Very exciting news to share today-my ‘Edge’ books, written as Eve Berlin, are being re-released today with their gorgeous new covers! The really big news is that the new covers read ‘Eden Bradley’ writing as Eve Berlin’. Why is this great news? Because it means the re-release of my first BDSM novel THE DARK GARDEN sold so well that it inspired the joining of my two pen names!
Now, I love my ‘Eve’ books, but I was Eden first, and it’ll be a lot less confusing at conferences if people just call me by one name-lol! To celebrate, let’s take a look at my lovely covers, get a peek at each of these kinky stories, and of course I’ll have a contest, so read through!
For beautiful erotica author Dylan Ivory, being in control is everything. Growing up in a dysfunctional home, she raised her younger brother–right up to the day he died in a motorcycle accident. Since then, she has lived a life of perfect order, leaving nothing to chance. Then she met the man who was everything she was not…and everything she wanted.
How far you can go…
Alec Walker is a writer of dark psychological thrillers–and a man who lives for thrills. From motorcycles to snowboards to swimming with sharks, there’s no end to his lust for excitement. His tastes extend into the bedroom as well, and into The Pleasure Dome, the local BDSM club where he lets no rules bind his desires. The only thing he truly fears is love, and allowing someone else to really know him…
Unless you go over the edge?
While researching a book on sexual extremes, Dylan interviews Alec–and longs to taste the temptation he offers. But he’s a self-proclaimed dominant and she refuses to surrender control. Slowly and seductively, though, Alec shows her that by letting go and submitting to his every desire she can experience the ultimate pleasure. But to keep the woman who for the first time brings him to his knees , can Alec take the ultimate risk and surrender his heart?
DIRTY EXCERPT:
He was hard as hell, with her body warm in his lap, her need written all over her beautiful face. It was his job to serve that need. His own need was like a hammering beat in his groin, one he could barely control. He wasn’t used to that. To the extremity of it: heat, desire, pure animal lust.
But he could handle it, he reminded himself. He always had. He simply had to keep a reign on it, bank it for now. And give her what she desired. It was his job, one he did well.
Keeping one hand behind her neck, he squeezed a little. Confusion crossed her features.
“Quiet, Dylan.”
She looked as if she was going to speak, then closed her mouth.
“Good girl.”
A small shiver running through her at his words.
Ah, she would be the perfect bottom, this woman. That compelling combination of strength and fire and a natural submissive response.
He squeezed harder, simply holding her, a means to control her. Physically, but this was something that always seemed to have a psychological effect on anyone with submissive tendencies, as well. And it was working with her beautifully.
He kept his gaze on her face as he slipped his other hand between her thighs, used it to spread them apart.
Her mouth went into a small ‘o’, but she didn’t say a word.
He moved his hands in between that lush flesh, found the heat of her mound through her black panties.
“Tell me you want this, Dylan,” he commanded.
“I…yes. I want this.”
He found the edge of the fabric, slipped his fingers under it. A small moan from her. But she kept her eyes open, her gaze on his, as his fingers skimmed the swollen folds between her thighs.
Christ, she was wet. Soaked. And it was going to kill him to touch her like this and do nothing about the hammering pulse of his cock. But he would do it.
He slipped his fingers over her pussy, parted the full flesh, his fingers resting there for a moment. So damn hot. Then he found her clit and pinched it lightly.
“Oh!”
Still her gaze didn’t waver.
He pulled on the swollen nub of flesh, massaged it. Her breath came faster, until she was panting, her red lips parted. When he pushed two fingers into her, she gasped.
His cock twitched.
Like heated velvet inside, hot and wet and his cock wanted in.
Control.
He took a deep breath, thrust his fingers inside her. She squirmed on his lap, making him ache. But he was intent on her, his hand inside her, pushing deeper, until he knew by her mewling cries that he’d found her G-spot.
“Come for me, Dylan.”
And she did; it was that simple. Her sex clenched around his pumping fingers, her body arching. His cock thrummed with need, his pulse racing.
“Ah, God…Alec…”
She bit her lip and it was too good to resist. Leaning in, he took that plump flesh between his teeth and bit down, just hard enough, then opened her lips with his tongue. She was coming, panting into his mouth. And he took it all in: her pleasure, her sighs, the sharp scent of her desire in the air.
She was still shivering when he pulled back and moved her, laying her face down on his lap.
“Alec?”
Her body went tense all over.
“Shh. It’s time, Dylan. This is why we’re here. You’re ready.”
“Alec…No. I can’t…”
She was struggling to sit up, but he held her more firmly.
“Are you telling me ‘red’? Are you safe-wording out of the scene? If you are, I will let you up and we’ll get you dressed and leave here. Is that what you want?”
“I…no.”
He could barely stand to do it, to hold her down. Spank her. It would only make his straining cock harder, make it more difficult to keep himself under control. No woman had challenged his self control the way Dylan did. But he could deal with it. He simply would. He wanted to touch her more than anything in the world at this moment.
“Are we staying, Dylan?”
“Yes.”
He could feel the slightest give in her body. It was enough. He pulled the sheer mesh of her panties into the sweet line between her cheeks, baring them to his hands. He smoothed his palms over the silken flesh, just stroking her skin. Eventually, she went loose in his lap. Perfect. As perfect as the tight curve of her bare ass.
He began to tap with his fingertips, just hard enough that he knew she could feel it. He listened to her breathing for any sign of panic, but she was fine so far. He slapped a little harder, the flat of his palm making a small smacking sound. Her breathing didn’t change, but her flesh grew warm and showed the slightest tinge of pink.
“Are you all right, Dylan?”
“Yes.”
She was still loose and warm, and he knew she was slipping into the edge of subspace, had perhaps already reached it when he was working her with his fingers, before she even came.
His cock twitched, swelled.
Don’t think about that now. Concentrate.
He smacked her harder, his other hand still holding the back of her neck firmly. He knew she was feeling some pain. He also knew the desire in her body could convert it to pleasure if he handled her correctly.
He intended to.
Pausing to stroke her pinking skin, he smiled to himself at the lovely blush there. Drawing his fingertips over her buttocks, he pinched at the undersides. She squirmed, but her breath was still even. There wasn’t an ounce of tension in her muscles. He knew if he could see her face her pupils would be dilated, her cheeks flushed.
