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Insanely Hot Cowboys from Felice Fox!
by robinrotham on Nov 11th, 2014 20 Comments »

Welcome, lovers of smut! Today we’re thrilled to be hosting the fabulous Felice Fox and her insanely hot cowboy romances!

Hi Everyone! I’m Felice Fox and I’m so thrilled to be on the Smutketeers blog today. I have a dirty and delicious new Cameron Ranch story to share with you, The Sound of Your Name, plus a great giveaway (get ready to spill your secrets in the comments below!)

When I finished Hold Me Together, the first book in the Cameron Ranch Cowboys series, I couldn’t wait to write Brody Cameron’s story. 8 seconds wasn’t just the length of time a rider needed to stay on a bull—it was also about the length of time Brody would allow himself to stay hooked on a woman. As I set out to write his story, I came across this beautiful quote and asked myself where a man like Brody Cameron would hide, and why?

“Eventually, soul mates meet because they have the same hiding place.”
—Robert Brault

The Sound of Your Name begins with Brody about to lose his spot on the pro circuit and desperate to hide out and regroup before heading into the bull riding arena. But moments into his makeshift sanctuary, he gets the surprise of his life. Ellie Donovan had done a lot of things to get a great story for Modern Luxury Magazine, but pimping herself out to a pro bull rider who thinks she’s the only thing keeping him on track for the gold buckle wasn’t one of them. Being sexy Brody Cameron’s good luck charm wasn’t exactly a hardship—until Ellie discovers she doesn’t want it to end.

Here’s an excerpt from the first encounter that sets their romance in motion.

Not wanting to move another inch, Brody’s eyes flicked to the digital countdown on the panel behind her. The floor lights had been triggered by her opening the door and, while he should have been taking this moment to explain, he found himself at a loss for speech, racing to burn the vision of her into his memory before the lights went out. He took in her red sundress, ruffles playing over full breasts, cowgirl boots that ain’t never seen mud, and the scent of her (now he was breathing deeply again, he smelled cherries along with the vanilla). The whole scene changed the cramped, dusty utility closet, which had been his rock bottom a minute ago, into a warm little haven he didn’t want to leave. He could barely make out the lines of curvy hips hinting at a luscious booty, narrow waist and full breasts. She wasn’t his usual type, yet he couldn’t stop looking, wanting to know where all those curves went.

Time stood still as they stared at each other, eye to eye and still not a word passed between them.

A heartfelt apology seemed caught in his throat. He tried to clear it and speak, but as soon as his lips parted her eyes fell to his mouth and traced a slow path down the snaps of his shirt, his protective vest hanging open, stopping at his exposed cock. His dick betrayed him with an involuntary twitch.

The woman’s eyes climbed back to his as she crossed a hand over of her chest, and hooked a finger in the strap of her dress.

He caught something in her look, a pain similar to his own, but it was gone in a flash and, Lord help him, he was going to see titties. Any sensible thought flew from him. His cock went about rock solid as his eyes flicked to the panel on the wall. Oh, no, no, no! …2…1…

Brody groaned in the dark and she responded with a soft laugh. A gentle hand landed on his elbow and worked its way down the fabric of his shirt to his fingers. Suddenly, his hand was lifted to warm, smooth skin. Her shoulder. She placed her hand over his and held it there a moment. Brody shuddered. She laced the strap of her dress under his fingers and guided his hand over the crest of her arm.

Unbelievable. Brody took over, gliding across her collarbone to the other side, knowing her naked breasts were now just below his hands. He closed his eyes, savoring the flush of heat over his body, his nipples puckering against the fabric of his cowboy shirt.

It was the most alive he’d felt in weeks.

Finally, he had done something right. Brody floated toward her, moving slower than he ever thought a man could move, as if stalking a butterfly. He crowded her, the heat of her body an instant balm, another layer of unexpected lust, as he skirted his fingertips along the sides of her breasts without touching them. She whimpered when he splayed his hands, exploring the breadth of her middle, tickling her belly button and tracing the luscious hollows of her waist with his fingers as his thumbs brushed her belly. She shivered under his hands, and a rush of warmth radiated from his heart like he’d served a meal to a person in need or adopted a puppy or something.

Brody was smiling in the dark and she had no idea. His heart beat a steady upward rhythm as his thumbs swept a slow path, climbing ever closer to the bulbous curve where her breasts arced up and away from her belly. He paused, savoring the moment, the smell of her, the gentle, needy sway of her lovely body towards his.

The stadium, bulls, money and all of his troubles fell away, his focus spiraling down to this small dark space, this single moment in time and the simple, un-sullied pleasure of touching another person. Such philosophical thoughts were usually beyond him, but the slow deliberation of her flesh was opening another part of his brain, a place usually shut down, hardened.

She took a deep breath and her breasts brushed over his knuckles. This time, they both sighed. He allowed his knuckles to drift north, his fingers finally trailing up and over her nipples. A small moan escaped her and for a moment he thought he could sense her restraint, allowing him to explore rather than leaning in to his hands.

He was under a spell.

Brody is in for the ride of his life, and his world will never be the same! Be sure to grab your copy of The Sound of Your Name for the release week price of 99¢!

Here’s where you can buy The Sound of Your Name right now:

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Thank you, Smutketeers for having me here today…Love and hugs to you all!!

ABOUT FELICE

Felice is a big fan of bluegrass and country music, and a lover of all things woodsy and romantic. She wears bad girl boots and is proud to say she was once mistaken for a roller derby queen.

Hold Me Together, the first Cameron Ranch story, was an Amazon #1 bestseller and Hot New Release. It has been described as a “danger to panties everywhere” (Herding Cats & Burning Soup) and “not for the faint of heart” (Fresh Fiction).

Her fiction debut, Take Me for Longing, has been an Amazon bestseller since its release in 2012 and her second title, It’s Just Sext, became an instant Amazon #1 bestseller. Felice lives, loves and frequently sends out naughty text messages from Silver Lake, California.

FACEBOOK: http://www.facebook.com/felicefox
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INSTAGRAM: http://www.instagram.com/felicefox

CONTEST

Ready to win something naughty and delicious? How about a digital copy of Hold Me Together, the first book in my Cameron Ranch series! To enter, tell me your favorite hiding place in the comments below. Winner will be selected at random and posted here tomorrow, so check back!

Afton Locke’s                         Jamaican Temptation!
by robinrotham on Nov 7th, 2014 4 Comments »

Jamaican Temptation ~ can you resist?

Thank you for hosting me today. I’m excited to interview Justin Lance, the hero of my latest release, Jamaican Temptation, a contemporary erotic romance. Can you resist?

Afton: Welcome, Justin. As a busy musician in Jamaica, how do you spend your free time?
Justin: When I’m not playing or practicing music, I try to be a good Rastafarian and volunteer at an orphanage. I also like to meditate on the beach and watch the ocean.

A: Very impressive! You probably have no time for women, yet you look so sexy with your sea-blue eyes and tug-me-now dreadlocks. That must frustrate them.
J: Women? What women? I didn’t really notice they existed until Kyra came along. I tried not to notice her either, but it’s impossible. She’s temptation with a capital T.

A: For the record, are you sexually active?
J: Uh, (picks up his guitar) do I have to answer that?
A: I’m afraid so. Readers want to know.
J: Well, that depends on how you define sex…
A: Maybe I should ask Kyra?
J: No! I can’t focus on my faith and jump into the sack at the same time. Let’s just say Kyra has pushed my boundaries a little.

A: Sounds hot. I hear you have a big secret. Care to ‘fess up?
J: I’m afraid not. Kyra doesn’t know either, and that’s the way I intend to keep it.

A: What’s the best way for a woman to seduce you?
J: I’m a generous guy, so if I’ve let her down, I’m willing to do almost anything it takes to make it up to her.
A: Almost anything, huh? Ladies, I think we just found the key to unlock those snug-fitting, faded jeans. Exactly how do you make it up to her?
J: I need to make her feel good. And when she feels good, I feel good… Why does feeling good have to be so bad?
A: Maybe it doesn’t. To read more about the good boy trying not to be bad, indulge yourself in a little Jamaican Temptation.

Jamaican Temptation

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00NPLBOHE
Stay tuned for reviews and more: http://www.aftonlocke.com/JamaicanTemptation.html
Watch the Book Trailer: http://youtu.be/OZsGGl8KUQk

Blurb:

Shopaholic Kyra Mays decides to shop for a rich man on her Jamaican vacation. Instead, she meets Justin Lance, a white reggae singer who’s nearly as poor as the orphans he devotes his life to helping. Overwhelmed by his magnetism, she decides to have a fling with him.

