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.”
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:
♦ Appearance! Monday, September 27th, 2010: Eden will be participating on an erotica panel, EROTICA WRITING: Relax-It’s Only Sex! for the Independent Writers of Southern California, along with authors Jacques Rifkind, author of the erotic novel LOFTING (writing as AlmaMarceau), Leigh Court, and sex therapist Linda DeVillers, Ph.D.
The event begins at 7:30 PM at the Veteran’s Memorial Building in Culver City, CA. Space will be limited, so make your reservation now! More information on the IWOSC website.
♦ Online Appearance! Eden will be blogging at Bitten By Books to celebrate the release of her September 28th release, BLOODSONG, Book Two in her Midnight Playground series! There will be a special giveaway, and she’ll be chatting with readers all day long, so be sure to come by!
Crystal Jordan’s In the Heat of the Night series from Samhain has been combined into a single print volume and releases today!
When wildness rules the night, giving in is the only choice.
Total Eclipse of the Heart
Werewolf law demands that once mated, werewolves know no other lover. Then Lena walks into Rachel’s world, turning it inside out. Her mate may not like it, but once scented, nothing will stop Rachel from claiming what’s hers…
Big Girls Don’t Die
Six months ago, Andre turned Cynthiana into a vampire, insisting it was meant to be. Cyn doesn’t call this a healthy relationship. When she ends up stranded on Valentine’s Day, he grabs his chance to convince her they can live happily ever and forever after.
It’s Raining Men
Candy has always known Michael is her mate. The catch? He’s gay. When she meets his lover, she’s sure her werewolf instincts are faulty. Mates with not one, but two gay men? She must have a screw loose. Little does she know both men are about to rock her world.
Crazy Little Thing Called Love
Anyone who tries to get in Pixie’s way gets the business end of her Fae magic, especially pushy werewolf males. Luckily, Malcon likes her that way. Their uncomplicated fling, for him, is anything but—she’s his mate. He just has to convince her that love won’t clip her wings.
Warning: Naughty love in every imaginable flavor: boy on boy, girl on girl, boy on girl, boy on girl on boy, girl on boy on girl. Werewolves, vampires, sirens, and Fae doing all the dirty deeds from spanking to anal to public masturbation. Options are limitless, so pick your poison wisely!
My latest release, TEMPT ME TWICE, is my very first hot menage story, and my first story from Samhain, and it’s out today!
One hot man is good. Two’s double the fun…until your heart gets involved.
Jessie has been in love with her bisexual best friend, Paul, since their college days. He’s never made a move on her, though, and at this point she values his friendship too much to risk revealing her feelings. Especially since now he has a new male lover and seems so happy.
Paul and Noah have only Jessie’s rest and relaxation in mind when they invite her along on a camping trip to Lake Tahoe. She’s been pretty stressed out preparing to show her art at a major New York gallery. A weekend getaway will do her a world of good—and they won’t take no for an answer.
Jesse thought she’d be nothing more than a third wheel on this trip. But Noah is as sweet and hot as Paul, and their first night turns into a heated tangle of bodies in the dark tent by the lake.
It’s an erotic, intense experience that must come to an end. And when it does, will she still have her best friend?
Warning: Explicit and unusual sex in nearly every possible combination: boy on girl, boy on boy, boys on girl, with a little anal action and some spanking thrown in just to keep things interesting!
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Want a little peek inside? Okay, but only for you…
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Somehow, an hour later, she was in Paul’s black Jeep Cherokee, roaring up Highway 80 on the way to Lake Tahoe. Music blared from the CD player, the windows were down to let the fresh summer air in and she was more relaxed than she’d been in months.
“So,” Noah started, “tell me how you two met.”
“I picked her up in a sex ed class,” Paul said, winking at her over his shoulder.
“Hah. Hardly. I was his English tutor.”
“Yeah, but my version is so much sexier.”
Why did he have to say something like that? When had things between them ever been sexy, other than in her vivid imagination?
“You’ve known each other a long time then,” Noah said.
“We’ve been friends for ten years.” Paul turned again, flashed her a quick smile, and her insides melted as always.
