Today with have an awesome Queensland girl with us, a mult-published author whose work has been released by such publishers as Mel with booksEllora’s Cave and Momentum Publishing. Join me in giving a nice warm welcome to the fabulous Mel Teshco:

Hi Divas, thanks so much for having me on your awesome blog!

Though I haven’t read a story involving harems for quite some time, I’m rather partial to them. Lusting the Enemy came to me with that in mind, though the story itself formed more from a picture of a silver big cat going around on Facebook, where a reader suggested I could write a shape-shifter book using it as inspiration (of course I brushed the idea aside, but the seed was planted.)

My (wonderful) editor loved the story so much we decided to make it a series, (series name yet to be finalized) with two more books already locked into deadline and their synopsis’ turned in. Guess I’ll see how closely those stories resemble my outlines, being that I’m such an ‘organic’ writer (really have started to hate the word ‘pantser’.)


Akeisha is on a mission to be chosen as part of a harem for the desert king, Judas. She’ll use her body to entice and beguile, do anything it takes to save the near-extinct larakytes, her shape-shifting silver panther tribe, from Judas’ human subjects, who are trying to eradicate them.

She never expects to succumb to the wild ecstasy in his arms, a pleasure that threatens to expose her inner cat even as it transcends anything she’s ever felt from one of her own kind.

Falling in love with a human enemy was never part of the plan, but maybe there’s more to Judas than meets the eye.


Akeisha Turayne swiped the sheen of sweat from her brow, wrinkling her nose at the stale, jasmine-perfumed oil that no longer masked the sweat of too many women—forty-seven, to be exact—milling around the holding ground of the royal palace as though like  cattle at auction.

The sun beat down, blazing hot and unmindful of her and the women who wanted only to look their best, to look beautiful, delicate and fresh-faced for their ruler, the great Zaneean king, Judas Mahskam.

Soon enough he’d cast his shrewd gaze upon them, each and every one of whom hoped against hope to be the chosen one. Akeisha’s pulse spiked. She forgot the heat, the sweat and the flies for just a moment as delicious, nervous anticipation built within.

She’d been told many times in her twenty-one years she was blessed with great beauty. And now…at last, she had the chance to use it to her advantage, to play the genetic card she’d been dealt.

A breeze abruptly picked up, swirling rank body odors through the air. And as a trio of trumpeters stepped up onto a podium and blew out notes to herald the king’s arrival, she swiped a lock of long silver hair from her eyes with unsteady hands.

Judas was finally here, ready to choose for his harem, if any of the females were agreeable to him. A hush fell over the women, one or two letting loose a nervous giggle as their king and potential lover stood on the dais above.

Akeisha shivered, despite the heat. She’d seen him in many paintings and drawings, but in person he was magnificent. Though not handsome in the classic sense with his squared, jutting chin, his beaked nose and full, almost feminine lips that seemed permanently pressed into a hard line, he oozed charisma and power.

Raven dark hair brushed his shoulders, outlining his fierce expression as his gaze took everything…everyone in. Tall and muscular, he was even more imposing high above them.

An excitement and desperate need to be noticed, to be selected, rippled through the women. For many, failing to meet their king’s expectations today meant going back to a life of squalor. For Akeisha, it was far worse.

She lifted her chin. She had no choice. She had to succeed. The survival of her people depended on her.

Judas didn’t speak as his dark brown, almost black stare rested on them one at a time. When his stare moved to Akeisha, she didn’t drop her eyes in a show of subservience as the other women had done. She’d always been headstrong, she could only hope he appreciated that trait.

If he chose her he wouldn’t be getting an obedient lapdog. He’d be getting fire and passion right alongside a desperate solemnity from a circumstance that even now sucked at her soul.

Her chin tilted higher as his stare abruptly dropped, perusing her near naked body in its twin strips of diaphanous white cloth that all the women had been forced to wear. 

One horizontal strip barely covered her breasts, the cloth ends tied at her back. The number nineteen had been painted in black across the cloth along her breasts as her identity. A wider strip of cloth hung low on her hips, draping just beneath her ass cheeks and the folds of her pussy.

The sweat had rendered the sheer garment completely transparent and her breasts hardened beneath his scrutiny, her nipples tightening into buds. Her cunt clenched, heat pulsing deep in her womb.

When he snared her gaze, his eyes flared, his expression growing fierce as something all too primal sizzled between them.

She had his full attention now. She needed to keep it.

 Well that just whet my appetite for a harem story. Yummo! Lusting the Enemy is available now at Ellora’s Cave, Amazon or your preferred online etailer. And keep an eye out for the giveaway at the end of the post.

Now for the Diva Couch grilling Mel! 

Name your fantasy ménage combination:

Just ONE combination. Hmm. Guess I’ll have to go with Brad Pitt and Ian Somerhalder. Though I’d probably faint before they got close.

 Tell us about the worst day job you ever had:

Strawberry picking!! Long hours (dawn to dusk and beyond), back breaking work for very little pay. I was only fifteen at the time, but one does what one has to in saving up for a horse *g*

 Imagine you had a time machine—oh let’s just call it a Tardis. What time period would you travel to and why?

I’m in love with many of the biblical stories and would love to visit the time of pharaohs and prophets, just to witness the incredible goings on. (Esther is one of my favorites) Even just seeing how pyramids were built would have been amazing!

 Favorite comic book superhero?

I was rather partial to Aquaman, seeing how he could breathe under water and communicate with the marine animals. Hmm, maybe I’ll write a mermaid book one day…

 If you were to design a bumper sticker or T-shirt slogan, what would it say?

Back off! I’ve been up all night thinking about ways to assassinate my hero. What’s your excuse?

Sami: Snort!

Do you prefer a hairy or smooth chest?

Smooth, definitely. I dated a guy for a few years who had gorilla hair. Once was definitely enough. Having said that, a little fluff is rather attractive.

You can find out more about Mel at her website, or check out her books page at Ellora’s Cave’s brand spanking new online store. Now for the


What’s your favorite harem story? Like the sound of Mel’s? Or do you, like me, absolutely love that cover and want to drool all over it?Let us know! Comment on this post and you’ll go in the draw to win an e copy of LUSTING THE ENEMY.