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: EdenKarenCrystal 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!
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*)
*~*~*~*~*~*~* 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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You can buy EVERSONG now! Samhain Publishing * Amazon * B&N *
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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CONTEST! Roz is offering a $10.00 Amazon gift card to one lucky winner-all you have to do to be entered to win is comment-easy! The winner will be announced in the comments section tomorrow night, so be sure to check back!
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.
One of today’s commenters will win a copy of “Mastering Lara”, a Maison Domine interlude. Don’t forget to leave your email! The winner will be announced here on Saturday, so stop in again!
To celebrate her September 20th release of His Only Hope from Samhain Publishing, Skylar is giving away three naughty prize packs, filled with flavored body oil, massage oil, a play collar, and other goodies. Readers can earn points by (a) liking her Facebook page, (b) tweeting about the book (don’t forget to add @skylarkade to the message!), (c) signing up for her quarterly newsletter (skylarkade@gmail.com to be added), and (d) sending Skylar proof of purchase for His Only Hope and/or Maison Domine (skylarkade@gmail.com). Winners will be selected and notified on Halloween.
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The Maison Chronicles series takes place at a resort in the mountains north of Los Angeles. As your travel agent, I strongly recommend you to book a vacation there.
Ten Reasons to Book a Weekend At Maison Domine
10. It’s a great escape from the fog of Los Angeles.
9. They offer free Wi-Fi. True, it goes sadly unused, but people actually have other things to do besides work.
8. I hear the view from the mountaintop is spectacular…though many people don’t spend their time gawking at it.
7. The on-site masseur, masseuse, and aesthetician, though I haven’t heard of anyone yet having the free time for spa treatments.
6. Their full-time chef makes gourmet food to die for. If it also fuels you up for a long night of spanking or flogging, that’s just a fringe benefit.
5. The guest rooms are lushly appointed: deep, long couches perfect for…uh…cuddling; a huge four-poster bed reminiscent of Victorian romance. Really–the posts are for the romance, I promise.
4. Katrina Lamont, the club’s owner, is a sweet French-American woman who makes every guest feel welcome. Unless they’ve been naughty boys, of course.
3. The whole basement is set up for private themed parties. Of two. Three, if you’re being adventurous.
2. Each private room is well-stocked with party favors, like floggers, crops, cuffs, and blindfolds.
1. If you go alone, you’re guaranteed to meet a hunka hunka burnin’ love who’s more than happy to, uh, show you the ropes.
If you are so inclined to do more research before planning your trip, you have a few resources available to you, tour guide written by true insiders. I’d recommend reading “Maison Domine,” (found at Samhain, Nook, and Kindle), “Mastering Lara,” (found at Smashwords, Nook, and Kindle), and “His Only Hope” (Samhain, Nook, Kindle)
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Skylar Kade, self-avowed hedonist and princess extraordinaire, started her writing career after throwing aside yet another romance she could not bring herself to finish. The run-on sentences! The purple prose! Oh, the horror of it was just too much. So she sat down to write her own tale. Her favorite part about writing is the extensive research.
She currently resides in sunny southern California, alternately cursing the polluted air and adoring the often-perfect weather. Skylar spends her time asking the cabana boys to bring her more mimosas and feed her strawberries while she dreams up her next naughty adventure.
You can find her erotic romances at Samhain, Siren, and Ellora’s Cave, in print and e-book.
This time, he’s not giving her up without a fight.
The Maison Chronicles, Book 2
After two grueling years caring for her terminally ill mother, Hope O’Shea is eager to start fresh. Except her first interior-decorating job is for a popular BDSM club—part of her kinky past she misses, but had to leave behind.
Worse, she somehow ends up in the arms of her ex-Dom, Gabriel Cassidy. The one man who could strip her emotions bare, so bare that rather than reveal her painful history, she ran.
Gabriel never understood why Hope left without even a goodbye. Determined to get answers, he entices her to Maison Domine for a weekend on the promise of meeting the owner for another decorating job. Except being with her again reminds him why he loved her in the first place—and why she shouldn’t trust him as her Dom.
