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

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

Celestial Seductions, Book 2

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Touch me.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Rafael, you can’t do this to me…”

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

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

“You’re teasing me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

THE WASTELAND SERIES
Coming from Samhain Publishing in May 2010!

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

There is only one rule in the Wasteland: survive.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

His life was stolen to keep their secrets…

Book Four of Children of the Goddess

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

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

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

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

EXCERPT:

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

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

“Help!”

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

Shadow.

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

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

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

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

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

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

His fog.

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

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

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

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

“Run.”

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

“Run now.”

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

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

Snap.

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

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

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

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

EXCERPT

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

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

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

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

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

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

His groin tightened.

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

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

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

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

She shivered.

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

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

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

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

“You seem distracted.”

“No, I’m fine.”

“I saw him.”

“Who?”

“That dark one watching you.”

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

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

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

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

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

“That’s why you’re here.”

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

“Nissa?”

“What? Sorry. Were you saying something?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’ll be all right?”

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

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

“I hope so.”

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

Nissa smiled, nodded.

Her adventure was about to begin.

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

The lovely K.B. Alan, author of PERFECT FORMATION and her latest release, ALPHA TURNED, both available from Ellora’s Cave, has decided to throw caution to the wind along with her interview virginity, and who better to steal her cherry than The Smutketeers? So, grab a warm towel and some lube, and let’s get down to business. We promise to be gentle…

Smutketeers~ALPHA TURNED is your second book. Why do you think you’ve held onto your interview virginity for so long? Did you make a pledge, or has the right interviewer simply not come along until now? (and we do congratulate you on choosing a five-some for your first time, adventurous girl!).

K.B.~I believe strongly in holding out for just the right person. Or persons – if that’s what the job calls for. Who better to take me gently until I’m ready to be…wait, I’m sorry, what were we talking about?

K.B.~Aren’t they just delicious? I can’t get enough of them, and yet, they’re all so different in their own ways. I think they’re perfect for the fantasy that is a good romance, where you just want to be swept up into something (and someone) so powerful, you know? Of course, in real life, I’d most likely freak out and run as fast as possible in the other direction.

Smutketeers ~Speaking of heroes, tell us about Zach, your sexy werewolf in ALPHA TURNED. Is he based on a real life person, or is he purely a lovely figment of your imagination?

K.B.~Zach isn’t based on anyone in real life, but he was my first hero, so I guess you could say he was my first love. He’s a kick-ass alpha but also the sweetest guy who really can’t believe how lucky he is to have Hillary in his life.

K.B.~My publisher doesn’t accept sex with animals, but is perfectly happy with sex between animals, and, as you so brilliantly put it, animalistic sex between humans. My editor asked me if I wanted to include a scene between Zach and Hillary as wolves, and I’ll admit I was a bit nervous about getting the right balance between animal instincts and human emotions and needs. But I gave it a shot and was pleased with how it turned out.

Smutketeers ~Your March 2009 release, PERFECT FORMATION, is a ménage story. Tell us about the complicated logistics involved in writing a threesome-and any other interesting details you’d care to include. I hear there’s some rope involved…

K.B.~I loved writing Perfect Formation, but there were definitely some challenges to getting all the body parts doing all the right things. I found that simply closing my eyes and imagining the choreography for long minutes helped quite a bit. I can honestly say it was never a chore for me! The key for these three was in letting Caleb take charge and seeing how Richard and Taryn would react, which usually involved melting into a puddle of goo at Caleb’s feet. Of course, the fact that they were ready and willing to let him do his thing didn’t stop him from pulling out the cuffs. And ropes. And ties.

K.B.~I like to imagine the Cristal life, too, but unfortunately it’s far from the truth for me! I live by myself so there are no distractions, and I don’t even turn on music. I usually have a can of Dr Pepper next to me as I curl up in my big, fluffy chair, with my laptop on my lap. Most of the time I’m wearing boxer shorts and a t-shirt. There seems to be a distinct lack of loincloth-clad houseboys, I’m afraid. I’ll need to work on that, though I’m not sure how much work I’d actually get done!

Smutketeers~Do your family and friends know you write erotic romance or do you have to pretend you write something more tame? Have they been supportive, or have they disowned you?

