Carrie Ann: Let’s get started you two. So tell me, are you finally happy?

Maddox: *takes a deep breath and smiles* *author note: OMG he smiled!*

Ellie: I’m going to take that smile as a yes. As for me? Yes. Finally.

Carrie Ann: It only took five book and a few decades but I know you two are finally together. I can’t wait for readers to find out how that happened.

Maddox: Apparently readers have been anxious.

Carrie Ann: *rolls eyes* That’s a tame term for it. I swear wherever I go it’s “OMG when are Maddox and Ellie getting a story!?!?”

Ellie: I’m glad they put me in that question, since it’s usually all about Maddox. *grins*

Carrie Ann: I honestly don’t think people can think of Maddox and not think of you Ellie. You two have been part of the series since A TASTE FOR A MATE and I know people have wondered if the two of you were going to get together.

Maddox: It almost didn’t happen.

Carrie Ann: No spoiler, Mad. We need to let people read the book first. I really can’t get into too much right now since the book came out today (LOL) but I will say that I know this book is a game changer in more ways than one. Are you guys ready for what’s to come?

Maddox: *tugs Ellie close* I have my happy ending and I’m not going to lose it. No matter the cost.

Ellie: *nods* We’ve already lost too much. It’s time to take a stand.

Carrie Ann: And with that, I’m going to have to call the interview over. Honestly, I’ve loved Maddox and Ellie since I first met them while writing. Most readers know Maddox is my favorite hero because of what he’s been through so this book was a *%&#( to write since I wanted to make sure he and Ellie got that happy ending they so deserved. I hope you guys get a chance to read them. They’re worth it.

****Carrie Ann is giving away a $50 Amazon Gift Card so make sure you comment with a question to Carrie Ann or her characters and leave your email addy! Contest Ends 6/23/13. No Purchase Necessary. Void Where Prohibited.****

Shattered EmotionsMaddox Jamenson is the Omega of the Redwood Pack, the one burdened by emotions stronger than his own. He’s spent his entire life shrouded in the secrets of his “gift” and the price he has to pay to keep it, yet the cost just escalated. He’s known a mate could be in the cards for him, but he can’t have what he wants. Not when the battles he has yet to fight could destroy her.
Ellie Reyes was the Central’s princess, the daughter of the most hated Alpha of all time, yet not prized. No, she’s spent her life as the toy of her brother’s sadistic torture and has endured a pain that no one else should have to even contemplate. Though when she’s rescued, the one person who could help her, her mate, turns his back on her for reasons unknown to her. As each day passes, the strength that everyone sees in her dwindles to a point that there may be no coming back from.

When the Centrals find a new way to attack, leaving Ellie’s only protection a mate that she doesn’t think wants her, they’ll both have to overcome their fears and fight for something stronger than their pain. The war isn’t over and new players are coming that will decide the outcome. Maddox and Ellie’s connection will be tested even as their fragile bond is only newly forming.

Excerpt

North gave her a sad look then started off behind his brother, leaving Ellie again to trail behind.

A branch cracked to their side, and Ellie froze, her wolf rising to the surface. She let her senses widen, tasting the air and the energy around them. She might not have any special powers like the others in the Pack, but she could still hear and see things better than a human.

Maddox moved back slowly to her side, while North flanked her other side. As much as she wanted to growl at them for trying to protect her, she knew it wouldn’t do any good. Not only were they better fighters than her, but their wolves needed to protect her. It wasn’t an instinct the human in them could easily overrun. Yes, they might have let her walk by herself for a bit, but that was before the danger had shown itself.

Goosebumps ran up her arms, and she clenched her teeth. Another branch snapped to their side, and Maddox ran a hand down her arm, calming her.

It took all in her power not to rub up against him in response. Her wolf whimpered for a moment then stood at attention, ready for whatever was coming for them. She couldn’t sense another wolf. No, it was something dangerous, but something different…

“Caym…” she whispered.

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Are you ready to make your Mondays more exciting? Ready to get the inside scoop on what’s coming up this summer, along with my brand new series Fireborne and the characters I’ve come to know so well? Are you ready for a chance to win a mountain of gift cards, books and more? (No this is not a late night infomercial…I’m just excited) lol

Meet Aziza Jane Stewart. She’s-well-she’s a bit of a mess. She’s convinced she’s cursed and so she’s decided to live like there is no tomorrow…because for her, there might not be. She’s taken risks ordinary people wouldn’t, found herself in prison with a tattoo she didn’t remember getting, and convinced her best friend Gregory Prophet to join her while she crosses things off her crazy bucket list. Now she’s in London…and anything can happen. Throughout this series, Aziza will find herself trapped in the middle of a few irresistible men, several factions who want what she has, and a power she will have to learn to control in order to stop a war that could burn her world to ash.

None of which was on her bucket list

Blurb

Fireborne, Book 1

Aziza Jane Stewart is living on borrowed time, and making a few mistakes in London seems like a good way to go out with a bang. But when two compelling strangers draw her into an ancient conflict, she realizes her curse isn’t about death at all…it’s about the power within her.

The sexy giant following her says he can smell trouble on her skin, the smokeless fire and magic of the demons he was born and bred to hunt. Brandon may be an enforcer, but his reaction to her is anything but adversarial. Ram, her new Jinn shadow, will do whatever it takes to come between them, and he’s just as hard for Aziza to resist.

When her dark family legacy burns to the surface, whom can Aziza trust? The alpha male who pushes all her hot buttons, the Jinn who seduces her in dreams, or the emerging Fireborne within? As danger circles closer, she must learn to embrace her newfound powers—and trust someone with her heart—before she becomes the final casualty.

Warning: Explicit content, magic, danger, voyeurism, chains, a secret ménage and carnal deeds of devilish debauchery at every other turn. Basically…fasten your seatbelts and get ready to burn.

I’ll be sharing excerpts, quotes and talking about the unusual world Aziza finds herself in and sharing Smutketeer news with you every Monday from June 17th to August 26th (The first book comes out August 27th). I’ll also be giving things away. You know…stuff. :) Today it will be a $20 Amazon gift card. If you enter each Monday of the contest, you will be entered to win the $100 gift card grand prize. But don’t worry. Each Monday I will pick a new winner that I’ll announce within the post on Tuesday morning. And I’ll be giving away something every time. Tons of chances to win!

Today’s Contest

You have several ways to enter. If you choose more than one option, you’ll be entered multiple times!

1. If you don’t already, follow me on twitter  @RG_Alexander or like my author page on Facebook and say “Following #BurnWithMe” to be entered/If you already follow me, share those links on your Facebook page or twitter feed, or tell people about this contest-and post here to let me know

2. Share Burn With Me Goodreads link and/or put it on your to read shelf  and post here to let me know

3. If you have no FB or Twitter accounts, just post here and say hello to be entered :)

4. Let people know today about The Smutketeers Kinky Christmas Carol-we have new covers and for the next 3 days the books are only 99 cents a piece!

Welcome to the Countdown Contest!! Summer is getting hot, so get ready to burn!

All For Smut And Smut For All!

*TODAY’S WINNER UPDATE*

I have today’s winner of a $20 gift card, but heads up to everyone else-you still need to at least comment in every Monday contest post up to August 26th to win the $100 gift card and basket of goodies that is the Grand Prize! So stay tuned!!!

Today’s winner is Angel Graham!! Congratulations Angel!! Send me an email to get your prize :)

Six months ago I was trying to get a book, Together in Cyn, published. It was actually called Dear Cyn back then, and I remember waiting…holding my breath…for the call from Ellora’s Cave to see if they would accept it. I was a nobody to them. No publications, no agent, no backlist. Nothing.

But guess what? They called!!!

