#teatime character interview with Robecca and #T-Rex

Robecca: Whoo! This is a steamy one y’all, so buckle up as we get to know T-Rex a little bit more. Although, there is nothing little about this man. First question, if you had to pick a favorite food, what would it be? 

T-Rex: If I told you my favorite thing to eat, your show might get cancelled. They don’t call me the Sexual Tyrannosaurus for nothing. 

Robecca: We all know what you’re thinking about and I can’t even be mad at it. Drucilla must be wearing a smile all damn day! Let’s move on to a safer question than your appetite. What is the one trinket you always carry with you? 

T-Rex: Wherever I go, I always bring an angel. When I was little my grandmother gave me this angel charm that she said would protect me. It hasn’t let me down yet… knock on wood. 

Robecca: What is your favorite memory from your childhood and why

T-Rex: I loved Sunday afternoons. My mom would always take me to this local gas station to get ice cream. It was the one day a week that we spent alone.

Robecca: Last question, although I want to know so much more about what makes you tick, but I’ll contain myself. If you feared one thing slipping through your fingers, what would it be? 

T-Rex: My greatest fear would be allowing the love of my life, Druscilla, to slip through my fingers. I never want to be without her. 

Robecca: That is so sweet! Thank you so much for having tea with us T-Rex. If you still need more teatime readers, below is an excerpt for your enjoyment.

They say age ain’t nothing but a number. I wish someone would tell that to my heart. Usually, the life of the never-ending party, I’m now ready to make some changes in my life. After years of chasing tail, I finally found the illusive unicorn who will make me turn in my player card. But wouldn’t you know it, she is just not that into me. Little does Drucilla know, the Sexual Tyrannosaurus, always gets his prey.

The empty nest syndrome is real! As a single mother, I was dependent on my son to occupy my days and sadly, my nights, too. Now that he’s moved out of the house, I have no idea what to do with my free time. My life coach has convinced me to start living for myself. So I wrote a bucket list. Item number one, find a sexy biker to knock some dust off my bed. What’s not on the list is to fall in love. There seems to be a miscommunication between my brain and my heart because T-Rex is all the man I need. Somebody, help me.


Copyright © 2022 L. Loren

You should have seen Dwight’s face when I walked from behind the curtain. He looked at me like he wanted to devour me. I have never felt sexier and more alive than I did at that moment. After meeting the photographer and getting comfortable in front of the camera, I tapped into my inner Naomi. There were several costume changes throughout the day. Each one made me feel gorgeous. Seeing the way Dwight reacted to me was an aphrodisiac. By the end of the shoot, I was so turned on I could barely walk.  

“Come here, baby.”

I crossed the room only to be wrapped in Dwight’s arms. He couldn’t stop touching me. The look he gave me was something feral. It made me nervous and excited. 

“I will walk through Hell for just one taste of your fire, baby.”


“Do you know how good you look? Seriously, Druscilla, there is nothing sexier than a grown woman who has her shit together. She wears her confidence like an accessory. Her body is seasoned, and her experience rolls off her. When she enters a room, her sensuality announces her presence. She doesn’t need to be the loudest person in the room to gain attention. Her aura does that for her. And when she takes her exit, there is an emptiness. You immediately feel her absence and long to see her again.”

“Oh, my.”

“That’s how I feel when you walk into a room, Dru. Like Hell’s fire has burned me to a crisp, yet I still want more of you.”

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USA Today Bestselling Author, L. Loren holds a Business Management Degree from the University of Mount Olive. As a former call center supervisor, her desire to write lay dormant for years, until she found the courage to live her dream. She is currently based in North Carolina with her loving and supportive husband.

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#teatime teaser from L.B. Joyce.

It’s wonderful to host you, L. B. Joyce. I’m exited about your teaser from, Goodbye Heartbreak, Hello May.

What better time than to feature a love story taking place in the same month?

Give us the scoop on your latest release.