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…
DIRTY EXCERPT:
“Kara, I want you down on your knees,” he told her, his voice still that low, soothing tone. “I know we haven’t done this before. But it’s a beautiful symbol of your submission. I understand you are not a slave. That’s not what I’m interested in. Your submission is about what is happening at this moment. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Dante . . . but it’s . . . I don’t know if I can do it.” There was a tight, inexplicable knot in her chest.
“You can. You’d be surprised at how freeing it can be. Simply turning it all over to me. Do you trust me, Kara?”
“Yes. I trust you.”
“Then down you go, beautiful girl.”
God, was she actually going to do this? Her mind was really spinning now, reeling at a hundred miles an hour. But as fast as it was going, it was almost entirely blank.
Dante held on to her hand, and after a moment’s hesitation, she went down, kneeling on the floor.
Her cheeks were burning, but it wasn’t embarrassment. It was a heat emanating from deep inside her body. Desire. Intensity. She couldn’t figure it out. All she knew was that she was going loose all over, the knot in her chest unraveling, her body signaling her yielding. To him.
Dante.
He had his hands on her shoulders again, standing behind her now, pressing down. Holding her still. Holding her safe.
He leaned over and said quietly, “Good girl, Kara. Take in a breath. Exhale. And let it go. The control. The fear. I’m right here. Take another breath now. Good.”
He stayed with her, taking her through the breathing, helping her to relax. To trust. Her head was buzzing.
“I’m going to let you go for a few minutes to get things set up. I want you to stay just as you are. Will you be all right?”
“Yes. I’ll be okay.”
“Very good.”
She felt him move away, was dimly aware of the slip of the zipper on his duffel bag, small, muffled sounds as he removed things from it. There was a thrill in wondering about it, what he might do, what implement he might use on her. That combination of desire edged in fear. She pulled in a deep breath, focused on the pulse beat of the music she could feel deep in her belly. The eager anticipation in her aching sex, her breasts.
Dante was back at her side after a minute or two, helping her to her feet.
“Come on, Kara. We’re going to the spanking bench now.”
She paused, had to clench her jaw not to yank her hand back. Why did she have the urge to pull away when this was the very thing she wanted, had fantasized about?
Maybe that was why. But she couldn’t think enough to figure it out. She was trembling all over.
“Dante . . . no.” She was shaking her head slowly. She couldn’t stop herself.
He was quiet a moment, his hand going to the back of her neck and massaging it lightly.
“Are you truly saying no, Kara? Because if it really is no, then we can stop. Tell me what you want.”
“I . . . I don’t know. I can’t stop shaking.”
He drew her into his side, his arm tight around her waist. His face was close to hers. He said very quietly, “This is all up to you, Kara. You decide. That’s where your power is in all this. So tell me. Is it yes? Or is it no?”
She felt as if she were on a precipice. Paused. Waiting to fall into the darkness. The unknown. She wanted this. Badly. She was scared to death.
Yes.
No.
Her mind was spinning so hard she was breathless. She had no idea at that moment what her answer would be.
Mischa Kennon isn’t one to take it lying down, at least not until she meets sexy Connor Galloway , a green-eyed Irishman with an air of authority she finds hard to resist. While performing duties as maid of honor to her best friend, Mischa indulges in a casual relationship with Connor. She’s surprised by the thrill of his dominance, and lusts for more feisty battles before surrender.
…over the edge
It’s all fun and games in the BDSM Pleasure Dome Club, until Mischa realizes Connor could master her heart.
…and into temptation?
If she gives in to desire, will it be too much to handle, or will it open her to a kind of love she never thought possible?
DIRTY EXCERPT:
She heard him—sensed him—stepping back, away from her, then there was a pause in which she drew in a long breath and held it. She waited, her skin alive, as though every nerve ending was on high alert. She let her breath out, drew in another. And again, she waited while the music beat a sensual cadence around her. Behind the music were the sounds of other people: voices talking in low tones, sighs, moans of pain or pleasure. The sounds that were particular to this sort of place: The quiet hiss of ropes moving, the clink of metal on metal, the slap of leather floggers.
Still she waited for something to happen. She let her breath go, stopped thinking so much about it. Made a conscious effort to slow her hammering heartbeat. To calm her nerves. To block out the sounds of the club and look within.
Her body was simmering, a low, steady beat of desire. A thrum of anticipation so strong it felt like electricity in her veins. An acute awareness of Connor standing behind her, as if he were almost a part of her body, so that knowing he was there did nothing to pull her back out of herself, away from this inner exploration.
She felt beautiful. Turned on to an almost ridiculous degree. Lost in need.
She let out her next breath on a long sigh. And before her lungs had emptied there was a sharp snap in the air and an even sharper sting on the left cheek of her ass.
“Oh!”
It was followed immediately by Connor moving in to cup his big palm over the sting.
He didn’t say anything, just stepped back after a moment and hit her again.
This time she was less surprised by it. More able to let her body sink into the sensation. A small crop, she thought, from the light weight of it on her flesh. He hit her again, a little harder this time, and for some reason it made her smile.
Oh, this is where we really get into it.
It was what she wanted. Needed.
Another stinging rasp, then another. He was picking up the speed, working in a criss-cross pattern over her buttocks and thighs. With each stroke pleasure rose, as though embedded in the stinging sensation itself. She was squirming just a little, just enough to absorb the impact, to ride out the surges of pleasure.
He began to hit her harder. Harder and harder, until she was breathless with it. Finally, one really hard nick with the leather tip of the crop and she cried out.
His arms were immediately around her waist, his enormous body pressing into her from behind. His hands went to her breasts. He caressed them lightly, his fingertips dragging over her skin, then circling the nipples.
“You’re doing very well,” he whispered into her hair. “Amazing, to see the way you respond. Just like this…”
He pinched both nipples with hard fingers, and she jumped, her eyes flying open.
A low chuckle from him. “Ah, I love to see that. I love to bring you pain, almost as much as I love to bring you pleasure.”
His hand smoothed down, over her belly, between her thighs, where he found her clit right away. She arched her hips into his hand as he rolled the rigid flesh between his fingers.
“Tell me, darlin’, are you wet for me?”
“Yes,” she gasped.
“I’ll have to see for myself.” He slipped his hand into the wet heat between her thighs, his fingers pushing inside her. “Ah, beautiful.”
“Connor…”
“What is it?”
“I need…more…”
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All three books are out now-available at your local bookstores and online everywhere!
Now for the CONTEST!
