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The Winners!
by R.G. Alexander on Jul 29th, 2012 2 Comments »

Thank you for helping us celebrate our wonderful news!
The three winners-who receive a $20 Amazon Gift Card each are:

Fedora!

Jackie U!

and

Marika!

 

Send me an email at r.g.alexander@hotmail.com and I will send you your prize. :) Congratulations!!

FYI August will be busy and amazing…stick around.

ALL FOR SMUT AND SMUT FOR ALL!

 

Smutketeer Domination!
by R.G. Alexander on Jul 27th, 2012 31 Comments »

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Last night was a very special night. So I hear (since I was home in my pajamas while all the other Smutketeers were partying in California).

Smutketeer Eden Bradley/Eve Berlin wowed the crowd at the Passionate Ink Hurts So Good Party with a presentation and a little show and tell. She is the undisputed queen of BDSM, so you can only imagine (and I’ll let you) how thoroughly she…um…dominated the audience. *G*

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But that wasn’t all that happened. Remember our Smut Battle? Crystal Jordan and I were both up for a Passionate Plume Award for Best Paranormal/Time Travel of 2012.

Guess who won 1st and 2nd place? ;)

Yep. Smutketeers.

 

 

 

1st Place

 

2nd Place

Woohoo! To celebrate, Smutketeers are giving away 3 $20 Amazon Gift Cards! Just go and like our books on Amazon: Crystal Jordan’s Embrace the Night, Eden Bradley’s Sanctuary, and R.G.Alexander’s Three Sinful Wishes, and post here to let us know for your chance to win. Extra entries to anyone who gives a review of one of these books on Amazon, Goodreads or Barnes & Noble, and another for those who share this contest on Twitter or Facebook.

Winners will be announced on Sunday!

ALL FOR SMUT AND SMUT FOR ALL!

Kelly Jamieson’s Sweet Deal!
by edenbradley on Jul 9th, 2012 14 Comments »

Visiting France…or California?

 

In May I had the good fortune to travel to France with my husband, to visit our daughter. It was a wonderful holiday. I’d been to Paris before, but not outside the city, so travelling to the south of France, (Montpellier, then along the Cote d’azur to Nice) was all new to me. It was so beautiful, but I had to laugh because it reminded me so much of California, one of my other favourite places. My husband went to school in Santa Barbara, and we’ve gone back to visit many times. It’s very Spanish looking and is even known as the Riviera of North America, and now I know why ―the red clay tile roofs, stucco houses, the houses built all the way up the hills and mountains, the ocean and beaches, vineyards with rows and rows of grape vines, the palm trees and flowers and shrubs like bougainvillea, jasmine, mandeville, lantana…so much of felt familiar. If everything had been in Spanish, I would have sworn I was in Santa Barbara!

There are differences too, the old cobblestone streets and tall narrow buildings side by side don’t appear much in Santa Barbara. Europe is obviously much older than California. Also, everywhere in France there is a lot of graffiti—A LOT.

Anyone else ever traveled to both places? Or from my pictures, do you see the resemblance?

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The relationship is pretend. The chemistry…isn’t.

After her last job ended with a broken heart and a humiliating exit from the company, Shelby Leighton’s project management career is back on track with a new job and a high-profile project. The problem: her new boss is a little too friendly, and the staff is talking. Can you say, “déjà vu?”  The solution: casually mention a fictional new boyfriend.

New problem: She’s expected to bring her new man to the upcoming corporate picnic.

Jake Magill doesn’t do relationships. It’s casual or nothing, but the hot blonde he’s been eyeing at the coffee shop sure is something. Especially when she confesses her problem, and he finds himself offering to act as her date.

Sounds simple. Stroll around the party with Shelby’s sexy curves clinging to his arm? He’s all over it. Until he meets her boss—the man who once stole and married the one woman Jake thought he loved.

Now Jake’s the one with a reason to pretend. If only to save his own pride…and Shelby from the predatory gaze of the man who could ruin her, and any chance of finding out if their fake connection is the real thing.