Now, a short half a year later, I have the agent I’ve always wanted, and not one but TEN books under contract with EC, three of them scheduled to publish by the end of 2013. The other two are Haleigh’s Ink and A Very Ménage Christmas. All of this is crazy hard for me to wrap my head around! My husband says I have a rabbit’s foot shoved up my…well you get the picture.

Together in Cyn lays the ground work for the entire series. It’s just what my tagline states – A little big dark and a whole lotta naughty!

Giveaway!!  In celebration of my first book I’m having a blog tour right this very moment!! At the end of the tour I’ll be giving away a Lotta Naughty Gift Basket! A basket worth more than $100 since I literally couldn’t stop buying for it. One lucky winner will be chosen at the end of my tour on June 14th. To be entered go to my site and watch the book trailer video, and then comment below. Tell me what your favorite part is!
I’ll be picking my favorite comment from each stop and then have a super secret agent (aka my husband) randomly draw one of those names from a hat.

It’s got a little bit of everything to tickle your fancy. I’m actually jealous of the winner!! **GRINS**

Hope to see you around at the other stops! And fingers crossed Together in Cyn finds its way into your hands or onto your e-reader. It’s a love story between three people, with a whole lotta kink thrown in.

Book One in the Members Only Series. 

Within the walls of The Library, a Members Only BDSM club, anything goes. It’s a dark oasis for every Dom and sub to discover their happily ever after. Screams of pleasure and pain echo through the walls every night, but beneath each cry lies a confession. Unrequited love, cravings of domination by more than just one, even the desire for someone of the same sex. Each member learns, to find their forever, they must unearth the strength to reveal…everything.

Together in Cyn

 She knows it’s wrong. Cyn shouldn’t have feelings for fraternal twins Jared and Chris, her best friends. She shouldn’t want them to tie her up or strap her down, to take her one at a time—or together. The only way to control her taboo desires is to write them down and lock them away in her diary. Guys like Jared and Chris could never be interested in someone like her, or in the kind of sex she craves.

But Jared and Chris have read her diary, and sweet little Cyn is in for the shock of her life. The brothers not only own a members-only BDSM club, they want her. Need her. And now, with their unlimited funds and an entire establishment devoted to fulfilling her darkest pleasures, they’re going to claim Cyn for their own.

Inside Scoop: If you have a kink, this book probably has it too. If you like your ménage romances extra hot with a side of male-male romance, spanking, voyeurism and girl-on-girl action, come and get it.

A Romantica® BDSM erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave

 Buy Link on Ellora’s Cave when the book releases on June 12th!!

Unedited Excerpt

“So, Cyn, why aren’t you fucking anybody?”

I sucked a mouthful of beer down the wrong pipe, sputtered and coughed my way through it, and nearly knocked over the glass bottle as I got it under control. The beer anyways. After wheezing through another breath I moved my drink aside. The last thing I needed was a wet spot in my lap. “Where in the hell did that come from?”

Jared Kennedy, one of my best friends, glanced at my fingers as I worried a heart charm at the bottom of a silver chain. A knowing smirk tilted his lips when he glanced up again. “Come on. Nobody creaming your Twinkie at the moment or do you not like sex in general? We want to know. So don’t be shy, spit it out.”

The other half of the we he referred to was his fraternal twin Chris, who watched us across an empty dance floor and from behind their bar thirty feet away. Still anxiously working the pendant back and forth, I turned once more to Jared.

He leaned against his chair, forearms crossed over his broad chest and an expectant smile revealed bright white teeth. The brothers had always done that. Known the right expression to make so I would answer anything. They acted broody or impatient and I’d give anything to make them happy. Pathetic—my middle name when it came to these two.

“I like it, J. As much as anybody does, I guess. Whether I like it to the same extent you and Chris do, I don’t know. Your appetites have always run on the high side according to the gossipmongers in town.” I squirmed in my seat. I admit it. One of my best friends was asking me if I liked sex and all I could think was…meh. My sex life…well, visualize the Titanic sinking and you get the gist. Most guys don’t appreciate being called another guy’s name—or two guys’ names—when you’re getting off. It’s a real deal breaker.

““Uh huh. It’s Saturday night and you’re here, like last night and the night before. Guys hit on you but you blow ‘em off. You work at the gym all day and help out here anytime we ask. Love our one-on-one time together on the weekends, and I know you’ve been helping Chris during the week too. CJ’s has gotten damn busy, and we dig the help, but you’ve been restless lately and we’ve both noticed. What gives?”

Getting to work at the bar with both of them on a weekend was rare. One of them was normally MIA. But tonight? From the moment I stepped foot inside they were watching me. Shivers of awareness raced over my skin, but I was too chicken to actually do anything about it. A blush slithered its way up my bare shoulders, crawled all over my failing willpower and flipped on a big neon sign above my head, flashing, “Not Gettin’ Any”. That Jared and Chris knew my social calendar was on par with reservations at a leper colony just plain sucked. The three of us had been close for years, but this was way beyond what my heart—and several other tingly parts—could handle.

“You’re hot. You haven’t been with anyone since Matt.”

Mild panic settled in the pit of my stomach because Jared wasn’t going to drop it. Thankfully my beer sat well out of reach.

“Not that it’s any of your business but who’s to say I’m not having sex every night and twice on Sundays?” I cocked a blonde eyebrow in his direction with a little sultry thrown in, with what I hoped was a sassy twist of my lips. That sass faded into scared rabbit when he gave me that look again. Same one he’d been giving me all night long. The one I’d seen for years and hated because it was never directed at me.

It was Jared on the make. My adrenal gland kicked into high gear. I was a little bit thrilled and a whole lot terrified.

He was always the comedian. He’d played pranks on me anytime he could, but this was no joke.

His gaze remained locked on me and his blue eyes, shadowed by thick lashes, taunted me with sexual promise. Female residents of our fair city of Arcadia had spent years fantasizing over his tanned skin and muscled frame. Right at the height of my ogling, he speared long fingers through his blond, sun-streaked hair. It wasn’t long enough to negate any of his rugged appeal but it was far from the military cut he’d worn for years. Currently it was perfect to hold onto for a nice long ride.

As his hair fell across his brow, he leaned onto the table to grab his beer. He grazed my arm on the way and I locked my muscles up good and tight to suppress another shiver. My reaction to them? Spontaneous combustion. But tonight was different. Tonight they noticed how I responded to them. They threw logs on the smoldering fire every chance they got. Touching me, teasing me. Staring at me as if they knew how wet I was. For them. Only them.

He hooked an elbow on the back of his chair, legs wide as he drank deeply from a longneck. His lips caressed the cold glass as he sucked the bitter liquid into his mouth, and his Adam’s apple dipped low as he swallowed. My tongue traced my bottom lip and my inner harlot jumped up with her hand in the air. By all that was holy, if I was in the middle of some wet dream and woke up in the middle of another empty orgasm alone in my bed, I was going to scream.

After he set aside his beer, he caught me watching him, and I guiltily glanced away. I took a calming breath, silently freaking out. If you couldn’t answer him, distract him, right?

“Do you remember the first time we came here. You guys were on leave?”

“Your twenty-first birthday,” he answered without hesitation and my inner romantic sighed. I kept my focus glued outside though all I wanted to do was gawk at him and drool.

The parking lot was huge and normally packed, up until closing, but tonight everyone had deserted me. So I paid rapt attention to the tiered liquor shelves behind the dimly lit bar, and the neon beer signs illuminating the wall above. Even the empty dance floor was amazingly interesting as I avoided Jared’s probing glances. The exposed ceiling highlighted the wood details throughout the building and the front wall of windows attracted more than a few passersby most nights. Not tonight, of course. Tonight it was a ghost town, which made my avoidance that much more obvious.

Chris and Jared were my every fantasy, and I ached for them. I craved something dark and dangerous I had no right to want—not from them both.

I needed to outlast him, ignore his questions—their flirting. Get my closing work done so I could go home…alone…again.