All of my ‘Edge’ heroes are alpha males, but each are a bit different. Tell me which of these three heroes sounds the most appealing to you and why, and be entered to win my prize package: a $10.oo gift card-either Amazon or B&N, winner’s choice, an e-copy of my BDSM novellaSANCTUARY, *and* to celebrate our girly sides (okay-maybe it’s just me…*G*) a $10.00 gift card to Sephora, my favorite lip gloss resource!
And just because, if anyone wants to talk about the huge surge in erotic fiction-and especially my favorite, the kinky stuff!-in response to the Fifty Shades of Grey phenomenon, let’s chat about it! I’m grateful as hell to the book for what it’s done for my career. It’s totally responsible for the relaunch of THE DARK GARDEN, which in turn is responsible for the new covers and re-releases of these books, plus the upcoming re-releases of more of my books, including FORBIDDEN FRUIT here in February and in the UK in December. And I LOVE that it’s brought about so much discussion about erotica, about women’s needs and desires, about kink…it’s all good! What do you think? (This isn’t part of the contest-just me wanting to hear your thoughts if you feel like it)
Eden/Eve :)
*****NOTE***** I had the wrong buy links embedded-just fixed them! Sorry!
Today I’m on USA Today magazine’s Happy Ever After blog talking about BDSM, erotica, my wild times on Playboy Radio, my latest release TEMPTATION’S EDGE, and of course, the amazing phenomenon that is the Fifty Shades of Grey trilogy! To celebrate I’m having an easy peasy CONTEST here! All you have to do to enter is stop by my USA Today interview and comment there, share it on Facebook or Twitter (there are links on my article)-then come back here and let me know you’ve done it. That’s it! I’ll announce my winner tomorrow here in the comments section!
What can you win, you ask? I’m giving away PDF’s of the first two books in my ‘Edge’ series, the Holt Medallion winning PLEASURE’S EDGE and DESIRE’S EDGE, 2012 Bookseller’s Best finalist, PLUS I’ll throw in a $10.00 Amazon gift card! Go forth and enter!
She reached her hand over and let her fingers wrap around the hard shaft. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the feel of it as she stroked up and down before placing the smooth generous sized head in the palm of her hand. – from Ruby Red Metallic ~available now from Breathless Press
That’s Alaina’s description of the gearshift inside a Porsche 911 GT2. Why does she like this car? Or any of the cars she steals. Is it just their beauty? Or because they’re expensive?
Actually, what Alaina likes about them is their power, which is why she knows so much about their engines and what they’re capable of.
Like a woman, a car can be sensual and classy, with erotic curves. But like a man, a car can have power and strength. It can have a hard, sculpted body with pronounced masculine angles.
The fierce rumble of the engine can be compared to the all-consuming, fierce desire you have to feel your man inside you; the almost frantic need for orgasmic bliss that only he can give. The heat of lust coiling in your core at the slightest touch of his hard body as his hands, lips and tongue deftly manipulate your womanly gears to help speed you along the road to thrilling satisfaction.
A shrewd woman knows that a man, like a car, has complex inner workings. She knows that in order to get the best performance she needs to handle him skillfully and in so doing, he responds willingly.
What ways can you think of that make a man and a car alike?
Alaina knows her cars, and she doesn’t view what she does for a living as stealing. Using all the physical attributes she has at her disposal, she merely acquires the high-end vehicles for a business partner. Although the beautiful cars turn her on, she has her heart set on a particular gem. When she finds her jewel, Alaina is pleasantly surprised by its handsome owner, Scott.
Now she’s faced with a dilemma. Does she choose the man or the gem?
EXCERPT:
The curves were simply sensual, beautiful. Her hands caressed the hard body while they traveled over the smooth silken surface. Her heart fluttered, and tingles of excitement coursed through her veins.
Alaina had been to a number of these meet-ups and had always been disappointed. Sure, she saw some gorgeous specimens and she flirted a lot, but she knew what she was looking for and she wasn’t going to settle for anything less. But this time was different. She spied what she wanted almost immediately upon her arrival.
She knew the men watched her as she strode past them, past their Lamborghinis, their BMW’s, their Aston Martens, but they didn’t matter. She had found her jewel. Her ruby.
His deep voice flowed over her like a warm sensual bath. “It’s called Ruby Red Metallic. The sunlight does make her stand out, doesn’t it? You like Porsche?”
A faint breeze blew and picked up the scent of her soft floral perfume. She stepped a little closer to him, hoping he could smell the sexy fragrance and gave him her most alluring smile. “Like? No. I love them. They’re my passion.”
One of his brows arched up, and his eyes smoldered as they dipped to her cleavage for a moment before a smile slowly curved his lips and showed off his perfect teeth. “Really?” He held his hand out to her. “I’m Scott.”
She placed her hand in his warm powerful one and took her time to give him a once over. She noted the large hands went along with big feet and a huge bulge in his pants. This was going to prove more interesting then she first expected. “I’m Alaina.”
Scott bowed over her hand and pressed his lips to it. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Alaina.”
The small gentleman-like gesture warmed Alaina, and she almost felt giddy. What is happening to me?
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CONTEST! I’m giving away a copy ofRUBY RED METALLIC! Just comment to enter to win! I’ll announce the winner tomorrow evening.
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Casey Sheridan started writing erotica on a dare, and loved writing it so much she never stopped. Her work has been published by Breathless Press and Cobblestone Press, and has appeared in The Erotic Woman, Every Night Erotica, and RSVP-Erotica.
You can find her on the Web at: http://www.casey-sheridan.com
Eden/Eve: We have with us today the fabulous Lucy Felthouse, author and creator of the eroticforall website! Lucy’s from the UK, so I like to imagine her reading her smut in a lovely English accent…or perhaps that’s just me…? After all, she has taken part in some of the sexiest erotic anthologies ever…Chocolate Lover (yum!), I Kissed A Girl: A Virgin Lesbian Anthology (do any of you doubt after reading the blurb for my Spice book, THE LOVERS, that I’d adore this one?), Fang Bangers: An Erotic Anthology of Fangs, Claws, Sex and Love ( (for all of us vampire & werewolf lovers out there), and so many more!
Today Lucy is here to share a peek at her latest, UNIFORM BEHAVIOUR: Steamy Stories About Men & Women in Uniform. Let’s take a look at what Lucy has to say…
Do you get all weak-kneed at the sight of a grubby fireman or a hunky soldier? Perhaps immaculately-dressed waiting-on staff get you feeling frisky? If so, you’ve come to the right place.
Uniform Behaviourcontains sixteen smutty stories about firemen, soldiers, sailors, police, security guards and even waiters, priests and cleaners!
