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Sunday, March 29, 2015

Weekend Writing Warriors March 29.

 For Weekend Writing Warriors--8 more sentences from Debbie Sue and the Alien.

That evening, Debbie Sue fixed more meat, with Mexican rice and beans for her and Bobby. Akarak ate some plain beans with his beef. Then she took Bobby upstairs for a quick wash down, story and bedtime kiss. He was a such an easy baby to get to sleep. She stayed in his room for a few moments, bolstering her courage.
He had been...kind, night after night. Akarak even gave the dogs treats from his plate. He was not a monster.
She decided on the bedroom at the end of the hall, where any noise they made wouldn't wake the child.
Debbie Sue bit her thumbnail while she waited.

Tuesday, March 24, 2015

*~SFR~* New Release from Aurora Springer!

Please welcome Aurora Springer and an exciting new SFR release!



 A thousand years in the future, wars and portal failures disturb the fringes of the galaxy. On Terra, twenty-two year old Violet Hunter seems an ordinary student of the Space Academy, who dreams of exploring unknown planets. She applies to serve as the pawn of one of the twelve Grand Masters, although her hidden talent of empathy makes her ineligible. Violet has defied the prohibition against psychics for half her life. Why should she stop now?
Isolation is the penalty for a Grand Master’s great power because their touch is deadly to a normal person. The Grand Master with the griffin avatar selected the girl with the star-shaped birthmark in spite of her father’s dire prophesy. He is suspicious about his disobedient pawn, yet he cannot deny the success of her missions to strange planets where she finds more than he expected.
Violet seeks the truth about the mysterious Grand Masters. Who or what are they? Do they threaten or benefit civilization? While searching for answers, Violet does the unthinkable. She makes a bargain with her obnoxious Grand Master and challenges him to meet her face to face, risking her secret to discover his purpose. She plunges into an impossible love and a world of intrigues. Will she survive the vicious conflicts?


Violet edged herself up into the crack and wedged her back against one side, while she carefully placed her toes. She pushed up, feeling overhead for the next handholds. Slowly, she climbed higher, falling into a rhythm. Place one foot in a secure spot, push up, reach her fingers into a crevice and pull up another step. Repeat and repeat again. She had no time to spare for fear during her laborious progress up the crack.
Just below, she heard the clunk of boot against stone as Taranis climbed. He watched her steps. Once, her foot slipped from a projection, and he gripped her ankle, guiding her to another foothold.

At length, she reached a rock ledge wide enough for her feet, and paused to catch her breath. Staring up, she saw the vertical chimney eased into a gentler angle. The rest of the climb to the top looked straightforward.

Taranis joined her on the ledge, his body pressed against hers. She closed her eyes and savored his solid presence and the tickle of power. He had touched her more often since last night. She didn’t know if it was for her protection or his pleasure. 

Violet tensed. A cruel, cunning mind wafted into her senses from an animal crouched out of sight at the top of the chimney. She whispered, “Taranis, a creature lurks in ambush at the top.”

He gazed up, and then glanced at her, saying, “I trust your senses. Give me the laser and I’ll deal with the beast.”

She handed the laser to him, and he slipped it into a pocket. “Wait here, Violet.” He climbed the last section, moving lithely from one flimsy support to the next, while she watched anxiously from her perch on the flat shelf.

When he vanished over the top she sensed a stir of alertness in the waiting beast. A short blast of psi power was followed by a high-pitched wail, and abruptly the power ceased. Violet was sure the Grand Master had exerted his power to kill the animal. She waited, listening intently, but heard no other sound or hint of power.
He had shielded again.

Violet climbed to where Taranis waited at the top. He dropped onto one knee and offered his hand to haul her up the final steps. The tickle of his power sang from his grasp. She scrambled erect, still clinging to his large hand, and stared around. An ugly black monster lay crumpled on the ground. Its legs still twitched with fading nerve pulses, although its head was severed from its body.

Taranis handed her the laser, and she casually thumbed the charge indicator. As she had suspected, no charge had been expended. He had applied his own killing power and not the laser to destroy the beast. She stared at Taranis, annoyed by his inscrutable expression. Still no chink in his mental shield. Why wouldn’t the Grand Master reveal himself?