As their attraction reignites, Hope is transported back to the sub-space bliss she felt only with Gabe. Then a nightmare from her past shows up at the club, and with no other safe place to turn, she has no choice but to trust Gabe with her shame. Leaving Gabe with a devastating choice—reveal his last secret…or lose his Hope.
Product Warnings: This book contains a feisty interior decorator, a dominating leather worker, heart-wrenching sex and redemption.
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Hope O’Shea thought she’d never set foot in The Sunset Strip ever again. She’d been out of the scene for two years, which had been good for her. She shivered, remembering the handful of times she’d come here.
On her return to LA, Melina, the Mistress who owned the popular BDSM nightclub, contacted her to redesign the whole place. Dammit, the things she did for old friends and new clients.
This Saturday night, like most, the club’s otherwise inconspicuous entrance saw an overwhelming amount of foot traffic. Housed in a ’50s-era office building, it was impossible to guess what the dark brick walls held, so long as one ignored the interesting mix of characters entering and exiting.
Hope shook her head, exorcising thoughts of the past. Strands of newly cut and dyed auburn hair flew into her eyes, and she brushed them away. She missed the convenience of ponytails, but her stylist assured her the shorter hair was “chic and professional”.
“It’s now or never, Hope.” She nodded at her reflection in the visor mirror and used the lure of a giant paycheck to shore up her courage before leaving the safety of her SUV.
Her spike heels, three inches high and fire-truck red, clicked on the pavement from the large parking lot across the street to the club entrance. Clammy hands smoothed invisible wrinkles out of her new black pantsuit. It wasn’t proper scene attire, but it would have to do, because even if her old corsets and lingerie hadn’t been too big on her, she wouldn’t have worn something seductive for a business meeting.
The red French doors loomed ahead and an invisible weight settled on her chest. Despite her work with a therapist and her progress, panic attacks still loomed like storm clouds.
Too tense, that was her. She poured herself into work, eschewing any distractions in order to build her client list. Maybe once she had her business up and running she could try to find vanilla recreations.
But no more BDSM. No more vulnerability.
She eyed the club and appreciated the irony. Myriad outlets for her anxiety could be hers for the night, if only she asked.
As nice as one night of submission might be, it would be a step backward. It would be her relying on someone other than herself.
One of Melina’s security team, decked out in leather pants and black T-shirt, opened the door for her. A quick thanks and she was inside, heading down the short hall to the main office. She wanted to get this over with as soon as possible, before temptation overruled her better sense.
And I have been assimilated…into the realm of self-publishing! It’s something each of the Smutketeers have tried our hands at. We’re still navigating these new waters, figuring out what our readers want to see from us, what we want to write, and how to do it all. Luckily my boyfriend, the infamous Sam Saturday, has been here to hold my hand through all the technical stuff (okay, he’s doing it all for me *G*), and did most of the work on the cover, which leaves me free to focus on the writing!
My first self-pubbed project has been EVER: THE TURNING. This is a short novella, a prequel to my best-selling Midnight Playground vampire series. My intention in writing this book was mainly to please readers of the series who always want more of Ever, the owner of the Midnight Playground club in London. And to be honest, I wanted more of him, myself, so writing this was no hard chore!
But this book is a bit different from my average vampire fare in that it’s not exactly a complete story in itself. Ever’s story is in Book Four, EVERSONG, which will be released October 4th.
Instead, EVER: THE TURNING is about his history, and about the beginning of the Midnight Playground clubs. It flashes from 891 A.D. to London in 2042, and gives readers a little insight into where Ever, my ancient Viking vamp, came from, and the tragedy that has kept him from loving a woman for a thousand years.
This story may not please those readers who haven’t read any of my other Midnight Playground books-I’m not certain what response new readers will have to this prequel story. But I hope that fans will read this story and see how Ever has evolved over the centuries. I don’t think one can live for a thousand years and not go through enormous change. Think of what ten years-twenty-can mean for us!
Let’s take a look…
The Midnight Playground series
London, 2040
The world-wide economic crisis has finally allowed the vampires to come out of the shadows in which they’ve hidden for untold centuries. The first of the Midnight Playground vampire sex clubs is founded in London’s old Palace Theater, and mankind comes to know the vampires, to worship them as gods. These dens of the ultimate in sexual deviance and utter luxury are revered, the Kiss of the vampires yearned for, and given only to those few who are fortunate enough to gain entry—both the Seeking Kiss, that exquisite drink offered to the human sex partners of the vampires, and the Turning Kiss, the exchange of blood which gives the eternal gift of immortality.
