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My latest e-book, SPRING EQUINOX, Book Two in my Celestial Seductions Series, is out tonight from Samhain! The official sale date is March 5th, but they’ve made it available as a special midnight sale tonight-be the first to download!

Once upon a time, two young lovers vowed to reunite…

Celestial Seductions, Book 2

After a bitter divorce, Isabel Asher returns to Isla de Margarita to find the only man she’s ever truly loved. Twelve years ago, on her eighteenth birthday, they made a pact to meet…if they both were free. Now she waits, wondering if Rafael Cruz will be her every fantasy come to life…or just a foolish dream.

Rafael never forgot their summer of love all those years ago. Since then, no other woman has measured up to the memory of Isabel in his arms. Their chemistry is still stunning, the sex is sizzling. The power of their memories is overwhelming. Yet it’s too soon to tell if she wants to be with him as much as he wants her.

As her time on the island grows short, their sensual play heats up, and includes a night with Rafael’s best friend. But they must decide if their passionate reunion is simply a celebration of the past…or a new beginning for lasting love.

Warning: Hot sex on the beach, hot sex in bed, two gorgeous Latin lovers, a little anal action, a little vibrator action, and a lot of orgasms!

Here’s a sneak peek-nothing too dirty…just a little tease…

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Silently, he moved away from her. Taking her hand, he led her across the courtyard, through a narrow, tiled walkway, to a private bungalow at one end of the hotel. Her pulse raced, her heart hammered a sensual cadence in her chest, in her sex, as she realized what was about to happen. He would finally be naked with her, touching her, just as he had done in twelve long years of fantasies.

She knew already it would be a hundred times better now, as adults, than that one lovely, sweet experience had been. It would be better than anything she had ever imagined.

He opened the heavy wood door and pulled her into the cool interior of his home. One small lamp cast a golden light over the tiled floors, the heavy beamed ceiling, the potted palms set here and there. Through a wall of windows overlooking the beach she could hear the muted roar of moon-tipped surf. But she wanted to concentrate only on him. She would explore this lovely place later.

He stood with her a moment in the entry hall, watching her, a small smile on his lush mouth. His gaze was dark on hers.

“You’re more beautiful than ever, Isabella.”

His words warmed her, but she didn’t want to talk anymore. As though he could read her thoughts, he moved in and kissed her again, his hands going to her cheeks, then sliding down to caress her shoulders, her arms. His touch was pure heat, lighting up her skin. Electric, as though every nerve was acutely attuned to his touch.

When he pushed his tongue into her mouth, just slipping it between her silken lips, opening her up, she went warm and loose all over. The warmth quickly turned to volcanic heat when his hands moved in to cover her breasts, the weight of them filling his palms. She groaned into his mouth, pushed her body closer, her hardening nipples pressing into his hands.

God, she needed to be naked with him, needed to feel his touch on her bare flesh.

“Rafael, please…I can hardly stand it.”

“I’ll give you whatever you need, Isabella. I’ll give you everything. But it’s been so long, and I want to get to know your body again.”

That name. Isabella. No one else had ever called her that, only him. His voice, and that lovely rolling accent…hearing that name on his lips sent a long, lovely shiver through her: her breasts, her sex. Her heart.

Don’t expect too much. Just be in the moment.

The moment was too lovely to ignore. He moved his hands away from her aching breasts and smoothed them over her waist, her hips, tracing the outline of her body.

“Yes, it’s still you, but more lovely curves.” He sounded almost reverent as he whispered against her mouth. “More a woman.”

His hands slid downward, his fingers moving beneath the hem of her cotton dress and roving up her thighs. The moment his hands touched her naked skin her sex went wet, drenched in heated desire.

Touch me.

“Your skin is like silk, just as it used to be.” His voice was a husky whisper, turning her on every bit as much as his hands on her body.

Then he was kissing his way down her neck, in the valley between her breasts, over her stomach through the cotton of her dress, until he was on his knees before her, his cheek against her belly. Her hands went into his hair, and it was soft beneath her fingers. She was shivering, the anticipation sharp, lovely.
His hands were on her thighs, gently kneading the skin. Then he raised the hem of her dress higher, revealing the white lace panties she wore. She wanted to keen her need to him, to beg him. But she remained silent, the waiting an exquisite kind of agony.

