Archive for December, 2010
Crystal: We’re so excited to have Emily Ryan-Davis and Elise Logan here to chat with us today. And give us goodies, of course!
Elise: As I type this blog entry, I’m actually 30,000 feet in the air on my way to visit my parents. My husband and daughter are next to me and the plane is packed. While I have to admit that the enforced closeness of a plane has its own irritation factors, it’s nothing compared to the prototypical cross-country family vacation by car.
But what if – and this is solely the realm of science fiction, you understand, but what if you could custom design your family. What if you could custom design your husband to your exact specifications – hair color, eye color, hobbies, profession, and other…er…attributes? What would you choose? Would you know what to choose?
That is the basic idea behind Manporium. The women of the future have the option of creating their perfect man. The catch is that a Manporium marriage is forever, so you’d better be sure you get it right.
Noelle hasn’t gotten it right yet. Her first two Manporium marriages ended in the death of her created husbands, so she’s determined not to screw up this time around. Unfortunately (or fortunately) for her, things don’t go exactly as planned and Aya comes equipped with several extra features Noelle hadn’t asked for or anticipated. More than a Man is a story of getting it right in spite of our best intentions.
Now, for the lovely and fabulous Smutketeers, Emily and I conceived an extra-special give-away. The Aya gift basket includes the original Manporium story – Tuesday at the Manporium – in it’s original Dreams and Desires anthology, a copy of the Cookie Sutra (you’ll just have to read More than a Man to see why), and several other goodies.
Want it? Easy enough. Leave a comment telling us what is on your wish-list for the perfect man. Remember, he’s made to order, so you can have whatever you like. Even things that don’t seem possible. We’ll randomly select a winner from the comments. Good luck!
Check Emily and Elise out at http://www.scorchedsheets.com
Eden/Eve: Today we have our fellow Diva, author Lillian Grant, and we’re poppin’ her Smutketeer cherry for the holidays! (I have no idea what cherries and the holidays have to do with each other but it sounded smutty, didn’t it…? *G*). Lillian is a newer author, and one we think you all should meet. I LOVE that she wrote about a 40 year old woman and a younger man-there’s no reason why our heroines have to all be 25, I say! And as a woman in her 40′s who found romance two years ago with a much younger man, I *know* that romance can happen at any age and that age really can be nothing more than a number, so thank you, Lillian! Okay, enough of my babbling-on with the show!
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I can’t tell you what an honor it is to be contributing something to the Smuketeers ‘blog and how grateful I am to have been let loose.
I thought it would be interesting to blog about how hard it is to break into erotica, no pun intended. When I wrote my first book it really wasn’t erotica. Nancy and Jake were no shrinking violets, but the sex was very, very, very tame. Before my publisher would offer me a contract they wanted me to sex it up…a lot!
My story follows 10 days in the life of a woman on the cusp of turning forty. Just when she thinks life is over she finds herself being pursued by a man fourteen years her junior. So, you would think you could have her jump in boots and all but her husband left her for a younger model and she barely remembers sex. She even gave up reading erotica because it depressed her. Extremely self conscious of her aging body, and nervous about her abilities between the sheets, there were limits on what I could do if I wanted to keep the story believable.
Every facet of the story builds on Nancy coming out of her shell and rediscovering herself, and her sex life is a big part of the journey. In her first sexual encounter with Jake she is shy, hesitant and totally out of her depth, but as their relationship continues I needed to take her along a path to finding a new woman. I could have chosen to include toys, or some BDSM, or kink, but Nancy didn’t seem that kind of girl. It would have been too big a leap in the period of time the novel covers.
Instead I choose a story line where she gradually takes control of her body and his. Her sexual adventure begins with her wanting to keep the lights off and the curtains drawn. As the story continues, we find her seducing Jake in a study room at the library where she works and then crawling under the table at an expensive restaurant and giving him a blow job. They also got sprung making out in an elevator. When a reviewer commented that she intended to revisit the library scene many times I knew I had got it right. A book with plain vanilla sex doesn’t sound very exciting but there is something extremely erotic about sexual tension slowly coming to the boil then adding the danger of being caught in the act in public.
So, if you were writing a book where the big thing was risk taking in public, where would you have your couples making love?
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, NANCY TOBIN
by Lillian Grant
Available now! LooseId * Amazon * ARe
Suddenly single on the eve of her fortieth birthday, Nancy Tobin’s not sure turning middle-aged is worth celebrating. She’s stuck in a dead-end job as the boss’s bitch with only her morose Labrador for a companion. What does she have to party about? Maybe if she ignores the whole birthday thing, it will just go away.
Hot, twenty-six-year-old Jake Turner has other ideas. When he bumps into Nancy at the library, he sees a woman in need of a wake-up call. Determined to unleash the beauty hidden beneath the sad façade, he schemes to relight her spark. He wants to give her a birthday to remember but he ends up being the one who can’t forget: a visit to his apartment becomes a weekend in his bed where he discovers an offbeat, unpredictable, sexually adventurous woman he never wants to let go.
With Jake, Nancy can do anything, her life can be whatever she chooses. But this new and exciting relationship teeters on the edge of destruction when her soon-to-be ex-husband reveals the reason for Jake’s initial interest in her. Can Nancy trust Jake when he finally tells her he loves her?
EXCERPT-(X-Rated-just the way we like it!):
Jake rolled over, gently stroking her face and neck. He rested his warm fingers on her pulse point as he massaged her earlobe with this thumb. Frozen in the moment, Nancy continued to stare at the ceiling. She swallowed and blinked away the tears that threatened to spill onto her cheeks. His touch soothed her. He must want to break the news to her gently. No matter how tender he was, though, she couldn’t bring herself to look at him.
His warm breath moved her hair and tickled her cheek, his voice a husky whisper in her ear. “Nancy, look at me.”
