Smutketeers

I’m a day late announcing winners to my contest. So sorry! My excuse is I was having a lovely lunch with my friend Kate Pearce, and then I forgot.

So, to make up for it. I’m declaring two winners instead of just one.

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Congrats, and thanks to everyone who commented!

Today is the big day! Demon’s Caress is out! I’m kicking off a new series with demon threesomes. Oh, yeah, you heard that right. A whole series of threesomes (it’s how the world works, you must have a threeway bond. Bummer, right? Heh.). I’m currently planning for this to be a trilogy, but one never knows when I might get a random extra idea or fall in love with a secondary character and add one or two more onto the series. So…three minimum. Enjoy!

Usually, Maron is the hunter—a demon sent to earth to imprison evil souls and hurl them into the pit. It’s a dirty, thankless job, but someone has to take out the trash. By necessity, demons need a partner to tag ’em and bag ’em. Since her partner got roped into a Demon Triad, though, she’s stuck with just the tagging part until her boss sends reinforcements.

Her backup turns out to be the last two men she wants to see. Two bonded demons who’ve been trying to seduce her into a Triad for months. Sure, the Triad’s sexual bonds generate phenomenal soul-trapping power. Give up her independence? Never. Still, it’s quite a thrill to be the hunted, for a change.

Since a night of debauchery in which the three of them experienced a level of power that’s nothing short of explosive, Raum and Kobal have been maneuvering to complicate her eternity…and make her like it. She thinks she’s the most relentless demon hunter around? She ain’t seen nothin’ yet. They’re determined to claim her heart and body…if they can cage the evil soul they’ve been sent to capture.

Product Warnings
Three demons doing very wicked things to each other. Guy on guy, guy on girl, guy on guy on girl, and any other combination they can think of. Some anal, a little flameball throwing, a few evil souls sent down to hell. All in a day’s work. Hey, they’re born to be bad…and they’re so good at it.

CONTEST

So…tell me what your new year’s resolution was this year and you can win a copy of my last ebook, ALL REVVED UP (hey, I want you to buy the brand new one)!

Winners announced on Friday!

Thanks to everyone who wished RG a happy birthday yesterday, you’re all wonderful! So, let’s get on the with the part you’re most interested in…who won the dirty books?

Three for Me? by R.G. Alexander goes to… Sue Sattler

Scandalous by Karen Erickson goes to… Jeanette Juan

Eversong by Eden Bradley goes to… Debra G

Demon’s Caress by Crystal Jordan goes to… Erika W.

Congrats to the winners!

(Also, if you won a copy of an ebook you already own, just let us know when we contact you and you can choose a different ebook from our backlists. No worries!)

So, today is RG’s birthday. I won’t say how many years she has under her belt because girls tend to be sensitive about these kinds of things, but I’m here to put a stop to that. Sometimes more is better. Some of you out there already know what I’m talking about, but let me host a little contest in honor of RG that really illustrates my point.

You’re going to have a chance to win one of our threesome (or foursome!) books. That’s right. Two (and sometimes three) guys. One girl. Lots and lots of dirtiness going on.

Three for Me? by R.G. Alexander (aka the birthday girl!)

Three men, a tomboy…and one erotic game that could change everything.

Simon, Eric, Rafael, Lee…and Charli. It’s never mattered that Charli is the only girl in the crowd. She’s always been a tomboy, anyway. Just one of the guys.

Between work and Couch Potato Thursdays, life is pretty full. Sure, no man alive can get through the friend gauntlet, but thanks to her boys and her toys, she’s got plenty of fantasy material. It’s a win-win situation. Until Lee has a destination wedding in Cozumel—and Charli’s “best man” duties take a kinky turn.

Through what looks to be foul play by Lee’s new brides, Charli finds herself on a decidedly decadent shore excursion, playing “The Race Erotic”. With each sexy challenge, it becomes clearer that down deep, she desires not one, not two, but all three of her remaining single buddies.

They’re the only family she’s ever known. She can’t imagine living without them. Will she have to choose? Or will the final score be three to one?

Scandalous by Karen Erickson

She always got anything she wanted…

A teenage crush on her big brother’s boyfriend. It was one of the few times in her spoiled-little-sister life that Alexa had to swallow the word “no”. She got over it, or she thought she had—until her brother’s wedding brings Eric back into her life, as flirty and fun as ever. It never mattered to her that he’s gay. Attraction is attraction.

One illicit kiss, and their reconnection blows her mind and rekindles girlish hopes. Then he sets her away from him and runs like hell.

Eric can’t believe that a woman’s touch arouses him. Not just any woman, but sweet Alexa, and he can’t help but want more. Desperate to come clean, he confesses all to his steady boyfriend, Brandon, expecting anger. But Brandon’s intrigued. He wants to meet the woman who’s tied Eric up in knots. With luck, maybe she’ll relight the spark between them.

