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Romance takes us away from the daily grind, but where do you wanna go? Do you prefer your HEAs on Park Ave. or Main Street? High rises or front porches? Metropolis or Smallville? Bright lights or quiet nights? It all comes down to location, location, location!
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Book 4 in the bestselling Finn Factor series is out!
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Is it wrong to be this Ravenous?
When Jennifer Finn was good, she was very very good, and when she was bad…she got arrested for assault and indecent exposure. Now Jen’s back in school and determined to find her balance. But one man seems just as determined to destroy her equilibrium, and he knows all the right buttons to push.
What began as a favor for an old friend became something more the instant Trick Dunham laid eyes on Jen. Now he can’t resist inserting himself into her life, despite warnings from her family. Little Finn might be struggling to find her path but Trick knows exactly where she belongs. What she needs. He just has to get her and their third to agree.
Professor Declan Kelley has a weakness for his old lover, Trick. The bad boy ex-con has become a wickedly sensual man who comes whenever he pleases, but never stays. When he shows up again it’s to offer Declan one of his darkest desires to date—Jennifer Finn and Trick together on a three-way platter. But that would threaten the safe, uncomplicated life he’s built for himself, and Declan’s not doing that for anything.
Unless it’s forever…
Warning: This book is a Jenga tower of sin. Explicit, graphic, shocking, teetering-on-the-edge-of-unbalanced, unapologetic sin. M/m, m/f, f watching m/m together and liking it so much that m grabs f and makes her a part of the dirtiest m/m/f ménage in history. That’s right, I said it. Role play—the hot-for-teacher kind, the sexy-thief-in-the-night kind AND…well sometimes you just have to ignore the warnings and dive right in.
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Thanks so much to the Smutketeers for having me back again! A super special thank you to Eden, for her input on this book and her wonderful cover quote!
Harvard law professor Jack Archer once balanced his professional life with the private world of dominance, surrender, and trust he shared with his wife. Since cancer stole her a year ago, finding love again—her final wish for him—is the furthest thing from his mind.
From his empty house to the classroom, grief follows his every move. Until he meets a young woman with shadows in her eyes even darker than his own.
Once a shining star at law school, Lilly Sterling’s dreams died when the Dom she trusted left her heartbroken and lost. She’s starting fresh in a new city as a paralegal, but meeting Jack reawakens all her old demons—and her lingering desires.
Jack offers to become Lilly’s mentor for both the courtroom and the playroom, but tells himself it’s not a relationship. Their carefully worded contract guarantees that. But when their trial agreement starts heating up, both Jack and Lilly must decide what will tip the scales: the letter of the law…or love?
Warning: All rise for a book that contains a wounded submissive and a Dominant who wants to retrain her while retaining control of his heart. Discovery phase may involve spankings, bondage, edging, and blindfolds. Is it hot? You be the judge.
Here’s a little excerpt to get your pulses racing:
“Do you want to put a date on the contract?” Jack asked.
“Sure…I guess? I mean, when did you want to do this?”
“As soon as you’re ready. Because you know what it means when you are, don’t you?”
Lilly hesitated, an even deeper blush covering the freckles on her cheeks. He’d love to see where else those adorable little marks ran across her flesh.
“What does it mean?”
He brought his lips to her ear and whispered, “It means for one day, your body will be mine. Your skin, your moans, your scent, your taste. They’re all mine.”
Lilly inhaled sharply. Seeing her so turned on was a delicious image, one he wanted to savor. But there was something he needed to take care of first. Jack clasped his hands behind his back and began walking around her.
“First, however, we have to discuss the error you made.”
That startled her. She turned back to look at him, her brows high and pressed together. Jack raised his chin and pointed to the floor. Her gaze obediently fell to the carpet.
“Do you want to tell me what you think your mistake was?”
“I—” She halted. Jack watched her closely as he continued to circle her. Underneath the soft fabric of her sweater, her nipples had stiffened. She was confused but not scared, turned on even in her uncertainty.
To help her understand, he grabbed her braid and tugged her head back. “I don’t like surprises, Lilly.”
She gasped when he let her go. “I came to your office without contacting you first.”
He let that sit for a beat. “And why might that be a problem?”
“You could’ve been busy. Students could’ve been here.”
She knew the answer now but didn’t realize he was simply testing her, employing the same method of questioning he used with his students—another question for an answer. Only with her, the game was much more fun. Moving to her side, he clasped her chin in a grip just shy of rough and drew her face up.
“And what could you do differently in the future, so as not to displease me?”
“I should get your permission first, Sir.”
Smart girl. And fuck, he loved it when she called him that.
“Yes. You should.” He caressed her cheek, then stepped behind her once again and leaned in close. “How to punish you.”
She stiffened, her arousal edged out by sudden fear. Jack clucked his tongue.
“I’m not going to hurt you.” He tugged down the edge of her collar and ran his lips over her neck, biting below her jaw line. She went up on her toes, breath hitching. “You’ll be in pain, all right, but not the way you think.”
He gripped her by the hips and pushed her toward his desk. Seizing her wrists, he locked her hands down on the surface.
“Stay,” he whispered, nipping at hear earlobe. Lilly moaned softly. “Oh no. We can’t have that. Can’t have everyone hearing you.”
He covered her mouth with one hand, and the beast within him yanked on its leash at the sensation of Lilly held captive. But Jack was in control. Nudging her lips apart, he gave in to the pleasure of sliding the cage door open, of letting his dominant side take over, and plunged his thumb into her mouth.
“Show me,” he ordered, grazing it along her tongue. “Show me what you are.”
He waited, needing to break her down, to see her give in and become the submissive he knew she wanted to be. Lilly groaned and licked once along the intrusion before sucking hard, rhythmically drawing his thumb deeper until her cheeks hollowed out.
“Good girl.” Jack kissed the side of her face. “Such a good little girl, sucking my thumb like it’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever tasted.”
He slid his other hand around to her belly. Pressing the heel of his hand into the soft hollow above her pelvis, he gently increased the pressure until Lilly’s hips flexed and she panted out a sharp breath through her nose. Unable to stand the inch of space that remained between them, Jack brought his hips flush against her ass. She was all heat and lush curves, and he let himself have a moment to feel it, to let the pleasure roll through him.
