Smutketeers

We missed seeing so many of you at this year’s RT Booklover’s Convention, so we thought we’d give away a bunch of stuff from us and some of your favorite authors who were at RT this year! Easy-peasy contest! Enter to win all kinds of awesome swag, like buttons from Sylvia Day‘s Crossfire series, a special Jaci Burton One Sweet Ride key card (these were maybe the hottest item at RT, and the only way to get one was to have a room at the convention hotel!), a Lexxie Couper lip balm, pens from us, the fab Shayla Black and the Nine Naughty Novelists,  a pretty book cover pin from Ann Mayburn, a pair of earrings from PolysPleasures Chain Mail, swag packs from Jeannie Lin and Jayne Rylon, tons of Romance Trading Cards, bookmarks and magnets, plus a conference bag , a deck of cover model playing cards and gorgeous cover model calender from Ellora’s Cave and more!

All you have to do to enter is Tweet or post on Facebook about this contest, then post a link to your Tweet or FB post here. That’s it! One lucky winner will be chosen on Monday! And be sure to stay tuned for all of our upcoming events, book releases and awesome guest authors-all with giveaways!

All For Smut, and Smut For All!

Or it’s live, anyway. *grin* With a lot of help from my Smutty girls (and boy!), I managed to get FrankenDom uploaded to the major sites, and it’s now available for download at Amazon and Smashwords. B&N is a little slower about getting things up and running, but I’ll post a link as soon as I have it.

Just in case you’ve forgotten the beautiful cover R.G. made for me, here it is again!

So let me tell you a little about FrankenDom. It was as big a surprise to me as it is to most of you. And it’s a dirty, dirty story that’s apparently making Smutketeers and Smutkedettes everywhere blush and giggle and squirm in their chairs.

My job here is done. :D

But seriously, this story grabbed me by the throat and absolutely refused to let go until it was finished. It was supposed to be just a fun little promotional novella, but the concept was so big, I couldn’t fit it into anything less than 75,000 words, and I finished it in about seven weeks. It’s the fastest full-length novel I’ve ever written.

I know some of you are very disappointed it’s not Amorous Overnight coming out now, but that one I don’t intend to self-publish, so even if I’d finished it first, it wouldn’t be coming out now. You’d still have months to wait for a release if I’d turned it on Friday as planned. This way, you get the immediate gratification of a release from me, and still have the gratification of AmO’s release to look forward to sometime in the next few months. It’s a win/win for everyone!

So in honor of FrankenDom’s release, I’m going to be giving away a prize package of a $10 Amazon gift card and a copy of any one of my backlist books, digital or print! All you have to do is read the exclusively exclusive Smutketeers’ excerpt below and tell me who’s got the tattoo and what it says. I won’t make you tell me where it is. ;-) The winner will be announced before midnight tonight!

First the blurb again:

FrankenDom
by Robin L. Rotham

A scientist with an obsession. A protégée with an agenda. And a surgeon with needs too long denied…

Vascular surgeon Dr. Rachel McBride knows she’d be insane to pass up a prestigious fellowship for the chance to work on Julian Kilmartin’s cutting-edge research project. The reclusive neurologist has been the object of her submissive daydreams since residency, and time and distance have only strengthened the dark compulsion.

To complicate matters, a former lover who was all too aware of her attraction to Julian is also on the team. Charmingly obnoxious Dr. Colin Carter was Julian’s protégée back in the day, and nothing appears to have changed…or has it? There’s an earnestness to Colin now, an urgency she’s never seen in him—and he claims her desire for Julian was reciprocated but deliberately left unfulfilled.

When she takes the chance and travels to eastern Europe, Rachel discovers that research is only part of her job description—and submission is only the beginning of the sexual excesses Julian and Colin will demand from her.

But when the unthinkable nature of Julian’s research project is finally revealed, Rachel is ready to run from the men she thought she knew. Securing her cooperation will take a touch of coercion, a bit of bondage, and all the erotic torture two deliciously deviant doctors can apply.

Reader Advisory: You should assume any Robin L. Rotham book contains BDSM elements, anal play, and every possible ménage à trois permutation plus occasional spares. Additionally, FrankenDom contains mad scientists, real dungeons, whips, chains, spanking, a variety of taboo fantasies, mild puppy play, electrical devices in uncomfortable places, humor, and an intimidating ratio of sadists to masochists.

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X-Rated Excerpt:

When Colin woke with an impressive erection, I turned around before he could slide it into the nearest available opening and put my hand on his chest. “So what was the bet?”

Tucking his arm under his head, he gave me a heavy-lidded look. “What bet?”

“Last night. Julian said you were paying some kind of forfeit because you’d lost a bet.”

“Oh, that bet. Before you arrived, I bet that you’d read your contracts word for word before signing them and knew what you were getting into. He bet you hadn’t.” He cupped my face, stroking my lips with his thumb as he eyed me with a rueful grin. “You picked a hell of a time to start breaking the rules, Rachel McBride.”

“I’m sorry. And the forfeit?”