But with immortality comes a lifetime of regret, loss—and the possibility of love everlasting
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EVER: THE TURNING Love may die, but it is never forgotten…
As a young Viking in the late ninth century, Ever’s ship is destroyed in a catastrophic storm, killing his brothers and crew. Avoiding the fate of his shipmates, Ever is rescued by the beautiful, savage vampire Vérún, who lustfully Turns him from human to immortal, creating a unique and enduring bond.
But as the decades pass, Vérún becomes enveloped by the weight of time. Even Ever’s great love for her is unable to save her from her fate. But that love will last for eternity…
As the prequel to Eden Bradley’s erotic vampire stories, “Ever: The Turning” connects the series’ past to its future, revealing the origin of the Midnight Playground Clubs and giving new meaning to their existence.
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Sam, who runs Saturday Buffet, a video production company for authors, made a gorgeous trailer for this book! (And authors-he’s running an awesome special right now!)
I have more plans to self-pub! I’ve had the rights returned to me on two older contemporary BDSM stories that I plan to do major overhauls on, and one in particular will probably nearly double in length. I hope to get those out in the coming months. And the Smutketeers have already brainstormed a shapeshifter series with some unique twists that we’ll work on together. We’ll be guided by Crystal, our shapeshifter expert, for which I’m very grateful. Our Skinwalker series will be packed with heat and emotion-I can hardly wait to get started!
But next up will probably be my long-awaited steampunk erotic romance, THE DREAMBOX GIRL. I’ve been dying to get to this story! I’m totally steampunk obsessed (some of you may have noticed *G*), but this story is already taking me in unexpected directions, and I’m only in the early planning stages. So many stories, so little time. *sigh*
We’re really enjoying the freedom self-publishing allows us, in regards to the kinds of books we can put out, and we can do it on our own schedule. We hope you’ll all enjoy our self-pubbing efforts! To give one lucky reader a small taste, I’m giving away a copy of EVER: THE TURNING to continue our Unbound Contest! Just comment here and let us know what you’d like to see from the Smutketeers-any one of us, or all of us as a group. What genre/character/theme do you crave? Let us know how to give you all what you desire most! I’ll announce my winner at the end of the week! And what the heck-I’ll throw in another of my e-books just to sweeten the pot-or rather, to spice it up!
Question of the day: What do a giant and a dom have in common?
1) People listen when they speak. Or else. 2) Big muscles, especially the one that really counts! Ooh, baby… 3) They may be bad-ass, but they have a gentle touch (sometimes, anyway). Total mush-pots on the inside. Do NOT tell them we said that. 4) A woman always feel safe with them-except when love makes them dangerous. 5) Tall, dark and handsome (although one may be a wee bit taller than the other). 6) Shadow space and sub space are kind of the same thing. Kind of. (You’ll have to read both books to see what we mean).
The Smutketeers are thrilled to announce the simultaneous release (we always love that!) of R.G. Alexander’s ETERNAL GUARDIAN and Eve Berlin’s (Eden’s alter-ego) DESIRE’S EDGE! So if you hear a lot of moaning around here, you’ll know what’s going on. Pull out the power tools and join us!
Eve/Eden: Today my next ‘Edge’ book from Berkley Heat, DESIRE’S EDGE, is out! It seems like it’s taken forever, and I love this book so much, so this is a very exciting day for me. Plus, yaknow, I always love to spread the smut.
I’ve been blogging and doing interviews all over the Internet, so I wanted to think of something different to do here on the Smutketeers blog, since this is my home-and I realized that my hero, Dante De Matteo, hasn’t been interviewed anywhere! Shame on me! (I’m sure he’ll find an appropriate punishment later). Let’s welcome my tall, dark and kinky Dante!
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Eve/Eden: Welcome to the Smutketeers blog, Dante. I’d bow down and offer to polish your boots-because you do tend to bring that out in a girl!-but I know you’re not that kind of dominant. Why don’t you tell us how you see your role as a dom?
