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Eden on Beth Kery’s Blog!
by edenbradley on Apr 23rd, 2009 Comments Off
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I’m over at author Beth Kery’s blog today, talking about my latest books, A 21ST CENTURY COURTESAN and TEMPT ME TWICE! And I’m giving away some goodies to two lucky winners! Come on by and visit!

TEMPT ME TWICE, Baby!
by edenbradley on Apr 7th, 2009 8 Comments »
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My latest release, TEMPT ME TWICE, is my very first hot menage story, and my first story from Samhain, and it’s out today!

One hot man is good. Two’s double the fun…until your heart gets involved.
Jessie has been in love with her bisexual best friend, Paul, since their college days. He’s never made a move on her, though, and at this point she values his friendship too much to risk revealing her feelings. Especially since now he has a new male lover and seems so happy.
Paul and Noah have only Jessie’s rest and relaxation in mind when they invite her along on a camping trip to Lake Tahoe. She’s been pretty stressed out preparing to show her art at a major New York gallery. A weekend getaway will do her a world of good—and they won’t take no for an answer.
Jesse thought she’d be nothing more than a third wheel on this trip. But Noah is as sweet and hot as Paul, and their first night turns into a heated tangle of bodies in the dark tent by the lake.
It’s an erotic, intense experience that must come to an end. And when it does, will she still have her best friend?


Warning: Explicit and unusual sex in nearly every possible combination: boy on girl, boy on boy, boys on girl, with a little anal action and some spanking thrown in just to keep things interesting!

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Want a little peek inside? Okay, but only for you…
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Somehow, an hour later, she was in Paul’s black Jeep Cherokee, roaring up Highway 80 on the way to Lake Tahoe. Music blared from the CD player, the windows were down to let the fresh summer air in and she was more relaxed than she’d been in months.

“So,” Noah started, “tell me how you two met.”

“I picked her up in a sex ed class,” Paul said, winking at her over his shoulder.

“Hah. Hardly. I was his English tutor.”

“Yeah, but my version is so much sexier.”

Why did he have to say something like that? When had things between them ever been sexy, other than in her vivid imagination?

“You’ve known each other a long time then,” Noah said.

“We’ve been friends for ten years.” Paul turned again, flashed her a quick smile, and her insides melted as always.

“Why just friends? Or has something more ever happened between you two?”

“No, nothing,” Paul was quick to answer, then they were both silent.

Noah looked from Jessie to Paul. “Sorry. Not my business. I shouldn’t have asked.”

“It’s okay,” Jessie told him. “It’s a reasonable enough question.”

One she’d never been able to answer.

“What about you two? You met when Paul went to Quebec to pick up that T-bird, right?”

Noah nodded, smiled, a brilliant flash of strong white teeth.

Beautiful man.

“Yeah. He came into the bar where I was having a drink with an old friend. I’m really not usually the bar type. But Paul walked in, the hot American import. I liked him right away. I still do.”

He reached out, stroked a hand over Paul’s T-shirt-clad shoulder, and a rush of envy went through her. If only she could touch Paul so casually, express her desire for him so openly.

If only Noah would touch her like that.

Jesus. She really was a mess. She didn’t even know who she wanted. And nothing was going to happen anyway. She may as well get over it.

But she was wet, aching, as much as she’d been in the shower.

They reached their campground on the edge of Lake Tahoe in another four hours, parked and got out of the car. The sun was lowering in the sky, casting darkening shadows over the crisp blue, touching the water in the lake with silver. Fir trees surrounded the lake, which sat like an enormous blue bowl, cradled by the surrounding mountains.

Jessie raised her arms over her head and stretched her back, breathing in the crisp, clean air. So gorgeous here. She was glad she’d come, despite her uncontrolled surges of lust. Paul came around the side of the car and slid an arm around her shoulders.

“Can I tempt you to get some food ready while we put the tent up?”

He could tempt her into doing almost anything, if only he knew it.

“Sure. I saw the ice chest in the back. I’ll take care of it.”

