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Happy Halloween!!
What do you do when 3 out of 4 Smutketeers have releases that have absolutely nothing to do with each other?
The same thing we always do. ALL FOR SMUT AND SMUT FOR ALL!!

Our Crystal Jordan already had a contest, but her book comes out on Wednesday so we wanted to remind you about All Revved Up
There’s nothing Andi Manning doesn’t know about cars. Working at Kasen’s Kustom Automotive is a dream job, and it’s even more fun now that they’ve turned the garage into Revved Up, a reality television show for overhauling classic cars. Watching drop-dead gorgeous Dean Kasen work his magic on those sweet rides is no hardship, either. She’s lusted after him, but never had the courage to act on her scorching hot fantasies.

The network offers Dean the chance for the local show to go national as long as a sexy bombshell helps host it. Andi is perfect for the role—if she’s willing to discard her coveralls and bend over engines in tight shorts, tank top and heels. Now that she’s gone from cute coworker to sexpot, Dean can’t keep his hands off of her. But Dean feels guilty for sleeping with an employee and Andi has to wonder…the only time they spend together is for sex, so is it her he wants, or just the revved up goddess of the show?

Karen Erickson has a release on Tuesday. And it sounds awesome. Neon Chaos

A one-night stand turns into a partnership for survival…

End of Days anthology

Party girl Samantha Sanders is celebrating her thirtieth birthday in style—a road trip to Las Vegas for a long weekend with her girlfriends. Staying in the swankiest hotel on the strip, she’s naked and in bed with the sexiest guy she’s ever laid eyes on when the clock strikes twelve. Who knew the world would really end December 21, 2012? Those Mayans, they weren’t lyin’…

Russ Weaver is above all else a soldier. Looking for a little fun before spending Christmas with his crazy family, a weekend on leave in Vegas unexpectedly turns into his newest mission——protecting the sweet, scared woman he happens to be in bed with when the world as they know it is over.

Wandering throughout the virtually abandoned streets of Vegas, the fine city has turned into a war zone. Their only hope to get out alive is to stick together—and fight those who wish to cease their endeavors. Permanently.

And then there’s me. Tempt Me is the sequel to the Possess Me anthology. Back to New Orleans, Papa Legba and the Mamas…and of course-back to BD, though he’s changed a bit since you last saw him *grin*

In the sultry heat of the Big Easy, desire can be a dangerous thing…

Gabriel Toussaint Giodarno has returned to New Orleans to make amends with his estranged family. The last thing he expected was to be hounded by a magical wannabe-guardian angel-or to be tempted by a beauty who’s strictly off-limits.

Angelique Rousseau has always lived a safe, uneventful life. But when her friend’s twin brother arrives, Angelique finds herself drawn to him. Neither Gabriel nor Angelique is prepared for the intensity of their joined passions, or what the voodoo spirits have in store for them…

So we have an apocalypse, some kink for car lovers (hehe) and a little voodoo
Something for everyone *wink* And fitting for Halloween
CONTEST
Join our Yahoo group if you haven’t already!
Spread the word about our blog and
-Tell us what your favorite Halloween costume ever was
We’ll pick 3 winners to win a $10 gift certificate and any ebook from our backlist-each!
Winners will be announced on Friday!

Here’s hoping your week is all treats and no tricks

And the winner of ALL REVVED UP is…Katie O’Connor!

Thanks so much to everyone who commented on hot men and hot cars. There’s going to be more in the series, promise! (And one of the hot car owners is also a hot fireman, because there can’t be a hotter mix than that! Stay tuned…)

Normally, I don’t care much about cars. They’re a vehicle to get me from point A to point B. That’s it. Except when we’re talking about classic cars. Muscle cars, especially. There’s something just sexy about a classic car. That shake you down to your bones growl of an engine, the shiny paint, the distinct lines that made sure you knew it was a Mustang or Camaro or Corvette.

(Not to mention the hot guys who come with the awesome cars. There may have been a very schmexy guy in high school with a cherry red classic Mustang. Or, hello, Winchester brother with their awesome Impala on Supernatural.)

We owned a classic Camaro when I was a teen, and I admit I rose to the occasion a couple of times when challenged to a race. What? It’s a muscle car, you gotta open her up every now and then and prove what she can really do. The cars we make now might be more efficient, but there’s something visceral about that deep rumble from a powerful engine in a classic.

When we first got it, it didn’t run and was a mottled mixture of ugly old paint jobs. We had to replace the engine, recover the seats, put on new tires. It still had gray primer when I moved out to go to college, but that baby was fun to drive.

So I was chatting with some other writers in a conference call, brainstorming some ideas when the concept for this series came to me. A reality show that overhauls classic cars. Imagine working for something like that. Fun! Imagine having them fix up your beat up old ride. So cool. Plus, the guys who own the garage would be smokin’ hot. Naturally. Thus, my series Revved Up was born. Hot cars. Hotter guys. Sexy romance.

ALL REVVED UP (available November 2)

There’s nothing Andi Manning doesn’t know about cars. Working at Kasen’s Kustom Automotive is a dream job, and it’s even more fun now that they’ve turned the garage into Revved Up, a reality television show for overhauling classic cars. Watching drop-dead gorgeous Dean Kasen work his magic on those sweet rides is no hardship, either. She’s lusted after him, but never had the courage to act on her scorching hot fantasies.