My sex-starved brain kicked back on at the same time I registered what Jared was talking about. My mouth went dry and mortification settled in deep as though it was planning to stay…for the rest of my life.

“You’ve heard what the past few nights?” I exhaled noisily and reached for my necklace again.

“The high-pitched whirl of a vibrator, Cyn. I’ve heard it every night coming from your bedroom. Flying solo doesn’t count as sex. Why aren’t you involved with someone other than your purple boyfriend? And jilling so often… Any particular reason?”

He finished his beer, and leaned back. My eyes involuntarily drifted to his lap. An impressive hard-on strained his faded jeans, and my temples pounded when blood rushed to my head.

“You’ve heard me…masturbating?” I snapped my gaze up to his face, then to Chris, who stood behind the bar drying a glass. The way he stared at me heated my insides. Need pooled low in my belly and I had to concentrate not to rub my thighs together.

Damn, he tantalized every inch of me, but he was different than Jared. More severe. Demanding. Darker in every way. Brown hair cut short and chocolate eyes a girl could happily drown in. They held secrets I’d always been afraid to uncover. He could intimidate a stone wall with his silence indifference. Tonight was different though. He looked…hungry.

He was too far away to hear what we were discussing, especially with music still playing. But he knew. He knew.

Here I sat in their too-warm bar with my hair thrown into a careless ponytail, and both men who headlined in every single one of my fantasies stared straight at me. And they not only knew I was masturbating but how often.

“How can you hear me?” I asked mostly to myself. Wishing to be anywhere but there.

“One four inch wall is the only thing keeping me from paradise,” Jared said.

We had mirror-image floor plans in adjacent townhouses but I never knew how thin the walls were. Probably had something to do with the fact we were normally together in one of them. Watching movies, eating together, catching up. Not to mention if they had company over, I found somewhere else to be.

“You sing while you vacuum. You fall asleep with the TV on. You talk in your sleep—and when you come, Cyn. I can sure as shit hear that, though it sounds like you’re holding back. I’m pretty sure we can do better.”

Mortified. I was truly and utterly mortified. I wanted to refute what he said, but my brain wasn’t sending any useful information to my mouth. Yes and Sir tried to come out so I bit my tongue.

I peered over my shoulder at Chris again. My body warmed in all the right places. Tantalizing heat spread out from my belly, beading my nipples into stiff points. My traitorous clit pulsed as I pictured them listening on the other side of the wall. Straining. Stroking.

He tracked the twitching of my thighs and his nostrils flared as if he could smell what he did to me. What they did to me. He tossed a towel over his shoulder and carried a half-empty box of supplies into the storage room. My lungs emptied on a hiss when our connection broke.

Time ticked by before Jared spoke again. “Blondie.”

My thoughts scrambled as I whipped around. He gifted me with one of those panty-dampening once-overs. Damn, he was what mothers warned their daughters about.

“You know I hate that.” He had nicknamed me blondie when I was twelve and it had forever made me feel my IQ was about as big as my shoe size.

He shrugged, pleased by my growing annoyance. Quickly, his amusement changed to something heated as he perused my body. “Oh yeah, I know, baby.” He leaned in close and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. “But I’ve been trying to get a rise out of you all night long.

I snorted and tried to ignore his lingering warmth on the shell of my ear. “You absolutely got my attention when you outed yourself as a voyeur, J.”

He unfolded himself to tower over me. He caged me in, crowding in close until I could smell his cologne and a unique scent that was all his. “A voyeur gets their rocks off by watching and we want to do a hell of lot more than watch. So why don’t you tell me why you’ve nearly worn through the chain on your necklace while chewing on lips that are much better suited to…other things.” He stroked my lower lip to emphasize the point and my mouth opened without my permission so I could lick him all over, starting with that thumb.

Because I’m in love with you and your twin. Have been for almost a decade. I’ve got a journal at home filled with what I want you to do to me and I’ll never be brave enough to show it to you. Plus, I want you to fuck me until I can’t walk for two days. Then I want you to tie me up, blindfold me and do it all again until I have no voice left from screaming out my orgasms for you.

“No reason.” I squeaked and jerked my head away. “Hey, I’m thirsty. You thirsty? Want another beer before you close up?” Without waiting for an answer, I scrambled up, ducked under his arm and darted away.

“You still have half a beer on the table, blondie.”

I ignored the obvious as I fled…er… made my way across the empty dance floor. There was no need to glance back to see Jared eating me with his eyes. It kicked my arousal to an impossible level and made pant. I was so damn close to begging. Not oh please, Jared, but for the love of all that is holy, Sir, take me and make me yours and let me pleasure your brother too.

This was mind-blowing. After years of trying to get their attention and failing and years of trying to get over them and being miserable, I’d given up. Made a pact with myself to sincerely try to date and find someone else. That idea got flushed down the proverbial toilet when Jared acted all interested and charming and gorgeous, and oh lord, the thought of being taken by both of them sank into my pores. Electrifying my core with wicked possibilities.

I bent over the bar and dropped my head into my palms. It was close to the end of October, but I only had on a CJ’s blue tank and yoga pants. It was warm for fall in Kansas but I suspected it had much more to do with the company I was keeping. Hell, I hadn’t even put panties on after treating myself to something a bit naughty at the spa earlier. I propped myself up against the smooth, lacquered wood in front of me, wishing I’d worn Kevlar. I felt naked in more ways than one.

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Here’s a little more info about Jennifer:

Cinderella or Snow White? - I was Snow White for Halloween in 2010! Good
times!
Steak or sushi? - I’m a Texas girl. Steak all the way.
Jeans or stilettos? – Stilettos, Stilettos, Stillettos
Vanilla or chocolate? - Definitely NOT vanilla…
Soft, sensual make out session or throw you up against the wall? - Throw
me up against the wall with a black-out blindfold, and a gag, with wrist
cuffs attached to a cross…and…umm…yeah sorry that was more than
you asked for. :)
Tattoos or piercings? – YES!
Cop or fireman? – Cop ***G*** He’s got handcuffs.

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Thanks for having us on the Smutketeers! We’re so excited to be here talking about our poly BDSM series, Badass Brats and just in time to celebrate LGBTQ Pride Month!

In honor of the national celebration, we’re offering the first book in the 3 book series, The Dom with a Safeword for only $1.99 on Amazon, B&N, and Allromance ebooks ALL MONTH LONG!!!

Guest post by Sorcha Black

Polyamory… ménage… Mff. Our Badass Brats series gets labeled many things. The words polyamory and ménage often catches potential readers’ attention, but we’ve found that we have to be very careful to ensure that they understand that, so far, there’s a man and two women in our books, and that the women eventually fall in love and get sexy time.

Although polyamory books are big right now, most feature multiple men and one woman or multiple men with no women.  Bisexual women in a book apparently require a large flashing disclaimer on any blurb or ads that we do. Until recently, we had no idea that not only do some folks one-click without reading the blurb, sometimes they one-click without looking at the book cover.

The Badass Brats books have shocked many readers over the course of the last eight months. Some were horrified that they’d accidently read a story where girls fell in love, while others discovered that they enjoyed the book because love is love, regardless of gender. Others told us later that even though they’d never really thought about it before, they thought the girl sex was hot. Many were just pleased to finally find a book where bisexual women fell in love instead of purely in lust, and where there was no cattiness about sharing a man. We also wanted to write books where the three (or more) main characters were truly in love, and there wasn’t just an extra chick or dick to make the sex kinkier – not that there’s anything wrong with that, it’s just not what we wanted to do.

So why write Mff in an MfM or MMMM (etcetera) world? Honestly, our intent wasn’t to be innovative or shocking. As a bisexual woman I’ve often found that there was a dearth of novels written for people like me. I have no interest in reading about bisexual women where the character is a shallow sex fiend or out to break the hearts of innocent lesbians. Unfortunately, being demonized in novels is something that bisexual women have become accustomed to, because for some reason biphobia is still excused in our culture.