Slowly turning her head, she stared at him as she waited for the other shoe to fall. No point in putting it off, it had only been a matter of time before he saw the light and wanted to call the whole thing off. No doubt he had finally realized making love to her would be like screwing his mother.
“Take your dress off.”
She wrinkled her brow as her brain tried to compute the command. “What?”
“I don’t want to ruin it, and I don’t want to wrestle you out of the damn thing.”
A grin twitched at the corners of his mouth and spread to his eyes. “Really, but I can only wait so long — then the dress gets it.”
Nancy scrambled to her feet, her dress bunching around her hips. Jake’s gaze followed her hands as she smoothed the fabric over her thighs. He rolled onto his back and winked at her. Nancy dithered. If only he hadn’t stopped. Her insides twisted into knots. She was decidedly uncomfortable at the thought of being his personal stripper. Jake’s dark gaze drifted from her face to her breasts and back again. Her stomach churned with a mixture of excitement at the prospect of what lay ahead, and fear. Fear he would be disappointed when he finally saw her naked. She lifted a hand to her mouth and chewed on her thumbnail.
Jake got to his feet and, without a word, unbuckled his belt. The butterflies in Nancy’s stomach became a stampede of buffalo. He slowly slid his pants down his legs until they dropped to the floor along with his boxer shorts. Other than his socks, he now stood naked from the waist down. The front of his shirt tented as his erect cock pressed against the soft cotton fabric. One flick of her hand and she could free him and see what she had to play with. She dropped her hand from her mouth, yearning to reach out but balked at the thought of being quite so bold. She slowly devoured him with her gaze, moving from his white-socked feet to his strong thighs. She looked higher, and she bit her bottom lip at the sight of his heavy testicles hanging below the hem of his shirt. When she finally reached Jake’s face, he rewarded her with a slow, lopsided grin. Her heart raced, and a matching pulse beat in her crotch. She lowered her eyes. Could she do this?
Jake reached out and pulled Nancy closer. With his hands on her shoulders, he stepped behind her and unzipped her dress. He trailed his fingers across her naked back, and she shivered. When he pushed the soft velvet down her arms, she let it slide off and pool around her feet. She tilted her head to the side as Jake nuzzled her neck and playfully nipped her earlobe. The sharp pain released a wave of pure lust that rolled through her center. His erection pressed against her backside. Unable to hold back, she let out a low moan. Her whole body throbbed with desire, every nerve ending highly sensitized. His touch made her nipples tighten and her pussy quiver. Freed from the dress, she turned to face him, fighting the desire to hide her scantily clad breasts with her arms so he wouldn’t be disappointed. But he smiled at her, his dark eyes mesmerizing, his erection standing prouder than before. The sight of her seminaked boobs hadn’t cooled his ardor in the least. The thought of being impaled on him made her groin muscles spasm. Even partially covered, he was stunning, and she wondered if his erect cock reached his belly button.
He wiggled a finger and raised an eyebrow suggestively. “Come here.”
With one small step, Nancy slid into his embrace and lifted her face up to look at him. He nipped her lips with his teeth, then slanted his mouth over hers, demanding entrance with this tongue. She buried her hands deep in his soft, dark hair. Every thrust of his warm tongue caused her insides to tighten with desire, and she gripped his head, determined to hold on to him forever. She only became aware he had unhooked her bra when he broke the kiss and stepped back from her, taking the lacy garment with him. He dropped his prize to the floor with a look of triumph and fell to his knees to cup her breasts. When he grazed her nipples with his thumbs she leaned forward to rest her hands on his shoulders, forgetting to breathe. He flicked one with his tongue before biting gently with his teeth. Nancy dug her nails into his skin and leaned harder on him for support, the throb between her thighs making her light-headed and weak at the knees. Her reaction brought another nip. Jake’s hum of approval echoed her moan. He gently massaged the dark brown bud with his tongue. After dropping a slow, languid kiss on each breast, he lifted his gaze to hers and smiled.
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Eden/Eve: Whew-someone hand me a fan! And while I’m colling off, let’s get to know Lillian a bit better with some of the Smutketeers standard nosy questions:
Beer or Girly drink with an umbrella? Beer
Vanilla or chocolate? Chocolate every time
Hugs or Kisses? Kisses
Boxers, briefs or commando? Those tighty whity figure hugging boxers
Steak or sushi? Steak
Jeans or stilettos? Jeans
Quiet dinner in front of the fire or hot night on the town? Quiet dinner
Tropical beach or mountain cabin vacation? Tropical beach preferably with a cabana boy :) (the Smutketeers LOVE this answer!)
CONTEST: We’re making it easy-just comment here and answer Lillian’s question above-one commenter will win a copy of Lillian’s book, HAPPY BIRTHDAY, NANCY TOBIN! We’ll announce a winner here tomorrow night in the comments section, so be sure to check back!
Meanwhile, you can visit Lillian’s website: www.lilliangrant.com to read more about her.
I want to thank everyone for entering the contest – I really loved reading your answers regarding your belief in fate. Some of them were so romantic!
Okay on with the good stuff. The winner of a copy of Under My Umbrella is…
Congrats! Please email me at karen.e.erickson @ gmail.com (minus spaces) and let me know what format you’d prefer.
Hope everyone has a happy holiday!
My last release for 2010 is finally here! Baby, Don’t Lose My Number is now available! It’s the second novella in the Fated series (Under My Umbrella being the first) and in celebration of its release I’m having a contest!
Never press the “ignore” button on love…
Fated, Book 2
In these uncertain times, Mia Skinner’s Blackberry is her lifeline to independence…and a twenty-four/seven chain to her overbearing boss. When she loses it on a girls’ night out, it’s a disaster with pink slip written all over it—until she takes a chance and calls her number. And ends up talking to Mr. Sexiest-Voice-Alive.