The network offers Dean the chance for the local show to go national as long as a sexy bombshell helps host it. Andi is perfect for the role—if she’s willing to discard her coveralls and bend over engines in tight shorts, tank top and heels. Now that she’s gone from cute coworker to sexpot, Dean can’t keep his hands off of her. But Dean feels guilty for sleeping with an employee and Andi has to wonder…the only time they spend together is for sex, so is it her he wants, or just the revved up goddess of the show?

Here’s an excerpt from my new book:

Reno, Nevada

“No way in hell.”

Andi stared in horror at the full length-mirror before her. It had seemed like a good idea when Jesse had mentioned being the new hostess for the national syndication of Revved Up. He said the network and the show’s new producer wanted to bring a woman onto the show, and he wanted someone who knew their way around cars. Andi fit the bill for both, and she would love to have a hand in planning the custom jobs. This was her chance to step up her game.

That was before she’d seen the wardrobe for her new role in the garage. She’d worked at Kasen Kustom for five years, and she loved what she did. Really loved it. It was fun and challenging to turn classic cars back into the cherry rides they’d once been. With a few extra modernizations. She’d loved it even more when they’d turned the garage into a reality show. But she was a background player in all of it, and she wanted to show them what she could really do. Apparently, that meant she had to learn how to walk in high heels. Jesse had handed her off to the new producer, Lola Adams, who’d stuffed her into too-tight clothes, tugged her hair out of its usually ponytail, pulled out the biggest make up kit Andi had ever seen. Now she just stared in the mirror at the streetwalker who used to be Andi Manning.

“No way in hell.” She stumbled back, holding out her hands as if to ward off her own reflection.

Lola tilted her head, her pale hair spilling over her shoulder. “I think it works. You look sexy and that’s what we’re going for. I think it’ll bring in even more viewers now that we’re taking the show to the next level.”

Mouth gaping open, Andi couldn’t even find the words to respond to that. The coveralls she was wearing were cut into tight shorts that were opened to the waist. The tank top underneath stretched across her breasts and was just short enough to expose an inch of her midriff. Her brown hair fell in smooth ripples to the middle of her back. All the makeup Lola had piled on Andi’s face somehow made her hazel eyes stand out appear more gold than their usual brownish-green.

The woman in the mirror was no one she knew.

Spinning on her heel meant she damn near toppled over in the pointy stilettos, but she marched out of the bathroom and into the garage. A few of the guys let out low whistles and she gave them a glare that sent them scurrying to find work to do.

Jesse poked his blond head out of the office, his green eyes going wide for a moment before he caught her gaze. Whatever he said faltered as he sensed the waves of fury coming off her. He stumbled away from the door while she shoved her way in and slammed it behind her.

“What the hell is this, Jesse? Is this some kind of a joke to you? Because I sure don’t appreciate you jerking me around.” Yeah, he was her boss. At the moment, she didn’t care. He’d had her tarted up like a hooker gone Hollywood. Considering they were in Nevada, where prostitution was legal, she’d rather no one was confused about whether she made her living on her back.

There was dead silence while mouth men in the room stared at her, their jaws sagging. She jammed her hands down on her hips. “What?”

Jesse recovered first, coughing into his fist. “Nothing. You just look different.”

“I look like I work at the Mustang Ranch,” she shot back, naming a famous local whorehouse.

Dean snorted, a little smile curling his mouth. His gaze slid down her body and back up again. Slowly. An involuntary shiver went through her at the heat in his eyes. How many times had she wondered what it would be like for Dean Kasen to look at her just like that?

CONTEST: Wanna win a copy of ALL REVVED UP? Answer me this…what kind of car is sexiest to you? (You’re allowed to say motorcycles too, because I know I love a Harley rumbling between my thighs. Hee) I’ll draw a winner from the commenters on Friday.

I’ve heard some of the chicks on this blog dig tattoos. That helped me decide to talk about the ink that my hero and heroine both wear in my latest gothic urban fantasy, Blood Rights. It begins the House of Comarré series and the hero and heroine star in every book so they’re fairly layered characters. Their tattoos are just one of those layers.

In the case of my heroine, Chrysabelle, her tattoos aren’t actual ink, but sacred gold that’s been melted down and stitched into her skin. These marks are called signum and it’s a very painful process, as you might imagine, but every one of her kind (the comarré) undergo the procedure to help purify their blood. See, the comarré are blood slaves whose job it is to feed the noble class of vampires so they don’t ravage the human race. Chrysabelle bears a large number of signum, more than many of her comarré siblings, making her one of the most highly prized of her kind.

The comarré are already a status symbol among the vampire nobility, who buy the comarré the way human millionaires buy Bentleys and beachhouses. Unlike other material goods, the blood of the comarré actually increases their patron’s power. So the more gold in their skin, the more power they can provide.

My outcast vampire hero, Mal, has ink for an entirely different reason. His came to him by way of a curse and they mark him as an anathema to the rest of the nobility. His ink is actually a body suit of names. Each name belongs to a victim. Someone he drank to death. And because of another curse he’s under which makes it impossible to sink his fangs into someone and let them live, those names number in the thousands. Unlike Chrysabelle’s gilding, Mal’s names aren’t always stationary. Sometimes they merge and flow over him, covering him until he turns into the manifestation of the beast that lives within him. Sometimes, when Chrysabelle touches him, she can feel them moving.

