A little Smutketeer song for everyone. But first-Post a comment here and we will pick several people to win tons of prizes. A signed copy of R.G. Alexander’s Who Loves a Superhero?, A signed copy of Lux in Shadow, ebook Midnight Falls
Lilli Feisty is giving away print and signed copy of Bound to Please.
Crystal Jordan will give away any ebook from her Samhain Backlist!
And Eden Bradley is giving away one of her books-but it will be a grab bag surprise!

See the books and blurbs beneath the song!
SING ALONG!!!

 The Smutketeers

 Before the Smutketeers came, dark repression ruled the land

Female sexuality was scorned and mocked and banned

Bodice rippers, trashy porn,

the literary elite all mourned

From famous book clubs, they were blocked

For speaking of hard throb-bing cocks.

But in the shadows, you could hear

The whispers for the Smutketeers.

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All for smut and smut for all

That is our battle cry

Fighting for the right to write

Write good sex or die

We won’t give up, we won’t give in

To fantasize is not a sin

So puritans contain your fears

No one can stop the Smutketeers

 When they all band together

Eden, RG, Crys and Lil

They rubbed, caressed and filled a spot

That no one else could fill ;)

They sent a message to the world

With their erotic flags unfurled

Sex is needed, sex is good

If you don’t do it

Well, you should

No need to run when lust appears

Just listen to the Smutketeers

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All for smut and smut for all

That is our battle cry

Fighting for the right to write

Write good sex or die

We won’t give up, we won’t give in

To fantasize is not a sin

So puritans contain your fears

No one can stop the Smutketeers

 Someday when the double standard for smut is all gone

When everyone is satisfied then they’ll move on

When women do not hide book covers

And men learn to be better lovers

When romance isn’t met with leers

Then they’ll have won, the Smutketeers.

Who Wants to Date a Superhero?
Gaia City. A place where technology is advanced, superheroes commonplace and the masses are addicted to Who Wants to Date a Superhero?, a show that lets women compete for the chance to win a date with one of Gaia’s Guardians.

Cassie Tidwell never thought she’d be humiliating herself on live vid for dinner with a man in spandex. But the secret she’s keeping will have her jumping through hoops for a chance to have this season’s hunky bachelor, Theta Wave, all to herself.

Will her choice ensure that Graham, the man she’s lusted after for months, never wants to see her again?

When her friend gives her an amethyst anklet engraved with strange symbols, telling her it has the ability to shield her thoughts from the probing powers of Theta Wave, she’s dubious. But she needs all the luck she can get if she’s to fight for one man’s help…and another’s heart.

Who Needs Another Superhero?

Return to Gaia City. Where there are way too many superheroes for Dayna’s peace of mind. Growing up as the unofficial mascot for Gaia’s Guardians hasn’t been easy. So maybe she overcompensates. Takes risks she shouldn’t.

Stone Matthews was an introvert until the day he wandered into the burial chamber of an ancient and powerful ruler and became…Rock Hammer. Now he’s an invincible chick magnet, but he still has no idea how to deal with women. Especially Dayna. The tasty reporter has always pushed his buttons and turned him on, but she’s unattainable.

With Triad still missing, Theta Wave on his honeymoon and the lair in disarray, there is no one around but Stone to save the day when Dayna goes chasing after The Pearl of Isis and a story that could be the death of her. And when he gets his hands on her, all bets are off.

LUX IN SHADOW

Two mates. One sacrifice. It’s a challenge that could save them all…or destroy everything.

Children of the Goddess, Book 2

Because of his own carelessness, Lux Sariel lost his lover at the hands of the shaman Gray Wolf, and put his Trueblood family in grave danger. Now he’s been sent on a mission to find and protect his mortal enemy’s sister. His companion is Arygon, a sexy Alpha who won’t take no for an answer.

When the two men find Sylvain, a sheltered and innocent beauty with power beyond imagining, passions ignite—and suddenly none of them are certain of the future.

No one but the Goddess.

She has a plan that will change everything for Her children, Were and Vampire alike. A challenge that will fulfill the promise of what this unusual threesome have found together…or destroy them all.

Warning: This title contains Vampire and Were nookie, Were and Vampire nookie, Were/Vamp/Were nookie, hot nekkid man nookie….oh, hell—lots of nookie.

His life was stolen to keep their secrets…

Children of the Goddess, Book 4

It has taken years for Liz to lay the past to rest. Now she has been called to find the missing Jasyn Dydarren, the only man who can save her friend Nicolette from the Shadow’s mark. Tracking him means chasing down a secret the Shadow Wolves want buried forever—and another man they want dead. A man with an eerily familiar face, whom she craves with an intensity she can’t explain.

Hannah, an Unborn, never considered herself anything special, but she and Jasyn have something that is. Now her Were has been snatched away. She’s not a fighter, but she’s willing to do whatever it takes to find her heart’s desire and force him to see her as an equal at last. Or die trying.

With alliances on the line and lives in danger, these two very different women must save their men, and come together to discover the truth…and destroy the Shadow once and for all.

Warning: This book contains explicit sex. Sex on the stairs, sex in a tree, sex with two, (and sex with three). Vampires mating. Werewolves mating. And a lot of gratuitous ass kicking.

BOUND TO PLEASE
FROM FANTASY TO ECSTASY

Ruby Scott is a beautiful, quiet event planner who leads an oh-so-respectable life. Yet the things that go on in her secret fantasies are anything but. She has every intention of keeping her hidden desires under wraps-until she meets a gorgeous, hard-muscled man ten years her junior. Mark St. Crow is a gifted, up-and-coming musician who collects erotic art and loves to “play” women as much as his piano. After one night of uninhibited passion, Ruby realizes there’s no turning back. But as she surrenders to her deepest needs and lets Mark control every forbidden thrill, her passion for him builds. Can the wild, intoxicating nights they share lead to a love that will last forever?

