She reached her hand over and let her fingers wrap around the hard shaft. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the feel of it as she stroked up and down before placing the smooth generous sized head in the palm of her hand. – from Ruby Red Metallic ~available now from Breathless Press
That’s Alaina’s description of the gearshift inside a Porsche 911 GT2. Why does she like this car? Or any of the cars she steals. Is it just their beauty? Or because they’re expensive?
Actually, what Alaina likes about them is their power, which is why she knows so much about their engines and what they’re capable of.
Like a woman, a car can be sensual and classy, with erotic curves. But like a man, a car can have power and strength. It can have a hard, sculpted body with pronounced masculine angles.
The fierce rumble of the engine can be compared to the all-consuming, fierce desire you have to feel your man inside you; the almost frantic need for orgasmic bliss that only he can give. The heat of lust coiling in your core at the slightest touch of his hard body as his hands, lips and tongue deftly manipulate your womanly gears to help speed you along the road to thrilling satisfaction.
A shrewd woman knows that a man, like a car, has complex inner workings. She knows that in order to get the best performance she needs to handle him skillfully and in so doing, he responds willingly.
What ways can you think of that make a man and a car alike?
Alaina knows her cars, and she doesn’t view what she does for a living as stealing. Using all the physical attributes she has at her disposal, she merely acquires the high-end vehicles for a business partner. Although the beautiful cars turn her on, she has her heart set on a particular gem. When she finds her jewel, Alaina is pleasantly surprised by its handsome owner, Scott.
Now she’s faced with a dilemma. Does she choose the man or the gem?
EXCERPT:
The curves were simply sensual, beautiful. Her hands caressed the hard body while they traveled over the smooth silken surface. Her heart fluttered, and tingles of excitement coursed through her veins.
Alaina had been to a number of these meet-ups and had always been disappointed. Sure, she saw some gorgeous specimens and she flirted a lot, but she knew what she was looking for and she wasn’t going to settle for anything less. But this time was different. She spied what she wanted almost immediately upon her arrival.
She knew the men watched her as she strode past them, past their Lamborghinis, their BMW’s, their Aston Martens, but they didn’t matter. She had found her jewel. Her ruby.
His deep voice flowed over her like a warm sensual bath. “It’s called Ruby Red Metallic. The sunlight does make her stand out, doesn’t it? You like Porsche?”
A faint breeze blew and picked up the scent of her soft floral perfume. She stepped a little closer to him, hoping he could smell the sexy fragrance and gave him her most alluring smile. “Like? No. I love them. They’re my passion.”
One of his brows arched up, and his eyes smoldered as they dipped to her cleavage for a moment before a smile slowly curved his lips and showed off his perfect teeth. “Really?” He held his hand out to her. “I’m Scott.”
She placed her hand in his warm powerful one and took her time to give him a once over. She noted the large hands went along with big feet and a huge bulge in his pants. This was going to prove more interesting then she first expected. “I’m Alaina.”
Scott bowed over her hand and pressed his lips to it. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Alaina.”
The small gentleman-like gesture warmed Alaina, and she almost felt giddy. What is happening to me?
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CONTEST! I’m giving away a copy ofRUBY RED METALLIC! Just comment to enter to win! I’ll announce the winner tomorrow evening.
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Casey Sheridan started writing erotica on a dare, and loved writing it so much she never stopped. Her work has been published by Breathless Press and Cobblestone Press, and has appeared in The Erotic Woman, Every Night Erotica, and RSVP-Erotica.
You can find her on the Web at: http://www.casey-sheridan.com
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.
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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.
Eden/Eve: We have with us today the fabulous Lucy Felthouse, author and creator of the eroticforall website! Lucy’s from the UK, so I like to imagine her reading her smut in a lovely English accent…or perhaps that’s just me…? After all, she has taken part in some of the sexiest erotic anthologies ever…Chocolate Lover (yum!), I Kissed A Girl: A Virgin Lesbian Anthology (do any of you doubt after reading the blurb for my Spice book, THE LOVERS, that I’d adore this one?), Fang Bangers: An Erotic Anthology of Fangs, Claws, Sex and Love ( (for all of us vampire & werewolf lovers out there), and so many more!