Dante: For me, the roles of dominant and submissive are all about the power dynamic-and I don’t mean that I’m into the more extreme roles of master and slave. I like the subtleties of BDSM, and I’m lower-key about it than Alec or Connor. I don’t need to take a bullwhip to a woman to please myself-or her. It’s her response that counts, not how much pain she can endure. If that means turning her over my knee and giving her some pleasure with her spanking, and if that takes her into sub space, then I’m happy. I love that a hand at the back of her neck, exerting just the slightest pressure, can make her go down into that dreamy place. It’s that yielding that’s important.
Eve/Eden: Oh, I know exactly what you mean…*sigh*
Dante: Eve? Are we still doing this interview?
Eve/Eden: Wha…? Um, yes, absolutely! Tell us a little about your background, and how you and Kara met.
Dante: Some readers may have met me in PLEASURE’S EDGE. Alec Walker is my best friend, and I helped him navigate through the early stages of his relationship with Dylan. He and I met at the Pleasure Dome, Seattle’s best BDSM club. We found out pretty quickly that we both also have a little thrill fetish. We’ve traveled all over together, to some of the most exotic places in the world, have gone cliff-diving, shark-diving. And we share a love of motorcycles.
I also like to cook. I make some mean pancakes.
Kara and I met in high school. She was beautiful even then. But off-limits. She had this asshole of a boyfriend. Which I took care of. That had its consequences. I went off to college, got my law degree. But she was always in the back of my mind. When I moved back to Seattle and ran into her at a party, she really blew my mind. As gorgeous as ever. And she still gave me that feeling, like I’d just taken a punch to the gut, but in a good way.
And now for some either/or questions we always ask our blog guests:
Eve/Eden: Chocolate or vanilla? Dante: Vanilla? Really? Do you even have to ask?
Eve/Eden: Boxers, briefs or commando? Dante: Boxer-briefs. Black. Tight. Kara seems to like them.
(Eve/Eden: Mmm, me, too…)
Eve/Eden: Paris or Tahiti? Dante: Reef diving in Tahiti in the morning, dinner with a view of the Eiffel Tower at night.
(Eve/Eden: I’m really starting to see why Kara falls in love with you!)
Eve/Eden: Quiet dinner in front of the fire or hot night on the town? Dante: Quiet dinner in front of the fire—cooked by me—followed by a hot night in front of the fire. Spanking and nipple clamps included.
Eve/Eden: Hugs or Kisses? Dante: Kisses. I’d start with a trail of soft kisses down your neck, moving lower…and lower. Then I’d make my way slowly back up until my lips brush yours. You’ll sense my command even in that lightest touch. You’d open for me and I’d slide my tongue in, tasting you, teasing you. When you moan into my mouth I’d know that’s the moment to press harder—and harder—devouring your mouth, your breath, your resistance as you melt into me.
You can hug me later.
Eve/Eden: Now that you have me all shivery, let’s take a look at DESIRE’S EDGE:
Giving into desire…
As a lawyer, Kara Crawford knows how to keep a secret, especially after being spurned by an ex for revealing her sexual needs. Kara doesn’t expect to find anyone who can fulfill her, until she experiences one of the most incredible nights of her life with a man she’s always admired from afar.
…can set you free….
Dante De Matteo knew Kara back in high school, and he never imagined her darkest fantasies would align so perfectly with his. The lovers don’t expect their passion to last more than a night, but when Dante’s new job turns out to be at Kara’s law firm, they find themselves confronted daily with the sparks of their blistering chemistry.
…but only if you give yourself completely.
As intense desire draws them closer, deep-rooted fears threaten to pull them apart, unless they can learn to embrace both the pain and pleasure of love…
Watch the trailer if you’d rather skip the smutty excerpt to follow. *G*
EXCERPT: (Warning! X-Rated!)
He was sitting behind his desk, handsome as hell in his black suit, his dark blue shirt striking against the golden-brown of his eyes. A slow smile lit his face, and he nodded at her.
“Take your coat off, Kara.”
No greeting. Just that simple command.
She loved it.
She slid her coat from her shoulders and laid it down on the brown leather sofa against one wall, set her purse next to it.
“Come here,” he said quietly.