“He got to fuck you first, and I got to come down my leg when all I wanted was to come in you.”

Wow, I’d never been the stakes in a bet before—at least not that I knew of. “What if you won?”

“He’d have fucked you first and I wouldn’t have had to come down my leg before I came in you.”

“So Julian wouldn’t have had to pay any kind of forfeit?”

Colin smiled. “Nope. Besides, he hoped he was wrong, so either way he’d come out the winner.”

“That hardly seems fair.”

“He’s the Dom, Rachel.”

The words thrilled me, especially knowing Julian was the Dom of both of us.

“Let me make it up to you.” Pushed him to his back, I threw back the covers, intent on relearning all the intimate things I’d once known about his body. I started licking and sucking at his earlobes and worked my way down his neck to his cute little nipples.

By the time I reached his eager cock, he was already groaning so I grasped the root and sucked the head into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it sensuously.

He hissed with pleasure. “God, yes! I’ve missed that.”

Almost teary-eyed, I pulled off him and whispered, “Me, too.”

I started to go back down and paused, tipping my head to the side. It looked like he had a tattoo around his cock, just under the head. Like a tiny armband, only a…cockband? Two solid lines of black ink enclosed block letters, and I maneuvered him around until I could read them all.

PROPERTY OF RACHEL, it declared.

I looked up with wide eyes to find him smirking at me. “If you want to know about that, you’ll have to ask Julian.”

Then he pounced, rolling me to my stomach and sitting on my hips. He took my hands and wrapped them around the corner bedpost. “Stay. I mean it. Don’t move or I’ll punish you.”

“Okay,” I breathed into the sheet, my heartbeat picking up speed in my throat.
He got off me and climbed down off the bed, then I heard a sliding noise, a grunt and a big thump. “What the hell have you got in there, a set of encyclopedias?”

Ah, my luggage. “Two years’ worth of clothes.”

“Like you’ll be needing those,” he murmured. Was he digging in my cedar chest? I hadn’t even thought to open it, assuming it contained blankets and pillows like most cedar chests.

Colin appeared beside the bed with a set of neoprene cuffs, which was what I got for assuming. He looped it around the bedpost and wrapped my wrists. Then he dug in the bottom drawer of the nightstand and came up with a realistic-looking dildo of average proportions.

“What are you going to do with that?” I asked warily as he drizzled it with lube from the top drawer.

He grinned. “I’ll give you two guesses.”

Over my half-hearted protests, he climbed between my legs and slid it into my vagina, which was still slick from last night’s activities. When he lubed up his rigid cock, nudged my knees wider and pushed himself into my butt, I squealed with something close to pain…but not quite. He stretched out on my back with a satisfied groan, squashing me into the mattress.

“Oh, Rachel, that’s so fucking good,” he groaned.

Sliding both hands under me, he forced the dildo deeper with one while the other fingered my clit. The whole time, his hips maintained a slow, even pumping, sliding his cock into my rectum without apology.

“You are such a dirty girl, Rachel McBride,” he breathed without pausing. “You like having two cocks fuck you at once, don’t you?”

“It hurts,” I said in a small voice, feeling very naughty because it didn’t really hurt that much. It just felt thick and full and deliciously depraved. My imagination ran amok with forbidden possibilities.

“Get used to it,” he ordered. “We’re going to do this to you, and unless we hear a safe word, neither of us will stop.”

Thanks for stopping by, and good luck!

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!

 

Book One: 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?

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.

“Dylan, are you with me?”

“Yes.”

“I’m going to really spank you now.”

A soft moan, then she said, “Yes…”

“Good girl.”

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Book Two: DESIRE’S EDGE

Giving into desire…

As a lawyer, Kara Crawford knows how to keep a secret, especially after being spurned by an ex for revealing her sexual needs. Kara doesn’t expect to find anyone who can fulfill her, until she experiences one of the most incredible nights of her life with a man she’s always admired from afar.

…can set you free….

Dante De Matteo knew Kara back in high school, and he never imagined her darkest fantasies would align so perfectly with his. The lovers don’t expect their passion to last more than a night, but when Dante’s new job turns out to be at Kara’s law firm, they find themselves confronted daily with the sparks of their blistering chemistry.

…but only if you give yourself completely.

As intense desire draws them closer, deep-rooted fears threaten to pull them apart, unless they can learn to embrace both the pain and pleasure of love…

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.

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Book Three: TEMPTATION’S EDGE

What happens when you let yourself fall…

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 novella SANCTUARY, *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!

Eve/Eden

All For Smut, and Smut For All!

I’m so excited to share this story with everyone! SANCTUARY was originally published with Berkley Heat as part of an anthology. I’ve since had the rights returned to me and rewrote the story, adding tons of new content. It was one of my earlier works, and in reading  it over I saw that my hero, Shaye, needed a lot more character development, so I dove into his head. I found lots of dirty and wicked stuff in there-not that I minded! But he had a lot more to say than had made it onto the pages in the original version.

The book needed more kinky sex, too, and I was more than happy to oblige. *G* I think Shaye and Devin are pretty happy about it, too.-and I’m always happy to write a good BDSM story, since it’s a subject that’s close to my heart.