The moment Jacob Miller lays eyes on the phone’s beautiful owner, a bolt of lust makes him want to make a sexy mess of her tidy outfit and perfectly straight hair. Which is a good sign. It means he’s almost fully recovered from a near-debilitating construction accident. Perhaps a little horizontal healing will get him back on his feet for good.
As their passion burns bright and hot, a funny thing happens. Mia’s ignoring her phone—and Jake’s the one itching to get back to work. But he’s building a plan that’ll let her hang up on her increasingly creepy boss for good. If Mia’s willing to meet him in the middle.
(You can find it at Samhain, Amazon and Barnes & Noble)
Who wants to win a copy of Under My Umbrella (first in the Fated series)? Just answer the following question:
Do you believe in fate? That you and a certain someone were meant to be (or will be)?
One lucky commenter will be chosen to win! The contest closes Wednesday, December 22nd at 8 p.m. pacific! The winner will be announced here on the blog.
Want to read an excerpt of Baby…? Here ya go!
The second they climbed into the truck Jake hauled her to him, his mouth fused with hers. The kiss had been brutal, possessive, delicious, wondrous. Like nothing she’d ever experienced before. She’d returned it with equal enthusiasm, her tongue wrapped around his, her hands buried in his silky soft hair as she held him to her.
Yes, she’d made out with a man she barely knew in her boss’s driveway. She could hardly recognize herself.
After a few lustful minutes they’d finally come to their senses and came up for air. With a quick kiss he pulled away from her and put the truck into gear then tore out of the driveway with a speed that surprised her. She remained silent in the passenger seat, stealing glances in his direction every few minutes. Admired his strong, handsome profile, the sharp angle of his nose and the sweet softness of his lips.
Her mouth still tingled from their fevered kiss. She touched them, noted their swollenness and she looked at him again. Realized the truck had come to a stop at a red light and he was staring at her as if he wanted to devour her whole.
Moisture flooded her between her legs and she swallowed hard, tore her gaze from his.
What was happening between them? She’d known him…not quite two days. Their dinner date last night had been fun, the connection between them instant, the conversation easy. Hence, the reason she’d asked him to accompany her today.
But what they were experiencing at this very moment, this all-consuming heat it was…odd. Exhilarating. And undeniably exciting.
“If you don’t want to do this, just say so.” He sounded edgy, upset and she turned to find him staring straight ahead. His jaw rock hard, his hands gripping the steering wheel tight as he waited for the light to turn green.
“Wh—what do you mean?”
“You look upset. I shouldn’t have pushed you.”
“Maybe I pushed you.”
He glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, his brows lowered. “You didn’t push me.”
Mia sighed. “I’m trying to tell you that I wanted this. That I still want this.” She immediately bit her lip, surprised she admitted it.
This was certainly a day for revelation.
His mouth curved into the faintest smile, and he pressed the gas when the light switched to green. “You won’t regret it.” This was a statement, not a question.
“I know I won’t.”
Jake drew in a sharp breath. “You are a constant surprise.”
“Is that a good thing?”
“Very much a good thing,” he murmured. “Come here.”
She frowned, waved at the console between them. “How?”
With a flick of his wrist he tugged on a strap and the console went up, turning it into a bench seat. He patted the empty space next to him. “Sit closer to me.”
Without a word she undid her seatbelt and slid across the seat, nestling herself next to him. She pulled the lap belt across her front and clicked it into the latch, her arm bumping against his. His hand rested on top of her knee, pushing aside the hem of her dress so he could touch her bare flesh.
Her knee jumped at the contact, making him chuckle.
“Your skin is so soft.” He kept his voice pitched low as he stroked her, innocent touches above her knee though she knew his intentions were anything but innocent. Staring straight ahead, he kept his gaze locked on the road, turning with ease onto the ramp that led to the freeway.
As he merged onto the interstate he continued to touch her, his hand sliding up the inside of her thigh, his fingers tickling her skin. She grabbed his wrist, stopping his ascent and he sent her a questioning look.
“You’re driving,” she explained, ignoring the breathless quality of her voice. “Maybe we should wait.” She didn’t want to wait. She was just being…prudent.
His hand slid up farther, despite her hold on his wrist. It was almost as if she was guiding him to the very heart of her. Which maybe—unconsciously—she was. “Just seeing if you have any panties on under there.”
“Of course I have panties on.” She was shocked at his statement, at the bold move he made. Shocked and aroused because wouldn’t it be fun to wear a dress with no panties on and let him discover on his own when his hands dived beneath her skirt?
She shivered at the delicious thought.
“Hmm, I’m not surprised. Cotton or lace? Or maybe satin?”
His questions as he continued to drive drove her a little crazy. He behaved as if nothing unusual was happening. “Cotton and lace.”
Eden/Eve: Hey there, Smutkedettes, the Smutketeers are thrilled to have our friend and author Kris Cook with us today! Many of you may know him from his very busy and popular chatters group, so for some he’ll be a familiar face, but for those of you who don’t know Kris, he is a such a great guy! He’s one of the rare male authors who can write erotic romance women will enjoy, as well as being the kind of guy we all feel comfortable with. So, here’s your chance to get to know him and his books a little-and if you need more you can always join his chatters group!
Twin Werewolves for the Holidays! Yes! Yes! Yes!
Thanks to the Smutketeers for letting me guest here. I’m a lurker, so I know for a fact that they are on Santa’s Naughty list – Woohoo! I sure enjoy reading the postings and the books these incredible writers give us.
Anyway, my book SECRET CRAVINGS: Texas Wolf Pack is my attempt at a Christmas novella. Put me on Santa’s Naughty list, too. LOL! It’s a quick read. I’m working on another one in the series (non-holiday). Where SC m/f/m is more of a reunion book, PRIMAL HEAT m/f is darker and has lots of BDSM.