Alexa may have lost her chance with Eric, but the consolation prize—a fling with him and Brandon, is too tempting to resist. She never expected to love both men, or to secretly yearn to belong to the one who commands her body like no other…

Eversong by Eden Bradley

In a realm of dangerously delicious decadence, three lost souls dare to love…

Ever, owner of London’s infamous Midnight Playground, fears the pain of his past and the weight of centuries are pushing him to the edge of insanity. Not even his favorite indulgences—sex, blood, companionship—hold his interest. And he wonders, what’s the point of immortality when life is unbearably empty?

Into the void stumbles trouble.

Kidnapped, Turned against her will then abandoned by a rogue vampire, Mercy Turned the handsome Deo in a fit of loneliness and despair. Now they stand, frightened and confused, before the Vampire Council to be punished for their unintentional crimes. Their fresh innocence, the intensity of their illegal bond, rekindles Ever’s sexual and emotional fire.

The trio forges a connection that’s more than simply a cure for Ever’s lassitude. Its brilliance drives the shadows from his soul…until Mercy is threatened, and he must draw on his darkness to fight for her life. And risk losing his happily forever after to madness.

Demon’s Caress by Crystal Jordan

Feel the burn.

Usually, Maron is the hunter—a demon sent to earth to imprison evil souls and hurl them into the pit. It’s a dirty, thankless job, but someone has to take out the trash. By necessity, demons need a partner to tag ’em and bag ’em. Since her partner got roped into a Demon Triad, though, she’s stuck with just the tagging part until her boss sends reinforcements.

Her backup turns out to be the last two men she wants to see. Two bonded demons who’ve been trying to seduce her into a Triad for months. Sure, the Triad’s sexual bonds generate phenomenal soul-trapping power. Give up her independence? Never. Still, it’s quite a thrill to be the hunted, for a change.

Since a night of debauchery in which the three of them experienced a level of power that’s nothing short of explosive, Raum and Kobal have been maneuvering to complicate her eternity…and make her like it. She thinks she’s the most relentless demon hunter around? She ain’t seen nothin’ yet. They’re determined to claim her heart and body…if they can cage the evil soul they’ve been sent to capture.

See? More is just better. So wish RG a happy birthday…and many more to come!

And the winner of my hand-knitted scarf and hat set is Ashley Applebee!

Congrats Ashley! And thanks to everyone who entered. Don’t worry, I’ll give away more of my knitting in the future. And books, natch!

NIGHTSHIFT is out today, woohoo! My novella in this anthology “Taken Between” is the second in my series about the shapeshifting Between, because I just fell in love with Max and Kira and had to give them their own story. Isn’t that always the way with series? You just want to know what happens to the brother or cousin or best friend character? Man, I love a good series.

Anyway, here’s what this story is about and where you can get it. Plus, you know…contest deets. We love a chance to win stuff, right?

The official blurb is really short, so here’s my unofficial (but more descriptive) one:

Max Delacourt is many things–a Between, a red wolf, a former soldier, an expert in security, and a prince. His father was the royal bastard who revealed their race to humanity and put them all in danger. His older brother Elan has been scrambling to preserve the simple human rights of their people ever since. As soon as his brother assumed the throne, Max knew what he had to do–he resigned his commission in the Marines and became the head of the King’s Guard. Elan might be working to protect the Between, but someone has to protect the king from those humans who’d like nothing more than to see their race thrown into chaos with no leader. No one would ensure Elan’s safety like Max would, so he left the military without a backward glance.

There’s nothing about his brother that Max envies, except the love of Kira Seaton. Like Max, Kira left her position with the Los Angeles Police Department to join the King’s Guard as second in command. She’s known both brothers since they were children on the Between island kingdom of San Amaro. Then, she’d been a servant’s daughter with a burning desire to prove herself. She’d been determined to keep up with both the older boys no matter what.

Years with the LAPD gave her a place where her natural curiosity and tenacity as a fox-shifter was valued, but it was never where she belonged. Elan becoming king meant he’d need help from those loyal to him, and it seemed as good a time as any to return home–this time in a position of influence that meant she had nothing left to prove to anyone.

Despite what Max thinks, she’s most definitely not in love with Elan Delacourt. No, she has the grave misfortune of loving the younger Delacourt brother. Half the time, she’s not certain if she wants to punch Max or kiss him.

Check out the video!

Read an excerpt here.

Buy it here: Amazon | B&N | Chapters | B-A-M | Indiebound | Powell’s | Kensington Books

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Now, Miss KittyKelly suggested that I turn my new hobby of knitting into a prize opportunity for my readers and quit teasing you with pictures of my work on my personal blog.

Okay, Kelly, you get your way. Here you go.

CONTEST: If you want a chance to win this chunky purple hat and scarf set (super soft, too!), knitted by yours truly, leave a comment and tell me what your favorite romance series is. (I still love Linda Howard’s Mackenzie series.)

I’ll draw a winner from the commenters on Friday!

Thanks to everyone who stopped by and commented with our lovely guest Mima.

Okay, let’s get on with the part you’re all waiting for…declaring two winners to her contest!

Drumroll, please…

JEN B
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JULIE COMINS

Congrats, ladies! Mima will be in touch about claiming your prizes!

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.