Lilly groaned again and pressed backward, seeking more.
“So needy. Are you wet?”
She whimpered around his thumb. It was a pitiful, wonderful sound.
“I bet you are. I bet you’re dying for more. I bet you’re aching for it.”
Jack dipped his middle finger over her pubic bone and searched for the top of her slit through the thin fabric of her skirt. He found the cleft with a practiced touch and rubbed it in a tiny, teasing circle. Lilly sagged toward his desk even as she kept working herself against him.
“That’s right. I know what you need. You need my hands on you, holding you down. Making you come.”
She was shaking so hard she was probably close to coming already. Jack withdrew his thumb from her mouth and cradled her throat with one hand, continuing to stroke her through her clothes with the other. Pulling her upright, he tilted her chin back. Her eyes were pinched shut, her mouth open as she writhed against the movement of his hand.
“Do you want to come, little girl?”
“Yes, Sir.” Her answer came out in a high-pitched whine of pure, unadulterated need. Which was exactly where he wanted her.
He released her and stepped away. Lilly whipped her head around. Her face a mask of agony, her hands gripping his desk. Jack smirked. Sure, it was torture for him too, but leaving her like this had been his plan all along.
“Your punishment will be no orgasms until you’re in my playroom.” If she was this wound up, he could only guess what a few days without any relief was going to do to her. “I think that will be suitably painful, don’t you?”
Her mouth opened in protest, but she said nothing.
“Good girl. Now, did you want to put a date on that contract?”
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And now for a little Q & A with me!
Tell us about your first kiss!
My first kiss was when I was thirteen, with a boy I’d known since childhood. We were holed up in my bedroom watching Boyz in the Hood while our parents had coffee in the dining room. He accidentally bit my tongue. Not exactly a romantic moment, but I still look back on it fondly.
What inspired this story?
A lot of Lilly’s story was based on my own personal experience. I came out of a bad relationship in really rough shape, and it took a while for me to find my place in the lifestyle again. It was important for me to write a story about a woman who isn’t just discovering BDSM, but has been introduced to it in a really negative way and yet still finds herself yearning for it.
What’s your guilty pleasure?
I really adore the TV show “The Royals” on E! It feels like such a guilty pleasure when I’m watching it—the wild sex-capades, the scandals—and I love every second of it.
Steak or sushi?
Japanese steak house! (Best of both worlds, right?)
Soft, sensual make out session or throw you up against the wall?
Wall. Definitely the wall. ;-)
Jeans or stilettos?
Always jeans. I fall down in stilettos. It’s not cute.
Summer or winter?
Summer. I live in upstate New York, otherwise known as Narnia. We barely get summer here, but I love it while it lasts.
Dog person or cat person?
Cat! Although I’m convinced my furbaby is a dog trapped in a cat’s body.
Tattoos or piercings?
I’m more of a tat kind of girl. It was seeing hubs’ ink that sold me on him.
Rebecca Grace Allen holds a Bachelor of Arts in English with a double concentration in Creative Writing and Literary Comparison, as well as a Master of Science in Elementary Education, both of which seemed like good ideas at the time. After stumbling through careers in entertainment, publishing, law and teaching, she’s returned to her first love: writing. A self-admitted caffeine addict and gym rat, she currently lives in upstate New York with her husband, two parakeets, and a cat with a very unusual foot fetish.
Amazon: Rebecca Grace Allen Author Page
(Book XIII of the Vampire Queen series / BDSM paranormal romance / Male-male)
Hello, Smutketeers! I’m very excited about my new release, Night’s Templar. I must share AND do a giveaway! Here’s the blurb:
Lord Uthe, a member of the Vampire Council, was a Templar Knight centuries ago. Even up to the present day, he has attempted to honor the spirit of the Rule, despite the volatile and highly sexual nature of the vampire world. Yet now he’s caught the attention of the Fae Lord Keldwyn, liaison between the Council and Fae Court. Keldwyn challenges Uthe’s emotional isolation and dominant nature. When a quest from Uthe’s past requires Keldwyn’s help to protect both their worlds, Uthe will have to decide whether the Fae male is a gift from God to be cherished and trusted, or a curse that will make Uthe fail the Order he promised to serve all his life
HAVEN’T READ ANY OF JOEY’S VAMPIRE QUEEN SERIES? This is a great time to start. I did mention this is the 13th book, right? You have plenty to read! Since Keldwyn and Uthe’s story is pretty deeply entrenched in the culture of my vampires, I wouldn’t read it first. However, you don’t have to read ALL of the twelve preceding books to enjoy it; you just need more familiarity with the Vampire Queen’s world. Beloved Vampire (Book 4) is a standalone and a GREAT gateway book into the series with the sexy Lord Mason. Or you can read the first two in the series, Vampire Queen’s Servant and Mark of the Vampire Queen, because Lady Lyssa and Jacob started it all. Excerpts and blurbs for the whole series are here – http://www.storywitch.com/book-vqs. Each book comes with a recommendation on whether it can be read as a standalone or which books should be read as prequels for it.
(otherwise known as a bribe to get you to do promo for me – grin):
In honor of the release of Uthe and Keldwyn’s story, I’m giving away a NICE prize package: a $15 gift certificate from Amazon, B&N or ARe; a print or ebook title of your choice; and a lovely little Night’s Templar jewelry box, handmade by one of my very talented readers. Yes, all of that!
How do you enter? Share the following short snippet on FB OR tweet the two tweets noted, and then comment under my post (if you want to do both FB and Twitter, it’s not required, but I’ll be ecstatic). I’ll randomly choose a winner here in 48-72 hours. If your FB or Twitter needs to stay BDSM Romance free, but you discuss books on a private forum or group, share the FB snippet with them and you can be eligible for the prize as well.
