Fox’s Folly by Teresa Noelle Roberts
Jul 17
I’m so very pleased to be hosting for the first time a writer I admire very much – Teresa Noelle Roberts. Congratulations to her on the release of her new book, Fox’s Folly.
Welcome, Teresa – the floor is yours.
Justine has been kind enough to let me visit here to celebrate the release of my new m/m paranormal romance, Fox’s Folly. Fox’s Folly is part of my Duals and Donovans: The Different series from Samhain. Witches and shape-shifting duals, along with other “Differents,” share a world not so different from our own with ordinary humans—and when witches and duals meet, the animal attraction is nothing short of magical!
Fox’s Folly is the third book to be released in the series, but it’s a direct prequel to Book 2, Foxes’ Den, and is actually the first story in chronological order, before the oppressive, magic-regulating Agency becomes the menace it is in Lions’ Pride and Foxes Den. How did this happen? Well, my editor asked how Paul and Tag, the heroes of the ménage Foxes’ Den, met…and a plot bunny was born.
Only there’s no such thing as one plot bunny, right? I have a feeling Tag’s foxy-fox dual siblings (and there are a lot of them) may spawn a series of their own.
Which I promise to write in order!
BLURB
What happens in Vegas lasts forever…if you’re lucky.
A Duals and Donovans story
Las Vegas is the wrong place for an inexperienced witch like Paul Donavan. But he has no choice; his family owes a debt of honor to a half-fae casino owner, whose guests have been dying under mysterious circumstances. The normy police haven’t connected the dots between the deaths, and the owner has called in his marker.
When Paul literally runs into fox dual Taggart Ross, the instant, powerful attraction between them bristles with red flags. Not only should there be no sparks between him and this “hillbilly with a tail,” the fact is a dual couldn’t have committed murder-by-magic. But until he’s got proof, caution rules.
Tag’s own suspicions are on high alert. Magic killed his favorite uncle, and Paul, who senses Tag’s dual nature way too easily, should be a prime suspect. Except Tag’s libido responds to the witch in a way that shouldn’t happen.
Whatever this thing is between them, the raw sexual energy feeds a power that becomes their best hope of drawing out the killer before he, she, or it strikes again. Until love gets involved, and things get real complicated, real fast…
Warning: Sly foxes, smoky Southern drawls, sex magic, dangerous demons, tacky Las Vegas glitz, and did we mention the hot guy-on-guy sex?
(SEXY) EXCERPT:
“Can’t be slow and gentle,” Tag said as he fumbled for the lube. “Not this time. Can’t be.” “Want to say more, but the wordside’s losing focus. Need too much, and the fox is still drunk on your magic. May get rough. If that’s not okay…”
In response, Paul groaned and thrust his ass out. “Sometimes quick and dirty’s what you need.” Slow usually fed the magic better, but with all the buildup, all the flirting and the interrupted make-out sessions that left him frustrated as a fifteen-year-old with a nosy little sister, quick and brutal, should be fine.
Tag didn’t say anything else, just stroked himself until his cock glistened with lube.
Paul craned his neck to watch. “So beautiful,” he said. “Tag, you are so beautiful. Do you have any idea how delicious you look doing that?”
Tag smiled, a feral grin, the teeth sharper and more vulpine than they had been just moments before.
He lubed Paul up then. Paul braced himself for something just this side of painful. His last steady lover, a woman, had been more than happy to take a strap-on to him now and then, witches being an open-minded lot, but she’d always used a smallish toy and pushed in slowly and gently. His ass was out of practice for taking anything as thick as Tag’s cock—not that he’d mind a few seconds of discomfort that would turn into pleasure.
But Tag took more care than his fierce words had suggested, exploring with well-slicked fingers, opening him up quickly and not exactly delicately yet thoroughly. Just this side of too rushed, but the urgency was habanero hot. One finger, then two, and then three, and Paul was moaning, “Oh Lord yes, that’s amazing, Tag, yes,” and fucking back against the fingers as if the rough impatience was the slow fuck he usually craved. “Please, your cock. Please.”
Tag withdrew his fingers then, but instead of entering him, he pressed himself over Paul and started kissing and licking and touching everywhere. He sniffed Paul’s skin as he did, as if Paul’s scent was intoxicating. His hard cock pressed against Paul’s backside, pushing as if it wanted in now, not just into the opening that was so eager to accommodate it, but somewhere deeper.
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