Product Warnings: Contains one desperate lady in need, and a pretend boyfriend who shows impressive dedication to nailing all—and then some—elements of his role. Oh my! 

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SWEET DEAL

Copyright © 2012 by Kelly Jamieson

They drank another beer, chatted a bit more, danced again. As the evening grew cooler, Shelby slipped on a hoodie she’d brought. She almost forgot to be aware of where Andrew was, and whether he was watching them. As the crowd dwindled, she looked at Jake with regret.

“We could leave now,” she said softly. “I think our mission is accomplished.”

“Yeah. Okay.” He nodded and set down the cola he’d requested instead of beer last time. “I’ll drive you back to your car.”

“Oh. Yeah.” She hesitated. “You know, that wasn’t very smart of me, but I think I’ve had too much to drink.” She bit her bottom lip as she met his eyes. “I completely forgot I had to drive.”

“That’s okay. I’ll just drive you home then. Will you be able to get your car tomorrow?”

Things were pleasantly blurry as they walked hand in hand toward the parking lot. “Yeah, I’ll get it somehow. But thanks for driving me home. Geez, I feel so stupid.”

“You are far from stupid, Shelby Rose.”

“I like how you call me that,” she confessed. He opened the passenger door of his Audi SUV, and she paused. “Man, this is a high vehicle.”

“It is for an elf,” he said. “Here.” He lifted her and sat her on the passenger seat, then closed her door.

“Hey!” But he was walking around the vehicle to his side. She glared at him when he slid in and he grinned.

“I’m teasing.” He leaned over and brushed his mouth across hers, sending tingles cascading over her whole body. She blinked at him, then remembered to fasten her seatbelt.

He parked on the street in front of her apartment building in the quiet residential neighborhood and walked with her to the door. As she paused at the door, the shadows of the tall queen palm shifting moonlight over and around them, he slipped his fingers beneath her chin and lifted her face. She stared back at him, her gaze moving over his dark eyes, crinkled at the corners as he smiled, the cleft in the middle of his chin, the sexy curve of his lower lip. Oh. Her breath whooshed out of her.

Heat expanded, the air around them feeling like it might ignite, and then they were wrapped in each other’s arms, mouths fused together in a hot, impetuous kiss, bold, frantic and hungry.

His arms crushed her to him, her purse thunked to the ground and her feet lifted as he hauled her higher and tighter to his body.

“Jesus,” he muttered against her mouth, before taking it again in another devouring kiss. She kissed him back, mindless, frenzied. The sexual tension that had been smoldering inside her all evening burst into flames. Heat swept over her.

His tongue dragged over hers, licked her bottom lip, then his mouth sealed over hers again. An intense ache bloomed low in her belly, and she slid her hands into his hair, holding his head, and she kissed him back, a full-mouthed, full-bodied kiss that had more heat exploding between them.

Eventually, she pulled back, panting, heart hammering, and gasped, “Wait.”

He made a sound like a groan.

“We don’t have to do this,” she wheezed. “This was supposed to be an act.”

He made a derisive noise. “Yeah. It was supposed to be. But don’t tell me you don’t feel it too, Shelby Rose.”

His hands tightened on her ass, pulling her against him, and she felt his erection against her belly. Holy crap, he was big. She’d made him that hard. And he’d made her so wet her panties were soaked. You couldn’t fake that kind of reaction. She gazed up at him, uncertain of what to do now.

“Invite me in,” he ordered softly.

She licked her lips. She wanted to, she really, really did, but she’d made this mistake before. Slept with guys too soon, because they got her all hot and bothered, because dammit she liked men, and she loved sex.  Her friends had analyzed to death her tendency to fall into bed with men and she knew it had to do with wanting attention from them, and she was determined she was done with all that. But all those old doubts fell away when she studied him, remembering what he’d done for her that evening, how he’d helped her, how he’d really cared that she fixed things with her boss, and a tender warmth spread through her. She was lost.