Trick or Treat! Night’s Templar by Joey W. Hill, Book 13 of the Vampire Queen series, releases October 31! Buy links and free excerpt here – http://www.storywitch.com/book-vqs-nt. Haven’t read ANY of the Vampire Queen series yet? Now’s a great time to start. Check out all the books (including more free excerpts) at the series link – http://www.storywitch.com/series-vqs. @JoeyWHillAuthor
TWEET ONE – Oct 31 Night’s Templar by Joey W. Hill, Book 13 Vampire Queen series! Excerpt/buy links: http://www.storywitch.com/book-vqs-nt. @JoeyWHill
TWEET TWO – Haven’t read ANY of Joey’s Vampire Queen series? Free excerpts/blurbs at the series link – http://www.storywitch.com/series-vqs. @JoeyWHill
Thank you, and hope you enjoy Keldwyn and Uthe, or any of my Vampire Queen titles!
Oct 22-26th, The Inkheart authors are giving out an early Halloween treat HERE! At only $0.99, you should add them all to your collection for hours of reading pleasure. :)
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Eden says:: I’m celebrating the release of the second book in my ‘Dangerous Romance’ series DANGEROUSLY BROKEN, out today! Author J. Kenner says about DANGEROUSLY BROKEN “With kink, sensuality, emotional depth, and passion that flies off the page, Eden Bradley has a winner in Dangerously Broken. Loved it!” and author Lexi Blake says “Dangerously Broken is dark and sexy, romantic and edgy—this book will keep you up all night.”
It’s all or nothing…
Growing up, Summer Grace Rae lusted after Jamie Stewart-Greer something fierce. But her older brother’s best friend was strictly off limits. And in time Summer convinced herself to forget about him—until one erotic encounter…
Jamie has a dark side, and his BDSM fantasies are the perfect way to explore it. But he’s always hidden his extreme lifestyle from the one person who elicited his ultimate, forbidden passions. After all, Summer has been like a little sister to him for years—until Jamie sees her at the most infamous kink club in New Orleans.
Now, every taboo craving they’ve ever had is made real, in the flesh, and sending them on a sensual journey of discovery. But as their relationship spirals into the darkest recesses of desire, they’re both left breathlessly wanting more—and love could be the most dangerous fetish of them all.
PLAYLIST:: Many of you know how important music is to my writing process-well, to my life! Which is maybe why I’ve always dated so many musicians. Which, as it turns out, is usually a bad idea, and something my heroine in Book Three, DANGEROUSLY BAD, shares with me. But I digress… ; ) DANGEROUSLY BROKEN was such an emotional book for me to write! The history between Jamie and Summer was so loaded-I cried more than once working on it. The music had to be full of emotion, too-it set the tone and mood of the book. And yes, some of this music makes me cry, too! For those of you who share my love affair with music (if not my love affairs with musicians-ha!), I thought I’d post the most crucial parts of the playlist I listened to while writing this book. Hope you enjoy some of my music!
Let’s start with this one-maybe the most important song on this list, and the one I wrote to most often:
~~Lover by Alter Bridge
~~Watch Over You by Alter Bridge (this one was hugely important, too-the lyrics!!!)
~~Relax My Beloved by Alex Clare
~~Meant by Elizaveta
~~Breathe You In My Dreams by Trixie Whitley
~~Carry Me Home by Sohn
~~All the Things Lost by MS MR
~~Say Something by A Great Big World
~~Need It by Half Moon Run
~~Maui by Kava Kava (I write to this song all the time!)
~~Take it Easy by Jetta
~~If You Want It by Superstring
EXCERPT-Warning! X-Rated stuff ahead!
Summer’s stomach was fluttering, tight with nerves. Jamie had been sending her texts all day telling her he had wonderfully wicked plans for their evening at The Bastille and she’d better be prepared, and even though she’d sassed him in response as she often did, most of his messages had carried an undertone—or an overtone in some cases—of real menace. It frightened her a bit, but it also turned her on like crazy. When he’d shown up at her door dressed all in black, from his big black boots to his tight black T-shirt and fitted leather pants that he sported like a rock star, her knees had literally gone weak. When they’d stepped off her front porch she saw he’d driven the Corvette, even though they were going to the club in the warehouse district. And she’d known tonight would be special, different from anything she’d ever experienced with him.
Now they were at the club and Jamie was taking his time talking to the corseted woman behind the front desk, leaving Summer to stand next to him, fidgeting. Totally unlike her, even in bottom mode, but the way he’d handled things today was certainly doing its job. She was shaken up, off balance. And so turned on already she could barely stand it. Which, she was sure, was exactly what he’d intended. How had he known she’d respond like this to his stern approach when she hadn’t known herself?
Finally he was done at the desk as a group came in behind him to check in, and he took her hand and led her onto the main floor without a word. Tonight the lighting was all in shades of purple with the occasional red glow from some of the sconces that decorated the highly lacquered black walls. The music was dark, too, rumbling, rasping hard rock with a heavy bass line that made the floors tremble. She could feel it in the pit of her stomach as they walked across the polished wood floors, passing those who were already playing at the different stations: spanking benches, St. Andrew’s crosses, simple chains hung from the ceiling with spreader bars attached to them where male and female bottoms alike were suspended by heavy leather cuffs. At the edge of her vision she caught sight of a beautiful Domme strapping a naked submissive male into an interrogation chair, a trio using one of the padded tables suspended by chains, a tall Dom spanking a petite young woman turned over his knee on one of the plush chairs in a seating area. There were moans and groans of pain and pleasure and the startling snap of a whip from somewhere. And all of it enveloped her, adding to her headspace, making her feel her submission in a way that was energizing. Empowering, somehow, despite the tremors of fear running like a small, live wire just beneath her skin.
Jamie stopped in front of an enormous web made of chain that stood on a giant frame. He placed his bag on the floor to one side of the gleaming web and pulled her closer to him, smiling down at her.
“We’ll play here tonight.”
. . . said the spider to the fly.
She almost had to grin. But the anticipation was building, making her dizzy. And being at the club with Jamie was overloading her in some way she didn’t quite understand. But she loved that aspect of what was happening.
She nodded, waiting for instructions, her head sinking so fast she was having a hard time focusing on anything but Jamie, the beat of the music, the heavy chains she knew he loved and that she was coming to love, too. She could almost feel their cold touch against her skin.
Jamie stroked her cheek, his hand trailing over her long hair until he reached the ends, rubbing the strands between his fingers, as he often did. But tonight he seemed more introspective.
“What is it?”