Even in the LGBTQ world bisexuals are often treated as aberrations. I can’t count the number of times over the years that well-meaning gay friends have patted my hand and told me that I simply wasn’t ready to admit I was a lesbian yet. That bisexuality wasn’t real. And yet here I am, not having disappeared in a puff of logic. Bisexuals are real. Most bisexuals are monogamous, but some are in committed poly relationships that work well for them.

So why do I like writing Mff books? Because that’s what appeals to me as a reader – guys are handsome, girls are purdy, and every person’s brain works differently. It keeps things interesting for me and makes writing the sex scenes… um… yeah.

The BDSM in our books is deep, with a side of humor. There are many people who take BDSM very seriously and are horrified that others have a more relaxed approach, at times. Our books are not recommended for people who disapprove of laughter (and hot, kinky sex). BDSM can be fun. Real Doms aren’t perfect and we’re okay with that because neither are real subs or brats. We write all that shit in, because it makes for a rich, realistic story.

Smutketeers Interview with Leia Shaw

Why erotica? Umm. Cause it’s hot and fun.

How much down time do you generally take between books? Not much. More books equals more money so I gotta kick ass if I’m going to make a living doing this.

Do you do anything to celebrate or reward yourself for finishing a book? No, but now that you mention it, what a fantastic idea!

If you could travel to any one place, where would it be? New Zealand to do the Lord of the Rings tour. Yes, I’m a big nerd. But it’s also been one of my husband’s dream vacations since the movie first came out.

Do you collect anything? Junk. And kid’s toys. I swear they multiply overnight while I’m sleeping.

What’s your idea of a romantic evening? Wandering around a bookstore, drinking tea or hot chocolate, finding a nook to settle into with a stack of books and my husband.

Do you incorporate people you know into your stories? Of course. It’d be hard not to. We write what we see, what we know. Not usually in such a concrete way, but many of my characters have traits I’ve seen in people I love (or sometimes don’t like so much). I put parts of myself in characters too. In my opinion, it makes the book feel more real.

How do you recharge your batteries? Battery charger, usually.

What inspired this story? Seeing a lot of women fall into the “perfect sub trap.” And hearing a lot about how there’s only one right way to do BDSM and growing frustrated by that. When it comes to relationships, there’s no right or wrong way, especially one as complicated as poly BDSM. We wanted to empower subs to accept their imperfections and give themselves a break and to show Doms that brats can be a fun challenge!

Either/Or Questions:

Beer or girly drink with an umbrella? Girly drink with umbrella

Vanilla or chocolate? Chocolate

Hugs or kisses? Hugs!

Boxers, briefs or commando? Boxers

Steak or sushi? Steak

Jeans or stilettos? Jeans

Elegant fop or rough-edged rogue? Rogue

Tropical beach or mountain cabin? Cabin

Soft, sensual make out session or throw you up against the wall? Up against the wall!

Tattoos or piercings? Tattoos

City girl or country girl? City

Dog person or cat person? Dog

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Also in the Badass Brats series

The Dom with a Safeword

Late at night, on an amateur ghost hunt, Sabrina and her best friend Q are caught trespassing by the gorgeous, blond Jude. The embers of attraction between them sizzle when they discover Jude’s kinks match their own. Jude is a Dom on his last summer of freedom before starting the prison sentence that is med school. Q is a badass bi switch who knows what she wants, and for years it’s been her cute, doe-eyed straight friend Sabrina. But the only way to get into Sabrina’s heart and panties may be with Jude’s fist wrapped in her hair.

Domming the bratty Q and mischievous Sabrina isn’t going to be easy, but Jude relishes the challenge. At the end of the summer, will they find a way to stay together when everything is tearing them apart?

Warning: this book contains adult material including the use of multiple implements to bring bratty subs to their knees, scaffolding doubling as bondage apparatus, and a haunted house. No ghosts were harmed in the making of this book.

BDSM elements, M/f/f, f/f

Excerpt from The Dom with a Safeword

“What do you think?” she asked after a few moments.

Q looked up and swallowed hard. Sabrina was standing in front of her in a white lace bra and panty set. The wispy fabric left little to the imagination.

“I just got them yesterday. Are they cute?” She turned to show Q that the underwear were of the thong persuasion. The curve of her perfect ass beckoned.

Q balled her fists at her sides. There was no way even Sabrina was this naïve. What was she playing at? The feeling of her clit throbbing hard against the seam of her jeans made her lightheaded. “Very… uh… pretty,” she gasped.

Sabrina smiled seductively. “Pretty? Is that all you have to say?”

With every second, her control was slipping away. “Put some clothes on before I make you regret it, little girl,” she growled. Maybe spanking her ass – or biting it – would teach her to behave.

“Little girl? I’m older than you are.”

“By six months. You’re also lighter and shorter than I am. I could do all sorts of naughty things to you and you wouldn’t be able to stop me.”

“I dare you try.”

This close, she could see Sabrina’s breathing deepen and the faintest tremble take hold of her.

Q took two steps and glared down at her. “I don’t take dares.” Their gaze locked and there was a silent battle of wills. The pupils of Sabrina’s eyes dilated and she blinked. Slowly, Q lowered her lips until they hovered just barely above hers. The other girl shifted her gaze to her mouth. Q brushed her lips softly against Sabrina’s, then drew back.

Sabrina made a little mewling sound, frowned, then gave herself a shake. She turned fast and grabbed the topmost skirt and slipped it on as though nothing had happened. The rapid rise and fall of her chest suggested she wasn’t as unaffected as she was trying to act. The matching purple PVC shirt she’d picked buckled up the front, and Sabrina fumbled with it for a few minutes before conceding defeat.

“Can you help?” she asked in a small voice.

Q sat in the pile of clothing on the bench and waved her over. Could a person faint from lust? Sabrina stopped in front of her, reddening. By the time Q got to the third buckle up, the soft swell of Sabrina’s breasts became impossible to ignore. She brushed her fingers lightly over the tops of them. Her breath caught in her throat. The nerves in Q’s fingertips felt like they were sizzling with electricity.

Sabrina’s eyes closed and she thrust her chest out in a silent plea for more.

“You don’t act like a straight girl.”

“You don’t make me feel like one,” she breathed, looking down at Q.

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Can they find love without losing themselves…

Tovia Douglas has devoted her adult years to sheltering her mentally ill mother and ensuring her sister’s independence. When Tovia turns 27, those lost years come into sharp, painful focus and she decides it’s time to start enjoying life, starting with a little mental vacation through submission at her local kink club.

Keilor Branson grew up believing in love at first sight. He just figured his other half would feel it too. Instead, feisty new submissive Tovia runs from their emotional connection. Determined, Keilor must chip away at her walls and prove that love is worth the risk.

When family troubles lead to Tovia’s change of heart, their roles are reversed. Now she must prove to her man, her Master, that while love isn’t always perfect, they are perfect for each other.

Skylar is offering a $10 gift certificate to All Romance eBooks to one commenter who answers this question: In Las Vegas, would you rather go to the Bacchanal Buffet at Caesar’s Palace or to the all-male revue Thunder from Down Under?

Please check back Sunday morning–Skylar will be choosing the winner and announcing it in the comments section. The winner will then contact her at the given email to claim her prize.

 Skylar says: I think I’d almost rather go to the Bacchanal. Just look at those desserts–they look pretty and you actually get to put your mouth on them!

❦ Interview ❦

Why erotic romance? That’s like asking, “why have the chocolate cake?” It’s indulgent, it appeals to our baser instincts, and damn does it feel good. I write erotica because I want my readers to have a love story with all the sexy bells and whistles.