All that matters to Justin is being a perfect Rastafarian. He vows to avoid succumbing to temptation with the dark beauty at all costs. Unable to keep their hands off each other, they forge a bond that is just as emotional as physical as they explore their differences on the lush island of Jamaica. But Justin’s secret will put their ability to compromise through an impossible test.

Excerpt (explicit):

Jamaican Temptation – Copyright © Afton Locke, 2014

“So soft,” he whispered.

Almost, she thought, ready to swoon into the sea.

Her own hand drifted to his faded jeans, grasping a fistful of ragged cotton and swollen cock. He groaned again as his grip tightened on her body, pinching her nipple and thigh at the same time.

Within seconds, her pussy was wet enough to sink the boat. No longer caring who made the first move, she pulled the hand on her leg higher so he could discover how wet her panties were.

“I want you, Justin.” Her voice sounded even huskier than his.

A visible tremor passed through his body. Had he ejaculated in his jeans? The thought made her labia clench with a tiny tremor of their own.

“We can’t,” he murmured, dropping his hands. “We can’t do this, Kyra.”

She sat up straight. “I know you want it as much as I do.”

He nodded, staring out to sea with an agonized expression on his face. “I do.”

Then what’s the problem? She suspected it had something to do with his spirituality. Were Rastafarians celibate? She didn’t remember reading anything about that.

“I’m only going to be in Jamaica for a short time,” she hinted.

Did she really sound like such a desperate slut? Nana, her grandmother, hadn’t raised her to spread her legs for a man she’d just met. He was no ordinary man, either. Devon had pursued her body with single-minded determination. She’d put him off for a while to make sure he got hooked first and wanted a relationship. Those were the only rules she understood.

She straightened her dress. “Let me get this straight. You don’t have sex, ever?”

The corner of his mouth quirked as his gaze dropped. “I’m not a virgin. I simply can’t have sex with you.”

Her legs slid off his. “Because I’m black?” she asked quickly.

“No,” he said, piercing her with his gaze. “Because my faith is very important to me, and I need to focus only on it right now.”

“I respect that.” She didn’t have to like it, though.

“Why did you have to come? Why?” He shook his head and rubbed his forehead hard enough to peel the skin off. “You’re Babylonian temptation, and I’m afraid I’m not strong enough to fight it.”

There was that word again, Babylon. It sounded familiar. Maybe she’d read it in that Rasta stuff, but she couldn’t remember what it meant.

She shook her head, too. “Justin, you’re not making any sense.”

He clasped her hand. “According to the Rasta faith, Babylon is everything that’s wrong with the world.”

“Thanks a lot.”

Kyra snatched her hand away, frowning at the physical magnetism that still wouldn’t quit. He made less sense with each word he said, and she was sure he’d insulted her, too. What a weirdo!

“I didn’t mean it that way. Babylon is capitalism, greed, hypocrisy, and more.”

And she’d told him how much she loved to shop….

“It sounds personal.”

“It is.” He didn’t say why, and she really didn’t want to know.

She lurched to her feet, sending the boat’s stern into a wild gyration. “We have nothing in common. I could have told you that in the beginning instead of wasting the evening.”

“I’m sorry. Please don’t leave.” He took her hand again, his face filled with remorse. “I need you. You’re my…my final test.”

Coming Soon

Alpha in Disguise – Decadent Publishing – Black Hills Wolves – paranormal

Deeper Than Perfect – Musa Publishing – time-travel

Where readers can find me

Web site: https://www.aftonlocke.com
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/AftonLockeAuthor
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Contest!

Win an e-book copy of Under Holly’s Stockings, a hot holiday romp. To be eligible:

1) Answer this in a comment: Have you ever known a hot guy who was hard to get like Justin? Describe him.
2) Join my newsletter (see link above)
3) Follow me on Twitter (see link above)
(Please include your email address and Twitter name. I’d also appreciate Facebook likes!)

The tour winner will be announced here on November 11th.

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November Invitation to Eden Giveaway with Joey, Lauren and RG!!
by R.G. Alexander on Nov 3rd, 2014 53 Comments »

Let’s Talk About Some November Invitation to Eden Releases!

Falling or Flying by R.G. Alexander

FallingOrFlying_200x300NYTThere are two things I wanted to talk about today: my heroine Joely in my Invitation to Eden offering, FALLING OR FLYING, and how fantastic it’s been to be amongst such a wonderful group of authors in the Eden collective this year.

Joely is the pilot for the island, flying VIPs and new employees in and out of Eden. She knows everyone and everything that goes on, plays her part when she’s needed and she’s one of the few people that sees the isolated Master on a regular basis. But she is more than she appears. She has abilities that the island only seems to enhance, visions she tries to ignore and a past full of dark secrets that she can never share. But the island knows.

Before it was a sexual fantasy playground, before the castle and the dungeon and those blasted invitations, Joely was there. A chance meeting at an airfield with a man she’d never met but sensed she knew, a man whose pain ran as deep as her own, brought her to Eden before the island had a name. The Master became her confidant and gave her a purpose, and the island claimed her for its own—offering her a home and a place to hide and heal and use her gifts to help others as they sought their heart’s desire.

When she finds an invitation in her plane addressed to her she refuses to accept it, believing the Master responsible. He swears he isn’t, that he’s at as much of a loss as she is, but he is the only one capable of creating the invitations and the timing is too convenient. A regular visitor to the island is returning. Someone Joely has seen in her dreams more than she would like to admit. Someone who has made his interest in her clear.

Joely isn’t looking for a new fantasy. She believed the security of the life she has on Eden was her fantasy. But the island can be stubborn and creative. The island can be dangerous… And it doesn’t seem to want to take no for an answer.

Joely has been in a number of the Invitation to Eden stories that have been coming out every month since March 2014. Ever since Lauren Hawkeye and I started discussing The Master and Joely for the prequel, I’ve been so excited to get the chance to write her story!

I’m honored to be connected with all the authors in this series, and I’m over the moon to share November with people like Lauren and Joey W. Hill! It’s very fulfilling to be able to share one world, in this case one island, with other authors. I’m moderately communal *G* And I love that it gives the reader a chance to explore Eden from every angle as they learn about new characters and meet old friends.

I hope you enjoy Joely as much as I do.

Look for her story on November 18th!

 

22584489Master of Pleasure by Lauren Jameson
I’m super excited to bring readers the Master’s story in the Invitation to Eden series. When all of the participating authors were bouncing around ideas for this series, we joked about having a “Master”, like on the television show Fantasy Island. But that quickly had us thinking– well, why not? Someone has to run the show, right? The other authors might take this moment to joke that it’s a nice parallel since I’m the bossy one in the group! But being serious, the more I thought about the Master, the more I knew I wanted to write his story.

Theodosius Vardalos (the Master) has a story that is told in two parts. The first, Master of the Island, is the free prequel short story in the Invitation to Eden series. This was written because I wanted to show readers how the island came to be, and how Theo and his sidekick Joely came to be there. And let’s address that elephant in the room right now… nope, Theo and Joely are not going to get together. They mean the world to each other, but they’re meant for other people. And you got a sneak peek at Theo’s heroine at the end of the prequel!

I got some very upset emails after that prequel. People wanted the Master and Joely to be together. They didn’t want him to be with a perfect little submissive. I’m here to tell you… Noelle Davis is anything but! I created her character with several things in mind…

I needed a heroine with enough balls to get herself to the island uninvited– and to stick around when reclusive Theo tries to ship her off. I needed someone who would stay even when he recognized her from the vision and got a freaky-deaky weird. I needed someone who would remain once Theo uses his kinks and his need for control as a way to drive her away.

And she’s got her own character arc too, of course. You just won’t get to see it until the book comes out ;)

I can’t wait to share Master of Pleasure with everyone. Conceiving and working on the Invitation to Eden series has been a wonderfully fulfilling experience, and though I’ll be sad to see it come to an end in December, I suspect I’ll revisit it when I ened a creative jolt.

After all, the island always knows just what you need!

Coming with Joely’s story November 18th!

 

ElusiveHero_draftElusive Hero by Joey W. Hill

*OUT TODAY!!*
Most series with fantasy elements have at least a few “unbreakable” rules and parameters. For instance, in my Vampire Queen series world, all vampires are sexual Dominants. They can’t help themselves. It’s chemical, genetic, medical, choose your term. A vampire’s primary reason for having a human servant–beyond a convenient blood source–is dominating and driving them to insane levels of sexual pleasure.

Before you ask “where can I sign up?!”, there are some drawbacks. Vampires consider themselves unquestionably superior to humans. A servant is the vampire’s property, to do whatever he or she desires to do to that servant. Which actually often works out better than expected because, while vampires don’t like to talk about it much, their human servant is the most intimate relationship they ever have with another humanoid, since vampires are violently political with one another.