Delve into this anthology and enjoy steamy stories from established erotica authors including Justine Elyot, Craig J Sorensen, Victoria Blisse, Shermaine Williams, Elizabeth Coldwell and Lucy Felthouse. Uniform Behaviour also proudly introduces some exciting debut authors. So remember, you saw them here first!
As well as being written and compiled for your titillation, this anthology is also designed to do good. A portion of the proceeds from Uniform Behaviour will be donated to UK charity Help for Heroes, which helps those wounded in current conflict.
The stories in this anthology have been hand-picked by a uniform aficionado, so you can rest assured that only the sexiest erotic fiction lies in this eBook.
TEASING LITTLE EXCERPT:
No, I shook the thoughts from my head, all too clichéd, all too seedy.
“Jesus!” I yelled as his free hand pinched down on my nipple, squeezing it firmly, exquisite pain coursing its way through my veins. I continued to clench around his fingers, another surge of arousal slipping from my core, heated juices spilling from my engorged and swollen cunt, coating his hands with my slick. I yelped in surprise as he forced his fingers into my mouth to taste the musky sweetness of my snatch.
“See how fucking good you taste?” he rasped against my ear, his words sending another surge of arousal whizzing around my body. All I could do was nod, words stuck in my throat as I succumbed to the feelings this fireman was invoking within me.
I have to admit, I did taste good, never having sampled the delights of pussy before now. Without warning there I was on bended knee, the image of myself drinking from another woman’s cup, lapping at her centre with long, luscious strokes whilst she writhed beneath my tongue.
I was brought back to the present by sharp pain in my breast as Bryan twisted a swollen teat, relishing in the pleasurable pain that spilled from my throat. He shifted closer to me in the darkness, pressing his thick erection against my pussy and grinding gently. With his cock still snugly tucked inside his trousers I had only the scratchy material of his uniform to contend with. My core ached for affection and I ground against him as hard as I could, rubbing myself against him like a wild feline in the throes of heat.
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You can buy UNIFORM BEHAVIOUR NOW! Amazon* Amazon UK* ARe CONTEST!
Lucy will give away to one lucky winner a PDF copy of UNIFORM BEHAVIOUR! And she’s making it easy to enter-all you have to do is comment here, letting her know what your favorite uniform is. That’s it! The winner will be announced right here at Smutketeers in the comments section tomorrow night, the 14th, so be sure to check back! Of course, feel free to add any other comments or questions for her. And you must visit her website to read all about her other books!
RG the Smutty Xmas Elf: Are you having as much fun as I am? Every day a new post, a new book, a new toy! The only thing better? Singing for sex toys!
The 5th Dirty Day of Xmas, to this you’ll say, “I do”
FIIIVE GOLDEN RIIINGS! (hold the note) okay its actually only one but it vibrates and its for a man’s…you knooooow. :)
one feather tickler, sticky chocolate art, bondage just for fun—and a brand new Smutketeer to loooooove.
Eden/Eve: Happy Holidays, everyone, and welcome to Day 5 of the Smutketeers’ 12 Dirty Days of X-mas! In keeping with our theme I have a few dirty excerpts coming up for you today. There’s nothing better to curl up with on a cold December night than a smutty book-unless it’s a special, hot someone to keep you company-and both is even better! So grab whoever’s within reach and cuddle up close and read on!
First up is a tasty little tidbit from my debut Eve Berlin novel, PLEASURE’S EDGE, a BDSM romance, available now from Berkley Heat:
Desire was molten heat in her body, seeping like liquid through her limbs, her veins. And when he used both hands to spread the lips of her sex apart, she went soaking wet.
“Spread wider for me, yes, that’s it.”
He pushed her legs apart, until she was wide open to him. She felt wanton. Beautiful.
“This is my favorite part of a woman’s body,” he told her quietly, using his fingers to massage the swollen folds. “Some say it looks like a flower, an orchid. I agree. Just as sweet. Just as precious. And so damn soft.”
As she watched, he lifted one hand, pressed two fingers between his lips and sucked.
She moaned. She could barely hold still.
“Ah, you like that?”
“Yes,” she whispered, barely able to speak.
He smiled, used those same fingers to push between the lips of her sex. He rubbed at her opening, and she thought she would lose her mind if he didn’t thrust into her soon. Pleasure was a hard ache in her sex, her clitoris burning with need.
“Please, Alec…”
“Do you need to come already, my girl?”
“Yes!”
He pushed his fingers in, and she arched against him. With his thumb, he pressed against her clitoris.
“Oh!”
He began to move his hand, his fingers and thumb, in small circles. Pleasure rose, burned through her.
“Are you going to come?”
“Yes, yes…”
“Hold it back.”
“No…”
“Yes. Hold on, Dylan.”
She bit her lip, trying to bear down against the tide of pleasure threatening to take her under. And as she did, his other hand went under her buttock and pinched, hard.
“Oh…”
“Is that good?”
“It…it hurts.”
“But is it good?” he demanded.
“Yes. It’s good. Ah…”
He pinched again, harder this time, and the pain bit into her system, mixing with the pleasure.
“Alec. I’m going to come. Please…”
“Not yet. Does the pain make it better?”
“It makes it…better. Yes. Need to come now!”
“Hold it back. Do it. Tell me you will.”
“I…God…”
Another hard pinch, this one punishing, going beyond the level at which the pain converted to pleasure.
“I’ll do it,” she gasped. “I’ll hold it back.”
Her body was writhing. She didn’t care. His hands kept working her, his fingers inside her, his thumb rubbing, pressing, on her hard clit. And his other hand pinching her buttock, her thigh. It hurt. It felt indescribably good. She was lost in sensation.
“You are so good, Dylan. So damn beautiful. I want to see you come now. For me.”
He thrust his fingers hard inside her, his thumb circling her clit. And at the same time he pinched the flesh on the inside of her thigh, just enough for the pain to drive her climax on.
She came, a thousand stars firing inside her head, hurtling her into space. She gasped for breath, a cry gathering in her throat.
“Oh…God, Alec!”
Her hips arched into his hand, pleasure still racing through her, dazzling her.
She fell back on the bed, blinded. Shivering. And he went with her, climbing onto the bed and pulling her into his lap. He turned her over, and even as the last waves of her climax shuddered through her body, he began to spank her.
