I’m absolutely thrilled to announce the release of EVERSONG, Book Four in my Midnight Playground vampire series! I’ve had so much reader mail about Ever, my favorite vampire! Of course I still adore Aleron and all the others, but something about Ever just gets to me-and to my readers, too, apparently. We’ve all been waiting for this book and it’s finally here, so I had to find a big way to celebrate! What better way to do it than by talking to Ever himself? Without further ado, here he is, my darling, wicked Ever.
Eden: Thank you so much for coming by the Smutketeers blog to talk with us today. What would you like readers to know about you?
Ever: Anything for you, my pet. I do love that you describe me as wicked. There is something wicked about vampires. I don’t mean intrinsically evil. We are not creatures from hell, as some may think-we are simply different. But it is more about our body chemistry than any spiritual matter. We are wicked by nature only in that we are more primitive, primal beings. We have an enormous lust for all things sensual, and that basic, animal nature means we don’t fight the powerful urge to pursue our desires, whether it’s for blood, decadent luxuries, or sex. Especially sex.
Eden: If you’re going to wink at me like that I’ll never be able to think straight enough to finish this interview! Where were we? Oh yes, the sex. You vampires are pretty open-minded when it comes to sex.
Ever: Sex is every bit as necessary for us as blood. Moreso, perhaps. I can go days without blood, but sex…only in the greatest depths of my lassitude have I gone even a day without the divine pleasures of the flesh, and that has happened to me only twice in my very long life. Sex for vampires is purely uninhibited. And pure in that we don’t see it as anything taboo, nothing connected to shame or inhibition. There is something beautiful in that kind of sex. I think it’s something mortals experience all too rarely.
Not all of us are prone to the more extreme kink, but many of us are, including myself, as you may have noticed. Again, I believe it’s that primal nature. And when you’ve lived for a few hundred years-or more, as in my case-it takes something a bit more extreme to keep us entertained. I don’t see that as a bad thing, do you?
Eden: Absolutely not. In fact, it may be one of my favorite things about you. But then, you are one of my favorite things.
Ever: Come over here and whisper that in my ear, my darling Eden.
Eden: You really don’t want me to finish this interview, do you?
Ever: Would that be such a bad thing?
Eden:You are a bad thing!
Ever: You say that as if it’s something to be ashamed of. But you just said you like that about me.
Eden: (fanning self) Um…maybe we should get back to the interview?
Ever: Certainly.
Eden: Why don’t you tell us a little about your book, EVERSONG?
Ever: In EVERSONG I meet Mercy and Deo, a pair of fledgling vampires who were both created in an unsanctioned manner, Mercy by the rogue vampire Gauis, and Deo, in turn, by her. The Vampire Council, whom you’ll meet in this book, must decide if Mercy and Deo are to be punished for their crimes. I don’t believe they should be punished, and take them under my protection. And I swear it is not only because I find them both so exquisite, so irresistible. They are great beauties, both of them. But you will see that for yourselves…and how we hunt the evil Gaius, even as he hunts Mercy.
Eden: You mentioned the Vampire Council. What can you tell us about them?
Ever: These are the vampires who helped me create the Council and the Midnight Playground clubs all over Europe, and many of them will eventually have their own stories. They are a diverse group, all of them beautiful in the way vampires always are. I believe the first of Part Two in the Midnight Playground series will be Ramsey’s story, and his is a tragic tale which began several centuries ago in New Orleans, and ends in Madrid.
Eden: I can hardly wait to start writing those stories, but I have several books to finish first. While we’re waiting, maybe we should take a small peek at EVERSONG.
EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT (you won’t see it anywhere else until you read the book!):WARNING-X-RATED!
Mercy smiled, and Ever turned onto his back. She raised herself onto her arm, leaned in to kiss him softly on the mouth. She drew back to let Deo do the same. And felt lust squeeze deep in her body, cunt and belly and breasts, watching their mouths join.
“Ah, seeing the two of you kiss… I’ve never seen anything like it,” she whispered in awe. “Never seen anything more erotic.”
Ever smiled even as he pressed his mouth harder to Deo’s. He reached for her, his hand finding her breast. He squeezed her nipple hard, making her gasp, making her laugh. Deo growled, pulled his mouth from Ever’s.
“Come here, love.”
She moved in, kissed Deo’s soft mouth, her body going hot all over. And absolutely soaking wet when Ever slipped his hand between her thighs.
“You’re more than ready,” he said.
She pulled away from Deo’s mouth, looking into his ocean eyes as she answered Ever’s question. “Yes.”
“But you need more.” Ever suggested.
Without taking her gaze from Deo’s, she said, “I want to see the two of you. I want to see Deo’s beautiful mouth on your cock.”
Ever laughed. “So do I.”
Deo grinned at her, and she sat up on her knees to watch as he knelt next to Ever’s beautiful body, which was all sleek planes and angles. Deo bent his head, his dark curls falling over his cheeks. He stroked Ever’s long, pale cock with his fingers.
“Suck me, Deo,” Ever commanded.
Deo licked his lips. Her pussy clenched as he leaned in and took just the swollen tip of Ever’s cock between his lips. Ever groaned softly.
“Ah, God,” she murmured.
Deo lifted his head. “Is this what you wanted to see, Mercy? Ever’s cock in my mouth. Down my throat?”
His blue-green eyes were sparkling. His own cock was a thick shaft of rigid flesh between his muscular thighs.
“Oh yes. I want to see you take command of him. To see you render him helpless with desire, as you do to me.”
“Ah, you two will kill me with desire,” Ever moaned. “Come and kiss me while he gives me head, my lovely Mercy.”
Ever reached for her as Deo bent to his task once more. And as her mouth met Ever’s, his lips and breath, that unearthly combination of cool flesh and wet heat, she went loose all over. He tasted like eternity. Sex. Deo’s flesh and her own. It was intoxicating. His tongue was pure silk against hers. His teeth grazed her lower lip for a moment before he bit.
The first drop of blood on his tongue and she felt it like a shock—that connection once more, as strong as it had been when they’d all been fucking. She felt Ever’s pleasure as Deo swallowed his cock. The great pleasure Deo took in Ever’s stony flesh. Ever’s hand working at Deo’s cock in long, hard strokes. Their sensations merged, became her own. She felt it like some sublime heat blossoming between her thighs.
She moaned, opened her thighs, and without her asking for what she needed, Ever’s other hand moved over her wet cleft. His clever fingers found the hard nub of her clit and pressed, rubbed, pinched.
She panted into his mouth. He pinched harder. At the same time, Deo’s hand found her breast, tugged hard at her nipple. She came apart all at once, came in a sharp torrent of sensation, gasping into Ever’s open mouth. He kissed her harder, pinched her clit harder, until the pain was nearly unbearable. But unbearably sweet at the same time.
Her head spun as her climax thundered through her. From some distant place she heard Deo cry out, felt the pulsing of his cock as he came in Ever’s hand. And still he sucked on Ever’s cock. As Ever finally came in a hot spurt down Deo’s throat, she tasted the salt and sugar of his vampiric come. And saw into his past.
A woman with golden hair falling in rippling waves around her full hips. She turned, and Mercy saw her face—heart-shaped with high, rounded cheekbones. Flawless. Beautiful. Except there was a strange light in her eyes that were the gray of a storm-tossed sea.
