Nitari Belesku and her ugly San’balese counterpart, more dangerous than a laser cannon in the wrong hands, more dangerous than her own secrets.

She didn’t just lust after Rahal. After knowing him for only a few minutes, she wanted him to share her life, her darkness as well as her light, wanted to trust him as if he were Rita or Buck or her father.

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About the Author

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 were her favorites until she realized science-fiction romances offered new possibilities for outrageous adventure, wild sex and love that overcomes serious obstacles, including being from different species!

Find her at http://www.teresanoelleroberts.com, on Facebook at https://www.facebook.com/AuthorTeresaNoelleRoberts, or on Twitter, where she hangs out as @TeresNoeRoberts. She tries not to spend too much time on Pinterest, but you can see the results of her procrastination research at https://www.pinterest.com/teresanoellerob/

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New Release ~ HER REAL LIFE HERO by @VickiBallante #fairytale #romance @DecadentPub

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Top Ten Fun Facts about Her Real-life Hero

1. The heroine, Joanie, is an aspiring romance writer.
2. The hero in Joanie’s romance novel called Theo comes to life. Imagine if you’re a writer and one of your characters comes to life and knocks on your door?
3. Theo is an editor of a publishing house and helps Joanie with her writing.
4. The magic in the story keeps moving Theo or his belongings around.
5. The story features a ghost.
6. The hottest scene in the book involves a food fight.
7. The book was inspired by times when I craved silence or time to myself hence Joanie’s need for space.
8. Shortly after meeting Theo, Joanie discovers a marriage certificate stating that they’re husband and wife.
9. Iron Henry does feature somewhere in my story.
10. Who’s the frog prince in the story? Theo, of course.

Her Real Life Hero by Vicki Ballante

Her Real-Life Hero

by Vicki Ballante

 A Beyond Fairytales Adaptation of

“The Frog King” and “Iron Henry”

Joanie wants to get her romances published but can’t seem to succeed with her writing. She buys an antique bureau which the shopkeeper says is magic. While using her new bureau, she begins to talk to the hero in her book, asking his advice on writing, all the while thinking it’s her own imagination. She promises he can live in her home, eat at her table and sleep in her bed, if he helps her with her writing. She doesn’t expect him to knock on her door and insist she keep her promise.

Theo has also bought a magic chest of drawers that brings him into Joanie’s life. He wants to settle down with one woman, tired of shallow relationships, and Joanie seems like the perfect candidate if it weren’t for her insistence on getting rid of him.

The magic keeps on forcing them to live together and Joanie’s not happy. This is her first year alone and she’s been craving time to herself after looking after her younger siblings and an ailing aunt. Theo’s presence in her home, although unwanted, stirs up needs she’s suppressed for years. When they start to discover things about the magic and why it’s bringing them together, will Joanie recognize another type of magic at work? Will she succumb to the charm of Theo or will her need for breathing space pull them apart?

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According to her clock radio, Joanie lay on her bed close to midnight, the light out and her mind spinning with thoughts of her book. Talking to her character had helped. She understood deeper point of view and had been able to make Theo and Kaley come alive. The snake scene had flown by so fast that when she glanced at the clock, which read eleven, her word count for the day stood at…oh, right, she couldn’t work that out if written on paper. Not a hassle. She’d filled five sheets with her curvy writing and thrown away tons of blotting paper.

Tomorrow, she would find a way to put her computer on the bureau because writing by hand took too much of her precious time. She only had the evenings to create. Plus she would have liked to know how many words she’d written for the day.

Not that word count was everything. Quality mattered more—she had a feeling that had upped a significant amount.

The moment she started to drift into sleep, the doorbell chimed. She jerked upright, her pulse pounding in her ears.

Anyone visiting at such a late hour must have an emergency.

She slipped her dressing gown on and rushed to the front door. Peering through the peephole confirmed someone there. Oh dear, she’d forgotten to switch on the outside light and could only make out a shape.

“Who’s there?” she shouted through the door, too lazy to find the switch a few steps away and anxious to know who it was.

“Theo. Let me in.”

Theo? The only Theo she knew was her hero. Maybe I heard wrong. “What did you say?”

“It’s Theo. You promised.”

How…? She gripped her head. Maybe she’d entered dreamland already…but his voice sounded so real. She pinched her palm. “Ouch.”

“You okay?”

“No, not at all.”

“Let me in. It’s cool out here.”

“Used to the blazing sun on the desert island?” Whoa! She’d talked to her character again, but this time, he had come into her world. What the diddly-do is going on?

He rang the doorbell again, and she backed away a few steps.

“How can I trust you?”

“You know me well by now, don’t you?”

Her hero, Theo, tended to be closed emotionally but deep inside, genuine as gold. He would lay down his life for the woman he loved, and like a perfect gentleman, didn’t demand his own way. He wouldn’t hurt a fly. The persistent man outside her door acted very different from her creation.

