I’m having a very exciting day! SUMMER SOLSTICE is #77 on Amazon’s top 100 list for Kindle Contemporary Romance!
And…TEMPT ME TWICE is #88 on Amazon’s top 100 list for Kindle Romance!
It’s rankings divisible by 11 day-lol! (At the moment, anyway-rankings change hourly). And to celebrate, why not have a contest? Here it is:
Anyone who’s enjoyed either of these books and posts a review on Amazon, Barnes & Noble, the Samhain site or Goodreads will be eligible to win a copy of any of my Samhain backlist books! You can see them all here: http://samhainpublishing.com/authors/eden-bradley
BLOODSONG isn’t out yet, so it’s not up for grabs yet-but I will throw my BDSM novella, BREAKING SKYE , available at Phaze Publishing, into the hat.
Just post your review link here, as well as which of my e-books you want and you’ll be entered to win! I’ll choose a winner next Friday, September 3rd, and will announce it here, as well as on our Smutketeers Yahoo group. And have you joined our Yahoo group yet? We’re all on there, chatting about our books, running special loop contests, posting pics-all sorts of fun stuff! You can join HERE.
Thanks to all our Smutkedettes for buying my books! All For Smut, and Smut For All!
Eden :)
Prize #1: copies of the first two books in my Celestial Seductions series, WINTER SOLSTICE and SPRING EQUINOX. …and the winner of prize package #1 is: Kris M.!!!!!
Prize #2: A copy of my erotic menage story, TEMPT ME TWICE, along with my latest Harlequin Spice Briefs erotic train story, NIGHT MOVES! …and the winner of prize package #2 is: Anna Shah Hoque!!!
Winners-please email me at: eden_bradley@yahoo.com with ‘Summer Solstice prize winner’ in the subject line to collect your prizes! And congrats!
Don’t forget to buy your copy of my latest release, SUMMER SOLSTICE now at Samhain, or on Amazon and other online outlets!
Stay tuned-tomorrow we’ll have a visit with authors Inez Kelly and Ginny Glass, talking about their new book, DIRTY LAUNDRY!
I’m so excited to announce that my latest Samhain book, SUMMER SOLSTICE, has been released and is available now at MBaM, Amazon and other online outlets! SUMMER SOLSTICE
Book Three in the Celestial Seductions Series
This summer is going to be twice as hot…
The view from Leigh’s front porch was never this nice. In fact, her hunky new neighbor is sparking all kinds of naughty ideas about how to beat the heat. Much to her delight, the feeling is mutual—as long as they keep things light. Her divorce left her a little lonely, but far from needy.
Jared doesn’t plan to spend much time in his new place before jetting off on his next photojournalism assignment. Leigh’s classic, California blonde looks are any man’s fantasy. A little flirting, a little playful, neighborly car washing, and it isn’t long until their summer fling is in full swing.
Neither can imagine the sex being any hotter—until Jared’s sometime roommate and lover, Matteo, comes to town. In the arms of two men, Leigh brings her ultimate fantasy into scorching reality.
Jared revels in the chance to command his two lovers’ every move, but when he gets the call for his next overseas gig, he’s not so sure he’s ready for the fireworks to end. And even as Leigh gives her two lovers the most precious gift—their freedom—she wonders how she’ll find the strength to say goodbye.
Warning: Hot M/M/F ménage, sex in public places (sort of—read it and you’ll see!), every possible orifice filled (some simultaneously), a big, sexy, bossy alpha, an equally hot beta and a little spanking for good measure. Because let’s face it, who doesn’t need a little spanking now and then?
*** EXCERPT-Warning-X-rated!
“Jared…”
“What is it, darlin’?”
“Undress me, please.”
A small chuckle from him, then he pulled her dress over her head in one smooth motion. Matteo reached out and caressed one taut nipple with his fingertip.
“Beautiful breasts, Leigh. Damn perfect, really. I could write a song about them.”
She laughed, feeling freer than she ever had in her life, somehow. Powerful, desired by these two men.
“It’s true,” Matteo insisted, leaning forward and laying a soft kiss where his fingertip had been.
“Oh…”
Pleasure surged through her, her breasts aching, her lacy panties soaked. She was vaguely aware of Jared undressing behind her, but Matteo’s touch, his mouth, were making her crazy. His fingers were still stroking the undersides of her breasts as he feathered his lips over her nipple.
“Come on, Matteo,” she told him. Pleaded with him.
“I like that you’re eager,” he murmured.
“We’re just getting started,” Jared said, pulling her back, until she was reclining on his naked body.
He was a solid wall of flesh behind her—solid chest, tight abs, hard cock. His hand slid down between her thighs, his fingers teasing at the edge of her panties.
“Shall we take these off, Matteo?”
A sharp squeeze in her sex at the idea of being completely naked with them.
“Oh, yeah. Let me…”
Matteo sat up and ran both hands down over her sides, her thighs, and she parted them, wanting his touch, and Jared’s.