We’ll pick all the winners on Monday-Post here for a chance to win!

Today I’m blogging over at the I Do Not Want To Wait, I Want The Book Now blog, about my latest book, THE BEAUTY OF SURRENDER, which was just released on the 27th! I’m talking about the book’s theme, shirbari rope bondage: the aesthetics and psychology behind it as well as how I did my research. I have lots of other great authors commenting, an excerpt, and I’m running a contest! Come on over and comment on the I Do Not Want To Wait, I Want The Book Now blog and you may win a copy of my latest e-book, THE SEEKING KISS, my hot vampire menage urban fantasy!

For our Equipment Oriented contest, we have two winners!

Bella won a copy of Eden’s new ebook, The Seeking Kiss.

RachieG won a copy of Crystal’s new ebook, If You Believe.

Congrats to our winners and thanks to all who commented!

Crystal: Well, first I think we should tell them about how we came up with our post title. “Equipment Oriented” sounds so ominous, when really it’s just delicious. In my new book, UNTAMED, and in Eden’s new book, THE BEAUTY OF SURRENDER, we have a lot of equipment being used to spice up the filth. Eden’s book has one particular piece of equipment that can be verrrry interesting. Not that I know anything about that, personally, because I’m the good girl of the Smutly Crew.

Eden: The good girl? Ha! And that’s all I’m sayin’.

Actually, the only equipment in THE BEAUTY OF SURRENDER is rope. I know-you’re shocked. Such a far cry from my usual paddles, floggers, cuffs, vibrators, slappers, whips, chains, hot wax, blindfolds, um…what was I saying? Oh yes…so, this book is about Shibari, an ancient and sensual ritualized form of rope bondage that originated in Japan. So the really unusual part is that rope is the only implement. Well, unless human anatomy can be called an ‘implement’. What do you think, Crystal?

Crystal: I think human anatomy is the most important implement in every one of my books. It’s definitely my one implement of choice. However, in UNTAMED, I went with the theory that variety is the spice of life, so there’s a ton of stuff: vibrators, dildos, an ancient Mayan statuette used as a dildo…or was it used as an anal plug? Hard to recall…it just got so dirty in there. There was also a rather interesting video game that made an appearance in my heroine’s technobrothel. The game was inspired by Eden herself, naughty girl that she is…but I’ll let her reveal how much or little she wants about that. Let’s just say she made the dedication of the book.

Eden: I LOVE that my torrid true-life tale of techno titillation made it into your book! And I’m happy to share some of it here…

So, when my boyfriend and I were first seeing each other and in that early blush of love-and lust-smart boy that he is introduced me to a video game that even I couldn’t resist. It’s called Rez, made for the PlayStation 2. Now, I am not a big video game fan. In fact, I’d had very little interest in them until this one night…when he started this game and told me I HAD to sit down and watch him play. Big yawn, right? (Except that I do love when my man issues commands). He pulled out this handy dandy little attachment and told me to hold it in my…um…lap. He was happily shooting at enemy spaceships and when he made a hit, the attachment vibrated. Lovely! Soon I was cheering him on…with a few sighs and moans in between.

I had to tell someone, of course, so my fellow Smutketeers got the full story. Crystal was so enchanted by the idea she asked if she could use it and voila!

Crystal: Hey, when something that good falls in your…um…lap…you have to use it. UNTAMED takes place a tiny ways into the future, so Eden knew the spaced out game would be perfect for my setting. She was awesome to let me “borrow” her equipment, but having a kinky little implement designed for that purpose isn’t the only way to have some equipment oriented fun.

I think there’s so much people can use as equipment for sex—not all of it has to be from a store or website that’s specifically sells sex toys. Look at Eden’s ropes for example. Rope isn’t necessarily a sex toy, but can obviously be made totally sexual. I did the same in UNTAMED with the Mayan statuette. There’s just nothing wrong with making your own “pervertibles,” is there? Think about it…a string of pearls as anal beads, a hair brush as a paddle, a silk scarf for bondage. The list could go on forever. I think it almost makes it more sexually titillating because it’s not supposed to be a sex toy.

Eden: Oh, I love pervertibles! Didn’t Feisty have a wine bottle used as a dildo in BOUND TO PLEASE? And I have to say, your Aztec idol is a really great idea! Here are some others:

An old-fashioned curly telephone cord makes an excellent and wicked whip

A small kitchen scrub brush is a wonderful sensation toy-just brush over the skin gently. Or not…*G*

An electric tennis-racket-style fly swatter is fun if you’re into electrical play

But my favorite is a toy rubber sword my boyfriend and I picked up at Disneyland-it’s a sort of smooth, suede-like rubber and it’s the best spanking toy ever!

But I think I made good use of my simple and humble rope in THE BEAUTY OF SURRENDER. Here’s a little taste…

THE BEAUTY OF SURRENDER

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Shibari…The ancient art of erotic restraint…Its finely-knotted ropes are a turn-on, a sexual experience… and for some, an absolute necessity…

At a San Francisco sex club called Pinnacle, Ava Gregory seeks something she cannot quite describe. But of one thing she is certain: the moments when feels her most beautiful and complete are when she is tightly restrained in the Shibari ropes. At Pinnacle, she’s paired with a master: Desmond Hale, who thrives on control… But something surprising happens when Desmond binds Ava’s willing body and takes her to the edge of ecstasy. And now, the two are taking their relationship out of the shadows of the club, sharing secrets unleashed and bodies unbound…

An art dealer and Shibari master, Marina has never hesitated to dominate anyone. Until she meets James, a dark, gorgeous, towering journalist who’s survived horrors around the world. James confesses that submission is the only way to clear his troubled mind, but Marina is instantly overwhelmed by his strength and magnetism. To share the pleasures of bondage, something must change between them. When it does, it will come with an explosion of unexpected pleasure—and a relationship that neither could have ever have imagined…

EXCERPT from THE BEAUTY OF SURRENDER:

He opened the door and led her through.