I love writing my vampire-servant relationships with the Dom/sub dynamic. However, after writing nearly a dozen books in this series, I had a wild thought. What would happen if there was a vampire who longed to be a submissive? And what if she fantasized about submitting to a human Dom, not a vampire one?

Rather than prudently pushing that idea aside, it captured my imagination. Around that time, I was invited to participate in the Invitation to Eden series. Going a little bit off the usual rails with a series is usually more acceptable if you’re doing it as a side trip for another series (wink). Though I consider Elusive Hero part of the Vampire Queen series as well, I love that Kaela’s secret fantasy fits so well with the Eden resort motto: “where reality is whatever you wish it to be.”
Here’s a little teaser clip to give you an idea of what our vampire heroine Lady Kaela experiences the first time she meets Garron, her “elusive hero”. He’s a human who might just have what it takes to dominate a vampire…if he survives the attempt.
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Joey’s Excerpt

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He extended his hand. “Want to try this again?”
This time she went along with it, placing her hand in his grip. As soon as it closed over her fingers, that tremor she usually contained so well ran from the point of contact up her arm and down her side, making her left breast and hip bone tingle, the sensation curving under the crease of her buttock to arrow between her legs, as if the contact had set off a string of electric impulses.
His thumb ran over her knuckles, an intimate caress, a reassurance. Kaela closed her eyes, absorbing that touch, even as she took another step closer into the shadow of his body. When was the last time a single touch had brought her a feeling of…sanctuary?
There were a few male vampires who had his size and breadth, but none of them felt as large as he did. She thought of what the porter had called him so unkindly–“Master Frankenstein”–but she thought of it as a compliment. In the human world, her kind were mostly considered monsters, too.
“All right?” There was a stilted note to his voice, the words formed like bold script, each one a stamp on the air between them, no room for misinterpretation. When she opened her eyes, looked into his face, he was looking at her as if he intended to lean in even closer, take a detailed accounting of her every feature.
Her pulse beating high in her throat, she laid her free hand on his chest to ground herself. She was used to touching humans when she desired to do so, and Vardalos had said blood would be provided for her when she landed. So this must be dinner. Something held her back from the assumption, though, despite the growing hunger. His heartbeat was steady and strong beneath her hand. He laid his over it, a quelling gesture.
“I’m Garron Rand,” he said. “I’ll take you to your room now. I’m in charge of your care while you’re here.”
Tucking her hand into his elbow, he led her off the docks. A cobbled main road lined with graceful trees and island foliage led up to the castle, but he turned off onto a narrower, less manicured path carpeted only with pine needles and marked with round pavers. While she was as graceful as all vampires were, the thin heels of her shoes weren’t made for the uneven terrain. He stopped, glanced down.
“Take them off, my lady.”
He was soft-spoken about it, but the direct command stirred her. She could break his hand, all five fingers, with nothing but a squeeze of her own, yet the words that sprang to her lips, a demand that he at least say please, died before that look.
He’d addressed her as “my lady”. There was an intriguing difference to the way he said it. She couldn’t exactly place what that difference was, but it wasn’t disrespectful.
Thinking about that, she took off her shoes. He held one of her hands, steadying her. Not really necessary, but she accepted the pleasure of absorbing the strength in that grip.
“If you stay on the pavers, nothing should hurt your feet.”
Removing her shoes from her grasp, he looped the straps over his wrist before taking her elbow and guiding her onward. The foliage here was close enough to caress her skin, the stiff tickle of ferns, light-as-feather fronds from tall decorative grasses. She could smell the sea air, but mixed with it were interior scents, dark jungles, lush green places, fresh water sources. Stone. Because of the castle, she scented a lot of stone. Castles had dungeons where all sorts of torments could happen. Delicious torments.
She could hear the blood beating in his throat and made herself think of other things. Time to cut through the air of mystery and put this on normal footing. “So you’re my personal concierge. You don’t look like that’s your usual job here.”
“You’d be surprised.” The side of his mouth quirked, which pulled at the corner of his eye in an intriguing way against the resistance of the scar across his face. She expected others found it macabre, but it increased the intensity of his focus, the flash in the affected eye. “I started as a bell guy and know most of the jobs here, so I still pitch in wherever needed when we’re short-handed or busier than usual.”
“This doesn’t look like the type of place that Mr. Vardalos allows to be short-handed.”
“No, that’s true. But staff members occasionally take a vacation.”
“What do you do when you’re not ‘pitching in’?”
“Security, part time bouncer at a couple of the clubs. With my looks and training, that’s easy work.” He said it matter-of-factly. “The rest of the time I’m one of the staff Masters at Club Sin.”
“Oh. So I’m paying for your services as a Dom.”
The thrill of confirming what was obvious about him came with an irrational feeling of disappointment. Theodosius ran a resort that excelled at giving people exceptional vacation experiences, commensurate with what she could pay. Rand was probably a fantastic Dom, so she should look forward to seeing how her money would be spent. How he could serve her needs.
“No, my lady.” Garron stopped, retaining her hand as he turned toward her. “When Mr. Vardalos told me you were coming, I told him I wanted you, and cashed in ten vacation days. While you’re here, I’m off the clock.”
She stared up at him. “You–and he–assumed I would accept that?”
“No, my lady. You’ll decide what control you relinquish. I’ll decide how to handle that.”
A cryptic statement, but the hard-to-read expression made her feel like most of the decisions rested in his hands.
“So what exactly have I paid for?”
His lips quirked again. “An expensive resort vacation on the exclusive, invitation-only Eden resort.”
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If you’d like a full Chapter One excerpt from the book, you can visit the Elusive Hero page on my website here. On the JWH Connection fan forum, I’ve also posted an exclusive full Chapter Two excerpt. The clip above comes from that chapter. If you’re interested in reading it, forum access info is at – www.storywitch.com/community. The second Chapter is under the Excerpts section of the forum.

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GIVEAWAYS -

We’re so excited about our November releases, we want to give stuff away, and that’s never a bad thing, is it? We have FOUR giveaways for people who leave an inspiring comment. It can be a question, the cure to cancer, a quick way to clean chocolate fingerprints off a keyboard, or your latest observation about navel lint. In short, we’re easy, so have fun with it.
Two randomly chosen winners will get a little gift swag pack plus a free book. Rachel will choose one of those and Joey will choose the other, so of course the book you’d be getting is whatever that particular author has to offer.

Then we’ll give away TWO $50 Amazon Gift Certificates! We’ll choose the winners after November 7. So leave us an interesting comment or question. We love to be entertained!

 

And make sure you sign up for our FB party on the 12th and 13th for more fun and prizes!!

NOVEMBER INVITATION TO EDEN PARTY

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WINNERS

JOEY’S GIVEAWAY WINNERS –

Michelle Ahrens, you are my swag pack/free book winner!

And Jamie L you are my $50 Amazon GC winner!

If you both will email me at storywitch@storywitch.com, I’ll coordinate getting your prizes to you. And don’t worry if you email me tonight or Sunday and don’t immediately hear from me. I have guests here this weekend but will be back on email regularly on Monday.

Congratulations and thank you ALL so much for spending the past few days with us. I’ve enjoyed all the comments, discussions and fun. Hope you all enjoy our three Eden contributions, and the rest of the Eden stories, past and future. One more month to go!

 

RG’s GIVEAWAY WINNERS–

Allison H you are my free books winner (3 of your choice from my backlist!)

Ginger Robertson you are my $50 Amazon GC Winner!

email me at @r.g.alexander@hotmail.com

Eden’s ROGUE Winner!
by edenbradley on Nov 3rd, 2014 3 Comments »

~Better late than never…?

So sorry, folks-I’ve asked our lovely assistant Sheri to help me keep on top of things when I’m bogged down in deadlines, so I should be better about my follow up-BAD Smutketeer! (Does this mean I get spanked???).

Anyway…here’s my winner from my ROGUE Re-release contest! The winner of: the prize pack including a $25.00 Amazon Gift Card, winners choice of any 2 of my Midnight Playground books (ROGUE excluded), plus an e-copy of my BDSM book PLEASURE’S EDGE ~and~ these gorgeous earrings is…

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~~~~~~~Lisa George!~~~~~

Congrats! Email me: eden_bradley@yahoo.com with ‘Smutketeers ROGUE winner’ in the subject line if you don’t hear from me first and I’ll get your prizes to you ASAP-I promise! Yayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy, Lisa!

Thanks to everyone for playing along! Be sure to stay tuned for more awesome giveaways and guest authors coming right up-PLUS our amazing yearly 12 Days of Xmas in December!