Speaking of subjects close to my heart…this story was based on a real life experience. Club X really existed in San Francisco when I lived there, although it went by another name-a huge dance club that had a fetish night every week, with leather-clad go-go dancers writhing on poles and a small dungeon space upstairs in the loft. The pounding music and a crowd of over 2,000 people made for an electric atmosphere!

And then there was the Ring. Pro Doms and Dommes, all of them beautiful and dressed to kill. Their job was to put on a show, using people from the crowd as their victims pf pleasure and pain.  I met a mysterious and astonishingly gorgeous man there…his name wasn’t Shaye-I had to change the names to protect the not-so-innocent. And there was no happily ever after for us, but there could have been…One thing romance authors often do is take bits and pieces from our own lives and write those happy endings we might have hoped for.

Let’s take a look at Sanctuary, and we’ll all cheer Devin and Shaye toward their happily-ever-after…with some well-placed rope and a few spankings thrown in. *G*

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From the Author of The Dark Garden comes another scorching BDSM romance.

When her best friend takes her to a BDSM club in San Francisco Devin Delaney meets the beautiful, mysterious and commanding Shaye Vincent. The wealthy, enigmatic man takes her on a journey into the darker side of sex, and it’s addictive. He’s addictive.

At Sanctuary Devin’s kinkiest fantasies—and her emotions—shift into overdrive. But she’ll have to face old demons in order to give up control, and Shaye will have to walk through his own darkness. Can pain and desire bring them together? Or will it tear them apart?

Sensual, seductive and deeply moving—If you liked the Fifty Shades trilogy, you’ll fall in love with Sanctuary.

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EXCERPT:

Lights pulsed, music pounded, and Devin’s heart hammered faster than it ever had in her life. How had she let Kimmie talk her into coming here, to the Ring, on fetish night? She’d never seen anything like it.

She’d never imagined she would love it.

Hundreds of club-goers pressed against the sturdy metal railing that surrounded the Ring, the loft section of Club X, one of the hottest dance clubs in San Francisco, where unusual and wicked things happened every Friday night. Things she had heard about, maybe even dreamed about, but had never seen. Until now.

She had to get closer.

Devin followed Kimmie’s sleek, dark head as she pushed her way through the crowd, somehow finding her way, even though at just over five feet tall she couldn’t possibly have seen where she was going.

All around them multicolored lights flashed against dark red walls and into the shadowed alcoves where club-goers rested on velvet-covered couches and couples were locked in erotic embraces, oblivious to the crowd and the noise.

They were almost up to the front. All around her people writhed and bounced to the beat that reverberated through the club, making the floors tremble until she could feel it in the pit of her stomach.

When they reached the railing, Kimmie pulled on Devin’s arm.

Devin shook her head. “It’s okay. I can see from here,” she yelled.

“What?”

“I’m fine right here,” she repeated more loudly.

Kimmie grinned, shook her head and shoved Devin in front of her.

“Kimmie!” Devin shouted over her shoulder, laughing. Then she felt the metal rail press against her stomach as the crowd surged forward.

In an instant her eyes were riveted to the scene before her, the strange, compelling scene within the Ring.

Chains dangled from somewhere high in the ceiling, ending in leather cuffs with big metal buckles. Against the back wall stood three enormous wooden crosses, each in the shape of a giant ‘x’. And bound to these crosses were two women, one man. The man had his shirt off, and a woman dressed all in black with hair dyed an impossibly bright scarlet was hitting his back with a small, multi-tailed flogger, raising fine red welts on his skin. With every slow, even stroke of the flogger the crowd called out, urging her on, making goose bumps rise on Devin’s arms, on the back of her neck.

But what really interested her were the women.

The two young blondes were stripped down to their underwear, both in black bras and g-strings. They faced the crosses, their arms raised high over their heads, their wrists cuffed and attached to eyebolts embedded in the wood. A pair of men spanked them with paddles in perfect synchronicity, moving with the beat of the heavy techno music.

Something in her stirred, awoke with a sharp cry of need as she watched. Amazing. Amazing that seeing this happen could make her body respond in this way. Amazing that she had never thought about this sort of thing before.

Or had she? She knew what the floggers were called, and she’d agreed to come here with Kimmie easily enough. A night out at a club, her friend had said, with maybe a little extra thrill. This was thrilling, alright. Even more than the erotic novels she’d read. But that was just fiction, wasn’t it? It didn’t mean she actually wanted to do those things any more than reading a mystery novel meant she wanted to be a cop hunting down a serial killer.

Except that she was there, on the edge of the Ring, and her pulse was racing, her legs trembling as heat gathered between her thighs.

Maybe…

She pulled in a deep breath, exhaled slowly as she watched.