She smelled the salt, then. Looked beyond the woman and saw a ragged line of cliffs that let into the ocean.
“Ever,” the woman said.
He moved to join her.
Vérún
His love for her filled her heart. Her mind, as he joined her at the mouth of the cave. Together they stood as the sun sank and the sky went dark. He held her in his arms, her naked breasts pressed to his chest. He was hard for her. Yearning for her. She lowered her head to his chest, bit into the flesh below his nipple, and he cried out as she drank. He saw her darkness. It filled his head even as his cock swelled.
Need to be inside her. To have her. To keep her safe.
Keep her with me…
Vérún.
* * *
CONTEST! To enter, visit my website and look at my other Midnight Playground books, then tell me either which cover ~or~ which blurb is the most enticing to you. You’ll be entered to win copies of any two of the winners choice of my Samhain e-book back list (you can see them on my website or on my Samhain page) ~and~ a $20.00 Amazon or B&N gift card ~and~ a copy of my Midnight Playground prequel short, EVER: THE TURNING! I’ll choose a winner and announce it here on the night of Monday, October 10th, so be sure to check back! (**Note: I’ll be traveling that day, so if I’m late, blame Ever-he won’t mind. *G*)
* * *
You can buy EVERSONG now! Samhain Publishing * Amazon * B&N *
Hello, Smut-world! I’m Vivi Andrews and I’d like to thank the rockstar-goddess Smutketeers for having me around today to celebrate my new release – the lion-shifter sexiness of Serengeti Sunrise, share a sneak peek inside the story, and submit to a little friendly interrogation. And now, to the questions!
Beer or Girly drink with an umbrella? Girly drinks all the way. 100-proof pretty pastels. Cowboy or fireman? Gotta be the cowboys. Saddle up! Vanilla or chocolate? Both. Paris or Tahiti? Both – and every other destination I can get. Hugs or Kisses? Kisses. Boxers, briefs or commando? Any of the above? What a man wears on his business is his business… Steak or sushi? Sushi! Vampire or shape shifter? Shifters! I pass out when I give blood, so the whole suck-me-dry thing has never really appealed, but I do love that animalism. Mmm, baser instincts. Jeans or stilettos? Both. Quiet dinner in front of the fire or hot night on the town? Both. Carried off into the sunset on the back of a galloping stallion or in the luxury of a racy corvette? The corvette… or more likely a Nissan GT-R or on the back of a Ducati. Tropical beach or mountain cabin? Both. (Provided they both have indoor plumbing. I like nature, but the smell of an outhouse can somewhat dampen the appeal of that mountain seclusion…) Hot man in blue jeans or an Italian suit? Both… the clothes don’t make the man.
Okay, yes, I cheated with a bunch of the “both” answers, but that’s part of why I write – so I don’t have to pick just one version of happily-ever, but can sample all the possibilities of what turns my crank. So my question to you, dear readers, for the chance to win a shiny new copy of Serengeti Sunrise, what is your favorite brand of creature that goes bump in the night?
And while you’re thinking that over, here’s a taste of Sunrise….
No strings? Try hopelessly tangled.
Zoe King is itching to get out of Three Rocks. Sure, the pride is more progressive with her brother in charge. She’s just got a bad case of wanderlust…and an even worse case of the hots for Tyler Minor.
The pride’s mechanic sets her senses on fire one second, then shuts down and walks away the next. Before she hits the road for good, this lioness decides it’s time to bring their cat-and-mouse game to a satisfying end.
Twenty years ago, Tyler’s father walked out and left him with a mountain of responsibility. Now that his younger siblings are settled, the last thing he wants or needs is another obligation. Which is exactly what he’ll get if he screws around with the Alpha’s sister.
When Zoe offers—more like demands—a no-strings affair, temptation wins and he finds his hands in places they shouldn’t be, and his thoughts straying to words like his. But Zoe’s got her own ideas about possessive, chest-banging males. And they don’t include white picket fences…or letting Tyler keep her out of the danger zone when an outside threat to the pride’s secrecy becomes all too real.
EXCERPT:
He turned to face her, his eyes narrowed and hands loose around his hips like a gunslinger. As they faced one another across the length of the garage, she felt that high-noon feeling herself. Tension snapped in the air, the unavoidable sense that something was coming. Something that had been bearing down on them for a while now.
Love or war. Whichever it was, there wasn’t any middle ground. They’d burned it all away with the friction of the last year.
“Coward?” he asked, his voice a soft, dark rumble.
“You have another word you’d prefer?” She strolled across the concrete floor, adding an extra sway to her hips as she came to stand directly in front of him. “Chicken? Pussy, perhaps?”
“Don’t push me, Zoe.” He rumbled the warning.
“Or what? You gonna show me who’s boss? Or are you just gonna run away like you always do? Like a coward.”
His lips pulled back from his teeth in a snarl and he loomed over her. She could practically feel his lion pushing against his skin, burning with the need to prove to her, once and for all, which one of them would end up on top if it ever came down to a battle for dominance. He might play at being civilized, but Tyler wanted to make her submit. She could see it in the luminous feline gold of his eyes.
“Are you going to kiss me or throttle me?” Zoe tipped her chin back, meeting his eyes with a blatant challenge. “Whichever you’re going to do, do it now. Because I’m sick of waiting for you to make up your mind.”
“What makes you think I didn’t make up my mind months ago and you just can’t take a hint?”
“What hint was that? The way you stare at me when you think I’m not looking? How you take the longest possible path between your bungalow and the garage each evening just so you can go past my house? Or maybe the fact that you can’t tell when I’m in heat because you always want me?”
He turned away, striding toward the door. “That’s quite a healthy ego you have there.”
“It’s all in my head, is that it?” He put his hand on the door and Zoe felt her composure fracture. “Dammit, Tyler! What the fuck is your deal?” He didn’t turn back to her, but he didn’t open the door either. She shouted at his back. “You want me. I’ve made it embarrassingly obvious I want you too. So what is the big problem?”
“Your brother…”
“I’m twenty-seven years old. I don’t have to ask his permission to fuck whoever the hell I want.”
He turned, leaning his shoulders against the door, one hand still resting on the knob. “He’s the Alpha—”
“So what? This has nothing to do with him. He doesn’t even have to know.”
“He’ll know.”
“Who the fuck cares? Because I’m the Alpha’s sister, I’m not allowed to get any?”
“I don’t want any more commitments in my life. I’m sick of being responsible for everyone.”
“Who’s talking about a commitment? I’m talking about sex. Fucking. Screwing. Banging our brains out. No strings attached. I never asked you for a fucking commitment, dumbass.”
“It’s never going to be no strings. Not with the Alpha’s sister.”
“God, I am so sick of being the Alpha’s sister. I’m Zoe. Can we just have one conversation that doesn’t include Landon?”
Tyler thunked his head back against the door. “Look, Zoe, if I wanted to stay here at the pride for the rest of my life and mate with a little lioness who’d give me lots of fat babies, you’d be the first person I’d—”
She cut him off with a solid punch to his shoulder that made him wince. “You asshole. Would you listen to me for five seconds? I don’t want to marry you. I’m not Mara the fucking baby-making machine. If you tried to give me a picket fence, I would rip up the posts and shove them up your ass. So stop trying to put me in that box.” She slapped her palms flat on his chest, baring her teeth up at him. “I want sex. And I want it from you. So do you want me or not? Because I’m done waiting. We’re deciding this, once and for all. Are you a man or what? Because for someone with the teeth of an alpha lion, you’re awfully fucking scared of me.”