In these ways, the marks of my two characters give the casual observer an idea of who they are. Chrysabelle looks like a sparkling prize, Mal a dark, tortured monster. And while these initial impressions aren’t wrong, they don’t begin to scratch the surface of what lies beneath Chrysabelle and Mal’s expansively distinctly decorated skin.

What about you? Do you have any ink? Does it define you? Or is it just a peak into who you are?

For more info on the House of Comarre series, visit www.kristenpainter.com or www.houseofcomarre.com

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I just wanted to remind everyone about the Smutketeers’ awesome back list books, as well as give you a sneak peek at what we have coming up, both in book releases and guest authors here on the Smutketeers blog. First, let’s take a look at some of our sizzling reads from smutty times past…

Have you read my short novella, TEMPT ME TWICE? It’s based on a true story…although I’m not telling exactly which parts are true. *G* This was my first e-book published at Samhain, and remains a fan favorite-and one of mine! You can buy it now on Amazon, B&N, Sony-almost anywhere online-or check out my Books page on Samhain to buy TEMPT ME TWICE, or to see my other titles. There’s plenty to choose from, and more to come!

Did you know that all of my print books are also available as e-books? Even my very first novel, THE DARK GARDEN.

THE DARK GARDEN is a BDSM erotic romance, which is one of my favorite topics to explore. I love the deep psychology of a power dynamic-and it makes for some intense sex scenes! This story gets pretty heavily into the BDSM scene, and my dominant hero, Christian Thorne, still makes me swoon! You can find it in e-book formats on Amazon, B&N, or Sony. It’s also available in German, Romanian and Japanese, and is soon to be made into a graphic novel in Japan, which is pretty exciting!

Crystal has some of the hottest book covers ever, and I have to start with one of my favorites-meow!

CARNAL DESIRES…the title says it all. Three shifter stories you won’t want to miss! And of course it’s available in print, or for your Kindle or Nook.

She also has a big back list of e-books. Where to start? How about with one of her first-and one of my personal favorites.

TREASURED is a smutty pirate romp with some of the most wicked sex scenes ever written! Be sure to read it with a fan nearby-you’re gonna need it! And another HOT cover for your viewing pleasure…we do aim to please.

 

Karen claims to be the innocent one, but her books are absolutely scandalous! Especially…SCANDALOUS!

Another insanely hot cover-this one will melt your panties off with nothing more than the first glance! But do collect yourself enough to read this awesome menage story! You can find it on Amazon, B&N, or buy directly through Samhain.

One of her most recent books has a cover that’s smokin’ hot and absolutely beautiful. (Can you tell I’m a cover geek?).

LESSONS IN INDISCRETION is a sexy historical, and one I’m very familiar with since my boyfriend Sam Saturday made the gorgeous book trailer. You can see it on Karen’s website-and you can buy the e-book on Amazon or B&N .

Last-but never the very least, is R.G.! Again, I have to talk about the cover for POSSESS ME. Is it just me, or is this guy one of the most beautiful men ever? *girlish sigh*

This is also the infamous Bone Daddy story, and if you don’t know what that means, well, you simply MUST read the book! It’s in print, or in e-book on Amazon and B&N.

R.G.’s back list is ginormous, so let’s see if I can pick something to look at here…THREE FOR ME was her first foursome-although not her last, dirty girl!

THREE FOR ME is a smutty take on The Amazing Race where four friends go through a series of sexy challenges that will leave them all breathless-and will leave you panting! You can buy it on Amazon, B&N or directly through Samhain.

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CONTEST! Just comment here and we’ll give to one lucky winner a combo-pack of one of each of our Samhain back list books-winner’s choice! You can brows our Samhain books here: Eden  Karen  Crystal  R.G.

There are tons of new releases coming from the Smutketeers! We’ll be celebrating the release of Crystal’s ALL REVVED UP, Karen’s NEON CHAOS, R.G.’s TEMPT ME, my steampunk novella, THE DREAMBOX GIRL, as well as my next Eve Berlin book, TEMPTATIONS’S EDGE, so be sure to stay tuned to the Smutketeers blog for the latest news and release day celebrations! You can also join our Yahoo group, and our Facebook fan page for special contests, chatting with us, preview peeks and exclusive excerpts!

We have an amazing list of guest authors coming up on the Smutketeers blog, including Kristen Painter, Denise Agnew, Mima, Rachel Kramer-Bussell, and an astonishing list of your favorite authors for our annual Smutty X-mas bash in December! It’s party, party, party with the Smutketeers all through the fall and winter-hope to see you here!

Eden/Eve :)

All For Smut, and Smut For All!

His suffering…

Though proud and strong, Eirik, heir to the Ulfhednars kingdom, found himself seduced and taken from his homeworld by a bounty-hunting vixen, who sold him into slavery. Purchased by a wealthy, Consortium-backed brothel, he is kept at a heavily guarded and secure breeding facility, where he is forced to feed the lustful whims of Helios’s elite at night. He bides his time, waiting for a chance to escape and get his revenge on the woman who betrayed him…

Her satisfaction…

Once a sex thrall, Fatin earned her freedom through service. Now, as a bounty hunter, she is determined to earn enough to buy her sister’s papers from the same brothel she escaped. For this, she abducts a brutishly handsome, breed-worthy specimen from the Viking planet and delivers him to auction. But her desire for justice and his desire for freedom may consume both of them in a passion neither wanted—or can resist.