An enormous bed, with carved wooden posts soaring toward the high ceiling. More windows open to the incredible Bay view, letting the night right in: the dark sky, the glittering stars, making her feel all the more vulnerable, even though she was certain no one could see inside. The room was dimly lit by amber glass sconces on the walls. Music played quietly, something soft, meditative. And against one wall was a large wooden frame, like the ones she’d seen at the fetish clubs. But this one was beautiful, carved, with benches and bars padded in brown leather and shining brass hooks placed all over it. Next to it stood a tall rack with coils of colored ropes hanging from it: white, black, red, blue. Her breath stuttered in her chest.

He came to stand behind her, so she couldn’t see him. She could only feel his presence, the faint heat of his body. And his scent, warm and enigmatic, filling her senses.

“Do you know what this is, Ava?”

She nodded her head. “I think so. It looks like the bondage frames I’ve seen at some of the clubs.”

“Yes, that’s right. I can do complex web work here, full harnessing, suspension. Anything.” A short beat. “And I will.”

Oh, she was going to sink to her knees right now, right here!

“Ava, take your clothes off. All of them.”

She paused, opened her mouth, but found she had nothing to say. Everything he was asking of her was well within the boundaries she was used to, but for some reason she felt startled.

She wasn’t going to argue. She didn’t want to. But she was trembling all over, with excitement, and with a little fear still. She wasn’t afraid of him exactly. It was how he made her feel.

But she was doing it, slipping out of her dress, her bra, her high heels, and finally, her damp, white lace panties, which he took from her. He held the small scrap of fabric in his fingers, stroking the lace with his thumb.

“I love this; that you would wear something so sweet-looking. That’s one of the first things I noticed about you,” he told her as he set her clothing down on the dark suede coverlet on the end of the bed. “That air of innocence.”

She could hardly believe he was talking to her so calmly, while she stood naked in front of him!

“And this,” he said, his voice quiet, almost reverent. “This incredible skin.” He drew one finger between her breasts, and her nipples went hard immediately. She shivered all over. Moving in closer, he spread his fingers wide, his entire palm covering the skin between her breasts.

“I can feel your heart beating, Ava. I don’t mind telling you mine is beating just as hard, just as fast.”
He took her hand, placed it on his firm, muscled chest, and she could feel his thudding heartbeat beneath his black cotton shirt.

God.

She was melting all over, into his heat, into her own.

“This is why we’re here together right now,” he said.

He took a step back and she saw him pull in a deep breath. She was unable to speak, her mind beginning that lovely slip and slide, filled with nothing but his rugged beauty, his command, her own sense of submission. And overcome, she clasped her hands behind her back, bowed her head.

“Ah, good girl.”

Hot flash of pleasure at those words, at his tone.

“Stay just as you are while I get set up,” he told her.

She waited. Breathless. Dizzy with need, anticipation.

Then that familiar whisper of rope smoothing over rope, and in a moment he was back in front of her, taking her hands from her back, leading her forward.

“We begin now, Ava.”

UNTAMED

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The biological warfare of the twenty-first century changed the planet in astonishing ways, transforming humans into shape-shifters who love to walk on the wild side—reveling in danger and the explosive desire that consumes them…

Half-human, half-lynx, Delilah Chase makes her living as a professional thief. But when half-human, half-hawk Hunter Avery catches her trying to steal his priceless ruby, he makes her a proposition: spend a week in his bed, or take a trip to jail. What follows is seven days of unrelenting, primitive passion neither can live without…

As the owner of Tail, the most notorious techno brothel in New Chicago, mink-shifter Lorelei Chase specializes in fulfilling all of her clients’ kinky fantasies. She just has one rule: Never sample the goods that her customers or workers offer. But every day, jaguar-shifter Nolan Angelo and wolf-shifter Pierce Vaughn tempt her to break that rule—until she ultimately gives in to a burning lust that knows no control…

EXCERPT from UNTAMED…

Delilah Chase perched on the corner of the building, her hand braced on the ledge in front of her as she swept her gaze over the city below. From ninety stories up, it looked clean, beautiful, an ocean of multicolored lights against pure ebony.

But Delilah knew the truth. Up close, it was gritty, dirty, and dangerous. A place where someone like her flourished.

She grinned and let the adrenaline humming through her body take over. Her claws slid forward, scraping against the slick metal ledge. She ran her tongue down a long fang, her smile widening. It was always this way when she was on a job. Half cool, calm professionalism, half unadulterated thrill seeking.

Schooling herself to patience, she tilted her wrist and checked her chrono. A few more minutes and the virus she’d seduced a young computer techie into feeding into the building’s security system would kick in. She’d have a quarter of an hour to get in, steal the priceless ruby her client wanted, and get out again.

Kitten’s play, this job.

Still, every case had its risks, and the moment a thief got too cocky was the moment they slipped up. If all went well, by the end of the night, multi-trillonaire Hunter Avery would be missing a gem and Delilah would have a sizeable commission in her encrypted cred account. So, things had better go well. She gauged the distance between the skyrise she stood on and the one she needed to break into. Tricky, very tricky. Timing was everything. The lynx within her purred at the challenge.