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My career in science involves plenty of writing facts for research articles. But, I’ve imagined exciting adventures in weird worlds for as long as I can remember. For many years, life intervened. Now, I have achieved my life-long ambition to publish novels. My published works include science fiction and fantasy with romance and a sprinkle of humor. I was born in the UK and live in Atlanta with my husband, a dog and two cats to sit on my laptop. My hobbies, besides reading and writing, include outdoor activities like watching wildlife, hiking and canoeing.

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Scifi Romance Group Teaser Tuesday! More Debbie Sue

Debbie Sue has a chat with Akarak about current events:

Poshuts kill mate long far gone.”
Purple.” He rubbed his arm. “Purple leaders, nose.” He drew his hand out from his nose to indicate a snout. “Bad. Take Akarak world Vinshall, kill kill, much harm.” He rubbed his arms. “Blue Vinshall. Ssslaves no more. Poshuts, gone now.”
She tried to digest this. “The Poshuts killed your people, you were slaves, but now they are gone?”
Gone. Vinshall take all ships. Poshut ship slaves, many, many. Many kill, kill. Very harm. Ship Poshut world. Ssslavess. Vinshall...bring back. Vinshall own ships now.”
"But what about the Poshuts? Won't they come back and kill you?"
"Vinshall on Poshut, Vinshall on ships. Vinshall have all ships. Poshut have no Vinshall ssslaves."
"So you fought the Poshuts and won."

Coming Soon!

Tuesday, March 17, 2015

SFR Group Teaser --More from Debbie Sue and the Alien #sfrgtt

Scifi Romance Group Teaser Tuesday!

Somehow, Debbie Sue survived the Invasion--


 Debbie Sue froze in terror. The alien—he looked male to her—was huge, seven foot tall, maybe taller. His form was human-like, except for the spikes that ran down his spine, and the tail. His tail was long and thick, with lethal looking spikes and moving tentacles. She wondered if the spikes ejected poison. His skin in front was a greyish blue-green, the scales and spikes down his back were brighter. He was unlike the brighter purple aliens she'd seen from her window. His face was human shaped with flared nostrils and a wide mouth. He wore black shiny clothes that left his arms bare. His boots came over his knees and had sharp spurs on the heels. Inhuman eyes, faceted, were set in human-like eye sockets. His teeth. Oh my god, his teeth. Sharp and lots of them.
“Ssssiiit,” the alien hissed.

Saturday, March 14, 2015

Weekend Writing Warriors Debbie Sue

The next morning the alien came into the house as she was kneading bread. Akarak placed a package on the table.
“You cook.”
“Yes, I'm making bread.”
“Debbie Sue eat flesh?”
“Meat, yes, I eat some meat.” That package didn't hold some kind of  outer space bug or something, did it? 
“Bovine,” he said as he left, the tentacles on the end of his thick tail reaching out and holding the screen door open, preventing it from banging on his tail.

Coming Soon!

Debbie Sue, babysitting her sister's infant for the weekend, hides in the root cellar and somehow survives an alien invasion, only to be captured weeks later when she goes grocery shopping.

Tuesday, March 10, 2015

Cover Reveal: Thrill-Kinky-- with Excerpt!

Please welcome Teresa Noelle Roberts!