“This is an exhilarating BDSM (and more) romantic science fiction… With a strong cast made up of several races and a lead couple in love and distrust, readers will appreciateENSLAVED BY A VIKING in outer space.”
~5 Stars, Harriet Klausner, Genre Go Round

“This lusty novel has components of BDSM, scorching sex and the element of surprise. There is clever worldbuilding and tight plotting, with a great cast of characters…”
~4 Stars, RT Books Reviews

Excerpt…

Eirik tried not to breathe too deeply. The rotten, sour smells of his dark, dank prison already made his skin stink. He didn’t want the awful stench inside his lungs or belly.

He hadn’t seen the other prisoners, not after they’d been herded like cattle through a chute once the hatch had been opened at the side of the ship and his keepers applied prods to their backsides to move them out in single file.

With only brief impressions of his new home, of searing heat and blinding, harsh sunlight, he’d shielded his arm over his eyes and stumbled down the gangway, through the iron-barred alley that disallowed any thoughts of escape.

He’d been led to this cell, deep inside an enormous stone building. A brief glimpse of an open arena, and then he’d been shoved down two flights of narrow stone steps.

Once they’d slammed the solid door and slid the eye-level window closed, he’d been left alone, no sounds penetrating his prison other than the hum of the light above him, and the sounds his own body made.

His thoughts drowned it all out, screaming inside him. He’d wanted to beat his fists against the door, rail at his captors, but he didn’t know if anyone watched him, and wouldn’t give them the satisfaction of knowing how close to abject despair he was coming.

Hel, he’d even suffer Fatin’s derision, her cold, calculating touch, just to feel or hear another human being.

He didn’t know how long he’d been here, there being no window, and no way for him to know how the natural passage of time was counted on this planet, but he knew it was long enough that he’d stopped believing anyone would come to his rescue.

They must think me dead, he thought. Like Father, lost on the ice. One day waving as he skimmed away across the frozen blue water, never to return. Only Eirik wasn’t lost. He wasn’t dead.

A key grated in the lock at his door, pulling his glance. The heavy door swung open, and two sweet-smelling women strode inside, dressed in short, white skirts. Their breasts were bare. Leather sandals with straps laced up to their ankles. Both were dark-haired and ombré-skinned. Like the witch Fatin. They carried linens and an urn of water.

He pressed a hand against the wall of his cell and pushed up from the floor.

“There’s a guard outside the door,” the one nearest him said. Her dark, sloe eyes glittered as they raked his body. “We’re here to bathe and dress you.”

Pushing past them would earn him nothing. He clenched his fists at his sides and held himself still as they brought their clean, sweetly fragrant bodies close enough to strip away his clothing and bathe him like a mother might a child. Only their hands lingered over his sex, and although he might have wished otherwise, his cock unfurled, coaxed by their hands and then their lips to deliver his body’s nectar. Or so they called it.

Dressed now, and more relaxed, he allowed another woman just outside his cell to lead him through a winding warren of corridors until they climbed a final set of steps and she pushed open the door, letting sunlight drench them.

Eirik closed his eyes, lifting his face to the light. But he wasn’t allowed to savor the sensation. A prod behind him reminded him not to dally. He stepped out onto a platform in the center of the arena. A stage surrounded by thousands of men and women dressed in long robes and jewels.

A blended roar of voices greeted him. Women’s excited chatter, men’s laughter. He emptied his mind of the indignity, of standing in the center of the stage, hands rising, voices shouting. Then one voice separated from the throng, for it was nearer and familiar. His head swiveled toward the sound, caught the triumph glittering in Fatin’s eyes as she met his gaze for a moment, then turned back to the crowd, accepting rapidly escalating bids.

A woman near the front of the stage shouted something that sent the crowd into gales of laughter.

Fatin turned toward him, warning him to behave with her cold, black gaze. When she was within arm’s reach, she pulled at the tie on his hip and unlaced it, letting the short, skirtlike garment the women had dressed him in fall away.

He stood nude, his body exposed to the air and the rapacious gazes of the crowd. His head cleared of the numbing despair, all focus homing on Fatin’s slender frame. No matter the outcome of today’s shameful events, he vowed to have his revenge. One day, Fatin would be the slave; one day she would know the shame he felt.

Something of what he thought must have transmitted. Fatin’s look of triumph faded, and her eyes became dark mirrors of doubt.

Slowly, his body warmed; his cock expanded. The things he would do to her, the many ways he would take her, filled his mind. No woman would ever know the depths of depravity he would visit on her body.

Frozen, her gaze locked with his. Eirik let the smile tugging at his mouth expand.

Be frightened, sweet Fatin. Be waiting for me.

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And now for a quick and revealing li’l Q&A for our guest:

~Kittens or puppies? Definitely kittens because they grow into cats, and I love an independent animal.