Here’s an excerpt (ADULT!!) from SECRET CRAVINGS:
“Sweetheart, the truth is that tonight, I’m going to show you how much you really mean to me. For what I’ve put you through, you deserve nothing less. You’re so amazing, I can’t get enough…” his words trailed off as he stroked her hair.
She closed her eyes and pressed her head into his chest. He carried her down the hall to the bedroom, and placed her on the bed. She felt his fingers on her cheek, and she opened her eyes.
“Your scent is driving me wild. I’m going to lick up every drop of your pussy’s cream.” Troy smiled. The way he looked at her left her heart stuttering and her head spinning. She wanted him more than anything in the world. But he’d hurt her once before, and if they made love, wouldn’t that open her up to more pain, deeper pain?
She needed her sanity that somehow had suddenly fled the room. She placed her hand on his shoulder. “Troy, don’t you think that—”
In a flash, he kissed her once again, silencing her protests, sliding the tip of his tongue over her lips. When he plunged in deeper into her mouth, she shivered with delight.
When his kiss left her mouth, he began devouring her neck. “I will get what I want, sweetheart. You’re mine tonight. Your pussy is mine, too. I can’t wait to fill up your cunt and feel your slippery insides clenching around my dick.”
His words threatened to drive her over the brink into lusty madness. Her body temperature rose. “Sex? That’s what you want?”
“I want you, Kate.” His hot breath hit the skin on her neck like a torch. “I have for a very long time.”
She loved hearing his admission of wanting her. Hadn’t she also wanted him? Yes. Denial would be foolish.
In seconds, he stripped her of all her clothes, including her panties. Oh God! She knew she should resist, but all she desired to do was submit.
She felt his fingertips on the sides of her breasts, and her ache shot up.
“Kate, your body is so perfect. I’ve dreamed about this so many nights, and now it’s finally real.” His hands wandered down the curve of her waist, slow and easy. “Your pretty pussy screams to be pleasured. I’m going to taste your cunt’s sweet juice until you’re begging me for release.”
The more he talked about what he was going to do to her, the more she craved. She bit her lip, hoping to slow the growing thirst inside her. Every nerve ending sparked with electricity.
Troy moved his fingers down her hips, over her thighs, massaging gently along the journey. He knew just how to raise her desires to the brim. She craved to have him touch her pussy, but his hand only came within a hair’s breadth, adding to her suffering.
“Darlin’, you’re fucking unbelievable.” His yellow eyes met hers, voracious and intense.
Tremors rolled through her as she imagined what it would feel like to have him plunge deep into her body. Her heartbeat raced. She wouldn’t hold back. Tomorrow, sanity might return and she could deal with any regrets. Tonight, Troy desired her and she him. “Well, if we’re going to do this, shouldn’t you be out of your clothes, too?”
“Oh, we’re going to do this all right. Don’t doubt that, Kate.” Troy shed his clothes in short order and tossed them to the floor.
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All you have to do to win is comment here-I’ll give away a digital copy of any one of my books to one lucky winner! You can find my books HERE.
The winner will be announced here in the comments section tomorrow night, so be sure to check back!
Happy Holidays! – Kris
You can buy Kris’s books on Amazon or B&N, or visit his website for more info!
RG the Smutty Xmas Elf: You came, you sang, you won prizes. Thank you for making this December amazing and fun for The Smutketeers!! Happy Holidays! (and keep visiting, we have more coming soon)
For the 1st Day of Xmas, winning Karen Erickson’s print book Playing with Fire and a pair of sexy dice is Erika Williamson
2nd Day of Xmas, winning the pair of furry handcuffs and a copy of signed copy of Enemy Overnight by Robin L. Rotham is Karin T.
3rd Day of Xmas, winning chocolate body paint and a signed copy of Sexy Beast 9 with Crystal Jordan is Dana M
4th Day of Xmas, winning a feather tickler and your choice of ebook or paperback copy of Strange Neighbors by Ashlyn Chase is Anne
5th Day of Xmas, winning a vibrating cock ring (hehe) and a signed copy of debut Eve Berlin book Pleasure’s Edge is Denise Tobar
6th Day of Xmas, winning a bullet vibe and your choice of ebook from Lilli Feisty is Zina
7th Day of Xmas, winning pink satin mask and your choice of ebook from Jaci Burton’s backlist or $20 Amazon gift card is Cecile
8th Day of Xmas, winning Kama Sutra massage oil and a signed copy of Larissa Ione’s Sin Undone (or the first book in the series) is Lindsey
9th Day of Xmas, winning blue shower dildo and your choice of any ebook from backlist, or signed print copy of Twilight Guardian/Midnight Falls or Possess Me OR a $20 Amazon gift card is Katherine (post 11-for being brave enough to admit she wouldn’t mind winning the big blue thing lol)
10th Day of Xmas, winning the anal beads and a signed copy of two books, Lords of Passion AND Simply Insatiable is Michelle C.
11th Day of Xmas, winning Santa’s sparkly G-string and a ecopy of Going Down by Shelli Stevens is Ivelisse
12th Day of Xmas, winning 12 pack of flavored lube and your choice of anything in Melissa Schroeder’s ebook backlist or the print versions of A little Harmless Pleasure or Conquering India is Lisa B.
Wooohoo! Thanks again! Winners- send me your email and snail mail addresses at firstname.lastname@example.org , along with your choices (if you were given one) And I will get the info along to the proper Xmas elves.
RG the Smutty Xmas Elf-signing out
Winners will be announced shortly. But for now-I put together the whole song for you to sing. :)
The 1st Dirty Day of Xmas, from Smutketeers to you- A brand new Smutketeer to looooove.
The next Dirty Day of Xmas, thought I was seeing two- a pair of fuzzy handcuffs, and a brand new Smutketeer to loooooove.
The 3rd Dirty Day of Xmas, ménage a trios pour vous, chocolate body painting, red fuzzy handcuffs, and a brand new Smutketeer to looooove.
