Smutketeers

TEMPTATION’S EDGE

Eve Berlin/Eden Bradley

Black Lace Books is re-releasing all of my Bantam and Berkley Heat books in the UK, and I’m so excited for several reasons! I get awesome new covers, UK readers get to discover my books, and it gives me a reason to talk again about my ‘Edge’ series, known in the UK as The Pleasure Dome series. TEMPTATION’S EDGE is Book Three, and it’s out today in the UK!

I love these books. They’re very romantic and very kinky, and I’ll take any opportunity to discuss how ‘romantic’ and ‘kinky’ are not mutually exclusive, despite evil rumors to the contrary. In fact, kink can create  intensely strong bonds very quickly, so BDSM is perfect fodder for a love story.

Why else am I in love with this series? Hot, hot heroes-all of them Doms to the core, and the guy in Temptation’s Edge, Connor Galloway, may be my favorite (but don’t tell Alec and Dante I said so!). I love a man who’s a wall of taut, muscled flesh-especially if he has tattoos! Connor is already inked when this story begins, but when he meets Mischa, a gorgeous tattoo artist, he *has* to have her tattoo him. And therein lies possibly my favorite part of this story-the tattoo scenes. They’re hot and sexy and i can almost hear the buzz of the needle…and yes, I do have a li’l tattoo fetish-why do you ask?

Okay, I have a lot of other favorite parts to this story. Mischa and Connor are both a bit damaged by their painful pasts, and that’s something I always like to explore. That and kinky sex-but you probably already knew that about me, didn’t you? But enough of my ramblings-let’s get to the book!

Connor Galloway is about to meet his match.

Mischa Kennon may be willing to let the sexy Irishman into her bed, but many a dominant man has tried to tame her and failed.

Only for all Mischa’s talk she’s relatively inexperienced when it comes to intimate power games. Can Connor tempt her to surrender to her innermost desires?

A dark sensual romantic novel perfect for fans of E.L. James, from the acclaimed author of Pleasure’s Edge and Desire’s Edge.

EXCERPT:

He opened a door painted bright blue, took her into his apartment. There was light coming from a floor lamp, illuminating the space. In a brief glance she took in the sleek, modern furnishings, the long wall of exposed brick. There were sketches all over the walls, framed in simple black or pewter frames. Robots, space ships. One really excellent nude of a woman reclining in a chair. But she didn’t have time to think about it. He was slipping her coat from her shoulders, leading her to the big, L-shaped sofa done in a heavy dark blue canvas.

“Have a seat.”

It wasn’t a question. Why did that make her entire body vibrate with need? She sat, and he settled next to her. She noticed once more the way his dark shirt pulled against his broad chest, making her want to reach out and stroke the fabric. To feel the bulging muscle she knew lay beneath. She flexed her fingers.

“Are you nervous, Mischa?”

“What? No, of course not.”

“What, then?”

“I…I don’t know,” she admitted. “Maybe just that I know something different will happen tonight. Something more than what I’ve experienced before. I’ve done a few things…been to a couple of fetish clubs. But you’re more…serious about it, I think.”

“Does it make you afraid?”

“No.” She shook her head, not wanting to admit it. “No.”

He smiled. “We’ll see if that turns out to be true.”

“You seem to take some pleasure in the idea,” she said.

He grinned, his green and gold eyes glittering. “I am a sadist, Mischa.”

That made her laugh. “Fair enough.”

He took her hand then, brought it to his mouth. Brushed his lips over the back of her fingers, making her shiver. With his gaze still on hers, he unfolded her fingers, one at a time, kissed each one. She’d never had such attention paid to her hands before. Had never imagined what it might do to do her. With each press of his warm lips against her skin, her body was going hot, melting all over.

He paused to ask, “Do I have your consent, Mischa?”

“Mmm…what?”

“To have my way with you.” He grinned gorgeously.

She grinned back. “Definitely.”

“What about a little pain with our pleasure? And I’m asking this now in this abbreviated way because to be honest, I can hardly wait.”

She loved to hear him admit that he wanted her, loved the husky tone in his voice. “Yes. Definitely.”

“We still need to have that talk before anything more serious happens. But right now I just need to touch you…” He slipped one hand around the back of her neck, exerted the smallest pressure there, and she was surprised—shocked, really—at her response to it. It made her feel commanded by him. And also taken care of, in some weird indefinable way she couldn’t explain to herself.

“Yes, later,” she murmured in agreement.

“Come on, now,” he said, his tone low. “Lie back for me, my girl.”

He used the hand on her neck to guide her, until she was reclining on the sofa. He got up so that he had one knee on the cushions, leaning over her.

“You really are beautiful,” he murmured, almost as if he was talking to himself.

He let the hand slide from around her neck to her collarbones, then down between her breasts, stroking her cleavage, the tops of her breasts. The heat of his hand scorched her, her nipples going hard.

“I love these stiletto heels. That you wear these thigh-high fishnets beneath your dress. Come now, let me see you.” He kept his gaze on her body as he swept the soft, knit fabric of her dress up her thighs, revealing the black lace panties. “Very nice,” he murmured. “But let’s have off with them, shall we?”

He slipped them off, smiling as her bare flesh came into view. His gaze flicked up to hers for one moment before he looked back at her shaved sex. He touched her, just his fingertips, a light, feathering touch over her aching cleft, and pleasure shimmered over her like heat lightning, making her squirm.