Today Lucy is here to share a peek at her latest, UNIFORM BEHAVIOUR: Steamy Stories About Men & Women in Uniform. Let’s take a look at what Lucy has to say…
Do you get all weak-kneed at the sight of a grubby fireman or a hunky soldier? Perhaps immaculately-dressed waiting-on staff get you feeling frisky? If so, you’ve come to the right place.
Uniform Behaviourcontains sixteen smutty stories about firemen, soldiers, sailors, police, security guards and even waiters, priests and cleaners!
Delve into this anthology and enjoy steamy stories from established erotica authors including Justine Elyot, Craig J Sorensen, Victoria Blisse, Shermaine Williams, Elizabeth Coldwell and Lucy Felthouse. Uniform Behaviour also proudly introduces some exciting debut authors. So remember, you saw them here first!
As well as being written and compiled for your titillation, this anthology is also designed to do good. A portion of the proceeds from Uniform Behaviour will be donated to UK charity Help for Heroes, which helps those wounded in current conflict.
The stories in this anthology have been hand-picked by a uniform aficionado, so you can rest assured that only the sexiest erotic fiction lies in this eBook.
TEASING LITTLE EXCERPT:
No, I shook the thoughts from my head, all too clichéd, all too seedy.
“Jesus!” I yelled as his free hand pinched down on my nipple, squeezing it firmly, exquisite pain coursing its way through my veins. I continued to clench around his fingers, another surge of arousal slipping from my core, heated juices spilling from my engorged and swollen cunt, coating his hands with my slick. I yelped in surprise as he forced his fingers into my mouth to taste the musky sweetness of my snatch.
“See how fucking good you taste?” he rasped against my ear, his words sending another surge of arousal whizzing around my body. All I could do was nod, words stuck in my throat as I succumbed to the feelings this fireman was invoking within me.
I have to admit, I did taste good, never having sampled the delights of pussy before now. Without warning there I was on bended knee, the image of myself drinking from another woman’s cup, lapping at her centre with long, luscious strokes whilst she writhed beneath my tongue.
I was brought back to the present by sharp pain in my breast as Bryan twisted a swollen teat, relishing in the pleasurable pain that spilled from my throat. He shifted closer to me in the darkness, pressing his thick erection against my pussy and grinding gently. With his cock still snugly tucked inside his trousers I had only the scratchy material of his uniform to contend with. My core ached for affection and I ground against him as hard as I could, rubbing myself against him like a wild feline in the throes of heat.
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You can buy UNIFORM BEHAVIOUR NOW! Amazon* Amazon UK* ARe CONTEST!
Lucy will give away to one lucky winner a PDF copy of UNIFORM BEHAVIOUR! And she’s making it easy to enter-all you have to do is comment here, letting her know what your favorite uniform is. That’s it! The winner will be announced right here at Smutketeers in the comments section tomorrow night, the 14th, so be sure to check back! Of course, feel free to add any other comments or questions for her. And you must visit her website to read all about her other books!
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.
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You can buy PLEASURE’S EDGE now, in paperback or digital: Amazon ~ B&N ~ Borders ~ Chapters.ca ~ Books-a-Million ~ Powell’s ~ IndieBound
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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…
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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.
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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:
Since this is my release week for BLOODSONG, Book Two in my Midnight Playground series, and since I’m SO excited about it, I made a smutty li’l video last night of myself reading from this book! WARNING:Before you click on the link, please be aware that this video contains VERY graphic language and a dirty scene containing a hot, thoroughly dominant vampire, a man in chains, naked flesh, drinking blood, a flogging, nipples, some moaning and groaning, and a beautiful woman watching it all happen, so some voyeurism and exhibitionism. In other words, this video is NOT work or child appropriate! I hope you all enjoy it. :)
Don’t forget to visit yesterday’s post to enter my BLOODSONG release day contests! (and yes, there are two-you can’t have enough prizes!).