Serengeti Sunrise: Releasing May 10th. Available for pre-order at Samhain and Amazon.
And, as part of the release celebration, I’m also giving away several books at my blog ; Swing on by and comment for another chance to win.
THE TURNING KISS, the next book in my hot and sexy Midnight Playground vampire series is finally here!
It started in Book One, THE SEEKING KISS, where I introduced Ilana, Nissa’s best friend. Ilana is a bit cool, a bit too controlled, so she was the perfect candidate for her own story. I love a challenge-and so do my vampires-and my burly Scotsman, Calam, who made his debut in Book Two, BLOODSONG.
My readers first witnessed Calam’s dungeon play with my kinky French vampire, Aleron, so we already know a little sumthin’ about him. *G* The vampires at the Midnight Playground love him for his incredible strength and stamina, and Ilana will, too-Ilana and the pair of sultry, dark vampires who appear in THE TURNING KISS. Konstantine and Luka are a bonded pair, recently arrived in London from the Moscow club. The mysteriously sexy Konstantine has a dangerous side he can barely control. The gentler Luka has a certain sweetness about him, despite his tendency to drink human blood and his preference for some rough BDSM play. Ilana and Calam find them both impossible to resist, and that combination of the dark and dangerous, the beautiful and sweet, only make these vampires more appealing. Add in my favorite vampire, the ancient Ever, and this will be an erotic adventure neither will ever forget.
Let’s take a look:
They have nothing to lose…except the one gift they never expected to find.
Midnight Playground, Book 3
Ilana escaped a life of sex slavery, using her extraordinary beauty to survive among the few remaining wealthy humans in London. But she has higher aspirations. For two years she has haunted the BDSM dungeons of the Midnight Playground, hungering for The Turning Kiss—that deep drink that will make her one of them. An immortal vampire.
Turned out onto the streets of Edinburgh as a child, Calam’s tortured path led him to a job at the club, where he also engages in exotic and dangerous sex play with its clientele. Craving, like Ilana, the eternal escape of the Turning Kiss.
Ilana is undeniably drawn to the beautiful Scotsman, but she has no time to waste; the club takes no one over thirty. When a sinfully compelling vampire pair brings them together for an unusual foursome, she and Calam are shocked to discover it isn’t the vampires they crave, it’s the tenderness and emotion they feel for each other.
After years of seeking to feel something, anything, other than the pain of the past, the ultimate gift is within Ilana’s reach. Yet the cost—leaving her heart behind with a mortal—could be more than she can bear.
* * *
EXCERPT: Warning! X-Rated!
“Are you ready for more?” Luka asked, tilting her chin in his hand. Heat rushed through her system at his touch. The intensity of his preternatural gaze as he looked into her eyes.
“Oh, yes. I’m ready,” she told him. It was the truth. She was burning with a hard, driving lust once more.
Luka smiled. The doors to the room opened. And Konstantine walked in, along with the most ancient vampire she had ever seen.
Ever.
So exquisite, everything else in the room—everyone—momentarily faded from view. He was even taller than Konstantine, and a stark contrast to the Russian vampire’s hard, dark looks. Ever was pale, as pale as white marble, his skin gleaming in a way she’d never seen before. His hair was just as pale, long and tied back from his face. And his face…his features were even prettier than Luka’s. Androgynous. So lovely it was difficult to look at him, to take it all in. His eyes were absolutely black, so dark they were like two pieces of glittering jet. Impossible to read. Mysterious. She had no idea if he’d been born with eyes so dark, or if it had more to do with his ancient nature.
She felt overwhelmed simply looking at him. In awe. Of his age, which seemed to emanate from his long, lean body. In awe of the force of his presence. And the pain so clearly etched on his features.
What must it be like to experience centuries, to carry those experiences with you?
But just as clearly as the awe was the heat building in her body as Ever and Konstantine strode across the room. The heat she felt from Calam next to her. Even the desire building in Luka’s vampiric body.
Konstantine was smiling at them, his fangs peeking at the edges of his lush mouth. There were no words, just Konstantine reaching for Luka, tearing his clothes from his body. The small ripping sound as fabric and leather gave way. Then Konstantine pushed Luka back on the bed, and in moments his own clothes were gone. His body was all hard, masculine lines, taut muscle, a sprinkling of dark hair on his chest. His nipples were nearly bronze. Erect. She wanted to touch them. To take them into her mouth. To watch Luka do it himself.
But it was Ever who came up behind Konstantine, his pale hands sliding around the darker vampire’s body. He pinched Konstantine’s nipples in his fingers, and Konstantine shivered, his eyes fluttering closed. Ilana watched as Ever pinched again, twisting the swollen flesh. She watched as Konstantine’s enormous cock twitched. And her body went soft and hot all over. Aching with the need to be touched. Fucked. For them to drink from her. To do as they wanted with her.
And in the back of her mind was that now-constant awareness of Calam.
Konstantine’s eyes opened, and he leaned over Luka, reaching for Ilana. He filled his palms with her breasts, and she arched into him.
“So beautiful, our ice princess,” he murmured, thumbing her nipples, then giving them a sharp pinch.
“Oh…”
“Yes, your sighs are so pretty,” Konstantine said. “Shall we hear some more?”
His hand slipped down over her stomach, his fingers driving into her soaking pussy, and her body clenched in response.
“Ah, yes, spectacular,” Konstantine said. “But what might happen should we all have our hands on you at once? Our mouths. Our cocks. Will it take all of us to melt you?”
She shivered, desire screaming in her veins.
Yes. Yes. Yes…
Konstantine leaned farther, over Luka, and Luka took his partner’s cock in his mouth and began to suck him hard. Konstantine drove his fingers deeper into Ilana’s body. And next to her, Calam pressed against her side, his mouth going to her nipple, sucking, tugging, biting just hard enough. And finally Ever bent over her and kissed her.
Sensation was like the brilliance of the sun shining through the windows, dazzling her. Ever’s mouth was a stunning contradiction of hard and soft. He tasted of honey and the weight of the centuries. He tasted of stone and moss and some flavor that was more a high-pitched sound just out of her reach than it was something she could taste.
She was writhing, on the edge instantly. Calam’s mouth was so hot on her breast, his hand kneading the full flesh. Konstantine’s thrusting fingers, driving pleasure deeper, deeper. And finally, Luka reached under her somehow and pushed into her ass with his fingers, soaked in the juices from her wet and aching sex.
Ever’s tongue twined with hers, the sweetness almost more than she could bear. That and the pleasure assaulting her from everywhere. Every orifice. Every angle. She forced herself to keep her eyes open, to watch Luka swallowing Konstantine’s cock, Ever’s hand still torturing Konstantine’s nipple.
Calam was pressing into her side, his hips working, his cock rubbing against her. She needed to feel him inside her. To feel some cock in her body.
Please…
Ever pulled his mouth from hers, laughing, a strangely hollow sound. “Then you shall have it,” he said, his voice deep. Ancient.