The two men, dressed entirely in black, wore leather pants and snug T-shirts. Their attention was focused on the pair of women, their backs to the crowd. And when they smacked the women’s flesh a cry rose from the wild group of onlookers. The music shifted and the men worked faster, in time with the new rhythm. Devin saw the ripple of muscles beneath their tight T-shirts as they lifted their arms and swung. The sound of the crowd became one long, continuous arc of noise. She could feel the aura of excitement all around her as the crowd fed it, fed her, making her pulse hammer in her veins. She couldn’t take her eyes away from the scene before her.

Kimmie yelled into her ear, “What do you think?”

All Devin could do was shake her head. What could she say? It was too loud in there to try to explain to Kimmie everything going through her mind.

“Do you want to go?” her friend asked.

“What? No!” She wasn’t going anywhere.

“Really?”

She turned for a moment, and found a wide grin on Kimmie’s face, her gray eyes sparkling.

Devin smiled, shook her head a little. “Yes, really.”

Kimmie shrugged and Devin focused again on the action in the Ring.

The two men finished and released the girls from their restraints, rubbed their arms, their wrists, took them to a back corner and sat them down on a bench. A girl with short, dark hair and dressed in a red leather corset wrapped the women in blankets and gave them something to drink. Devin watched, mesmerized by the entire process. One of the men disappeared through a side door. The other turned around and a shock of heat roared through her.

He was beautiful.

Even in the flashing club lights she could see the honeyed shade of his skin. His hair was a short, spiky shock of brown tipped with blond, as though he’d recently been in the sun. His close-shaven goatee, a few shades darker than his hair, made him look purely devilish.  It was too dim and he was too far away for her to see his eyes, but from where she stood they were dark, glittering. His gaze roved over the wild crowd and he gave them a crooked grin and a saucy wink, as though he was very much aware that he was performing—he probably was. And then he pulled his shirt off over his head.

She only had a moment to take in broad, muscled shoulders and tight six-pack abs, heavy tattoos around both biceps, before he turned around and started to pick up some items scattered around the floor, setting them on a wooden rack: a crop, the two paddles he and the other man had used, a variety of multi-tailed whips and canes, a few small metal tools. Devin wasn’t sure what everything was called. All she knew for certain was that this man made her entire body surge with need.

If only he would turn around again.

When he did, he looked right at her. Even among a crowd of hundreds, she knew it immediately. He watched her, and flashed that small, cocky smile he’d given the crowd of revelers before. But this time it was for her alone.

He moved forward toward the front of the Ring until he stood right in the center of it. He stopped there, stared at her, locking his gaze on hers. Her stomach filled with butterflies, wings fluttering madly. She couldn’t believe he was looking at her, but the line of his gaze was perfectly clear.

Want…

She licked her suddenly dry lips. Her nipples went hard beneath her tight, stretchy top. It seemed his dark gaze traveled there instantly, to almost caress her skin before returning to her face. That self-assured smile appeared again, quirking just one corner of his mouth. Unbelievably sexy. Lust sang in her veins. She could hardly believe that having him look at her—just look at her!—was making her go wet.

The tattoos, the wicked goatee, him standing in the middle of this place, shirtless and beautiful…he was the ultimate bad boy, a satyr come to life. She’d never before been so attracted to a man. The hot flood of music and the colored lights only seemed to add to the sensual aura as he stared her down, daring her somehow.

He beckoned with his head, his grin quirking a little more. Yes, daring her to join him in the Ring.

She couldn’t do it, of course, no matter that every cell in her body screamed at her to go to him, to have this man touch her.

Touch me…

He moved toward her, approached the railing and put his hand out to her.

She blinked, offered her hand to him before she had a chance to think about it. He took it in his, turned it and laid a soft kiss in the center of her palm. A wave of raw desire rushed through her body like liquid fire.

He leaned in and yelled over the music, his deep voice booming over the noise of the club.  “I’m Shaye. Tell me your name.”

God, he was talking to her.

“Devin.”

“Come play with me, Devin.”

She pulled back and saw that evil grin on his face. He had perfect white teeth, and she could see now that his eyes were a dark, smoky hazel, with long, thick lashes.

“No, I…I can’t.”

“Of course you can. Just say yes.”

He still held onto her hand. His was large and warm, the contact like an electrical current running up her arm and straight to her sex. But she couldn’t bring herself to do what these people did in the Ring.

Could she?

She felt dizzy suddenly with the possibility. This wasn’t her. She was no innocent virgin, but this was too much. Too intense, too wild. And she couldn’t do what those girls had done—give up all control to another person. Control was how she kept her life together, on track. Control was her strength. She’d come to watch, not to participate. And she wouldn’t even be there if it weren’t for Kimmie dragging her along tonight. She glanced around. Where was Kimmie?

But he was leaning in again, until his mouth was warm against her ear. “Come and play with me, little Devin. You know you want to. I can feel it from here.”

His voice was a low purr. Sexy as hell, like everything else about him. And he was close enough that she could smell him: a little bit of clean male sweat mixed with some earthy fragrance. Sandalwood? She allowed herself to take one long inhale, savoring the scent of him. It made her shivery and hot inside. It made her confused.

“I can’t. Really. I’m…I’m here with my friend. I have to go find her.”

“Come back, then. Later tonight. Any night.”