“There’s so much heat coming off you, querida, it drives me crazy. The scent of your desire…mi Dios…do you know what you do to me?”

All she could do was groan as he bent his head and kissed her bare stomach, just above the white lace that was so unbearably in the way.

He kept kissing her, his mouth leaving a trail of molten heat across her belly. Her hips moved forward of their own accord, pressing into the velvet warmth of his lips. Her body was on fire, the need a scorching heat that centered in her sex and spread outward, breathtaking in its intensity.

“Yes,” he said quietly between achingly soft kisses, “I think you need me, as I’ve needed you, for too long.”

His voice, his mouth on her flesh, was driving her crazy. She wanted her clothes off. She wanted that soft mouth on her breasts, on her sex, swollen and burning with need. Why wouldn’t he undress her?

When he looped a finger around the edge of her panties and pulled them in a slow, sensual sweep down over her thighs, her calves, taking his time, her legs began to shake.

On his knees, he pushed her until she felt the wall behind her, warm from the heat of the day, steadying her. Then he pushed her dress up, the fabric bunching around her waist. He was so close to her she could feel his breath on the curls between her thighs, and her pussy clenched in anticipation. She closed her eyes, let her head fall back against the wall and waited.

He didn’t move, yet she could sense the change in his breathing as he knelt before her, his face inches from her sex.

“Isabella. Move your legs apart for me. I need to see you. All of you.”

God, that voice again. She did as he asked instantly. And she felt, for the first time, the power in his command. That some part of her was giving herself over to him on every level. That she would do—willingly—whatever he asked of her.

“Ah, yes.” He brushed his fingertips over her curls, so that she could almost feel his touch, but not quite. Torture. She’d never been so wet in her life. “So beautiful. I want to taste you, querida, and I will. But later.”

“Rafael, you can’t do this to me…”

Oh God, was he really going to make her wait?

“Patience, mi cariño. I’ve waited too long to rush this.”

“You’re teasing me.”

“Perhaps I am.” He smiled up at her, that lovely smile that felt so familiar to her.

Yes, they’d waited too long. But maybe it had been necessary, to bring them together again with a little life experience under their belts. But she was too dizzy with need to think about it. Now, all she needed was him.

“Touch me, Rafael, before I lose my mind.”

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To celebrate my release day, I’m having a little contest. Post here today and tell me where you pimped the release of SPRING EQUINOX-it can be your blog, Facebook, Twitter, anywhere-and you’ll be eligible to win a copy of any book in my Samhain backlist! Choose from: WINTER SOLSTICE, Celestial Seductions Series, THE SEEKING KISS, Book One in my Midnight Playground Series, or TEMPT ME TWICE, my hot contemporary menage.
I’ll choose a winner on Sunday night, and announce the winner here on Monday, so be sure to enter, and to check back to see if you’ve won!

Meanwhile, you can buy SPRING EQUINOX on the My Bookstore and More site now!

Lots more fun stuff coming up at Smutketeers soon, including info on the launch of our Wasteland Series-great prizes, our appearance at the Romantic Times Convention, including a very special contest for one lucky person at the convention, and more! And stay tuned for some very big news-the unveiling of a fifth Smutketeer later this year!
All for Smut, and Smut for All!

Hey there folks-you’ve probably been wondering where the heck we all are and what we’re up to…Since we’re the Smutketeers it’s usually safe to assume we’re up to no good, but, sad to say, we’ve been staying out of trouble because we’ve been working so hard. That could be boring, except, again, it’s us, and we’ve been busy writing more smut for all of you! And let’s face it, if we must work, writing smut is an awfully nice way to go…
We’ve all just finished our novellas for our upcoming Wasteland continuity series. This last week we’ve been completing our stories, polishing them up, and sending them off to our editor-very exciting! We’ve been working on this idea for almost a year, I think, so making it happen is pretty damn thrilling! I think our readers are really going to love the post-apocalyptic world we’ve created-and our hot heroes! Here’s our blurb, for those who haven’t seen it before:

THE WASTELAND SERIES
Coming from Samhain Publishing in May 2010!