“Why just friends? Or has something more ever happened between you two?”
“No, nothing,” Paul was quick to answer, then they were both silent.
Noah looked from Jessie to Paul. “Sorry. Not my business. I shouldn’t have asked.”
“It’s okay,” Jessie told him. “It’s a reasonable enough question.”
One she’d never been able to answer.
“What about you two? You met when Paul went to Quebec to pick up that T-bird, right?”
Noah nodded, smiled, a brilliant flash of strong white teeth.
Beautiful man.
“Yeah. He came into the bar where I was having a drink with an old friend. I’m really not usually the bar type. But Paul walked in, the hot American import. I liked him right away. I still do.”
He reached out, stroked a hand over Paul’s T-shirt-clad shoulder, and a rush of envy went through her. If only she could touch Paul so casually, express her desire for him so openly.
If only Noah would touch her like that.
Jesus. She really was a mess. She didn’t even know who she wanted. And nothing was going to happen anyway. She may as well get over it.
But she was wet, aching, as much as she’d been in the shower.
They reached their campground on the edge of Lake Tahoe in another four hours, parked and got out of the car. The sun was lowering in the sky, casting darkening shadows over the crisp blue, touching the water in the lake with silver. Fir trees surrounded the lake, which sat like an enormous blue bowl, cradled by the surrounding mountains.
Jessie raised her arms over her head and stretched her back, breathing in the crisp, clean air. So gorgeous here. She was glad she’d come, despite her uncontrolled surges of lust. Paul came around the side of the car and slid an arm around her shoulders.
“Can I tempt you to get some food ready while we put the tent up?”
He could tempt her into doing almost anything, if only he knew it.
“Sure. I saw the ice chest in the back. I’ll take care of it.”
They spent some time getting the campsite together. The sun dove into the horizon in a blaze of summer sky glory. Shades of pink, amber and gold cast long shadows against the trees, touching the boughs with color, before sinking, leaving them in darkness other than the light from the fire they’d built and the two Coleman lanterns, the faint glow from the other campsites.
Dinner was simple, pan-fried steak and potatoes wrapped in foil and baked in the fire, a bottle of wine followed by another. Conversation was easy. Noah was easy to be with, warm, friendly, open. He and Paul sat side by side, laughing, touching, yet somehow still making Jessie feel included.
She’d had too much wine, but it didn’t seem to matter. Paul and Noah would take care of her, she knew. She could let go, for the first time in far too long.
Finally it was time to settle in for the night. Paul helped her to her feet.
“Whoa, Jess. Hang on.”
“I’m okay. Just have a nice little buzz going.”
“Maybe more than a little.” He grinned at her.
“Maybe.” She grinned back, her body going warm all over as he looped an arm around her waist.
They moved to the tent, and Noah held the flap back for them. It was a large tent, almost tall enough for Paul to stand up straight in. Noah was already spreading out their sleeping bags, Paul’s in the middle. Jessie sat on hers to take her shoes off.
Paul yawned, stretched.
“Anyone else tired?”
“A little sleepy from the wine,” Jessie said.
“Me too.” Noah pulled his shirt over his head, revealing tight abs and a wide chest. She could make out his muscle tone even in the dim light of the single lantern they’d taken into the tent with them.
Paul stripped his shirt off too. She’d seen him without a shirt before, and it was something she never got over. The lean lines of his body, his smooth skin, his nipples dark, surrounded by a sprinkling of black hair. She wanted to put her mouth there, to suck…
Stop it. Time to sleep.
The men stripped down to their boxer-briefs, and she could see they were both hard, aroused. She squeezed her thighs tightly, her sex burning with need.
Paul glanced at her. “You’re not sleeping in your clothes, are you, Jess? It’s too hot.”
“Um…I guess not.”
She shrugged, wiggled out of her jeans, leaving her in her tank top and her underwear. It wasn’t that she was ashamed of her slim body. But they were all nearly naked together, and as Paul lay on the sleeping bag next to hers, she could swear she felt the heat from his big body. His scent, warm on the night air. And more faintly, Noah’s scent, fresh and all male.