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CONTEST! Just comment here to be entered to win a lovely little French-themed prize package! Package includes:  Lavender sachet, herbes de provence sachet, Eiffel Tower keychain and of course a French condom! Winner to be announced in the comments section here on the 11th, so be sure to check back!

Buy SWEET DEAL now at Samhain Publishing, Amazon or B&N !

I’m a married mother of two who lives a very ordinary life outside of my imagination. When I’m not writing I’m usually reading. I also like to cook and that means I like to read cookbooks and cooking magazines. In the summer I enjoy spending time gardening and in the winter I like to read gardening magazines and seed catalogues. I love lying on the beach or on my deck with a glass of wine and a good book. I also love to travel. As you can see, pretty much all my activities involve reading somehow! Although I don’t have as much time for it any more, I also love to shop, especially for clothes and shoes. Some think I’m obsessed with shoes but that is not true (although my husband would point out that there is no room left in our closet).

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Eden’s SANCTUARY winner!
by edenbradley on Jul 8th, 2012 Comments Off

The winner of my release celebration for my BDSM novella SANCTUARY is…

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Becky J!!!!

Congrats, Becky! You’ve won a prize package of ARC’s (advance reader’s copies) of the first two Eve Berlin ‘Edge’ books PLEASURES EDGE and DESIRE’S EDGE! I’m emailing you right now. Thanks for playing, everyone! And stay tuned for more awesome giveaways and guest authors!

Eden/Eve :)

The Fab Roni Loren is Here!
by edenbradley on Jul 3rd, 2012 13 Comments »
Is Having a Favorite Hero Like Having a Favorite Child?
by Roni Loren
First, *waves*, I want to thank The Smutketeers for having me today! I feel like I should’ve shown up in some cool costume or something so I could fit in. Oh well, maybe next time. :)
So, today marks the release of my second full-length novel from Berkley Heat, MELT INTO YOU, a BDSM menage romance. I thought I couldn’t possibly be more excited for a book release than what I was for my debut book, CRASH INTO YOU, in January. But here I am, all giddy again.
And I think I’ve figured out the reason for that excitement. Often people ask me who was my favorite hero to write so far or my favorite story. And usually it’s whatever book I’m working on currently because in order to write it, I need to be in love with those characters and that story. But turns out, that’s not a totally honest answer.
The truth is, I have a favorite hero. Jace, the hero in MELT, is my favorite to write. He shows up in some capacity in all five books I’ve written so far. I didn’t plan for that to happen. He’s the best friend of the hero in the first book, and I had to stop myself from letting him have too much page time so he didn’t steal the show, lol. He’s just damn fun to write (and hawt and dominant, of course.) Here’s my photo inspiration for him (model Andy Speer):

I guess I can’t resist a tortured bad boy with humorous/sarcastic streak. But part of me does feel a little guilty for loving him just a bit more than all my other heroes in the series. It’s like having a favorite child. Don’t tell the other guys, okay?
So do you usually have a favorite hero in a series? For those series you love reading, is there one hero whose book will always be the standout for you?
GIVEAWAY: Comment today and win a copy of STILL INTO YOU (Kindle or Nook), an e-novella in my Loving on the Edge series about a married couple trying to rekindle their relationship with kink. Blurb here. (And yes, Jace shows up in that one too, lol.) Contest winner will be chosen on Friday and announced in the comments.


 

And MELT ONTO YOU is on sale today! Amazon- Barnes and Noble 

Her first love has returned, and he’s brought a friend…
After running away from home and the boy who broke her heart, Evan Kennedy has kick-started the perfect new life with her celebrity fiancé. So what if said fiancé prefers guys? She knew the deal. And with her ticket to The Ranch, an exclusive resort where any fantasy can be satisfied, she knows she can find someone to fulfill her less-than-traditional desires on the side.
She just never expected that man to be Jace Austin, her old heart-breaker—all grown up, hard-bodied, and holding out a collar. She knows it’s probably a world-class bad idea—especially since Jace has brought along his buddy Andre, who’s every bit as irresistible. But if they can stick to the no-strings rules, so can she.
Too bad Jace has never been so good with rules. Evan is convinced “forever” is a word used only in greeting cards, but Jace and Andre have one last fantasy of hers left to fulfill. It’s time to go big or go home. And neither man has ever been a fan of going home.
EXCERPT:
A few hard-fought minutes later, packed sand scraped against her heels, and she sucked in a deep sigh of relief. The man dragged her another few feet until they reached dry land, then set her down and kneeled next to her.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his broad chest heaving beneath his soaked T-shirt.