Another long, undulating shiver of pure pleasure at his words. Then everything shifted, so quickly she couldn’t keep up. Calam was kneeling between her thighs, his silver gaze boring into hers. He rose over her, slipped one arm around her body and pulled her upright, her breasts pressing against the taut planes of his chest. She swore she could feel his heart beating against hers. Just as erratic. Just as wild. She held on to his broad shoulders, loving the bulge of muscle beneath her hands. Her legs were draped over his thighs, strong and solid beneath her. Ever was behind her, his hands between their bodies. He pumped Calam’s cock a few times, then guided him to her sex. Calam arched, thrusting his cock inside her.
“Ah…”
Pleasure was sharp as a blade, stabbing into her body. And Calam’s gaze on hers still. His mouth was loose, his plush lips red. She tilted her chin and kissed him.
His mouth was sweet with the tea they’d drunk together, which seemed a thousand years ago, as his tongue plunged into her mouth, his cock drove into her body. And behind her was the odd heat and coolness that was ancient vampire skin and muscle. Ever smoothed his hands over her back, her ass. And as Calam fucked her, Ever began to spank her.
One hard slap on her ass, then another. Pain was simply another layer of pleasure. Her hips arched into Calam, wanting to take his cock deeper. Then she surged back into Ever’s touch, needing the pain with her pleasure.
Calam was kissing her harder. Fucking her harder. He pulled back, staring into her eyes. And as she watched, his features went lax with pleasure. He came into her, his cock pulsing. Watching him come was a beautiful thing, arousing, purely erotic. Something in her chest surged.
Calam.
Her body clenched hard around his still-rigid cock. And as Ever increased the tempo of his spanking, she came. Pleasure shafted deep. Pierced her. Until she was calling out, her nails biting into Calam’s shoulders, drawing blood.
She smelled it almost as soon as the vampires did, sharp and metallic. Konstantine was on Calam, tearing him from her grasp, throwing him to the floor on his hands and knees. He kicked Calam’s thighs apart and plowed into him.
Konstantine growled. Calam groaned. And the old vampire began to fuck him. Hard, punishing strokes while Luka knelt before them, stroking his own cock with his hand, his lean hips arching into his fist.
Ever pulled her into his lap, and she felt the length of his cock beneath her.
“Watch, my divine girl. Watch them as you love to do. Watch them while I fuck you now.”
* * * CONTEST!
What fun would a release day be without a contest? Today I’ll give away a $20.00 Amazon gift card to one winner who can answer the following questions (all answers can be found on the Books page of my website): 1-What is the title of my contribution to The Smutketeers’ Wasteland anthology? (it’s coming out in one print volume April 5th!) 2-What are the first names of my hero and heroine in my BDSM novel that was a Romantic Times 2007 Reviewer’s Choice Nominee?
Answer those questions here in the comments section for a chance to win! I’ll announce the winner here in the comments section on Monday, March 21st, so be sure to check back! And if you’d like to be entered twice, all you have to do is join The Smutketeers Yahoo group-or, if you’re already a member, have a friend join, then post the info here. Our Yahoo group is tons of fun-we’re there chatting with readers every day, have photo databases for our shoes, costumes, tattoos-all sorts of stuff-plus we run special contests there, talk about inappropriate subjects, and get to know our readers. If that’s too much in your busy day, you can always go on Special Notices, in which case you’ll only receive an email about our book releases, contests and appearances.
Meanwhile, be sure to visit my websites: EdenBradley.com or EveBerlin.com for the latest news about my books, live and online appearances, and first peeks at my latest book covers.
Thanks to all my readers who have loved my vampires as much as I do-and to those who might be taking a chance and reading one of my books for the first time.
THE TURNING KISS, Book Two in my Midnight Playground series goes on sale tomorrow, and I’m so excited! I’ll post more about the book here tomorrow morning. Meanwhile, to keep you happy-okay, to keep *me* happy-lol!-my amazing boyfriend Sam Saturday made an awesome video trailer for me!
I got a $50.00 Amazon gift certificate for Christmas and I’m stumped! There must be 100 books I want and I don’t know where to start. I want some good erotic romance, of course, some women’s fiction since I’m hoping to branch into that genre this year, and there’s some awesome YA out there. I’m also looking for some good, dark vampire stories.
I love that we can get so many awesome New York pubbed print books in e-book formats now! And you can, too-all of the Smutketeers’ print backlist is available now in Kindle, Nook, etc. If any of you are into the hot BDSM stories, my Bantam books THE DARK GARDEN, THE DARKER SIDE OF PLEASURE and THE BEAUTY OF SURRENDER (although that one is really more about Shibari rope bondage, but the power play is definitely still there), or my debut Eve Berlin book, PLEASURE’S EDGE, are all available as e-books!
If you just want some smokin’ erotic romance, try my EXOTICA: SEVEN DAYS OF KAMA SUTRA, NINE DAYS OF ARABIAN NIGHTS, or, if you’re into a cougar story (rowr!) try my book FORBIDDEN FRUIT. That one is also a food fetish story, so there lots of chocolate and whipped cream and honey and a hot chef. Mmm, now I’m hungry!
My fellow Smutketeers have some awesome books in their backlists, too! No one writes steamy shifter stories like Crystal-the covers alone will make you swoon! Take a look at ON THE PROWL, CARNAL DESIRES or UNTAMED. Can you say Meow!!? Feisty writes sizzling contemporary power play books-a little BDSM on the lighter side. Her heroes are to die for! Have you read DARE TO SURRENDER or BOUND TO PLEASE? I know a lot of you are already familiar with R.G.’s Bone Daddy in POSSESS ME-a voodoo Loa spirit who makes people do all sorts of lovely, wicked things…well, they really only do the things they’ve fantasized about…and then it’s Bone Daddy’s turn…I can’t say more without giving too much away-you’ll just have to read it for yourself!
Our newest Smutketeer, the fabulous and lovely Karen Erickson is all e-books, all the time (so far, anyway). You must read her latest, BABY DON’T LOSE MY NUMBER. Have you seen that cover? Or what about PLAYING WITH FIRE? SCANDALOUS? They’ll all make you want to play with some scandalous fire-hot stuff!
So…hmm….give me one sec to calm down…*fanning self*….tell me what books you’re going to buy with your holiday gift certificates. I need some suggestions. And of course, the Smutketeers always love to hear that some of our books are on your to buy list. :) In case you need some encouragement, I’ll give one commenter a $10.00 Amazon gift certificate. I’ll announce my winner on Wednesday, so be sure to check back. And right after that we start with our awesome lineup of 2011 guest authors!
Hope you all had a wonderful holiday and are recovered from your hangovers!
RG the Smutty Xmas Elf: Are you having as much fun as I am? Every day a new post, a new book, a new toy! The only thing better? Singing for sex toys!
The 5th Dirty Day of Xmas, to this you’ll say, “I do”
FIIIVE GOLDEN RIIINGS! (hold the note) okay its actually only one but it vibrates and its for a man’s…you knooooow. :)
one feather tickler, sticky chocolate art, bondage just for fun—and a brand new Smutketeer to loooooove.
Eden/Eve: Happy Holidays, everyone, and welcome to Day 5 of the Smutketeers’ 12 Dirty Days of X-mas! In keeping with our theme I have a few dirty excerpts coming up for you today. There’s nothing better to curl up with on a cold December night than a smutty book-unless it’s a special, hot someone to keep you company-and both is even better! So grab whoever’s within reach and cuddle up close and read on!