This was going to be fun.

Balconies circled the entire penthouse. Not surprising a family of red-tailed hawks would build the glass and mercurite sanctuary for themselves in the middle of the city. High enough they couldn’t see the grime of the real people below.

The newsvids had reported on every aspect of the Avery family’s lives for as long as she’d been alive. Their fortune was one of the few to survive the Third Great War, which made them newsvid darlings, beautiful people in an ugly world.

Delilah had heard all about it when Hunter’s parents were killed in a tragic industrial accident. A few years after that, Hunter’s uncle died, and Hunter had all but disappeared from public view. The buzz on the street whispered that Hunter had done the killing himself, his mind twisted from seeing his parents’ death. A bitter little smile curled Delilah’s lips. Figures that he’d get away with murder. The rich always did.

Now, Hunter was practically a recluse in his tower penthouse, only allowing a trusted few in for business purposes, and only leaving for a few business meetings or high-society parties a year. Which meant conning her way in wouldn’t work, so breaking in was her best option. Her client said Avery was in Los Angeles at a board meeting and wouldn’t be home until the next day. Her intel had confirmed it, so tonight was the night to get what her client wanted.

If a tiny part of her was curious to see the inside of the Averys’ ivory tower, and got a malicious thrill from stealing from the richest man alive, she’d never admit it to anyone else.

Her chrono vibrated against her wrist, letting her know the window of opportunity had opened. Reaching behind her she pulled her grappler gun out of her knapsack, aimed it at the balcony railing and fired. A gossamer-thin strand of mercurite shot from each end forward to form molecular bonds with the railings on both buildings. She flipped a setting so the grappler would move along the wire. Taking a breath, she said a quick prayer that the virus worked and she wasn’t about to get fried by the security field that electrocuted any unauthorized life forms attempting to enter.

Then she tightened her grip on the grappler, jumped, and let gravity carry her down the wire with a soundless rush of speed and wind. Her heightened vision took in every detail as she went. So, she knew the exact moment something started to go wrong. The mercurite was designed to dissolve after one use. It left no evidence behind. The wind was especially intense this evening and she might just reach the end of that one use before she reached the other building.

Shit, shit, shit.

Heart pounding so loud in her ears it drowned out everything else, she tilted her feet forward and hoped for greater speed. Tensing every muscle as she hit the perfect spot in her downward flight, she kicked her legs hard. She swung up and around the wire, launching herself into the sky. The cable slackened and she knew it was no more than silver powder beneath her. She twisted midair, flipping until she landed lighter than a cat’s paw on the edge of the railing. Triumph rushed through her, making her grin. Perfect.

She loved it when a plan came together. Almost as much as she loved it when the plans went awry and she had to think on her feet. It was why she was the very best at what she did.

UNTAMED and THE BEAUTY OF SURRENDER go on sale on October 27th, but they’re available right now for pre-order!

Meanwhile, let’s have a contest! Everyone who posts here between now and midnight on our release day, October 27th, will be eligible to win a copy of Eden’s latest book from Samhain, THE SEEKING KISS, a hot vampire ménage story OR Crystal’s latest Samhain release IF YOU BELIEVE!

Come back to the Smutketeers blog on October 28th to find out who’s won!

…and the winner of our Grand prize is….

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Deidre!!!!!!!!!!
Congrats on winning our Grand prize, Deirdre! Just email R.G. at: r.g.alexander@hotmail.com with your mailing addy and she’ll have the prize sent to you. Thanks for being such a loyal Smutketeers follower!
And thanks to everyone who’s played with us all month in celebration of the release of our vampire books, THE SEEKING KISS and MIDNIGHT FALLS!

They’re both available now at Samhain!
I hope you’ll all come back in the next few days for some dirty fun and games with Crystal Jordan and me to celebrate the October 27th release of our books-my book, THE BEAUTY OF SURRENDER, from Bantam/Delta, and Crystal’s UNTAMED, from Kensington Aphrodisia!

THE SEEKING KISS and MIDNIGHT FALLS are out today!!!!

Two hot vampire stories out today from Eden Bradley and R.G. Alexander-buy them now at Samhain Publishing! Meanwhile, you can chat with Eden and R.G. on the Samhain Cafe Yahoo loop today. We’ll be talking about writing, posting new excerpts, and generally goofing off-come and ask us anything! If you haven’t joined Samhain Cafe, it’s easy to join-tons of authors chatting, posting excerpts and having give-aways-join us there today! I hope you’ll come and celebrate our releases with us, and be eligible for today’s giveaways on the Samhain Cafe loop!
And stay tuned for the winner of our Grand Prize, to be announced tomorrow!

…because multiples are always better!
Today is the day! (Well, almost). R.G. Alexander’s MIDNIGHT FALLS and Eden Bradley’s THE SEEKING KISS are out TUESDAY  from Samhain Publishing! Today we’ll post virgin sneak peeks of our latest sensual blood-sucking stories, unveil our fabulous Grand Prize and more!

Two hot, sexy vampire stories from The Smutketeers! We promise smut! We promise blood-sucking! We promise dirty sex! We are The Smutkeeters, after all-All for Smut and Smut for All!
First, let’s take a look at our gorgeous Grand Prize:

This dark and delicious neo-Victorian rose cameo pendant hangs from an 18” silver chain dotted with blood-red Swarovski pearls-lovely! Guaranteed to draw attention to your edible neckline.