You can buy BLOODSONG now at MBaM, Amazon, and other online retailers!
BLOODSONG, Book Two in my Midnight Playground series, is out today from Samhain Publishing! You can find it at MBaM, Amazon, and other retail outlets!
An ancient vampire, an ancient grief…a love that makes his blood sing…
Midnight Playground, Book 2
London, 2069
Aleron is ancient, powerful, immortal…a vampire who idles away his time playing at his favorite haunt, Midnight Playground. His favorite toys: beautiful young men. His game: BDSM, experiencing through the minds of his partners the sensations he can no longer quite feel himself.
The one thing he has vowed to avoid at all costs is love, especially for a woman. In a hundred years he has never been tempted to break that vow—until a lovely mortal woman enters his dungeon to watch him play. And his blood hums the ancient song of long-forgotten desire.
Raised in the Indian slums of London, exotic dancer Meeraj enters Midnight Playground a woman with nothing left to lose, numb to all but the most extreme forms of stimulation. As she watches Aleron’s blood play, she knows only his razor-sharp skills will satisfy. And she catches an odd mental glimpse of the grief that shadows his heart.
From their first touch, they are caught up in a whirlwind of exquisite agony that releases their emotions from the weight of the past. Exposing them to risks they’ve both fought to avoid. Love…and loss. Warning: Where to begin…? Sex with ancient vampires, sex with hot young men. Spanking, bondage, whips and chains. Biting, stroking, blood and pain. Grief and fear and love again…Hallelujah and amen!
To celebrate, I must, of course, run a contest-or two- and give away some awesome prizes! Contest #1!
I love vampire movies, but one, in particular, is my favorite-and it’s up to you to guess! This one might not be as easy as you’d think. Limit is two guesses per person. The movie is a bit obscure, so think out of the box! Here’s a small hint: one of my favorite rock stars plays one of the vampires. Guess correctly and be eligible to win these gorgeous, blood-red drop earrings that any Midnight Playground guest would wear-human or vampire! These vintage jewels are a deep, dark red at the heart edged in a smoky gray, and are set in beautifully antiqued brass. **NOTE: this contest is open only to those in the continental US due to prohibitive shipping costs.
Contest #2!
Visit my website’s Books page to find the names of any of the characters from my upcoming November releases, THE LOVERS, from Harlequin Spice, or PLEASURE’S EDGE, my first book written as Eve Berlin, from Berkley Heat. Post here with any of the character names from either of those two books, and be eligible to win an e-book vampire prize package which includes:
~a copy of THE SEEKING KISS, Book One in my Midnight Playground series
~a copy of R.G. Alexander’s REGINA IN THE SUN, Book One in her Children of the Goddess series
Winners will be announced here on Monday, October 4th, so there’s plenty of time to play!
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Today you can find me chatting on the Samhain Cafe Yahoo loop, so come on by for more giveaways, excerpts, and to chat live with me and the other Samhain authors with book releases today!
Hey there folks-you’ve probably been wondering where the heck we all are and what we’re up to…Since we’re the Smutketeers it’s usually safe to assume we’re up to no good, but, sad to say, we’ve been staying out of trouble because we’ve been working so hard. That could be boring, except, again, it’s us, and we’ve been busy writing more smut for all of you! And let’s face it, if we must work, writing smut is an awfully nice way to go…
We’ve all just finished our novellas for our upcoming Wasteland continuity series. This last week we’ve been completing our stories, polishing them up, and sending them off to our editor-very exciting! We’ve been working on this idea for almost a year, I think, so making it happen is pretty damn thrilling! I think our readers are really going to love the post-apocalyptic world we’ve created-and our hot heroes! Here’s our blurb, for those who haven’t seen it before:
THE WASTELAND SERIES
Coming from Samhain Publishing in May 2010!