Do you collect anything? Too many things! Right now, the house is overrun with my collection of antiquarian books, pets, and comics. I’m trying to move as much of my obsessions (like movies and music) to digital form because I’m dreading the day I have to move boxes and boxes of books!

What’s your idea of a romantic evening? A picnic at home. Spread a blanket in front of the TV, dim the lights, and round up gourmet finger food from this little Italian deli in our area. It’s cheap, easy, and I don’t have to put on makeup to go out…not to mention that we’re in the privacy of our house!

Do you incorporate people you know into your stories?  Full people, no. Mannerisms? Phrases? Hair colors? Yes. My characters are usually a conglomeration of traits pulled from my wild imagination, people I know, and people I’ve observed while out and about.

How do you recharge your batteries? For me, since I write a lot of BDSM, an observatory trip to one of the local private clubs always has the plot bunnies going. Otherwise, I try to read something outside my genre and listen to a lot of public radio–the real-life stories always inspire me to write more.

❦ Either/Or ❦

Jeans or stilettos?  Jeans

Elegant fop or rough-edged rogue?  Rough-edged rogue

 Tropical beach or mountain cabin?  Tropical beach

Vampire or werewolf?  Werewolf

Soft, sensual make out session or throw you up against the wall? Throw you up against the wall

Summer or winter? Summer

Tattoos or piercings? Both!

City girl or country girl? Country girl

Cinderella or Snow White? Snow White

Las Vegas luxury hotel or quaint Wine Country Inn vacation?  Las Vegas luxury hotel–I need more High-Stakes Doms research!

❦ Excerpt ❦

He groaned and closed the distance between them in two strides, blocking her against the door. “You are so fucking sexy, firebird.” He pulled her hair free from its elastic and her long strands tumbled around her ears, the ends brushing against her puckered nipples. “God, Tovia. Tell me your safeword again, baby.”

His nearness addled her. The response took far longer than it should have. “Library.” Her safe space. Her escape.

Keilor nodded, the Vegas lights getting glinting off his smooth scalp. “Are you ready?”

What a loaded question. That devil on her shoulder pushed her into the deep end of the pool. “Yes Sir.”

He spun her to the door, tugging at her hips until they arched back toward him. “Keep your palms on the door.”

The cool wood stole some of the heat swamping her body. She let her head slump forward to hang between her outstretched arms. An approving groan came from behind, and pride curled through her. Keilor made her feel powerful, not weak. She stored up the feeling, vowing to hoard all the good vibes he incited in her. They’d need to tide her over for quite a while.

One of his large, kitchen-rough hands rubbed circles on her right butt cheek, then the left. Tingles erupted everywhere he touched.

A volley of slaps hit her skin, no discernible pattern or strength. She tried to keep up, predict what would come next, but she couldn’t. Finally, she just accepted it, taking whatever he doled out to her. She focused on her breathing, letting the spanks wash over her like asynchronous waves until they filled her mind and body to the exclusion of everything else. Minutes, hours, she had no idea how long she floated.

Damp arousal coated her pussy when an extra stingy smack landed and she gasped. “Please!” That was what she needed, that blade of pain, one big delete button for her exhausted mind.

He complied, and soon she was writhing under his attentions, aroused beyond sense. If she twitched her hips just right, the seam of her thong would scrape against her clit. Orgasm within reach, she lost hold of all her control. “Oh god, Sir, please more.”

The bastard stopped. Before she could beg, she was in his arms, legs wrapped around his hips. The ridge of his erection pressed against her barely-covered core. He thrust against her.

“Sir!”

Bracing her against the door, he repeated the movement, inching her closer to explosion. “I want you to come for me. Let me hear you.”

He leaned down to take one nipple in his mouth, abusing the sensitive tip with his lips and tongue and teeth. Shards of pleasure-pain cut through her in time with his pulsing hips. Almost there, just a breath away…

“Fly for me, firebird.” Keilor tugged her hair, prickling her scalp, then swallowed her moan with his kiss.

His order sent her over, drowning in pleasure. Tingles spread from her pussy out to her toes and fingers and she would have sworn the earth shook beneath her.

When she could finally make sense of the world, she lay on that huge bed, wrapped in Keilor’s arms.

A girl could get used to that kind of attention. She snuggled against his side, letting the afterglow work through her. She knew there was a reason she shouldn’t be doing this, but it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered beyond that moment.

“That good, huh?”

“Mmm.”

His fingers stroked through her hair and she wanted to purr. Maybe as long as she stayed in this room, isolated from the rest of the world, nothing could bother her. Sounded like a plan. Her palm inched up Keilor’s body until it rested against his chest. The beat of his heart thumped through to her palm and she slowed her breathing in time to his pulse.

Was this what she’d given up for so many years?

“Why the frown?” His voice rumbled through his chest.

“Thinking.”

“Well don’t. It’s bad for your health. The Surgeon General says so.” He kissed her forehead and she about melted.

“Well in that case, I think I need a distraction.”

In an instant, she was beneath him on the bed, his impressive erection notched between her legs. If only a snap of her fingers could strip him bare…

“I think I can accommodate that. Why don’t we—” A knock on his door made him scowl. “Stay right there, just like that.”

When he used that voice, she couldn’t disobey.

A terse conversation later, Keilor returned from the door with her corset, coat, and purse in hand.

“What’s going on?” Was he kicking her out already? Had she somehow disappointed him? Unease snaked through her chest.

“Sammy received a call from your mother. She’s at the hospital.”

Tovia jumped out of bed, snagged her corset and fumbled with the laces before cursing a blue streak. She couldn’t go to the hospital in this. Panic twisted her mind. Her mother had always been a little frail, a lot unbalanced, all thanks to her abusive father, now long gone. His fingerprints still lingered on her mother, though. On her too, second hand.

Small hands swatted hers away from the laces. Sammy. Her best friend pulled away the corset then helped Tovia into her coat.

“I have gym clothes in the car. You can put those on while we drive over there, okay?”

Tovia nodded, tears blurring the room. Her watery eyes didn’t stop her from seeing the grim lines on Keilor’s face. Well, this would stop things before they careened even further out of control. Nothing interrupted a sexy evening like a woman’s mother.

❦

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.

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To get what you want you have to move fast.

Gray Preston was born into money, but he’s built his racing empire on hard work and muscle. Now, with millions of fans, his senator father sends one of his aides, Evelyn Hill, to elicit Gray’s help in garnering votes for his upcoming national election. Gray wants nothing to do with his estranged father’s campaign, but Evelyn can be pretty persuasive. She’s willing to learn about racing, and maybe even get a little dirty.

Evelyn’s number-one goal is politics, which makes working with Gray difficult, because his only passion is fast cars. As she and Gray spend time together, he teaches her about the sport he loves, and she learns a lot about the man behind the wheel. The more she learns, the more she wants him. But any desire that threatens to derail the carefully laid plans for her future is a dangerous one.

With the passion Gray and Evelyn share running hotter than either imagined, one of them is going to have to compromise, or run the risk of losing more than their hearts.

Excerpt:

She’d let him off the hook a lot easier than he deserved.

“I’m sorry about today, too. You wanted to learn about the cars and I was a dick about it.”

“Yes, you were. But the whole thing with Cal was my doing.”

“To make me mad, I know. You obviously aren’t attracted to him.”

She crossed her arms. “And how do you know that?”

He nodded toward her outfit. “Look at what you’re wearing.”

“Hey. What’s wrong with my dress?”

“You look like you just stepped off the Mayflower. No woman who wants to impress a guy would wear a dress like that.”

She laughed, obviously not insulted. “Okay, fine. You’ve got me there. So, we’ll start over?”

He smiled at her. “Yeah. We’ll start over.”