You have until Tuesday at midnight PST to respond to each of the Sucking Sexy blog posts, which began October 2nd. The winner will be chosen from our most prolific posters during our Sucking Sexy weeks, and will be announced on Wednesday, October 21st, so check back that day to see if you’ve won!
And now for a look at R.G. Alexander’s MIDNIGHT FALLS…

His life was stolen to keep their secrets…

Book Four of Children of the Goddess

It has taken years for Liz to lay the past to rest. Now she has been called to find the missing Jasyn Dydarren, the only man who can save her friend Nicolette from the Shadow’s mark. Tracking him means chasing down a secret the Shadow Wolves want buried forever—and another man they want dead. A man with an eerily familiar face, whom she craves with an intensity she can’t explain.

Hannah, an Unborn, never considered herself anything special, but she and Jasyn have something that is. Now her Were has been snatched away. She’s not a fighter, but she’s willing to do whatever it takes to find her heart’s desire and force him to see her as an equal at last. Or die trying.

With alliances on the line and lives in danger, these two very different women must save their men, and come together to discover the truth…and destroy the Shadow once and for all.

Warning: This book contains explicit sex. Sex on the stairs, sex in a tree, sex with two, (and sex with three). Vampires mating. Werewolves mating. And a lot of gratuitous ass kicking.

EXCERPT:

“Help me! Oh, God, somebody please help me!”

He covered his ears at the grating, alien intrusion. Wild boars mating held nothing on that sound. Have to find it. Have to stop it. He stepped off the high limb of the tree where he’d taken his rest for the night, falling straight down to land, crouched, at its base.

“Help!”

He ran toward the noise, the mountainside forest a blur as he raced to the source of the unwanted intrusion. His nostrils flared. Woman. Human. She was doused with a repellent, an oily citrus that made him want to gag. Another odor, this one more familiar, covered that stink with its own. A dark smile lifted his lips, and he increased his speed.

Shadow.

Again? They’d left him alone for decades, why were they bothering him now? A hot poker of pain in his temples made him swear, freezing only moments before he reached the clearing where the screams had originated. Never mind. He didn’t care why. He could never have too much of a good thing. There was nothing better to break up the monotony than playing with paranoid dogs.

“Silence her, she did her job. His scent is close. Now I will succeed and make the others look like fools.” The voice was nervous, merely pretending confidence. Not an Alpha then. Pity. Anything less than an Alpha tasted sour.

“I still don’t understand why we have to kill it. Gyvain was very specific that it was to be left alone. Why are we listening to that a—”

“Gyvain is dead. And he was never my Alpha, nor yours. It is an affront to the memory of our fallen fathers to leave that abomination alive. They say he looks exactly like the Storm Bringer. Unfortunately Gyvain’s son and his followers let the family have that body to burn. I think I’ll take this one’s head as a trophy, so that every one who sees it knows what I have done.”

The names were like shards of glass rammed into his ears, and the throbbing in his head increased. Luckily, a feminine whimper distracted them from their conversation. The second Shadow murmured soothingly to the frightened girl. “Why should I care about things that happened before my time when I have such a gorgeous creature in my arms? Isn’t she a pretty thing? I didn’t know this side of the world had such pretty things. If we get him can I still have her? Keep her as you said after we slay the animal? ”

Cocky youth. Calling him an animal? The insult more than the threat to the terrorized woman sent fog rolling in around the two Shadow Wolves and their captive.

His fog.

He knew they could smell him, that the fog was only a momentary confusion, meant to terrorize and distract more than protect him. But that was what he wanted. So few things gave him pleasure, but it gave him pleasure to scare them. And they were scared. They had come onto his territory, had come for him, and again and again they underestimated his abilities. Abilities that only seemed to grow stronger with time.

One leaping stride had him directly behind the nervous one, who was too busy growling to notice he had a visitor. He sank his fangs deep, one hand over the villain’s mouth to keep him quiet as he drank the dark blood. Just as he’d thought. Sour. The images the blood brought did nothing to ease his pain. But it gave him the sustenance he needed. Satisfied him in a way the local wildlife never could. He lifted his mouth, smiling as the slender neck twisted easily in his hands, breaking with a satisfying crunch.

The cocky Were called out to his now silent companion, but it was too late. The woman had fallen free to the hard ground, and he was flailing in the air, his claws desperate to pry the large, strong hand from his throat.

The lovely dark skinned girl looked at her savior, squinting through the mist. “Thank you. Thank you, you saved my—”

“Run.”

He wanted to drink her dry, to drain her blood. He knew instinctively that it would be sweet, would erase the bitter taste of Shadow on his tongue. Where were her instincts? Humans lacked all sense of self-preservation.

“Run now.”

She backed away at his growl, tripping over her shredded backpack. Her richly scented blood poured down her knees, tempting him as she scrambled into the woods. She didn’t look back. So. Not that stupid after all.

“You may as well kill me.” The gasping Were in his grip continued to struggle. “I won’t tell you where the others are. Won’t tell you who you—”

Snap.

Silence. Blessed silence. He turned and slowly walked back the way he had come. He could have told the bastard he didn’t want to know, that he didn’t care. But it would have been a lie. Still, after all these years, he knew better.

Curiosity may not kill the cat, but it sure as hell gave him one mother of a headache.

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And now let’s look at Eden Bradley’s THE SEEKING KISS…
Two vampires, one woman, an eternity of love and desire…if only she’s strong enough…
Midnight Playground, Book 1

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…
Warning: Three-way vampire sex, voyeurism, exhibitionism, anal sex, oral sex, simultaneous anal and oral sex (oh, yes, it’s possible!), drinking blood, drinking blood while having sex, political unrest , and a hot French accent. Keep a fan and some holy water nearby!

EXCERPT

He watched her walk into the club, all defiant bravado, but he could smell the acrid scent of fear beneath. The new ones were always a little scared. But this little one had only an edge of it. Maybe the bravado wasn’t all defiance.