The 4th Dirty Day of Xmas, oh can I have one too? A sassy feather tickler, chocolate flavored goodness, handcuffs red and fuzzy and a brand new Smutketeer to looooove.
The 5th Dirty Day of Xmas, to this you’ll say, “I do”
FIIIIIIVE GOOOLDEEEEN RIIIIINGS (hold the note) okay its actually only one but it vibrates and it’s for a man’s…you knooooow. :) one feather tickler, sticky chocolate art, bondage just for fun—and a brand new Smutketeer to loooooove.
The 6th Dirty Day of Xmas, Feisty’s here it’s true. A bullet for her pleasure
Viiiibrating Cock Riiiiiing
Tickle me with this, paint me with that, bondage just for fun—and a brand new Smutketeer to looooooove.
7th Dirty Day of Xmas, do you see what I do? A mask to match the handcuffs, bullet vibe from Feisty
Viiiiibrating Cock Riiiiiiing
Feather ticklin’s fun, painting chocolate buns, handcuffs for your hon—and a brand new Smutketeer to looooooove.
The 8th Dirty Day of Xmas, Larissa we love you. Kama sutra oil, a mask that’s made of satin, bullet vibe from Feisty
Viiiiiibrating Cock Riiiiiing
Don’t tickle me there, Chocolate’s in my hair, handcuffed to the chair—and a brand new Smutketeer to loooooove
The 9th Dirty Day of Xmas, now we have something blue, a shower toy with suction, sweet oil for massaging, mask that’s not for sleeping, bullet vibe from Feisty
Viiiiibrating Cock Riiiiing
Feathers get me hot, chocolate hits the spot, handcuffs don’t unknot—and a brand new Smutketeer to loooooove.
The 10th Dirty Day of Xmas, the ends nearly in view, anal beads for starters, blue shower dildo, kama sutra oil, masks are pretty kinky, bullet vibes are Feisty
Viiiiibrating Cock Riiiiiing
Role play as a maid, chocolate gets men laid, I will be obeyed—and a brand new Smutketeer to looooove.
11th Dirty Day of Xmas, are you still there, yoohoo?
Santa wears a g-string, anal beads are pretty, when you’re in the shower, washin’ off massage oil, blinded by the satin, using Feisty’s bullet
Viiiiibrating Cock Riiiiing (that never gets old)
Feather tickled hips, cocoa flavored lips, who forgot the whips?—and a brand new Smutketeer to looooooove.
Last Dirty Day of Xmas, with this we say adieu—a 12 pack of flavors, g-string small and sparkly, beads to wear in private, seven inches of blue, please let me massage you, mask to match the handcuffs, bullet vibe from Feisty
Viiiiibrating Cock Riiiing
Feather tickler play, eat me everyday, make sure I don’t stray—and a brand new Smutketeer to loooooooooove
Thank you all for being a part of our special holiday celebration!
RG the Smutty Xmas Elf: We’re at the last day already?! But I was having fun! I think we should change the song next year. There should be 15 dirty days…maybe 20. (then again, that’s a whole lotta sex toys.) At least we get to say goodbye with our dear friend Melissa Schroeder. And…ya know…more singing. hehe
Last Dirty Day of Xmas, with this we say adieu—a 12 pack of flavors, g-string small and sparkly, beads to wear in private, 7 inches of blue, please let me massage you, mask to match the handcuffs, bullet vibe from Feisty
Viiiiibrating Cock Riiiing
Feather tickler play, eat me everyday, make sure I don’t stray—and a brand new Smutketeer to loooooooooove!
Melissa: Happy Holidays, everyone! First a big wet kiss to our Smutketeers for having me here as part of the Xmas celebration. You ladies are the best.
I have to announce to the world, that except for the adopted dog daughter, I have FINISHED CHRISTMAS SHOPPING. This is the first time I have been able to announce that. I finally planned this year, and got things done early. Now, all I have to do is wrap all of it, OY!
If you haven’t met me before, my name is Melissa Schroeder and I write books from sensual to erotic and in time periods from historical through futuristic. I am published with several publishers but mainly write for Samhain and Siren. If you haven’t hooked up with me online, check me out at the following places:
I have two current releases right now, and they both take place in Hawaii! So, if you are in a dreary, cold area, make sure to check them out for an escape. Oh, and all my titles at Bookstrand from Siren Publishing are going to be 15% off until the 20th and be sure to stop by my blog for the big contest I am posting each day. A $25 GC is up for grabs each day.
A Little Harmless Lie
AMAZON B AND N MBAM BOB MOBI
Falling for her might be easy, seducing her may be damned hard, but keeping her alive might just be deadly.
Coming from nothing, Micah Ross now has more than he knows what to do with. His Hawai’i BDSM club is flourishing, and he has his pick of women. Except one. Dee Sumners is cute, sexy, feisty…and, since she’s on his payroll, off-limits. Plus, she insists she isn’t into the life. Until one heated kiss hints that his head bartender secretly hungers to be his sub.
Life on the run doesn’t allow Dee to indulge in long-term relationships. Still, Micah manages to work his way through her tough armor and under her skin. Yet even as she succumbs to his skilled seduction, her survival instinct forms a plan to leave the island she has grown to love—and the man she’s in danger of loving.
When Dee disappears, Micah’s anger turns to fear when he realizes she didn’t leave willingly. Calling on his skills as a former bounty hunter, he tracks her to the mainland only to discover she is entangled in a web of lies and deceit that not only threatens their love, but her life.
Warning: The book contains more Hawaiian settings, a Native American Dom who always thinks he’s right, a woman on the run, sexy kisses, murderous relatives, a trip to Sin City, and a seduction that is sweet and hot and everything in between. Ice water and a towel are recommended while reading.
She smiled. “Odd that you seem to know some of my favorite foods.”