Her lips lifted too, making his gaze gravitate to them and stay there. He remembered last night and what it felt like to kiss her. He wanted to kiss her again, to take up where they left off. She’d felt good against him, her body molded to his, pliant and welcoming. He wondered what would have happened if they’d been someplace more private.

Like here.

He lifted his gaze to her eyes, saw the desire and wariness mixed there. Maybe Evelyn was remembering the same thing.

She should be wary. The two of them together wasn’t a good thing.

He took that back. Getting her in his bed would be a great thing, followed by the morning after, which would mean he’d still have to see her, work with her, and be reminded that she worked for his father. It would be a hell of a mess, which was why, despite her killer body and sexy mouth, he wasn’t going to take her to bed.

“I should go.” She stood, and despite that ugly as hell dress and the even worse shoes she wore, she looked as sexy tonight as she had last night. He didn’t think it had anything to do with the attire. Had to be the woman.

His dick totally agreed, because it twitched, still obviously thinking of kissing her and touching her last night. And his dick had a mind of its own. “You could stay for a while.”

She cocked a brow. “And do what? I left my laptop in my hotel room. We can’t work.”

Good. He liked the idea of not working, of not thinking of her as being part of his father’s life. He wanted to think of her as a desirable woman he could take to bed.

He took a step closer, inhaling her scent. Something clean and sweet. Not perfume, though. “There are other things to do besides work, Evelyn.”

“I’m pretty sure you made it clear last night you wanted nothing to do with me on a personal level.”

She’d worn her hair pulled back. He reached behind her and easily unclipped it, then spread her hair over her shoulders. “I was mad last night.”

She tilted her head back, meeting his gaze. Her breathing was hard and fast. “So was I.”

“You mad now?”

“No.”

“Good.” He slid his hand around the nape of her neck, closed what little distance there was between them, and did what he’d been dying to do—angry or not—all goddamn day long.

He kissed her.

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TEMPTATION’S EDGE

Eve Berlin/Eden Bradley

Black Lace Books is re-releasing all of my Bantam and Berkley Heat books in the UK, and I’m so excited for several reasons! I get awesome new covers, UK readers get to discover my books, and it gives me a reason to talk again about my ‘Edge’ series, known in the UK as The Pleasure Dome series. TEMPTATION’S EDGE is Book Three, and it’s out today in the UK!

I love these books. They’re very romantic and very kinky, and I’ll take any opportunity to discuss how ‘romantic’ and ‘kinky’ are not mutually exclusive, despite evil rumors to the contrary. In fact, kink can create  intensely strong bonds very quickly, so BDSM is perfect fodder for a love story.

Why else am I in love with this series? Hot, hot heroes-all of them Doms to the core, and the guy in Temptation’s Edge, Connor Galloway, may be my favorite (but don’t tell Alec and Dante I said so!). I love a man who’s a wall of taut, muscled flesh-especially if he has tattoos! Connor is already inked when this story begins, but when he meets Mischa, a gorgeous tattoo artist, he *has* to have her tattoo him. And therein lies possibly my favorite part of this story-the tattoo scenes. They’re hot and sexy and i can almost hear the buzz of the needle…and yes, I do have a li’l tattoo fetish-why do you ask?

Okay, I have a lot of other favorite parts to this story. Mischa and Connor are both a bit damaged by their painful pasts, and that’s something I always like to explore. That and kinky sex-but you probably already knew that about me, didn’t you? But enough of my ramblings-let’s get to the book!

Connor Galloway is about to meet his match.

Mischa Kennon may be willing to let the sexy Irishman into her bed, but many a dominant man has tried to tame her and failed.

Only for all Mischa’s talk she’s relatively inexperienced when it comes to intimate power games. Can Connor tempt her to surrender to her innermost desires?

A dark sensual romantic novel perfect for fans of E.L. James, from the acclaimed author of Pleasure’s Edge and Desire’s Edge.

EXCERPT:

He opened a door painted bright blue, took her into his apartment. There was light coming from a floor lamp, illuminating the space. In a brief glance she took in the sleek, modern furnishings, the long wall of exposed brick. There were sketches all over the walls, framed in simple black or pewter frames. Robots, space ships. One really excellent nude of a woman reclining in a chair. But she didn’t have time to think about it. He was slipping her coat from her shoulders, leading her to the big, L-shaped sofa done in a heavy dark blue canvas.

“Have a seat.”

It wasn’t a question. Why did that make her entire body vibrate with need? She sat, and he settled next to her. She noticed once more the way his dark shirt pulled against his broad chest, making her want to reach out and stroke the fabric. To feel the bulging muscle she knew lay beneath. She flexed her fingers.

“Are you nervous, Mischa?”

“What? No, of course not.”

“What, then?”

“I…I don’t know,” she admitted. “Maybe just that I know something different will happen tonight. Something more than what I’ve experienced before. I’ve done a few things…been to a couple of fetish clubs. But you’re more…serious about it, I think.”

“Does it make you afraid?”

“No.” She shook her head, not wanting to admit it. “No.”

He smiled. “We’ll see if that turns out to be true.”

“You seem to take some pleasure in the idea,” she said.

He grinned, his green and gold eyes glittering. “I am a sadist, Mischa.”

That made her laugh. “Fair enough.”

He took her hand then, brought it to his mouth. Brushed his lips over the back of her fingers, making her shiver. With his gaze still on hers, he unfolded her fingers, one at a time, kissed each one. She’d never had such attention paid to her hands before. Had never imagined what it might do to do her. With each press of his warm lips against her skin, her body was going hot, melting all over.

He paused to ask, “Do I have your consent, Mischa?”

“Mmm…what?”

“To have my way with you.” He grinned gorgeously.

She grinned back. “Definitely.”

“What about a little pain with our pleasure? And I’m asking this now in this abbreviated way because to be honest, I can hardly wait.”

She loved to hear him admit that he wanted her, loved the husky tone in his voice. “Yes. Definitely.”

“We still need to have that talk before anything more serious happens. But right now I just need to touch you…” He slipped one hand around the back of her neck, exerted the smallest pressure there, and she was surprised—shocked, really—at her response to it. It made her feel commanded by him. And also taken care of, in some weird indefinable way she couldn’t explain to herself.

“Yes, later,” she murmured in agreement.

“Come on, now,” he said, his tone low. “Lie back for me, my girl.”

He used the hand on her neck to guide her, until she was reclining on the sofa. He got up so that he had one knee on the cushions, leaning over her.

“You really are beautiful,” he murmured, almost as if he was talking to himself.

He let the hand slide from around her neck to her collarbones, then down between her breasts, stroking her cleavage, the tops of her breasts. The heat of his hand scorched her, her nipples going hard.

“I love these stiletto heels. That you wear these thigh-high fishnets beneath your dress. Come now, let me see you.” He kept his gaze on her body as he swept the soft, knit fabric of her dress up her thighs, revealing the black lace panties. “Very nice,” he murmured. “But let’s have off with them, shall we?”

He slipped them off, smiling as her bare flesh came into view. His gaze flicked up to hers for one moment before he looked back at her shaved sex. He touched her, just his fingertips, a light, feathering touch over her aching cleft, and pleasure shimmered over her like heat lightning, making her squirm.

“Ah, I have to taste you,” he said.

She had one brief moment to think Yes, please. Then he was bent over her, his tongue stroking her swollen folds, pushing between them.

“Ah, Connor…”

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I was driving along the beachfront earlier, and came across a very interesting sight. The neighborhood fire truck was parked on the side of the road. It’s something I see often. Seems when things are slow and there aren’t very many fires to put out, the firies like to sit at the waterside and stare out at the ocean.

Usually they stay in their truck. Today, they didn’t. So what I was treated to was an image of three beautifully built, jacketless firemen, standing against the railing, their backs to me. (And may I add, their asses all looked really good from where I was sitting.)