“Ah, I have to taste you,” he said.

She had one brief moment to think Yes, please. Then he was bent over her, his tongue stroking her swollen folds, pushing between them.

“Ah, Connor…”

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Buy TEMPTATION’S EDGE in the UK now! Amazon UK   WHSmith   Foyle’s

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CONTEST! To enter all you have to do is tell me which of this book’s three covers you like the most. The first is the original US cover:

This is the US re-release cover:

…and you’ve just seen the new UK cover. (Sorry about the pen name confusion-these were written as Eve, then reprinted as Eden writing as Eve in the US, and are still Eve in the UK. Complicated contract issues-lol!) So tell me, which is your favorite and why? And what can you win, you ask? T o one lucky UK winner I’ll give away e-copies of my BDSM novellas SANCTUARY and BREAKING SKYE,  Books One and Two in my San Francisco Dom series!

            

For a US winner I’ll give away an e-copy of PLEASURE’S EDGE, Book One in the series, and a $10.00 Amazon Gift Card! Winners to be announced here in the comments section on Monday. Be sure to let me know if you’re in the UK or US in your comment!

Fantasies about Friends

I was driving along the beachfront earlier, and came across a very interesting sight. The neighborhood fire truck was parked on the side of the road. It’s something I see often. Seems when things are slow and there aren’t very many fires to put out, the firies like to sit at the waterside and stare out at the ocean.

Usually they stay in their truck. Today, they didn’t. So what I was treated to was an image of three beautifully built, jacketless firemen, standing against the railing, their backs to me. (And may I add, their asses all looked really good from where I was sitting.)

So what does any breathing female do under the circumstances? Easy. She fantasizes. Which is exactly what I did. And what did I fantasize about? Er—this one’s a no brainer, folks. I just mentioned three sexy firemen with great asses. I had a full-on, X-rated M/M/M fantasy (and almost crashed my car in the process…but that’s beside the point.)

Which brings me to my next thought. Isn’t it just human nature to fantasize? Or should I say…female nature? C’mon, admit it. You’ve been at the checkout in the supermarket, and the cute cashier (who’s probably half your age, and you have no right to fantasize about) smiles at you, and boom, there you are, stuck in the middle of a fantasy about him when you should be paying for your groceries.

What about your neighbor? No, not the elderly guy across the road who collects his paper from his yard every morning in his striped pajamas. I mean the cutie who sometimes waters his lawn topless, or jogs past your house in those shorts that show off his long, muscular legs. Go on. Say it. You’ve thought about those legs cradling your hips…

But then there’s another scenario. One where it might not be too easy to fantasize. What if it’s your best friend? The guy you hang out with all the time. He knows you better than you know yourself. He’s comfortable to be with, kinda like pulling on a familiar sweater on a cold night. He makes you feel warm and fuzzy and totally at ease. You can just be yourself with him.

Do you fantasize about him? Or does that cross the line to a certain ick factor. After all he is just a friend. And you don’t fantasize about your friend’s strong thighs cradling your hips. Or your legs cradling his thighs for that matter. Because that’s just wrong.

But what about when you can’t help yourself? When you know him so well that the warm fuzzies he gives you don’t feel anything like a familiar sweater? What if those warm fuzzies burn straight through to your lungs and send streaks of heat through your veins? And damn it, you don’t want to fantasize about him, but if he could just press his soft lips to yours, just trail his hand up your arm once… If you could just taste his kiss or feel his bare chest against your own…

This is the dilemma Lucy Lawson finds herself facing in More Than Friends. She can’t seem to stop fantasizing about her friend, Sebastian Blackford. And her fantasies are the erotic, sizzling-hot, blow-her-mind kind of fantasies. See, at some point, Lucy fell in love with her best mate. And now it’s hard for her to imagine him as just her friend. But he doesn’t view her as anything more. So maybe for Lucy, she has no choice but to continue fantasizing.

What would you do? If you were in love with your best friend? Would you lay it all on the line, and spill your heart to him, at the risk of losing everything (like Lucy eventually does)? Or would you just keep it to yourself and live with the fantasies that keep you warm on those cold winter nights?

Jess

Contest:

Just leave a comment to win your choice of an ebook from Jess’s backlist.

MORE THAN FRIENDS

MORE THAN FRIENDS

The Blurb

He was her best friend…until he became her fantasy.

A More Than story.

Lucy Lawson’s got it bad. Bad as in stunned speechless by the situation she’s in, by the feelings sitting on her chest, ready to explode. She’s in love…with her best friend.

Problem is, telling Sebastian Blackford could destroy the best thing in her life, but the longer she keeps her feelings under wraps, the stronger the need to spill her secret.

The last thing Seb suspects is that his best mate is madly, wildly in love with him, or that he’s the star of her seriously dirty fantasies. Worse, he’s just started seeing someone he’d like to see again—and Lucy knows it.

So why does her confession hit him like a runaway train? And why can’t he get her explicit description of her fantasies out of his mind? They’ve never been more than friends, but now that he knows how Lucy feels, everything is out of whack.

Seb figures it’s up to him to get their relationship back on track. He’ll do it too, just as soon as he establishes which track is the right one.

Warning:  After reading this, you may just be tempted to jump your best friend. It’s recommended you keep your partner on speed dial or a toy with fresh batteries on standby.