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You can buy PLEASURE’S EDGE now, in paperback or digital: Amazon ~ B&N ~ Borders ~ Chapters.ca ~ Books-a-Million ~ Powell’s ~ IndieBound
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My latest Eden Bradley novel, THE LOVERS from Harlequin Spice, a contemporary erotic romance with a few different twists, was released the same week as PLEASURE’S EDGE, so let’s take a peek at this one, too:
“Baby, this is going to be so good,” Jack whispers into my hair.
I lean into him, loving the solid strength of his body behind me. And even more, his hand between my thighs, his clever fingers playing with my clit, tugging on my pussy lips, teasing me. And his mouth hot and wet on my neck.
I am soaking, shivering with need.
He reaches around with his other hand and draws mine behind me, wrapping my fingers around his cock, which is hard as glass, but with that velvet-soft skin all over the solid shaft.
“Look at them,” he says to me. “She’s so into him. She’s as wet as you are right now; we both know how wet she gets.”
“Yes…”
His fingers slide into my opening, into that wet heat, and I clench in pleasure.
“You’d love to fuck her, wouldn’t you?”
“Oh, yes.”
“And I’d love to fuck you, baby. And I will.”
He pushes my shirt up with his free hand. I am naked underneath, open to the cool air, which feels lovely on my skin, the breeze caressing me like another lover.
I watch as Charles pulls off his pants, moving in close behind Audrey. I can see the shape of his hard cock behind her. Then he presses against her body, and I hear her laughter again as he smacks her ass.
Jack pinches mine and I jump. But he shoves his fingers deep into my pussy at the same time, and all I can do is gasp and arch into him.
“Good, baby?”
“Yes, it’s good. Do it again.”
A low chuckle from him, then he pinches my clit and my ass at the same time, his fingers really twisting the flesh on my ass, and pleasure and pain flow through me in equal measures. And Charles smacks Audrey again, then again, the sound growing louder. She’s groaning now, backing into him. And it is so damn hot: Jack’s hands on me, watching Audrey with Charles, the pain and pleasure, which I have never before experimented with. But with Jack, anything would be good.
“I need to fuck you, Bettina.”
I am breathless, wanting, my legs shaky. “Yes, I need you to. Do it, Jack.”
“Move in closer to the tree, hold yourself up. Yes, that’s it.”
The bark is a bit rough beneath my palms, the rich scent of the cypress filling my head. My shirt—Jack’s shirt—is hiked up over my hips, and I am naked and outdoors and vulnerable. And I love it.
I hear Jack unzip his pants as he moves in behind me, then his hand is on my lower back, pressing me down a bit.
“Spread for me, girl, yeah, and bend over.”
I do as he asks, hanging onto the tree for support, my gaze still on Audrey and Charles. He is grabbing her around the waist, and I can see his erect cock moving closer, then her cries as he slides into her. And at that moment, Jack uses his hand to spread the lips of my sex wide, and plunges in.
“Jack!”
“Shh, they’ll hear us.”
He clamps a hand over my mouth, and for some reason that just makes me melt. My body goes soft all over, filled with pleasure, with his hard cock inside me. His hand slips from my mouth.
“Fuck me, Jack,” I whisper between his fingers. “Come on.”
And last but not least, I can’t forget about my lovely vampires from my Midnight Playground series. Here’s a nice little bit of my hot, blood-drinking immortals from BLOODSONG, Book Two in the series:
Aleron looped an arm around Ever’s shoulder. And as she watched, he pulled the older vampire in for a kiss.
Their lips met, briefly, a small kiss, then another. Ever pulled back a few inches, and his tongue, wet and pink, came out to touch Aleron’s lower lip.
She could hardly stand it. They were too beautiful, too utterly sensual. She had never seen anything like it.
Her pussy was drenched, her breasts aching, as she watched them. Their mouths were crushed together now, the kiss becoming more urgent, more primal. She pulled against her restraints, needing to feel that she was held firmly in place, that there was something to control this wild, aching need.
They began to undress each other, their clothes coming off in seconds. They stood together, two tall, pale bodies of dizzying, unearthly beauty she could barely comprehend. Long, lean muscles, their skin like the whitest satin, gleaming in the soft light. Their two cocks, both long, hard as silk over steel, the plump and succulent heads pink. Almost touching.
They kissed once more, briefly, smiled to each other before turning their attention to her.
Every nerve in her body came alive with their gazes on her—one pair like a clear blue sky she had only ever imagined, the other bottomless black fire. Her body surged.
They came closer.
Four hands on her then, stroking everywhere: her belly, arms, thighs. Unbelievable sensation. She was immediately overwhelmed, her body flooded, her own moans soft in her ears. Then her gasp as Aleron gave her nipples a hard pinch.
“You’re ready for us,” he said.
“I am always ready for you,” she managed to get out. “For whatever you want of me.”
Anything for you…for you both.
Ever’s laughter, soft and smoky. “Oh, you are something, aren’t you? Beautiful girl. And your absolute submission is every bit as gorgeous as your golden body, your exotic face.”
They both stepped away for several moments, leaving her bereft, confused. She was deep in subspace. There was no other option, with these two powerful beings touching her, commanding her. Then she felt the heat behind her.
Aleron.
And the cooler presence of Ever.
One moment of exquisite anticipation, then the sharp crack of the whip against her back.
“Oh!”
Her body melted, pain and pleasure fusing like water. She recognized instantly the difference in the touch of the whip, and knew it was Ever.
The whip came down again, and again. She surged into its kiss, wanting the pain, wanting to please them both. Wanting the pleasure of it all.
It was a hard whipping, her skin going raw quickly. She was panting, her body working to convert the pain to pleasure, her mind flooded with endorphins. Soon, it became too much. Too much desire, sharp in her veins. Too much pain pelting her skin, over and over. Tears pooled in her eyes, flowed down her cheeks.
“Enough,” Aleron said, his tone commanding.
It stopped.
She sighed, pulled in a gasping breath. Aleron came around until he was in front of her.
“You did well, Meeraj.”
He kissed her cheek, her forehead, and her chest ached, needing him. Wanting to please him. Needing him.
He pulled back, gazed into her eyes. Some strange intensity in his gaze, but she couldn’t make it out. Her head was spinning, her body consumed with desire. Her heart ached for him. He moved in closer, laid his lips on hers. And his hand went between her spread legs, his fingers teasing at her slit. She opened for him, his hot tongue sliding between her lips, his strong fingers sinking deep into her pussy. She moaned into his mouth, her body burning. She melted into him.