~On men: jeans or dress slacks? I love the way jeans mold to a man’s butt—especially, a cowboy’s Wranglers

~TV: Reality or non-reality? Non! I love to get lost in a good story.

~Champagne, beer or wine? Wine—a French Bergundy or German Auslese, preferably.

~Favorite vacation destination? Someplace I’ve never been before.

~Diamonds or rubies? Rubies! I love color.

~Steak or snails? Do I have to choose? I love both! (Eden/Eve says eeeekk! Snails??)

~Pink or black nail polish? Black, cuz I like to shock the rednecks around here.

~Flogged or tickled in the bedroom? Flogged. I pee if I’m tickled too long ;)

~Ribbed or smooth condoms? Ribbed, veined, pulsing! Oh, we’re talking condoms… (Eden/Eve says: You are one dirty girl! I knew there was a reason I liked you. *G*)

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CONTEST!!!!!!
Delilah is offering an autographed copy of the first book in her Viking series, Ravished by a Viking.

To enter, visit Delilah’s website and browse through her books—then come back here and give us the names of any three of her heroes. Post your answers here to be eligible to win. Winners will be announced on the Smutketeers blog on Friday, XXXXXX!

I’m absolutely thrilled to announce the release of EVERSONG, Book Four in my Midnight Playground vampire series! I’ve had so much reader mail about Ever, my favorite vampire! Of course I still adore Aleron and all the others, but something about Ever just gets to me-and to my readers, too, apparently. We’ve all been waiting for this book and it’s finally here, so I had to find a big way to celebrate! What better way to do it than by talking to Ever himself? Without further ado, here he is, my darling, wicked Ever.

Eden: Thank you so much for coming by the Smutketeers blog to talk with us today. What would you like readers to know about you?

Ever: Anything for you, my pet. I do love that you describe me as wicked. There is something wicked about vampires. I don’t mean intrinsically evil. We are not creatures from hell, as some may think-we are simply different. But it is more about our body chemistry than any spiritual matter. We are wicked by nature only in that we are more primitive, primal beings. We have an enormous lust for all things sensual, and that basic, animal nature means we don’t fight the powerful urge to pursue our desires, whether it’s for blood, decadent luxuries, or sex. Especially sex.

Eden: If you’re going to wink at me like that I’ll never be able to think straight enough to finish this interview! Where were we? Oh yes, the sex. You vampires are pretty open-minded when it comes to sex.

Ever: Sex is every bit as necessary for us as blood. Moreso, perhaps. I can go days without blood, but sex…only in the greatest depths of my lassitude have I gone even a day without the divine pleasures of the flesh, and that has happened to me only twice in my very long life. Sex for vampires is purely uninhibited. And pure in that we don’t see it as anything taboo, nothing connected to shame or inhibition. There is something beautiful in that kind of sex. I think it’s something mortals experience all too rarely.

Not all of us are prone to the more extreme kink, but many of us are, including myself, as you may have noticed. Again, I believe it’s that primal nature. And when you’ve lived for a few hundred years-or more, as in my case-it takes something a bit more extreme to keep us entertained. I don’t see that as a bad thing, do you?

Eden: Absolutely not. In fact, it may be one of my favorite things about you. But then, you are one of my favorite things.

Ever: Come over here and whisper that in my ear, my darling Eden.

Eden: You really don’t want me to finish this interview, do you?

Ever: Would that be such a bad thing?

Eden:You are a bad thing!

Ever: You say that as if it’s something to be ashamed of. But you just said you like that about me.

Eden: (fanning self) Um…maybe we should get back to the interview?

Ever: Certainly.

Eden: Why don’t you tell us a little about your book, EVERSONG?

Ever: In EVERSONG I meet Mercy and Deo, a pair of fledgling vampires who were both created in an unsanctioned manner, Mercy by the rogue vampire Gauis, and Deo, in turn, by her. The Vampire Council, whom you’ll meet in this book, must decide if Mercy and Deo are to be punished for their crimes. I don’t believe they should be punished, and take them under my protection. And I swear it is not only because I find them both so exquisite, so irresistible. They are great beauties, both of them. But you will see that for yourselves…and how we hunt the evil Gaius, even as he hunts Mercy.

Eden: You mentioned the Vampire Council. What can you tell us about them?

Ever: These are the vampires who helped me create the Council and the Midnight Playground clubs all over Europe, and many of them will eventually have their own stories. They are a diverse group, all of them beautiful in the way vampires always are. I believe the first of Part Two in the Midnight Playground series will be Ramsey’s story, and his is a tragic tale which began several centuries ago in New Orleans, and ends in Madrid.

Eden: I can hardly wait to start writing those stories, but I have several books to finish first. While we’re waiting, maybe we should take a small peek at EVERSONG.

EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT (you won’t see it anywhere else until you read the book!): WARNING-X-RATED!
Mercy smiled, and Ever turned onto his back. She raised herself onto her arm, leaned in to kiss him softly on the mouth. She drew back to let Deo do the same. And felt lust squeeze deep in her body, cunt and belly and breasts, watching their mouths join.

“Ah, seeing the two of you kiss… I’ve never seen anything like it,” she whispered in awe. “Never seen anything more erotic.”

Ever smiled even as he pressed his mouth harder to Deo’s. He reached for her, his hand finding her breast. He squeezed her nipple hard, making her gasp, making her laugh. Deo growled, pulled his mouth from Ever’s.