Available for preorder now at:

Samhain Publishing

Amazon/Kindle

Barnes & Noble/Nook

Links for Jess:

Website: http://www.jessdee.com
Twitter: @jessdeewriter
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/jess.dee.921?ref=tn_tnmn

We missed seeing so many of you at this year’s RT Booklover’s Convention, so we thought we’d give away a bunch of stuff from us and some of your favorite authors who were at RT this year! Easy-peasy contest! Enter to win all kinds of awesome swag, like buttons from Sylvia Day‘s Crossfire series, a special Jaci Burton One Sweet Ride key card (these were maybe the hottest item at RT, and the only way to get one was to have a room at the convention hotel!), a Lexxie Couper lip balm, pens from us, the fab Shayla Black and the Nine Naughty Novelists,  a pretty book cover pin from Ann Mayburn, a pair of earrings from PolysPleasures Chain Mail, swag packs from Jeannie Lin and Jayne Rylon, tons of Romance Trading Cards, bookmarks and magnets, plus a conference bag , a deck of cover model playing cards and gorgeous cover model calender from Ellora’s Cave and more!

All you have to do to enter is Tweet or post on Facebook about this contest, then post a link to your Tweet or FB post here. That’s it! One lucky winner will be chosen on Monday! And be sure to stay tuned for all of our upcoming events, book releases and awesome guest authors-all with giveaways!

All For Smut, and Smut For All!

Lindsay Dannon has a dirty little secret. While she hides behind her plain and proper image at work, a wanton woman with a rich fantasy life lurks beneath the surface. The thrill of sex in public places, and the risk of exposure, is a compulsive itch she knows only one man can scratch—her boss, Jack Randolph.

The company’s “no tolerance” policy on interoffice dating is the only thing stopping her. Good thing Jack created the rules, because he’s determined to make all of Lindsay’s sexual fantasies come true…

EXCERPT: (WARNING!Hot Stuff Ahead!)

COMPULSION by Cassandra Curtis-Out Today!

Lindsay knew she wasn’t his type. He probably had no interest in her. If he had, surely he’d have acted on it before now, right? She recalled Tegan once saying that Jack’s ex-wife had been a former swimsuit model—her polar opposite.

And there was the fact that he was her boss. She looked up into his dark, amber eyes. Why, of all the men in Colorado, did he have to be the one to ignite every sexual fantasy she had? It would have made her life easier if she’d had a sexual compulsion for some harmless pencil pusher.

At least she hadn’t drawn a heart around their names on her desk blotter. Or written Mrs. Jack Randolph a thousand times on a piece of paper. She ignored the fact that she’d written ‘Mrs. Lindsay Dannon-Randolph’ on the notepad of her smart phone mere days ago.

“Lindsay?”

She’d like to rub her nipples across that five o’clock stubble on his cheek, tease his lips open, and feel the wet warmth of his mouth, as he sucked her tight—no! This was wrong, so wrong of her…she had to stop this madness… “Stop imagining him with his clothes off!”

“Excuse me?”

She visualized throwing him down on the conference table in front of everyone and the two of them boinking like crazed rabbits, while he muttered, Ms. Dannon, do you want to be home checking want ads? and the sexual fantasy fizzled.

I must be insane to keep having these thoughts—you’re such an ass, Jack Randolph… “…Yet all I can think about is what it would feel like to have you push me against a wall and shove your cock deep inside me, tight…” Her words trailed off as she noticed the stunned look on his face.

“Please tell me I didn’t say any of that out loud? Oh, hell. You’re going to fire me now, aren’t you?” Wonderful. Mortally embarrassed. No job, no money. And now her boss thought she was a deviant with a dirty mouth, a sexual addict with a fetish for him. She could kiss any letter of recommendation goodbye.

“I’m not going to fire—”

“You will. You have to. I’ve got high stalker potential. I even mapped out the route to your house from my apartment on an app,” she blurted out. Crap. Confession might be good for the soul, but she really wished she’d kept that tidbit of info to herself.

He leaned in, trapping her neatly against the elevator wall. One hand reached out to press the red stop button. “Are you going to attack my body?”

“N-no.” The elevator shuddered to a halt.

“Pity.” He nudged her thighs open with his knee, his breath hot against the nape of her neck.

“Someone might see!” She squirmed to move under his arm. The frosted glass might hide their identities, but certainly not their actions. A frisson of fear mixed with sheer excitement raced through her veins. Lindsay watched him throw his jacket over a tiny camera eye in the corner, effectively blocking security’s view. He pulled her into his arms, slid his hands over the curve of her hips, and sank his fingers into the cheeks of her rear end, cupping her through the navy fabric. His lips pressed against her throat.

She wanted to pinch herself just to make sure she hadn’t slipped past reality and slammed full throttle into psychosis. At least her two halves weren’t conflicted about one thing. Both wanted Jack.

“Stop me. Tell me no now and I’ll quit. Otherwise…”

Lindsay’s knees were already weak, even before he found her erogenous zone and began lapping at the delicate spot with his tongue. She clutched at his tie in answer, unknotted it, and slid it from under his collar.

Lindsay meant to discard it, but before she could throw it on the floor, he grabbed the tie and her wrists. Jack turned her around, binding her hands to the brass railing.

“What are you doing?” This hadn’t been part of her daydreams!

“Fulfilling a fantasy of mine. You know all about fantasies, don’t you Lindsay? You just told me one of yours.”

“OhMyGawd.” She ran the words into three indistinct syllables. Nothing in her tame past prepared her for the sensual onslaught of a Jack attack.