Aleron…
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You can buy BLOODSONG now: Samhain Publishing ~ Amazon ~ B&N ~ Sony ~ Powell’s ~ Deisel e-books
* * * ***TODAY’S CONTEST!!!***
Today I’m giving away a signed copy of my erotic BDSM romance novel, PLEASURE’S EDGE, along with the vibrating cock ring from Screaming O-and let me tell you from personal experience, this handy dandy little device will make you and your partner *hummmmm* with pleasure! Experience a Screaming O for yourself-with perhaps a hot sex scene from my book to get things started.
Just comment here to be entered to win! All prize winners be announced right here on the Smutketeers blog on December 19th. And we have lots more fabulous guests still to come (so to speak…*G* ), so be sure to check back every day as we continue our 12 Dirty Days of X-mas with tons of prizes, sizzling excerpts and more of our smutty li’l holiday song to celebrate the holiday season and the addition of the lovely, talented and delicious Karen Erickson to our smutty crew!
Today the Smutketeers are having multiple releases! That sounds soooo dirty…and it is! Four smutty books for our reader’s pleasure. We almost wish they were textured…(for her pleasure…get it? *G*). But reading smut is the next best thing and boy, do we have plenty for you! Crystal Jordan and Eden Bradley/Eve Berlin are double-teaming this week-double your pleasure, double your fun, with four hot releases from two authors (or three if you include Eden/Eve’s split personality).
Releasing today we have:
Crystal Jordan’s PRIMAL HEAT from Kensington Aphrodisia-a two-in-one that’s double the fun because we just don’t wanna stop! A dark and dirty shape-shifter story with alpha heroes who will stop at nothing to claim their human mates! Talk about tigers and tigers and tigers, oh my!
Here’s a peek at PRIMAL HEAT:
With the ability to shapeshift into white tigers, the Kith have arrived on Earth in search of their “One”–the soul mates who are destined to satisfy their scorching lust…
Wicked Lord
U.S. Sergeant Major Bren Preston has no control over keeping half-human, half-tiger Kith Ambassador Lord Farid Arjun from entering her dreams at night–and surrendering to the feral hunger he sets off in her. Though powerless in dreams, she’s determined never to succumb to her desires in person. But seeing Farid transform into his magnificent feline form elicits a wild passion that won’t be denied…
Carnal Empress
Jana Townsend doesn’t know what’s more incredible: Falling in love with a shapeshifter or discovering that Kith Emperor Kyber traveled the universe to find her. Now together, their union is a perfect joining of sould and bodies as Jana discovers a ravenous desire that begs to be sated again and again…
Also today we have Eden Bradley’s THE LOVERS, her first full-length novel from Harlequin Spice! This is a hot, steamy ménage story with a different twist-the ménage is between her heroine Bettina, the dark and sexy Jack, and the enchanting Audrey. Being with another woman is a top female fantasy, but few erotic romance authors are writing it, so be sure to read this one to find out why THE LOVERS is breaking ground in this sub-genre!
Let’s take a look at Bettina’s diary entry-and the book blurb:
Have you ever dreamed of having a single experience which would change you forever? I think I’d dreamed about exactly that sort of thing most of my life. In recent years I thought it was going to be about writing a New York Times best-seller. But a long time ago, before I lived through my teenage years and came out damaged on the other side, I thought it would be falling in love with a man and living happily ever after, like every other girl.
Who knew the one to change me would be a woman? But the story doesn’t end there. No, that in itself is a whole new beginning. Because right after I met Audrey, I met Jack.
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It seemed ideal —two months at a charming writers’ retreat, surrounded by kindred souls. But Bettina Boothe wasn’t prepared for just how long eight weeks truly was. Or that in the process, she would have to open up and reveal the most secret places in her body and soul.
Fortunately, her fellow authors do not share Bettina’s self-consciousness and begin to draw her out of her self-imposed shell. One in particular—Audrey LeClaire—seems to ooze confidence and self-assuredness. Dark and petite, Audrey’s potent sensuality draws the men and women in the workshop to her like flies to honey. Bettina is just as vulnerable, finding herself overwhelmed by a very unexpected attraction to Audrey who makes Bettina her special project.
But when Jack Curran arrives at the retreat, everything changes. Jack is tall, beautiful, masculine. A writer of dark thrillers, he is as mysterious and alluring as his books. He and Audrey are obviously an item, but they eagerly welcome Bettina into their bed. Suddenly Bettina finds herself swept up in a maelstrom of lust, obsession and jealousy, torn between her need for two very different people in a love triangle where she will either be cherished…or consumed.
The books just keep coming, with the Smutketeer’s November 2nd releases!
Eden’s evil twin Eve Berlin (although she’ll tell you Eden is the wicked one) has her debut novel out from Berkley Heat with PLEASURE’S EDGE!
How do you know…
For beautiful erotica author Dylan Ivory, being in control is everything. Growing up in a dysfunctional home, she raised her younger brother–right up to the day he died in a motorcycle accident. Since then, she has lived a life of perfect order, leaving nothing to chance. Then she met the man who was everything she was not…and everything she wanted.
How far you can go…
Alec Walker is a writer of dark psychological thrillers–and a man who lives for thrills. From motorcycles to snowboards to swimming with sharks, there’s no end to his lust for excitement. His tastes extend into the bedroom as well, and into The Pleasure Dome, the local BDSM club where he lets no rules bind his desires. The only thing he truly fears is love, and allowing someone else to really know him…
Unless you go over the edge?
While researching a book on sexual extremes, Dylan interviews Alec–and longs to taste the temptation he offers. But he’s a self-proclaimed dominant and she refuses to surrender control. Slowly and seductively, though, Alec shows her that by letting go and submitting to his every desire she can experience the ultimate pleasure. But to keep the woman who for the first time brings him to his knees , can Alec take the ultimate risk and surrender his heart?
And as if that’s not book overload, Crystal’s STOLEN PASSIONS is out from Samhain Publishing! No one writes hot, primal shifter sex like she does, and this kicks off her Forbidden Passion series, written with Loribelle Hunt. This time it’s sultry, sensual leopards against a sexy female wolf-they start out as enemies, but what’s that saying? Keep your enemies closer…and in this case that means sleeping with the enemy! When a wolf and a leopard come together, it’ll unleash the beast, bringing out the animals within…Let’s take a look…
Enemy mine…
Lyra Marcus tries to avoid her werewolf family’s political entanglements. Instead, she heals the wounds of the never-ending border skirmishes between lycans and wereleopards. It’s a bitter irony that she’s about to die in that war.