“Come here, love.”

She moved in, kissed Deo’s soft mouth, her body going hot all over. And absolutely soaking wet when Ever slipped his hand between her thighs.

“You’re more than ready,” he said.

She pulled away from Deo’s mouth, looking into his ocean eyes as she answered Ever’s question. “Yes.”

“But you need more.” Ever suggested.

Without taking her gaze from Deo’s, she said, “I want to see the two of you. I want to see Deo’s beautiful mouth on your cock.”

Ever laughed. “So do I.”

Deo grinned at her, and she sat up on her knees to watch as he knelt next to Ever’s beautiful body, which was all sleek planes and angles. Deo bent his head, his dark curls falling over his cheeks. He stroked Ever’s long, pale cock with his fingers.

“Suck me, Deo,” Ever commanded.

Deo licked his lips. Her pussy clenched as he leaned in and took just the swollen tip of Ever’s cock between his lips. Ever groaned softly.

“Ah, God,” she murmured.

Deo lifted his head. “Is this what you wanted to see, Mercy? Ever’s cock in my mouth. Down my throat?”

His blue-green eyes were sparkling. His own cock was a thick shaft of rigid flesh between his muscular thighs.

“Oh yes. I want to see you take command of him. To see you render him helpless with desire, as you do to me.”

“Ah, you two will kill me with desire,” Ever moaned. “Come and kiss me while he gives me head, my lovely Mercy.”

Ever reached for her as Deo bent to his task once more. And as her mouth met Ever’s, his lips and breath, that unearthly combination of cool flesh and wet heat, she went loose all over. He tasted like eternity. Sex. Deo’s flesh and her own. It was intoxicating. His tongue was pure silk against hers. His teeth grazed her lower lip for a moment before he bit.

The first drop of blood on his tongue and she felt it like a shock—that connection once more, as strong as it had been when they’d all been fucking. She felt Ever’s pleasure as Deo swallowed his cock. The great pleasure Deo took in Ever’s stony flesh. Ever’s hand working at Deo’s cock in long, hard strokes. Their sensations merged, became her own. She felt it like some sublime heat blossoming between her thighs.

She moaned, opened her thighs, and without her asking for what she needed, Ever’s other hand moved over her wet cleft. His clever fingers found the hard nub of her clit and pressed, rubbed, pinched.

She panted into his mouth. He pinched harder. At the same time, Deo’s hand found her breast, tugged hard at her nipple. She came apart all at once, came in a sharp torrent of sensation, gasping into Ever’s open mouth. He kissed her harder, pinched her clit harder, until the pain was nearly unbearable. But unbearably sweet at the same time.

Her head spun as her climax thundered through her. From some distant place she heard Deo cry out, felt the pulsing of his cock as he came in Ever’s hand. And still he sucked on Ever’s cock. As Ever finally came in a hot spurt down Deo’s throat, she tasted the salt and sugar of his vampiric come. And saw into his past.

A woman with golden hair falling in rippling waves around her full hips. She turned, and Mercy saw her face—heart-shaped with high, rounded cheekbones. Flawless. Beautiful. Except there was a strange light in her eyes that were the gray of a storm-tossed sea.

She smelled the salt, then. Looked beyond the woman and saw a ragged line of cliffs that let into the ocean.

“Ever,” the woman said.

He moved to join her.

Vérún

His love for her filled her heart. Her mind, as he joined her at the mouth of the cave. Together they stood as the sun sank and the sky went dark. He held her in his arms, her naked breasts pressed to his chest. He was hard for her. Yearning for her. She lowered her head to his chest, bit into the flesh below his nipple, and he cried out as she drank. He saw her darkness. It filled his head even as his cock swelled.

Need to be inside her. To have her. To keep her safe.

Keep her with me…

Vérún.

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CONTEST! To enter, visit my website and look at my other Midnight Playground books, then tell me either which cover ~or~ which blurb is the most enticing to you. You’ll be entered to win copies of any two of the winners choice of my Samhain e-book back list (you can see them on my website or on my Samhain page) ~and~ a $20.00 Amazon or B&N gift card ~and~ a copy of my Midnight Playground prequel short, EVER: THE TURNING! I’ll choose a winner and announce it here on the night of Monday, October 10th, so be sure to check back! (**Note: I’ll be traveling that day, so if I’m late, blame Ever-he won’t mind. *G*)
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Just a quick post to let everyone know Melt With You is now available!

Fated, Book 4

Dragging a man into a supply closet at work so she can maul him—that’s so not Lanie’s style. But there’s something about Wes, the sexy paramedic with the bad reputation, that she can’t resist. After a terrible breakup, a move and a job change, Lanie’s ready to indulge in some new and exciting adventures. But Wes wants more…

From the moment he meets Lanie under um, stressful circumstances, Wes is a goner. Yeah, he has a reputation around the hospital as a serial dater but lately he’s thought about settling down. And he believes the petite nurse with the curvy body might be the one. Too bad she only wants a quick affair.

Lanie can’t deny the chemistry between them is strong but will she take a chance on fate? Or will she let Wes go?