Hex had been just like that when he’d entered the club in Paris ten years ago. When he’d met Aleron. He’d been so damned ready. And hadn’t regretted a moment of his decision.

He turned his attention back to the new girl. Sleek, long, dark hair like a curtain around her slender shoulders and nearly to her tiny waist, a tight little body with breasts perhaps just a bit too full for her small frame. Lovely. One of those pouting doll mouths. She would look innocent if it weren’t for her eyes. They were green, tilted at the corners. Feline.

Pulling in a deep breath, he took in her fragrance from across the room, separating out the perfumes and sweat of the others, the alcohol, the cigarette smoke, the hash smoke. Yes, there she was, like honey, sweet, as innocent as her face. Except that there was a dark musk underneath it that spoke of sex.

Have to show her to Aleron. Have to have this one.

She glanced up, and her gaze caught his. He kept her there for a long moment, until she stumbled, and he let her go. There would be time later, once Aleron arrived. Aleron would help him bring the girl to him. To them.

His groin tightened.

They’d taken many women together, he and Aleron, in the years since Aleron had Turned him in the club in Paris. They’d come to London together only last year, wanting a change of scene. They both loved the British girls. There was a certain hardness about them the French women seemed to lack. And the British boys were beautiful and tough and smart. But the boys were almost too easy. He and Aleron fulfilled each other’s need for men anyway. It was the girls Hex wanted, that Aleron wanted.

Yes, they would bring the girl to them. Together. He could hardly wait.

The pulsing beat of the music seemed to push Nissa across the room as effectively as Ilana’s hand on her shoulder. She hardly had time to take in the multi-level dance floor, the old balconies of the theater hung with their golden scrollwork and life-sized cupids, paused as if about to take flight.

Her pulse was thrumming from that man—that vampire—looking at her. Not just looking, but looking. Into her. Seeing her.

She shivered.

Ilana had been right—there was no mistaking him for human. His dark gaze had glittered as though filled with the distant light of the stars. And even in the dim, throbbing glow of the club lights, his skin was luminous, his lips impossibly lush, smooth and pink. He had one of those compact, muscular bodies, broad shoulders beneath his white T-shirt, narrow hips in his black leather pants. He seemed impossibly clean, somehow, in a way she didn’t quite understand. All she really understood was that she wanted him, with a simmering desire she could barely contain.

But Ilana was gesturing her toward the long marble-topped bar at one end of the enormous room.

“Nissa, have a drink. It’ll calm you down.”

“What? All right. I’ll have a scotch, I guess.”

“You seem distracted.”

“No, I’m fine.”

“I saw him.”

“Who?”

“That dark one watching you.”

“Oh.” Nissa smoothed her hair from her face. She was always utterly confident when it came to men. But this was different. He was different. He wasn’t a man, after all. “It’s just…a lot to take in at first. I’ll be fine in a moment. Better after a drink.”

“Don’t drink too much. They won’t let you here, you know.”

“Yes, I know. And I never drink too much. Just something to take the edge off. But only the barest bit. I’m rather liking the edge.”

Ilana smiled at her. “I thought you might. There is a certain thrill just being here. It’s like nothing else.”

Nissa smiled back. “I didn’t want it to be.”

“That’s why you’re here.”

Ilana turned and ordered Nissa’s scotch and a vodka for herself. Nissa lifted her drink and sipped, her gaze wandering around the room. It was frankly thrilling as hell when she spotted a vampire among the humans. And after a few minutes, impossible not to recognize them immediately. They were the most beautiful creatures she had ever seen, every single one of them, although they came in every form. But all of them with that same flawless, gleaming skin like polished marble, eyes sparkling like jewels, with the most enormous pupils, absolutely perfect bodies. The way they moved, with absolute grace, as though their limbs were made of liquid. And that aura of power they seemed to wear like a halo.

“Nissa?”

“What? Sorry. Were you saying something?”

“I asked if you’re done with your drink.”

“Oh, yes, sure. I’m finished.” She swallowed the last bit of amber liquid and set her empty glass on the long polished bar. “What now?”

“Do you need me to go over anything else with you? How this works?”

“We’ve already discussed everything, haven’t we?”

They had. And Nissa had read over and over again the material that had been dropped at her flat by courier—a courier, for God’s sake, in these times. She knew all about the club itself, how the vampires had taken over the old theater fifteen years earlier when the London culture could no longer support live theater. She knew that those who entered Midnight Playground were offering themselves as servants, sexual partners without limit. She knew about the Seeking Kiss, in which they would drink from her during sex. And if she were very lucky, one would offer her the Turning Kiss, the ultimate offering of eternity.

She shivered, a long shimmering undulation of desire working its way up her spine.

“I have a date,” Ilana went on, “so I’ll have to leave you on your own now.”

Nissa nodded. “I expected as much. I’ll be fine.”

She always was. But she couldn’t deny the nerves trembling in her stomach, making her neck hot and tight.

“If you go through the doors at the back of the auditorium you’ll find a handful of small, semi-private rooms with tables and booths, for drinking, eating, talking. On the next floor up are the sex rooms. You’re welcome to watch if a curtain is open. If it’s closed, walk on. You’ll find a large, central room for more public displays. And on the top floor is the dungeon, if you’re ready for that.”

Nissa’s heart sped up, knocking in her veins like a hammer. “I’m ready for anything.”

“You’ll be all right?”

“Ilana, I am here because I wanted this. All of it. To meet them, to become one of them. And to be touched by them. To have them drink from me. I understand perfectly what I am getting myself into. I wouldn’t be here if I hadn’t been well educated as to what goes on here. I want this. I’ve waited so long. I’m dying to get started, frankly. Trust me, there is no overload for me.”