“You seem . . . I don’t know. A little distant tonight.”
“My mind is going. Thinking about the evening ahead. Is it alarming you, sugar?”
“No. Of course not.”
He grinned crookedly—a roguish grin. “Maybe it should be.”
Oh, she loved that he messed with her head like that, as ridiculous as it sounded to her turning the words over in her mind. But she was going wet already from the mind-fuck, from simply being there with him. From everything she was seeing. From the ambience of wicked sensuality.
She smiled. “Yes, maybe it should. Maybe I’ll find out later that I should have been more nervous than I am.”
He tilted her chin up with one commanding finger, leaned in as if to kiss her, stopping inches from her lips. He whispered, “Are you nervous at all, Summer Grace? About what I might do to you tonight? About how much you might like it?”
She swallowed, tried to laugh, but it didn’t quite come out right. “I am now.”
“Excellent.” Jamie straightened up, ran a hand down her arm as he spoke, sending delicious little chills through her. “Tonight will be a bit different,” he told her. “I’m going to demand a lot of you. I want you to be very conscious of your safewords. Use them if you need to. I don’t care how brave you think you should be, or how strong. We both already know how strong you are, sweetheart—you have nothing to prove. But this will be a test of sorts. We’re going to try some new toys, see how much you can really take. Because I don’t think we’ve truly tested that yet, do you?”
“No, Jamie,” she answered truthfully. “I know I can take much more. And I want to. It’s something I’ve been thinking about. Something I’ve been craving.”
He yanked her in hard suddenly, his mouth next to her ear. “Get ready for some testing then, sugar. Because I’m going to be hard on you tonight. Oh yes, very damn hard. And I will take the greatest pleasure in your screams.”
She shivered, unable to answer as he brushed a kiss across her cheek.
He dragged her over to the chain web so suddenly, so forcefully, she lost her footing in her stiletto heels, but he held her up with one strong arm, keeping her from falling. Keeping her safe. And the contradiction of it was a mind-fuck in itself—sweet, gentle Jamie, who was beautifully rough with her at exactly the right moments. And never more rough with her than he was tonight.
He grabbed her chin and forced her gaze to his. “Where are you, Summer Grace?”
“I’m right here.”
He shook his head. “You’re not. I’m asking you again, where are you?”
“I don’t know . . . In my own head too much, maybe?”
“Better. And I agree. Let’s see what we can do to get you more grounded in the moment. Do you remember your safewords? Tell me.”
“Green if everything is good. Yellow if we need to pause or change toys, if I need you to ease up. If I need a drink of water. Red to stop the scene completely.”
“Perfect. Now take off your clothes while I get set up—all but your shoes.”
He released her, turning his back on her to pull different implements from his black toy bag, setting them out on a long table. She swallowed hard when she saw him lay out several long canes in different sizes—both wood and Lucite—but she started to undress, ordering herself to breathe.
She pulled her short black knit dress over her head, then took off her black lace bra. Jamie turned around and put his hand out, nodding his chin. She gave him her clothing, but instead of pulling his hand away he just stood there, watching her with one eyebrow raised.
“All of it.”
She knew she should take her thong off, too. She wanted to. But she felt momentarily frozen. She didn’t know if it was because the way he was treating her was working so well, or if some defense mechanism was kicking in.
Finally he said, “Summer Grace, this is not the time to get bratty with me. And that’s the last warning you’re going to get.”
“I . . . I’m a little disoriented tonight, to be perfectly honest.”
“We don’t need to have any discussion right now. Simply do as you’re told.”
His stern tone rocked her. And made her entire body clench with need. Yearning.
So this is what it’s like to be a true submissive, and not just a bottom.
She felt a little shocked that she wanted this—the real D/s dynamic and not just sensation and some role-play. A little mad at herself. At Jamie.
“Fine,” she said, yanking her lace thong down and handing it to him.
He took it and put her clothes in the toy bag. When he turned back to her, his eyes were green fire. Green ice. Something was going on with him tonight. And she liked it.
He approached her slowly, and she felt the moment as if it were happening in slow motion. He grabbed her, swinging her around and forcing one arm behind her back, gripping her wrist hard enough to hurt. His other arm went around her throat, and God, she loved when he used breath play on her—constricting her air just enough for her to feel his command, for her to give him her trust completely. Her nipples went hard and her pussy clenched again, desire lancing through her. Fear made her shiver. And beneath it all was that little bit of anger still, preventing her from giving in completely.
Jamie leaned in, his tone low. “Stop struggling, Summer Grace. I understand what you’re going through—a kind of quiet rebellion. You’re not used to this—me refraining from tempering my dominance with gentleness. But you know it’s there if you truly need it. Trust in me that I will give you what you need. But tonight is also about what I need. And I need you to serve my desires. Do you understand that I won’t harm you, no matter how rough the play gets?”
He loosened his hold on her throat and she pulled in a gasping breath. “Of course, Jamie. I wouldn’t be here with you otherwise. And . . .” The words came out in a whisper. “I want to serve your desires. I want to. And maybe I even need to.”
“Ah, there’s my good girl.”
Those words, his approval, melted away the last of her anger. Melted her all over. Her mind was emptying out, her head starting to buzz. And he hadn’t really done anything yet. She realized in some distant way that this was where the power was in the D/s roles. It wasn’t in the pain play, although more would manifest once that began. She could hardly wait.
He pressed her back a few steps, then a few more until her back came into contact with the web of chains. They were cool against her bare skin, and she shivered.
“Cold, sweetheart? I’ll warm you up, baby.”
With a hand on her throat, his fingers pressing, he kissed her hard. His mouth was so lush and sweet—he tasted like mint and pure Jamie. Her Jamie. Like sex and familiarity.
He pulled back. “Warmer?” he asked.
He smiled down at her, his dimples flashing, and for one moment he looked like her sweet Jamie again. Then his grip on her throat tightened and he crushed her lips with his, his big body pressing her hard against the chains, until they dug into her flesh a bit. But she was nearly swooning at the feel of him—his tall, muscled frame, the ridge of his arousal against her belly. She moaned into his mouth as his tongue slid into hers, exploring. Demanding. She could barely breathe—literally, as his big hand tightened on her throat. When she gasped he released her and she sank into him, her legs weak.