He kicked her feet farther apart, forcing her legs to spread wider and her navy skirt to hike up. He lifted the hem even higher and slid a hand along one of her inner thighs. The other hand caressed her back and shoulders, pressing down ever so slightly, bending her so that her forehead touched her bound wrists.

Unable to see what he was doing behind her, she gasped when he slid a finger under the crotch of her silk panties and teased her clit. Exposed, helpless and so empty, she needed him to fill her up.

“You’re very wet, Lindsay. Eager for me?”

“Please…ohh…”

He pulled her panties down around her ankles and had her step out of them. “I’m keeping these as a memento.”

The idea of him wanting her panties as a trophy excited her, but it also served as a warning. This was hot, passionate, blissful sex…and nothing more. If her heart got broken, it would be her own fault.

His hands caressed her ankles, then calves. The fingers were slightly callused. Not all his muscles came from a gym. The stray thought made her quiver. She heard the slow drag of metal teeth on a zipper and tried to turn around, but couldn’t.

“No. I want you to concentrate on the sensation of what I’m doing to you.” He rubbed the wet tip of his shaft at her apex, and rested a hand on her lower back, urging her to bend lower. She moaned and pulled at the tie that bound her hands. He could do anything he pleased to her, and she would be helpless to deny him.

Lindsay trembled, her breath growing ragged, anticipating the heavy thrust of his cock. She closed her eyes and waited. Instead, she sensed him turn and shift, then a warm breath of air stirred the curls between her legs.

“Open your eyes, Lindsay, and look down.”

She glanced through the narrow space between the railing and the elevator wall. His eyes gleamed. Then Jack shot her a wicked smile before he buried his face in her pussy.

“Ohh…” A bright coil tightened within, spiraling from head to toe and back. She couldn’t think, couldn’t say a word. Everything was reduced to the pointed motions of his tongue, the moans and mewling cries of intense pleasure escaping from her throat. He worried her clit, nibbled, licked, and sucked until liquid heat trickled down the soft skin of her inner thighs.

When he replaced his tongue with his fingers she thought she’d been given a reprieve, a chance to mentally gather her wits. Instead, he pushed his fingers deep inside her and fluttered them back and forth. He angled his head to lick and suck at the rosy nub once more.

The room darkened, narrowed to a finite spot of sudden clarity. She belonged to him. And to the sexual urgency building between them.

Lindsay’s knees threatened to buckle and he moved behind her again, his muscled thighs keeping her propped into position. She heard the sound of a foil packet being ripped, and whimpered as his fingers bit into her hips with the first thrust home.

Pressed so tight, he left her little room to maneuver. The slow and steady rhythm made her crazy. She had to move. Now.

She tried to kick off her heels and gain some leverage. And only succeeded in breaking the heel off one of her expensive pumps, sending the other shoe airborne. It slapped the opposite wall and bounced to the floor with a thud, and of course, the broken shoe stayed on her foot with stubborn determination.

“What are you trying to do? Kick me in the balls?” He grunted with the effort to question her and maintain his pace.

“I can’t take it. You’ve got to go faster.” Great, now she was off balance and being screwed within an inch of her life. In her fantasies, she never experienced shoe disasters during sex. Everything always went smooth without mishap.

“Faster, pleaseee…”

“Like this?” Jack released her hips and wrapped his hands around the brass railing on either side of her body, increasing the pressure with each quick stroke.

“Ahh, yeah…” In her fantasies, the thick, punishing cock wasn’t real. And real was so much better.

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Coming soon to Amazon and B&N!

CONTEST question: Truth or Dare! My heroine Lindsay likes the thrill and the risk of being caught having sex in public places. Truth: Have you ever tried a sexy tryst in the open outdoors? If you choose dare: You have to tell me what fantasy you think is hot, (sexy alpha wolf chasing you, hot D/s with a Dragon shapeshifter, kinky fun in an elevator, etc.  )  and it could get included in one of my upcoming works in progress!

I’m giving away a copy of my book NAUGHTY LITTLE SECRETS to 2 lucky winners! Contest ends midnight May 17th and I’ll drop by and pick the winners.

Aspiring author Stacie Purcell writes her sexy fantasies in a ‘story binder’, but when she misplaces it, she risks exposure of all her naughty little secrets.

Tyler Murchison finds her messenger bag in his repair shop and discovers a sexy surprise. He offers Stacie a chance to experience all the incredible delights she writes about. But can a single night of wild sex lead to something more?

NAUGHTY LITTLE SECRETS by Cassandra Curtis

(Book one in the Naughty South series)

EXCERPT:

Pam thought she was working on her college homework, and in a way she was, since her classes were creative writing and English composition. Besides, what could be more creative than sex?

Stacie slid a printed sheet out of the binder pocket long enough to study the line drawings she’d downloaded from her sister’s computer, and tried deciding which one she should write for the first love scene. Not like she could use her own experience. Her love life was non-existent, unless she counted her purple passion vibrator.

The website she’d found had been very helpful, with descriptive diagrams and names for various sexual positions, like ‘backward facing bad dog,’ which didn’t sound very romantic or sexy. Hmm, squishy piston, face salami, oblong bend, and the love jackhammer weren’t much better. Ooh, one had possibilities—the slippery double slappy! At least it would be fun to write and she bet even more fun to try—if she had a boyfriend.