In 2012, the world came to a grinding halt as radiation hit from a massive solar storm. Crops died, animals perished, cities fell, and humans became little more than beasts themselves. Under the threat of starvation, civility was reduced to mere memory. Only the strongest men survived, and physically weaker women and children wasted to nothingness.

There is only one rule in the Wasteland: survive.

Crystal Jordan~~ Book One: The Wanderer
Lilli Feisty~~Book Two: The Whore
Eden Bradley~~Book Three: The Breeder
R.G. Alexander~~Book Four: The Priestess

Somehow, we’ve all ended up writing stories with multiple partners…great-and dirty-minds think alike-lol!
Meanwhile, we’re waiting with baited and panting breath to get our cover art for the Wasteland series-look for our covers to be revealed here first!-and busy writing more for Samhain and our other publishers. I’m working on my next Spice novel, R.G. is putting her next novel together for Berkley Heat, Crystal is always working on a hot new story for Kensington Aphrodisia, and Feisty is working on her next erotic romance for Grand Central Publishing.
Speaking of Feisty, her latest novel, DARE TO SURRENDER, was just released and is in bookstores and available for order on Amazon and other online outlets now! Awesome, hot, romantic story-a must have!

I love this cover! It’s suggestive without being obvious, in your face nudity-I think it’s classy yet seductive. I prefer this sort of cover to one that reveals too much-I love the subtlety of it, yet the message comes through loud and clear. One of my favorite covers is for my BDSM book The Darker Side of Pleasure. If you don’t look at it carefully, it’s easy to miss what’s going on, and I love that. What about you? Do you like classic clinch covers, a naked male torso…? What kind of cover really draws you in?
CONTEST! Let me know what sort of book covers you love, and you’ll be entered to win a copy of one of my e-books, WINTER SOLSTICE, Book One in my Celestial Seductions series! The second book in this series, SPRING EQUINOX, will be out March 5th. The winner will be announced on Thursday, so a quick little contest, just for fun. Hurry to enter-and be sure to check back to see if you’ve won!
And stay tuned for author interviews and giveaways coming up soon-we have some awesome stuff in store!

Truss up your turkey-or whoever you have handy. We have a wonderful holiday season planned for all our friends here at Smutketeers. More Interviews and guest blogs with deliciously sinful writers, editors and agents-more giveaways than you can shake your…um…stick at-and even a little caroling…Smutketeer style of course. ;)

We’ll be giving away goodies to our faithful posters, but for now-we’d just like to tell you what we’re thankful for.

Lilli:  I’m thankful women today have the option and freedom to express their sexuality. And I’m incredibly thankful to have found a bunch of smut writers who not only keep the perversion alive, but going steady. I’m thankful to Eden for… wait, I can’t say that publicly. I’m thankful for Crystal for…um. I can’t publish that!  And R.G.? Well, you’ll just have to read her books to find out why I’m thankful for some very creative ideas involving multiple partners. With interesting abilities. Needless to say, I’m thankful three of my best friends are as open-minded, amazing and, most of all, as perverted as I am. Now I’m off to do interesting things with a whisk, that may or may not involve gravy.

Crystal: I am thankful for pervertibles, and to Eden for introducing me to them, and not in dirty way. Really. I am thankful for being able to write smut, and for the people that buy it and read it. I’m thankful for the Smutketeers, because they are my sisters in filth, without whom I would feel much more perverted than I do. Though perhaps I should feel more perverted than I do, because our standards are a little smuttier than other peoples. The moral? Choose your friends wisely. Keep people around who make you look sane. And Happy Thanksgiving to all!

Eden: I’m thankful for my fellow Smutketeers, who are always here for me, whether it’s something as serious as running out of batteries, or as trivial as um…well, nothing is trivial to a writer-we’re a sensitive lot. I’m thankful to every editor who has ever wanted to contract one of my books, and to all those who read them. I’m thankful that I make *someone* look sane, finally! I’m thankful for all of my many sisters-in-smut. All for Smut and Smut for All! And I would be remiss if I didn’t thank the makers of the Brookstone Theraspa Turbo Handheld massager, whose byline is: “This is one massage experience that you will never forget!” It’s true. ‘Nuff said.
Happy Thanksgiving!