“You like it when I choke you.”
“So do I.”
“Shh. Quiet now. You’ll talk only when I ask you a question, or if you need to safeword. I’m going to cuff you to the chains. Can you stand by yourself?”
He made sure she was steady on her feet before stepping back to get the padded leather cuffs. He gave a nod of his chin and she held her wrists out for him. He fastened the cuffs, then clipped them with a pair of carabiners to the big web so that her arms were spread wide. Then he pulled another pair of larger cuffs from his back pocket and knelt to shackle her ankles to the web, as well. She felt exposed, beautifully wanton in her pretty high-heeled shoes and nothing else but her ravenous desire.
He rose to his feet and brushed a quick kiss across her mouth, then nibbled on her lower lip. “Beautiful girl,” he said before stepping back, and she watched as he looped the small leather handles of three canes onto a hook on his belt.
She closed her eyes and waited.
Jamie began to stroke her skin—her arms, her sides, then her breasts. She arched into his hands as much as she was able to, but she was bound tightly. Her nipples were so hard they hurt, and when he stroked them with his thumbs she moaned quietly. She was soaked already—her clit, the lips of her sex, tight and swollen with need. He kept stroking the two hard peaks, then pinched them lightly. When he bent to take one nipple into his mouth, sucking hard, she groaned, pulling against her bonds.
“Oh, you like that, baby. But I think you’ll like this even better.”
He straightened up, looking down at her with a half-smile on his handsome face as he slipped a hand behind her neck and began to tap her thigh with one of the smaller canes. It didn’t hurt at first, and she understood he was establishing a rhythm. The tapping became harder, stinging her skin as she sank into the quick cadence of it. It felt good, her body, her brain, converting the small pain into pleasure that shimmered through her system. Then there was one sharp smack and she yelped. He stopped. Looked into her eyes.
“Are we still green?”
“Yes. We’re green.” She wanted more. Wanted it harder.
He started once more, harder this time, and pleasure swarmed her body in a warm tide. Her head was sinking into the rhythm as much as her body was. Then he hit her with one vicious smack across the front of both thighs and she cried out.
He smoothed a hand over the hurting places and the pain became pleasure. Desire. The need for more.
More, more, more . . .
© Eden Bradley, 2015
CONTEST & Help me, readers!
Today I happen to be traveling home from a conference, which makes me panic a li’l bit, since I won’t be around until the evening to pimp my new book release-disaster! So I could really use your help, and I’m not above offering some temptation in the form of a contest-lol!
This is what you can win::
~A $50.00 Amazon Gift Card!
~An autographed copy of Book One in this series, DANGEROUSLY BOUND, shipped anywhere, along with some special swag goodies!
~A $25.00 Gift Card to Sephora (my favorite source for skincare, lip gloss and great holiday gifts!)
~My undying gratitude! And Voodoo’s, too-he hates it when mama is stressed and grumpy. : )
This is how you can enter::
~Tweet about this contest & have anyone who stops by to enter name you as the person who referred them in their comment.
~Tweet one of these handy-dandy promo Tweets, then let me know in your comment here:
A good Dom always plays by the rules. Or does he…? Get @EdenBradley‘s DANGEROUSLY BROKEN! http://tinyurl.com/q4feo3j #BDSM #romance
She’s the girl he’s always dreamed about-and can never have. Get @EdenBradley‘s DANGEROUSLY BROKEN! http://tinyurl.com/q4feo3j #BDSM #romance
~Post one of these on FB along with an image of the cover, then let me know in your comment here:
How can Jamie bring his best friend’s little sister into the kink life? How can he resist? Summer Grace is the one woman he’s always wanted, and could never have, but now forbidden fruit has never tasted so good…
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Jamie has a dark side, and his BDSM fantasies are the perfect way to explore it. But he’s always hidden his extreme lifestyle from the one person who elicited his ultimate, forbidden passions. After all, Summer has been like a little sister to him for years—until Jamie sees her at the most infamous kink club in New Orleans.
Eden Bradley’s DANGEROUSLY BROKEN is finally here! Get your copy now!
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~Read DANGEROUSLY BROKEN, then post a review on Amazon or Goodreads, and give me the link here.
That’s it! I’ll come back to choose a winner on Friday, October 9th, so be sure to check back! And if you think of any other way to spread the word, it’s always much appreciated!
So taboo no publisher would touch it, Eden Bradley brings you a new story of self-discovery within the most formal arena in BDSM.
I am probably more excited about this book than anything I’ve ever written. It’s the kind of story I used to write back in my early twenties, when I didn’t worry about anyone ever reading it. It’s raw *me*-a true book of my kinky, twisted heart!
Being involved in BDSM most of my adult life hugely influenced this story. While I’ve never been into the slave mentality myself, I’ve always found it fascinating from a psychological perspective. And even though I don’t necessarily want to do all of the things I’ve written about in the first book in my new Training House series, I still find it very hot to read about, write about, or to watch at the clubs. There’s something so taboo about being the observer. There’s a LOT taboo about this story. Oh…and one of the people in this book is someone from my own life, but I’m not telling who. ; )
I do need to warn people:: the scenes that happen in GIRL can be disturbing to some readers. This is much heavier than any BDSM I’ve published, and I don’t want anyone to think they’re getting my usual stuff. This book is my most fucked up fantasy-lol! I hope it will be yours, too. ; )
I’ll be popping in and out through the evening of Thursday the 17th to answer questions-feel free to ask me anything! Do you want to know what exactly my kink experience is? (I’m a switch, so I have experience from both the top and the bottom). How to find appropriate resources to learn more about BDSM? What music I listen to when I write? What happened when I recently put myself up for auction at my local kink club? Have general questions about kink? I’m ‘out’-to my family, friends, publishers-so you are truly welcome to ask me anything! I’m becoming more and more involved with education about sexual positivity for women and kink practice and psychology, so I’m up for pretty much anything you can throw my way! And be sure not to miss my giveaway at the end of this post, and to buy your copy of THE TRAINING HOUSE: GIRL now!