Stacie pulled out her favorite black gel pen and scribbled notes in the margins. An idea popped into her head and she wrote down part of a scene…

His rough hands slid down her hips and over her thighs, removing her panties. She felt naked and exposed, helpless under his watchful gaze. Her nipples hardened into tight points, aching for the touch of his lips, his tongue. She needed to undress him, touch him, but he’d made sure she couldn’t, not until he let her go.

“Please. I need you.” Heat spiraled down her midriff to the center of her pleasure zone, making her damp and hungry for him.

“Ms. Purcell, your car is ready.” Tyler’s voice startled her.

“Oh!” Her sexy muse was standing right next to her! Stacie jumped up, papers flying in every direction. She grabbed and stuffed them in her binder, shoving it into her messenger bag on the floor, conscious of him waiting while she dug through her purse for her wallet.

“I replaced the brake pads and shoes, and checked the brake oil pressure. It was low.” Tyler explained.

“Thank you,” she mumbled and ducked her head, heat crawling up her neck and into her face. Even his voice was sexy, deep and soft in a way that made tingles run down her arms and settle between her thighs in a sweet ache.

Stacie tried sliding her credit card through the card reader, but it wasn’t working.

“No, it goes the other way. Here, let me help you.” Their hands touched for a brief moment and a giddy rush of bubbles zipped through her. If she were smart, she’d leave before she did or said something stupid and made a fool of herself.

“It’s okay, you just had it turned backward.” He smiled down at her, and their eyes met. It hit like a sucker punch, how much she wanted this man.

“You’ve got beautiful green eyes.” His voice lowered to a husky whisper.

“I do?” He thought her eyes were beautiful?

An odd flicker of emotion crossed his face. “Sorry, that was too forward, huh?” Tyler rubbed his brow, smearing grease on his forehead.

“No! I mean, no it was fine. I just don’t get many compliments.” Heat spread across her cheeks. Oh good one, Stace! Let him see exactly how clumsy and unsophisticated you really are! She was sure the big ole ‘L’ for loser was probably flashing on her forehead right about now.

“I find that hard to believe. I’m sure you hear how pretty you are all the time from your husband or boyfriend.”

“I, umm…I don’t have a boyfriend. Or a husband.” Was he serious? This couldn’t be real!

“That’s good to know.” Tyler’s smile curved at the corners of his lips. He handed her the keys to her car.

“Thank you.” Rooted to the spot, and unsure what to do next, Stacie wondered if Tyler was actually flirting with her. Don’t get too excited, or overeager. He’ll smell your desperation.

When he stepped back and told her he hoped he’d see her around, she practically floated out of the garage and across the parking lot.

Her hands trembled turning the ignition. Even a simple thing like their fingers touching made her weak in the knees. Tyler thought her eyes were beautiful.

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NAUGHTY LITTLE SECRETS is available now!

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Here’s the about me:

Author of the bestselling Shifting Tides series and finalist in 2007’s EPIC awards, Ms. Curtis is a former journalist and fine artist, who always loved reading tales of adventure, romance, mystery, and magic. Then one day decided to try her hand at fiction writing. A voracious reader, literal tree hugger, part-time virtual mermaid, investigative paranormal researcher, and maker of decadent desserts, Ms. Curtis writes contemporary and paranormal erotic romance under the name Cassandra Curtis, and mainstream romantic comedy as Cass Curtis. Humor is a common thread in all her books.

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RG here: Last night I received two weary travelers, Kitty Kelly and Eden Bradley. They were surrounded by fun promo and small phallic lava lamps, rambling about Andrew Shaffer in a horse head mask and corsets and the people they’d met and the things they’d seen. Eden was overcome by the wonderful reader response to her books, and I know if she were conscious she’d want to give you a giant hug and loads of thanks.

Kitty can’t wait to have giveaways for all her goodies on her blog, and if she were conscious she’d probably say something funny and raunchy and have you all rolling on the floor.

Alas, RT tends to knock the stuffing out of the best of us. Except for Robin L Rotham. I’m chatting with her now and she has already accomplished a zillion things since she returned home…none of them sleep. If you see her online today, give her a hug and tell her to nap lol

But we’re not here to share all the RT gossip. We’re here to hand out prizes. To pick winners. I’ll be cheesy and say you are all winners to me, because I’ve so enjoyed our time together this week. We definitely have to do it more often. Trust me, I’m planning some huge fun in the coming months to get ready for Aziza Jane’s debut in Burn With Me. We’ll have a blast ;)

Instead of 4 $5 Amazon Gift Card winners-we actually have 8…WHY? Because I feel the need to acknowledge the super sharers. Those who go above and beyond to send The Smutketeers contests out into the world, taking time out of their day to be awesome.

So…the 4 Super Smutty Sharers who each win $5 Amazon Gift Cards are:

Raonaid Luckwell!

Shadow!

Bobby B!

Elaing8!

The 4 winners who stuck through it to the end and are also awesome and will receive a $5 Amazon Gift Card are:

Chey!

Texas Book Lover!

Gail Siuba!

Christina Hay!

The winner of the Saturday mini-conference bonus prize  with two magnets, two trading cards, a pen and that lovely bracelet is:

Ursula!!

And the Grand Prize Winner of $100 Amazon Gift card is (you can ask Kitty Kelly-who woke up just in time to witness it-this came down to a LONG and cutthroat game of eenie meenie miny mo):

Tina B.!!