RG: I am thankful for my husband, the dirtiest chef I know, who feeds me and helps me with all my research (he especially likes the spanking research-he’s very thorough). I’m thankful for every note and email from my readers, it makes everything worthwhile. Above all, I’m thankful that this journey has brought to me such amazing friendships. The best of my lifetime. The Smutketeers and other likeminded readers and writers and fascinating characters that inspire me. And Feisty? I feel left out. I need to do something dirty enough that it can’t be talked about in public. I’ll think about it over the holidays.  Happy Thanksgiving to everyone!

Now tell us all what you’re thankful for, and on Monday we will pick one lucky poster who will win some goodies that Eden got her hands on from Hustler Hollywood!

~Pink Hustler Coffee Mug

~ Hustler Condoms

~Pocket Kama Sutra Book

~Position Of The Day Book from Nerve.com

And more!

Happy Thanksgiving!

…because multiples are always better!
Today is the day! (Well, almost). R.G. Alexander’s MIDNIGHT FALLS and Eden Bradley’s THE SEEKING KISS are out TUESDAY  from Samhain Publishing! Today we’ll post virgin sneak peeks of our latest sensual blood-sucking stories, unveil our fabulous Grand Prize and more!

Two hot, sexy vampire stories from The Smutketeers! We promise smut! We promise blood-sucking! We promise dirty sex! We are The Smutkeeters, after all-All for Smut and Smut for All!
First, let’s take a look at our gorgeous Grand Prize:

This dark and delicious neo-Victorian rose cameo pendant hangs from an 18” silver chain dotted with blood-red Swarovski pearls-lovely! Guaranteed to draw attention to your edible neckline.

You have until Tuesday at midnight PST to respond to each of the Sucking Sexy blog posts, which began October 2nd. The winner will be chosen from our most prolific posters during our Sucking Sexy weeks, and will be announced on Wednesday, October 21st, so check back that day to see if you’ve won!
And now for a look at R.G. Alexander’s MIDNIGHT FALLS…

His life was stolen to keep their secrets…

Book Four of Children of the Goddess

It has taken years for Liz to lay the past to rest. Now she has been called to find the missing Jasyn Dydarren, the only man who can save her friend Nicolette from the Shadow’s mark. Tracking him means chasing down a secret the Shadow Wolves want buried forever—and another man they want dead. A man with an eerily familiar face, whom she craves with an intensity she can’t explain.

Hannah, an Unborn, never considered herself anything special, but she and Jasyn have something that is. Now her Were has been snatched away. She’s not a fighter, but she’s willing to do whatever it takes to find her heart’s desire and force him to see her as an equal at last. Or die trying.

With alliances on the line and lives in danger, these two very different women must save their men, and come together to discover the truth…and destroy the Shadow once and for all.

Warning: This book contains explicit sex. Sex on the stairs, sex in a tree, sex with two, (and sex with three). Vampires mating. Werewolves mating. And a lot of gratuitous ass kicking.

EXCERPT:

“Help me! Oh, God, somebody please help me!”

He covered his ears at the grating, alien intrusion. Wild boars mating held nothing on that sound. Have to find it. Have to stop it. He stepped off the high limb of the tree where he’d taken his rest for the night, falling straight down to land, crouched, at its base.

“Help!”

He ran toward the noise, the mountainside forest a blur as he raced to the source of the unwanted intrusion. His nostrils flared. Woman. Human. She was doused with a repellent, an oily citrus that made him want to gag. Another odor, this one more familiar, covered that stink with its own. A dark smile lifted his lips, and he increased his speed.

Shadow.

Again? They’d left him alone for decades, why were they bothering him now? A hot poker of pain in his temples made him swear, freezing only moments before he reached the clearing where the screams had originated. Never mind. He didn’t care why. He could never have too much of a good thing. There was nothing better to break up the monotony than playing with paranoid dogs.

“Silence her, she did her job. His scent is close. Now I will succeed and make the others look like fools.” The voice was nervous, merely pretending confidence. Not an Alpha then. Pity. Anything less than an Alpha tasted sour.