“Why should I let you in?”

“Because a promise is a promise.”

Tingles ran along her spine. Those had been her mother’s words to her, growing up. A promise is a promise, Joanie. No matter what, you must always keep to your word even if it hurts. If you don’t, your life will become a mess and you will start to lose control of everything.

Her parent’s advice had been her motto for the last ten years, and she’d kept to it. She’d always kept her word to her younger sisters, aunt, and friends.

“What are you talking about?” She sort of remembered bargaining with Theo to help her with her writing. What had she sworn to do for him? Surely, he hadn’t taken to heart whatever she’d said. She stared at the door. Um…Theo isn’t real. So, who am I talking to?

“Open up, please. Then I can explain.”

“Wait a minute.” She ran to her bedroom to fetch her cell phone to dial Leonora.

“What’s wrong?” Her friend’s voice sounded sleepy yet a little panicked.

“I’m letting a man into my house. His name is Theo Bartok. I do trust him. But I thought I’d tell you in case something happens, so at least you can let the police know.”

“Who is he? Do you know him?”

“Very well.” She rubbed her forehead. “Too well in fact.”

“You never told me about him.” She sounded wide awake.

“It’s not what you think. He wants to talk to me about something.”

“At two-thirty in the morning?”

“Never mind, Leonora. I’ll survive. I thought I should inform you.”

“Now, how the heck can I sleep?” she moaned. “Let me know when he leaves.”

“Thanks. It shouldn’t be long.”

After ending the call, she went to open the door, still hoping the intrusion must be a mixed-up dream from too much writing.

Theo strode in straight away, heading for her living room as though he knew the place. He lay down, propping his head onto the arm of the sofa, thick muscles tightening the sleeves of his shirt. “Phew, I’m exhausted.”

“Make yourself at home.” Sarcasm streamed from her mouth. “While you’re at it, can I get you coffee, a muffin, and a blanket?”

“Coffee and the muffin sound great. The blanket isn’t necessary yet.”

She rolled her eyes. Should she leave him alone to roam her house while she made the coffee?

He appeared just as she’d imagined—tall, sculpted muscles, dark-blond hair in straight bangs, and bronzed skin. A whiff of island and animal skin wafted to her. He couldn’t smell of that, could he? An image of the Tarzan skin he’d worn in her imagination flashed at her, as well as the memory of her brief, teasing touch. Did that happen for real?

At least he wasn’t still wearing a pouch around his hips, else she would be tempted to let him stay. Her breath came in choppy pants. A foreign sensation surged through her. No guy was so yummy—not even Richard, the resident heartthrob at work. She was all ready for sex—and he made her furious. The two didn’t mix. They shouldn’t.

 

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About the Author

Vicki writes erotic and fantasy romance. She loves taking her characters into an alternate world where strange and sexy things happen. She lives with her patient husband and three noisy kids in South Africa. In between being a busy stay-at-home mom who hates housework and spends half her life cooking everything from scratch, she runs several blogs, writes under another name, and buries herself in the delightful world of her characters.

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Teasers from AN ALIEN TO LOVE, coming soon to @DecadentPub #99cents #boxset

Hello, my dear readers! I’m so excited that AN ALIEN TO LOVE releases tomorrow.

This week I’m a featured author at the ARe Cafe. You can check out my interview here: http://www.arecafe.com/behind-the-books/meet-jessica-e-subject/

Be sure to come back tomorrow for an announcement about the tour and a CONTEST! But, today, I thought I’d share some of my favorite teasers from the story…

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Five HOT 1Night Stand stories with SEXY heroes from other planets in AN ALIEN TO LOVE by Jessica E. Subject

AN ALIEN TO LOVE

A collection of 1Night Stand stories

by Jessica E. Subject

Five HOT 1Night Stand stories by Jessica E. Subject about sexy heroes from other planets.

What do a librarian, a nurse, a director’s assistant, a housekeeper, and an orphan have in common? They all end up spending an evening with a gorgeous stranger. But, will one night lead to more, or will the women end up running away when they learn their sexy suitor comes from another planet? Find out in these five sensual 1Night Stand stories by sci-fi romance author, Jessica E. Subject.

Contains: Celestial Seduction, Satin Sheets in Space, Another Night, Another Planet, His Alien Virgin, and Her Alien Hero

Available July 1st. Pre-order from:

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Publisher: Decadent Publishing Company, LLC

Date Published: July 1, 2015

ISBN: 978-1-61333-845-2

Genre(s): Science Fiction Romance, Futuristic Romance, Alien Romance

Heat Rating: 3 to 4 flames – frequent love scenes  that are explicit and described using graphic and direct language

Word Count: 55,000 words

Page Count: approx.141 pages