In those breathless moments between pleasure and pain lie the most poignant truths…
I have signed myself over to The Training House: my devotion, my obedience, my body. It is what I have always yearned for—to lose myself in powerlessness. To be made to. But this place is more than anyone could possibly prepare for, especially the Master of the House. He is too stunning, too commanding, bringing out a yearning for submission in ways I have never imagined, and I am lost in nearly unbearable desire. He uses my body until he brings me to tears, then tenderly wipes them away, enslaving me to him instantly, body and soul.
I cannot imagine existing without him, without his wicked touch, his strict and sensual command…
Until I meet another slave, and he changes the game of kink for me forever. How can I decide what my heart wants most, without risking losing it all?
WARNING:: These books contains material that may be difficult to read about and/or cause triggers for some readers, including consensual non-consent and other scenes that could be disturbing. Do NOT try this at home!
***NOTE: GIRL ends on a cliffhanger. Book two BOY will be out this winter!
EXCERPT:: Warning:: X-Rated!!!
The Master stands in silence as Mistress Alexa’s stiletto heels retreat down the hallway. I don’t know what he’s waiting for. What he plans to do. Of course I don’t. My arms have already begun to ache from being bound for so long. Taking a breath, I try to sink into the ache, but my poor brain is too much all over the place. Everything is too new. I try to roll my shoulders, and there is just enough give to get one tiny roll in before the Master grabs me and shoves me to the floor, onto my side, then rolls me over on my back.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing, Girl?” he asks. “Did I tell you to move?”
He doesn’t need to raise his voice. Every single thing that comes out of his mouth is a threat.
I don’t dare shake my head. He is so thoroughly intimidating, straddling my body. If only I could tear my gaze from his for a moment to collect myself, but he would never allow it. He stares down at me, his blue eyes burning with a dark fire that looks like banked anger and something else. Something impossible not to recognize: banked desire. He wants me.
My heart leaps, my body thrumming as he continues to stare at me, into me. There are long, breathless moments in which I feel as if I am held suspended in mid-air. In which I swear desire is like a sound wave just out of reach, then a buzzing in the room, then a drumbeat pounding between my thighs.
He takes a deep breath, holds it for a moment, and I can’t begin to imagine what that means. Then he blinks, leans down and slaps my face—one light smack, then another. He pauses only to take the gag from my mouth, and I have perhaps a single second to press my lips together before he starts slapping my face once more, my left cheek, then the right, harder and harder.
Why do I feel joyous? Maybe it’s because he hasn’t taken his burning gaze from mine. He’s hurting me, but I want the pain. I want to take it for him. To be nothing for him. To be everything. I want it because he is the most wicked sadist I have ever met, which makes my heart trip and tumble. Which makes me need to please him all the more. And something in my chest loosens, opens up like a black chasm lined in silver.
Finally he turns me over and drags me on my knees to a small sofa, but I don’t have a moment to see what it looks like—the room is a blur of red velvet and gold damask and God knows what else as he bends me over the sofa, my breasts resting on the seat. I hear him remove his belt, and with the first blow I know he’s doubled it, making a heavy loop of the leather. He hits my poor ass with it, hard and fast. The pain is intense right from the start, and at first I get a nice flood of endorphins, pleasure making me wet, making me need to come. But very quickly he’s hitting me too hard for any of those lovely brain chemicals to help, and it’s simply my unbridled desire to please that enables me to take it.
Anything for him.
I hear his ragged breathing over me as he drops the belt and his fist goes into my hair once more. He pulls me to the floor, onto my back again, and kicks my thighs apart. I watch him through a haze of wonder and pain as he drops the belt and smacks my breasts with his bare hand. My body arches into the pain, into his touch, into the lovely brutality.
Anything for you.
“Do not defy me, Girl.” He places one booted foot on my right shoulder, then reaches down to give my breast another hard slap. “In time—and let’s both hope you’re smart enough—you’ll come to find I have little patience for an unruly slave. You are mine.” He slaps the other breast, the pain making my ears ring. “Mine. I will be sure you never have the opportunity to forget that.”
He stands there watching me for endless moments. Then he leans down and grabs my jaw in his strong hand. He says in a low tone, almost a murmur, “You are too damn beautiful for your own good. Or maybe for mine.”
Before I can help myself, I shake my head my head the tiniest bit, and he allows me to do it.
“Yes. I don’t know what this means, either.” He stops for a moment, takes a deep breath, purses his lips, then squeezes my jaw harder. “If I asked you—told you—to suck my cock, you would,” he says harshly.
I nod, not knowing what else to do, not knowing what’s going on.
“If I beat you—and I will—you would accept it gratefully. And accept me making you come just as gratefully. But if I kissed you… What would you think of that?”
I take a moment, confused.
“You may speak,” he tells me.
Still, it takes me several long seconds to find my voice. “I would accept it all with utter gratitude and desire, Master,” I whisper.
“Because I am your Master,” he says, rather than asks.
“No,” I tell him. Then more harshly, my heart oddly full, “No, Master!”
Straightening up, he runs a hand through his hair, then takes a step back and sits on the edge of the little sofa, watching me still. After a full minute goes by in which my heart is a small hammer trying to beat its way out of my chest, I hear footsteps behind me. “Robert, leash her and have her taken to the basement. Let my driver work her over after you’ve fed and rested her for a bit. He’s earned a little bonus.”
“And have Cook send my dinner to my suite.”
“Of course. Anything else, Sir?”
“Leave her in her chains down there tonight.”
© Eden Bradley 2015
To celebrate this important book release I’m giving away a $25.00 Gift Card to The Pleasure Chest, an e-copy of my BDSM romance SANCTUARY, and a KINDLE FIRE!!!
***A winner will be chosen the evening of Thursday, September 17th, so be sure to check back! (This also means any reviews will have to go up pretty quickly-but I know you’re all fast readers!)
There are several ways to enter & each type of post or review will count for 1 entry::
~Tweet about this book release with a link to THE TRAINING HOUSE: GIRL on my website, Amazon, B&N or ARe and @ me in your Tweet so I can see it (@EdenBradley) then let me know in your comment so I can look for your Tweet.
~Read GIRL, then post a review on FB, your blog, Goodreads or Amazon, tand post the link here.
