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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.

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.
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!!!!!!!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.”
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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!

All for Smut, and Smut for All!

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

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

Celestial Seductions, Book 2

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Touch me.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Rafael, you can’t do this to me…”

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

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

“You’re teasing me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

The fabulous Sasha White is here with us today talking about her latest release, writing, movies, life, and men’s underwear!

-You’ve written for a number of publishers, in different lengths and both print and e-books. Do you have a favorite story length (novel, novella, short story)? And what do you think are the benefits of writing for e-pubs? For the larger New York publishers?

It all depends on my mood. I think all lengths have their pros and cons, as well as both print and eBook. Some stories are suited to certain lengths and certain mediums. Where the things I write go depend on the story more than anything, and what home I think will be best for them.

-What is a writing day in the life of Sasha White like? We love to imagine you sitting by a blazing fire wrapped in a silk robe that’s just slipping from one shoulder, the scent of woodsmoke all around you, a glass of really good Cabernet next to you as you type away, your half-naked houseboy standing ready to fulfill your every need…Okay, we know that most of us sit at a desk in our sweats, our hair twisted into a quick bun held with an old pencil, eating too many Cheese-its….but let’s hear your take on things.

Ok, ready to be very disillusioned? I don’t write every day, or even every second day. I tend to not write for several days at a time, then on days that I do write, I do nothing but write. I mean nothing. I write, eat and sleep with an occasional shower thrown in for several days in a row when I do write. I call myself a binge writer. LOL I think about writing a lot, but when it comes to actual writing, I hermit away, ignore the phone, email, friends …everything, and just immerse myself in the story until it’s done or I’m forced to do something else.

-What is your writing process like? Do you have a daily or weekly word count scheduled that you tend to meet? Or do you wait until the last minute and write like mad?

I tend to wait until the last minute and write like mad. *grin*

-Why erotica? Why romance? And do you have a favorite sub-genre you like to write?

As a longtime reader of erotica it seemed the right place for me to start writing. I’ve always been, I’d have to say, my favorite sub-genre is contemporary. I do enjoy dabbling in paranormal and sci-fi/futuristic, but contemporary is where I feel at home.

-What sort of books do you read?

Thrillers, action/adventure, the occasional romance or erotica. I find that my tastes are changing often.

-Do you believe in love at first sight? What about soul mates?

I believe in Lust at first sight, and love can grow from lust. As for soul mates, I’d like to believe in them, but I’m not really sure I do. I’ve never been in love, and the idea that a soul mate is out there waiting for me is appealing. But, I’m also pretty realistic and slightly cynical when it comes to love and HEA, so a big part of me knows it’s just a fantasy to make myself feel less alone.

-You’ve traveled extensively. How do you think those experiences have impacted your writing?

Hugely. In fact, without my travels I doubt I would’ve ever become a writer. I think novel writing is all about the character, at least I try to make MY novels all about the characters. And that means knowing people. Loving and hating them, and knowing about different personality types and situations. When I travel, I’m all about meeting and learning, so it all shows up in my writing in one way or another.

-We know you like to cook-what’s your best dish? And when can we come for dinner?

I’m not sure I have a best dish. LOL Seafood Linguini is one I’ve been told I do very well (But honestly not one of MY personal favorites) I love to make Chili. A huge pot of homemade chili is always good. And cheesecake. LOL I make a very good and tasty cheesecake. (I’ve made many flavors, but my fave is a peanut butter cheesecake. LOL )

-Name three of your favorite movies of all time.
The Fifth Element
Thelma and Louise
Practical Magic

(*Insert: Eden: The Fifth Element and Practical Magic are on my fav list, too!)

-Tell us about your current release(s) and what you have coming up next.

Current release is MOST WANTED, a single author anthology where the three novellas in it are all sequels to previous stories I’ve written for Aphrodisia.

Lexy and Devon from THE CRIB in the Pure Sex anthology are together again in HIDDEN CRAVINGS.
Detective Jackson Barrows watched his partner fall for a thief in SEX AS A WEAPON in The Cop anthology, and in UNRESTRICTED ACCESS, he does some falling of his own.
NO ANGEL continues my paranormal Hunter series with Gabriel Mann, the work hard-play harder younger brother of Caleb Mann from SEXY DEVIL, and demon hunter Anna Blair.

You can read excerpts here: http://www.sashawhite.net/bookshelf/most-wanted/

-MOST WANTED SOUNDS AWESOME!
Okay…Who would you like to have play the role of Sasha White if your life were made into a movie?

Ugh! Now you’re making me think. Uhmm I’d guess Salma Hayek. (Yes, I’m flattering myself there, but I just love her. She’s beautiful and has so much personality. And she’s got curves…not as many as I do, okay, so some of my curves are rolls…but hey, I’d LOVE to have her figure)

-Do you have any appearances coming up?
Nope.

-I hope we’ll see you at the Romantic Times Convention next year! Meanwhile, where can we find you on the Internet?

My website has a blog I try to update at least three times a week. http://www.sashawhite.net/blog/

I’m part of the Genreality Group Blog. I’m there every Thursday.

http://www.genreality.net/

And I’m on Twitter.

http://twitter.com/SashaWhite

*And now for some quick questions…

~Cozy PJ’s or sleeping in the nude?
The Nude. I can nap in sweats and t-shirt, but when I sleep for more than two or three hours, clothes drive me up the wall…or out of the bed in a bad mood. LOL

~On men: boxers, briefs or commando?
Boxer-briefs. Y’know, the tight boxers.

~Rock star or cowboy?
Rock star

~5-star hotel or camping under the stars?
5 Star Hotel

~Jeans or stilettos?
Jeans

~Voyeur or exhibitionist?
Voyeur

~Tattoos or piercings?
Both

~Beer or girly drink with an umbrella?
Beer

~Ski vacation or the beach?
The beach

Thanks for coming to visit the Smutketeers-we loved having you! Hope you’ll drop by again soon!