When she awakens after an attack, the horror of her situation dawns. She’s a wounded werewolf in the middle of wereleopard territory. And standing over her is a son of its most powerful family, Zander Leonidas. Her fate may be a swift and bloody end, but she intends to go down fighting.
Zander has no plan to fight the little she-wolf who’s landed at his Refuge Resort, a place where shifter species are free to be what they are—except wolves, of course. Yet Lyra fits him in a way she shouldn’t, and the urge to mark her as his mate is irresistible. A match like theirs, though, would rock the foundations of their world.
He intends to find out who left Lyra for dead on Leonidas land. And keep her safe from whoever wants to finish the job—not to mention the werewolf alpha who wants his niece back at any cost…
Warning: Two sexy shifters on the opposite sides of a war doing naughty, forbidden things to each other. Forward, backward, in bed, out of bed, you get the idea. All while trying to escape an assassin. Then it really gets exciting…
It’s all about multiples this week, so that means multiple contests with multiple winners-because who doesn’t love multiples?
To enter, go to our websites: www.CrystalJordan.com, www.EdenBradley.com and www.EveBerlin.com and scroll through our book covers on our Books pages. Come back here and tell us which are your top two favorites and why. Specify which prize you are entering for (the contest numbers and prizes listed below). You can enter once for each prize, but you must give us different book covers for each entry.
**NOTE: print book prizes can only be shipped within the continental US due to prohibitive mailing costs-sorry!
We’ll choose one winner for each prize, and announce the winners here on Saturday, November 6th, so be sure to check back to see if you’ve won!
CONTEST #1: Exotic Courtesan contest: Eden/Eve will give away a signed copy of her contemporary erotic novels, A 21ST CENTURY COURTESAN and EXOTICA: SEVEN DAYS OF KAMA SUTRA, NINE DAYS OF ARABIAN NIGHTS.
CONTEST #2: Untamed Prowl contest: Crystal will give away will give away a signed copies of her erotic shape shifter novels, ON THE PROWL and UNTAMED.
CONTEST #3: Breeding Kisses contest: Ede/Even will give away copies of her e-books, THE SEEKING KISS, Book One in her Midnight Playground Series, and THE BREEDER, Book Three in the Smutketeer’s Wasteland continuity series.
CONTEST #4: Wandering Men contest: Crystal will give away copies of her e-books, IT’S RAINING MEN and THE WANDERER, Book One in the Smutketeer’s Wasteland continuity series.
Be sure to enter today! And all of our books are on sale now-check our websites for more details!
Since this is my release week for BLOODSONG, Book Two in my Midnight Playground series, and since I’m SO excited about it, I made a smutty li’l video last night of myself reading from this book! WARNING:Before you click on the link, please be aware that this video contains VERY graphic language and a dirty scene containing a hot, thoroughly dominant vampire, a man in chains, naked flesh, drinking blood, a flogging, nipples, some moaning and groaning, and a beautiful woman watching it all happen, so some voyeurism and exhibitionism. In other words, this video is NOT work or child appropriate! I hope you all enjoy it. :)
Don’t forget to visit yesterday’s post to enter my BLOODSONG release day contests! (and yes, there are two-you can’t have enough prizes!).
You can buy BLOODSONG now at MBaM, Amazon, and other online retailers!
♦ Appearance! Monday, September 27th, 2010: Eden will be participating on an erotica panel, EROTICA WRITING: Relax-It’s Only Sex! for the Independent Writers of Southern California, along with authors Jacques Rifkind, author of the erotic novel LOFTING (writing as AlmaMarceau), Leigh Court, and sex therapist Linda DeVillers, Ph.D.
The event begins at 7:30 PM at the Veteran’s Memorial Building in Culver City, CA. Space will be limited, so make your reservation now! More information on the IWOSC website.
♦ Online Appearance! Eden will be blogging at Bitten By Books to celebrate the release of her September 28th release, BLOODSONG, Book Two in her Midnight Playground series! There will be a special giveaway, and she’ll be chatting with readers all day long, so be sure to come by!
Today we have the fabulous and talented Zoë Archer visiting with the Smutketeers!
Her BLADES OF THE ROSE series is an awesome, sexy adventure series, four books being released back-to-back. This month was the release of WARRIOR, on September 7th (my birthday!) the first in the series, with SCOUNDREL, book two, coming up on October 5th, REBEL, out November 2nd, and STRANGER, the final book in the series, out December 7th.
Let’s hear some of Zoë’s thoughts about characters, making adventure stories sexy, and her exciting new series!
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There’s a sickness in the world of writers. One of the reasons why many become writers is due to chronic cases of Icandoitbetteritis. This malady’s symptoms include reading a book and/or seeing a film and thinking, I can do it better. A story is moving along briskly, the characters are behaving appropriately, you’re feeling pretty good about where the narrative and protagonists are heading and then…it fizzles. Potential is wasted. What could have been an awesome story turned out to be…meh, and you can’t help but rewrite the story in your head, the way it should have been. Say, if a character had been a little more tough, or smarter.
Another symptom of this sad condition is the inflammation of the Showmesexytimes gland (named for Drs. Emil Showme and his colleague Dr. Lisbeth Sexytimes of the University of Hawtness in Geneva). Usually, this manifests itself when the hero and heroine of a book or film kiss, followed by a discrete pan to the fireplace, or the bedroom door closing, or some elliptical language such as “They woke up hours later.” No! They didn’t wake up hours later! They did stuff between the kiss and the waking up! What was it? What did they do?
The cure can be found by performing a rigorous treatment of writing.
In my case, I’ve always loved reading quest stories, and some of my favorite films have been action-packed adventures, full of far-away locations, danger, and roguish, sexy heroes cracking wise whilst simultaneously kicking villains’ asses. With a few notable exceptions, the heroines in these adventure tales are often fish-out-of-water types who spend an inordinate amount of time shrieking or getting themselves into trouble. Couldn’t it be possible to have a heroine just as capable, just as smart as the hero? And couldn’t this roguish, sexy hero and capable, smart heroine have themselves some hot, hot lovin’?
Not only do I have a case of Icandobetteritis, I’m also afflicted with an enlarged Showmesexytimes gland, which means that, when it came time to write my BLADES OF THE ROSE series, I could answer both questions in the affirmative. Intelligent, skilled heroines? Yes! On-camera lovin’? Yes! Finally, I could have a tale of high adventure the way I’ve always wanted.