So what does any breathing female do under the circumstances? Easy. She fantasizes. Which is exactly what I did. And what did I fantasize about? Er—this one’s a no brainer, folks. I just mentioned three sexy firemen with great asses. I had a full-on, X-rated M/M/M fantasy (and almost crashed my car in the process…but that’s beside the point.)

Which brings me to my next thought. Isn’t it just human nature to fantasize? Or should I say…female nature? C’mon, admit it. You’ve been at the checkout in the supermarket, and the cute cashier (who’s probably half your age, and you have no right to fantasize about) smiles at you, and boom, there you are, stuck in the middle of a fantasy about him when you should be paying for your groceries.

What about your neighbor? No, not the elderly guy across the road who collects his paper from his yard every morning in his striped pajamas. I mean the cutie who sometimes waters his lawn topless, or jogs past your house in those shorts that show off his long, muscular legs. Go on. Say it. You’ve thought about those legs cradling your hips…

But then there’s another scenario. One where it might not be too easy to fantasize. What if it’s your best friend? The guy you hang out with all the time. He knows you better than you know yourself. He’s comfortable to be with, kinda like pulling on a familiar sweater on a cold night. He makes you feel warm and fuzzy and totally at ease. You can just be yourself with him.

Do you fantasize about him? Or does that cross the line to a certain ick factor. After all he is just a friend. And you don’t fantasize about your friend’s strong thighs cradling your hips. Or your legs cradling his thighs for that matter. Because that’s just wrong.

But what about when you can’t help yourself? When you know him so well that the warm fuzzies he gives you don’t feel anything like a familiar sweater? What if those warm fuzzies burn straight through to your lungs and send streaks of heat through your veins? And damn it, you don’t want to fantasize about him, but if he could just press his soft lips to yours, just trail his hand up your arm once… If you could just taste his kiss or feel his bare chest against your own…

This is the dilemma Lucy Lawson finds herself facing in More Than Friends. She can’t seem to stop fantasizing about her friend, Sebastian Blackford. And her fantasies are the erotic, sizzling-hot, blow-her-mind kind of fantasies. See, at some point, Lucy fell in love with her best mate. And now it’s hard for her to imagine him as just her friend. But he doesn’t view her as anything more. So maybe for Lucy, she has no choice but to continue fantasizing.

What would you do? If you were in love with your best friend? Would you lay it all on the line, and spill your heart to him, at the risk of losing everything (like Lucy eventually does)? Or would you just keep it to yourself and live with the fantasies that keep you warm on those cold winter nights?

Jess

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MORE THAN FRIENDS

MORE THAN FRIENDS

The Blurb

He was her best friend…until he became her fantasy.

A More Than story.

Lucy Lawson’s got it bad. Bad as in stunned speechless by the situation she’s in, by the feelings sitting on her chest, ready to explode. She’s in love…with her best friend.

Problem is, telling Sebastian Blackford could destroy the best thing in her life, but the longer she keeps her feelings under wraps, the stronger the need to spill her secret.

The last thing Seb suspects is that his best mate is madly, wildly in love with him, or that he’s the star of her seriously dirty fantasies. Worse, he’s just started seeing someone he’d like to see again—and Lucy knows it.

So why does her confession hit him like a runaway train? And why can’t he get her explicit description of her fantasies out of his mind? They’ve never been more than friends, but now that he knows how Lucy feels, everything is out of whack.

Seb figures it’s up to him to get their relationship back on track. He’ll do it too, just as soon as he establishes which track is the right one.

Warning:  After reading this, you may just be tempted to jump your best friend. It’s recommended you keep your partner on speed dial or a toy with fresh batteries on standby.

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All For Smut, and Smut For All!

Lindsay Dannon has a dirty little secret. While she hides behind her plain and proper image at work, a wanton woman with a rich fantasy life lurks beneath the surface. The thrill of sex in public places, and the risk of exposure, is a compulsive itch she knows only one man can scratch—her boss, Jack Randolph.

The company’s “no tolerance” policy on interoffice dating is the only thing stopping her. Good thing Jack created the rules, because he’s determined to make all of Lindsay’s sexual fantasies come true…

EXCERPT: (WARNING!Hot Stuff Ahead!)

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Lindsay knew she wasn’t his type. He probably had no interest in her. If he had, surely he’d have acted on it before now, right? She recalled Tegan once saying that Jack’s ex-wife had been a former swimsuit model—her polar opposite.

And there was the fact that he was her boss. She looked up into his dark, amber eyes. Why, of all the men in Colorado, did he have to be the one to ignite every sexual fantasy she had? It would have made her life easier if she’d had a sexual compulsion for some harmless pencil pusher.

At least she hadn’t drawn a heart around their names on her desk blotter. Or written Mrs. Jack Randolph a thousand times on a piece of paper. She ignored the fact that she’d written ‘Mrs. Lindsay Dannon-Randolph’ on the notepad of her smart phone mere days ago.

“Lindsay?”

She’d like to rub her nipples across that five o’clock stubble on his cheek, tease his lips open, and feel the wet warmth of his mouth, as he sucked her tight—no! This was wrong, so wrong of her…she had to stop this madness… “Stop imagining him with his clothes off!”

“Excuse me?”

She visualized throwing him down on the conference table in front of everyone and the two of them boinking like crazed rabbits, while he muttered, Ms. Dannon, do you want to be home checking want ads? and the sexual fantasy fizzled.

I must be insane to keep having these thoughts—you’re such an ass, Jack Randolph… “…Yet all I can think about is what it would feel like to have you push me against a wall and shove your cock deep inside me, tight…” Her words trailed off as she noticed the stunned look on his face.

“Please tell me I didn’t say any of that out loud? Oh, hell. You’re going to fire me now, aren’t you?” Wonderful. Mortally embarrassed. No job, no money. And now her boss thought she was a deviant with a dirty mouth, a sexual addict with a fetish for him. She could kiss any letter of recommendation goodbye.

“I’m not going to fire—”

“You will. You have to. I’ve got high stalker potential. I even mapped out the route to your house from my apartment on an app,” she blurted out. Crap. Confession might be good for the soul, but she really wished she’d kept that tidbit of info to herself.

He leaned in, trapping her neatly against the elevator wall. One hand reached out to press the red stop button. “Are you going to attack my body?”

“N-no.” The elevator shuddered to a halt.

“Pity.” He nudged her thighs open with his knee, his breath hot against the nape of her neck.

“Someone might see!” She squirmed to move under his arm. The frosted glass might hide their identities, but certainly not their actions. A frisson of fear mixed with sheer excitement raced through her veins. Lindsay watched him throw his jacket over a tiny camera eye in the corner, effectively blocking security’s view. He pulled her into his arms, slid his hands over the curve of her hips, and sank his fingers into the cheeks of her rear end, cupping her through the navy fabric. His lips pressed against her throat.

She wanted to pinch herself just to make sure she hadn’t slipped past reality and slammed full throttle into psychosis. At least her two halves weren’t conflicted about one thing. Both wanted Jack.

“Stop me. Tell me no now and I’ll quit. Otherwise…”

Lindsay’s knees were already weak, even before he found her erogenous zone and began lapping at the delicate spot with his tongue. She clutched at his tie in answer, unknotted it, and slid it from under his collar.

Lindsay meant to discard it, but before she could throw it on the floor, he grabbed the tie and her wrists. Jack turned her around, binding her hands to the brass railing.

“What are you doing?” This hadn’t been part of her daydreams!

“Fulfilling a fantasy of mine. You know all about fantasies, don’t you Lindsay? You just told me one of yours.”

“OhMyGawd.” She ran the words into three indistinct syllables. Nothing in her tame past prepared her for the sensual onslaught of a Jack attack.

He kicked her feet farther apart, forcing her legs to spread wider and her navy skirt to hike up. He lifted the hem even higher and slid a hand along one of her inner thighs. The other hand caressed her back and shoulders, pressing down ever so slightly, bending her so that her forehead touched her bound wrists.