She started to shake her head. He tucked a card into her free hand.

“This is my cell. Call me if you’d ever like to play. Here. Or wherever. I want to see you.”

She looked up at him and the grin was gone. His gaze was hot, burning right through her. He lifted her hand and kissed it again, sending a lovely shiver through her system once more, and she had a moment to glance at the heavy tribal bands around his biceps—Maori work, from the look of it. She did love a man with tattoos. And tattoos on this man…

The woman with the bright red hair came and tapped him on the shoulder, said something into his ear. He waved her off.

“I have to get back to work. Call me, Devin. Come and see me here. Promise me you will.”

“I don’t know…”

“Promise, Devin.”

He hadn’t let go of her hand. He gave it a small squeeze. Her pulse raced, hot and fast as lightning.

He scared the hell out of her.

She wanted him so much it hurt.

“I’ll…maybe…”

“You will.” His devastating grin spread across his face. He took a step back, dropped her hand, took another step before turning around and walking to the back of the Ring.

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You can buy SANCTUARY now on B&N for your Nook and on Smashwords-coming in a few days to Amazon and other online outlets! 

And if you like a good kinky read, try my BDSM novel THE DARK GARDEN, out now on Amazon  or B&N in print and for your Kindle or Nook and coming soon to Target stores!

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There’s always a CONTEST to celebrate a Smutketeers book release, and today is no different! I’m giving away a prize package of kink!  ARC’s (advance reader copies) in PDF format of the first two books in my Eve Berlin ‘Edge’ series, PLEASURE’S EDGE and DESIRE’S EDGE will go to one lucky winner. To enter, all you have to do is tell me why you love to read about kink, and what your gateway kinky book was-IOW, what got you started reading kink. I’ll be back to choose and announce a winner on July 3rd, so be sure to check back!

THE TURNING KISS, the next book in my hot and sexy Midnight Playground vampire series is finally here!

It started in Book One, THE SEEKING KISS, where I introduced Ilana, Nissa’s best friend. Ilana is a bit cool, a bit too controlled, so she was the perfect candidate for her own story. I love a challenge-and so do my vampires-and my burly Scotsman, Calam, who made his debut in Book Two, BLOODSONG.

My readers first witnessed Calam’s dungeon play with my kinky French vampire, Aleron, so we already know a little sumthin’ about him. *G* The vampires at the Midnight Playground love him for his incredible strength and stamina, and Ilana will, too-Ilana and the pair of sultry, dark vampires who appear in THE TURNING KISS. Konstantine and Luka are a bonded pair, recently arrived in London from the Moscow club. The mysteriously sexy Konstantine has a dangerous side he can barely control. The gentler Luka has a certain sweetness about him, despite his tendency to drink human blood and his preference for some rough BDSM play. Ilana and Calam find them both impossible to resist, and that combination of the dark and dangerous, the beautiful and sweet, only make these vampires more appealing. Add in my favorite vampire, the ancient Ever, and this will be an erotic adventure neither will ever forget.
Let’s take a look:

They have nothing to lose…except the one gift they never expected to find.

Midnight Playground, Book 3

Ilana escaped a life of sex slavery, using her extraordinary beauty to survive among the few remaining wealthy humans in London. But she has higher aspirations. For two years she has haunted the BDSM dungeons of the Midnight Playground, hungering for The Turning Kiss—that deep drink that will make her one of them. An immortal vampire.

Turned out onto the streets of Edinburgh as a child, Calam’s tortured path led him to a job at the club, where he also engages in exotic and dangerous sex play with its clientele. Craving, like Ilana, the eternal escape of the Turning Kiss.

Ilana is undeniably drawn to the beautiful Scotsman, but she has no time to waste; the club takes no one over thirty. When a sinfully compelling vampire pair brings them together for an unusual foursome, she and Calam are shocked to discover it isn’t the vampires they crave, it’s the tenderness and emotion they feel for each other.

After years of seeking to feel something, anything, other than the pain of the past, the ultimate gift is within Ilana’s reach. Yet the cost—leaving her heart behind with a mortal—could be more than she can bear.

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EXCERPT: Warning! X-Rated!

“Are you ready for more?” Luka asked, tilting her chin in his hand. Heat rushed through her system at his touch. The intensity of his preternatural gaze as he looked into her eyes.

“Oh, yes. I’m ready,” she told him. It was the truth. She was burning with a hard, driving lust once more.

Luka smiled. The doors to the room opened. And Konstantine walked in, along with the most ancient vampire she had ever seen.

Ever.

So exquisite, everything else in the room—everyone—momentarily faded from view. He was even taller than Konstantine, and a stark contrast to the Russian vampire’s hard, dark looks. Ever was pale, as pale as white marble, his skin gleaming in a way she’d never seen before. His hair was just as pale, long and tied back from his face. And his face…his features were even prettier than Luka’s. Androgynous. So lovely it was difficult to look at him, to take it all in. His eyes were absolutely black, so dark they were like two pieces of glittering jet. Impossible to read. Mysterious. She had no idea if he’d been born with eyes so dark, or if it had more to do with his ancient nature.