First up is a tasty little tidbit from my debut Eve Berlin novel, PLEASURE’S EDGE, a BDSM romance, available now from Berkley Heat:
Desire was molten heat in her body, seeping like liquid through her limbs, her veins. And when he used both hands to spread the lips of her sex apart, she went soaking wet.
“Spread wider for me, yes, that’s it.”
He pushed her legs apart, until she was wide open to him. She felt wanton. Beautiful.
“This is my favorite part of a woman’s body,” he told her quietly, using his fingers to massage the swollen folds. “Some say it looks like a flower, an orchid. I agree. Just as sweet. Just as precious. And so damn soft.”
As she watched, he lifted one hand, pressed two fingers between his lips and sucked.
She moaned. She could barely hold still.
“Ah, you like that?”
“Yes,” she whispered, barely able to speak.
He smiled, used those same fingers to push between the lips of her sex. He rubbed at her opening, and she thought she would lose her mind if he didn’t thrust into her soon. Pleasure was a hard ache in her sex, her clitoris burning with need.
“Please, Alec…”
“Do you need to come already, my girl?”
“Yes!”
He pushed his fingers in, and she arched against him. With his thumb, he pressed against her clitoris.
“Oh!”
He began to move his hand, his fingers and thumb, in small circles. Pleasure rose, burned through her.
“Are you going to come?”
“Yes, yes…”
“Hold it back.”
“No…”
“Yes. Hold on, Dylan.”
She bit her lip, trying to bear down against the tide of pleasure threatening to take her under. And as she did, his other hand went under her buttock and pinched, hard.
“Oh…”
“Is that good?”
“It…it hurts.”
“But is it good?” he demanded.
“Yes. It’s good. Ah…”
He pinched again, harder this time, and the pain bit into her system, mixing with the pleasure.
“Alec. I’m going to come. Please…”
“Not yet. Does the pain make it better?”
“It makes it…better. Yes. Need to come now!”
“Hold it back. Do it. Tell me you will.”
“I…God…”
Another hard pinch, this one punishing, going beyond the level at which the pain converted to pleasure.
“I’ll do it,” she gasped. “I’ll hold it back.”
Her body was writhing. She didn’t care. His hands kept working her, his fingers inside her, his thumb rubbing, pressing, on her hard clit. And his other hand pinching her buttock, her thigh. It hurt. It felt indescribably good. She was lost in sensation.
“You are so good, Dylan. So damn beautiful. I want to see you come now. For me.”
He thrust his fingers hard inside her, his thumb circling her clit. And at the same time he pinched the flesh on the inside of her thigh, just enough for the pain to drive her climax on.
She came, a thousand stars firing inside her head, hurtling her into space. She gasped for breath, a cry gathering in her throat.
“Oh…God, Alec!”
Her hips arched into his hand, pleasure still racing through her, dazzling her.
She fell back on the bed, blinded. Shivering. And he went with her, climbing onto the bed and pulling her into his lap. He turned her over, and even as the last waves of her climax shuddered through her body, he began to spank her.
* * *
You can buy PLEASURE’S EDGE now, in paperback or digital: Amazon ~ B&N ~ Borders ~ Chapters.ca ~ Books-a-Million ~ Powell’s ~ IndieBound
* * *
My latest Eden Bradley novel, THE LOVERS from Harlequin Spice, a contemporary erotic romance with a few different twists, was released the same week as PLEASURE’S EDGE, so let’s take a peek at this one, too:
“Baby, this is going to be so good,” Jack whispers into my hair.
I lean into him, loving the solid strength of his body behind me. And even more, his hand between my thighs, his clever fingers playing with my clit, tugging on my pussy lips, teasing me. And his mouth hot and wet on my neck.
I am soaking, shivering with need.
He reaches around with his other hand and draws mine behind me, wrapping my fingers around his cock, which is hard as glass, but with that velvet-soft skin all over the solid shaft.
“Look at them,” he says to me. “She’s so into him. She’s as wet as you are right now; we both know how wet she gets.”
“Yes…”
His fingers slide into my opening, into that wet heat, and I clench in pleasure.
“You’d love to fuck her, wouldn’t you?”
“Oh, yes.”
“And I’d love to fuck you, baby. And I will.”
He pushes my shirt up with his free hand. I am naked underneath, open to the cool air, which feels lovely on my skin, the breeze caressing me like another lover.
I watch as Charles pulls off his pants, moving in close behind Audrey. I can see the shape of his hard cock behind her. Then he presses against her body, and I hear her laughter again as he smacks her ass.
Jack pinches mine and I jump. But he shoves his fingers deep into my pussy at the same time, and all I can do is gasp and arch into him.
“Good, baby?”
“Yes, it’s good. Do it again.”
A low chuckle from him, then he pinches my clit and my ass at the same time, his fingers really twisting the flesh on my ass, and pleasure and pain flow through me in equal measures. And Charles smacks Audrey again, then again, the sound growing louder. She’s groaning now, backing into him. And it is so damn hot: Jack’s hands on me, watching Audrey with Charles, the pain and pleasure, which I have never before experimented with. But with Jack, anything would be good.
“I need to fuck you, Bettina.”
I am breathless, wanting, my legs shaky. “Yes, I need you to. Do it, Jack.”
“Move in closer to the tree, hold yourself up. Yes, that’s it.”
The bark is a bit rough beneath my palms, the rich scent of the cypress filling my head. My shirt—Jack’s shirt—is hiked up over my hips, and I am naked and outdoors and vulnerable. And I love it.
I hear Jack unzip his pants as he moves in behind me, then his hand is on my lower back, pressing me down a bit.
“Spread for me, girl, yeah, and bend over.”
I do as he asks, hanging onto the tree for support, my gaze still on Audrey and Charles. He is grabbing her around the waist, and I can see his erect cock moving closer, then her cries as he slides into her. And at that moment, Jack uses his hand to spread the lips of my sex wide, and plunges in.
“Jack!”
“Shh, they’ll hear us.”
He clamps a hand over my mouth, and for some reason that just makes me melt. My body goes soft all over, filled with pleasure, with his hard cock inside me. His hand slips from my mouth.
“Fuck me, Jack,” I whisper between his fingers. “Come on.”
And last but not least, I can’t forget about my lovely vampires from my Midnight Playground series. Here’s a nice little bit of my hot, blood-drinking immortals from BLOODSONG, Book Two in the series:
Aleron looped an arm around Ever’s shoulder. And as she watched, he pulled the older vampire in for a kiss.
Their lips met, briefly, a small kiss, then another. Ever pulled back a few inches, and his tongue, wet and pink, came out to touch Aleron’s lower lip.
She could hardly stand it. They were too beautiful, too utterly sensual. She had never seen anything like it.
Her pussy was drenched, her breasts aching, as she watched them. Their mouths were crushed together now, the kiss becoming more urgent, more primal. She pulled against her restraints, needing to feel that she was held firmly in place, that there was something to control this wild, aching need.
They began to undress each other, their clothes coming off in seconds. They stood together, two tall, pale bodies of dizzying, unearthly beauty she could barely comprehend. Long, lean muscles, their skin like the whitest satin, gleaming in the soft light. Their two cocks, both long, hard as silk over steel, the plump and succulent heads pink. Almost touching.
They kissed once more, briefly, smiled to each other before turning their attention to her.