Unable to see what he was doing behind her, she gasped when he slid a finger under the crotch of her silk panties and teased her clit. Exposed, helpless and so empty, she needed him to fill her up.

“You’re very wet, Lindsay. Eager for me?”

“Please…ohh…”

He pulled her panties down around her ankles and had her step out of them. “I’m keeping these as a memento.”

The idea of him wanting her panties as a trophy excited her, but it also served as a warning. This was hot, passionate, blissful sex…and nothing more. If her heart got broken, it would be her own fault.

His hands caressed her ankles, then calves. The fingers were slightly callused. Not all his muscles came from a gym. The stray thought made her quiver. She heard the slow drag of metal teeth on a zipper and tried to turn around, but couldn’t.

“No. I want you to concentrate on the sensation of what I’m doing to you.” He rubbed the wet tip of his shaft at her apex, and rested a hand on her lower back, urging her to bend lower. She moaned and pulled at the tie that bound her hands. He could do anything he pleased to her, and she would be helpless to deny him.

Lindsay trembled, her breath growing ragged, anticipating the heavy thrust of his cock. She closed her eyes and waited. Instead, she sensed him turn and shift, then a warm breath of air stirred the curls between her legs.

“Open your eyes, Lindsay, and look down.”

She glanced through the narrow space between the railing and the elevator wall. His eyes gleamed. Then Jack shot her a wicked smile before he buried his face in her pussy.

“Ohh…” A bright coil tightened within, spiraling from head to toe and back. She couldn’t think, couldn’t say a word. Everything was reduced to the pointed motions of his tongue, the moans and mewling cries of intense pleasure escaping from her throat. He worried her clit, nibbled, licked, and sucked until liquid heat trickled down the soft skin of her inner thighs.

When he replaced his tongue with his fingers she thought she’d been given a reprieve, a chance to mentally gather her wits. Instead, he pushed his fingers deep inside her and fluttered them back and forth. He angled his head to lick and suck at the rosy nub once more.

The room darkened, narrowed to a finite spot of sudden clarity. She belonged to him. And to the sexual urgency building between them.

Lindsay’s knees threatened to buckle and he moved behind her again, his muscled thighs keeping her propped into position. She heard the sound of a foil packet being ripped, and whimpered as his fingers bit into her hips with the first thrust home.

Pressed so tight, he left her little room to maneuver. The slow and steady rhythm made her crazy. She had to move. Now.

She tried to kick off her heels and gain some leverage. And only succeeded in breaking the heel off one of her expensive pumps, sending the other shoe airborne. It slapped the opposite wall and bounced to the floor with a thud, and of course, the broken shoe stayed on her foot with stubborn determination.

“What are you trying to do? Kick me in the balls?” He grunted with the effort to question her and maintain his pace.

“I can’t take it. You’ve got to go faster.” Great, now she was off balance and being screwed within an inch of her life. In her fantasies, she never experienced shoe disasters during sex. Everything always went smooth without mishap.

“Faster, pleaseee…”

“Like this?” Jack released her hips and wrapped his hands around the brass railing on either side of her body, increasing the pressure with each quick stroke.

“Ahh, yeah…” In her fantasies, the thick, punishing cock wasn’t real. And real was so much better.

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Aspiring author Stacie Purcell writes her sexy fantasies in a ‘story binder’, but when she misplaces it, she risks exposure of all her naughty little secrets.

Tyler Murchison finds her messenger bag in his repair shop and discovers a sexy surprise. He offers Stacie a chance to experience all the incredible delights she writes about. But can a single night of wild sex lead to something more?

NAUGHTY LITTLE SECRETS by Cassandra Curtis

(Book one in the Naughty South series)

EXCERPT:

Pam thought she was working on her college homework, and in a way she was, since her classes were creative writing and English composition. Besides, what could be more creative than sex?

Stacie slid a printed sheet out of the binder pocket long enough to study the line drawings she’d downloaded from her sister’s computer, and tried deciding which one she should write for the first love scene. Not like she could use her own experience. Her love life was non-existent, unless she counted her purple passion vibrator.

The website she’d found had been very helpful, with descriptive diagrams and names for various sexual positions, like ‘backward facing bad dog,’ which didn’t sound very romantic or sexy. Hmm, squishy piston, face salami, oblong bend, and the love jackhammer weren’t much better. Ooh, one had possibilities—the slippery double slappy! At least it would be fun to write and she bet even more fun to try—if she had a boyfriend.

Stacie pulled out her favorite black gel pen and scribbled notes in the margins. An idea popped into her head and she wrote down part of a scene…

His rough hands slid down her hips and over her thighs, removing her panties. She felt naked and exposed, helpless under his watchful gaze. Her nipples hardened into tight points, aching for the touch of his lips, his tongue. She needed to undress him, touch him, but he’d made sure she couldn’t, not until he let her go.

“Please. I need you.” Heat spiraled down her midriff to the center of her pleasure zone, making her damp and hungry for him.

“Ms. Purcell, your car is ready.” Tyler’s voice startled her.

“Oh!” Her sexy muse was standing right next to her! Stacie jumped up, papers flying in every direction. She grabbed and stuffed them in her binder, shoving it into her messenger bag on the floor, conscious of him waiting while she dug through her purse for her wallet.

“I replaced the brake pads and shoes, and checked the brake oil pressure. It was low.” Tyler explained.

“Thank you,” she mumbled and ducked her head, heat crawling up her neck and into her face. Even his voice was sexy, deep and soft in a way that made tingles run down her arms and settle between her thighs in a sweet ache.

Stacie tried sliding her credit card through the card reader, but it wasn’t working.

“No, it goes the other way. Here, let me help you.” Their hands touched for a brief moment and a giddy rush of bubbles zipped through her. If she were smart, she’d leave before she did or said something stupid and made a fool of herself.

“It’s okay, you just had it turned backward.” He smiled down at her, and their eyes met. It hit like a sucker punch, how much she wanted this man.

“You’ve got beautiful green eyes.” His voice lowered to a husky whisper.

“I do?” He thought her eyes were beautiful?

An odd flicker of emotion crossed his face. “Sorry, that was too forward, huh?” Tyler rubbed his brow, smearing grease on his forehead.

“No! I mean, no it was fine. I just don’t get many compliments.” Heat spread across her cheeks. Oh good one, Stace! Let him see exactly how clumsy and unsophisticated you really are! She was sure the big ole ‘L’ for loser was probably flashing on her forehead right about now.

“I find that hard to believe. I’m sure you hear how pretty you are all the time from your husband or boyfriend.”

“I, umm…I don’t have a boyfriend. Or a husband.” Was he serious? This couldn’t be real!

“That’s good to know.” Tyler’s smile curved at the corners of his lips. He handed her the keys to her car.

“Thank you.” Rooted to the spot, and unsure what to do next, Stacie wondered if Tyler was actually flirting with her. Don’t get too excited, or overeager. He’ll smell your desperation.

When he stepped back and told her he hoped he’d see her around, she practically floated out of the garage and across the parking lot.

Her hands trembled turning the ignition. Even a simple thing like their fingers touching made her weak in the knees. Tyler thought her eyes were beautiful.

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Author of the bestselling Shifting Tides series and finalist in 2007’s EPIC awards, Ms. Curtis is a former journalist and fine artist, who always loved reading tales of adventure, romance, mystery, and magic. Then one day decided to try her hand at fiction writing. A voracious reader, literal tree hugger, part-time virtual mermaid, investigative paranormal researcher, and maker of decadent desserts, Ms. Curtis writes contemporary and paranormal erotic romance under the name Cassandra Curtis, and mainstream romantic comedy as Cass Curtis. Humor is a common thread in all her books.

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