Smutketeers

Eden/Eve: Hey there Smutkedettes-we have a brand new guest with us today and we’re so excited! Ava Meyers is a former criminal prosecutor, so when she writes about hot cops, she knows what she’s talking about! And don’t we all love a man in uniform? Especially when they take it off…*G* Let’s all welcome her and take a look at her smokin’ covers!

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Thank you to the Smutketeers for having me as a guest today! I recently published two erotic romance novellas but it’s already been a wild ride. The first novella, Copping To It, is currently ranked in the top 100 romance books on Amazon. How does that make me feel? Besides thrilled?
I feel a bit like I did when I took a human sexuality class my freshman year in college and the instructor had us break into groups on the first day. She instructed each of us to verbalize different words that, to our knowledge, were used to refer to sex, the sex act, or sexual body parts. Her point was that words themselves don’t have power—they only have the power you’re willing to give them. But still, I learned some things that day. And even though I occasionally read, and now write, erotic romance, I’m still learning things! Mostly, I’m learning to balance the two sides of myself—the shy over-achiever who blushes easily and the bold over-achiever whose stories can—to my delighted surprise–make other people blush.
To me, erotic romance is about a woman learning to accept the darkest, most intense aspects of herself. It’s about entertaining women with fiction that explores things they’ve fantasized about but would (probably) never do in real life. It’s not for everyone, but that’s the great thing about being a reader with choices. One person’s smut is another person’s smut-a-licious. You pick what you want, you try something new, and you continue to read what you like best. But what you write and read still may surprise people. Maybe even surprise yourself.
How do I like it? Steamy, a bit dark, suspenseful, and compelling. I have a thing for cops, and love exploring the duality of humanity, the dark and the light. The Red-Hot Cops Series starts with Copping To It. It’s about undercover cop Ty Williamson and Claire, a woman who longs to be a little bad. Below, I’m including an excerpt from Copping To It, but first, I’ve provided a look at the same scene from the Ty’s POV. I hope you enjoy it!

CONTEST! Do you flaunt your dangerous ways or do you keep your risqué side more on the down low? Today I’m giving away an e-copy of Cop Appeal (Book 2 in the series). You first meet the hero, Luke, in Copping To It! Coming up next? Copping Attitude, Noah’s story.
Eden/Eve: The winner will be announced here in the comments section tomorrow, so be sure to check back!

Respected journalist Claire Fullerton fantasizes about being a bad girl, but she also fears that revealing her dark fantasies will open her up to being hurt.

Reunited with the woman he’s been unable to forget, Ty becomes determined to bind Claire to him. He’ll prove he wants all of her, the good with the bad. In fact, the badder she is, the better they’ll be – together.

Warning: graphic and explicit sex scenes, incl. m/m/f

TEASER:

I infiltrated the Demon Guardians almost three months ago. Since then, they’ve introduced me to their families. I let them mark me with an obnoxious tattoo. I pretended interest in their women. Touched them. Pleasured them.

And now I’m letting one of their women pleasure me.

Brea is giving me head while a crowd watches. Her mouth is a snug, slick source of heat around my cock and her expertise is unmistakable. She’s doing everything she can, using her lips, fingers, tongue and teeth, not to simply bring me pleasure but to prolong the act and prove her power over me.

It’s a power I’ve acceded for one purpose only—to prove my loyalty. Once I spew my seed inside her talented mouth, my initiation will be complete and I’ll be that much closer to nailing the bastards who killed Paul. All I have to do now is enjoy the ride.

I grit my teeth when Brea sucks just the head of my cock and cups my balls. When she drags her nails lightly against my sack, I feel the bite all the way to my toes. My lips part as I imagine her overblown tits and dark nipples the size of half dollars. I want them in my mouth because, let’s face it, I’m a tit man even if the tits available to me aren’t my tits of choice.

I’m sweating but I refuse to make a sound. With my hands buried in her hair, I guide her mouth into a rhythm I like and feed her more of my cock, not surprised when she manages to take my entire length. I’m big, thick and long, almost ten inches of muscle. Usually, I have to be careful with women, but not with Brea. With a sudden thrust of my hips, I challenge her to take me deeper. Harder. Faster.