~Post a comment about my book with a link to my website page or a buy link on FB, then give me the link to your post in your comment here. You’re welcome to use any of these graphics~just post a link to the book along with it:
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Book Two in the TRAINING HOUSE SERIES, BOY, will be out this winter! And there’s a small peek at the end of GIRL to help hold you until BOY’s release…
Welcome (Or Welcome back) to The Smutketeers Blog! We started this blog 7 years ago in September. We were just a group of author friends who loved hanging out and wanted to pimp each other’s books. And wear corsets once a year. And let our friends come over to share their new releases with you. Did I mention the Smutketeers photo shoot? *G*
Now we do Cover Model Karaoke every year at the RT conference, have The 12 days of Xmas-which is one of the largest author and prize-filled celebrations online (usually with a music video where we make authors sing and dance for your pleasure). BDSM-A-Palooza-also full of erotic romance authors who know how to make you beg for more :) and more contests and fun on The Brass Chattery FB group every day in between.
Eden Bradley, Robin L Rotham and R.G. Alexander (me) all have our different writing styles (a little kinky, hardcore and holy shit lol) and our different lifestyles (fangirl geek, dirty farm wife, and sexy shoe addict whose life would be a reality show if it wasn’t so x-rated) But from the moment we met, we knew we were all going to be the best of friends. Because we love each other, we love telling stories, and we LOVE our readers.
So come to today’s PARTY to win one of a dozen great prizes and celebrate the upcoming release of Eden Bradley’s Training House: Girl (a dark, taboo book that’s been compared with The Story of O! …if you don’t know look it up because omfg)/ and the 3rd book in R.G. Alexander’s Finn Factor series Dangerous. (The series for a reader who likes a little variety: m/m, m/f, m/m/f, m/m/m etc)
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Tell us what your first erotic romance book read was in the comments below to be entered to win a $10 Amazon gift card.
Winners announced tomorrow!
Hey there, Smutkedettes-let’s give a warm welcome to the fab Amy Jo Cousins as she visits with us, offers us a peek at her latest release and goodies to be won!
When it comes to love, there’s no such thing as smooth sailing.
Rafael Castro is so far out of his element he can’t even see it anymore. Carlisle College in Massachusetts is a long way from his Chicago home, even farther from his Dominican Republic roots.
The only thing keeping him attached to his last nerve is the prospect of seeing Denny Winslow again. The first time they met, Denny taught Rafi to fly across the water, rowing hard in a knife-like boat. Now, two years later, on the wings of a rowing scholarship, Rafi is attending Denny’s elite college.
Even before the excitement wears off, Rafi is struggling with classes and fending off rumors that Denny’s family, not Rafi’s talent, won him his spot. To quash the gossip, Rafi tries to steer clear of the man he wants. A plan that evaporates in the fire of renewed attraction.
But Carlisle’s academic pressure cooker has Rafi barely treading water. And when a family crisis hits, both Rafi and Denny must pull hard to keep their relationship from capsizing in rough waters.
Warning: Contains a surly Dominican-American guy determined to show no weakness, a golden boy who knows his soft spots, some seriously dirty bachata dancing, and an excellent excuse for voyeurism in the locker room.
LEVEL HANDS EXCERPT
“So I take it the waiting period is over?” Denny’s soft voice was easily audible in the dark, dancing over Rafi’s skin and making him shiver.
He snorted. If only. He flicked a glance at the closed bedroom door. “I thought so, but not quite, I guess.”
Denny shook his head, the edge of his teeth white against his lip as he bit it. Then he pushed himself up on one elbow, still facing Rafi, and used his other hand to shove his blanket down.
Rafi knew Denny had been wearing sleep shorts when he’d crawled under the dark red blanket Steph had left out on the air mattress. His bare chest had been distracting enough, pressed against Rafi’s own while they kissed, but if he’d been totally naked, Steph and Cash would’ve interrupted something very different upon their early return. Rafi was pretty sure he wouldn’t have even managed one kiss before hitting his knees right there in the middle of the living room.
But Denny, the tempting, torturous bastard, had kicked those shorts off and was lying there exposed from neck to groin, the trailing edge of the blanket running back over his hip to cover his ass.
Rafi swallowed. Hard.
Denny raised a finger to his lips.
Rafi damn near squeaked. Shhhh? Holy crap. Was Denny going to…
Run a single finger down the length of his hard dick from the tip to the base while staring Rafi in the eyes?
“Oh my God,” he whispered, watching Denny as if he’d die if he stopped. The yellow glow of the old-fashioned streetlights illuminated the room enough for him to see the slow stroke of Denny’s hand. The arch of his neck as he tilted his head back, the shadow of the dip at the base of his throat. In the silence, he could hear Denny’s breathing grow harsher.
As if the sound reminded him of his own saliva, Denny lifted his hand to his mouth, licking his palm. The slick sound of that palm sliding over hard flesh fired every nerve in Rafi’s body. He clenched his fist around the base of his dick, holding back his own climb toward orgasm.
With a soft cry and a curl forward, Denny came, pulling his hand up to spill into it instead of on his belly. For a second, Rafi wondered if Denny was going to do something Rafi had only ever seen in porn before and lick it off his own hand. But with a tired groan, Denny grabbed the T-shirt he’d left on top of his bag next to his head and wiped his hand clean.
Rafi could smell him in the dark, the thick scent of sex and sweat and come surrounding him as Denny’s rough breathing slowed. Before he had a chance to think about it— unlike Denny, he was facing their hosts’ bedroom door— Rafi pulled down his afghan and exposed himself.
Exposed. That was the right word for it. With Denny’s eyes on him, Rafi felt seen like he had never been before, even as he wondered if his darker skin made it impossible for Denny to pick out the same details that had fascinated Rafi. He didn’t have the patience to move slowly. He was too close to the edge. Right before he came, Denny reached up with one hand and rested his fingertips on Rafi’s forearm. A touch that pulled every ounce of his focus from his cock and balls to those five soft spots where Denny’s fingers pressed into the muscle of his arm. Rafi held his breath. He’s touching me. As dizziness swept over him, he exhaled with a harsh burst of air that matched the pulse in his balls as he came, spurting over his stomach and chest.