In 2012, the world came to a grinding halt as radiation hit from a massive solar storm. Crops died, animals perished, cities fell, and humans became little more than beasts themselves. Under the threat of starvation, civility was reduced to mere memory. Only the strongest men survived, and physically weaker women and children wasted to nothingness.
More than a hundred years later, humanity struggles in the desert Wasteland that was left. The solar radiation rendered most women infertile, and the population dwindles more with each year that passes. Scattered up and down coasts, isolated cities eke out an existence from fishing, foraging, and hunting for what little game remains. Outside the city walls, men face the threat of pirates and raiders.
There is only one rule in the Wasteland: survive.
Crystal Jordan~~ Book One: The Wanderer Lilli Feisty~~Book Two: The Whore Eden Bradley~~Book Three: The Breeder R.G. Alexander~~Book Four: The Priestess
Somehow, we’ve all ended up writing stories with multiple partners…great-and dirty-minds think alike-lol!
Meanwhile, we’re waiting with baited and panting breath to get our cover art for the Wasteland series-look for our covers to be revealed here first!-and busy writing more for Samhain and our other publishers. I’m working on my next Spice novel, R.G. is putting her next novel together for Berkley Heat, Crystal is always working on a hot new story for Kensington Aphrodisia, and Feisty is working on her next erotic romance for Grand Central Publishing.
Speaking of Feisty, her latest novel, DARE TO SURRENDER, was just released and is in bookstores and available for order on Amazon and other online outlets now! Awesome, hot, romantic story-a must have!
I love this cover! It’s suggestive without being obvious, in your face nudity-I think it’s classy yet seductive. I prefer this sort of cover to one that reveals too much-I love the subtlety of it, yet the message comes through loud and clear. One of my favorite covers is for my BDSM book The Darker Side of Pleasure. If you don’t look at it carefully, it’s easy to miss what’s going on, and I love that. What about you? Do you like classic clinch covers, a naked male torso…? What kind of cover really draws you in? CONTEST! Let me know what sort of book covers you love, and you’ll be entered to win a copy of one of my e-books, WINTER SOLSTICE, Book One in my Celestial Seductions series! The second book in this series, SPRING EQUINOX, will be out March 5th. The winner will be announced on Thursday, so a quick little contest, just for fun. Hurry to enter-and be sure to check back to see if you’ve won!
And stay tuned for author interviews and giveaways coming up soon-we have some awesome stuff in store!
Truss up your turkey-or whoever you have handy. We have a wonderful holiday season planned for all our friends here at Smutketeers. More Interviews and guest blogs with deliciously sinful writers, editors and agents-more giveaways than you can shake your…um…stick at-and even a little caroling…Smutketeer style of course. ;)
We’ll be giving away goodies to our faithful posters, but for now-we’d just like to tell you what we’re thankful for.
Lilli: I’m thankful women today have the option and freedom to express their sexuality. And I’m incredibly thankful to have found a bunch of smut writers who not only keep the perversion alive, but going steady. I’m thankful to Eden for… wait, I can’t say that publicly. I’m thankful for Crystal for…um. I can’t publish that! And R.G.? Well, you’ll just have to read her books to find out why I’m thankful for some very creative ideas involving multiple partners. With interesting abilities. Needless to say, I’m thankful three of my best friends are as open-minded, amazing and, most of all, as perverted as I am. Now I’m off to do interesting things with a whisk, that may or may not involve gravy.
Crystal: I am thankful for pervertibles, and to Eden for introducing me to them, and not in dirty way. Really. I am thankful for being able to write smut, and for the people that buy it and read it. I’m thankful for the Smutketeers, because they are my sisters in filth, without whom I would feel much more perverted than I do. Though perhaps I should feel more perverted than I do, because our standards are a little smuttier than other peoples. The moral? Choose your friends wisely. Keep people around who make you look sane. And Happy Thanksgiving to all!