She felt overwhelmed simply looking at him. In awe. Of his age, which seemed to emanate from his long, lean body. In awe of the force of his presence. And the pain so clearly etched on his features.
What must it be like to experience centuries, to carry those experiences with you?

But just as clearly as the awe was the heat building in her body as Ever and Konstantine strode across the room. The heat she felt from Calam next to her. Even the desire building in Luka’s vampiric body.

Konstantine was smiling at them, his fangs peeking at the edges of his lush mouth. There were no words, just Konstantine reaching for Luka, tearing his clothes from his body. The small ripping sound as fabric and leather gave way. Then Konstantine pushed Luka back on the bed, and in moments his own clothes were gone. His body was all hard, masculine lines, taut muscle, a sprinkling of dark hair on his chest. His nipples were nearly bronze. Erect. She wanted to touch them. To take them into her mouth. To watch Luka do it himself.

But it was Ever who came up behind Konstantine, his pale hands sliding around the darker vampire’s body. He pinched Konstantine’s nipples in his fingers, and Konstantine shivered, his eyes fluttering closed. Ilana watched as Ever pinched again, twisting the swollen flesh. She watched as Konstantine’s enormous cock twitched. And her body went soft and hot all over. Aching with the need to be touched. Fucked. For them to drink from her. To do as they wanted with her.

And in the back of her mind was that now-constant awareness of Calam.

Konstantine’s eyes opened, and he leaned over Luka, reaching for Ilana. He filled his palms with her breasts, and she arched into him.

“So beautiful, our ice princess,” he murmured, thumbing her nipples, then giving them a sharp pinch.

“Oh…”

“Yes, your sighs are so pretty,” Konstantine said. “Shall we hear some more?”

His hand slipped down over her stomach, his fingers driving into her soaking pussy, and her body clenched in response.

“Ah, yes, spectacular,” Konstantine said. “But what might happen should we all have our hands on you at once? Our mouths. Our cocks. Will it take all of us to melt you?”

She shivered, desire screaming in her veins.

Yes. Yes. Yes…

Konstantine leaned farther, over Luka, and Luka took his partner’s cock in his mouth and began to suck him hard. Konstantine drove his fingers deeper into Ilana’s body. And next to her, Calam pressed against her side, his mouth going to her nipple, sucking, tugging, biting just hard enough. And finally Ever bent over her and kissed her.

Sensation was like the brilliance of the sun shining through the windows, dazzling her. Ever’s mouth was a stunning contradiction of hard and soft. He tasted of honey and the weight of the centuries. He tasted of stone and moss and some flavor that was more a high-pitched sound just out of her reach than it was something she could taste.

She was writhing, on the edge instantly. Calam’s mouth was so hot on her breast, his hand kneading the full flesh. Konstantine’s thrusting fingers, driving pleasure deeper, deeper. And finally, Luka reached under her somehow and pushed into her ass with his fingers, soaked in the juices from her wet and aching sex.

Ever’s tongue twined with hers, the sweetness almost more than she could bear. That and the pleasure assaulting her from everywhere. Every orifice. Every angle. She forced herself to keep her eyes open, to watch Luka swallowing Konstantine’s cock, Ever’s hand still torturing Konstantine’s nipple.

Calam was pressing into her side, his hips working, his cock rubbing against her. She needed to feel him inside her. To feel some cock in her body.

Please…

Ever pulled his mouth from hers, laughing, a strangely hollow sound. “Then you shall have it,” he said, his voice deep. Ancient.

Another long, undulating shiver of pure pleasure at his words. Then everything shifted, so quickly she couldn’t keep up. Calam was kneeling between her thighs, his silver gaze boring into hers. He rose over her, slipped one arm around her body and pulled her upright, her breasts pressing against the taut planes of his chest. She swore she could feel his heart beating against hers. Just as erratic. Just as wild. She held on to his broad shoulders, loving the bulge of muscle beneath her hands. Her legs were draped over his thighs, strong and solid beneath her. Ever was behind her, his hands between their bodies. He pumped Calam’s cock a few times, then guided him to her sex. Calam arched, thrusting his cock inside her.

“Ah…”

Pleasure was sharp as a blade, stabbing into her body. And Calam’s gaze on hers still. His mouth was loose, his plush lips red. She tilted her chin and kissed him.

His mouth was sweet with the tea they’d drunk together, which seemed a thousand years ago, as his tongue plunged into her mouth, his cock drove into her body. And behind her was the odd heat and coolness that was ancient vampire skin and muscle. Ever smoothed his hands over her back, her ass. And as Calam fucked her, Ever began to spank her.

One hard slap on her ass, then another. Pain was simply another layer of pleasure. Her hips arched into Calam, wanting to take his cock deeper. Then she surged back into Ever’s touch, needing the pain with her pleasure.

Calam was kissing her harder. Fucking her harder. He pulled back, staring into her eyes. And as she watched, his features went lax with pleasure. He came into her, his cock pulsing. Watching him come was a beautiful thing, arousing, purely erotic. Something in her chest surged.