Goodbye Heartbreak, Hello May is the 8th book of the of the series, Twelve Months, Twelve Love Stories. A Contemporary and New Adult romance series, think of it as falling somewhere in the middle between sweet romance and erotica. Each month, a new love story – find out who among this group of friends will be the next to fall in love.

Excerpt (Chapter 19)

She chattered on, unable to stop. “It doesn’t help that I’m not used to wearing heels this high. So, when I do, I have to learn how to walk in them all over again. I’ve grown too comfortable wearing my work clogs. Or tennis shoes. For work, those are the best choice.”

His silence, along with the closed expression on his face, had her falling silent. But she got it. It was bad enough he had to come to her rescue. And now he was expected to listen to her lecture on the importance of the proper footwear?

This is when the events of the night finally caught up to her. On the verge of tears, she watched as he unlocked the passenger door of his car. 

The door opened, he turned to her. Huddled deep in his jacket, her eyes were closed, her face scrunched up as though she was trying not to cry. 

She looked absolutely miserable. 

And just like that, something gave way inside of him, a tenderness washing over him. That he was responsible for her distress was the last thing he wanted to happen. 

You need to fix this.

He moved closer. 

A smile tugging the corner of his mouth, he brushed his thumb over her cheek, sending her lashes flying open. “Hmm…If I’m not mistaken, on a night not too long ago and in a parking lot very similar to this, uneven and filled with potholes, I recall sharing a dance with a woman wearing these same shoes.”

He nodded down at her feet. “This was after she claimed she couldn’t dance. But I soon found out how wrong she was. She was a beautiful dancer. The memory of that dance is one I’ll keep forever.”

Now, as a woman who loved shoes—but then again, what woman doesn’t—Stephanie zeroed right in on this.

He remembers your shoes?

A smile curving her lips, she searched his face. “You remember my shoes?”

He smiled, moving even closer. “Ah… there is so much I remember about that night. That it came at a time I was in such need of hope in my life made it even more memorable.”

He shook his head. “It was a night every man dreams of… a chance encounter with a beautiful woman. You might say it was magical… enough to make one believe in fairytales.”

Her lips parted, Stephanie stared at him. Yes, she would agree. Indeed, it had been an evening of magic. But she didn’t understand… if this is how he remembered that night, why didn’t he call her?

She shook her head. “I’m not sure if I–”

At the loud crunch of gravel, they both turned to watch a car pull into the parking lot, the headlights passing over them like searchlights in the night.

Evan moved to shield her from the blinding light before he smiled down at her. “Whoa… I think this is a sign we should leave. Come on, let’s get out of here.”


Never in her wildest dreams had Stephanie imagined three men would vie for her attention. And all at the same time. This just doesn’t happen to girls like her.

There’s Noah, the sweet-talking doctor who gets her heart in a flutter every time he sends her one of his smiles. But he had already made it clear commitment wasn’t his style.

Then there’s Jack, the drummer in her brother’s band. With his movie-star good looks and charming demeanor, he could easily be one of the city’s most eligible bachelors. If only he weren’t so shy. 

Finally, there’s Evan. A freelance photographer, his mysterious coming and goings leave her wondering if each time she saw him, it could be her last. But he needs to move on from the past if they’re to have a future together.

When things get even more complicated, Stephanie has two options.

Be the sensible Stephanie she’s always been.

Or let her heart lead the way.

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Meet the author, L. B. Joyce

A freelance artist by day, with designing Christmas ornaments her specialty, L. B. Joyce is also a writer by night. She loves getting lost in a good book, has redecorated almost every room in her house more times than she’d like to admit, is a prize-winning recipe contender, hates housework with a passion and will drive just about anywhere because of her fear of flying.

To keep up with the news about the series, Twelve Months, Twelve Love Stories – A Million Decembers, For the Love of July, February’s Angel, Promise Me November, An Unexpected June, A January to Remember, September’s Moonlight Serenade, and Goodbye Heartbreak, Hello May – Check out these links: