Dangerous Girl FB Party–and Contest!
by R.G. Alexander on Aug 31st, 2015 40 Comments »

fbdangerousgirlWelcome (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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And stay tuned. The rest of this year is going to be filled with AMAZING news!



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!

******WINNER****** Morgan!!


Amy Jo Cousins and her Level Hands!
by edenbradley on Aug 27th, 2015 20 Comments »

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.

“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.
Rafi swallowed.
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? A Contest
by R.G. Alexander on Aug 17th, 2015 79 Comments »


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.

A Curious Proposal: An Owen and Jeremy quickie
You should at least read the first chapter of Dangerous before starting this.






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.

You can:

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 for your gift card!


Eva Grayson’s SHAMELESS!
by edenbradley on Aug 13th, 2015 8 Comments »

Hello, hello! Smutketeers, thank you so much for hosting me today! I’m ridiculously excited to be here. I’m Eva Grayson, and I write contemporary erotic romance. I’m on the Smutketeers blog today to discuss my newest release, Shameless Part 1 (which is free!!).

Here’s the book blurb:


I’m shocked when hot divorce lawyer Austin Smith hits on me at a bar. Is this man for real, or is he punking me? But when I realize that Austin—the man who represented my ex-husband and raked me over the coals—doesn’t recognize me, a plan hatches. A plan of revenge. Yeah, someone needs to take Mr. Ego down a notch or two, and I’m the perfect woman for the job. Now, I just have to get my ridiculous, unwanted sexual attraction to him under control. 


I can’t remember the last time I’ve been this interested in a woman. Cass is clever and sexy…and wound up tighter than a bedspring. I want to lick and touch her body, to push her to the edge. Yeah, someone needs to release her suppressed eroticism, and I’m the perfect man for the job. Then, to my disbelief, she handcuffs me to a hotel bed and chews me out for being a ruthless workaholic lawyer. Oh, the gloves are off now. My plan for retaliation will put Cassidy Bryant back in her place. 

In a wicked battle of the sexes, only one person can come out on top… 

**This book ends on a cliffhanger, so grab Shameless Part 2, and then read the conclusion, Shameless Part 3! All out now!** 

And now, an excerpt from Shameless Part 1:

My skin tightens when I see his eyes darken. Something about the way he’s staring at me makes me feel like he doesn’t notice anyone else in the bar. Like I’m the only human being he gives a crap about right now. Like the world around us has faded away.

It’s beyond sexy, being the focus of all his attention.

I imagine he’s even more so in the bedroom.

This is going to be harder than I thought, separating out this strange reaction I’m having to him in order to stay on task. I can’t deny I want to feel those big hands on me. Is it wrong to give in, to maybe scrap the plan, to just let myself go and enjoy what he’s promising?

I’m not looking for love right now or a committed relationship. Clearly, neither is he; workaholics put their job first, always, and I could never expect anything more from him than what is happening right now. But there’s a strange chemistry between the two of us that makes the air crackle. It’s almost visible.

It’s so tempting to say screw it, to let myself have him for one night. If only to help me get back on the saddle and remember what it feels like to experience genuine passion. And now I’m so, so torn.

Austin leans forward and brushes his lips against mine. The gesture is brief, just a tiny touch of skin on skin, but the impact is massive. Need coils deep in my lower belly, and my breathing grows shallow. I’m aroused. So turned on for him. Even the fabric of my clothes rubs my skin in a sensual way. I feel alive, awakened for the first time in far too long.

It’s almost insane and unfair that it’s this man doing this to me.

Lips hovering right in front of mine, Austin says, “Say yes. Come home with me. I’ll give you a night like you’ve never experienced before.”

Something about that cocky arrogance helps pull me back from the edge, into my head. Helps me remember what I’m doing. This man might want me, yes, but what he wants more is to prove how amazing he is in bed.

It’s not about me or this connection building between us. It’s about his ego. It’s about working the room, the way he does in court, I’m sure.

I suck in a long breath. Exhale. Gain control over my thoughts and rampant arousal. “I’m not going home with you,” I tell him firmly. Before he can say a word, I continue, “There’s a hotel a couple of blocks from here. It’s within walking distance.” And only a half mile or so from my apartment, as well, which is an added bonus, since I walked to the bar.

Victory lights up Austin’s eyes, and he smirks as he slips off his stool. He digs into his wallet and throws a crisp hundred-dollar-bill on the countertop. The bartender sees it and takes it toward the register to make change.

“Keep it,” Austin says smoothly to the man.

My cheeks burn again, but this time with a little of that pent-up frustration that’s been simmering in me for months now. The reason Austin has all this disposable income, the reason he can throw money away like that, is because of his job.

Raking innocent people over the coals, no matter the cost.

Anger squeezes my chest like a massive fist, and I force a toothy smile on my face as we leave the bar. It’s going to be my pleasure to knock Mr. Ego down a notch or two.

* * *

And now, let’s interview Austin Smith, divorce attorney and hero of Shameless Part 1!

Question 1: Austin, when was the first time you had sex?

Austin: Boy, you don’t pull any punches, do you, Eva? ;-) I was sixteen, and it was in the backseat of my car during one of those formal winter dances. *smiles* My dad gave me a condom and told me to be safe. I laughed at him–that was so never going to happen, I was certain–but I stuck it in my wallet anyway. Glad I did. She was a sweet girl…until she dumped me for some jock. *shrugs* C’est la vie.

Question 2: What’s your ideal vacation spot?

Austin: Vacation? *laughs* right. I barely have time to take a piss, much less go offline. My clients are…well, let’s just say they’re demanding and stressed out, and it’s my job to make the process for them as easy as possible. And to ensure they’re satisfied with my services, of course. But to answer your question, probably somewhere near water. A lake. The ocean, even. I like hearing the sound of water on the shore.

Question 3: What’s your go-to seduction song?

Austin: You’re so sure I need a song, huh? *smirk* I guess if I had to choose something, maybe “Closer” by Nine Inch Nails. It’s intense and dirty. Rather like me, I suppose…

Question 4: Last question. What’s your favorite spot on a woman’s body?

Austin: Her brain. There’s nothing sexier to me than a smart, witty woman. If you can turn on her brain, make her laugh and draw her out of her comfort zone, she will show you what part of herself turns her on. Which then becomes my new favorite spot. ;-)

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Shameless Part 1 is out now, and it’s FREE! Snag your copy and start reading:


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I’m giving away a $10 gift card to your favorite e-tailer. All you need to do is tell me this–what song is YOUR go-to seduction song? The one that turns you on and gets you and your partner in the mood?

One winner will be chosen at random. Contest ends August 15, 2015, 11:59 PM EST!


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Kate Allure’s New Book LAWYER UP~Interview & Giveaway!
by edenbradley on Jul 22nd, 2015 10 Comments »

Hello Smut Fans!

First a great big thank you to Smutketeers for letting me join their wicked fun! Later, I’ll share some naughty secrets about myself, but first I’m excited to tell you about my upcoming release of LAWYER UP. This is the second in my Meeting Men anthology series about successful, take-charge women who meet handsome professional men as they go about their everyday lives—and the naughty fun they have behind closed doors. It’s a perfect summer read, cause it’s hot, hot, hot! But don’t take my word for it…

“Intense chemistry, great characterization, and a kinky page-singeing ending will have readers clamoring for more…”Publishers Weekly

“The sensuality and sexuality are palpable…” 4 Stars —Romantic Times Book Reviews

Big News! The trade paperback edition just went on Sale for $7.32 at Amazon (almost half the $13.99 list price). AND, I’m offering a Pre-Order Bonus of “alluring” free stuff if you order by Aug. 4. If you want to know what the “naughty surprise” is—let’s just say you’ll find it enticing in the boudoir…or your partner will anyway.


Giveaways too! First, I’m giving away an autographed copy of my Playing Doctor, described as “escapism of the richest, most decadent variety” by RT Book Reviews. Just answer my question below, and I’ll randomly draw a winner among the correct guesses this Saturday. Second, I’ve many more giveaways each month—ranging from naughty to nice—for all Club Kate members at, so check that out.



Wrongly accused in Attorney-Client Privileges, sexy but innocent Beth has nowhere to turn but straight into the arms of a hotshot L.A. lawyer. Can this attorney manage to get her off in time?

Liza reaches a meeting of the minds—and more—when she unleashes her inhibitions and gives herself over to the primal allure of a Main Street lawyer in Of Unsound Mind and Body.

In Of Writs and Writhing, fearless defense attorney Pat gets more than she bargained for when she goes toe-to-toe with New Orleans’ infamous Playboy Judge. When things get heated both in and out of the courtroom, more than temperatures rise.

Three sizzling, deliciously taboo erotic romances so hot they should be illegal!


A NSFW Excerpt (Eden says “yayyy”!!!):

As Emmit reclined in his imposing judge’s chair—his seat of power—he tried to look at ease. They were alone in his court, late at night, and no one would bother them. He affected an air of casual perusal, his hand idly playing with the wooden gavel. His dark brown eyes flicked over the almost naked woman on her knees below him, but he held his countenance imperiously impassive, bored.

Inside, however, Emmit burned with fiery, painful lust. He found it nearly impossible to keep from jumping to his feet to rush down to her, this woman who just a short while ago meant nothing to him—just one more uptight, hard-nosed lawyer among the many that performed in his court. Emmit could hardly believe that this was the same person with a reputation as an authoritative bitch—the one everybody had called Pat-ocrat.

He understood now that the real Patricia had been there all along, had been waiting to emerge, hiding scared underneath her icy exterior. It was conceited, he realized, but Emmit liked thinking the true Patricia was his discovery, his secret revelation. He felt a growing connection between them, and the more he got to know this woman, the more he wanted her—all of her. It was a writhing ache that grew one hundred times worse the more he watched her kneel before him in naked submission.

She looked magnificent, utterly luscious and feminine, her small, pert breasts thrust upward by the pull of the cuffs on her arms. Patricia’s chest heaved as she sucked in air nervously, drawing his eyes repeatedly to her breasts. Emmit itched to remove her bra and touch those gorgeous tits, play with them, tweak them firmly, before lowering his head to suck one into his wet, hungering mouth. Her hair cascaded around her bare shoulders, giving her a girlish, natural air, the sexy lingerie a touch of the siren. She was a fantasy come to life, and his total control of her heightened his desire.

Emmit had always liked wielding power—he was a judge after all—but before now he had never realized how truly dominant he was sexually. Ordering her around was the most stimulating, thrilling thing he had ever done. To watch Patricia wait patiently for whatever he planned to do to her next was…unnerving…exciting…beyond arousing.

It was truly the hottest fucking moment in his entire life.

Emmit glanced back to her face and saw that Patricia was staring at him pleadingly, clearly wondering how long he would keep her waiting and what else he would demand of her. He locked eyes with her and allowed a slow, sly grin to spread across his face—wanting her to know just how much he admired the view—and was rewarded by her loud gasp. With obvious licentious intent, he lowered his eyes to the vee where her thighs met and stared intensely as if he could see straight through her silken panties to her wet pussy. Patricia whimpered then and squirmed, and his cock jerked urgently.

He took several deep breaths to calm down. Shaking his head ruefully, Emmit realized that he had complete control of her but not over his own body. He had to get mastery over himself or he would lose it the minute they started what he planned—and that definitely wasn’t acceptable. He chuckled slightly at the irony, the sound harsh in the quiet space.

To buy time to master his arousal, Emmit left her there several moments longer before he again locked eyes with her pleading ones. When he looked to her, he was struck by a sharp—shocking—mental joining with Patricia. The outside world ceased to exist. In that moment, there in his court with the woman he was falling for, the power and prestige of his judgeship meant almost nothing to him. The only thing that mattered was the authority he had over this special woman and her willing trust in him, which bound them together in mutual need.

It was time.

“Is the prisoner ready to perform her community service?”

Patricia quivered visibly. “Yes, I am…sir.”

His dick jerked again in response to her subservience. Was that an accident, he wondered? Did Patricia even realize she had sounded like a sex slave?

Cloaked in his powerful judicial aura, Emmit rose slowly. He descended the stairs and approached her with methodical, aggressive steps, stopping just in front of her. Then he pulled his black robes aside to reveal the bulge in his pants. She watched as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his thick, rock-hard shaft. Patricia gasped to see his huge, raging erection just inches from her face. He watched as her eyes traveled up his body to stare up at him, looking every inch the submissive fantasy of his wildest dreams.

He wanted more.

With a speaking glance downward, he asked the question—Will you take me in your mouth?—and again Patricia gasped. Emmit wondered then if he might have pushed her too far. He was wildly aroused by their game, but perhaps this was just too much.

Then she smiled up at him and obediently opened her mouth…


Get to know Kate Allure!

Kate Allure has been a storyteller her entire life, writing plays, short stories, and dance librettos throughout her childhood and later for semi-professional theater and dance companies. Her non-fiction writing included working for American Ballet Theatre and New York City Ballet. Beyond writing, Kate’s passions include traveling and exploring all things sensual with her loving husband.






Now I’ll answer some way too personal questions from the Smutketeers (And again, Eden says “Yay”!!!):

~Why erotica? I like sex…and lots of it. I only half-jokingly refer to my stories as “homeopathic libido enhancers.” Nowadays, we’re all so busy and physical intimacy can take a back seat, especially if one has kids or a demanding job. My hope is that these quick, steamy reads give hard-working women a few minutes of fantasy “me time.” And, if it works as a “libido enhancer” that’s a bonus husbands and boyfriends will appreciate too. (LOL) But seriously, I want to address such underlying issues in my website. I hope that will become a meeting place where female sensuality can be explored with an “Ask Kate” reader forum and guest sex-pert bloggers. And, I’m thrilled that Smutketeer Eden Bradley will guest in November. My Meeting Men stories are the keystone of all this—quick steamy reads that might even inspire a night sexy fun too!

~Tell us about your first kiss! My first kiss was a nothing event, truly. I was on a 6th Grade trip and my lips touched those of a cute boy…and that was it. Then I became heavily involved in the ballet world—not exactly flush with straight guys—and I didn’t have another one for years. But if you want to know about the kiss where sparks flew, one I remember like it was yesterday, well…

I was standing outside my college dorm late one night, following a rehearsal for a show I was in and where I’d met a cute fellow cast member. Endlessly, we stood and quietly talked while he gently held my hand. His thumb circled the sensitive skin of my palm and sent tingles racing up my arm. We leaned ever closer as we continued to whisper about who we were and what we wanted in life. Even as we strained ever nearer to each other, there was a mutual restraint that held us apart, due to the complication that I was—sort of—involved with someone else at the time. But eventually our lips touched and the kiss was divine. He wrapped me in his arms and held me close and our bodies got to know each other, our tongues became intimately familiar, and my heart pounded. Then he pulled back, stepped away, and that was it. As I said, I was otherwise attached.

~What’s the most embarrassing sex story you’re willing to tell? Fairly recently, my DH and I were “playing” and it was amazing. If you’ve never experimented with a bunny flogger then you’re really missing out. Interspersed with, shall we say, more intense stimulation and blindfolded, I never knew what was coming next. It was amazing and I grew increasingly aroused and…I was panting and…I reached toward an incredible pinnacle of pleasure and then…I fainted. As you might guess, that was kind of a downer—not to mention the mortification—but someday I want to feel that tantalizing height again and, this time, not pass out.


The Smutketeers infamous Either / Or questions!

~Beer or girly drink with an umbrella? Neither, instead an elegant, complex martini that teases the taste buds

~Vanilla or chocolate? Are we talking about candy…

~Jeans or stilettos? Stilettos

~Elegant fop or rough-edged rogue? Elegant rogue who likes it rough.

~Tropical beach or mountain cabin? Which one comes with handcuffs?

~Cop or fireman? Both, preferably at the same time.

~Vampire or werewolf? Vampire, although I’ll admit that I like Twilight’s evil James the best. So what does that say about me?

~Gorgeous canopy bed with satin sheets or fur rug in front of a blazing fire? Hmmm, canopies are great for bondage but soft, tantalizing fur teases bare skin…

~Soft, sensual make out session or throw you up against the wall? At this point, do I really need to answer.

~Las Vegas luxury hotel or quaint Wine Country Inn vacation? What do they say about outer space? No one can hear you scream. Same could be said of a noisy LV hotel, whereas in the other you’d better bring along your ball-gag. But, truly, I love um both, depending on my mood.






WIN a copy of PLAYING DOCTOR! Guess what happened to the guy I kissed outside my college dorm so many years ago and post your answer in comments! (Check out Get to Know Kate for a clue.)

I’ll draw a winner from the correct answers this Saturday, 7/25. And, I’ll throw in my Pre-Order Bonus and naughty surprise as well! (Eden says “Yayyyy for the naughty!”)

Good luck and it was a pleasure visiting with you all!

~ Kate

Rebecca Grace Allen’s THE HIERARCHY OF NEEDS!
by edenbradley on Jul 9th, 2015 18 Comments »

Thanks so much to the Smutketeers for having me! Today I’ll be talking about my upcoming release in the Portland Rebels series, The Hierarchy of Needs. While I love all my characters, Jamie and Dean were especially fun to write because of the pent-up tension between the two of them, and how explosive things became when they finally got together!

The Hierarchy of Needs

Once you figure out what you want, it’s impossible to ignore what you need.

Jamie Matthews is stuck in a rut. After hitting a wall with her dream career, she’s back in her hometown, living a life as monotonous as swimming laps in the neighborhood pool. Being surrounded by her perfect brothers is a painful reminder of her failure to launch. The last bonfire of the summer is an ideal way to let off steam, especially when she runs into Dean Trescott, the playboy friend she had one hot-as-hell night with back in high school.

Since the day Dean met Jamie, he’s loved her beauty, talent, and smile that lit up the whole damn block. But dating isn’t an option. She has a bright future ahead of her, and he refuses to chain her to his—helping run the family business that’s barely staying afloat.

A “what-happens-in-Vegas” weekend was supposed to get their craving for each other out of their systems. But neither counted on the past repeating itself, drawing them together in even hotter and dirtier ways and dangling the possibility they might both be able to get exactly what they need…

Warning: A friends-to-lovers twice over story that contains some hot ’n’ heavy kissing in the waves, hair pulling, and a man who knows how to use his hands. It may also feature a few practical jokes—only the fun kind, of course.

Here’s a little excerpt for your reading pleasure:

“I’m thinking maybe you were right.”


“About us.”

Dean made a sound that was a mixture of a laugh and a cough. “Okay. What was I right about?”

Jamie took a breath. “One night.”

His eyebrows skyrocketed toward the tendrils of hair hanging down out of his hood. “One night…”

She gave him a look, a pursing of her lips that said stop playing around. “Six years of sexual tension. I think it’s time we did something about it, or it’s going to drive us both nuts.”

Some of that anger melted off his face, the hint of a smile returning. He shoved his hood back and rubbed a palm over the back of his head. He’d gotten a haircut, something she’d missed before when she was too busy drooling over his body. The sides had been shorn to a soft buzz-cut she wanted to touch, to feel the baby-soft bristles on her fingertips. His voice was low when he finally replied, “Is that what you want?”

Brilliant green eyes were trained on her, intense and sharp and overwhelming. The skin on Jamie’s neck tingled with awareness. Time to ante up.

“Yes,” she said. “But just a night. To get it out of our systems.”

Dean chuckled. “You think one night would get me out of your system?” He folded his arms again and smirked, his grin wolfish. “It would take a lot more than that, honey.”

He was being the legendary Dean Trescott now, seductive powers out in full force. Jamie pushed past it, wanting to see her friend behind the pretty packaging.

The very pretty packaging. Guh.

“Yeah, yeah. You’re great in bed. I know.” She rolled her eyes. Smug bastard. “I’d only want to do it if I knew it wouldn’t be a problem, like you said, and then go back to normal after.”

It was empowering—finally putting it out there, saying what she wanted, especially with the caveat that she planned to put a stopper in things after she’d gotten it. Dean stared at her, his gaze quiet and pensive. His sweatshirt was only partially zipped. His chest peeked out from beneath gray cotton. He really was staggeringly handsome. Jamie’s pulse pounded.

“I have to go out of town on Friday,” he said. “New Hampshire. An errand for the business.” He fixed his eyes on her lips, lingering there before trailing back up to her face. Jamie could feel the memory of his mouth on hers, the heat. Her tongue slicked over her top lip. “You could come with me.”

She quirked up a brow. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. There’s a car show out there I wanted to hit. I was going to drag Connor with me, but two nights in a hotel with you could be a lot more fun.”

Desire shot through her like lightning, hot and needy. “A whole weekend, huh?”

He nodded. Slowly. “We get it out of our systems, then come back home and leave it all behind us.”

A grin washed over her face. “What happens in New Hampshire stays in New Hampshire?”

He laughed. The husky sound put Jamie’s entire body on lockdown, her breathing going fast and shallow.

“Exactly.” Dean hooked one finger into each of her belt loops and pulled her against him. Their lower bodies collided. “Two days. Nothing held back. Everything we want. Just forty-eight hours of my hands in your hair and you stripped down to nothing.”

Jamie’s mouth dropped open in a sudden gasp. Her hips rolled without her permission.

His gaze flicked down to her waist. “That was pretty.”

Her cheeks flushed. She ducked her face down. It was hard to keep eye contact under his white-hot scrutiny.

Dean wasn’t having it. He brought one hand up, took a strand of her curls between two fingers and tugged on it twice. Her eyes snapped to his, her body suddenly stretched tight like a too-taut rubber band. Dean smirked.

“I know what flips your switch, Jamie, and I’m going to trip it over and over again. I’m going to find all those spots I found years ago, and watch you shiver when I touch them. Kiss them. Lick them. I’m going to make you come so hard you forget your own goddamn name.”

It’s giveaway time!

I’ve got not one, but two giveaways going on! Today I’m offering:

1) a digital copy of The Hierarchy of Needs from the e-retailer of your choice! For a chance to win, let me know in the comments if you’ve had a “what happens in Vegas” type of weekend, and where it was! (Any additional info you want to share is a bonus. ;-) )

2) a rare, printed, signed copy of the book that started it all, The Duality Principle, and some Portland Rebels series swag! For a chance to win, go like my Facebook page and/or follow me on Twitter, then come back here and post in the comments what number like/follower you are!

Two winners will be chosen at random tomorrow, July 10th, at 10:00 pm EST!

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And now for some Smutketeer Q&A with the Portland Rebels heroes and best friends, Dean and Connor!

Okay guys, here goes.

Question 1: What’s your idea of a romantic evening?
Dean: *smirks* Jamie, a six pack and the back of my truck.
Connor: Dude. That’s not romantic.
Dean: Says who?
Connor: *rolls his eyes* Dinner at one of those nice beachfront open air restaurants with Gabby, then a walk along the ocean after dark.
Dean: *coughs* Sexagainstthelifeguardstand *coughs*
Connor: Shut up.

Q: Vanilla or chocolate?
Connor: Vanilla. But…only when it comes to ice cream. *grins*
Dean: Too much information, my friend. T. M. I.

Q: What’s the most embarrassing sex story you’re willing to tell?
Dean: *points to Connor* He screwed the sheriff’s daughter in the back of the old man’s cruiser.
Connor: Thanks, man. That’s not exactly embarrassing though.
Dean: No, it’s more embarrassing that your grandma found your porn stash. But that’s not sex.
Connor: Can we move to the next question, please?

Q: Boxers, briefs or commando?
Dean: You feel like checking?
Connor: No, they don’t. Boxers.

Q: Beer, or a girly drink with an umbrella?
Connor: *looks at Dean* Are they seriously asking us this?
Dean: *ignores Connor* Beer for me. Girly drink with a huge ass umbrella for him.
Connor: I hate you.

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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.
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Mina Carter’s                 Stratton Wolves!
by robinrotham on May 21st, 2015 14 Comments »

Good morning, and thanks for having me on the Smutketeers :) Today I’m talking about my latest release, ENFORCER’S HEART, which is the third in the Stratton Wolves series.

In paranormal romance a lot of stories tend to focus on love at first sight and a wolf finding his mate and knowing, instantly, that she’s the one for him. Riley, the hero from Enforcer’s Heart, is a little different. He’s already had his happily never after and doesn’t want anything to do with mating again. Until he meets curvy Ce, a sexy cop who got bitten on the day she didn’t take her anti-furry pills. He wants her, but doesn’t want her all at the same time. Exploring a different angle on a werewolf love story was a lot of fun, and I hope you’ll love reading about Ce and Riley as much as I liked writing them. So, for you today, I have an exclusive excerpt and a contest for you! (Scroll down and enter for a chance to win a $20 ARe Gift Certificate)


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What’s worse than getting bitten by a werewolf? Not taking your anti-furball pills and then getting bitten by a werewolf. Which, FYI, sucks.

Called to investigate a midnight break in, Detective Carla ‘Ce’ Callahan doesn’t expect to come face to snout with a pissed off werewolf. And she’s all outta silver bullets. But hey, she still manages to hold her own, even if she does get a bite on the ass for her trouble. Now she’s in werewolf custody until the full moon while they wait for an answer to a very important question. Will she shift? Or won’t she?

Doesn’t really matter when she meets the hot and sexy enforcer for the pack… Looking at him, she thinks she could get used to the furry side of life. Especially when the guy has an ass like that. She wants a tiny nibble…

Riley Copeland’s life sucks. The woman he loved and brought over to the lycan way of life revels in trying to get him killed and his pack alpha seems to think he’s some kind of furry babysitter. He’s been forced to look after a bitten newbie until she turns–or doesn’t. And she’s a cop, no less. Great. Just freaking great. But that ass of hers… He just wants a tiny nibble…

Of course, there’s someone out there that thinks it’d be really great if she was six feet under. Now she’s on the run and the chase is on. Ce may get away, but Riley is gonna catch her… and her heart.

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He looped a towel around his shoulders and made his way back to the house. As soon as he set foot through the door, he froze. Scent assaulted him. Steam and shower gel, the smell of a female’s need and the sweet aroma of her release.

His wolf howled with rage at missing such a treat, and the emotion flowed through him like a tidal wave, stripping his control and restraint. With a snarl he tore through the house, taking the steps two at a time to arrive on the landing at the same moment she stepped into the hallway.

She jumped, a gasp on her lips at his sudden appearance. “Riley! Sorry, you scared me.”

“Really?” he growled, stalking forward. First, she got herself off in the shower, leaving the perfume of her release in the air to torment him and then she tortured him by wrapping that luscious body of hers in a skimpy towel that strained as it struggled to contain her ample bust. His mouth watered at the thought of stripping it from her, releasing her tits and tasting the delectable treat of her nipples.

She backed up, eyes wide, until her back hit the wall. He forestalled further flight by planting a hand either side of her head, trapping her.

“Riley? W-what’s wrong?” she asked, meeting his eyes squarely and doing her best to hide her fear. But it was there, in the quiver of her lip. Instantly, he felt like a dick for scaring her, but not enough to let her go.

“You. Getting off. In my shower,” he ground out, leaning down to run his nose along her throat. To his pleasure, she tilted her head to allow him better access. A submissive gesture, even as she shivered in the sudden chill after the heat of the bathroom.

“You think I wouldn’t smell it? Wolf, remember? Male wolf…” The growl escaped before he could stop it and she jumped. He was a fucking asshole but couldn’t help himself. “There’s nothing about you I can’t scent.”

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Either / Or


Summer or winter? Winter

Tattoos or piercings? Tattoos!

City girl or country girl? Country girl

Beer or girly drink with an umbrella? Anything with Vodka or Rum

Jeans or stilettos? Combat boots ;)

Quiet dinner in front of the fire or hot night on the town? Ooh…a quiet dinner. Who knows what could happen?

Elegant fop or rough-edged rogue? Rogue all the way!

Cop or fireman? Cop. Think of the handcuffs ;)

Rough and ready cowboy or corporate big-wig in a sharp suit? The suit wins it

Vampire or werewolf? Can I go with a Gargoyle instead?

Soft, sensual make out session or throw you up against the wall? Wall every time ;)

Gorgeous canopy bed with satin sheets or fur rug in front of a blazing fire? The bed

Dog person or cat person? Both!



Contest time!

So, inquiring minds want to know…
What single main quality would your ideal alpha hero have?

I will choose a name (at random) from the list of commenters here
on Sunday 24th May :)

RT 2015: The Smutketeers & Friends see Pitch Perfect 2!
by edenbradley on May 18th, 2015 3 Comments »

We had an amazing time at the RT Booklovers Convention this year, as always, but it was even more special because we got to meet so many of our Smutkedettes and new author, blogger and reader friends! We are all still exhausted and a li’l weepy at leaving everyone behind. But the amazing RG put together a video of our trip to see Pitch Perfect 2 on opening night! We had three buses full of people, there was singing on the way there and the way back, the Cups song, terrible renditions of songs from Pitch Perfect 1, laughing and crying during the movie, and possibly one of the best nights of our lives! So, without further ado (which is hard for me-I’m a talker!), I give you RG’s video of awesomeness! And our plea to post RT pics all over Facebook or link us to pics in your comments here. Love our Smutkedettes! Miss you all!

~Eden, RG and Robin. : )

At Home for RT Contest!
by R.G. Alexander on May 8th, 2015 131 Comments »


Conference time is here! We have one room completely filled with promo boxes and our other rooms are quickly being filled with people who came early to get ready together. It’s nice. I wish everyone could come but I know that’s not possible. So I have a plan.

Last week Book 2 in the Finn Factor series, SCANDALOUS, released to the masses, but I didn’t have time to post on Smutketeers because I was (and still am) in panic mode. I’m so excited to see all my friends but I am not ready.

On that note…I’m having a FINN FACTOR contest for those people who are staying at home this year! There will be 2 winners–one will receive a box full of RT swag from the conference and my own items, and the other will receive a $200 Amazon gift card!

What do you have to do? Share this contest from the 8th to the 17th. Share it everywhere and tell me about it in the comments below. The more you share, the more times you’ll be entered to win. We want everyone to know about the two books in the series that have already released, and to get excited about the third book that will be coming soon after the conference! *Bonus* If you’ve read and liked either book, leave a review for them on Amazon and let me know to be entered to win again!

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Will it be Scandalous?

If Natasha Rivera is involved, the answer is usually yes. The owner of The Twisted Tart bakery has never been shy about expressing her opinions or her desires. The only secret she ever kept had to do with her feelings for a certain Finn and the details of their unusual relationship.

When reformed bad boy Senator Stephen Finn asks Natasha to join him for a week of political intrigue and kink, there’s no way she can say no. Nothing has changed. His star is still on the rise and she is still too wild to be tamed. Once they get their hands on each other they’re bound to cause a scandal…but it might just be worth it.

Recipe of Warning: Take one outspoken, sexually confident woman and a repressed former bad boy. Combine until sparks fly. Add voyeurism, exhibitionism, spanking, excessive quantities of explicit sex, a kinky house party and whatever pervertible you have on hand…thoroughly shake the mixture until your wrists hurt or your batteries run low. Mmmm. Yummy warning.







The first book in the Finn Factor and #1 Amazon bestseller and an ARe bestseller!

Are you Curious?

Jeremy Porter is. Though the bisexual comic book artist has known Owen Finn for most of his life—long enough to know that he is terminally straight—he can’t help but imagine what things would be like if he weren’t.

Owen is far from vanilla—as a dominant in the local fetish community, he sees as much action as Jeremy does. Lately even more.

Since Jeremy isn’t into collars and Owen isn’t into men, it seems like his fantasies will remain just that forever…until one night when Owen gets curious.

Warning: Contains explicit m/m nookie. A lot of it. Very detailed. Two men getting kinky, talking dirty and doing the horizontal mambo. Are you reading this? Do you see them on the cover? Guy parts will touch. You have been warned.







Brady Finn’s story *G*


I’ll pick a winner when I get back from conference. Then Eden, Robin and I will have tons to share with you. Until then…




Box of Swag EM BARTON

$200 Amazon gift card TAWANIA

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An Interview and a Contest!
by R.G. Alexander on Mar 9th, 2015 46 Comments »

So CURIOUS came out Feb 27th, but we decided to throw a party for it today since it is doing so well!! *Thank you readers!*

Let’s take a look at this release and then my crit partner and fellow Smutketeer Robin L. Rotham is going to interview me about how this book came together. AND THEN? CONTEST!
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#1 Amazon Bestseller!

Are you Curious?

Jeremy Porter is. Though the bisexual comic book artist has known Owen Finn for most of his life—long enough to know that he is terminally straight—he can’t help but imagine what things would be like if he weren’t.

Owen is far from vanilla—as a dominant in the local fetish community, he sees as much action as Jeremy does. Lately even more.

Since Jeremy isn’t into collars and Owen isn’t into men, it seems like his fantasies will remain just that forever…until one night when Owen gets curious.

Warning: Contains explicit m/m nookie. A lot of it. Very detailed. Two men getting kinky, talking dirty and doing the horizontal mambo. Are you reading this? Do you see them on the cover? Guy parts will touch. You have been warned.


“So she talks about what I do at the club? With you?”

“It’s Tasha, man,” Jeremy reassured him softly. “And it’s me. Don’t get all ‘What happens in Fight Club’ on me. I’m not judging.”

“’Torture chamber stuff’ sounds like judging. You shouldn’t knock it until you’ve tried it.” Owen paused. “Have you? Any of your threesomes gone beyond the usual bedroom play? Anyone want to tie you up or spank you? Don’t tell me Tasha’s never asked.”

This was not the right conversation to get his mind off of sex. “She hasn’t, and neither has anyone else. No one would dare. You’re both aware that’s not my thing, but you know my motto. Whatever turns you on is good by me.”

“That was mine until a few weeks ago,” Owen muttered.

Damn it.

“So we are going to talk about it.” Jeremy tried to play it nonchalant, feeling anything but. “This is me, officially apologizing. We should’ve locked the door, I know. But I don’t think we scarred you for life, did we? I mean, you chain women to crosses and mark them up with a tool chest full of kink for fun. All I do is—”

“Fuck men while Tasha watches.”

Jeremy ran a hand through his hair. “Yeah, well, I do that when she doesn’t watch too. I also fuck other women on occasion. I’ve got an equal-opportunity dick. It takes all comers.”


He narrowed his gaze on Owen. “If I crossed a line with Natasha without knowing it, if you’re planning on seriously pursuing her, I’ll back off. I’m not trying to take anything from you. You know I would never do that.”

Owen shook his head, an expression of frustration crossing his handsome face. “No. I mean, yes, it’s never been a secret that I wanted her. Everybody wants her. Even you. Hell, even my brothers—well, you’d have to be a eunuch not to. But she has her own play partners and no interest in dating me. She knows her own mind, and the last thing I’d ever do is warn you away. She’d kick my ass or get her grandmother in Puerto Rico to curse my manhood—which is a threat she’s used on me more than once. Believe it or not, she isn’t the problem.”

Now Jeremy was confused. He’d been so sure he was right. “You can tell me the truth. It’s obvious seeing her with me rattled you. If you ask my opinion, I think you could win her over if you—”

“Just stop,” Owen bit out forcefully. “This isn’t about her, damn it. It’s about you.”

Jeremy’s head jerked back in surprise. “Me? What about me?”

“Hell.” Owen swallowed, his blue eyes going dark. “You’re going to make me spell it out. Fine.”

He stepped toward Jeremy, yanking the beer out of his hand and setting it on the counter.

“Owen, what the fuck?”

He was standing so close Jeremy could feel his body heat, feel his breath on his cheek as he spoke. “You want to know what I was thinking about today? What got me hard while my birthday present was jiggling her giant tits in my face? That night. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about the three of you in that room.”

“Is that what’s been bothering you? Seriously? That’s…that’s normal, Owen,” Jeremy assured him softly, trying not to show any outward reaction to his words. “No man’s dick is immune to a live porn show. Threesomes are hot and we’re visual creatures. It’s the nature of the beast. It doesn’t have to mean anything.”

“Trying to reassure the nervous heterosexual?” Owen chuckled roughly. “That’s sweet. Is it normal that Tasha was nearly naked with her legs spread invitingly, but you were the one I couldn’t stop looking at? That I keep hearing what that guy said about you when you…”

His words faded and he stepped back, his gaze dropping again to Jeremy’s now snug jeans. “Did you like it? Having him beg for you like that? Is that why you didn’t stop when you saw me?”




*Note on this. Robin is my critique partner. I feel very strongly that I could not actually write a book without her because she is so good at finding problems and misplaced modifiers and helping a story flow. She’s a magician. When I first started this story? Even though the scene I’d fantasized was m/m I was going to make it a menage, because I write a lot of menage, and other than one acid trip to Oz I’d like to forget about lol I’ve never written straight m/m before.

I mentioned this to Robin and she thought it was a mistake. Either I do a full on menage or I cut out the woman. We tussled, but then when I actually started writing the story? The character’s feelings were so profound I knew that this wasn’t about anything else but Jeremy and Owen. I wrote the story and gave it to Robin, and we began to sexy tussle some more. Here we are reflecting on our experience. Enjoy.

(this is actually more of an IM conversation that turned into an interview *G*)

Robin: Maybe I could interview you. Since I’m the one who learned a very important lesson.

RG: Sure. You did?

Robin: Yes, I certainly did. Maybe I should just ask how you felt about my critting Curious at first. Because I KNOW you were nervous about it.

RG: Well I was-because you told me from the beginning that you’ve been reading tons of M/M and I know you have a fangirl crush on Heidi Cullinan.

Robin: Yes! Heidi IS my current favorite writer.

RG: I know. *G* Here I was, just having a private dirty fantasy that turned into a story idea, and I was sending it to someone who had read all the best M/M

Robin: Did you think my expectations would be too high?

RG: I was pretty sure you’d give me a lot of edits.

Robin: But don’t you always expect that? :D Admit it–you expect me to make you cry.

RG: Yes. I do. But especially when its something I know is dear to your heart. Whippy Smacky. M/M.

Robin: LOL! But when I expressed concern and wanted you to change the story, you told me (paraphrasing here) “Look–the story and the relationship unfold how they unfold. That just how I write.” That was the first time you’d ever told me off like that, and so I held my breath and hoped for the best.

RG: I was pretty tough this time. I liked being in Jeremy’s POV, and I thought they needed to be this sexual to be true to their characters.

Robin: Your muse took you in a different direction than you’d expected, though, and the story itself was pretty good. But I thought it lacked the deep, angsty gay-man issues and had more sex than m/m readers liked. I was afraid you’d be skewered by highbrow m/m aficionados and said so.

RG: Yes you did.  A lot.


Robin: But what I’d forgotten is that when I first started reading m/m, *I* didn’t like the angsty books. I liked them lighter and sexier, more emotion-driven. I fell into the trap that many writers who read a lot fall into–I had a too-specific idea in my head of what a “good” m/m book looked like.

RG: Well let me just say there is nothing wrong with angsty books. If I had a super angsty character in my head I would totally write him. But I had Owen. And Owen was not angsty. lmao

Robin: You took most of my editing and revision suggestions. Because we work together, whether we agree or not.

RG: Of course I did, I’m not an idiot. *G* I know how brilliant you are. And the whole point is not for me to be right or you to be right, it’s for the story to be right. And your revisions helped pull Owen back a little, because damn. Enough said.

Robin: And when you released it, you were more worried about the book than you had to be because of my concerns.

RG: Maybe.

Robin: I don’t think anyone was more surprised than you when it shot up to the top of the bestseller lists.

RG: You were surprised. *G*

Robin: I was! Not because you’re not a great writer but because of my own expectations of m/m books. In fact, my expectations were so high, even *I* am afraid to write one, even though I love them.

RG: I think you would kick ass at m/m… You were more worried about this book than any you’ve ever critted for me.

Robin: Yes, I was. I was afraid you’d be crushed. And look at the reviews! I’ve rarely seen a well-written book get such positive reviews without some negative ones to balance them.

RG: I know–honestly, for all my stick-to-my-guns big talk, I had no idea people would like these guys and the Finns as much as I did.

Robin: And now it’s in Amazon’s Top 100 Kindle books and selling like hotcakes. Everyone LOVES this book because of the characters and their relationship, and even because of the extended family.

RG: And because I had a great crit partner and editor.

Robin: Well thank you, but I always tease you about your “cast of thousands” and think it will hold the book back, and yet so many readers love it. So what lessons did we learn?

RG: Yay Guy nookie? *G*

Robin: Well, yes, that too. But what I’ve learned is, I’ve been holding MYSELF back because of my own expectations, and my perception of reader and reviewer expectations. I get paralyzed thinking about what everyone expects from me, and from the genre I’m writing.

I get paralyzed thinking everyone expects me to “mature” as a writer and be more about plot and less about sex.

I try to complicate my stories with plot issues I’m just not feeling, and then I give up because I don’t like them.

When I look back at my bestselling books, they’re the ones that I wrote purely for the love of the characters and the fantasy. Carnal Harvest is still a strong seller, almost seven years after it was published, and it was a farm wife’s sex fantasy. Why do I want to get away from THAT? So what the success of Curious has done is free me from my own fears and allow me to finally move on Jordan’s story, which I’ve been dying to write since I finished FrankenDom.


Robin: The story will unfold as my heart wants it to, and I’ll love it whether or not anyone else does.

I need to remember that my writing is a form of expressing myself, and when I censor myself too severely, I get frustrated. I have my own stories to tell, not anyone else’s, and you do, too.

RG: And I have learned that I was right all along, I can’t write a book without you. *G* And also that I need to stop worrying about things I can’t change. I can’t change my process. I have faith in my characters to tell me where we’re going, and I just need to trust that. And also, being brave is cool. You know I almost changed my name to publish this, because I’m not normally an m/m author. I sure am glad I decided to just take a chance. So happy that everyone is enjoying it! I hope they keep following the Finns, no matter what genre or type of depravity they get up to. lol



Screen Shot 2015-03-09 at 1.20.33 PMTo celebrate the fact that next week is St. Patrick’s Day and the Finns are about as Irish as you can be, we’re giving away this gorgeous bit of jewelry. You can own this claddagh/trinity necklace-made in Ireland of course-if you win the contest.

You’ll also win a $50 Amazon gift card!

What do you have to do to win you ask? Comment below and Share Share Share! Tell the world about this contest and/or about Curious. Any FB group or forum, twitter or Google or whatever you young people are using these days. Share and tell us about it in the comments below.

We will pick a winner on Saturday!!

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MEREDITH KING! Congratulations!! And thanks to everyone!