CONTEST! What about you? If you could rewrite one of your favorite books or films, what would it be? How would you change it? And, even more important, if you could finally see a hero and heroine behind closed doors, who would it be? I will pick one commenter to win a signed copy of WARRIOR, plus a signed copy of HALF PAST DEAD, featuring the Blades of the Rose prequel, “The Undying Heart!”
*** Eden again…Be sure to check back here on Thursday, September 23rd for Zoë’s winner!
I’m so excited to announce that my latest Samhain book, SUMMER SOLSTICE, has been released and is available now at MBaM, Amazon and other online outlets! SUMMER SOLSTICE
Book Three in the Celestial Seductions Series
This summer is going to be twice as hot…
The view from Leigh’s front porch was never this nice. In fact, her hunky new neighbor is sparking all kinds of naughty ideas about how to beat the heat. Much to her delight, the feeling is mutual—as long as they keep things light. Her divorce left her a little lonely, but far from needy.
Jared doesn’t plan to spend much time in his new place before jetting off on his next photojournalism assignment. Leigh’s classic, California blonde looks are any man’s fantasy. A little flirting, a little playful, neighborly car washing, and it isn’t long until their summer fling is in full swing.
Neither can imagine the sex being any hotter—until Jared’s sometime roommate and lover, Matteo, comes to town. In the arms of two men, Leigh brings her ultimate fantasy into scorching reality.
Jared revels in the chance to command his two lovers’ every move, but when he gets the call for his next overseas gig, he’s not so sure he’s ready for the fireworks to end. And even as Leigh gives her two lovers the most precious gift—their freedom—she wonders how she’ll find the strength to say goodbye.
Warning: Hot M/M/F ménage, sex in public places (sort of—read it and you’ll see!), every possible orifice filled (some simultaneously), a big, sexy, bossy alpha, an equally hot beta and a little spanking for good measure. Because let’s face it, who doesn’t need a little spanking now and then?
*** EXCERPT-Warning-X-rated!
“Jared…”
“What is it, darlin’?”
“Undress me, please.”
A small chuckle from him, then he pulled her dress over her head in one smooth motion. Matteo reached out and caressed one taut nipple with his fingertip.
“Beautiful breasts, Leigh. Damn perfect, really. I could write a song about them.”
She laughed, feeling freer than she ever had in her life, somehow. Powerful, desired by these two men.
“It’s true,” Matteo insisted, leaning forward and laying a soft kiss where his fingertip had been.
“Oh…”
Pleasure surged through her, her breasts aching, her lacy panties soaked. She was vaguely aware of Jared undressing behind her, but Matteo’s touch, his mouth, were making her crazy. His fingers were still stroking the undersides of her breasts as he feathered his lips over her nipple.
“Come on, Matteo,” she told him. Pleaded with him.
“I like that you’re eager,” he murmured.
“We’re just getting started,” Jared said, pulling her back, until she was reclining on his naked body.
He was a solid wall of flesh behind her—solid chest, tight abs, hard cock. His hand slid down between her thighs, his fingers teasing at the edge of her panties.
“Shall we take these off, Matteo?”
A sharp squeeze in her sex at the idea of being completely naked with them.
“Oh, yeah. Let me…”
Matteo sat up and ran both hands down over her sides, her thighs, and she parted them, wanting his touch, and Jared’s.
“You are eager,” Matteo said, smiling, his mouth soft and loose. He slid his fingers beneath the waistband and pulled down, slowly, slowly, his smile widening as her damp sex was revealed. “Ah, beautiful. You’re so wet already.” He pushed the scrap of lace down her legs. “I need to taste her, Jared.”
“Yes. Do it.”
Jared’s hands came around her, held her thighs, moving them wide apart. Then his hands slid in, until he reached her swollen pussy lips, and he held them open with his fingers. She was shaking, desire coursing through her like flame, scorching her.
“I love to feel your thighs shaking,” Jared whispered into her hair. “I love to see your nipples go dark and hard. I love to see you wanting. I’m going to love it even more when Matteo dives in and licks your sweet cunt. When he sucks on your hard little clit. When he makes you come in my arms.”
“Oh…”
She was too dizzy to speak. She could only watch with heavy-lidded eyes as Matteo did exactly as Jared had said he would. He leaned in, and his dark hair was like strands of silk on her thighs as he licked her, his tongue wet and impossibly hot. All the way up her slit, then down again. Gently, so softly it was driving her mad immediately. That, and the safety of Jared’s strong arms around her, his fingers hurting her a little as he held her open for Matteo’s searching mouth.
She could not believe this was happening. She could not believe how good this felt.
“I’m going to come.”
“Not yet,” Jared commanded. “Take a deep breath. For me. For us.”
She inhaled, held the air in her lungs. But Matteo never stopped, his tongue assaulting her, pushing into her now.
“Yes, that’s it, Matteo. Fuck her with your tongue.”
That hot tongue pushed deeper, slid out, then in again, the rhythm pure, wet pleasure.
“That’s so good, Matteo,” she murmured.
Her hips arched into his mouth, and Matteo’s hand moved around her waist, slipped behind her. Jared moaned as he shifted to let Matteo take his hard cock in his hand.
Jesus, she was really going to come.
“Jared…”
“Hold it back, my girl. I want him to stroke me. I want him to take us both to the edge.”
“Oh, God…”
*** CONTEST!!!!
I can’t have a book release without a contest to celebrate, so here it is:
Post about SUMMER SOLSTICE on your Facebook, Twitter, blog, or website, and be eligible to win one of two prizes! Just come back here and post, letting me know where you’ve talked about SUMMER SOLSTICE. But I also want to know what your reading preferences are: do you prefer twosomes, threesomes, moresomes? Do you think a twosome is more romantic, or do you believe you can still have a strong romance with multiple partners ending in a poly relationship? And do you care if the sex scenes are hot enough? Does it depend on the story?
Here are the prizes: Prize #1: copies of the first two books in my Celestial Seductions series, WINTER SOLSTICE and SPRING EQUINOX. Prize #2: A copy of my erotic menage story, TEMPT ME TWICE, along with my latest Harlequin Spice Briefs erotic train story, NIGHT MOVES!
I’ll announce the winners here on Tuesday, August 17th, after I return from visiting the divine R.G Alexander. :)
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I hope you’ll all SUMMER SOLSTICE! And visit me today on author Kelly L. Stone’s blog-I’ll be running another contest over there. I’ll also be on the Samhain Cafe Yahoo loop where I’ll be chatting with readers, as well as on the Novel Works Facebook page all day. I hope you’ll come by and visit!
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