He said nothing.
“So, been spying on me?”
He laughed as he stood and took both their plates. “No. Your friend Keisha was happy to help in my date plans.”
She could feel a flush of heat fill her face. “Trying to win the pool.”
“Nothing.” She watched him as he cut a generous portion of the cheesecake. He returned to the table and slid into the chair beside her with one plate and a seductive smile. She didn’t know which tempted her more, the man or the cake.
“You’re not going to have any?” she asked.
He nodded. “We’ll share.” He cut off a piece.
And then his gaze followed the fork as he moved it to her lips. He didn’t mean to feed her, did he?
Well, crap. Fear and arousal twisted through her. She didn’t want this. It was almost too…intimate. This was all about proving she wasn’t for him, but no matter what, he kept slinking past her defenses.
She shook her head.
“You want some, you better open up.”
She frowned as butterflies fluttered in her tummy.
“I told you, some things are better when someone does them for you.”
The way his voice rolled over those words, she knew the meaning behind them. She would have to be an idiot not to understand. She wanted to refuse. Being fed by a man was…a little bit too much for her to take. He slid the fork along her bottom lip. The scent of the graham cracker crust and the sweetness of the cake filled her head. She raised her gaze to his. His attention was on her mouth.
“Open up, baby. You won’t regret it.”
Yearning for the cake, for the man in front of her, had her head spinning. Never in all her twenty-seven years had she wanted someone so much. He hadn’t really tried to seduce her, and she was ready to jump up on the table and offer her body to him. But she kept all this inside, locked away, because it was better that he never know what was going on in her head. A man like Micah Ross might be good, but he definitely would use it against her to get her into bed.
Her name snapped out. Not loudly, not enough to scare her. But enough to let her know that he was not happy with her. She should take exception to his tone, the way it bit out from between his teeth. Instead, she found herself wanting to please him as her nipples hardened. She opened her mouth and he slipped the dreamy dessert between her lips. The sweetness exploded over her tongue. God, it had been a long time since she’d had good cheesecake. She could pay for the good stuff. She had the money to spend on air-shipped cheesecake. But she knew she would eat the whole damn cake by herself. She opened her eyes to find Micah watching her, his face flush, his gaze intent on her mouth. The air between them thickened. Everything in her tightened, her hormones dancing.
She swallowed the bite. Before she could say anything, he had another bite for her. He held it in front of her mouth.
“Aren’t you going to have any?”
He shook his head, said nothing. She got the feeling he was holding on to an invisible thread of control. From watching her eat cheesecake?
She wanted to refuse him, wanted to tell him one bite was enough. But…she couldn’t. As she opened her mouth, she gave in to the delightful treat. Damn, the airiness was just like New York, just the right amount of sugar, the crust substantial, but not overwhelming the cake itself.
She had barely swallowed the second bite when he had another at her mouth. She took it this time without hesitation, closing her eyes and humming. The fork clattered on the plate. It was the only warning she got. She opened her eyes to find Micah reaching for her, pulling her out of her chair and onto his lap.
He crashed his mouth down onto hers, his tongue sweeping in and taking immediate possession. Like every time he kissed her, it set off an explosion within her. She didn’t resist, couldn’t. As her head spun, she slipped her hands through the silky strands of his hair, and tried to move closer. Her breasts ached, her nipples painfully hard. She turned in his lap to press her chest against his, trying her best to gain some relief.
He groaned and tightened his hold. The sound of it came from deep within him as if he were in pain. It touched something in her, had her heart beating so hard she was amazed she didn’t pass out.
She slipped her tongue against his and his hands convulsed on her waist. Damn this felt good, right. Nothing had ever felt this right before. In all her times with men, before and after the incident, she had held herself back, made sure she didn’t lose her head. But this time, this one time, she didn’t want to stop. She wanted it to keep going—needed to feel his body on hers, in hers. She shifted in his lap and felt his erection. It should be a sign to run, to not get in deep with this man. But she wanted him. Wanted everything he could offer her, take from her. Nothing in her life had ever been so important. She wanted him. Now.
Mele Kalikimaka, Baby
Hawaiian Holidays #1
Now on Sale at Bookstrand!
When Sophia Cantwell gets stuck working in Hawaii on Christmas, she isn’t too happy. She doesn’t like trying to buy land from a Hawaiian family, especially when she is convinced that her company isn’t being ethical. When she is confronted at the airport by the landowner’s grandsons, cousins Maleko and Jack Akaka, she doesn’t expect the jolt of arousal or the instant attraction. And she doesn’t expect them to insist that she stay at the family’s condos.
Mal and Jack have shared women before and have thought about getting that one special woman for the two of them. Both of them are surprised that she turns out to be an uptight, corporate go-getter. But the three of them cannot ignore their attraction, and a night out in Honolulu turns into a night in bed for all of them.
But when Sophia’s ex-lover and boss arrives unexpectedly, will she be able to walk away from her dreams of climbing the corporate ladder, or will she lose Mal and Jack?
Sex On the Beach
Hawaiian Holidays #2
Coming Dec 30th from Siren Publishing
Edwina Mitchell, Eddie to her friends, doesn’t think she can have happily ever after. The only time she has been in love, it involved two men. When those two men pop back up into her life, she realizes she might have been wrong to let love slip away.
And, hey, why not give away a book?? Just comment and get your choice of anything in my backlist in digital, or your choice of A Little Harmless Pleasure or Conquering India in print. Good Luck!
RG the Smutty Xmas Elf: * tipsy humming* He sees you when you’re sleeping, he knows when you’re awake…wait, does that freak anybody else out? Or, if you’re an exhibitionist, it might turn you on. But that’s a debate for another time. For now, guess who is here? Shelli Stevens!! Yay!! Now let’s sing another song that’s not about voyeurism. (don’t worry, it still has toys in it)
11th Dirty Day of Xmas, are you still there, yoohoo?