Eden: I’m thankful for my fellow Smutketeers, who are always here for me, whether it’s something as serious as running out of batteries, or as trivial as um…well, nothing is trivial to a writer-we’re a sensitive lot. I’m thankful to every editor who has ever wanted to contract one of my books, and to all those who read them. I’m thankful that I make *someone* look sane, finally! I’m thankful for all of my many sisters-in-smut. All for Smut and Smut for All! And I would be remiss if I didn’t thank the makers of the Brookstone Theraspa Turbo Handheld massager, whose byline is: “This is one massage experience that you will never forget!” It’s true. ‘Nuff said.
Happy Thanksgiving!
RG: I am thankful for my husband, the dirtiest chef I know, who feeds me and helps me with all my research (he especially likes the spanking research-he’s very thorough). I’m thankful for every note and email from my readers, it makes everything worthwhile. Above all, I’m thankful that this journey has brought to me such amazing friendships. The best of my lifetime. The Smutketeers and other likeminded readers and writers and fascinating characters that inspire me. And Feisty? I feel left out. I need to do something dirty enough that it can’t be talked about in public. I’ll think about it over the holidays. Happy Thanksgiving to everyone!
Now tell us all what you’re thankful for, and on Monday we will pick one lucky poster who will win some goodies that Eden got her hands on from Hustler Hollywood!
…because multiples are always better!
Today is the day! (Well, almost). R.G. Alexander’s MIDNIGHT FALLS and Eden Bradley’s THE SEEKING KISS are out TUESDAY from Samhain Publishing! Today we’ll post virgin sneak peeks of our latest sensual blood-sucking stories, unveil our fabulous Grand Prize and more!
Two hot, sexy vampire stories from The Smutketeers! We promise smut! We promise blood-sucking! We promise dirty sex! We are The Smutkeeters, after all-All for Smut and Smut for All!
First, let’s take a look at our gorgeous Grand Prize:
This dark and delicious neo-Victorian rose cameo pendant hangs from an 18” silver chain dotted with blood-red Swarovski pearls-lovely! Guaranteed to draw attention to your edible neckline.
You have until Tuesday at midnight PST to respond to each of the Sucking Sexy blog posts, which began October 2nd. The winner will be chosen from our most prolific posters during our Sucking Sexy weeks, and will be announced on Wednesday, October 21st, so check back that day to see if you’ve won!
And now for a look at R.G. Alexander’s MIDNIGHT FALLS…
His life was stolen to keep their secrets…
Book Four of Children of the Goddess
It has taken years for Liz to lay the past to rest. Now she has been called to find the missing Jasyn Dydarren, the only man who can save her friend Nicolette from the Shadow’s mark. Tracking him means chasing down a secret the Shadow Wolves want buried forever—and another man they want dead. A man with an eerily familiar face, whom she craves with an intensity she can’t explain.
Hannah, an Unborn, never considered herself anything special, but she and Jasyn have something that is. Now her Were has been snatched away. She’s not a fighter, but she’s willing to do whatever it takes to find her heart’s desire and force him to see her as an equal at last. Or die trying.
With alliances on the line and lives in danger, these two very different women must save their men, and come together to discover the truth…and destroy the Shadow once and for all.
Warning: This book contains explicit sex. Sex on the stairs, sex in a tree, sex with two, (and sex with three). Vampires mating. Werewolves mating. And a lot of gratuitous ass kicking.
EXCERPT:
“Help me! Oh, God, somebody please help me!”
He covered his ears at the grating, alien intrusion. Wild boars mating held nothing on that sound. Have to find it. Have to stop it. He stepped off the high limb of the tree where he’d taken his rest for the night, falling straight down to land, crouched, at its base.
“Help!”