Every nerve in her body came alive with their gazes on her—one pair like a clear blue sky she had only ever imagined, the other bottomless black fire. Her body surged.
They came closer.
Four hands on her then, stroking everywhere: her belly, arms, thighs. Unbelievable sensation. She was immediately overwhelmed, her body flooded, her own moans soft in her ears. Then her gasp as Aleron gave her nipples a hard pinch.
“You’re ready for us,” he said.
“I am always ready for you,” she managed to get out. “For whatever you want of me.”
Anything for you…for you both.
Ever’s laughter, soft and smoky. “Oh, you are something, aren’t you? Beautiful girl. And your absolute submission is every bit as gorgeous as your golden body, your exotic face.”
They both stepped away for several moments, leaving her bereft, confused. She was deep in subspace. There was no other option, with these two powerful beings touching her, commanding her. Then she felt the heat behind her.
Aleron.
And the cooler presence of Ever.
One moment of exquisite anticipation, then the sharp crack of the whip against her back.
“Oh!”
Her body melted, pain and pleasure fusing like water. She recognized instantly the difference in the touch of the whip, and knew it was Ever.
The whip came down again, and again. She surged into its kiss, wanting the pain, wanting to please them both. Wanting the pleasure of it all.
It was a hard whipping, her skin going raw quickly. She was panting, her body working to convert the pain to pleasure, her mind flooded with endorphins. Soon, it became too much. Too much desire, sharp in her veins. Too much pain pelting her skin, over and over. Tears pooled in her eyes, flowed down her cheeks.
“Enough,” Aleron said, his tone commanding.
It stopped.
She sighed, pulled in a gasping breath. Aleron came around until he was in front of her.
“You did well, Meeraj.”
He kissed her cheek, her forehead, and her chest ached, needing him. Wanting to please him. Needing him.
He pulled back, gazed into her eyes. Some strange intensity in his gaze, but she couldn’t make it out. Her head was spinning, her body consumed with desire. Her heart ached for him. He moved in closer, laid his lips on hers. And his hand went between her spread legs, his fingers teasing at her slit. She opened for him, his hot tongue sliding between her lips, his strong fingers sinking deep into her pussy. She moaned into his mouth, her body burning. She melted into him.
Aleron…
* * *
You can buy BLOODSONG now: Samhain Publishing ~ Amazon ~ B&N ~ Sony ~ Powell’s ~ Deisel e-books
* * * ***TODAY’S CONTEST!!!***
Today I’m giving away a signed copy of my erotic BDSM romance novel, PLEASURE’S EDGE, along with the vibrating cock ring from Screaming O-and let me tell you from personal experience, this handy dandy little device will make you and your partner *hummmmm* with pleasure! Experience a Screaming O for yourself-with perhaps a hot sex scene from my book to get things started.
Just comment here to be entered to win! All prize winners be announced right here on the Smutketeers blog on December 19th. And we have lots more fabulous guests still to come (so to speak…*G* ), so be sure to check back every day as we continue our 12 Dirty Days of X-mas with tons of prizes, sizzling excerpts and more of our smutty li’l holiday song to celebrate the holiday season and the addition of the lovely, talented and delicious Karen Erickson to our smutty crew!
The ever-fabulous Rachel Kramer Bussel, author and editor extraordinaire, is with us today to share a smutty excerpt from her latest book, PASSION: Erotic Romance for Women, out now from Cleis Press, and to do a giveaway! PASSION is a multi-author anthology by some of erotica’s star authors, including Portia Da Costa, Saskia Walker, Charlene Teglia, Delilah Devlin and more, plus Rachel’s own story, Five Senses. Let’s take a peek at some lovely, kinky smut, shall we?
Excerpt of “Getting It Right” by Teresa Noelle Roberts From Passion: Erotic Romance for Women edited by Rachel Kramer Bussel (Cleis Press)
This time they pulled out all the stops. This time the room was full of flickering vanilla- and cinnamon-scented candles, adding a medieval, almost religious air to Jesse’s plain bedroom.
This time there was no anger, no exhaustion, no confusion, just lust and love and, at least on Heather’s side, a lot of sexy anxiety. Under the angst and foolishness, that first time, she’d caught hints that she’d like the cane under better circumstances.
But it still scared her.
And Jesse saw her fear and helped her through it.
They necked like teenagers on the couch before moving into the bedroom and kissing and caressing some more, so Heather was wet and quivering even before she began to undress.
This time, Jesse sat on the bed and put her over his knee, as he had their first night together. Starting with light, loving smacks that sent the blood rushing, stimulating her skin, stimulating her sex, he warmed her up until she was pushing her backside up to meet his hand. Then he stepped it up a little, cupping the sweet spot of her ass with each blow, half watching the color turning from creamy to pink to almost red, half watching Heather’s reaction, the pleading little yelps, the squirming, the way she parted her legs, letting loose some of her aroused musk.
“How I can resist that invitation?” Jesse stroked her vulva, then slapped it lightly, teasingly. His fingers came away wet and slick. “Now that’s what I like to see,” he said, his voice breathy, smoky.
He pulled her up and kissed her, lingering and deep. “Now lie on your back,” he commanded. “I have a vision.”
Then he started arranging her.
He arched her over so her thighs rested on her chest and told her to hold herself in place with her arms.
He tucked several pillows under her, raising her ass. “Perfect,” he said. “I have a gorgeous target, but I can watch your face.”
He didn’t add in case you need to safeword and can’t find your voice, but he didn’t need to.
***
Ooh, a tantalizing tease! You can find Passion: Erotic Romance for Women now at your local bookstores, through the Cleis Press website, or these online outlets:
Today the Smutketeers are having multiple releases! That sounds soooo dirty…and it is! Four smutty books for our reader’s pleasure. We almost wish they were textured…(for her pleasure…get it? *G*). But reading smut is the next best thing and boy, do we have plenty for you! Crystal Jordan and Eden Bradley/Eve Berlin are double-teaming this week-double your pleasure, double your fun, with four hot releases from two authors (or three if you include Eden/Eve’s split personality).
Releasing today we have:
Crystal Jordan’s PRIMAL HEAT from Kensington Aphrodisia-a two-in-one that’s double the fun because we just don’t wanna stop! A dark and dirty shape-shifter story with alpha heroes who will stop at nothing to claim their human mates! Talk about tigers and tigers and tigers, oh my!
Here’s a peek at PRIMAL HEAT:
With the ability to shapeshift into white tigers, the Kith have arrived on Earth in search of their “One”–the soul mates who are destined to satisfy their scorching lust…
Wicked Lord
U.S. Sergeant Major Bren Preston has no control over keeping half-human, half-tiger Kith Ambassador Lord Farid Arjun from entering her dreams at night–and surrendering to the feral hunger he sets off in her. Though powerless in dreams, she’s determined never to succumb to her desires in person. But seeing Farid transform into his magnificent feline form elicits a wild passion that won’t be denied…
Carnal Empress
Jana Townsend doesn’t know what’s more incredible: Falling in love with a shapeshifter or discovering that Kith Emperor Kyber traveled the universe to find her. Now together, their union is a perfect joining of sould and bodies as Jana discovers a ravenous desire that begs to be sated again and again…
Also today we have Eden Bradley’s THE LOVERS, her first full-length novel from Harlequin Spice! This is a hot, steamy ménage story with a different twist-the ménage is between her heroine Bettina, the dark and sexy Jack, and the enchanting Audrey. Being with another woman is a top female fantasy, but few erotic romance authors are writing it, so be sure to read this one to find out why THE LOVERS is breaking ground in this sub-genre!