ROGUE is Here!
by edenbradley on Oct 21st, 2014 26 Comments »

Watch out-Eden’s writing her dirty vampires again!

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Eden: If you’ve known me for any length of time you *know* how much I adore my vampires! My Midnight Playground series is different from anything else I write. It’s what I do when I need to hit the writerly ‘reset button’. It always energizes me, inspires me…and with ROGUE I was inspired to write some very dirty, hard-core scenes! They’re vampires, after all, and they can physically take things a human couldn’t survive-which makes for some very interesting kink! My favorite kind. And this is the very first male/male story I’ve written. I’ve done m/f, m/m/f menage, m/m/m/m/f…. So this combination was the only one not checked off my bucket list. So hang onto your panties as we take a peek at my latest  vampire, Rogue, and the  dark near-future Europe where he lives…er…sort of…

Europe, 2069

The anti-monarchy riots in London in 2040 began a downhill course for the rest of Europe, and bit by bit, most of the world. Brought on by a gradual, unrelenting financial collapse, the democratic governments who stepped in did no better—roads were left in disrepair, city services ceased to exist, and the world’s governments were nothing more than understaffed military squadrons unprepared to deal with the anger and fear of the people. Soon the streets of every major city were torn by gunfire, bombings and general chaos. A perfect time for the vampires to step out of the shadows.

They had remained hidden for centuries, gathering strength, wealth, knowledge and power. They have established their presence by buying up many of the world’s most treasured and beautiful properties, and in many of these the Vampire Council has established the Midnight Playground clubs. These elite clubs are their dens of iniquity, where they can pursue their nearly unquenchable thirst for blood and sex. Where those humans lucky enough to be admitted might be chosen as partners in their pursuit of pleasure and pain. Where they may be offered the Seeking Kiss, when the vampires drink their blood, or the even more sought-after Turning Kiss, in which a vampire might offer them the gift of immortality.

These select humans have come to worship the dark and exquisite vampires. In a world which offers little hope, the Midnight Playground clubs are one of the few remaining arenas of beauty and hold the intriguing, distant glimmer of a perfect future.

But the vampires are far from perfect themselves…

The Council has an established set of rules, one of which is that any vampire who Turns another must teach their dark children how to survive, how to feed, how to flourish. Those who violate the Council’s rule are called rogues, and some of their crimes are punishable by death. Vampires may call themselves ‘immortal’ and their bodies have that capacity—but they can die. They breathe the air, just as humans do, and can therefore be smothered to death or drowned by any strong enough to do it. They can literally be torn apart by a vampire who is older and stronger. And in the case of those who have lived too long, who feel the weight of too many centuries, suicide is also a possibility.

The vampires, having lived for so long, are often tragic figures–and some have been known to lose their hold on sanity. You can see more of what this entails by reading the prequel to my Midnight Playground series, Ever: The Turning-free now on ARe, Smashwords and B&N, and coming soon to Amazon!

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The penalty for his crimes is pain…and pleasure.

Madrid, 2069

He is Rogue.

He has known no other life, no other name. Turned at the tender age of nineteen on the dark streets of London, he wanders Europe, angry and rebellious, haunted by the crime that has followed him for over a century. Always alone.

He is Ramsey.

Member of the Vampire Council, all he has are his memories of dazzling grief and unrelenting pain—his only respite is blood and sex. Until a young rogue vampire poaches in his territory…

Inexorably drawn to each other, the head of Madrid’s Midnight Playground and the rebel from nowhere will find passion in each other’s arms—and discover a dangerous secret that could irrevocably change both their worlds.

This book has been previously published and has been revised and expanded from its original release.

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EXCERPT (WARNING! Dirty stuff ahead!):

Ramsey sat on the velvet sofa, all stark, raw male beauty, a contrast against the elegant delicacy of the furniture. Not that Ramsey himself wasn’t elegant—he was as elegant as he was primal. It was a combination that made Rogue’s blood heat in a way it never had before.

He commanded his cock to calm as he followed Ramsey’s imperial gesture and sat next to him. Ramsey filled fresh glasses from the decanter and drank deeply. Rogue sipped, the liquid still strange on his tongue.

Finally he asked, “So, is it your habit to drink your wine in silence? Or was there something you wanted to talk with me about?”

“I want to know more about you, Rogue.”

“Such as…?”

“Such as where you come from.”

“All over.”

Ramsey’s hand shot out and gripped the back of Rogue’s neck, squeezing just hard enough to hurt. To command. He hated that he felt commanded by his touch. But it was undeniable. Undeniable and arousing. He loved it.

“Do not play with me, Rogue. You will answer my questions.”

He shrugged. “Fine. Ask.”

“Tell me where you came from,” Ramsey repeated. “You are obviously English. Where were you made?”

He nodded. That, at least he could answer. “London.”

Ramsey let his hand slip away. “And after your Turning?”

“I’ve been traveling for years. France, Berlin, Prague, Rome.”

Ramsey’s piercing green gaze narrowed. “All of the cities you’ve named hold a Midnight Playground club. Clubs whose security has been breached.”

Rogue nodded carefully. “Yes, though I haven’t made it to Amsterdam.”

“Is there some reason why?”

“It was to be next on my list.”

“Which you tell me without hesitation.”

“Why shouldn’t I? You’ve caught me slinking about like the creature of the night I am. You knew right away I am the rogue you seek, that I was not here as a member of your club. I don’t belong to any of the clubs.”

“And why not? It seems you gravitate to them with suspicious frequency, so something about these places draws you.”

Rogue shrugged one shoulder carelessly. “They are a source for mischief, entertainment, nothing more. And I don’t like authority.”

“Don’t you?” Ramsey asked, heat burning in his gaze. “You liked it well enough as I held you down and shoved my cock in your ass.”

He laughed. “Sex is another matter entirely, isn’t it? Being overpowered…that’s the novelty for our kind. So novel it’s liberating. Don’t tell me you don’t love it when an older vampire takes you, Ramsey, owner of this place or not. We are vampires. We do not discriminate when it comes to sex, other than that our lovers be beautiful.”

“True enough. But if you had any ideas about fucking me—”

“Of course not. Not unless you chose to allow it.” He smiled slowly, his fangs nicking his bottom lip. “You might at some point, you know. It’s happened before.” He leaned toward the older vampire, his elbows resting on his bare knees, lowering his voice. “I’ve fucked older, more powerful vampires than you, Ramsey. They have gone down on their knees or spread their legs to have me ravage them, males and females alike.” He sat back. “I’m told I have my charms.”

Ramsey rose to his feet, standing before him, his long, hard cock inches from Rogue’s mouth. “Show me your charms now, young one,” he commanded, grabbing a fistful of Rogue’s hair.

Rogue licked his lips, eyeing the gorgeous shaft of flesh. “Gladly.”

He would have said more but Ramsey shoved his cock between his lips.

Rogue moaned as his mouth was filled with succulent cock. He let his tongue circle the head before swallowing the entire length of the shaft.

“Suck,” Ramsey demanded.

He obliged, sucking hard, the head of Ramsey’s thick cock hitting the back of his throat. He wrapped his hand around the base, using it to try to control the surging in and out, but Ramsey’s hand fisted tightly in his hair as he began to fuck his mouth in vicious strokes, only slowing when Rogue’s fangs tore at his flesh.

“Don’t you dare bite me.”

But he wouldn’t have tried. He didn’t want to ruin this—the older vampire’s gorgeously swollen cock between his lips… It was too good. And he knew perfectly well Ramsey was twice as strong as he was. He gloried in that idea as he sucked him, as Ramsey began to groan with pleasure.

Rogue’s own cock was hard as steel, pulsing with need. He reached down and began to stroke himself, his hips moving in rhythm with the punishing pace the older vampire had set. Pleasure was a tight coil in his belly, in his balls.

Oh yes…

Ramsey plunged, faster and faster, his hand holding Rogue’s head in place. He was choking, barely able to breathe. He loved every moment of it—the act of handing himself over to this kind of power, even as Ramsey grew weaker with pleasure as his climax neared. And Rogue was working his own cock with his hand, arching into his fist.

He felt Ramsey’s cock pulse against his tongue before the vampire bucked his hips, crying out as he came. He drank it down, that lovely vampire come tinged with the metallic taste of blood—all he would get from him for now. That earthy flavor had his own cock pulsing into his palm, pleasure white hot against his cool, preternatural hand.

Ramsey’s cock was still choking him. He groaned around it, the groan turning into a growl as his orgasm ripped through him.

He was still shivering with it as he licked the older vampire’s shaft clean, pausing to swirl his tongue at the head.