He ran toward the noise, the mountainside forest a blur as he raced to the source of the unwanted intrusion. His nostrils flared. Woman. Human. She was doused with a repellent, an oily citrus that made him want to gag. Another odor, this one more familiar, covered that stink with its own. A dark smile lifted his lips, and he increased his speed.
Shadow.
Again? They’d left him alone for decades, why were they bothering him now? A hot poker of pain in his temples made him swear, freezing only moments before he reached the clearing where the screams had originated. Never mind. He didn’t care why. He could never have too much of a good thing. There was nothing better to break up the monotony than playing with paranoid dogs.
“Silence her, she did her job. His scent is close. Now I will succeed and make the others look like fools.” The voice was nervous, merely pretending confidence. Not an Alpha then. Pity. Anything less than an Alpha tasted sour.
“I still don’t understand why we have to kill it. Gyvain was very specific that it was to be left alone. Why are we listening to that a—”
“Gyvain is dead. And he was never my Alpha, nor yours. It is an affront to the memory of our fallen fathers to leave that abomination alive. They say he looks exactly like the Storm Bringer. Unfortunately Gyvain’s son and his followers let the family have that body to burn. I think I’ll take this one’s head as a trophy, so that every one who sees it knows what I have done.”
The names were like shards of glass rammed into his ears, and the throbbing in his head increased. Luckily, a feminine whimper distracted them from their conversation. The second Shadow murmured soothingly to the frightened girl. “Why should I care about things that happened before my time when I have such a gorgeous creature in my arms? Isn’t she a pretty thing? I didn’t know this side of the world had such pretty things. If we get him can I still have her? Keep her as you said after we slay the animal? ”
Cocky youth. Calling him an animal? The insult more than the threat to the terrorized woman sent fog rolling in around the two Shadow Wolves and their captive.
His fog.
He knew they could smell him, that the fog was only a momentary confusion, meant to terrorize and distract more than protect him. But that was what he wanted. So few things gave him pleasure, but it gave him pleasure to scare them. And they were scared. They had come onto his territory, had come for him, and again and again they underestimated his abilities. Abilities that only seemed to grow stronger with time.
One leaping stride had him directly behind the nervous one, who was too busy growling to notice he had a visitor. He sank his fangs deep, one hand over the villain’s mouth to keep him quiet as he drank the dark blood. Just as he’d thought. Sour. The images the blood brought did nothing to ease his pain. But it gave him the sustenance he needed. Satisfied him in a way the local wildlife never could. He lifted his mouth, smiling as the slender neck twisted easily in his hands, breaking with a satisfying crunch.
The cocky Were called out to his now silent companion, but it was too late. The woman had fallen free to the hard ground, and he was flailing in the air, his claws desperate to pry the large, strong hand from his throat.
The lovely dark skinned girl looked at her savior, squinting through the mist. “Thank you. Thank you, you saved my—”
“Run.”
He wanted to drink her dry, to drain her blood. He knew instinctively that it would be sweet, would erase the bitter taste of Shadow on his tongue. Where were her instincts? Humans lacked all sense of self-preservation.
“Run now.”
She backed away at his growl, tripping over her shredded backpack. Her richly scented blood poured down her knees, tempting him as she scrambled into the woods. She didn’t look back. So. Not that stupid after all.
“You may as well kill me.” The gasping Were in his grip continued to struggle. “I won’t tell you where the others are. Won’t tell you who you—”
Snap.
Silence. Blessed silence. He turned and slowly walked back the way he had come. He could have told the bastard he didn’t want to know, that he didn’t care. But it would have been a lie. Still, after all these years, he knew better.
Curiosity may not kill the cat, but it sure as hell gave him one mother of a headache.
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And now let’s look at Eden Bradley’s THE SEEKING KISS… Two vampires, one woman, an eternity of love and desire…if only she’s strong enough… Midnight Playground, Book 1
London 2069 For as long as Nissa has known about Midnight Playground, the most exclusive of a world-wide network of vampire sex clubs, she has yearned to gain entrance—and to become one of them. Orphaned and alone from a young age, she has nothing to lose and nothing to stop her from indulging in her darkest fantasies.