Let’s take a look at Bettina’s diary entry-and the book blurb:
Have you ever dreamed of having a single experience which would change you forever? I think I’d dreamed about exactly that sort of thing most of my life. In recent years I thought it was going to be about writing a New York Times best-seller. But a long time ago, before I lived through my teenage years and came out damaged on the other side, I thought it would be falling in love with a man and living happily ever after, like every other girl.
Who knew the one to change me would be a woman? But the story doesn’t end there. No, that in itself is a whole new beginning. Because right after I met Audrey, I met Jack.
* * *
It seemed ideal —two months at a charming writers’ retreat, surrounded by kindred souls. But Bettina Boothe wasn’t prepared for just how long eight weeks truly was. Or that in the process, she would have to open up and reveal the most secret places in her body and soul.
Fortunately, her fellow authors do not share Bettina’s self-consciousness and begin to draw her out of her self-imposed shell. One in particular—Audrey LeClaire—seems to ooze confidence and self-assuredness. Dark and petite, Audrey’s potent sensuality draws the men and women in the workshop to her like flies to honey. Bettina is just as vulnerable, finding herself overwhelmed by a very unexpected attraction to Audrey who makes Bettina her special project.
But when Jack Curran arrives at the retreat, everything changes. Jack is tall, beautiful, masculine. A writer of dark thrillers, he is as mysterious and alluring as his books. He and Audrey are obviously an item, but they eagerly welcome Bettina into their bed. Suddenly Bettina finds herself swept up in a maelstrom of lust, obsession and jealousy, torn between her need for two very different people in a love triangle where she will either be cherished…or consumed.
The books just keep coming, with the Smutketeer’s November 2nd releases!
Eden’s evil twin Eve Berlin (although she’ll tell you Eden is the wicked one) has her debut novel out from Berkley Heat with PLEASURE’S EDGE!
How do you know…
For beautiful erotica author Dylan Ivory, being in control is everything. Growing up in a dysfunctional home, she raised her younger brother–right up to the day he died in a motorcycle accident. Since then, she has lived a life of perfect order, leaving nothing to chance. Then she met the man who was everything she was not…and everything she wanted.
How far you can go…
Alec Walker is a writer of dark psychological thrillers–and a man who lives for thrills. From motorcycles to snowboards to swimming with sharks, there’s no end to his lust for excitement. His tastes extend into the bedroom as well, and into The Pleasure Dome, the local BDSM club where he lets no rules bind his desires. The only thing he truly fears is love, and allowing someone else to really know him…
Unless you go over the edge?
While researching a book on sexual extremes, Dylan interviews Alec–and longs to taste the temptation he offers. But he’s a self-proclaimed dominant and she refuses to surrender control. Slowly and seductively, though, Alec shows her that by letting go and submitting to his every desire she can experience the ultimate pleasure. But to keep the woman who for the first time brings him to his knees , can Alec take the ultimate risk and surrender his heart?
And as if that’s not book overload, Crystal’s STOLEN PASSIONS is out from Samhain Publishing! No one writes hot, primal shifter sex like she does, and this kicks off her Forbidden Passion series, written with Loribelle Hunt. This time it’s sultry, sensual leopards against a sexy female wolf-they start out as enemies, but what’s that saying? Keep your enemies closer…and in this case that means sleeping with the enemy! When a wolf and a leopard come together, it’ll unleash the beast, bringing out the animals within…Let’s take a look…
Enemy mine…
Lyra Marcus tries to avoid her werewolf family’s political entanglements. Instead, she heals the wounds of the never-ending border skirmishes between lycans and wereleopards. It’s a bitter irony that she’s about to die in that war.
When she awakens after an attack, the horror of her situation dawns. She’s a wounded werewolf in the middle of wereleopard territory. And standing over her is a son of its most powerful family, Zander Leonidas. Her fate may be a swift and bloody end, but she intends to go down fighting.
Zander has no plan to fight the little she-wolf who’s landed at his Refuge Resort, a place where shifter species are free to be what they are—except wolves, of course. Yet Lyra fits him in a way she shouldn’t, and the urge to mark her as his mate is irresistible. A match like theirs, though, would rock the foundations of their world.
He intends to find out who left Lyra for dead on Leonidas land. And keep her safe from whoever wants to finish the job—not to mention the werewolf alpha who wants his niece back at any cost…
Warning: Two sexy shifters on the opposite sides of a war doing naughty, forbidden things to each other. Forward, backward, in bed, out of bed, you get the idea. All while trying to escape an assassin. Then it really gets exciting…
It’s all about multiples this week, so that means multiple contests with multiple winners-because who doesn’t love multiples?
To enter, go to our websites: www.CrystalJordan.com, www.EdenBradley.com and www.EveBerlin.com and scroll through our book covers on our Books pages. Come back here and tell us which are your top two favorites and why. Specify which prize you are entering for (the contest numbers and prizes listed below). You can enter once for each prize, but you must give us different book covers for each entry.
**NOTE: print book prizes can only be shipped within the continental US due to prohibitive mailing costs-sorry!
We’ll choose one winner for each prize, and announce the winners here on Saturday, November 6th, so be sure to check back to see if you’ve won!
CONTEST #1: Exotic Courtesan contest: Eden/Eve will give away a signed copy of her contemporary erotic novels, A 21ST CENTURY COURTESAN and EXOTICA: SEVEN DAYS OF KAMA SUTRA, NINE DAYS OF ARABIAN NIGHTS.
CONTEST #2: Untamed Prowl contest: Crystal will give away will give away a signed copies of her erotic shape shifter novels, ON THE PROWL and UNTAMED.
CONTEST #3: Breeding Kisses contest: Ede/Even will give away copies of her e-books, THE SEEKING KISS, Book One in her Midnight Playground Series, and THE BREEDER, Book Three in the Smutketeer’s Wasteland continuity series.
CONTEST #4: Wandering Men contest: Crystal will give away copies of her e-books, IT’S RAINING MEN and THE WANDERER, Book One in the Smutketeer’s Wasteland continuity series.
Be sure to enter today! And all of our books are on sale now-check our websites for more details!
The ever-fabulous best-selling Shayla Black is here with us to share a peek at her latest book, ENTICE ME AT TWILIGHT, Book Four in her Doomsday Brethren series, out today! We love a hot paranormal story, and this series is always intense, emotional and full of the sizzle Shayla is famous for! She’s also answered a few of the Smutketeers’ trademark nosy questions and she’s having a contest, so be sure to stick around for the prizes! We’re so excited to have her-well, not to have her, but we do like to think of it that way…*G*…but we’ll take whatever little piece of Shayla we can get.
In her latest Doomsday Brethren tale, they fight their mortal enemy for the newest weapon in a bloody magical war: the only woman a magical warrior shouldn’t claim…and the one he can’t resist.
Dangerously handsome Simon Northam, Duke of Hurstgrove, and his uptight barrister brother hardly get along, but crashing Mason’s wedding and stealing his fiancée take sibling rivalry to a new level. Duke’s family knows nothing of his magical prowess or the Doomsday Brethren, so how can he explain that mankind’s fate lies with the beautiful, tenacious bride he longs to seduce for himself?