You can find Melt With You at the following:

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I’m doing a contest over on my blog to win a copy of the Prowl series, so go check it out. Here are the details about the books…

Prowl the Night

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They are Panthers, sleek and sultry shapeshifters who survive by banding together and mating for life. Theirs is a world of unmatched power and uncontrollable passion…

Crave Me

As newly appointed heir to his Pride, Tomas Montoya struggles with both his new duties and his new mate. He craves the dark and dangerous pleasure he finds with Ciri but wonders if he can ever satisfy her need for more…

Want Me

Teresa Garcia has seen how loving and losing a mate can drive someone mad and she has no interest in experiencing that herself. But when she meets Rafael Santiago, she wants him like no other. Driven by desire, she hungers for his body with a fierce and feral passion…

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And for those who might be confused by the 87 books I seem to have with the word “Night” in the title, Prowl the Night has an emphasis on the Prowl because it’s the sequel to On the Prowl.

On the Prowl

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Meet the Cruz brothers. They look human—except for the golden sheen their eyes take when they’re aroused beyond control…and the way their claws come out when it’s time to play rough. They’re Panthers, ancient shapeshifters, and their survival depands on mating to bring out their wild sides…

Undeniable
When Antonio, the strong, sexy new leader of the Panther pride, meets luscious Solana in a dark alleyway, their passion lights up the night. But she’s an outcast, an impossible mate—and her touch makes him lose all control…

Irresistible
Ex-model and businesswoman Andrea doesn’t need anyone—until she meets Miguel, who tempts her mind with daring games and teases her body with dark, forbidden please she can’t resist…

Indescribable
Wild twins Ricardo and Diego do everything together—and their women appreciate the teamwork. Until shy Isabel takes refuge in their pride, and both want to claim her. Of course, sometimes two mates are better than one…

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Thanks, Smutketeers for inviting me over today to talk about my Fem-Dom novella, STILL TAKING CHANCES. I’ve been a great admirer of your blog, and especially your writing. It’s a great honor for me to be here today.

I’ve wanted to share this story ever since Elgin Huddleston first spoke his name in my head. Yeah, I know in some circles that would earn me a padded room and restraints (no, not that kind!), but the writers among you will understand! I have to tell you, I wasn’t sure I’d ever be able to tell Elgin’s story. There was a time when the manuscript languished half-written in a folder, and possibly doomed to remain that way.

The characters came to me a few years ago, and I kept them in my head for a long time. Elgin eventually became crystal-clear, and I knew it was time to write his story. I had the title and the characters, and I knew the kind of setting I needed. I began to write. I wrote over half of a full-length novel, and then I hit a brick wall. I couldn’t finish it. I had no idea where the story was going. I kept typing. I kept putting words in Mary Beth’s mouth, and with each one, I felt I was further from the goal than I was before. Elgin had spent his entire life compensating for what he saw as his shortcomings, and now, he was doubting everything he’d worked so hard to build. He was hurting inside, desperate to put his life back on even keel, and I didn’t have a clue how Mary Beth was going to help. All I knew was, she was his only hope.

In the midst of this, I went on a cruise with my family. I left Elgin and Mary Beth behind, hoping the time and distance would do me, and them, some good. That cruise changed my life. I came up with the idea for another book, and when I got home, I shoved Still Taking Chances into its virtual folder and began work on The Lust Boat.

Over a year later, after writing and selling three books in the Lothario series, I was asked to write a novella for an anthology. I needed an idea, and I needed it fast. I dug around in my files, and Elgin screamed at me. “How could you do this to me? I need you to tell my story.”

How could I resist a plea like that? I opened the file and read what I’d written so long ago. Hindsight is indeed 20/20. I instantly saw where I’d gone wrong. Elgin was the man I knew he had to be, but Mary Beth was all wrong. I’d made her a mouse, and Elgin, in his big bad combat boots, was stomping all over her. I knew then that Mary Beth had to be emotionally stronger than Elgin, and she had to have something Elgin needed desperately enough that he’d walk through fire, or go down on his knees, to find it.

Mary Beth became a dominatrix willing to risk her heart to help Elgin. By no means perfect, Mary Beth has her own flaws, but what she sees in Elgin’s eyes convinces her to trust him with her secret, and her heart, all the while knowing when he finds what he’s looking for, he’ll be gone. I think Mary Beth fell in love with Elgin at first sight, but she never told me for certain, so I’ll leave that for you to determine for yourself. At any rate, decided to help Elgin, knowing full well the price she would pay for doing so.

I deleted everything I’d previously written, except the opening scene, and began again. I submitted it for the anthology, but the powers-that-be thought it wasn’t a good fit. I was devastated. I’d never written a love story as true to the romance genre, and I couldn’t bear to shove it into a folder again. I pleaded my case, and after some discussion, Red Sage agreed to publish Still Taking Chances as a standalone novella.

I’ve never written anything I’m more passionate about than this little story. It may be short, but it’s long on emotion. Just as Mary Beth did, I poured my heart into this project, and I hope you fall in love with Elgin just as we did all those years ago.

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After a mission in a South American jungle goes wrong, DEA Agent Elgin ‘Hud’ Huddleston returns to his boyhood home to lick his wounds. Despite his better judgment, Hud is drawn to the woman across the street, a petite Dominatrix with a freeze your balls off name.