They spent some time getting the campsite together. The sun dove into the horizon in a blaze of summer sky glory. Shades of pink, amber and gold cast long shadows against the trees, touching the boughs with color, before sinking, leaving them in darkness other than the light from the fire they’d built and the two Coleman lanterns, the faint glow from the other campsites.

Dinner was simple, pan-fried steak and potatoes wrapped in foil and baked in the fire, a bottle of wine followed by another. Conversation was easy. Noah was easy to be with, warm, friendly, open. He and Paul sat side by side, laughing, touching, yet somehow still making Jessie feel included.

She’d had too much wine, but it didn’t seem to matter. Paul and Noah would take care of her, she knew. She could let go, for the first time in far too long.

Finally it was time to settle in for the night. Paul helped her to her feet.

“Whoa, Jess. Hang on.”

“I’m okay. Just have a nice little buzz going.”

“Maybe more than a little.” He grinned at her.

“Maybe.” She grinned back, her body going warm all over as he looped an arm around her waist.

They moved to the tent, and Noah held the flap back for them. It was a large tent, almost tall enough for Paul to stand up straight in. Noah was already spreading out their sleeping bags, Paul’s in the middle. Jessie sat on hers to take her shoes off.

Paul yawned, stretched.

“Anyone else tired?”

“A little sleepy from the wine,” Jessie said.

“Me too.” Noah pulled his shirt over his head, revealing tight abs and a wide chest. She could make out his muscle tone even in the dim light of the single lantern they’d taken into the tent with them.

Paul stripped his shirt off too. She’d seen him without a shirt before, and it was something she never got over. The lean lines of his body, his smooth skin, his nipples dark, surrounded by a sprinkling of black hair. She wanted to put her mouth there, to suck…

Stop it. Time to sleep.

The men stripped down to their boxer-briefs, and she could see they were both hard, aroused. She squeezed her thighs tightly, her sex burning with need.

Paul glanced at her. “You’re not sleeping in your clothes, are you, Jess? It’s too hot.”

“Um…I guess not.”

She shrugged, wiggled out of her jeans, leaving her in her tank top and her underwear. It wasn’t that she was ashamed of her slim body. But they were all nearly naked together, and as Paul lay on the sleeping bag next to hers, she could swear she felt the heat from his big body. His scent, warm on the night air. And more faintly, Noah’s scent, fresh and all male.

How was she ever going to get to sleep?
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First peek at Eden’s A 21st Century Courtesan…and other smutty stuff!
by edenbradley on Mar 15th, 2009 6 Comments »
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My next novel from Bantam/Delta, A 21ST CENTURY COURTESAN, will be out on March 24th, so I thought I’d post a teaser here for you curious folks. I’ll post more as we get closer, a new excerpt every few days, so be sure to come back! But first, a little about the book…

She’s spent her life pleasuring others.
Now it’s her turn…

A 21ST CENTURY COURTESAN
Eden Bradley

She lives in a world of silk sheets, imported champagne,
and endless erotic delight…
She fulfills the deepest fantasies of the most powerful men in the world. Sensual, seductive, and discreet, Valentine Day is a high class call girl, pampered and adored by her exclusive clientele. But Valentine has a secret. Always in control, she’s never experienced true pleasure outside of her work. But all that is about to change…Now, the woman who’s spent a decade pleasuring others is about to embark on an erotic journey of her own…

It happens one night at the opera. Seated next to her in the dark is a stranger. As the music swells, so does the sexual tension. Gorgeous, sophisticated Joshua Spencer invites her for a drink, and soon she’s fantasizing about taking him home. When they finally come together in a night of the wildest lovemaking Valentine has ever known, she’s hooked. But suddenly Valentine is questioning everything. Joshua has no idea what she does for a living. Can she risk everything—including her hard-earned freedom and one final, shattering secret—for one man? And would he still want her if he knew the truth?

