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…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!
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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!
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