She lifted her gaze to the concerned eyes staring down at her, an odd sense of déjà vu washing over her. “I, uh . . .”

“I heard you scream. Are you hurt?” He touched the side of her head, evaluating her.

She wet her lips. “My leg . . . Something stung me . . . I lost my balance.”

He glanced down the length of her—the mostly naked length of her. Shit.She shot up into a sitting position and scooted backward, but his hand locked over her knee as he stared down at her upper thigh, which was still burning like she’d roasted it over an open fire.

“Damn, it got you good.”

“What are you talking about?” She tried to jerk her leg from beneath his grip, but he held her firm as he examined her.

“Jellyfish,” he said, frowning at her. “Your whole thigh is striped. That must hurt like a sonofabitch.”

She stared down at the red tentacle-shaped lines around her thigh. “Well, it doesn’t feel awesome.”

He chuckled, the rich sound seeming to vibrate from deep within his chest, and something stirred in the back of her brain. He climbed to his feet. “Here, let me help.”

“Don’t you dare pee on me,” she said, the words slipping out before she could rethink them.

He tilted his head back in a full laugh this time, the sound echoing down the beach.

She cringed. “I’m sorry, I—”

He raised a hand, his eyes still lit with humor. “Don’t worry. The urine thing is just an urban myth. And I’m definitely not going to ruin my ‘just saved pretty girl from drowning’ hero status by taking a leak on you. I’m not that stupid.”

She couldn’t help but smile. “Oh, a hero, huh? So this is all a big pick-up routine? Find drowning girls and ride in on your white horse?”

“Absolutely.” He grabbed the hem of his T-shirt and pulled it off, revealing miles of taut skin, sinewy muscle, and tribal-style ink running across his shoulder and down one arm, rendering her momentarily speechless. Water dripped off his soaked hair—which looked to be blond, though it was hard to tell in the moonlight—and slipped down his now bare chest. Her gaze locked on the tiny droplets, tracking their path down to the band of his shorts until they disappeared. Oh, blessed Lord

He cleared his throat, no doubt catching her in her perusal, and squatted next to her. His hand slipped under her knee. “Here, seawater actually helps the sting. Let me wrap this around your leg, and then we can go to my room. We’ll get you feeling better.”

She cocked an eyebrow at him. “Oh, really. Might want to tap the brakes there, Rico Suave. Despite my state of undress, I don’t just go to strangers’ hotel rooms. I’m not quite that easy.”

Dimples appeared as he fought a smile. “Oh, not quite that easy, but easy. Duly noted.”
If you want to read the whole first chapter, you can find it here.


Thanks for having me!


Find me:
Website/Blog: www.roniloren.com
Twitter: @RoniLoren

Emily Ryan-Davis Winners!
by Crystal Jordan on Jul 2nd, 2012 Comments Off

The winners for those who joined her newsletter are: soozelbug2000 and reginamayross!

Her winners on Smutketeers are: Anne and Z!

Emily’s going to be a little late in getting in touch–she’s caught in the big storm over on the east coast and is without power right now. Give her a couple of days to regroup!

SANCTUARY is out now!
by edenbradley on Jul 1st, 2012 29 Comments »

I’m so excited to share this story with everyone! SANCTUARY was originally published with Berkley Heat as part of an anthology. I’ve since had the rights returned to me and rewrote the story, adding tons of new content. It was one of my earlier works, and in reading  it over I saw that my hero, Shaye, needed a lot more character development, so I dove into his head. I found lots of dirty and wicked stuff in there-not that I minded! But he had a lot more to say than had made it onto the pages in the original version.