Santa wears a g-string, anal beads are pretty, when you’re in the shower, washin’ off massage oil, blinded by the satin, using Feisty’s bullet
Viiiiibrating Cock Riiiiing (that never gets old)
Feather tickled hips, cocoa flavored lips, who forgot the whips?—and a brand new Smutketeer to looooooove.
Shelli: Who’s your Hero?
Hey Smutketeers, thanks for having me here today!
Well I’m super excited for Command and Control, the second novella in my Holding out for a Hero series! It comes out December 21st (actually Karen and I share a release day!).
I wrote this series because it seems like many women enjoy romances about a man in a heroic career. Including myself . This series follows three brothers in a small town, each whom decided to go into a heroic career (Sheriff, Army, Firefighter), and their journey in finding love.
I’ll be giving away a copy of Going Down today, which is the first novella in the series (the Sheriff’s story!). But here’s a peek at book two, Command and Control (Army guy!).
He’s afraid of losing his grip. She’s about to untie his last knot…
Holding Out for a Hero, Book 2
Megan Asher has a thriving career, looks, self-confidence to spare. It all means little without the love of her life. Trevor has returned from deployment in Afghanistan a haunted man, emotionally distant and unwilling to connect—except in bed. Then even that fragile thread snaps. Brokenhearted, she is forced to call off their wedding and, after a few months’ separation, try to move on.
With every aspect of his life spinning out of his once-legendary control, Trevor Wyatt convinces himself that Megan is better off—and safer—as far away from his demons as possible. Until he comes back to town for his brother’s wedding, and discovers Megan is dating.
Suddenly realizing what he’s thrown away, he vows to breach the fortress she’s built around her heart. They come together in a cataclysm of rekindled passion that unleashes the very demons he never wanted her to witness.
Back to square one, Megan realizes she must take the ultimate risk to slip past Trevor’s defenses. Give him control in the one place she can. The bedroom. The seductive move is one she prays will be the first step in helping heal him and their love.
Coming December 21st from Samhain Publishing.
“Why are you here, Trevor?” she asked again.
“You’ll have to tell him no.”
Megan stilled. “Excuse me?”
“Henry boy. You’ll have to tell him that you can’t have dinner with him tonight.”
This time she let out a slow, throaty laugh that had his eyes darkening further.
“And why is that?” she asked.
“Because you’re having dinner with me.”
The hell she was. Megan let the smile on her face become a bit sympathetic.
“I find it best not to go to dinner with my exes,” she murmured and pushed back her chair to stand. “Now if you’ll excuse me—”
“Because there’s so many of them? Exes?” Trevor asked, standing as well and blocking her escape from where she’d been about to slip past him. “We were together for two years and before that, I remember you saying there was no one serious.”
Annoyance sparked in her belly and it pricked her to realize she probably wasn’t hiding it from her eyes now. “This is all a bit irrelevant, Trevor. I’m not having dinner with you.”
He slowly made his way around her desk, and she took a few steps backward, her pulse quickening and her mouth going dry.
“Come on, angel, just admit it,” he said softly, advancing upon her. “The idea of dinner with Henry does nothing for you.”
“Henry happens to be a very nice man,” she said quickly, her back literally against the wall now.
Oh God, if he came any closer—and there, damn it he did! Their knees were nearly bumping now. She drew in a sharp breath, but it only filled her head with the scent of him. His shampoo and soap that was painfully familiar. The faint hint of his cologne. Megan had the urge to nuzzle his neck, to flick her tongue and see if he still tasted the same.
You’re crazy, Megan, get it together.
“Tell me about this Henry guy,” he commanded softly, his gaze sliding over her face, searching her eyes. “Does he wear starched suits and bowties?”
“Actually, he doesn’t.” They were just regular ties.
Her heart thumped wildly against her rib cage and the proximity of his body to hers had every tiny hair on the back of her neck lifting up in awareness. Why oh why didn’t she share an office with anyone? Most of her days were spent on the phone with clients, answering e-mails or doing paperwork, but very rarely did anyone come in.
She was alone with Trevor unless she forced him to leave. And right now—though her brain was screaming at her to throw him out on his cocky ass—her body was begging him to stay. To stop just looking at her and to touch her. Because she missed him so much. She missed being held in his arms and kissing him. Touching him. Talking…though the talking had ended long before the kissing had.
Every muscle in her body was coiled with tension. With need.
“I’ve always loved you like this, Megan.” He reached out and traced the lapel of her blazer. “But you know that, don’t you? All prim and proper in your trim little suits.”
“Nobody could possibly know by looking at you just what a little animal you are in bed,” he muttered thickly, his fingers gliding back up her lapel and then inward, to trace the neckline of her silk camisole. “How when you come hard you can scar up a man’s back with those claws of yours.”
His words had her biting back a throaty moan. Even as her nipples tightened and dampness gathered in her panties. She could see it in her head. Could almost feel his cock pounding into her again as the weight of his body pinned hers to the bed.
No, sex won’t fix anything.
“Remember that time when we first started dating, when I fucked you in this office?” he asked. “When I bent you over that desk right over there, lifted your skirt, pushed those tiny panties you love to wear aside and just took you?”
Her sex clenched with an ache to be filled, because she did remember. But she shook her head, trying to make him stop verbalizing such a sensual memory.
“Remember how you begged me, angel?” He smiled. “’Cause I sure do.”
“Does Henry make you feel like this? Does he know that kissing the small of your back makes you whimper like a bitch in heat?” His voice dropped an octave as his finger dipped under the neckline of her top to caress the swell of her breasts.
Push him away. Tell him to stop. But she couldn’t. Didn’t want to.
“Or when he’s sucking on your tits, are you biting your tongue not to call out my name?”
“Trevor,” she pleaded huskily, arching into his touch.