Calam.

Her body clenched hard around his still-rigid cock. And as Ever increased the tempo of his spanking, she came. Pleasure shafted deep. Pierced her. Until she was calling out, her nails biting into Calam’s shoulders, drawing blood.

She smelled it almost as soon as the vampires did, sharp and metallic. Konstantine was on Calam, tearing him from her grasp, throwing him to the floor on his hands and knees. He kicked Calam’s thighs apart and plowed into him.

Konstantine growled. Calam groaned. And the old vampire began to fuck him. Hard, punishing strokes while Luka knelt before them, stroking his own cock with his hand, his lean hips arching into his fist.

Ever pulled her into his lap, and she felt the length of his cock beneath her.

“Watch, my divine girl. Watch them as you love to do. Watch them while I fuck you now.”
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CONTEST!
What fun would a release day be without a contest? Today I’ll give away a $20.00 Amazon gift card to one winner who can answer the following questions (all answers can be found on the Books page of my website):
1-What is the title of my contribution to The Smutketeers’ Wasteland anthology? (it’s coming out in one print volume April 5th!)
2-What are the first names of my hero and heroine in my BDSM novel that was a Romantic Times 2007 Reviewer’s Choice Nominee?

Answer those questions here in the comments section for a chance to win! I’ll announce the winner here in the comments section on Monday, March 21st, so be sure to check back! And if you’d like to be entered twice, all you have to do is join The Smutketeers Yahoo group-or, if you’re already a member, have a friend join, then post the info here. Our Yahoo group is tons of fun-we’re there chatting with readers every day, have photo databases for our shoes, costumes, tattoos-all sorts of stuff-plus we run special contests there, talk about inappropriate subjects, and get to know our readers. If that’s too much in your busy day, you can always go on Special Notices, in which case you’ll only receive an email about our book releases, contests and appearances.

Meanwhile, be sure to visit my websites: EdenBradley.com or EveBerlin.com for the latest news about my books, live and online appearances, and first peeks at my latest book covers.

You can buy THE TURNING KISS now!
Samhain * Amazon * B&N

Thanks to all my readers who have loved my vampires as much as I do-and to those who might be taking a chance and reading one of my books for the first time.

All For Smut, and Smut For All!

I got a $50.00 Amazon gift certificate for Christmas and I’m stumped! There must be 100 books I want and I don’t know where to start. I want some good erotic romance, of course, some women’s fiction since I’m hoping to branch into that genre this year, and there’s some awesome YA out there. I’m also looking for some good, dark vampire stories.

I love that we can get so many awesome New York pubbed print books in e-book formats now! And you can, too-all of the Smutketeers’ print backlist is available now in Kindle, Nook, etc. If any of you are into the hot BDSM stories, my Bantam books THE DARK GARDEN, THE DARKER SIDE OF PLEASURE and THE BEAUTY OF SURRENDER (although that one is really more about Shibari rope bondage, but the power play is definitely still there), or my debut Eve Berlin book, PLEASURE’S EDGE, are all available as e-books!

If you just want some smokin’ erotic romance, try my EXOTICA: SEVEN DAYS OF KAMA SUTRA, NINE DAYS OF ARABIAN NIGHTS, or, if you’re into a cougar story (rowr!) try my book FORBIDDEN FRUIT. That one is also a food fetish story, so there lots of chocolate and whipped cream and honey and a hot chef. Mmm, now I’m hungry!

My fellow Smutketeers have some awesome books in their backlists, too! No one writes steamy shifter stories like Crystal-the covers alone will make you swoon! Take a look at ON THE PROWL, CARNAL DESIRES or UNTAMED. Can you say Meow!!? Feisty writes sizzling contemporary power play books-a little BDSM on the lighter side. Her heroes are to die for! Have you read DARE TO SURRENDER or BOUND TO PLEASE? I know a lot of you are already familiar with R.G.’s Bone Daddy in POSSESS ME-a voodoo Loa spirit who makes people do all sorts of lovely, wicked things…well, they really only do the things they’ve fantasized about…and then it’s Bone Daddy’s turn…I can’t say more without giving too much away-you’ll just have to read it for yourself!

Our newest Smutketeer, the fabulous and lovely Karen Erickson is all e-books, all the time (so far, anyway). You must read her latest, BABY DON’T LOSE MY NUMBER. Have you seen that cover? Or what about PLAYING WITH FIRE? SCANDALOUS? They’ll all make you want to play with some scandalous fire-hot stuff!

So…hmm….give me one sec to calm down…*fanning self*….tell me what books you’re going to buy with your holiday gift certificates. I need some suggestions. And of course, the Smutketeers always love to hear that some of our books are on your to buy list. :) In case you need some encouragement, I’ll give one commenter a $10.00 Amazon gift certificate. I’ll announce my winner on Wednesday, so be sure to check back. And right after that we start with our awesome lineup of 2011 guest authors!

Hope you all had a wonderful holiday and are recovered from your hangovers!