So, WINNERS-Congratulations!! Send me an email @ r.g.alexander@hotmail.com to receive your prizes.

For those who are new to the blog, favorite this site, we are going to be having SO MUCH FUN this year!

 

ALL FOR SMUT AND SMUT FOR ALL!

 

The Last Question…Sounds kind of sexy and ominous doesn’t it? A little like the paranormal party (which happened last night at RT) and boy did the ladies go to town. I see Kitty and Gigi, Eden and The Book Tart, Robin and Dawn…My Doctor Who buddy Lex who…looks like she has one hell of a scary hangover lol…I think its safe to say the girls went wild.

So, I’m a little jealous, but then I heard someone went as the girl from that horror movie The Ring, which would have scared me to death, so I’m okay just planning for the amazing next year RT in New Orleans.You’re coming right? Everyone should go to New Orleans…but going with a group of fun girls like this? Now that’s a party.

Tomorrow they will all be returning home with hangovers and blisters…tons of books and happy happy memories. And Tim Tams. Someone definitely brought tons of Tim Tams. Yum. And here we’ll be, making sure you posted on every day of the contest for the chance to win the grand prize on Monday.

I promised I’d talk about series today. You know I love them. The word on twitter (Thank you Smart Bitches for narrating the entire panel) was that Jude Deveraux is actually writing more in the Montgomery family! In fact, she is writing a sequel to Knight in Shining Armor…one of my early favorites!

The Smutketeers have done two series so far

The post apocalyptic Wasteland series and the Kinky Christmas Carol series that I showed you the other day. We’re planning something for next year too!

Individually we also have several series that I’d like to share with you

Eden Bradley is known for contemporary BDSM, but she kicks serious sexy vampire ass in her Midnight Playground series w/ Samhain

She also has her Celestial Seductions series with Samhain

And her Edge series with Berkley

Robin L Rotham has her dirty dirty aliens :) With the third installment of her Overnight series coming this year! Amorous Overnight!

And her dirty dirty farm boys in the Carnal series

And we know she has plans for another FrankenDom book, as well as a sequel to Big Temptation. So…woohoo!

And then there’s me *innocent smile* It would probably be easier for me to tell you what I’ve written that ISN’T a series. But what fun would that be? *G*

There’s my Children of the Goddess series (and yes, more books are coming in that)

And my Temptation Unveiled series-the third book, Behind the Veil, will be out this year.

My Wicked Series (another one is coming)

My Shifting Reality Series (And for those who are wondering-I PROMISE-My Vampire Idol will be out this year. Deadlines and my weak wrists have caused me to shift things around)

 

I could keep going lol-but I’ll stop now. Okay, maybe I’ll show you the new series from Samhain I’m very excited about that’s starting at the end of August. Fireborne. I don’t have a cover for the third book, Burn Me Down, yet…but I will soon enough. (SO EXCITED)

 

 

And now, you know what time it is. The time for the last question. The first question. The oldest question that must never be answered, hidden in plain sight….Wait, that’s from Doctor Who lmao
I promise my question won’t be that hard.

Today’s question in honor of RT’s paranormal night: If you could have any super/magical power or ability…what would it be?

Cookie says his would be hammer space (that cartoon power that allows you to grab a rubber hammer from the air and whack people on the head when they’re being ridiculous). He also wants theme music when he walks into a room, which is not really a super power, but it would be funny.

I on the other hand, have a hard time choosing. Flying of course (that’s my Fireborne character Aziza Jane’s wish too) possibly the ability freeze time (also something Aziza knows about *wink*) but I’d use it to write lol and…and…there are so many options. What do you think?

CONTEST REMINDER****

You must post on every day Day 1-4 to be entered to win the $100 Amazon gift card. I’d love it if you shared the contest with others this weekend, and it would give you more entries, more chances to win.

BONUS CONTEST****

Posting today will give you the chance to win my mini-conference package. Two trading cards, two magnets, a pen and this amazing bracelet with several of my covers done by Shell Saunders-Bryce (so beautiful I was tempted to keep it for myself)

I’m ready for your answers! And thank you so much for making staying at home so much fun!!
ALL FOR SMUT AND SMUT FOR ALL!

RG again…here we are at Day 3 and I have 2 words for you.

Bondage.

Bunny.

How can you resist it? It’s so wrong and yet so friggin adorably right. It artistically represents the erotic romance community’s ability to laugh in the face of stereotypes. It is both perverse and innocent. Light-hearted and twisted. (Okay maybe I’m reading too much into it…sometimes a bunny is just a bunny *G*)

Anyway, this cute little thing has been making the rounds at RT…along with Fifty Shades author EL James if the twitter gossip is true. For those playing along at home, following Andrew Shaffer on twitter is THE MOST amusing way to experience RT secondhand. If you follow him you can tell him I said so :) @andrewshaffer

But I’m not jealous of Bondage Bunny. Why? Because I have something Bondage Bunny will never have. Okay if you include “apparent” sentience, a little less facial hair and a lot less charisma…I have several things BB doesn’t have. But I’m talking about you. I have you!

You-who-by the way-are giving me some AWESOME answers to my daily questions! We all have so much in common. Especially our guilty pleasures :)

I’m so impressed that I’m planning on giving away an extra prize for one of tomorrow’s posters for the last day of the contest. So, even though it will be Saturday, I hope to see you there.