The book needed more kinky sex, too, and I was more than happy to oblige. *G* I think Shaye and Devin are pretty happy about it, too.-and I’m always happy to write a good BDSM story, since it’s a subject that’s close to my heart.

Speaking of subjects close to my heart…this story was based on a real life experience. Club X really existed in San Francisco when I lived there, although it went by another name-a huge dance club that had a fetish night every week, with leather-clad go-go dancers writhing on poles and a small dungeon space upstairs in the loft. The pounding music and a crowd of over 2,000 people made for an electric atmosphere!

And then there was the Ring. Pro Doms and Dommes, all of them beautiful and dressed to kill. Their job was to put on a show, using people from the crowd as their victims pf pleasure and pain.  I met a mysterious and astonishingly gorgeous man there…his name wasn’t Shaye-I had to change the names to protect the not-so-innocent. And there was no happily ever after for us, but there could have been…One thing romance authors often do is take bits and pieces from our own lives and write those happy endings we might have hoped for.

Let’s take a look at Sanctuary, and we’ll all cheer Devin and Shaye toward their happily-ever-after…with some well-placed rope and a few spankings thrown in. *G*

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From the Author of The Dark Garden comes another scorching BDSM romance.

When her best friend takes her to a BDSM club in San Francisco Devin Delaney meets the beautiful, mysterious and commanding Shaye Vincent. The wealthy, enigmatic man takes her on a journey into the darker side of sex, and it’s addictive. He’s addictive.

At Sanctuary Devin’s kinkiest fantasies—and her emotions—shift into overdrive. But she’ll have to face old demons in order to give up control, and Shaye will have to walk through his own darkness. Can pain and desire bring them together? Or will it tear them apart?

Sensual, seductive and deeply moving—If you liked the Fifty Shades trilogy, you’ll fall in love with Sanctuary.

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Lights pulsed, music pounded, and Devin’s heart hammered faster than it ever had in her life. How had she let Kimmie talk her into coming here, to the Ring, on fetish night? She’d never seen anything like it.

She’d never imagined she would love it.

Hundreds of club-goers pressed against the sturdy metal railing that surrounded the Ring, the loft section of Club X, one of the hottest dance clubs in San Francisco, where unusual and wicked things happened every Friday night. Things she had heard about, maybe even dreamed about, but had never seen. Until now.

She had to get closer.

Devin followed Kimmie’s sleek, dark head as she pushed her way through the crowd, somehow finding her way, even though at just over five feet tall she couldn’t possibly have seen where she was going.

All around them multicolored lights flashed against dark red walls and into the shadowed alcoves where club-goers rested on velvet-covered couches and couples were locked in erotic embraces, oblivious to the crowd and the noise.

They were almost up to the front. All around her people writhed and bounced to the beat that reverberated through the club, making the floors tremble until she could feel it in the pit of her stomach.

When they reached the railing, Kimmie pulled on Devin’s arm.

Devin shook her head. “It’s okay. I can see from here,” she yelled.

“What?”

“I’m fine right here,” she repeated more loudly.

Kimmie grinned, shook her head and shoved Devin in front of her.

“Kimmie!” Devin shouted over her shoulder, laughing. Then she felt the metal rail press against her stomach as the crowd surged forward.

In an instant her eyes were riveted to the scene before her, the strange, compelling scene within the Ring.

Chains dangled from somewhere high in the ceiling, ending in leather cuffs with big metal buckles. Against the back wall stood three enormous wooden crosses, each in the shape of a giant ‘x’. And bound to these crosses were two women, one man. The man had his shirt off, and a woman dressed all in black with hair dyed an impossibly bright scarlet was hitting his back with a small, multi-tailed flogger, raising fine red welts on his skin. With every slow, even stroke of the flogger the crowd called out, urging her on, making goose bumps rise on Devin’s arms, on the back of her neck.

But what really interested her were the women.