Hex and his maker, Aleron, have enjoyed many play partners at the club and have often shared in the euphoria of the Seeking Kiss, that sensual blood exchange between vampires and their lovers. But Nissa’s beauty, intelligence and strength is a siren call he can’t resist.. His desire for her and her willingness to let herself be drawn by their mental pull compels Hex to consider offering to her something he’s never given another mortal– the treasured Turning Kiss.
The beautiful vampire pair entice Nissa into an intimate sexual realm beyond her wildest dreams—and she revels in it. But when she finds herself falling for one of the powerful duo, it could mean the end of her deepest fantasies. Or a new beginning she never dared to imagine… Warning: Three-way vampire sex, voyeurism, exhibitionism, anal sex, oral sex, simultaneous anal and oral sex (oh, yes, it’s possible!), drinking blood, drinking blood while having sex, political unrest , and a hot French accent. Keep a fan and some holy water nearby!
EXCERPT
He watched her walk into the club, all defiant bravado, but he could smell the acrid scent of fear beneath. The new ones were always a little scared. But this little one had only an edge of it. Maybe the bravado wasn’t all defiance.
Hex had been just like that when he’d entered the club in Paris ten years ago. When he’d met Aleron. He’d been so damned ready. And hadn’t regretted a moment of his decision.
He turned his attention back to the new girl. Sleek, long, dark hair like a curtain around her slender shoulders and nearly to her tiny waist, a tight little body with breasts perhaps just a bit too full for her small frame. Lovely. One of those pouting doll mouths. She would look innocent if it weren’t for her eyes. They were green, tilted at the corners. Feline.
Pulling in a deep breath, he took in her fragrance from across the room, separating out the perfumes and sweat of the others, the alcohol, the cigarette smoke, the hash smoke. Yes, there she was, like honey, sweet, as innocent as her face. Except that there was a dark musk underneath it that spoke of sex.
Have to show her to Aleron. Have to have this one.
She glanced up, and her gaze caught his. He kept her there for a long moment, until she stumbled, and he let her go. There would be time later, once Aleron arrived. Aleron would help him bring the girl to him. To them.
His groin tightened.
They’d taken many women together, he and Aleron, in the years since Aleron had Turned him in the club in Paris. They’d come to London together only last year, wanting a change of scene. They both loved the British girls. There was a certain hardness about them the French women seemed to lack. And the British boys were beautiful and tough and smart. But the boys were almost too easy. He and Aleron fulfilled each other’s need for men anyway. It was the girls Hex wanted, that Aleron wanted.
Yes, they would bring the girl to them. Together. He could hardly wait.
The pulsing beat of the music seemed to push Nissa across the room as effectively as Ilana’s hand on her shoulder. She hardly had time to take in the multi-level dance floor, the old balconies of the theater hung with their golden scrollwork and life-sized cupids, paused as if about to take flight.
Her pulse was thrumming from that man—that vampire—looking at her. Not just looking, but looking. Into her. Seeing her.
She shivered.
Ilana had been right—there was no mistaking him for human. His dark gaze had glittered as though filled with the distant light of the stars. And even in the dim, throbbing glow of the club lights, his skin was luminous, his lips impossibly lush, smooth and pink. He had one of those compact, muscular bodies, broad shoulders beneath his white T-shirt, narrow hips in his black leather pants. He seemed impossibly clean, somehow, in a way she didn’t quite understand. All she really understood was that she wanted him, with a simmering desire she could barely contain.
But Ilana was gesturing her toward the long marble-topped bar at one end of the enormous room.
“Nissa, have a drink. It’ll calm you down.”
“What? All right. I’ll have a scotch, I guess.”
“You seem distracted.”
“No, I’m fine.”
“I saw him.”
“Who?”
“That dark one watching you.”