All For Smut, and Smut For All!

Here it is, my last release of the year 2010! Book 2 of the Shifting Reality series at Samhain Publishing

MY DEMON SAINT

Publication Date: November 16, 2010
Cover art by Kanaxa

Would you like to play a game?

Shifting Reality, Book 2

Saint is half human, half demon…all trouble. With his roommate Thomas mated to Margo, and Mac on one of those long, lonely, feeling-eternally-sorry-for-yourself vampire vacations, Saint is on his own and restless.

A lovesick shifter’s request to locate a woman isn’t exactly his idea of fun—he’s no matchmaker—but he agrees. And finds not only his quarry, but a whole lot more than he bargained for: a top player in his own online game that, until now, has somehow escaped his notice. A woman so tempting that when she touches the keyboard with her fingertips, he can feel it right down to his bones.

Housebound for the last few years due to an accident, Ume’s only distraction from the endless physical therapy sessions has been an online role-playing game. When she logs in this time, though, something is different. She finds herself lost in the game—literally—and falling for a mysterious warrior on her way to face the Demon King in his lair.

And that’s before it gets weird.

Warning: Explicit sex. One sexy, smart-mouthed demon, an adventure game, and more than a touch of kink. Sex online and then sex ONLINE. Spanking, silk ropes, a blindfold, one wild threesome between a Mystic, a Warrior and a Kitsune…and every online gamer’s dream come true.

Buy MY DEMON SAINT now!

*Samhain* Amazon*

I had a lot of fun with Saint and Ume…and I have to admit…I have sometimes wondered what it would be like to be a character in a video game. And if I had a guide like Saint, well, what more could you ask for? It, along with the upcoming season, got me to thinking about what I’m thankful for.

Being Thankful

I am thankful for my readers, for my Smutkedettes and Smutketeers. I am thankful for my family and that it’s finally getting cooler outside. I’m thankful for this year and the promise that the New Year is bringing. And I am so incredibly thankful that I get to play in my daydreams for a living.

How about you?

CONTEST

promote this  blog and/or my release on Twitter, Facebook, your blog etc

Come back here with the links of where you posted AND a little note about what you’re thankful for and you may win (Just in time for the holidays)

a $50 Amazon gift card!

a $50 Gamestop digital gift certificate!

and a copy of either My Shifter Showmance  (book one of the series) or any ebook from my backlist!

It starts today-and I will pick a winner Sunday the 21st

ALL FOR SMUT AND SMUT FOR ALL!

The ever-fabulous Rachel Kramer Bussel, author and editor extraordinaire, is with us today to share a smutty excerpt from her latest book, PASSION: Erotic Romance for Women, out now from Cleis Press, and to do a giveaway! PASSION is a multi-author anthology by some of erotica’s star authors, including Portia Da Costa, Saskia Walker, Charlene Teglia, Delilah Devlin and more, plus Rachel’s own story, Five Senses. Let’s take a peek at some lovely, kinky smut, shall we?

Excerpt of “Getting It Right” by Teresa Noelle Roberts
From Passion: Erotic Romance for Women edited by Rachel Kramer Bussel (Cleis Press)

This time they pulled out all the stops. This time the room was full of flickering vanilla- and cinnamon-scented candles, adding a medieval, almost religious air to Jesse’s plain bedroom.
This time there was no anger, no exhaustion, no confusion, just lust and love and, at least on Heather’s side, a lot of sexy anxiety. Under the angst and foolishness, that first time, she’d caught hints that she’d like the cane under better circumstances.
But it still scared her.
And Jesse saw her fear and helped her through it.
They necked like teenagers on the couch before moving into the bedroom and kissing and caressing some more, so Heather was wet and quivering even before she began to undress.
This time, Jesse sat on the bed and put her over his knee, as he had their first night together. Starting with light, loving smacks that sent the blood rushing, stimulating her skin, stimulating her sex, he warmed her up until she was pushing her backside up to meet his hand. Then he stepped it up a little, cupping the sweet spot of her ass with each blow, half watching the color turning from creamy to pink to almost red, half watching Heather’s reaction, the pleading little yelps, the squirming, the way she parted her legs, letting loose some of her aroused musk.
“How I can resist that invitation?” Jesse stroked her vulva, then slapped it lightly, teasingly. His fingers came away wet and slick. “Now that’s what I like to see,” he said, his voice breathy, smoky.
He pulled her up and kissed her, lingering and deep. “Now lie on your back,” he commanded. “I have a vision.”
Then he started arranging her.
He arched her over so her thighs rested on her chest and told her to hold herself in place with her arms.
He tucked several pillows under her, raising her ass. “Perfect,” he said. “I have a gorgeous target, but I can watch your face.”
He didn’t add in case you need to safeword and can’t find your voice, but he didn’t need to.
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Ooh, a tantalizing tease! You can find Passion: Erotic Romance for Women now at your local bookstores, through the Cleis Press website, or these online outlets:

Amazon * B&N Read the rest of this entry �

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…

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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.

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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?

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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…

Buy it here: Samhain Publishing

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!

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