The two young blondes were stripped down to their underwear, both in black bras and g-strings. They faced the crosses, their arms raised high over their heads, their wrists cuffed and attached to eyebolts embedded in the wood. A pair of men spanked them with paddles in perfect synchronicity, moving with the beat of the heavy techno music.

Something in her stirred, awoke with a sharp cry of need as she watched. Amazing. Amazing that seeing this happen could make her body respond in this way. Amazing that she had never thought about this sort of thing before.

Or had she? She knew what the floggers were called, and she’d agreed to come here with Kimmie easily enough. A night out at a club, her friend had said, with maybe a little extra thrill. This was thrilling, alright. Even more than the erotic novels she’d read. But that was just fiction, wasn’t it? It didn’t mean she actually wanted to do those things any more than reading a mystery novel meant she wanted to be a cop hunting down a serial killer.

Except that she was there, on the edge of the Ring, and her pulse was racing, her legs trembling as heat gathered between her thighs.

Maybe…

She pulled in a deep breath, exhaled slowly as she watched.

The two men, dressed entirely in black, wore leather pants and snug T-shirts. Their attention was focused on the pair of women, their backs to the crowd. And when they smacked the women’s flesh a cry rose from the wild group of onlookers. The music shifted and the men worked faster, in time with the new rhythm. Devin saw the ripple of muscles beneath their tight T-shirts as they lifted their arms and swung. The sound of the crowd became one long, continuous arc of noise. She could feel the aura of excitement all around her as the crowd fed it, fed her, making her pulse hammer in her veins. She couldn’t take her eyes away from the scene before her.

Kimmie yelled into her ear, “What do you think?”

All Devin could do was shake her head. What could she say? It was too loud in there to try to explain to Kimmie everything going through her mind.

“Do you want to go?” her friend asked.

“What? No!” She wasn’t going anywhere.

“Really?”

She turned for a moment, and found a wide grin on Kimmie’s face, her gray eyes sparkling.

Devin smiled, shook her head a little. “Yes, really.”

Kimmie shrugged and Devin focused again on the action in the Ring.

The two men finished and released the girls from their restraints, rubbed their arms, their wrists, took them to a back corner and sat them down on a bench. A girl with short, dark hair and dressed in a red leather corset wrapped the women in blankets and gave them something to drink. Devin watched, mesmerized by the entire process. One of the men disappeared through a side door. The other turned around and a shock of heat roared through her.

He was beautiful.

Even in the flashing club lights she could see the honeyed shade of his skin. His hair was a short, spiky shock of brown tipped with blond, as though he’d recently been in the sun. His close-shaven goatee, a few shades darker than his hair, made him look purely devilish.  It was too dim and he was too far away for her to see his eyes, but from where she stood they were dark, glittering. His gaze roved over the wild crowd and he gave them a crooked grin and a saucy wink, as though he was very much aware that he was performing—he probably was. And then he pulled his shirt off over his head.

She only had a moment to take in broad, muscled shoulders and tight six-pack abs, heavy tattoos around both biceps, before he turned around and started to pick up some items scattered around the floor, setting them on a wooden rack: a crop, the two paddles he and the other man had used, a variety of multi-tailed whips and canes, a few small metal tools. Devin wasn’t sure what everything was called. All she knew for certain was that this man made her entire body surge with need.

If only he would turn around again.

When he did, he looked right at her. Even among a crowd of hundreds, she knew it immediately. He watched her, and flashed that small, cocky smile he’d given the crowd of revelers before. But this time it was for her alone.

He moved forward toward the front of the Ring until he stood right in the center of it. He stopped there, stared at her, locking his gaze on hers. Her stomach filled with butterflies, wings fluttering madly. She couldn’t believe he was looking at her, but the line of his gaze was perfectly clear.

Want…

She licked her suddenly dry lips. Her nipples went hard beneath her tight, stretchy top. It seemed his dark gaze traveled there instantly, to almost caress her skin before returning to her face. That self-assured smile appeared again, quirking just one corner of his mouth. Unbelievably sexy. Lust sang in her veins. She could hardly believe that having him look at her—just look at her!—was making her go wet.