“Oh.” Nissa smoothed her hair from her face. She was always utterly confident when it came to men. But this was different. He was different. He wasn’t a man, after all. “It’s just…a lot to take in at first. I’ll be fine in a moment. Better after a drink.”
“Don’t drink too much. They won’t let you here, you know.”
“Yes, I know. And I never drink too much. Just something to take the edge off. But only the barest bit. I’m rather liking the edge.”
Ilana smiled at her. “I thought you might. There is a certain thrill just being here. It’s like nothing else.”
Nissa smiled back. “I didn’t want it to be.”
“That’s why you’re here.”
Ilana turned and ordered Nissa’s scotch and a vodka for herself. Nissa lifted her drink and sipped, her gaze wandering around the room. It was frankly thrilling as hell when she spotted a vampire among the humans. And after a few minutes, impossible not to recognize them immediately. They were the most beautiful creatures she had ever seen, every single one of them, although they came in every form. But all of them with that same flawless, gleaming skin like polished marble, eyes sparkling like jewels, with the most enormous pupils, absolutely perfect bodies. The way they moved, with absolute grace, as though their limbs were made of liquid. And that aura of power they seemed to wear like a halo.
“Nissa?”
“What? Sorry. Were you saying something?”
“I asked if you’re done with your drink.”
“Oh, yes, sure. I’m finished.” She swallowed the last bit of amber liquid and set her empty glass on the long polished bar. “What now?”
“Do you need me to go over anything else with you? How this works?”
“We’ve already discussed everything, haven’t we?”
They had. And Nissa had read over and over again the material that had been dropped at her flat by courier—a courier, for God’s sake, in these times. She knew all about the club itself, how the vampires had taken over the old theater fifteen years earlier when the London culture could no longer support live theater. She knew that those who entered Midnight Playground were offering themselves as servants, sexual partners without limit. She knew about the Seeking Kiss, in which they would drink from her during sex. And if she were very lucky, one would offer her the Turning Kiss, the ultimate offering of eternity.
She shivered, a long shimmering undulation of desire working its way up her spine.
“I have a date,” Ilana went on, “so I’ll have to leave you on your own now.”
Nissa nodded. “I expected as much. I’ll be fine.”
She always was. But she couldn’t deny the nerves trembling in her stomach, making her neck hot and tight.
“If you go through the doors at the back of the auditorium you’ll find a handful of small, semi-private rooms with tables and booths, for drinking, eating, talking. On the next floor up are the sex rooms. You’re welcome to watch if a curtain is open. If it’s closed, walk on. You’ll find a large, central room for more public displays. And on the top floor is the dungeon, if you’re ready for that.”
Nissa’s heart sped up, knocking in her veins like a hammer. “I’m ready for anything.”
“You’ll be all right?”
“Ilana, I am here because I wanted this. All of it. To meet them, to become one of them. And to be touched by them. To have them drink from me. I understand perfectly what I am getting myself into. I wouldn’t be here if I hadn’t been well educated as to what goes on here. I want this. I’ve waited so long. I’m dying to get started, frankly. Trust me, there is no overload for me.”
Ilana smiled once more. “Ah, they really will love you.”
“I hope so.”
“All right. I’ll ring you in a few days. Don’t expect to see me again tonight.”
Mark your calendars for Tuesday at Samhain!
RG and Eden are hard at work on more hot and sexy stories! Eden’s next release is her erotic novel from Bantam/Delta, THE BEAUTY OF SURRENDER, which will be out on October 27th, the same day as Crystal Jordan’sUNTAMED, her next tale of hot shifter sex from the Aphrodisia line. Come back to visit The Smutketeers on the 27th for a look at Eden’s and Crystal’s latest books, excerpts, a giveaway, and more! R.G.’s next release is WICKED SEXY in January and Lilli Fiesty’s next book, DARE TO SURRENDER, will be available in February-the Smutketeers are just in time to heat up your cold winter nights!
Meanwhile, don’t forget to post here to enter our contests!
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