Here is a pic of Smutketeer Eden Bradley and SL Carpenter (awesome dude-Cookie’s conference buddy)

 

 

Let’s start with FrankenDom, Robin L Rotham’s most recent release. You know she has a sequel coming up to this after her next alien book? Both will just blow your mind. She is the queen if mind blowing…did that sound dirty?

A brilliant woman, a couple of mad scientists, and an erotic experiment with shocking results…

Vascular surgeon Dr. Rachel McBride knows she’d be insane to pass up the chance to work on Julian Kilmartin’s cutting-edge research project. The reclusive neurologist has been the object of her submissive daydreams since residency, and time and distance have only strengthened the dark compulsion.

To complicate matters, a former lover who was all too aware of her attraction to Julian is also on the team. Charmingly obnoxious Dr. Colin Carter was Julian’s protégé back in the day, and nothing appears to have changed…or has it? There’s an earnestness to Colin now, an urgency she’s never before seen in him.

When she accepts the offer and travels to Eastern Europe, Rachel discovers that research is only part of her job description—and her total submission is only the beginning of the sexual excesses Julian and Colin will demand from her.

Product Warnings

You should assume any Robin L. Rotham book contains BDSM elements, anal play, and every possible ménage à trois permutation. Additionally, FrankenDom contains mad scientists, real dungeons, whips, chains, spanking, a variety of taboo fantasies, mild puppy play, electrical devices in uncomfortable places, humor, and an intimidating ratio of sadists to masochists.

 

Now Eden Bradley has tons of stuff in the works, and her books are being acknowledged as what a person MUST read if they thought Fifty Shades was good…but a touch too tame (see how I brought that back around to EL James sightings at RT? I also call Eden my bunny wife, which gives a whole new meaning to the Bondage Bunny conversation *wink*)

From the Author of The Dark Garden comes another scorching BDSM romance.

When her best friend takes her to a BDSM club in San Francisco Devin Delaney meets the beautiful, mysterious and commanding Shaye Vincent. The wealthy, enigmatic man takes her on a journey into the darker side of sex, and it’s addictive. He’s addictive.

At Sanctuary Devin’s kinkiest fantasies—and her emotions—shift into overdrive. But she’ll have to face old demons in order to give up control, and Shaye will have to walk through his own darkness. Can pain and desire bring them together? Or will it tear them apart?

“If my boyfriend breaks up with me because I start calling out Shaye’s name in bed, I’m blaming Eden Bradley. Yes, SANCTUARY is just that hot. Read with caution.” 

~Tiffany Reisz, author of The Siren (Mira Books)

As for me, I’m a series whore. But I’ll talk about series stuff tomorrow. Today, how about a few wishes? ;)

In Sinful Desires, magic is in the air when a mysterious stranger and one wild night of passion help Dani Harris admit her feelings for her longtime friend Liam, who has been in love with her for years.

 

Sinful Sensations follows the story of Bailey Wagner, who intends to stick to her five-year plan while she waits for Mr. Right. But when her sexy new boss convinces her to let loose with him–and a few of his friends–what begins as a kinky work break turns out to be a dream come true.

 

Fortune-teller by day and waitress by night, Kaya Honahni is too busy running from the expectations of her traditional Hopi family to search for romance, but in Sinful Pleasures, it finds her–times two. Despite her best efforts, Kaya can’t deny her attraction to Jace, or to his secretive best friend. And considering the way they respond to her, she won’t have to…

 

*Winner of the Passionate Plume Award for best Paranormal

 

 

 

I’m still waiting for RT goers to send me more pics. So far, the at home people have them beat (I’m not thinking about the fact that they are probably having too much fun or they found themselves trapped in a glittery corset and can’t make it to their computers lol)

So, we’ve covered initiation into ebooks and guilty pleasures. Now for today’s question:

I know you’ve been asked this a dozen times, but what draws you to a book? The cover? The blurb? Reviews? Or the genre? Inquiring minds want to know ;)

 

Remember, you have to at least post on all the days of this contest to  be entered to win the $100 gift card or the 4 $5 gift cards, and you get extra entries for sharing. Let’s set the twitterverse on fire lol Or at least singe it a little.

And definitely come back tomorrow!

ALL FOR SMUT AND SMUT FOR ALL!

RG here: Watching twitter and receiving texts from wonderful friends really lifts my spirits. So much so I thought I’d share a few with you.

Here are some I stole from the Smutketeers/Nine Naughty Novelists Cover Model Karaoke tweets :) (Can’t wait to see more)

 

And here are some wonderful pics of favorite reviewers/ Smutkedettes/friends Joy and Dawn and Kitty Kelly, Gigi, and Ann Mayburn!

I am enjoying watching from afar, mostly because of you and this stay at home contest!
Today I’m going to talk a little bit more about The Smutketeers before I ask THE QUESTION.

Our motto-All for Smut and Smut for All-means we support each other and authors established and new. It means we support your right to read whatever genre or type of romance/new adult/erotica that you’d like without judgment (we just hope you support our desire to wear corsets and do photo shoots…and that you read us too lol) For me, I also know that the romance reader/writer community is a close knit, loyal and friendly group who has each others backs in times of need. All for one and one for all…Smut is just a word that needs to be used as often as possible to take all it’s old negative connotations away. *G*

I’ve known Eden Bradley and Robin L Rotham since the first week I got online to find out how the heck someone wrote a query letter so I could submit my first book. They are dirty and kinky and fun-loving yes…but they are also determined and loving and steadfast friends. If you’re at RT you should find them today and give them a hug from me :) Cause now I’m all emotional lol

If you feel like reading…you might want to check out one of these

 

Or if you’re feeling like Christmas went away too fast and you’d like to recapture the holiday spirit…there is always this

But now….drumroll….onto the question of the day. You all gave such wonderful answers-I had to really think about what I was going to ask you next.