The tattoos, the wicked goatee, him standing in the middle of this place, shirtless and beautiful…he was the ultimate bad boy, a satyr come to life. She’d never before been so attracted to a man. The hot flood of music and the colored lights only seemed to add to the sensual aura as he stared her down, daring her somehow.

He beckoned with his head, his grin quirking a little more. Yes, daring her to join him in the Ring.

She couldn’t do it, of course, no matter that every cell in her body screamed at her to go to him, to have this man touch her.

Touch me…

He moved toward her, approached the railing and put his hand out to her.

She blinked, offered her hand to him before she had a chance to think about it. He took it in his, turned it and laid a soft kiss in the center of her palm. A wave of raw desire rushed through her body like liquid fire.

He leaned in and yelled over the music, his deep voice booming over the noise of the club.  “I’m Shaye. Tell me your name.”

God, he was talking to her.

“Devin.”

“Come play with me, Devin.”

She pulled back and saw that evil grin on his face. He had perfect white teeth, and she could see now that his eyes were a dark, smoky hazel, with long, thick lashes.

“No, I…I can’t.”

“Of course you can. Just say yes.”

He still held onto her hand. His was large and warm, the contact like an electrical current running up her arm and straight to her sex. But she couldn’t bring herself to do what these people did in the Ring.

Could she?

She felt dizzy suddenly with the possibility. This wasn’t her. She was no innocent virgin, but this was too much. Too intense, too wild. And she couldn’t do what those girls had done—give up all control to another person. Control was how she kept her life together, on track. Control was her strength. She’d come to watch, not to participate. And she wouldn’t even be there if it weren’t for Kimmie dragging her along tonight. She glanced around. Where was Kimmie?

But he was leaning in again, until his mouth was warm against her ear. “Come and play with me, little Devin. You know you want to. I can feel it from here.”

His voice was a low purr. Sexy as hell, like everything else about him. And he was close enough that she could smell him: a little bit of clean male sweat mixed with some earthy fragrance. Sandalwood? She allowed herself to take one long inhale, savoring the scent of him. It made her shivery and hot inside. It made her confused.

“I can’t. Really. I’m…I’m here with my friend. I have to go find her.”

“Come back, then. Later tonight. Any night.”

She started to shake her head. He tucked a card into her free hand.

“This is my cell. Call me if you’d ever like to play. Here. Or wherever. I want to see you.”

She looked up at him and the grin was gone. His gaze was hot, burning right through her. He lifted her hand and kissed it again, sending a lovely shiver through her system once more, and she had a moment to glance at the heavy tribal bands around his biceps—Maori work, from the look of it. She did love a man with tattoos. And tattoos on this man…

The woman with the bright red hair came and tapped him on the shoulder, said something into his ear. He waved her off.

“I have to get back to work. Call me, Devin. Come and see me here. Promise me you will.”

“I don’t know…”

“Promise, Devin.”

He hadn’t let go of her hand. He gave it a small squeeze. Her pulse raced, hot and fast as lightning.

He scared the hell out of her.

She wanted him so much it hurt.

“I’ll…maybe…”

“You will.” His devastating grin spread across his face. He took a step back, dropped her hand, took another step before turning around and walking to the back of the Ring.

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You can buy SANCTUARY now on B&N for your Nook and on Smashwords-coming in a few days to Amazon and other online outlets! 

And if you like a good kinky read, try my BDSM novel THE DARK GARDEN, out now on Amazon  or B&N in print and for your Kindle or Nook and coming soon to Target stores!

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There’s always a CONTEST to celebrate a Smutketeers book release, and today is no different! I’m giving away a prize package of kink!  ARC’s (advance reader copies) in PDF format of the first two books in my Eve Berlin ‘Edge’ series, PLEASURE’S EDGE and DESIRE’S EDGE will go to one lucky winner. To enter, all you have to do is tell me why you love to read about kink, and what your gateway kinky book was-IOW, what got you started reading kink. I’ll be back to choose and announce a winner on July 3rd, so be sure to check back!