He watched her as she crossed the room. She could feel her body heating up beneath his penetrating gaze. She licked her lips, approached his desk.
“You look great in these tight skirts you wear,” he told her, his tone all smoke and heat. “That sexy, business woman look. It suits you.” He stood, moved in closer, making her breath catch. “And it makes your ass look superb. But I want a better look.”
He wrapped his hands around her waist, turned her until her back was to him.
“Good,” he said, his tone low. “Now bend over and brace your hands on the desk.”
She found herself doing it, her mind emptying out at an alarming rate.
Don’t think. Can’t think now…
“Beautiful, Kara. Perfect. The curve of your ass in this skirt is…perfect.”
He moved in close behind her and slid his hand over her hip, then her bottom. She could feel the heat of him through the soft, fine wool of her skirt. She was going wet already, her sex a dark throbbing between her legs.
He leaned over her until his breath was warm on her cheek. He whispered, “Hold still for me now.”
One sharp spank and she gasped.
“Did I surprise you?” he asked her. “You should have known what I was going to do when I bent you over the desk.”
“There are still people in the office,” she said, her voice sounding small, barely a protest at all.
“Yes. But that only makes it more exciting.”
“I didn’t lock your office door behind me.”
“No one will come in. You have to trust me, Kara. Do you trust me?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
She did. She had to. She was helpless already against the onslaught of desire. Drowning in it.
“Good. Very good.”
He smacked her again, the sensation dulled a bit by the fabric between his hand and her ass.
“Oh!”
“Shh, Kara,” Dante whispered to her. He moved her hair aside and laid a kiss on the back of her neck, making her shiver. “Jesus, your skin is so hot. I have to touch it. Touch you…”
She felt him move back for a moment as he lifted her skirt, sliding it up around her waist.
“Ah, I should have known you’d be wearing a thong under that tight skirt. I love the way it looks with the boots. Some day I’ll have to have you in nothing but these boots.”
She was shaking even before he touched her. Then he smoothed his palm over her bottom, and she went soaking wet. She had to grip the edge of his desk, forcing herself to hold still.
He kept moving his hand over her bare flesh, the sensation soft and sweet. Yet she yearned for that harder touch.
“Dante, please…”
“Eager, beautiful girl? I like that. But you’ll have to wait until I’m ready. Take a breath, let it out. And wait.”
She moaned quietly. He laughed, a small wicked chuckle. He kept stroking her skin—with his palm, with his fingertips. It was wonderful. It was torture.
“Just sink into my touch,” he told her. “Keep breathing. Yes, that’s it.”
She tried to do as he said. And after a few moments she found herself doing it. Sinking. Drifting. Her eyes closed.
The sharp smack on her bottom made her flinch. Then pleasure flooded her body, her sex. Pleasure and intensity and the dark scent of him surrounding her. She found herself surging back into him.
Another low chuckle from him. “I love that you love this. That you respond this way.”
He smacked her again. This time she was braced for it. But it still hurt. Still felt wonderful. Like something she required.
He paused to graze her burning flesh with his palm, then smacked again. And again and again. Just hard enough to hurt, for the sting to reverberate through her with small ripples of pleasure.
“God, Dante…”
“What is it, Kara?” he asked, one hand going into her hair. He buried his fingers in it, then grasped tightly, right next to her scalp. And even that was purely erotic to her, carrying the sensation deeper into her aching body.
“Please touch me, Dante. Please.”
* * * CONTEST! Want to win a signed copy of PLEASURE’S EDGE, plus some other kinky little goodies? To enter, tell my why you love a bossy, alpha man. Not the kind that’s just a jerk who orders people around, but the kind of man—like Dante—who makes you want to yield to him, who brings out the girliest girly-girl part of you. (And no, I don’t mean those girly parts, you dirty girls!). I’ll be away celebrating my birthday for a few days, but I’ll be back on the evening of Monday, September 12th to announce the winner. Everyone behave while I’m gone, or Dante may have to keep you in line. *G*
RG: First of all-happy release day Eden/Eve!! I have a major crush on Dante! I LOVE Desire’s Edge!!
Max: Should I leave the three of you alone?