Ramsey released his head with a rough shove and stepped back so abruptly it took Rogue a moment to get his bearings.

“I’m going to my office now.” He turned his back to Rogue and strode toward a pair of doors on one side of the chamber. He lifted one arm high in the air, making a graceful gesture with his hand, the muscles in his elegant back rippling. He called out, “Julian! Take him away. And call the Council.”

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One lucky winner will receive a prize pack from me, including a $25.00 Amazon Gift Card, winners choice of any 2 of my Midnight Playground books (ROGUE excluded), plus an e-copy of my BDSM book PLEASURE’S EDGE ~and~ these gorgeous earrings! To enter please follow this link to the Rafflecopter.

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A look at the book that started it all...THE SEEKING KISS, Book One in the Midnight Playground series…

Two vampires, one woman, an eternity of love and desire…if only she’s strong enough…

London 2069
For as long as Nissa has known about Midnight Playground, the most exclusive of a world-wide network of vampire sex clubs, she has yearned to gain entrance—and to become one of them. Orphaned and alone from a young age, she has nothing to lose and nothing to stop her from indulging in her darkest fantasies.

Hex and his maker, Aleron, have enjoyed many play partners at the club and have often shared in the euphoria of the Seeking Kiss, that sensual blood exchange between vampires and their lovers. But Nissa’s beauty, intelligence and strength is a siren call he can’t resist.. His desire for her and her willingness to let herself be drawn by their mental pull compels Hex to consider offering to her something he’s never given another mortal– the treasured Turning Kiss.

The beautiful vampire pair entice Nissa into an intimate sexual realm beyond her wildest dreams—and she revels in it. But when she finds herself falling for one of the powerful duo, it could mean the end of her deepest fantasies. Or a new beginning she never dared to imagine…

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 EXCERPT (WARNING: More X-Rated stuff!):

Her mind was emptying out. Too much sensation going on to think. Too much of her most treasured fantasies come to life. Was this really happening?

But the tall one pulled out, stepped away from his partner, reached out and took her hand. His skin was hard and cool on the surface, with a strange sort of warmth lurking beneath. He drew her in, and the dark one came to stand behind her, his arms coming around her body. They began to undress her, and it was as though it was all happening in a dream. Except that it was real and she was wide awake, and she knew it. Fantastic.

The tall one stroked her exposed flesh—her collarbone, the top of her breast, and her nipples hardened until they hurt. And all the time she was aware of the dark one’s hands on her waist, holding her up, holding her tight to them both. His flesh was a bit softer than the other’s, in a way that was difficult to explain, even to herself. So, so beautiful, both of them, and she thought she’d die if they didn’t kiss her soon.

“Soon enough,” the blond whispered to her, his voice tinged with a French accent.

She heard his name in her head, like some distant sort of echo. Aleron. And then the other, the tone gentler, full of smoke, and she’d known his voice would sound just like that. Hex.

Their hands were everywhere at once then, stroking her thighs, her stomach, her breasts, the small of her back. Their mouths followed, their lips surprisingly warm as Aleron lifted her arm and trailed kisses down that sensitive skin on the inside of her forearm, Hex kissing her back. Small, fleeting kisses, too fleeting. Pleasure like fire skittering over her skin, making her tremble. Her pussy was soaked, throbbing. Needing.

“We hear you,” Aleron told her quietly.

Hex took her then, turning her in his arms so that she faced him. The masculine beauty of his face was staggering, his eyes so dark they were nearly as black as his hair, with shots of whiskey and amber lighting them, and unbelievably long lashes. His mouth was ripe, the tips of his eyeteeth resting on that lush flesh. She swallowed, unable to speak, to think. He smiled at her, and his smile was like pleasure itself, working its way deep inside her body.

“We know you, Nissa,” he said, his voice that low, husky whisper she’d known it would be. “We know you, and we are here to give you what you need. What you desire. You want us, yes?”

She nodded her head, her throat dry, and it was several moments before she was able to speak. “Yes. Yes…”

“And we want you. Beautiful Nissa. Beautiful girl.”

She shivered once more, his words, his voice, almost as lovely as his touch. Then he did touch her, his hands gathering her bare breasts, kneading them gently, then a bit harder. And she leaned into him, sighing with pleasure as he took her nipples between his fingers, pinching, twisting. Oh yes, pleasure and pain and the exquisite knowledge of what they were. Vampires. Immortal. And she had some sense of the eternity of their existence, as though they fed her a bit of it, along with the ghostly sensations of what each of them was feeling.

She blinked, found them both staring at her face—blazing blue eyes and hot liquid brown. Aleron gave the slightest nod of his chin before slipping back behind her, his hard body pressed against her spine, like sun-warmed stone. Hex smiled before lowering his face to hers and kissing her.

God, his lips, like nothing she’d ever felt before in her life. Hard and soft, yielding yet unyielding. Then his tongue, as hot and silky as any human’s, yet sweeter, more pure, somehow, pushing its way between her lips, twining with her tongue.

Love him already…

And the pleasure pushing its way into her body in long, undulating shivers of desire. She was lost in the kiss, in him.

Hex.

Aleron put his hands on her once more, stroking her hips, her thighs, impossible feather-light strokes. She’d never imagined one of them could be so gentle. And her sex was lighting up with need, wet and hurting.

When Hex pulled away to look into her eyes once more with that riveting gaze, she whispered, “Please touch me.”

Hex’s hands came down to cover Aleron’s, and together they slipped their palms between her thighs, four sets of fingers brushing the curls there, the swollen lips.

“Ohhh…”

She could hardly believe this was happening.

Don’t think. Just feel.

“Ah, so wet for us,” Aleron whispered into her hair.

“Yes…”

She arched her hips into their touch, but they pulled away.

“Not yet, not like this,” Aleron said. “I want her on the bed. I want her open to us completely.”

They guided her, helped her climb onto the high, velvet-covered bed, laid her out on her back. They stood, one on each side of the bed, and she was trembling all over.

Need you. Please.

Aleron’s voice was so low she had to strain to hear him. “Yes, Nissa. You shall have us both. And we shall have you. With our hands. With our mouths. With our cocks. And with our teeth. We will drink from you. You will have the Seeking Kiss tonight.”

She was shaking so hard she could barely hold still. This was what she’d wanted for so long. And it was happening. Her mind was a tangle of need, sharpened by an edge of fear. What would it really be like, to have them drink from her?

“You are about to find out, beautiful Nissa,” Hex told her. His eyes were glowing amber in the dim light, and she felt some of his power in his gaze. Not as strong as Aleron’s, but it was there, palpable.

“Yes,” Aleron said, “I am older than he is, by centuries. And the Kiss will be different with each of us. But you will love it. You will drown in it a little. But we will care for you. You have nothing to fear.”

Their hands were on her then once more, long strokes down the length of her body: her shoulders, her breasts, her stomach and the sensitive skin on the inside of her wrists, until she thought she might die simply from needing them to really touch her.

“Please…” she begged.

A small laugh from Aleron. “Ah, she grows impatient.”

And before she had a chance to think, his hand was between her thighs, his fingers pushing into her needy pussy.

“Oh!”

Pleasure like a knife, that keen, that sharp, stabbing into her body. Her back arched, she came up off the bed, but Hex was there, holding her down, his hands warm and solid on her hip and shoulder, grounding her somehow.

“Hex… I need you… I need you to kiss me.”

He smiled, his teeth a stunning flash of white, the long canines glinting. Then he lowered his head, his mouth pressing to hers. And his tongue sliding into her mouth, all soft and hot, was like Aleron’s fingers working inside her, pushing, pushing, into her pussy, into her mouth. She was writhing on the bed, her body on that lovely edge already. Her mind was spinning.

Hands held her down, pressing onto her belly, her breasts, her thighs, as the first wave hit her. And Hex’s tongue in her mouth, Aleron’s fingers deep in her sex, pumping, thrusting, until she couldn’t take it any longer.

She cried out as she came, pure ecstasy shimmering through her in glass-sharp waves. Pleasure rose, higher and higher, her body, her mind, filling with nothing but sensation, coursing through her, taking her over. She was yelling, out of control. Lost.

When she opened her eyes she was in Hex’s arms, half lying in his lap as he sat behind her on the bed. She could feel the flawless surface of his chest and stomach against her back, his bare skin an absolute epiphany against hers. Lovely.

Aleron still stood, smiling down at her.

“That was beautiful, Nissa. You are beautiful. But the night just begins.”

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I hope you enjoy my beautiful vampires…’tis the season!

~Eden

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Release: Heidi Cullinan’s Fever Pitch!
by robinrotham on Sep 30th, 2014 9 Comments »

Welcome, smut-lovers! Today we’re thrilled silly to host one of our favorite LGBT authors, Heidi Cullinan, and her latest release, Fever Pitch. Keep reading for a sneak peak at the book and your chance to win! (Oopsies! I was so excited about this release, I accidentally published Heidi’s post immediately instead of scheduling it for Wednesday, when she’s supposed to be here. :D Sorry, Heidi!)

Thanks, Smutketeers, for having me! I’m here today to celebrate my most recent release, Fever Pitch, and give away both Love Lessons series books.

The Love Lessons series are new adult LGBT contemporary romance novels set at various colleges within the American Midwest. While Love Lessons and Fever Pitch feature gay protagonists, subsequent novels will include lesbian, bisexual, transgender, and heterosexual heroes and heroines.

The heat level for these stories is a little sweeter than Heidi’s erotic romances, which has a tendency to make the sexual tension ratchet off the charts. Here’s a little sampling of some of that tension cutting loose in Fever Pitch.

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Excerpt:

As hesitant and sweet as the first one had been, this kiss was raw and wild, curling Giles’s toes. This wasn’t some fumbly gosh-I-never kiss. This was someone who knew exactly what he wanted. Gone was the slick, sarcastic guy from the laundry room—this Aaron was sweet, slightly clumsy and ready to go. They rolled across the blanket, tearing at each other, dueling with their tongues and teeth.

Giles landed firmly on top and pinned Aaron with his thighs, cupping Aaron’s face and diving deep into that hot mouth.

With a shiver and a soft cry, Aaron stopped fighting, digging his fingers into Giles’s back as he let his legs fall open.

God yes. Taking firm grip of Aaron’s hair, Giles thrust harder.

They were so hot and fast they almost came like that, Aaron gasping as he pushed up and up and up. Giles worried he was too rough, but the more he tugged that pretty hair, the more Aaron came apart.

I want him in my mouth.

Breaking the kiss, Giles nipped his way down Aaron’s chin and neck, dragging his mouth over to the pert nipple and lightly taking it between his teeth through the fabric.

Aaron cried out, arched and crushed Giles’s face tighter to him.

Giles nursed through the shirt until the fabric was hot and soaked with saliva, until the nipple was a hypersensitized rock and Aaron was so far gone he’d have spread himself for the football team. His whole body flooding with the rush of power he’d stumbled into, Giles pushed up Aaron’s shirt and kissed his way down the center of Aaron’s body, lingering over the quivering belly, smiling as he undid the fastening of Aaron’s jeans before tugging the denim over those slender hips to reveal his prize.

Aaron’s cock thrust at Giles’s neck as he nuzzled it and lifted his head to take inventory: cut, nice-sized, not too big, not too little, not too long. He teased the tip, running his tongue along the slit and chuckling as Aaron yelped and jerked against him.

“S-sorry.”

“Don’t be.” Giles drew the whole glans into his mouth before licking the thick vein. He smiled around his mouthful as he watched Aaron buckle off his elbows, gasping and trying to part knees trapped by his jeans.

Ohgod.” Aaron gasped as Giles sucked him deep and slid those jeans all the way down to his ankles. The next time Aaron opened his legs, his knees fell easily apart.

Giles knelt between them, hefting Aaron’s slightly furry ass in his hands, nuzzling the hot cleft with his thumbs as he parted it. So responsive. So much so Giles’s conscience began to prick at him, reminding him it wasn’t usual for his straight-boy tricks to let him push the tip of his thumb into their asses.

Lifting off Aaron’s cock, he gazed across the heaving body he pleasured. “Are you too drunk? Should I not be doing this?”

Aaron gave him a crazed, furious glance and rammed his cock into Giles’s cheek.

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Giveaway:

I’ll be giving away electronic copies of Love Lessons and Fever Pitch to a commenter on this post*, announced Thursday night here on Smutkeeters. Also, check out my grand prize raffle ending October 13 for three more chances to win, as well as the rest of the blog tour!

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Fever Pitch

Sometimes you have to play love by ear.

Aaron Seavers is a pathetic mess, and he knows it. He lives in terror of incurring his father’s wrath and disappointing his mother, and he can’t stop dithering about where to go to college—with fall term only weeks away. Ditched by a friend at a miserable summer farewell party, all he can do is get drunk in the laundry room and regret he was ever born. Until a geeky-cute classmate lifts his spirits, leaving him confident of two things: his sexual orientation, and where he’s headed to school.

Giles Mulder can’t wait to get the hell out of Oak Grove, Minnesota, and off to college, where he plans to play his violin and figure out what he wants to be when he grows up. But when Aaron appears on campus, memories of hometown hazing threaten what he’d hoped would be his haven. As the semester wears on, their attraction crescendos from double-cautious to a rich, swelling chord. But if more than one set of controlling parents have their way, the music of their love could come to a shattering end.

Warning: Contains showmances, bad parenting, Walter Lucas, and a cappella.

Buy links: Amazon, Amazon UK, Barnes & Noble, Kobo, Google Play, iTunes

Book Page for Love Lessons

(book one in the series)

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Heidi Cullinan has always loved a good love story, provided it has a happy ending. She enjoys writing across many genres but loves above all to write happy, romantic endings for LGBT characters because there just aren’t enough of those stories out there. When Heidi isn’t writing, she enjoys cooking, reading, knitting, listening to music, and watching television with her husband and ten-year-old daughter. Heidi is a vocal advocate for LGBT rights and is proud to be from the first Midwestern state with full marriage equality. Find out more about Heidi, including her social networks, at www.heidicullinan.com.

*Contest Disclaimer: This contest is void where prohibited by law. Must be 18 to enter. Only one entry per person. No purchase necessary. Contest open worldwide unless contest is illegal in your country. Contest winner will be chosen at random by online randomizer from the comments to this blog post. Prize is an electronic copy of Love Lessons and Fever Pitch by Heidi Cullinan. This contest will open with the publication of this post and ends at 1PM CST October 2. To enter participants must leave a comment below. Winner will be announced on the Smutketeers Website. Prize will be delivered within 48 hours of confirmation email from winner to Heidi.

PLEASURE POINT Contest Winner!
by edenbradley on Sep 24th, 2014 1 Comment »

Ohmygosh-I’m late again! Seems to be the story of my life-lol! Always too caught up in writing…My apologies!

So-now for the prizes! Up for grabs are:

~a $25.00 Amazon Gift Card!

~an e-copy (ARC) of Eden’s kinky novel DANGEROUSLY BOUND!

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~This lovely necklace to remind you of the island!

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…And the winner is…

*~*~*~*~*~Linda Trinklein~*~*~*~*~*

Congrats Linda!!!! Just email me at eden_bradley@yahoo.com with ‘Smutketeers Pleasure Point winner’ in the subject line and let me know which email addy to use for the gift card and the book, and which physical mailing addy to use for the necklace. :)

 

Thanks to everyone who stopped by to play along and help me celebrate the release of PLEASURE POINT! Be sure to check out the Invitation to Eden website for info on all the books about this mysterious island paradise! And get your copy of PLEASURE POINT now!

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Eden’s Pleasure Point is out! Big Contest!
by edenbradley on Sep 16th, 2014 31 Comments »

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Eden’s new story in the incredible 26-author  Invitation to Eden series is out today, along with her release partner the amazing Opal Carew! We’re celebrating here on the Smutketeers blog with an exclusive sneak peek excerpt & a giveaway! Like a romantic BDSM story with a touch of mysterious island magic? Then PLEASURE POINT might be the book for you!

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The island always knows what you need…

Miranda lives in paradise— the exclusive Eden resort, the ultimate in fantasy retreats.

Roan, the resort’s dungeon consultant, lives part-time on the island and full-time in the past.

When the sexy Dominant and the sultry pastry chef both receive one of the island’s mysterious invitations they spend a sizzling week together in the dungeon suite. They’re left breathless, wanting more… and hopelessly falling.

Both have been scarred by loss, both have created a nearly impenetrable shell. The intensity and intimacy of kink might be the perfect recipe to open Miranda’s heart again. But can the man who fulfills her every secret desire ever give her what she needs the most?

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EXCERPT: (Watch out-this one is X-Rated!)

He took her chin in his free hand, forcing her gaze to his. She loved how he manhandled her, taking her body under command. Her pussy was thrumming with need, her breasts just as needy, every inch of her skin craving his touch. Soft or hurting—it didn’t matter. She licked her lips.

“Ah, what you do to me,” he murmured, biting his lip, making her want him to kiss her, needing him to.

She moaned.

