Smutketeers

It’s Raining Men by Crystal Jordan

She loves them too much to change them. Until they turn the tables on her…

Every one of Candy’s werewolf instincts tells her that Michael is her mate. He’s a lawyer—smart, sophisticated, and handsome. The catch? He’s gay. There is no way she’s going to try to change who he is. Then she meets his lover Stephen, a seductive Fae-siren jazz singer, and she’s positive she’s got a screw loose somewhere. Mates with not one, but two gay men?

She’s definitely doomed to be single forever.

Michael and Stephen know that their unexpectedly flirtatious advances have thrown Candy for a loop. But there’s method to their madness—they’re both serious about her. And they plan to make sure she never spends another birthday alone.

Warning: Nekked men doing dirty, dirty things to each other and a very lucky woman, sexy biting of mates, seductive siren singing and a naughty masturbation in a public restroom. Hey, a girl has to do what a girl has to do!

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You know, now that I think about it, the Smutly Ones have had a passel of good news lately and we’ve neglected to mention it here.

I have the least cool of the cool news, so I’ll go first (not to say my news isn’t super duper cool, because it totally is!) and let you know I finalled in three contests this year (and I only entered four, so those are some sweet odds).

First, my filthy pirate time travel, Treasured, finalled in the Paranormal/Time Travel category of the Passionate Plume contest.

Then, I finalled in the Novella category of the National Readers Choice Award with “In Ice” from Sexy Beast V.

Even more awesomely, Carnal Desires finalled in the Erotic category of the Prism contest.

THEN! And here comes the steamroller of kick ass news, R.G. signed on with the Brown Literary Agency and sold to Berkley Heat. Because, you know, getting an awesome agent just isn’t enough for a Smutketeer. We go big or go home. Just ask our man toys. *g*

If that wasn’t cool enough, in the last few months, Eden has sold to Harlequin Spice and Berkley Heat (and took on a new pen name for that, Eve Berlin. Hot name, no? I love it!)

So there we are, rolling smuttily along in our attempt to provide you with more filth to read in bed at night.