K.B.~At first, I didn’t tell anyone that I was writing. Once I got the first acceptance though, that was it. My coworkers even got me a cake on the day of my first release. It said “It’s a boy. No, it’s a girl. No, it’s a book!” Later, they realized they should have put “It’s a boy. No, it’s a girl. No, it’s two boys and a girl!” The day I got the acceptance, I called my parents, who are huge readers, and they were amazed and excited. Then I told them they couldn’t read it! I’ve told them I’ll let them know if I ever write anything they can read, but to be proud from a distance for now, lol. I’m not sure what I’d do if I had to keep this a separate part of my regular life, it’s become such a part of who I am. Thankfully I don’t have to as not one person in my life has been anything less than thrilled and encouraging.

K.B.~Right now I’m working on a BDSM story that may never see the light of day. I’m also working on a contemporary set in the same town as Perfect Formation, as well as a modern day fae warrior and the woman who lives to drive him insane.

Smutketeers ~Where can we find you on the Internet?

K.B.~I love visitors! I am at www.kbalan.com

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Smutketeers ~And now for some either/or questions, which we’ve found can be very revealing…
K.B. says:
~Boxers or Briefs? Boxers. On the floor, next to the bed.
~Vegas or Paris? Paris
~Cold beer or girly drink with an umbrella? Girly drink
~Cotton T-shirt or silk nightie? T-shirt for wandering around the house, nightie if there’s anyone else around, naked between the sheets (but the sheets have to be fabulous!)
~Romantic night in with a movie, or hot night out on the town? Romantic night in
~Cheeseburger or filet mignon? Filet mignon
~Tahiti beach vacation or Colorado ski trip? Tahiti
~chocolate or vanilla? Both
~kink or vanilla? Both! I know, I’m a complicated person :D

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Here’s a peek at K.B. Alan’s latest release, ALPHA TURNED:

Hillary is done with being haunted by the brutal rape that turned her into a werewolf four years ago. She’s made a normal life for herself and is determined to ignore the fact that the moon calls to her and she occasionally turns furry. She’s avoided werewolves since her one nightmare experience and sees no reason that should change.

The minute Zach scents Hillary he knows she’s his mate. Now he just has to convince her that being an alpha werewolf has its benefits. What better way than giving her himself? Body, mind and soul.

~To find out more, you can read an excerpt on her website:
www.kbalan.com/books/alpha-turned

Smutketeers ~Thanks for joining the Smutketeers today, and for handing over your interview cherry! Was it good for you…?

K.B.~I’m afraid you may have ruined me for all other interviewers…

K.B.~Thank you so much for having me! I would love to give away an ebook copy of Perfect Formation. Please leave a comment and you’ll be entered to win. The winner will be announced here on Tuesday, so be sure to check back!

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

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?

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And now, here’s the first behind the scenes look at A 21ST CENTURY COURTESAN…

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!

My short contemporary erotic story, SOUL STRANGERS, is now available at eHarlequin.com in a hot, sensual anthology bundle along with stories by two fabulous stars of erotica, Jina Bacarr and Delilah Devlin in the new EXOTIC EROTICA BUNDLE from Spice Briefs! You can buy it now at eHarlequin.com!

Here’s a peek at my story, SOUL STRANGERS:

She has come to Veracruz to heal. As the warm water of the Gulf envelops her, the ocean surges, swells, carresses her tender flesh. Suddenly he is standing there–a tanned, muscular stranger, beautiful and masculine, his smile brilliant and warm. She smiles back and he moves toward her. Soon, they touch, fondle, explore one another as the sensuous sea seduces them both. And as the sun descends, they discover new heights of passion and pleasure. Few words are spoken, no names are exchanged…yet for both of them, nothing will ever again be the same.

This Tuesday, November 11th, listen to my interview on Sirius Satellite’s Playboy Radio’s Night Calls with adult superstar Christy Canyon! I’ll be talking about my October release, FORBIDDEN FRUIT, which was recently profiled in Cosmopolitan magazine’s Red Hot Reads. I’ll be on around 5:00PM PST. I never know what will happen on the air-Playboy is always tons of fun! Should be interesting…I might read an excerpt, give sex advice on the air, or whatever Christy thinks of-and believe me, she has a vivid imagination! This is my food fetish book ,and I plan to bring Christy a basket of strawberries and whipped cream…Stop by if you can.

Meanwhile, check out my interview online at Joyfully Reviewed!