“You are eager,” Matteo said, smiling, his mouth soft and loose. He slid his fingers beneath the waistband and pulled down, slowly, slowly, his smile widening as her damp sex was revealed. “Ah, beautiful. You’re so wet already.” He pushed the scrap of lace down her legs. “I need to taste her, Jared.”
“Yes. Do it.”
Jared’s hands came around her, held her thighs, moving them wide apart. Then his hands slid in, until he reached her swollen pussy lips, and he held them open with his fingers. She was shaking, desire coursing through her like flame, scorching her.
“I love to feel your thighs shaking,” Jared whispered into her hair. “I love to see your nipples go dark and hard. I love to see you wanting. I’m going to love it even more when Matteo dives in and licks your sweet cunt. When he sucks on your hard little clit. When he makes you come in my arms.”
“Oh…”
She was too dizzy to speak. She could only watch with heavy-lidded eyes as Matteo did exactly as Jared had said he would. He leaned in, and his dark hair was like strands of silk on her thighs as he licked her, his tongue wet and impossibly hot. All the way up her slit, then down again. Gently, so softly it was driving her mad immediately. That, and the safety of Jared’s strong arms around her, his fingers hurting her a little as he held her open for Matteo’s searching mouth.
She could not believe this was happening. She could not believe how good this felt.
“I’m going to come.”
“Not yet,” Jared commanded. “Take a deep breath. For me. For us.”
She inhaled, held the air in her lungs. But Matteo never stopped, his tongue assaulting her, pushing into her now.
“Yes, that’s it, Matteo. Fuck her with your tongue.”
That hot tongue pushed deeper, slid out, then in again, the rhythm pure, wet pleasure.
“That’s so good, Matteo,” she murmured.
Her hips arched into his mouth, and Matteo’s hand moved around her waist, slipped behind her. Jared moaned as he shifted to let Matteo take his hard cock in his hand.
Jesus, she was really going to come.
“Jared…”
“Hold it back, my girl. I want him to stroke me. I want him to take us both to the edge.”
“Oh, God…”
*** CONTEST!!!!
I can’t have a book release without a contest to celebrate, so here it is:
Post about SUMMER SOLSTICE on your Facebook, Twitter, blog, or website, and be eligible to win one of two prizes! Just come back here and post, letting me know where you’ve talked about SUMMER SOLSTICE. But I also want to know what your reading preferences are: do you prefer twosomes, threesomes, moresomes? Do you think a twosome is more romantic, or do you believe you can still have a strong romance with multiple partners ending in a poly relationship? And do you care if the sex scenes are hot enough? Does it depend on the story?
Here are the prizes: Prize #1: copies of the first two books in my Celestial Seductions series, WINTER SOLSTICE and SPRING EQUINOX. Prize #2: A copy of my erotic menage story, TEMPT ME TWICE, along with my latest Harlequin Spice Briefs erotic train story, NIGHT MOVES!
I’ll announce the winners here on Tuesday, August 17th, after I return from visiting the divine R.G Alexander. :)
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I hope you’ll all SUMMER SOLSTICE! And visit me today on author Kelly L. Stone’s blog-I’ll be running another contest over there. I’ll also be on the Samhain Cafe Yahoo loop where I’ll be chatting with readers, as well as on the Novel Works Facebook page all day. I hope you’ll come by and visit!
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 story in the Smutketeers’ Wasteland anthology, Book Three: THE BREEDER, was supposed to release tomorrow, but it’s out now! Buy it now at MBAM or on Amazon! To celebrate, I’m posting an excerpt and having a contest because Yay! for free stuff! Here we go…
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.
More than a century later, humanity struggles in the desert Wasteland that was left. The solar radiation rendered most women infertile, and the population dwindles more with each year that passes. Scattered up and down coasts, isolated cities eke out an existence from fishing, foraging and hunting for what little game remains. Outside the city walls, men face the threat of pirates and raiders.
Few women remain, divided into four classes—Wanderers, Whores, Breeders and Priestesses. They are as reviled as they are worshiped, a commodity any man must pay to touch.
There is only one rule in the Wasteland—survive.
Book One: THE WANDERER — Crystal Jordan, May 4, 2010
Book Two: THE WHORE — Lilli Feisty, May 11, 2010
Book Three: THE BREEDER — Eden Bradley, May 18, 2010
Book Four: THE PRIESTESS — R.G. Alexander, May 25, 2010
THE BREEDER, Book Three in the Wasteland Series
Destined to serve the desires of an entire city, all she wants is one man. Or maybe two…
Wasteland, Book 3
Born to the Temple, Nitara knows the Great Goddess’s plan for her: to bring life into what is left of an arid and wasted Earth. Since puberty she has been trained to arouse and titillate, to ensure the continuation of the human race.
As is the custom, the man captured for her is strong of blood, though considered little more than a wild animal. Yet when she looks into his eyes, she sees no primitive creature, but the man whose face and hands haunt her sensual dreams.
For Akaash, a hunter and warrior, it’s his shame that he will be sacrificed to a goddess he doesn’t believe in, for a people who are not his own, leaving behind his Wanderer clan—and his bonded lover, Dhatri. Locked in the bowels of the Temple, he has a month to ponder his fate, all while falling helplessly under the spell of the virgin temptress who will soon take his life.