She complies. Her cheeks flex with the intensity of her sucks and the wet sounds mingle with the cheers of those watching. Leaning my head back, I close my eyes and urge myself to come.

Her mouth feels good, her touch even better, but I can tell she’s getting weary. She’s been sucking my dick for ten minutes now and, considering she’s the first person to touch it (besides me, of course) since Claire Fullerton entered and exited my life three months ago, even I’m a bit surprised by my stamina. It’s not intentional.

Regardless of how much my balls ache and my dick throbs and pleasure sizzles through my blood, it isn’t happening. Believe it or not, I’d rather be anywhere else. Certainly with someone else.

So I let myself think of Claire, just like I do when I jack off. I remember her sweet mouth on mine. The soft, breathy sounds she made when I cupped her breast, and the keening cries she released when I shoved my fingers deep into her weeping pussy.

I grimace as my thoughts cause my dick to expand. Sensing my renewed excitement, Brea picks up speed. God, it feels good.

Fine. I’ve been holding back. Not wanting to fantasize about Claire while another woman blew me. Not wanting to defile her that way.

But I have a job to do here. Even though Claire has shoved me out of her life, my body still wants her. And as a cop there’s one thing I do best– get the job done.

Just when I form that thought, I hear a voice say, “So what do you think, Fullerton? You think you can do a better job than Brea here?”

My eyes jerk open but for a second I see nothing but the crowd of voyeurs in front of me. I blink. Focus. See her.

Claire.

Shock overrides everything else, but I force myself to appear claim. “Who the fuck is she, Jed?” I grit out. Even before Jed answers, I glance back at Claire.

Her gaze isn’t on me but on Brea’s face, shoved into my lap. Claire’s face is flushed, her eyes wide as saucers, and I see it—her excitement and arousal. The way she imagines taking Brea’s place.

A thunderbolt of pleasure hits me hard, making me grunt. I want to shove Brea away and push Claire’s head down until she swallows my dick. I know the second I spear past her lips, I’ll come, shooting my load on her tongue and down her throat.

My cock jerks several times and—fuck!—it’s raining down on me. Seeing her face lit with desire, evidence of the kink I’ve always suspected she repressed, has me barreling towards orgasm so fast my vision blurs. But then Brea tightens her grip around the base of my cock, and the pressure acts like a cock ring, stopping the tide, so to speak. I caress her hair with gratitude, see the way Claire’s eyes narrow, and take a deep breath.

I’m going to figure out why she’s here. I’m going to get her out. And then, when she’s safe, I’m going to give us both what we need.

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You can purchase Copping To It for only 99 cents at Amazon as well as Barnes & Noble.

Watch the trailer to Copping To It HERE!

EXCERPT:
…Jed propelled Claire past the crowd, dragging her toward the front of the room until she was standing no more than five feet from Ty.

Even then, he was too distracted to notice her.

Hard to blame him. Even she was mesmerized.

The blonde was moving her hand up and down his massive cock as she continued to suck him. Ty’s eyes were open but they were fixed on what the woman was doing to him, his eyes half-hooded and his fingers still tangled in her hair. But Claire noticed he wasn’t saying anything. In fact, he wasn’t making any sound. The contrast to how he’d sounded when he’d touched her months earlier, after police officials had arranged for them to meet, was marked. She’d been supposed to prep him for his undercover assignment, but that had led to more intimate acts. The memory of his gravelly voice wafted around the room, reminding her that he had been far from silent the night they’d almost made love.

That’s it, baby. Let me make you feel good.

Give it to me, Claire. Give me everything you have.

But he hadn’t always been so articulate. When she’d stroked him with her palm, he’d groaned his pleasure unabashedly, instructing her with hot, guttural, broken words where to touch him and how hard.

No, he wasn’t a reticent lover, but she had to remember this wasn’t Ty. The person sprawled before her was the cop, not the man. The one doing his “duty” while others, herself included, got off on it.