“Yes,” he said. “I want to touch you. To do every dirty thing to you that’s been whirring through my head since the moment I saw you.”

“God, Roan.”

He blinked once, twice, then he yanked her body in to his, so hard her hips crashed against his, the chains clinking, her wrists pulling on the leather cuffs. Then the delicious length of his erection pressed into her belly and she thought she would drown in need—need she’d kept dammed up for years, finally overflowing in the safety of his arms.

“Please, Roan. I just…please, please, please. I need…everything.”

“Lord, girl.”

Then he was on her, his mouth opening hers, his tongue sinking in. His arms were crushing her body to his and she could feel every hard muscle beneath his shirt. And none harder than his rigid cock.

He fisted a hand in her hair, drawing her in tighter before pulling her back, then further back, as he bent over her to keep his lips on hers. His tongue was wild in her mouth—wild and sweet and as commanding as his fingers against her scalp. And God, his fist dragging her head down until she had to arch her back, bowing under the force of his pulling. The pain was nothing but exquisite pleasure and that sense of his command. That and the pure pleasure at his panting breath, his rock-hard cock snug against her heated flesh. And all she could do was give in. She wanted nothing else at that moment.

This was what submission was, she thought through the fog that gathered in her head, seeping into her body like smoke, hot and sinuous, obscuring everything but the connection between them.

Yes. Connection.

Suddenly he released her, catching her with an arm around her waist as she stumbled. She was only vaguely aware of the mind-fuck he was orchestrating in making her lose her balance, only to catch her. Oh yes, he was very good at what he did.

Don’t think. Just feel, as he told you to.

He moved his lips over her throat, brushing the surface, not quite kissing. He murmured, “How attached are you to this lovely lingerie?”

“What? I don’t know…”

“Tell me exactly.”

“Not terribly, I suppose.”

“Excellent.”

There was a soft snick as he cut her bra off with something that was cold against her skin.

“Oh!”

She glanced down, saw the gleam of a knife blade and gasped.

One of his hands went to the back of her neck while he held the flat of the knife close to her cheek with the other. The sight of it, right at the edge of her vision, stole her breath and set her heart racing. He whispered, “Does this frighten you?”

“Yes,” she murmured, barely moving her lips.

“Say it. Say it properly.”

She swallowed. “Yes, it frightens me, Roan.”

“I can feel you trembling, you know. You’re scared of the knife. But not too scared to play? Tell me something, Miranda—does the knife make you want to safeword?”

“No,” she answered at once, even as she blinked a few small tears away.

Roan laughed. “Oh, I do like you.” He squeezed the back of her neck. “Hold very still now, beauty.”

He kept his cheek close to hers as he lowered the knife, sliding it beneath the edge of her panties, the steel cold on her hip bone as it moved slowly downward.

“I can hardly wait to see you naked,” he said quietly. “But anticipation is part of the game, isn’t it?”

She pulled in a breath. “Yes, Roan.”

“Very still now,” he ordered.

She closed her eyes. Felt the knife turn against her skin until the edge of the blade was on her flesh. It felt…strange. Exciting as he pressed it into her skin. Even the fear was exciting.

“Take a breath,” he told her.

She did as he asked, her muscles tensing all over, waiting for him to cut her. Would he? She didn’t know. Bu he didn’t—instead he turned the knife and with one quick motion sliced through the fabric of her panties.

She yelped, opened her eyes to find him smiling down at her.

“Beautiful,” he said. “Your fear. Your trust in me.”

Before she had a chance to think about it, he slit the other side of her underwear and she felt it fall to the floor, the wispy fabric brushing her legs on the way down.

He held onto her shoulder and stepped back.

“You are every bit as lovely as I imagined. Perfect breasts. So full. Just waiting to be caressed. Pinched. Kissed. “

A current of desire surged through her system, from belly to breasts and sinking deep into her aching sex.

Yes, please.

But she didn’t dare say it aloud. She bit her lips, moistened them with her tongue.

“Miranda, if you continue to do that I’m going to have to stop the play and just fuck you while your unbelievably gorgeous body is chained up here. Is that what you want?”

“Yes. Maybe.”

© Eden Bradley 2014

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And now let’s take a peek at Opal Carew’s Invitation to Eden book, WILD RIDE!

Her friend told her dreams come true at Eden, but this is more like a nightmare.


Marissa is shaken when her bad-assed biker ex-boyfriend begins to stalk her.  After receiving an invitation to an exclusive resort called Eden, she jumps at the chance to get away. But even in paradise, she can’t escape the man from her past. As he’s closing in on her, a passing stranger on a motorcycle pulls up and orders her onto his bike. Frightened and willing to take any chance to flee her dangerous ex, she does as he says. Her knight in supple leather manages to lose her ex and take her to a secret hideaway, but now she finds herself overwhelmed by his potent masculinity and submitting completely to his authoritative commands.Killer didn’t want to be her saviour.  He had problems of his own.  But once Marissa’s under his protection, he will do whatever he can to keep her safe.  Even force her to face her deepest fears.

Available NOW!


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CONTEST!!!

Of course Eden has to give away some goodies in order to celebrate properly! What can you win? How about:

~a $25.00 Amazon Gift Card!

~an e-copy (ARC) of Eden’s kinky novel DANGEROUSLY BOUND! dangerously bound -150x225

~This lovely necklace to remind you of the island!

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To enter just tell us about your fantasy tropical vacation-and don’t be afraid to leave out the details! Does it include a favorite frosty drink? And how about a cabana boy? And what might you do with a hot cabana boy…? C’mon-you can tell us! Eden will be back the evening of the 18th to choose her winner!

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Be sure to check out all the Invitation to Eden books! Get more info HERE!

Mari Carr’s Wild Irish!
by robinrotham on Sep 8th, 2014 25 Comments »

I want to say a big word of thanks to the Smutketeers for allowing me to stop by to introduce you all to the Wild Irish! The Wild Irish series has made the Collins clan one of the most beloved families in erotic romance and now they’re sporting a brand new look with gorgeous covers and…for the first time ever…there is a Wild Irish box set. Read the first four books in the series: Come Monday, Ruby Tuesday, Waiting for Wednesday and Sweet Thursday in this special set – four books for the price of only two!

If you haven’t had an opportunity to read these stories, I hope you’ll take the opportunity to grab them now.

WILD IRISH CONTEST: Take a moment to glance at the covers and blurbs, then leave a comment telling me which Wild Irish book you’d most like to read OR which one you liked the best (if you’ve already read them) and one winner will receive a $20 gift card to Amazon!

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Come Monday

Wild Irish, Book One

Monday’s child is fair of face…

After the death of her mother years prior, Keira Collins willingly put aside her dreams to become a surrogate parent to her six younger brothers and sisters. At twenty-seven, she’s finally pursuing a college degree. Between classes, working at the family pub and still tending to siblings, she’s no time for romance. So why is she spending all her rare free time fantasizing about hot Professor Wallace bending her over his desk?

Will Wallace recognizes Keira’s unfulfilled desires, her habit of hiding her beauty, her obsessive need for control in every aspect of her life. But Will has needs of his own—and they run far darker than Keira’s. As he initiates her into his lifestyle, offering sweet punishments and sweeter rewards, Will’s sexual authority slowly strips away some of her precious control. The one thing Keira’s not ready to relinquish…

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Ruby Tuesday

Wild Irish, Book Two

Tuesday’s child is full of grace…

Sky Mitchell is hiding out in Baltimore, seeking peace and solitude while he struggles with a career decision. Lead singer of popular rock group The Universe, he’s thinking of going it alone. Wandering into an Irish pub, he’s ecstatic to discover the breakout single for his solo album—but the songwriter doesn’t want to sell. He challenges the woman to a contest. Not only does he win the song, but also a songwriting partner to complete the rest of the album.

Teagan Collins is sure of her talent but she’s never aspired to fame and fortune. She’s content singing folk tunes in her family’s pub. Working on an album with Sky tests her patience…and her libido. The hot rocker plays her body like a fine instrument, their desire deepening with each song they write. But someone doesn’t want Sky to go solo, and will stop at nothing to sabotage the couple’s efforts. Undaunted, Sky wants Teagan to join him onstage at his farewell concert to sing her original, “Maybe Tomorrow”…

If they make it through today.

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Waiting for Wednesday

Wild Irish, Book Three

Wednesday’s Child is full of woe…

Tristan Collins knows Lane Bryce is strictly hands off. She’s smart, funny, kind…and married. But he still looks forward to her once-a-week visits to the family pub where he tends bar. When she fails to arrive one Wednesday, Tris is concerned. When he learns she’s in the hospital, brutally beaten after attempting to leave her unhappy marriage, he’s enraged. Tris vows to protect her, but he doesn’t get the chance. Lane checks out of the hospital and disappears without a trace.