Felicia is an Untouchable, a rare human whose presence disables magic—even the impenetrable forces surrounding Morganna le Fay’s tomb. The evil witch’s malicious powers could propel nefarious wizard Mathias to ultimate world domination . . . if he can resurrect her. To conceal herself, Felicia must heed her simmering desires to mate with Duke, but he risks binding his life—and sanity—to a lover whose loyalty may be forever torn. He faces a terrible choice: betray his brother for ultimate survival . . . or lose the woman who tempts him beyond control.
Here’s an excerpt from ENTICE ME AT TWILIGHT:
A sudden crash of the door against the wall, coupled with a feral growl, startled Felicia. Her blood froze and her heart flipped over. Fearing attack, she whirled.
It wasn’t Mathias and the Anarki. Instead, she found danger of another kind.
Hurstgrove. His hair was uncharacteristically mussed, as if he’d raked a hand through it over and over. His pupils were dilated. A flush darkened his bronzed face. His wide chest, visible beneath his half unbuttoned shirt, rose and fell with each agitated breath. Need jumped through her belly, then pulsed lower.
“Felicia.” His normally cultured voice rattled across the room, echoing off the walls. Stark. Aggressive.
Sexual.
Oh dear God. His intent was unmistakable. He’d come to claim her.
Felicia bit her lip as her gaze traveled down, over Hurstgrove’s hard abdominals and narrow hips to see— Bloody hell. He was aroused. Very.
In response, her body throbbed, the ache deep, strong, demanding. She released a ragged breath, her yearning to touch him so deep, she clenched her fist to contain it.
From the corner of her eye, she saw the other women exchange meaningful glances.
Felicia frowned. “Hurstgrove, I—”
“Damn it! My bloody name is Simon.” He charged across the room and clasped her in a feverishly tight grip. “You are my mate. Say my name.”
She hesitated. If she did, would the added intimacy give him the green light to ravish her and draw her deeper under his spell? They should seal this union. But as desperately as she wanted him, how could sharing a bed with him not affect her heart?
No doubt he was the sort of lover who made lying back and thinking of England impossible. She shivered. It wasn’t merely the sex—at which Felicia had no doubt he’d be quite skilled—but the intimacy. His kisses. His touch. His sensual heat. His whispered words. His possession. All would deepen her feelings, put her heart in peril. The part of her that had never stopped weeping after Deirdre’s death was terrified of being that unguarded with anyone again.
Felicia tried to ease away from Hurstgrove. His grip held like iron. Both panic and excitement zipped through her.
He glared at the other women. “Get out. Now.”
Jaws dropping, Kari exited quickly, followed by Sydney and Anka. Olivia paused to pat her shoulder on her way out the door.
“Wait!” she called after them.
They went on, falling quickly out of sight. Only Sabelle lingered in the doorway.
Felicia tried to swallow her rising desire and anxiety. “What’s happening?”
Hurstgrove’s fingers dug deeper into her shoulders. “What should have happened the moment you spoke the Binding. I’m going to kiss you, then sink deep inside of you until you know exactly which brother you belong to.”
Felicia sucked in a breath, her insides pulsing at his words.
“It’s mating fever,” Sabelle murmured. “His instincts… He kissed you some days ago, sending his body into awareness. Once he spoke the Call, he became a ticking bomb.” Regret spread over her soft features. “Sorry. I should have realized…”
That Hurstgrove would become sexually demanding? Felicia stared up into his blunt, dominating stare. He wanted her; he meant to take her.
Ignoring her attraction was her best means of self-preservation. Two days ago, she could have. The past twenty-four hours had peeled back his layers, proving he was brave, committed, smart, self-sacrificing. After fleeing through the night with Hurstgrove, kissing him, Binding to him, something in her had changed. She’d cleaved to him in some way that had nothing to do with the words they’d exchanged and everything to do with her feelings for him. Knowing he’d visited a surrogate had ripped her open with a hurt she didn’t want to experience again. But if she refused him, she would.
Doing without him now would hurt her more.
Felicia rubbed at her forehead in confusion. For the first time, she was tempted to indulge in the heady rush of sensations and emotions coursing through her…even at the risk to her heart.
Still, if his fixation with her faded, Hurstgrove could crush her. If? No, when. But what would happen if she rejected him now, didn’t seal this union? Mathias would find her and kill them both.
“What’s happened to him?” she whispered to the witch.
Hurstgrove leaned closer until Felicia felt the heat of his body pouring off in waves. A drum beat of desire pounded inside her. “Buckle up, Sunshine. I plan to strip you bare and taste you, before I sink my cock inside you, so deep for so long, you won’t remember ever being without me.”
Felicia’s desire ramped up viciously.
“It’s a fever. It will pass,” Sabelle assured. “If you don’t want this, I’ll call my Aunt Millie. She can sedate him. She’ll only need to keep him under for a few weeks. A month at most.”
A month! Everything inside her rebelled against that. It was too cruel. And too dangerous.
Hurstgrove had risked everything to save her, done his best to respect her boundaries, even allowing himself to sink into this fever, rather than press her. Even now, with every muscle taut and trembling, he restrained himself, awaiting her reply.
“If we don’t sedate him?” She heard her own voice shake.
Sabelle hesitated, looking as if she was deciding how to break bad news.
Having no such qualms, Hurstgrove gripped Felicia’s chin and forced her to meet his gaze. “There isn’t anything or anyone that will stop me from taking you in every way I possibly can, every moment of every day, until you know you’re mine.”
* * *
Be sure to get your copy of ENTICE ME AT TWILIGHT, on sale now! * * * And now for a quick and revealing li’l Q&A for our guest:
~Cozy PJ’s or sleeping in the nude? Nude (the Smutketeers love that about you, Shayla!)
~On men: boxers, briefs or commando? Boxer briefs! (Eden, too!)
~Rock star or cowboy? Hunky professor for me (and for Crystal!)
~5-star hotel or camping under the stars? 5 star hotel-if there are no electrical outlets I do not go-I’m all about comfort!
~Jeans or stilettos? Jeans
~Beer or girly drink with an umbrella? Girly drink (we happen to know Shayla loves a good margarita!)
~Tahiti beach vacation or Colorado ski trip? Tahiti beach (she likes it hot!)
~Romantic night in with a movie, or hot night out on the town? Hot night out on the town (see-we told you!)
~Chocolate or vanilla? Chocolate
~Hugs or kisses? Depends on who it’s from. If it’s a hot guy, definitely kisses!
* * * CONTEST!!!!!!
Shayla has graciously offered up autographed copies of HAUNTED BY YOUR TOUCH, her new paranormal anthology with Jeaniene Frost and Shari Kohler, to three lucky winners! This book comes out today, so enter now and be one of the first to read it!
To enter, visit Shayla’s website and browse through her books, then come back here and give us the names of any three of her heroes. Post your answers here to be eligible to win. Winners will be announced here on the Smutketeers blog on Friday, October 29th!
***Note: Sorry folks, but this contest is only open to those within the continental US due to prohibitive shipping costs.
Stay tuned for more amazing guest authors, tons of Smutketeer book releases, prizes, and other smutty goodness-including a HUGE secret to be revealed this December! All For Smut, and Smut For All!
31 Comments »
Subscribe to Posts 