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

I learned about something called suspension of disbelief a number of years ago in one of my English Lit classes. This is when a writer must make their reader suspend their disbelief in the unusual long enough to be drawn in and believe in the world the writer has created.
It’s something like that with my line of work. Our clients must suspend their disbelief long enough to believe the girl likes it. My particular ‘talent’, if you want to call it that-my particular perversion, really-is that they don’t have to do that with me. The truth is, I love it.
This is my dirty little secret. Because this is supposed to be taboo among the professionals of my world. Call girls. Prostitutes. Hookers. It doesn’t matter what you call us. The fact is, I get paid for sex. And it’s the only kind of sex I can get off on.
Who knew a nice Jewish girl from the Valley could end up here? Well, half Jewish, anyway, my father being a lapsed Catholic. And maybe I’ve never been all that nice.
I grew up in Van Nuys. Van Nuys is possibly the most generic, boring place on earth. Middle class, cardboard box houses that all look the same, block after block. The entire area looks as though a dull film has settled over it.
My family was at the lower end of the middle class. Not that we were poor. We always had a roof over our heads, food on the table. My father, a construction foreman, worked a lot, but he spent his money anywhere but at home. My mother never did much other than drink. Strange that he wasn’t the drinker. Jews don’t tend to be drinkers. Not that it ever stopped my mother. But my life has been a combination of the utterly dull and the most perverse, in every way, on every level. Classic hard life story, I know, but that’s my life. Or it was. Too fucking bad.
I make a lot of money. Enough to keep me very comfortable in my Hollywood Hills home. Enough to pay for the expensive clothes I buy at Barney’s and Kitson, my weekly facials and massage at the spa. Enough to pay for the breezy little Mercedes I drive, if it hadn’t been a gift from a happy client. This is why I do it.
Actually, that’s a lie. It’s what I tell myself when I’m not in the mood for the kind of deep, soul-searching honesty that keeps me up at night. How I justify it in the most basic, simple terms.
The truth, or part of it, anyway, is that I began in this business because I needed to distance myself from what I was before. From that lower middle class Jewish girl from the Valley whose mother was always passed out on the couch, surrounded by a sticky puddle of whatever she was drinking on the floor, the overflowing ashtrays. Repulsive. I won’t even allow my clients to smoke around me. If they don’t like it, they can find another girl. I’m at a point in my career where I can make a few demands of my own, and I do.
I am someone else entirely now.
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That’s all you get for now, unless you’d like to pre-order it on Amazon….Meanwhile, you can pick up my Harlequin Spice anthology, NAUGHTY BITS, at your local bookstore or on Amazon, Barnes & Noble online, or Border’s online. This is an amazing collection of sexy stories from some of Spice’s best authors!
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Exotic and Erotic!
by edenbradley on Dec 4th, 2008 3 Comments »
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My short contemporary erotic story, SOUL STRANGERS, is now available at eHarlequin.com in a hot, sensual anthology bundle along with stories by two fabulous stars of erotica, Jina Bacarr and Delilah Devlin in the new EXOTIC EROTICA BUNDLE from Spice Briefs! You can buy it now at eHarlequin.com!

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

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

Eden on Playboy Radio!
by edenbradley on Nov 10th, 2008 4 Comments »
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This Tuesday, November 11th, listen to my interview on Sirius Satellite’s Playboy Radio’s Night Calls with adult superstar Christy Canyon! I’ll be talking about my October release, FORBIDDEN FRUIT, which was recently profiled in Cosmopolitan magazine’s Red Hot Reads. I’ll be on around 5:00PM PST. I never know what will happen on the air-Playboy is always tons of fun! Should be interesting…I might read an excerpt, give sex advice on the air, or whatever Christy thinks of-and believe me, she has a vivid imagination! This is my food fetish book ,and I plan to bring Christy a basket of strawberries and whipped cream…Stop by if you can.

Meanwhile, check out my interview online at Joyfully Reviewed!

FORBIDDEN FRUIT is out!
by edenbradley on Oct 28th, 2008 12 Comments »
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FORBIDDEN FRUIT, my sexy, sensual food fetish book, is out today! Look for it on Amazon, Barnes & Noble online, Borders online, or at your local bookstores!

I had such a great time writing this book. My favorite research materials were whipped cream and strawberries, which I plan to take with me to my Playboy Radio interview on November 11th-stay tuned for details!