Ilana smiled once more. “Ah, they really will love you.”

“I hope so.”

“All right. I’ll ring you in a few days. Don’t expect to see me again tonight.”

Nissa smiled, nodded.

Her adventure was about to begin.

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Mark your calendars for Tuesday at Samhain!
RG and Eden are hard at work on more hot and sexy stories! Eden’s next release is her erotic novel from Bantam/Delta, THE BEAUTY OF SURRENDER, which will be out on October 27th, the same day as Crystal Jordan’s UNTAMED, her next tale of hot shifter sex from the Aphrodisia line. Come back to visit The Smutketeers on the 27th for a look at Eden’s and Crystal’s latest books, excerpts, a giveaway, and more!
R.G.’s next release is WICKED SEXY in January and Lilli Fiesty’s next book, DARE TO SURRENDER, will be available in February-the Smutketeers are just in time to heat up your cold winter nights!
Meanwhile, don’t forget to post here to enter our contests!

As part of the continuing celebration of our upcoming October 20th releases, R.G. and I have talked to bunch of our fellow authors about what makes vampires so alluring. The sensual appeal of vampires seems to be wide-spread, whether these authors love to write them, read about them, or watch them on film. I thought you’d all like to know what some of your favorite authors are thinking…

Incredibly prolific author Michelle M. Pillow is a favorite of readers everywhere, and I’m sure many of you have read her work! Be sure to catch her latest release, LAST MAN ON EARTH, from Ellora’s Cave! Michelle says about vampires:
‘I love vampires! What could be more alluring than being immortal, all-powerful, and eternally beautiful?’

Author Beth Kery writes hot stories with a wicked edge. Her newest is PARADISE RULES, which I’d buy just for the cover! I love her philosophy about the undead:
‘I’m drawn to the psychological aspects of the vampire story. All human beings ‘feed’ off each other as well as offer nourishment in the symbolic sense, meaning we draw off others’ energies and give our own to sustain others. Doing this in a healthy way is the eternal battle of human beings. In it’s darker aspects, it becomes the quandary of the vampire: how to live with an eternal thirst, how to tame the desire to take without harming…how to live with the gnawing fear that one can never give in return. ‘

The ever-fabulous Tawny Taylor’s latest release is TORRID HUNGER from Ellora’s Cave, Book 4 in her Twilight’s Possession series. Tawny loves her vampires—and you will, too!
‘To me, the vampire is the ultimate bad boy. He’s dark, powerful, eternally young and his sensual appeal is irrevocably tied to the danger of falling under his seduction. Under the veneer of a polite, civilized exterior lies a feral beast with dark urges we long to explore and understand.’

Jennifer Colgan does love a hero with some bite-the first book I ever read of hers was her erotic werewolf tale, WOLFSBANE, still available from Amber Quill Press. Keep your eyes open for her next book, LA VIDA MUERTA, coming from Amber Quill in November!
Jennifer is a long-time lover of vampires (ooh-that didn’t come out quite right-lol!).
‘I’ve been a vampire fan since Joss Whedon introduced Angel…yum. I guess I’ve become addicted to heroes who bite. ‘

James Buchanan’s erotic fiction is hot and sensual—and all male. He hasn’t written any vampire stories (never say never, James!), but understands their irresistible appeal.
‘Vampires are just hot. I don’t write them, but I love to read them. The dark eroticism of blood play, the forbidden lure of ancient knowledge, vast power shackled to unbearable need, being immortal in a world that fades before your eyes: the rich tapestry of loss woven into a vampire is a sensual feast. Jean Claude, Armand, even Dracula all have tragic hero written throughout their characters and I just eat it up.’

Jina Bacarr is one of my fellow Spice authors. She often incorporates her own world travels into her exotic tales. Her current release, CLEOPATRA’S PERFUME, is available now, and she has more in store for us in February with THE BLONDE SAMURAI!
Jina had this to say about our favorite immortals:
‘Imagine a tall, sexy vampire holding you close in a passionate embrace and inhaling the scent of your fragrant perfume. How can he ever forget you? He won’t. Because he’s a vampire, the memory of you will stay with him for eternity…’

Our friend, the gorgeous and talented Samantha Kane, has a new release tomorrow! PLAY IT AGAIN, SAM is the first book in the Cougar Challenge series from Ellora’s Cave-and you know I love the sound of that, being an official cougar myself-meow! Here’s what Samantha had to say:
‘The reason I love vampires has nothing to do with the whole mystical blood-sucking thing. For me it’s all about the dark, tormented soul of the ultimate bad boy. Evil? I think not. Just really, really misunderstood. ;-) Nothing the love of a good man or woman can’t cure.’

Stephanie Draven writes hot, myth-based speculative fiction for Nocturne, so the idea of monsters roaming the earth and interacting with humans is something she’s thought a lot about. Her latest is MIDNIGHT MEDUSA! Here are some of her thoughts:
I love taking ancient Greek stories, uncovering the primal associations and eternal truths behind them, and turning them into modern mythology. That’s what I’ve done for gorgons, dryads and chimeras in the pieces I’ve written for Silhouette’s Nocturne line. One thing I have yet to tackle is the vampire.

Whether it’s nursing a baby or cooking a meal, women have always had this role which has deep biological and sexual roots. I think the sensuality of a vampire isn’t only in that he’s a predator, but that he is so needy. So in need of sustenance that he wants to take it from our body, and that’s a hard thing to resist.