With each tortuously erotic encounter, however, Akaash realizes that Nitara is as much a prisoner as he. If he can just get a message out to Dhatri, there may be a slim chance both of them can escape… Warning: Sexual acts in a prison cell, by the sea, in the desert, on an altar, with every possible combination of dirty deeds between two men and one very lucky woman, and all of it hot enough to melt sand! And her panties. If she were wearing any.
* * * !!!!!!!WARNING! X-Rated Excerpt Ahead!!!!!!!
“Do something for me now, Nitara.”
“I will do whatever you ask.”
“Give me your pleasure.”
She smiled, light filling her heart. He wanted from her the one thing she was able to give.
She stripped her robe off and stood close to the iron bars. His gaze was hungry as she stroked her palms over her belly, her thighs, her breasts.
“Yes, draw out your nipples as I would with my tongue, could I reach you. Ah, beautiful. I’ve never seen anyone so beautiful, Nitara.”
She shivered, holding the hardening flesh of her nipples between her fingers, stroking, pulling on them. Pleasure suffused her. Her clitoris grew hard, needy. The anticipation of awaiting his instruction was strange and thrilling.
“Tell me what you want, Akaash.”
“Part your thighs for me so that I can see your lovely cunt. So pink…I can see how wet you are. I need to taste you again, Nitara.”
She slipped her fingers into her slick juices. She was shaking with need as she held a trembling hand between the bars that separated them, held her damp fingers to his lips, as she had done before. He leaned forward, took her fingers between his lush lips, and sucked.
“Ah, Akaash…”
Pleasure was like the sun, burning into her skin, arcing through her body.
He let her fingers go, but she couldn’t pull away. Instead, she explored the contours of his face, tracing over his mouth, his beard-stubbled chin, finding a long scar on his cheek. It only made him more beautiful, somehow, that he had survived hardship.
He turned his face and kissed her fingers as he had done before, lingering kisses, his lips soft on her skin. She turned her hand over, and he pressed his mouth to her palm. Her heart fluttered in her chest.
She felt stunned by his touch. Immobilized.
“Nitara,” he whispered, his breath warm on her palm. “Come for me.”
* * * And now for my Dark or Dirty contest!
This week I’ll give away two prizes, but you have to tell me if you’re Dark or Dirty. If you’re Dark, you could win a copy of my vampire story, THE SEEKING KISS, Book One in my Midnight Playground Series (Book Two, BLOODSONG, is coming soon!). If you’re Dirty, you could win a copy of my BDSM novella, BREAKING SKYE. You can read about both books on my website. Just post here on the Smutketeers blog this week. I’ll choose and announce the winners next Sunday night (May 23rd).
Speaking of my website, I just it redesigned to match the site for my new persona, Eve Berlin! My first Eve book, PLEASURE’S EDGE, a BDSM novel for Berkley Heat, will be out in October! Eve will be here to blog about it in the fall, so stay tuned. Meanwhile, take a peek at my new website!
You can browse all of my books, see what’s coming up next, and hop over to my Eve Berlin site to see what’s new with my evil twin.
Be sure to check back here for the contest winners, and for the release of the last book in the series, R.G.’s THE PRIESTESS, next week! You can find the entire Wasteland series at Samhain, and you can buy THE BREEDER there, or on Amazon!
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!
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.
More than a hundred years later, humanity struggles in the desert Wasteland that was left. The solar radiation rendered most women infertile, and the population dwindles more with each year that passes. Scattered up and down coasts, isolated cities eke out an existence from fishing, foraging, and hunting for what little game remains. Outside the city walls, men face the threat of pirates and raiders.
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.”
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’sUNTAMED, 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!
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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?
Smutketeers ~Alpha heroes-what is it about them?
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.
Smutketeers ~Any plans to write Zach’s brother, Aaron’s, story?
K.B.~Aaron’s already married! I really enjoyed Mountain View and its many inhabitants and I think it would be a lot of fun to return to them at some point. Plus, there’s just something so sexy about writing werewolves, I’m sure they’ll be calling to me again.
Smutketeers ~When writing shapeshifters, where do you think you have to draw the line between animalistic sex and um…sex with an animal? Is this determined by the publishing industry, your particular publisher or by the author?
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.
Smutketeers ~We like to imagine all of our fellow smut-peddlers lounging around in satin PJ’s, a glass of 1986 Cristal Reserve in one hand and Godiva chocolates in the other, putting each down long enough to type a few precious words while your loincloth-clad houseboy fans you or massages exotic oils into your shoulders…but then, being writers ourselves, we understand that real life is sometimes a bit different. What happens when you sit down to write? Do you have any writing rituals?
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.
Smutketeers ~What are you working on now?
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?
* * * 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
* * * 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.
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…
Smutketeers ~Funny, so many have said exactly the same thing to us! Authors we’ve interviewed, men we’ve…um…back to K.B.
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!
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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