It was like dying, with a witness. His muscles trembled and he rolled onto his back, come cooling on his skin as he pulled himself back into his body. After a moment, a throat cleared. Rafi turned his head to look over the edge of the couch.
Denny passed him his messy T-shirt. His whisper held an edge of laughter. “No sense taking two home.”
Rafi snorted, sweat cooling on his exposed skin. He wiped himself down and they stuffed the T-shirt deep in Denny’s bag. Then they settled back into their beds, looking at each other and breathing quietly in the dark. Rafi saw Denny’s eyes flutter heavily as he fell asleep.
The shadows on the wall shifted over the next several hours every time a car passed on the street, and Rafi watched them flicker while he tried to talk himself into falling asleep. But all he could think about was how impossible it had been to resist the temptation of Denny Winslow.
Yes, the waiting period was officially over.
I’ll gift one winner with an ebook of LEVEL HANDS, or of any book from the entire Bend or Break series (OFF CAMPUS, NOTHING LIKE PARIS, THE GIRL NEXT DOOR). All of the books are connected, but stand alone, so no need to start at the beginning unless you want to! To enter, simply comment below with your opinion of voyeurism! Is it hot to watch, or is hands-on the way to go?
A winner will be chosen on Friday night, so be sure to check back for the announcement in the comments section!
Get to know Amy Jo with some either/or questions!
Beer or girly drink with an umbrella? Beer! Dogfish Head 60 Minute IPA in the winter and Stiegl Radler in the summer. Yum.
Vanilla or chocolate? Chocolate. Dark chocolate, with a cherry-chili center, preferably. A German company used to make these amazing chocolates that I can’t find in the States any more, but I still remember that cherry-chili filling and the way it zinged against the dark chocolate!
Hugs or kisses? Kisses, always. Unless, are we talking people I meet on the street? The kiss might be less appropriate then. My apologies for climbing all over you… (Eden says: No apologies needed!)
Boxers, briefs or commando? Boxer-briefs are the best of both worlds and whoever invented the should get some kind of medal.
Steak or sushi? Sushi, but someone else has to order for me. For whatever reason, I can never remember what I like a sushi restaurants, so I just trust in my friends. They never let me down!
Jeans or stilettos? Jeans on the daily, stilettos on the rare occasion when I want to rule the town.
Elegant fop or rough-edged rogue? I’ll flirt with the elegant fop. I’ll trip the rough-edged rogue and race him to the floor.
Tropical beach or mountain cabin? Mountain cabin, especially if there’s a fireplace and the chance to get snowed in…
Cop or fireman? Fireman, please. That whole running into a burning building to save someone’s life thing is ridiculously hot. Also, I have a weird thing for turnout pants. They’re hot!
Vampire or werewolf? I spent my teens and twenties obsessed with Anne Rice’s vampires (and witches!), but these days I’m all about the intensity of the werewolf.
Soft, sensual make out session or throw you up against the wall? Why else do we have walls, honestly? Throw me up against the nearest one, please.
Summer or winter? Winter! I can’t deal with the heat. It’s impossible to cool down without help from AC, but you can always figure out a way to warm up in the winter. ;)
Tattoos or piercings? My Pinterest board might convince you I can’t live without them on my love interests, but in real life I just want someone to be happy in their own skin. Love piercings and tattoos? Great! Would never do either? No problem. I’m happy either way. For myself, I have a teensy bit of a needle phobia, so I am neither tatted nor pierced. I’ve long known what tattoos I will get as soon as they offer general anesthesia at the tattoo parlor though!
City girl or country girl? I’m a city girl, for sure. I walk everywhere! Grocery store, elementary school to drop of my kid, library, coffee shop for writing dates, local bookstore. I just gave up my car this year and between walking and the El, I get around with no road rage (an old failing) ever.
Las Vegas luxury hotel or quaint Wine Country Inn vacation? Did someone mention wine? I’ll go wherever the wine is, thank you!
Meanwhile, be sure to visit Amy Jo online:
Do you like it Dangerous?
Brady Finn has been a cop and a Marine, but he’s never been in a situation as dangerous as this one. Waking up naked in the bed of a man he’s wanted for months—with no memory of how he got there—was only the beginning.
Rope Dom Ken Tanaka knows kink isn’t Brady’s scene, but he still can’t resist the tall, redheaded Boy Scout. When their search for a missing person requires Brady to go above and beyond the call of duty, they’ll both do what needs to be done for the mission—and give in to the undeniable passion between them.
Will their explosive chemistry last once the job is over? Or will taking that chance be more dangerous than either man is willing to risk?
Warning: Explicit male/male sexy times. Voyeurism with a touch of noncon, role playing, rope. And, once again, very serious about the graphic gay sex. I’m not sure why you don’t believe me… Also? An Evil League of Evil! Good kink vs scary villain kink (you’ve been warned), Finn Club rules and the aftereffects of The Great Rumming of 2015. I SAID RUMMING. Dirty minds.
!!!BONUS FREE READ!!!
A Curious Proposal: An Owen and Jeremy quickie
You should at least read the first chapter of Dangerous before starting this.
AMAZON ARe SMASHWORDs
I’ve been offline with computer issues, so I could use a little help getting the word out. The more you enter, the more you’re entered. You have a lot of choices.
1. Join the Brass Chattery and share from there-which would also enter you in a Smutkedette contest I’m having (you’ll be entered in both if you post in the comments here as well)
2. Share this blog contest on FB and twitter and tell me you did
3. Tweet: Do you like it Dangerous? Bk 3 in the Finn Factor series is available now from PLUS a !
(and then tell me you did in comments)
4. If you’ve read and liked Curious, Scandalous, or if you’ve already read Dangerous and like that too, leave a review on Amazon or goodreads and tell me about it here.
5. This series is getting bigger by the minute. So many Finns! Tell me your favorite thing about big family series in the comment section.
I’ll choose a winner on Sunday, and they will get a $100 Amazon gift card!!
Don’t forget to check out Curious and Scandalous if you’ve missed them! Next up, Little Finn’s story in Ravenous!
Jessica Coody Kennedy!!!
Send me an email at email@example.com for your gift card!