RG: Max! No, please. By all means join us. (Eve/Eden: Oh yes, Max-by all means, do join us! There’s always room for one more.). You have no idea how many people have been asking about you since the release of Midnight Falls at the end of 2009. Where have you been hiding? And what do you think is your secret with women? Why are they all so fascinated by you?
Max: I think when have I been is the better question, and that would be telling. As to my secret, I’m not sure. Maybe they like the strong, voyeuristic protector types who live for thousands of years and are extremely…well endowed.
(Eve/Eden: *cheering*)
RG: They definitely do. How big are…um, never mind. I’m too innocent to know the answer to that question *tells Eden/Eve to shush*. Back to the readers *ahem* I know a lot of them think you got the short end of the stick–sorry for the phrasing–with Jesse and Kit.
Max: I will always love Jesse, and honor my oath to Kit to care for her if anything were to happen to him. Not that she’d need it. But I’ve learned, after years of guarding the Truebloods and observing the Weres that nothing could or should stand between mates. Love is a gift from the Goddess, as they say. And it couldn’t have happened to a better warrior than Kit.
RG: See? That’s why everyone loves you. You’re such a good guy. And hot. I have to admit you are one hot Igigi. It takes a big man to be so generous. Generous. Big. Hmmm.
Max: I’m not always that…okay I admit it. I’m good. Damn good. I’m ignoring the size reference. I am what I was trained to be. A Sariel guard. A protector. Or I was until recently. Until her.
RG: Oh? *batting eyelashes*
Max: Igigi warriors can remain silent for days. Interrogation doesn’t work on us. Though fluttering eyelashes are a little distracting.
RG: Sorry (no I’m not). Okay keep your secrets. We’ll find out soon enough.
Here are the classic Smutketeer Either/Or questions for Max:
RG: Vampires or Shifters?
Max: My job is to protect them, not seduce them. I prefer a certain…ethereal quality in a woman.
RG: Sword or fists?
Max: That all depends. I do have a sturdy sword…but my hands are massive.
(RG: is it hot in here?)
RG: Exhibitionism or Voyeurism?
Max: I refuse to choose. My answer is both. And you like that about me.
RG: I do!
Contest for Eternal Guardian:
The previous post on Smutketeers has my contest. I will pick a winner on Friday. Go and post there to join up!
You can buy ETERNAL GUARDIAN now on Amazon or Smashwords!
Meanwhile, take a look at my book trailer for the Children of the Goddess Series!
Lots of news about my upcoming Berkley Heat book DESIRE’S EDGE, which will be out September 6th! Be sure to check back here on release day for an excerpt and a contest!
Meanwhile-here’s some exciting news! DESIRE’S EDGE is available now in hardcover for pre-order from Rhapsody and Doubleday book clubs!
And while we’re waiting for the book release, you can watch my book trailer here:
…and my Friday got away from me and I’m late! My apologies! The winner is elaineg8! Congrats!
Just send me an email: eden_bradley@yahoo.com
please put ‘Smutketeers winner-Eden’s blog’ in the subject line. In the email remind me that you wanted The Turning Kiss and Spring Equinox, and also let me know if you’d prefer an Amazon gift card or one from Sephora, and I’ll get your prizes to you right away!
Thanks so much for playing, everyone! And stay tuned for more contests, special guests, and our upcoming Smutkaversary next month! Eden/Eve :)
My first foray into self-publishing is my Midnight Playground prequel story, EVER: THE TURNING, which is officially out now on Amazon and Smashwords! I’m so excited about this story, because it’s Ever…*girlish sigh*. As most of you know, he’s my favorite vampire-and from my fan mail, he’s a reader favorite, too. Even though his own Midnight Playground book, EVERSONG, will be out from Samhain October 4th, I had to write more about him. In EVER: THE TURNING I’m taking us back to 891 AD, to Ever’s Viking origins, and the tale of the vampire who Turned him-and captured his immortal heart.
Let’s take a look!
The Midnight Playground series
London, 2040
The world-wide economic crisis has finally allowed the vampires to come out of the shadows in which they’ve hidden for untold centuries. The first of the Midnight Playground vampire sex clubs is founded in London’s old Palace Theater, and mankind comes to know the vampires, to worship them as gods. These dens of the ultimate in sexual deviance and utter luxury are revered, the Kiss of the vampires yearned for, and given only to those few who are fortunate enough to gain entry—both the Seeking Kiss, that exquisite drink offered to the human sex partners of the vampires, and the Turning Kiss, the exchange of blood which gives the eternal gift of immortality.