Mary Beth Winters packed away her toys and put the BDSM lifestyle behind her years ago when she realized the men she dominated didn’t need her as much as she needed them. But when a troubled bad-boy, Elgin ‘Hud’ Huddleston, moves in across the street, she dusts off her toy box and risks her heart to help him heal.

Excerpt:
Elgin Huddleston had been in the house for two weeks. Talk was all over town about his return. If Mary Beth believed half the stories told about him, then he’d be better off locked up in prison than walking the streets of Prairieview. But, she amended the thought, he wasn’t exactly walking the streets. Other than that first day, she hadn’t seen him outdoors at all. Every now and then, she noticed the local pizza delivery truck pull up, but that was it. Elgin ‘Hud’ Huddleston didn’t go out. Mrs. Huddleston’s beloved roses, and her lawn, were suffering for it too.

Mary Beth stood on the porch. She’d finally gotten up enough nerve to see what he was up to and to tell him to clean up the yard. Through the oval glass front door, she could see the front room was empty except for the obscenely large flat screen television, the overstuffed sofa, and a stack of presumably empty pizza boxes and Dr. Pepper cans. The man was a slob. She knocked a few times and waited for Elgin Huddleston to appear. Either she’d picked the one time he’d chosen to leave the house, or he was avoiding her. She tapped her toe, contemplating her next move. She’d come this far, and she wasn’t turning back now.
What she was doing was insane. Just because he didn’t lock his door didn’t make it okay for her to walk in, but for some reason she couldn’t fathom, she turned the knob and stepped inside.

The fine hairs on the back of her neck began to tingle. The empty house echoed every step, every sound. It was so quiet she imagined she could hear her own heart beat.

She’d read stories about people who had sensed something terrible about to happen to them moments before it actually did. Until now she’d thought it was something they’d imagined after the fact—one of those, I should have known better, moments.

Elgin was behind her. She knew it with every molecule in her body, even though he hadn’t made a sound. She could hear her own breath coming harsh and ragged, but not his. It was almost unnatural the way he moved without making a sound, without disturbing the very air around him. Mary Beth sucked in a deep breath, plastered her best fake smile on her lips, and turned.

She’d noticed his eyes once before when he’d left off the mirrored sunglasses. If she had to describe them, she would have said they were stormy. They were a blue gray color when he was angry, the only way she’d ever seen him. She wondered what color his eyes would be if he showed some other emotion. Would they be lighter if he smiled? Would they be darker if he was aroused? Those were questions she didn’t think she would ever have an answer for. Judging from the scowl on his face, he wasn’t happy to see her, but what was new about that?

“Hi,” she squeaked.

“Breaking and entering. I’m surprised, Ms. Winters.”

“I…I didn’t break in. Your door was unlocked.” It was a weak defense, but all she had.

“So, you took that as an invitation.”

“Yes. No,” she corrected. “You didn’t answer when I knocked, so I came to check on you.” No way was she going to tell him about the fantasies she’d had about him, or that something she didn’t want to think about, compelled her to pay him a visit. “I wanted to talk to you about the roses.”

“What about the roses?”

“They’re dying. You need to water them.”

His stormy eyes fixed on her, and she got the impression he could see right through her. And then he simply turned and walked toward the kitchen. Mary Beth followed. “Well?”

“Well what?” He disappeared into the walk-in pantry and emerged a second later. A pair of shiny handcuffs hung from his right index finger. “Are you going to arrest me if I don’t water the roses?”

It was as if a tornado descended on the house, sucking all the air from the room. Her head swam from lack of oxygen, and the knowing smile on Elgin Huddleston’s face didn’t help one bit. He knew. He knew her dirty little secret. Dear God. In five years, no one in Prairieview had even come close to guessing, and he’d figured it out in the few minutes they’d been in each other’s company.

His voice was low and gentle. Nothing like the voice she’d become accustomed to. “You can breathe now, Mistress. I won’t tell anyone.” No one had called her that in a very long time. Hearing it from his lips sent a tingle along every dormant nerve ending in her body, and made her want things she thought she’d never have again.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she lied through her teeth. The handcuffs picked up the band of sunlight streaming through the cherry curtain draped window, and reflected it around the room like a mirrored disco ball. “What are you going to do with those?”

“I’m not going to do anything with them, unless you tell me to.” He took a step closer, and she fought the urge to back away. “Tell me what you want me to do with them, Mistress. Do you want me to wear them?” His voice seduced her with its melodic timbre. “Do you want me on my knees, Mistress? Tell me what you want. Your desire, is my desire.”

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About Roz Lee:
Roz Lee has been married to her best friend, and high school sweetheart, for over three decades. These days she splits her time between their home in rural New Jersey, and Southern California, where her husband works. Even though she’s lived on both coasts, her heart lies in between, in Texas. A Texan by birth, she can trace her family back to the Republic of Texas. With roots that deep, she says, “You can’t ever really leave.”

Roz and her husband have two grown daughters they couldn’t be more proud of, and are currently raising a ten-year-old Labrador Retriever, Betty Boop, who isn’t aware of her canine heritage.

When Roz isn’t writing, she’s reading, or traipsing around the country on one adventure or another. No trip is too small, no tourist trap too cheesy, and no road unworthy of traveling.

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