I really tuned into the sensual aspects of food while writing this book; food is one of the great sensual pleasures in life, for me, anyway. What are yours? A steamy bath? Silk pajamas? I’m sure some of you have ideas I haven’t thought of…I hope you’ll share!

While you’re thinking about it, here’s the blurb for FORBIDDEN FRUIT:

Sometimes the forbidden…
is irresistible…

One taste is never enough.

For university professor Mia Rose Curry, it was all academic: her course in alternate sexuality was a safe, socially-acceptable way for her to talk about the things she desires most—but has never let herself experience. And while students crammed into her class to learn about fetishes, bondage, voyeurism and much more, Mia kept her own raging desires, and her most private fantasies, carefully under wraps…until one student undressed her with his eyes…
Jagger James is everything Mia wants and everything taboo, yet Mia can’t help imagining drawing closer and closer to this forbidden fruit. She soon discovers how much Jagger wants her, demanding she abandon every inhibition with him. Now, they are about to take a dangerous step, tempting each other’s flesh, savoring every touch and breaking every rule in the book—knowing that this dazzling, sensual feast is only a taste of something more to come…

And just for my blog readers, an excerpt from the book:

“That was an amazing meal, Jagger. Thank you.”
“It was my pleasure. I have dessert back at my place.”
“Oh, I don’t…I don’t think I should.”
“You’ll be ready for something sweet by the time we get there. Or we can sit and have some more wine first.”
“No, I don’t mean…Jagger, I shouldn’t go back to your place. I don’t think it’s a good idea. I need to figure some things out before I…” She trailed off, too unsure of what she needed to say, what she needed to do.
“It’s alright. I understand. I’ll walk you to your car, then.”
She nodded, half grateful he hadn’t argued the point with her and half wishing he had.
God, you really are a mess.
They moved down the street, the night air cool on her face, but Jagger’s presence was warm next to her. As they walked, he took her hand, just a gentle twining of fingers around hers. It felt good. Better than it should have, and the sensation wasn’t entirely sexual. It was more, a different kind of heat that moved through her chest, loosened her up inside. Opened her up.
They reached her car, a silver Mini Cooper, parked only a few doors down from Jagger’s building, a little too quickly.
“This is me.” She tried to drop his hand, but he held on.
“Come upstairs with me, Mia Rose,” Jagger said softly.
She wanted to. Every cell in her body wanted nothing more than to go upstairs with him, to let him kiss her again, touch her. She blew out a long breath, leaned back against the passenger door of her car.
“I can’t, Jagger.”
“Alright. But I’m not going to let you go without kissing you.”
He leaned in, and she found herself lifting her face to his, her mind emptying even before his mouth met hers. Then it was just the cool, plush texture of his lips on hers, that soft press of flesh upon flesh. Her hands went around his neck, his skin so hot and smooth there, and he moved in closer, leaning into her, the weight of his body pressing her into the car. When his tongue moved her lips apart, he slid inside. She went soft and loose all over, her breasts aching for more than the hard press of his chest against hers, with the layers of sweater between them.
In moments she was panting, wet. And he deepened the kiss, the heat of his mouth making her crazy. She wanted him. Wanted him to fuck her. Right there. Right now.
His hips were hard up against hers, and that solid ridge of flesh pushed against her belly.
God.
Her hips tilted, her sex filled, throbbed, wanting, wanting. But she wasn’t supposed to be doing this.
She was not supposed to be doing this.
He kissed her harder, wet and hurting, bruising her lips. His hands gripped her waist, his fingers biting into her, and all she wanted was more. God, she could almost come if he only kissed her long enough, just kissed her like this.
He pulled back, brushed her hair with his lips, with his cheek. He was breathing as hard as she was. He still had her up against the car, his body pressing her against the cold steel. His hands slid down over her hips, dug in again. She couldn’t have moved even if he hadn’t been holding her so tightly. She could barely breathe. She didn’t want to.
“Jagger…”
“Fuck. I’m sorry, Mia Rose.”
“No. That’s not it.”
“What, then?” He looked down at her, his eyes glittering in the silvery light of the street lamp a few feet away.
The words came out on a half whisper.
“I don’t want you to stop.”
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FORBIDDEN FRUIT was a Romantic Times Top Pick, and a Recommended Read at Fallen Angels Reviews! Here’s what people are saying about FORBIDDEN FRUIT:

“Eden Bradley has written one of the best erotic romances I have read this year…”
~Fallen Angels Reviews

“…Bradley delivers the goods. There is intense intimacy and heart-wrenching emotions… This is delicious and delightful from the first page until the conclusion.”
~Romantic Times

“Graphic, loving, and incredibly well-written, the sex scenes ratchet up the drama with unbelievable intensity…sexual desire intertwines with emotional intensity, resulting in a book you won’t want to put down…A thoroughly delightful read. Don’t miss FORBIDDEN FRUIT.”

~Romance Junkies
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Come One, Come All!
by edenbradley on Oct 1st, 2008 16 Comments »
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…and we mean that in the filthiest way possible, because we are The Smutketeers! Yes, The Smutketeers, a gathering of  smut-peddlers extraordinaire who put pen to page and write some of the most scandalous stories imaginable. Let us stimulate your senses, titillate your mind, and set your body on fire, all with a mere few well-placed words. The pen truly is mightier than the sword! (Although the sword can be rather good, too…and I mean that in the dirtiest way possible).

In the weeks, months and years to come, stay tuned for interviews with authors, agents, tattoo artists, Steampunk experts, corset-makers, and any other interesting person we can possibly think of and can seduce into joining us here! And trust us, we have our ways.

In honor of the launch of our smutty new blog, we are having a Giveaway Extravaganza, a Smutketeers Smorgasbord, an Orgy of Luscious and Lascivious Reads, a Semi-Sapphic Soiree of Smut! Pervy prizes of Epic Proportions to be had over the next four days, each day hosted by a different member of our merry little band! All winners will be announced at the end of the week, on Sunday, October 5th, so check back to see if you’ve won one of our fabulous prizes!

On with the glamorous gaggle of gifts…we will be giving away a trio of prizes each day, a veritable three-way of tantalizing tales, a menage of magnificently penned erotic stories from each of us. Every book will contain a trio of erotic stories or a story about a menage simply because three-ways are hot! Do we need another reason? Each day will be a different prize, and we’re not telling what we’re doing when-in fact, even we don’t know! (Ooh, sounds like a case of the left hand not knowing what the right hand is doing…with a little imagination this could be fun!).

You could win:

From R.G. Alexander:
~Her two-book Temptation Unveiled series, Lifting the Veil and Piercing the Veil (e-books)
~Her two-book Children of the Goddess series, Regina in the Sun and Lux in Shadow (e-books)

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From Eden Bradley:
~The Darker Side of Pleasure (print book)
~Exclusive (print book)
~Hot Nights, Dark Desires (print book)

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From Lilli Feisty:
~Taken (e-book)
~Seasons of Seduction (print book)
~I Love Lacy (e-book)

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From Crystal Jordan:
~Sexy Beast V (print book)
~Total Eclipse of the Heart (e-book)
~Carnal Desires (print book available this November)

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A different contest will be announced each day, and we will set forth tasks to be completed in order to qualify to win. Who knows what we may ask you to do? How willing are you? Let’s find out, beginning with today’s contest:

My task for you, dear guests, is to come up with the best Steampunk names for each of us. You must have names for all four of us in order to qualify. Not quite sure who we are? Browse our photo gallery, or watch our video.

Talk to your friends and see what people are saying about us behind our backs-do what you must! Just do it well. We appreciate talent.

Not quite certain what Steampunk is all about? Allow me to illuminate you with a few helpful links:
http://www.datamancer.net/
http://www.steampunkworkshop.com/
http://www.abneypark.com/
http://ericfreitas.com/
http://www.wetanz.com/holics/index.php?catid=4

Enjoy! And do come back to enter each day for new prizes!