But with immortality comes a lifetime of regret, loss—and the possibility of love everlasting
Love may die, but it is never forgotten…
As a young Viking in the late ninth century, Ever’s ship is destroyed in a catastrophic storm, killing his brothers and crew. Avoiding the fate of his shipmates, Ever is rescued by the beautiful, savage vampire Vérún, who lustfully Turns him from human to immortal, creating a unique and enduring bond.
But as the decades pass, Vérún becomes enveloped by the weight of time. Even Ever’s great love for her is unable to save her from her fate. But that love will last for eternity…
As the prequel to Eden Bradley’s erotic vampire stories, “Ever: The Turning” connects the series’ past to its future, revealing the origin of the Midnight Playground Clubs and giving new meaning to their existence.
WARNING! This story contains a hot Viking, rough and dirty vampire sex, blood drinking, a great love and a terrible grief, as well as the forming of the Vampire Council-mortals beware!
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EXCERPT:
“Who are you?” he asked somehow. His lungs, his body, no longer hurt at all, the pain quickly forgotten in the wake of the power surging through him. He felt his muscles hardening, his cock the hardest of all.
“I am your savior. Your maker.” Her lips were next to his, her breath impossibly warm and cool at the same time. She spoke English to him, his mother’s milk language, but with that oddly beautiful accent.
“Tell me your name, woman,” he demanded.
“I am no woman. I am Vérún.”
“Vérún…”
The name was strange on his tongue. The woman—for she was a woman, in form, in the tone of her voice—was strange beneath his searching hands. Who was she? What was she—goddess or spirit or some other creature he’d never imagined? But the wondering would have to wait. He would take her now.
He rolled her over, pressing her into the sharp rocks on the cold, rain-soaked beach. He didn’t care if he hurt her. His need was too great.
“Yes, come to me. Come inside me,” she murmured.
He tore his breeches open, kicked her thighs apart and thrust into her.
“Ah!”
Yes, pure bliss. She was tight inside, hot. Unbearable, the pleasure shuddering through his system, making his balls draw up tight. Making his cock pulse. He had never felt such pleasure. Such perfection. He had never felt that if this woman’s body was not made of the same stone-hard flesh his was now, he could tear her apart.
She took his face between her hands, brought his lips to hers as she wrapped her legs around him. He took her mouth just as savagely as he’d taken her body. Her mouth was as hot and soft as her cunt. She tasted of his own blood. She tasted of ancient stone. She tasted of life.
He pumped into her, each hammering surge going through him, a keen blade of the purest ecstasy. He was dizzy with a hard, driving lust. Lost in it. Lost in her.
Vérún.
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I have a special offer, just for our loyal Smutkedettes-well, for anyone reading the blog this week. Buy EVER: THE TURNING on Smashwords and get a 33% discount using this code: KK82T . The code is good until the 27th!
And just in case you missed it, THE SEEKING KISS, Book One in the Midnight Playground series is available right now for FREE from Amazon and Barnes & Noble!
CONTEST! To celebrate the release of EVER: THE TURNING I’m giving away a $10.00 gift card to either Amazon or Sephora 9winner’s choice), as well as copies of any two of my Samhain backlist books (excluding the upcoming EVERSONG, out October 4th)-again, winner’s choice. There are several ways to enter:
1) Comment here and give me the titles of the two Samhain books of mine you’d like to win.
2) To have a additional chances at winning, download my book THE SEEKING KISS (unless you already have it, of course), then post a review for that book-or-Books One or Two in the series, BLOODSONG or THE TURNING KISS, on Amazon, B&N, Goodreads or Shelfari, -or- a review of EVER: THE TURNING on Amazon, then give me the link to the review in your comment. Each review gives you an additional entry. And nope-you do not have to love the story (although I hope you will). Just an honest review, even if it’s one line. :)
A winner will be chosen and announced here in the comments section on Friday, so be sure to check back!
I’ll close with a look at the video trailer for EVER: THE TURNING-hope you all enjoy the trailer and the book!
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