“I still don’t understand why we have to kill it. Gyvain was very specific that it was to be left alone. Why are we listening to that a—”

“Gyvain is dead. And he was never my Alpha, nor yours. It is an affront to the memory of our fallen fathers to leave that abomination alive. They say he looks exactly like the Storm Bringer. Unfortunately Gyvain’s son and his followers let the family have that body to burn. I think I’ll take this one’s head as a trophy, so that every one who sees it knows what I have done.”

The names were like shards of glass rammed into his ears, and the throbbing in his head increased. Luckily, a feminine whimper distracted them from their conversation. The second Shadow murmured soothingly to the frightened girl. “Why should I care about things that happened before my time when I have such a gorgeous creature in my arms? Isn’t she a pretty thing? I didn’t know this side of the world had such pretty things. If we get him can I still have her? Keep her as you said after we slay the animal? ”

Cocky youth. Calling him an animal? The insult more than the threat to the terrorized woman sent fog rolling in around the two Shadow Wolves and their captive.

His fog.

He knew they could smell him, that the fog was only a momentary confusion, meant to terrorize and distract more than protect him. But that was what he wanted. So few things gave him pleasure, but it gave him pleasure to scare them. And they were scared. They had come onto his territory, had come for him, and again and again they underestimated his abilities. Abilities that only seemed to grow stronger with time.

One leaping stride had him directly behind the nervous one, who was too busy growling to notice he had a visitor. He sank his fangs deep, one hand over the villain’s mouth to keep him quiet as he drank the dark blood. Just as he’d thought. Sour. The images the blood brought did nothing to ease his pain. But it gave him the sustenance he needed. Satisfied him in a way the local wildlife never could. He lifted his mouth, smiling as the slender neck twisted easily in his hands, breaking with a satisfying crunch.

The cocky Were called out to his now silent companion, but it was too late. The woman had fallen free to the hard ground, and he was flailing in the air, his claws desperate to pry the large, strong hand from his throat.

The lovely dark skinned girl looked at her savior, squinting through the mist. “Thank you. Thank you, you saved my—”

“Run.”

He wanted to drink her dry, to drain her blood. He knew instinctively that it would be sweet, would erase the bitter taste of Shadow on his tongue. Where were her instincts? Humans lacked all sense of self-preservation.

“Run now.”

She backed away at his growl, tripping over her shredded backpack. Her richly scented blood poured down her knees, tempting him as she scrambled into the woods. She didn’t look back. So. Not that stupid after all.

“You may as well kill me.” The gasping Were in his grip continued to struggle. “I won’t tell you where the others are. Won’t tell you who you—”

Snap.

Silence. Blessed silence. He turned and slowly walked back the way he had come. He could have told the bastard he didn’t want to know, that he didn’t care. But it would have been a lie. Still, after all these years, he knew better.

Curiosity may not kill the cat, but it sure as hell gave him one mother of a headache.

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And now let’s look at Eden Bradley’s THE SEEKING KISS…
Two vampires, one woman, an eternity of love and desire…if only she’s strong enough…
Midnight Playground, Book 1

London 2069
For as long as Nissa has known about Midnight Playground, the most exclusive of a world-wide network of vampire sex clubs, she has yearned to gain entrance—and to become one of them. Orphaned and alone from a young age, she has nothing to lose and nothing to stop her from indulging in her darkest fantasies.
Hex and his maker, Aleron, have enjoyed many play partners at the club and have often shared in the euphoria of the Seeking Kiss, that sensual blood exchange between vampires and their lovers. But Nissa’s beauty, intelligence and strength is a siren call he can’t resist.. His desire for her and her willingness to let herself be drawn by their mental pull compels Hex to consider offering to her something he’s never given another mortal– the treasured Turning Kiss.
The beautiful vampire pair entice Nissa into an intimate sexual realm beyond her wildest dreams—and she revels in it. But when she finds herself falling for one of the powerful duo, it could mean the end of her deepest fantasies. Or a new beginning she never dared to imagine…
Warning: Three-way vampire sex, voyeurism, exhibitionism, anal sex, oral sex, simultaneous anal and oral sex (oh, yes, it’s possible!), drinking blood, drinking blood while having sex, political unrest , and a hot French accent. Keep a fan and some holy water nearby!