A year later, newly divorced Lane is back, and enjoying her independence too much to embark on a relationship. Tris intends to prove she can have freedom and love, and he’s not above using seduction to do it. The more she resists, the more he sets her body ablaze with pleasure the likes of which she’s never known.

After a lifetime of disappointment, trust doesn’t come easily for Lane. But when her ex-husband reenters her life, threatening her independence, her happiness, she could discover too late that Tristan is the one man worthy of not only her trust, but also her love.

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Sweet Thursday

Wild Irish, Book Four

Thursday’s child has far to go…

In high school, Lily was too shy to do anything about her feelings for her best friends, Justin and Killian. Now she’s ready to put to rest her regrets with a proposal that might shock even her oversexed friends—the three of them, together, one night, multiple positions.

K and J are more than a little surprised to see Lily at their ten-year reunion. The plain Jane they remember is now a stunning woman—who wants to have sex with both of them. Who are they to deny her? Even if Killian suspects they might be treading on dangerous emotional territory. The night stretches into the weekend and, as K suspected, none of them want it to end. But he and Lily know people live in pairs, not trios, and they call a halt now, before it’s too late.

Justin, however, knows a good thing when he sees it. He’s ready to fight for what he wants…what they all need. He just has to convince Lily and Killian that unconventional can also be extraordinary.

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Friday I’m in Love

Wild Irish, Book Five

Friday’s child is loving and giving…

Ewan Collins has had the hots for Natalie for years but she continually rebuffs him, supposedly because of their age difference. When Natalie comes to stay with the Collins family for a week, Ewan decides it’s time to make his move in a serious way.

Natalie’s been in a funk since celebrating another birthday alone. When Ewan proposes to help her “get a life”—seven lessons in seven days—she figures what the hell does she have to lose? Ewan’s plans include tequila shots, fishing, karaoke…and other, more erotic hands-on demonstrations. But loneliness isn’t Ewan’s only obstacle. Tragedy in her past continually takes Natalie to a dark place her mind can’t easily overcome.

With support, tenderness and love, Ewan plans to win over Natalie one lesson at a time. Starting with lessons of the heart.

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Saturday Night Special

Wild Irish, Book Six

Saturday’s child works hard for a living…

What do you get when you cross a gold-digging stripper, a down-on-her-luck hooker, an estranged husband, his knocked-up wife, a Wayne Newton lookalike taxi driver and one beleaguered Baltimore cop? A typical night in the life of Riley Collins—Vegas style. Riley’s always been the wildest of the Collins clan, but even she bites off more than she can chew during an impromptu trip to Sin City.

Once again, it’s Aaron Young to the rescue. No surprise; Aaron’s been watching Riley’s ass forever—and he’s wanted to spank it for even longer. Tracking her down, Aaron finally gets his wish—after he drags a drunken Riley to a chapel and makes it legit, of course. To say she’s shocked is putting it mildly. But Riley warms to Aaron’s seduction quicker than you can say “all-you-can-eat buffet!” Who knew her mild-mannered best friend was so hot in the sack?

Of course, thanks to Riley’s penchant for picking up strays, the newlyweds will have to sneak in some honeymoon boom-boom whenever they can. But they’ll manage…

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Any Given Sunday

Wild Irish, Book Seven

The child who is born on the Sabbath day, is bonny and blithe and good and gay.

Sean Collins is happy working at the family pub and sharing a house with the woman of his dreams. He and Lauren are equals in every way, including in bed, where they burn the sheets. Life is good. Even if he must hide a couple of secrets to keep it that way.

Lauren is madly in love with Sean. They share everything—almost. She can’t deny sensing…something. A certain feeling when she, Sean and their friend Chad are all together. But she doesn’t press. How can she when she’s not being completely forthright herself?

Chad is feeling pretty miserable, and renting a room in Sean and Lauren’s home has only made it worse. In a house filled with secrets, Chad’s are doozies.

When an opportunity arises to explore their deep desires, the trio plunges into a sex-filled, emotionally charged ménage. Long-buried feelings are revealed, changing their lives irrevocably. Whether for better or worse, only Sean, Chad and Lauren can decide.

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Wild Irish Christmas

Wild Irish, Book Eight

“To Conall Brannagh.” Ewan took the bottle from his father. “Who?” “Conall Brannagh,” Patrick repeated. “If your mother had chosen him over me, none of us would be here tonight.”

It’s Christmas Eve, and the Collins siblings have given their father a precious gift. All seven have gathered together to spend the night in his apartment above the family pub, the warm, loving home where Patrick and Sunday raised their large brood.

You’ve witnessed each child find their happy-ever-after. Now gather ’round the tree and join the Collins family as they pass a bottle of Jameson, and Patrick shares the story of how he won the heart of Sunday, his true love, his soul mate…and the mother of his seven Wild Irish.

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Wild Irish Boxed Set

The Wild Irish series has made the Collins clan one of the most beloved families in erotic romance. Read the first four books in the series: Come Monday, Ruby Tuesday, Waiting for Wednesday and Sweet Thursday in this special boxed set.

Come Monday

After the death of her mother, Keira Collins became a surrogate parent to her six younger brothers and sisters, her own dreams put on hold. Now, at twenty-seven, she’s finally pursuing a college degree. Between classes, working at the family pub and still tending to siblings, she’s no time for romance. So why is she spending all her rare free time fantasizing about hot Professor Wallace bending her over his desk?

Ruby Tuesday

Teagan Collins has never aspired to fame and fortune. She’s content taking care of family, friends and neighbors, and singing in her family’s pub. Working on an album with Sky tests her patience…and her libido. The hot rocker plays her body like a fine instrument, their desire deepening with each song they write.

Waiting for Wednesday

Tristan Collins knows Lane Bryce is strictly hands-off. She’s smart, funny, kind…and married. But he still looks forward to her once-a-week visits to the family pub where he tends bar. When she fails to arrive one Wednesday, Tris is concerned. When he learns she’s in the hospital, brutally beaten after attempting to leave her unhappy marriage, he’s enraged. Tris vows to protect her, but doesn’t get the chance—Lane checks out of the hospital and disappears without a trace.

A year later, newly divorced Lane is back, and enjoying her independence too much to embark on a relationship. Tris intends to prove she can have freedom and love, and he’s not above using seduction to do it. The more she resists, the more he sets her body ablaze with a pleasure she’s never known.

Sweet Thursday

In high school, Lily was too shy to do anything about her feelings for her best friends, Justin and Killian. Now she’s ready to put to rest her regrets with a proposal that might shock even her oversexed friends—the three of them, together, one night, multiple positions.

K and J are more than a little surprised to see Lily at their ten-year reunion. The plain Jane they remember is now a stunning woman—who wants to have sex with both of them. Who are they to deny her?

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Lauren Jameson Release Party–Linger!
by robinrotham on Sep 2nd, 2014 22 Comments »
Welcome, precious readers of smut! Today we’re thrilled to be hosting Lauren Jameson–aka the fabulous and fearless Lauren Hawkeye–for her latest scorching-hot release, LINGER!

LINGER is available everywhere TODAY!

Romantic Times gave it 4.5 stars and called it “The kind of searing, emotionally wrenching story that fans have come to crave.” They also said, “Not for the faint of heart, the journey of this submissive alpha and his wonderfully strong, devoted dominant—and their incredibly complex, redemptive bond—is one that readers will not soon forget.”

Ooh, they had me at Not for the faint of heart! :D I know what I’ll be reading tonight, don’t you?

Contest!

Lauren is giving a $25 gift card to one lucky commenter, so after you check out all the sexy details below, be sure and leave her some love either Tuesday or Wednesday!


LINGER

From the author of Breathe and Blush comes a blisteringly hot new novel about baring it all.…

On her last night in Nevada before embarking on a yearlong veterinary internship, Scarlett Malone is celebrating—and looking for one night of incredible pleasure. But the man who draws her eye is not her usual type: He’s a cowboy whose alpha-male tendencies tempt her beyond belief. Scarlett can’t understand why she wants this man and no one else, but she’s determined to entice him to submit.…

Dr. Logan Brody lives an isolated life in rural Montana, running a ranch and suppressing his submissive tendencies. Only on his occasional trips does he give into his hidden urges. He can’t deny his scorching attraction to Scarlett or that she makes him want more, but he never lets anyone break him down fully. He’s hers for one night and one night only.

But when Scarlett shows up at Logan’s door as his intern for the year, he realizes that the walls around his heart are about to crumble—and that this sexy dominant woman has no intention of letting him keep control.…

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