Kate Pearce writes hot, hot, hot and sensual stories-which anyone who’s read her House of Pleasure series will know! Next up for her is SOME LIKE IT ROUGH, an anthology from the Kensington Aphrodisia line. We can’t wait! Kate loves a good vampire story.
‘I’ve always loved reading books about Vampires, from the classic Anne Rice, to L K Hamilton’s Anita Blake series and most recently, the J R Ward Black Dagger Brotherhood. For me one of the big thrills is the immortality aspect, that Vampires have lived through the ages and survived to tell the tale, (although some of them still seem pretty dumb despite all that experience. :) ) When I got the opportunity to create my own Vampire Tudor world, complete with its own set of rules, I jumped at the chance!’

R.G. and I agree that there is just something incredibly sexy about a creature who is acutely aware of every nuance of human existence: the sound of a beating heart, the scent of blood, the irresistible fragrance of human skin. They are creatures of the night, of the dark, where anything can happen. Maybe that’s why vampire stories are always so popular, why we love them, as writers and as readers.

We want to know what you think: what is it about these blood-sucking devils that we just cannot resist?

TODAY’S GIVEAWAY!
Everyone who posts today will be eligible to win! Those who are residents of the continental US can win a signed copy of my debut novel, THE DARK GARDEN. Those who live outside the US are eligible to win a copy of my e-book, BREAKING SKYE. (Just be sure to put into your post whether or not you are a US resident. Sorry folks, but shipping out of the country is expensive!).
And everyone who posts through our release date, October 20th, is eligible to win our October Grand Prize! We’re not telling what it is just yet, but I promise it’ll be grand-LOL! The Grand Prize will go to one of our most prolific posters, so don’t be shy! You’ll have to check back for the Grand Prize announcement, as well as excerpts from our books, R.G.’s MIDNIGHT FALLS, and my novella, THE SEEKING KISS!
Oh-and today’s winner will be announced on Friday in the comments here, so you must check back to see if you’ve won!

Biting. There are a lot of reasons women like the idea of being of being bitten. As Crystal said, the idea of being “marked” is hot. Men who bite are often vampires, and vampires are hot. And a man who knows how to bite is often pretty darn alpha, and come one. We all know that’s hot.

But I like it for a different reason. Biting, licking, sucking…it happens on places of the body that are major erogenous zones, and ones that don’t include the two major places people tend to focus on, the genitals and breasts. Although nipples can be very fun to bite, nibbling other places of the body can escalate sex in such a way because it explores areas that often go ignored. So let’s explore!

Take the neck, for instance. Say you have a partner who takes your head and tilts you in just such a way to expose your neck. He can do whatever he wants. The curve of the neck is a sensitive and open. You know that feeling you get when someone’s hot breath puffs onto your skin, followed by warm lips, maybe a sharp nip of teeth. I don’t know about you, but that that sensation sends shiver straight to my toes. And the slower they do it the better. It’s a position of submission, and if your partner knows what he or she’s doing…wowza!

Other places that are fun to be bitten are the shoulders (especially the back of the shoulders), ears, inner thighs, the small of the back, hands and fingertips, and of course the obvious place like breasts. Really, there are unlimited places on the body to be bitten, and it’s fun to explore. Next time you’re kissing someone, pull his tongue into your mouth and give it a nip. Yummy!

See, I don’t want to imply that girls are the only ones who want to be on the receiving end of a nibbling mouth. Ladies, get out there and give your man a bite! Now, you can’t just go in a rip a chunk of flesh out with your teeth. You need to start slow. Place a hand on your man, firmly, hold him steady, and start leisurely. Give him a nibble, a lick, stop and kiss his mouth. Then go back, this time, maybe, do things a bit harder. See how he’s reacting. If he seems to like what you’re doing, keep going, and add some pressure! Biting is a kind of oral sex, and you can build up sensation as you would do if you were, say, giving a blow-job. Trust me on this. ☺

Have fun. Go bite someone.

And tell me your favorite place to bite or be bitten. You might win a copy of my Samhain e-book, Sting of Desire!

So, I’m sitting here sipping my hot apple cider (what? Not all writers drink coffee. I don’t. Tastes like I imagine battery acid does. Blech. But, I digress…), and I’m thinking about our topic of things that bite. I don’t write a lot of vampires. I have some in Big Girls Don’t Die. And I have a vampire secondary character in my upcoming Kensington Aphrodisia novel, Every Witch Way, but I tend to go with other paranormal beasties that bite.

Shape-shifters, baby.

Awww, yeah.

To me, there’s just something schmexy about a guy who’s half-wild and in touch with his animal instincts. Really in touch. And he’s got the fangs to prove it.

In most of my books, the fangs may flash a bit when he’s excited or pissed off, but no one gets bitten until it’s mating time. So, biting isn’t just a fun sexual fetish, but a serious mark-you-as-mine-for-life kind of endeavor.

And that’s just hot to me, because, really, that just takes alpha male claiming to a whole new level. An extra yummy level. I mean, think about it, you now have this big, sexy beastie as yours and yours alone (unless we’re talking threesome, in which case the sexy awesomeness just become exponential) forever and ever and ever.

In some of my books, the girl is a shifter, too, so she gets to sink her fangs in and mark him as hers. Like…forget the wedding band, you can take those off, let’s go big or go home. Let’s make it permanent.

Sure, it’s primitive, but really…we are talking people who are in touch with their primal side. A little biting and scratching in bed, some fangs and claws, never hurt anyone, right?

In honor of my beasties that bite, I’m giving away an advanced copy of my new shifter book, UNTAMED, to one lucky commenter on this post. I’ll draw a winner next Monday and post here to announce who won!

Thanks so much for entering, everyone!