EXCERPT

He watched her walk into the club, all defiant bravado, but he could smell the acrid scent of fear beneath. The new ones were always a little scared. But this little one had only an edge of it. Maybe the bravado wasn’t all defiance.

Hex had been just like that when he’d entered the club in Paris ten years ago. When he’d met Aleron. He’d been so damned ready. And hadn’t regretted a moment of his decision.

He turned his attention back to the new girl. Sleek, long, dark hair like a curtain around her slender shoulders and nearly to her tiny waist, a tight little body with breasts perhaps just a bit too full for her small frame. Lovely. One of those pouting doll mouths. She would look innocent if it weren’t for her eyes. They were green, tilted at the corners. Feline.

Pulling in a deep breath, he took in her fragrance from across the room, separating out the perfumes and sweat of the others, the alcohol, the cigarette smoke, the hash smoke. Yes, there she was, like honey, sweet, as innocent as her face. Except that there was a dark musk underneath it that spoke of sex.

Have to show her to Aleron. Have to have this one.

She glanced up, and her gaze caught his. He kept her there for a long moment, until she stumbled, and he let her go. There would be time later, once Aleron arrived. Aleron would help him bring the girl to him. To them.

His groin tightened.

They’d taken many women together, he and Aleron, in the years since Aleron had Turned him in the club in Paris. They’d come to London together only last year, wanting a change of scene. They both loved the British girls. There was a certain hardness about them the French women seemed to lack. And the British boys were beautiful and tough and smart. But the boys were almost too easy. He and Aleron fulfilled each other’s need for men anyway. It was the girls Hex wanted, that Aleron wanted.

Yes, they would bring the girl to them. Together. He could hardly wait.

The pulsing beat of the music seemed to push Nissa across the room as effectively as Ilana’s hand on her shoulder. She hardly had time to take in the multi-level dance floor, the old balconies of the theater hung with their golden scrollwork and life-sized cupids, paused as if about to take flight.

Her pulse was thrumming from that man—that vampire—looking at her. Not just looking, but looking. Into her. Seeing her.

She shivered.

Ilana had been right—there was no mistaking him for human. His dark gaze had glittered as though filled with the distant light of the stars. And even in the dim, throbbing glow of the club lights, his skin was luminous, his lips impossibly lush, smooth and pink. He had one of those compact, muscular bodies, broad shoulders beneath his white T-shirt, narrow hips in his black leather pants. He seemed impossibly clean, somehow, in a way she didn’t quite understand. All she really understood was that she wanted him, with a simmering desire she could barely contain.

But Ilana was gesturing her toward the long marble-topped bar at one end of the enormous room.

“Nissa, have a drink. It’ll calm you down.”

“What? All right. I’ll have a scotch, I guess.”

“You seem distracted.”

“No, I’m fine.”

“I saw him.”

“Who?”

“That dark one watching you.”

“Oh.” Nissa smoothed her hair from her face. She was always utterly confident when it came to men. But this was different. He was different. He wasn’t a man, after all. “It’s just…a lot to take in at first. I’ll be fine in a moment. Better after a drink.”

“Don’t drink too much. They won’t let you here, you know.”

“Yes, I know. And I never drink too much. Just something to take the edge off. But only the barest bit. I’m rather liking the edge.”

Ilana smiled at her. “I thought you might. There is a certain thrill just being here. It’s like nothing else.”

Nissa smiled back. “I didn’t want it to be.”

“That’s why you’re here.”

Ilana turned and ordered Nissa’s scotch and a vodka for herself. Nissa lifted her drink and sipped, her gaze wandering around the room. It was frankly thrilling as hell when she spotted a vampire among the humans. And after a few minutes, impossible not to recognize them immediately. They were the most beautiful creatures she had ever seen, every single one of them, although they came in every form. But all of them with that same flawless, gleaming skin like polished marble, eyes sparkling like jewels, with the most enormous pupils, absolutely perfect bodies. The way they moved, with absolute grace, as though their limbs were made of liquid. And that aura of power they seemed to wear like a halo.

“Nissa?”

“What? Sorry. Were you saying something?”