“So what do you think, Fullerton?” Randall taunted. “You think you can do a better job than Brea here?”

As soon as Randall said her name, Ty’s gaze jerked to hers. He blinked, as if struggling to focus his vision. Then, unlike his partner Luke, Ty couldn’t quite suppress the surprise that flashed across his face. It took a few seconds, and no one but her probably noticed, but he deliberately forced his expression to go blank, then annoyed. He glared at Randall. “Who the fuck is she, Jed?” he gritted out.

The blonde’s head didn’t stop bobbing for one second.

As Ty’s gaze once more landed on Claire, a conflagration of heat spread from the tips of her toes to between her thighs and then to her extremities. She actually shuddered, and it made her remember just how strong and unique her body’s response to Ty was. Watching Randall fuck the woman outside had given her a buzz of pleasure, but it had been nothing compared to this.

Randall laughed, the crude sound jarring her out of her thoughts. “Finish first. Then we’ll talk.”

Finish?

Despite the arousal making her body tingle, her mind automatically rebelled. Knowing what Ty was doing was one thing. Watching him and imagining she was the one pleasuring him was something else. But witnessing as he finished with another woman’s mouth on him? No.

Her denial was a confusing, mingled mess of contradictions. Possessiveness made her want to body slam the blonde away from him. Yet she also feared that if she actually watched Ty finish, no matter who it was that was getting him off, she’d come right along with him. And how she would survive that embarrassment she didn’t know.

But if she fought, Ty might be forced to break his cover, and she knew how important it was to him to bring the gang down. Ty suspected Hoyt had ordered the death of one of his best friends. And even if it wasn’t true, regardless of what she’d witnessed the past few days and whether she thought Randall was truly dangerous or not, she knew Hoyt was dangerous, and that the gang engaged in criminal activity and needed to be stopped.

She couldn’t risk jeopardizing any progress the cops had been making.

So she did the only thing she could do. She closed her eyes and turned her head away.

Claire gasped when hard fingers grabbed her jaw and jerked her head around.

“Keep your eyes on them, Ms. Fullerton. After all, you might learn something. Consider it research.”

When she refused to open her eyes, Randall yanked her hair again, this time cranking her head back so far that she cried out in pain. Real fear swept through her, brief but intense. Her eyes flashed open, automatically locking on Ty’s.

Fury flared in his gaze. His muscles tensed. He looked like he wanted to chop off Randall’s hand and feed it to him, and as much as she wanted to let that happen, she also knew they were stuck. There was nothing they could do without blowing Ty’s cover. So she mouthed “no” then snapped, “Get on it with it then.”

The woman on her knees still enthusiastically sucked Ty’s cock. Claire could tell by Ty’s ragged breathing that he was close to the edge. She kept her eyes locked on his rather than watch what the woman was doing to him. He never looked away from her. In fact, she, rather than the sensations he was experiencing, seemed to be his sole focus. His breathing grew even more ragged. He released the woman’s hair and placed his clenched fists on his thighs. Then, muscles trembling, he tilted his head back, closed his eyes, and let out a long, guttural moan as he came. The sound shivered through her body and straight to the hot spot between her thighs. Ty sounded so much like he had on the night they’d been together that she couldn’t help it. She shivered and creamed her panties.

She knew without a shadow of a doubt that when he’d closed his eyes and made the sound, he’d been feeling the pleasure given to him by another woman, but he’d been thinking of Claire.

BIO:

Ava Meyers is a former criminal prosecutor who enjoys exploring the light and dark sides of humanity. Her erotic romance novels are steamy but also infused with that most essential element of life — love. You can find more about Ava Meyers at www.avameyers.com.

Ava also writes paranormal romantic suspense and contemporary romantic suspense under the name Virna DePaul. www.virnadepaul.com Her debut mass-market paranormal romantic suspense series, Chosen By Blood (Book 1 in the Para-Ops Novels, Berkley, May 3, 2011) is available for pre-order now!