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.
The Malcolm, an independent interplanetary freighter, prefers to steer clear of both politics and crime, at least the kind of crime that doesn’t involve rescuing the occasional slave or exploited child on planets where such abominations are legal. Captain Mik and his loyal, if eccentric crew—Mik’s overprotective alien husband Gan, adventurous human mechanic Rita, bouncy cat-girl (and trained assassin) Xia, and PTSD-haunted ex-soldier Buck—usually succeed in keeping things only a little bit illegal. (One planet’s cash crop, after all, might be another’s favorite illicit recreational substance, and as long as no one’s getting hurt, why not get a cut of the profits?) But when a seemingly legitimate job goes supernova, the crew finds themselves up to their armpits in interplanetary espionage, art theft, and spies, and on the run from an infamous assassin. What a time to fall in love! (Thrill-Kinky, coming 5/12/2015).
Luckily, Drax Jalricki—reformed (mostly) art thief, former (mostly) Banjali covert operative, and all-around winged hunk—has a plan to protect them.
But it involves hiding out on Cibari, the most dangerous planet in the galaxy.
Who knew Cibari was run by a felinoid warlord who might be the perfect match for Xia—if the straight-arrow detective sent from her homeworld to “rescue” her doesn’t win her heart, ears and adorable, perky tail first? And that’s not even talking about how the warlord and the detective are crazy about each other. Of course, it would help if any of them could tell the whole truth about who they are. (Book Two, Bad Kitty, coming 9/2015)
Who would guess that a hot cyborg who’s already survived more than a human lifetime could offer Buck both healing and love? But the cyborg shares a common, deadly enemy with the Malcolm’s crew, and surviving that confrontation will trigger all their inner demons. (Book Three, tentatively called Buck, Naked)
Dark secrets Mik hides even from Gan will come to a head and threaten them more than the enemies they’d hoped to escape. A mysterious stranger holds the key to Mik’s salvation… and unexpectedly, a key to both men’s hearts as well, if they’re willing to open that door. (Book Four, title TBD)

Thrill-Kinky (Chronicles of the Malcolm, Book 1)
Teresa Noelle Roberts
Publication Date: May 12, 2015

Sexual freefall is like a game of chicken, except the first one to let go wins.

Chronicles of the Malcolm, Book 1

Humans may have expanded to the stars, but they still have the annoying need to work for a living. Which is why Rita, crew member of the space freighter Malcolm, is stuck collecting recyclable slag rather than attending her favorite festival celebrating love and sexuality.

Things go from boring to interesting when she discovers a badly injured man who’s been thrown into a recycling bin to die. The catch, he’s gorgeous, winged, and naked.

Drax Jalricki, reformed (mostly) art thief and reluctant covert operative, is on an undercover mission to protect three planets when someone in his own government brands him a traitor. By virtue of association, Rita and her crew are going down with him.

From their first, hide-in-plain-sight quickie, the erotic spark between Rita and Drax is fueled by danger and adrenaline. But their growing suspicion that there’s more to their connection than lust may not matter if they don’t live through the night.

Warning: Hero and heroine who straddle the line of criminal behavior—and definitely violate public indecency statutes. Exhibitionist, dangerous sex. Dark, sordid pasts. Wild risk-taking. Giggly cat-girl sidekick who’s not just another pretty…tail. And the greatest risk of all: true love.

Excerpt (Adult)

Definitely something in the danger-as-aphrodisiac theory, because in a fetid alley, with the law and outlaws both after them and her no doubt out of both a job and a home when the guys found out she’d dumped the slag and abandoned the floater, Rita was getting more turned on than she ever remembered being. She’d been excitable to start with, from the kiss, and from simply being around Drax’s dangerous good looks, but now she could feel herself getting slick, hot, ready for the cock that she could now feel all too well against her bare skin.
And his wings—marling stars, she’d never felt anything like the soft, sensual caress of all those feathers against her back, her ass. So good. His hands gripped and kneaded, and his wings stroked and soothed, and all the while he was kissing her, exploring her mouth with his tongue, sending sparks down the connections from her lips to the mouth of her sex. Her common sense told her they needed to move, couldn’t take the time to play there when the overpriced thugs in the Fiero might show up at any second.
Her common sense lost the argument with her libido.

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. Or they were, 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! She’s also a prolific author of short erotica, and a published poet and fantasy writer. Find her at, on Facebook or on Twitter, where she hangs out as @TeresNoeRoberts.

Sunday, March 8, 2015

Weekend Writing Warriors: Fairy Bride 3/7

 More Snippets Here!

This is a snippet from my fantasy romance, so far titled The Fairy Bride. It will release the end of April!

*Adler's father demanded he find a bride at a spring Bridal Faire. Instead of one of the well dressed girls at the balls and tea parties, Adler chose a fruit vendor with a cruel mistress and a mystery.*

The carpet arrived on the wind, a foul stench preceding it. Adler felt the apple he just gobbled down try to fight its way back up.
The carpet flew past and he felt Ayperi relax against him. Then it turned around.
I know she’s around here. I can smell her.” The voice was low and harsh.
Ayperi grabbed his arm tight.

                                       (The title will change so this is a WIP cover!)