“I asked if you’re done with your drink.”

“Oh, yes, sure. I’m finished.” She swallowed the last bit of amber liquid and set her empty glass on the long polished bar. “What now?”

“Do you need me to go over anything else with you? How this works?”

“We’ve already discussed everything, haven’t we?”

They had. And Nissa had read over and over again the material that had been dropped at her flat by courier—a courier, for God’s sake, in these times. She knew all about the club itself, how the vampires had taken over the old theater fifteen years earlier when the London culture could no longer support live theater. She knew that those who entered Midnight Playground were offering themselves as servants, sexual partners without limit. She knew about the Seeking Kiss, in which they would drink from her during sex. And if she were very lucky, one would offer her the Turning Kiss, the ultimate offering of eternity.

She shivered, a long shimmering undulation of desire working its way up her spine.

“I have a date,” Ilana went on, “so I’ll have to leave you on your own now.”

Nissa nodded. “I expected as much. I’ll be fine.”

She always was. But she couldn’t deny the nerves trembling in her stomach, making her neck hot and tight.

“If you go through the doors at the back of the auditorium you’ll find a handful of small, semi-private rooms with tables and booths, for drinking, eating, talking. On the next floor up are the sex rooms. You’re welcome to watch if a curtain is open. If it’s closed, walk on. You’ll find a large, central room for more public displays. And on the top floor is the dungeon, if you’re ready for that.”

Nissa’s heart sped up, knocking in her veins like a hammer. “I’m ready for anything.”

“You’ll be all right?”

“Ilana, I am here because I wanted this. All of it. To meet them, to become one of them. And to be touched by them. To have them drink from me. I understand perfectly what I am getting myself into. I wouldn’t be here if I hadn’t been well educated as to what goes on here. I want this. I’ve waited so long. I’m dying to get started, frankly. Trust me, there is no overload for me.”

Ilana smiled once more. “Ah, they really will love you.”

“I hope so.”

“All right. I’ll ring you in a few days. Don’t expect to see me again tonight.”

Nissa smiled, nodded.

Her adventure was about to begin.

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Mark your calendars for Tuesday at Samhain!
RG and Eden are hard at work on more hot and sexy stories! Eden’s next release is her erotic novel from Bantam/Delta, THE BEAUTY OF SURRENDER, which will be out on October 27th, the same day as Crystal Jordan’s UNTAMED, her next tale of hot shifter sex from the Aphrodisia line. Come back to visit The Smutketeers on the 27th for a look at Eden’s and Crystal’s latest books, excerpts, a giveaway, and more!
R.G.’s next release is WICKED SEXY in January and Lilli Fiesty’s next book, DARE TO SURRENDER, will be available in February-the Smutketeers are just in time to heat up your cold winter nights!
Meanwhile, don’t forget to post here to enter our contests!

I’m over at author Beth Kery’s blog today, talking about my latest books, A 21ST CENTURY COURTESAN and TEMPT ME TWICE! And I’m giving away some goodies to two lucky winners! Come on by and visit!

Yes, I know…I’m a day late announcing the winners. Don’t worry, the other Smutketeers will find suitable ways to punish me! (No, Feisty, you may not video record that!)

Without further ado, since I’ve kept you in anticipation so long, here are the winners:

Eden’s winners:

Email eden_bradley @ yahoo.com (no spaces) to claim your prize!

Jambrea
Chris Roberts
Deidre

RG’s winners:

Email r.g.alexander @ hotmail.com (no spaces) to claim your prize!

Ms. Priss
Deidre
Sandie

Crystal’s winners:

Email crystal @ crystaljordan.com (no spaces) to claim your prize!

Deidre
Vivienne Westlake
Lindsey Ekland

Feisty’s winners:

Email lilli @ lillianfeisty.com (no spaces) to claim your prize!

Deidre
Melissa Blue
Leigh Royals

So, for participating in all our contests, we decided that Deidre should make out like a bandit. Congrats to all our winners!