“Yeah. Just like that.” And then his head descended, his mouth slanting across hers.
Megan couldn’t have resisted even if she’d wanted to. She cried out as his lips plundered her, as his tongue thrust fiercely against hers as if to remind her just who was kissing her. As if she could ever, ever forget.
RG the Smutty Xmas Elf: Woohoo! Kate Pearce and Dirty Day 10! The Smutketeers have a definite soft spot for this author. She sets all the truly sexy trends. That’s why we saved one of the kinkiest gifts for her. hehe.
The 10th Dirty Day of Xmas, the ends nearly in view,
anal beads for starters, blue shower dildo, kama sutra oil, masks are pretty kinky, bullet vibes are Feisty
Viiiiibrating Cock Riiiiiing
Role play as a maid, chocolate gets men laid, I will be obeyed—
and a brand new Smutketeer to looooove.
Kate: Thanks for inviting me Smutties!! And Happy Holidays to everyone!
Every so often I hear an erotic romance writer sigh and say, “I can’t stand the thought of writing another sex scene. I’m gonna write Amish bonnet rippers instead.” (Or something along those lines) And I’m always surprised, because for me, writing the sex scenes is still my most favorite part of the book. I just love getting into all that hot, sweaty, touchy-feely kinky stuff.
And I have no idea why or where it comes from. Everyone who meets me and finds out I’m a writer immediately assumes I write children’s books. Um, not ‘quite’. I think I was born with a dirty mind and that’s okay. Not many people get paid to make stuff up, especially really kinky stuff.
Crystal Jordan recently pointed out to me that all the men in my Simply series are either gay or bisexual. (I’m sure there are a couple of straight guys somewhere? LOL) I put that down to English public schools. (btw, public schools in England are actually private and fee-paying.) Did you know that the term ‘fag’ comes from the English public school tradition of a younger boy ‘fagging’ for an older boy? It meant he acted as a servant for him and that might have included sexual favors, so no wonder everyone in my books has a sexual kink.
I was trying to think of a good excerpt for you, because, you might not know this, but I also write for Brava (steamy historical) and Signet Eclipse (steamy paranormal historical) and those are two of the three books I have coming out between now and February. Lords of Passion, which is out right now, and also features Virginia Henley and Maggie Robinson and Blood of the Rose which comes out on February 1st.
Luckily for the Smutketeers, I also have another Simply conveniently sandwiched between them, Simply Forbidden, so I decided to go ahead and give you an early preview of that.
Gabriel stepped back into the servants’ hallway at the pleasure house and leaned against the wall. His cock ached like the devil tonight, and yet he’d refused all the offers to bring him release. He wasn’t sure why. Perhaps he preferred the torture of blue balls to the loss of dignity required to allow some stranger to make him come. He kept imagining Miss Ross’s expression if she could see him here, at his worst, at his most desperate.
“Monsieur?” He looked up and saw Marie-Claude beckoning imperiously to him. “Come along.”
Without thinking, he followed her to the end of the hall and into one of the smaller more private rooms that adjoined the salon. A woman dressed in brown silk sat in a chair beside the bed, a woman Gabriel had no chance of recognizing unless he ripped off her bonnet and heavy veils. Marie Claude nodded at him.
“This lady wishes you to pull down your pantaloons.”
For a moment, Gabriel balked at the calm request and wondered why the woman couldn’t speak for herself. Inwardly, he shrugged. He needed to come, and this was as good a way as any. In the struggle to push the tight satin down over his shaft he might even embarrass himself and spill his seed. At least then it would be over and he could go home and sleep.
Slowly, he worked the two buttons loose wincing as his cock pulsed and soaked the satin in pre-cum. He managed to lower the placket and shove down the sides of his pantaloons. His cock strained upward toward his stomach, the wetness at the tip catching the candlelight.
“Touch yourself,” Marie-Claude said.
Gabriel was quite happy to oblige. He wrapped one hand around his thick shaft and worked his heated flesh through his fingers. God, he was so close, so close to coming…
His fingers stilled even as his mind screamed a denial and he forced himself to breathe slowly.
“Come closer.” Marie-Claude murmured.
Still clasping his shaft he moved nearer, his attention on the woman seated directly in front of him. He shuddered when she lifted one gloved hand and traced from the tip of his cock down to his balls with her index finger. She returned her finger to the crown of his cock and slowly circled the tiny weeping hole at the center. His hips jerked toward her touch, straining, wanting, and she obliged him, flicked and circled his aching tip until he almost started to come.
He groaned out loud as she expertly shifted her grip to the base of his cock and cut off his spasms, leaving him suspended somewhere between pleasure and pain.
“Please…” he whispered. She let him go and Marie-Claude spoke again.
“Finish yourself. Come for her.”
He replaced his hand on his cock and with two savage jerks, he came hard, his come pumping over his fingers to drench his fist and his stomach. He didn’t watch himself, he watched her, the woman who had wanted to see him like this, half-naked and willing to let himself be touched by anyone who wanted to.
“Thank you, monsieur. You may go now.” Marie-Claude paused as the woman whispered in her ear. “Madame requests that you return to this room tomorrow night and meet her again.”
Gabriel nodded and shoved his limp cock back into his pantaloons. It was time for him to go home and perhaps he would sleep for what remained of the night, his cock now sated, his unsavory appetites indulged. He bowed at the two women again and retreated through the servants’ door. The mysterious woman had obviously enjoyed the show and, to his shame, he had enjoyed it too. Despite his self-disgust, he couldn’t help but wonder what she would ask of him on the morrow.
Unfortunately having whetted your appetites I can’t give away a copy of this one yet as it isn’t out until January 25th. But in the spirit of the holiday’s I am offering up a copy of Lords of Passion and a copy of Simply Insatiable to one commenter.
Just tell me-what your favorite Christmas movie is.
Kate Pearce x