 

Question #2: What, other than reading beautifully dirty books, is your guilty pleasure? Chocolate? Reality TV? Shopping?

 

I’ll start. I have several. Doctor Who, Game of Thrones and rewatching Firefly spring to mind. And mochas. And Disney musicals. And fuzzy socks. And singing- karaoke/in the shower/in the car/in the grocery store. (told you I had a bunch)

I think I can safely say that one of Eden’s guilty pleasures is shoe shopping. And one of Robin’s is…okay that’s too private *giggle*

Your turn.

Remember, you can still post in Day 1 to be entered to win the grand prize of $100 Amazon gift card. AND you still get extra entries for sharing today’s contest on FB and/or twitter.

ALL FOR SMUT AND SMUT FOR ALL!

 

 

Smutketeer RG here. This place is kind of sad and empty this week. No one around. Everyone giggling, dancing and covered in glitter at the RT conference, but here?

*crickets*

I’m imagining this–>

 

I’m actually doing this –>

BUT

There is a silver lining. Not only do we have a contest happening at RT that will allow us to catch a glimpse of all the fun, but we’re having a stay at home contest as well (will talk about it more below).

And I get the blog all to myself. I can talk about ANYTHING I want. Well, almost anything. I mean I would probably bore you if I started ranting about Doctor Who, and shock you if I started discuss my recent second hand education in the fine art of electrical play.

I have a reputation as the innocent Smutketeer you know :) Do you know? Let’s just start with a little reminder about us.

For those of you hopping on the website from RT who are new to the Smutketeers-we are a group of erotic romance authors who enjoy sharing posts about our friend’s releases, hanging out with our readers, the Smutkedettes, and having fun, elaborate contests several times a year. (We also like to dress up occasionally) Oooh and we’ll be represented this year at Cover Model Karaoke. If you’re at RT, you should definitely go. I guarantee you’ll have a blast! (I’m jealous)

Eden Bradley aka Eve Berlin is the classy, sensual one with an obsession for shoes, lip gloss and an unlimited amount of first hand knowledge on her genre of choice-BDSM. The Dark Garden is a book of hers that has been internationally praised by authors and reviewers alike, but that is just the tip of her masterfully kinky iceberg. In fact, she’s currently working on a new series for Berkley that you are all going to LOVE. Check out her book page to find out more.

Robin L Rotham is known by some (okay by me) as my Dirty Alien Farm Wife. If you met her on the street you would have no idea that this kind, quick witted super mom had such dirty, dirty imaginings. Though if you hang out with her at RT you’ll find out soon enough *G* She came blazing onto the erotic romance scene with Alien Overnight, an erotic sci-fi that set kindles and nooks everywhere on fire…and her most recent offering FrankenDom, has shocked and amazed us all. Shocked being the operative word lol Here is her book page.

RG Alexander aka Rachel Grace (thats me) calls herself the innocent Smutketeer because, well just look at those two. Comparatively speaking, I’m an angel. *wink* I’ve written several series for Samhain, Ellora’s Cave and Berkley, and I’m currently in the middle of a brand new series that follows a particularly complicated heroine named Aziza Jane and her sexy, ever-expanding entourage *G*. The Fireborne series will start August 27th with the book Burn With Me (should be available for pre-order in a few weeks)

I’m working on my website today, but have a look at my book page as well.

So now that we have that out of the way

My Day One topic of conversation is this…

What was the first book you read from an online publisher? And/or when did you discover that they even existed?

I’ll start. Before Kindle and Nook, I think it was about 8 years ago, I was searching for new books to buy at the store on B&N website, when I stumbled across a name I’d never heard. Lora Leigh. I followed her name to her website, and discovered a strange site called Ellora’s Cave. I downloaded a program called Mobi then and there so I could read a little something called Tempting the Beast. I was amazed. I didn’t have to run to the store in the middle of the night to get my hot romance fix? Ask my husband to pick up a dirty-covered offering on his way home from work? I could-at any time I wanted to-simply purchase an erotic romance on my computer?

Heaven!

Of course then I was hooked, bought up all the Lauren Dane and Lora Leigh books and moved on to countless others, and before I knew it I was submitting my own offering to EC…and you know the rest :)

What about you?

CONTESTS

RT Contest

Those at RT need to try and get one of these postcards, available at promo alley (see pic below)

and follow the instructions. It’s easy. It’s fun. And the grand prize is $100 gift card, so totally worth it :)

 

AT HOME Contest

All of us at home have our work cut out for us too. I’ll have a new question for you from now until Saturday, and to win, you’ll have to post a reply on each day. You’ll be entered multiple times if you share this contest on FB and/or twitter and/or your blog (and post the link here)

Same prizes apply for at home. 4 winners will win a $5 gift card…one at home winner will win a $100 gift card!!

Winners will be chosen on Monday!

Let the at home contest begin…don’t leave me hanging guys. I have chocolate and a playlist of really depressing, self-pity filled songs and I’m not afraid to use them lol