We’ve had a few complaints from people who haven’t been able to log on and participate in the contests over the weekend, so just for them we have decided to extend all four opening days contests! Winners will be chosen and announced on Wednesday, October 8th. This means you can still enter any of the contests: my Name the Smutketeers contest on the October 1st post, R.G.’s TV Theme Song contest on the October 2nd post, Crystal’s Male Call contest on the October 3rd post, or Feisty’s Talk Dirty to Me contest on the October 4th post. Win books and other goodies-enter now!

Dearest Readers,

A matter of utmost importance has come to my attention. I, the wicked scholar of the smutty menagerie, do beg humbly your assistance. A bit of research is required, but the rewards are more than worth the cost. You see, kind readers, I’m in dire need of help.

I won’t be coy…I’ve spent long years studying the topic thoroughly, and what I require are new specimens for my research. Hard pecs, smooth muscles, the sweetest curve of a masculine backside. Oh, yes. That will be my fee for entry into the day’s contest.

As the Smutketeer’s flying fortress is quite well hidden, and even my longing for the male posterior can’t get in the way of security–and our latest mission to save the world–a picture will suffice. Place a link to the portrait of your choosing in the comments, and I’ll select the finest specimen. The darling reader who provides for my ongoing research will be amply rewarded, you have my most honorable word on the matter. I am a Smutketeer, after all.

Ever Wickedly Yours,

…and we mean that in the filthiest way possible, because we are The Smutketeers! Yes, The Smutketeers, a gathering of  smut-peddlers extraordinaire who put pen to page and write some of the most scandalous stories imaginable. Let us stimulate your senses, titillate your mind, and set your body on fire, all with a mere few well-placed words. The pen truly is mightier than the sword! (Although the sword can be rather good, too…and I mean that in the dirtiest way possible).

In the weeks, months and years to come, stay tuned for interviews with authors, agents, tattoo artists, Steampunk experts, corset-makers, and any other interesting person we can possibly think of and can seduce into joining us here! And trust us, we have our ways.

In honor of the launch of our smutty new blog, we are having a Giveaway Extravaganza, a Smutketeers Smorgasbord, an Orgy of Luscious and Lascivious Reads, a Semi-Sapphic Soiree of Smut! Pervy prizes of Epic Proportions to be had over the next four days, each day hosted by a different member of our merry little band! All winners will be announced at the end of the week, on Sunday, October 5th, so check back to see if you’ve won one of our fabulous prizes!

On with the glamorous gaggle of gifts…we will be giving away a trio of prizes each day, a veritable three-way of tantalizing tales, a menage of magnificently penned erotic stories from each of us. Every book will contain a trio of erotic stories or a story about a menage simply because three-ways are hot! Do we need another reason? Each day will be a different prize, and we’re not telling what we’re doing when-in fact, even we don’t know! (Ooh, sounds like a case of the left hand not knowing what the right hand is doing…with a little imagination this could be fun!).

You could win:

From R.G. Alexander:
~Her two-book Temptation Unveiled series, Lifting the Veil and Piercing the Veil (e-books)
~Her two-book Children of the Goddess series, Regina in the Sun and Lux in Shadow (e-books)

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From Eden Bradley:
~The Darker Side of Pleasure (print book)
~Exclusive (print book)
~Hot Nights, Dark Desires (print book)

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From Lilli Feisty:
~Taken (e-book)
~Seasons of Seduction (print book)
~I Love Lacy (e-book)

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From Crystal Jordan:
~Sexy Beast V (print book)
~Total Eclipse of the Heart (e-book)
~Carnal Desires (print book available this November)

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A different contest will be announced each day, and we will set forth tasks to be completed in order to qualify to win. Who knows what we may ask you to do? How willing are you? Let’s find out, beginning with today’s contest:

My task for you, dear guests, is to come up with the best Steampunk names for each of us. You must have names for all four of us in order to qualify. Not quite sure who we are? Browse our photo gallery, or watch our video.

Talk to your friends and see what people are saying about us behind our backs-do what you must! Just do it well. We appreciate talent.

Not quite certain what Steampunk is all about? Allow me to illuminate you with a few helpful links:
http://www.datamancer.net/
http://www.steampunkworkshop.com/
http://www.abneypark.com/
http://ericfreitas.com/
http://www.wetanz.com/holics/index.php?catid=4

Enjoy! And do come back to enter each day for new prizes!