How was she ever going to get to sleep?
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My next novel from Bantam/Delta, A 21ST CENTURY COURTESAN, will be out on March 24th, so I thought I’d post a teaser here for you curious folks. I’ll post more as we get closer, a new excerpt every few days, so be sure to come back! But first, a little about the book…
She’s spent her life pleasuring others.
Now it’s her turn…
A 21ST CENTURY COURTESAN
Eden Bradley
She lives in a world of silk sheets, imported champagne,
and endless erotic delight…
She fulfills the deepest fantasies of the most powerful men in the world. Sensual, seductive, and discreet, Valentine Day is a high class call girl, pampered and adored by her exclusive clientele. But Valentine has a secret. Always in control, she’s never experienced true pleasure outside of her work. But all that is about to change…Now, the woman who’s spent a decade pleasuring others is about to embark on an erotic journey of her own…
It happens one night at the opera. Seated next to her in the dark is a stranger. As the music swells, so does the sexual tension. Gorgeous, sophisticated Joshua Spencer invites her for a drink, and soon she’s fantasizing about taking him home. When they finally come together in a night of the wildest lovemaking Valentine has ever known, she’s hooked. But suddenly Valentine is questioning everything. Joshua has no idea what she does for a living. Can she risk everything—including her hard-earned freedom and one final, shattering secret—for one man? And would he still want her if he knew the truth?
I learned about something called suspension of disbelief a number of years ago in one of my English Lit classes. This is when a writer must make their reader suspend their disbelief in the unusual long enough to be drawn in and believe in the world the writer has created.
It’s something like that with my line of work. Our clients must suspend their disbelief long enough to believe the girl likes it. My particular ‘talent’, if you want to call it that-my particular perversion, really-is that they don’t have to do that with me. The truth is, I love it.
This is my dirty little secret. Because this is supposed to be taboo among the professionals of my world. Call girls. Prostitutes. Hookers. It doesn’t matter what you call us. The fact is, I get paid for sex. And it’s the only kind of sex I can get off on.
Who knew a nice Jewish girl from the Valley could end up here? Well, half Jewish, anyway, my father being a lapsed Catholic. And maybe I’ve never been all that nice.
I grew up in Van Nuys. Van Nuys is possibly the most generic, boring place on earth. Middle class, cardboard box houses that all look the same, block after block. The entire area looks as though a dull film has settled over it.
My family was at the lower end of the middle class. Not that we were poor. We always had a roof over our heads, food on the table. My father, a construction foreman, worked a lot, but he spent his money anywhere but at home. My mother never did much other than drink. Strange that he wasn’t the drinker. Jews don’t tend to be drinkers. Not that it ever stopped my mother. But my life has been a combination of the utterly dull and the most perverse, in every way, on every level. Classic hard life story, I know, but that’s my life. Or it was. Too fucking bad.
I make a lot of money. Enough to keep me very comfortable in my Hollywood Hills home. Enough to pay for the expensive clothes I buy at Barney’s and Kitson, my weekly facials and massage at the spa. Enough to pay for the breezy little Mercedes I drive, if it hadn’t been a gift from a happy client. This is why I do it.
Actually, that’s a lie. It’s what I tell myself when I’m not in the mood for the kind of deep, soul-searching honesty that keeps me up at night. How I justify it in the most basic, simple terms.
The truth, or part of it, anyway, is that I began in this business because I needed to distance myself from what I was before. From that lower middle class Jewish girl from the Valley whose mother was always passed out on the couch, surrounded by a sticky puddle of whatever she was drinking on the floor, the overflowing ashtrays. Repulsive. I won’t even allow my clients to smoke around me. If they don’t like it, they can find another girl. I’m at a point in my career where I can make a few demands of my own, and I do.
I am someone else entirely now.
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That’s all you get for now, unless you’d like to pre-order it on Amazon….Meanwhile, you can pick up my Harlequin Spice anthology, NAUGHTY BITS, at your local bookstore or on Amazon, Barnes & Noble online, or Border’s online. This is an amazing collection of sexy stories from some of Spice’s best authors!
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