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I’m absolutely thrilled to announce the release of EVERSONG, Book Four in my Midnight Playground vampire series! I’ve had so much reader mail about Ever, my favorite vampire! Of course I still adore Aleron and all the others, but something about Ever just gets to me-and to my readers, too, apparently. We’ve all been waiting for this book and it’s finally here, so I had to find a big way to celebrate! What better way to do it than by talking to Ever himself? Without further ado, here he is, my darling, wicked Ever.

Eden: Thank you so much for coming by the Smutketeers blog to talk with us today. What would you like readers to know about you?

Ever: Anything for you, my pet. I do love that you describe me as wicked. There is something wicked about vampires. I don’t mean intrinsically evil. We are not creatures from hell, as some may think-we are simply different. But it is more about our body chemistry than any spiritual matter. We are wicked by nature only in that we are more primitive, primal beings. We have an enormous lust for all things sensual, and that basic, animal nature means we don’t fight the powerful urge to pursue our desires, whether it’s for blood, decadent luxuries, or sex. Especially sex.

Eden: If you’re going to wink at me like that I’ll never be able to think straight enough to finish this interview! Where were we? Oh yes, the sex. You vampires are pretty open-minded when it comes to sex.

Ever: Sex is every bit as necessary for us as blood. Moreso, perhaps. I can go days without blood, but sex…only in the greatest depths of my lassitude have I gone even a day without the divine pleasures of the flesh, and that has happened to me only twice in my very long life. Sex for vampires is purely uninhibited. And pure in that we don’t see it as anything taboo, nothing connected to shame or inhibition. There is something beautiful in that kind of sex. I think it’s something mortals experience all too rarely.

Not all of us are prone to the more extreme kink, but many of us are, including myself, as you may have noticed. Again, I believe it’s that primal nature. And when you’ve lived for a few hundred years-or more, as in my case-it takes something a bit more extreme to keep us entertained. I don’t see that as a bad thing, do you?

Eden: Absolutely not. In fact, it may be one of my favorite things about you. But then, you are one of my favorite things.

Ever: Come over here and whisper that in my ear, my darling Eden.

Eden: You really don’t want me to finish this interview, do you?

Ever: Would that be such a bad thing?

Eden:You are a bad thing!

Ever: You say that as if it’s something to be ashamed of. But you just said you like that about me.

Eden: (fanning self) Um…maybe we should get back to the interview?

Ever: Certainly.

Eden: Why don’t you tell us a little about your book, EVERSONG?

Ever: In EVERSONG I meet Mercy and Deo, a pair of fledgling vampires who were both created in an unsanctioned manner, Mercy by the rogue vampire Gauis, and Deo, in turn, by her. The Vampire Council, whom you’ll meet in this book, must decide if Mercy and Deo are to be punished for their crimes. I don’t believe they should be punished, and take them under my protection. And I swear it is not only because I find them both so exquisite, so irresistible. They are great beauties, both of them. But you will see that for yourselves…and how we hunt the evil Gaius, even as he hunts Mercy.

Eden: You mentioned the Vampire Council. What can you tell us about them?

Ever: These are the vampires who helped me create the Council and the Midnight Playground clubs all over Europe, and many of them will eventually have their own stories. They are a diverse group, all of them beautiful in the way vampires always are. I believe the first of Part Two in the Midnight Playground series will be Ramsey’s story, and his is a tragic tale which began several centuries ago in New Orleans, and ends in Madrid.

Eden: I can hardly wait to start writing those stories, but I have several books to finish first. While we’re waiting, maybe we should take a small peek at EVERSONG.

EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT (you won’t see it anywhere else until you read the book!): WARNING-X-RATED!
Mercy smiled, and Ever turned onto his back. She raised herself onto her arm, leaned in to kiss him softly on the mouth. She drew back to let Deo do the same. And felt lust squeeze deep in her body, cunt and belly and breasts, watching their mouths join.

“Ah, seeing the two of you kiss… I’ve never seen anything like it,” she whispered in awe. “Never seen anything more erotic.”

Ever smiled even as he pressed his mouth harder to Deo’s. He reached for her, his hand finding her breast. He squeezed her nipple hard, making her gasp, making her laugh. Deo growled, pulled his mouth from Ever’s.

“Come here, love.”

She moved in, kissed Deo’s soft mouth, her body going hot all over. And absolutely soaking wet when Ever slipped his hand between her thighs.

“You’re more than ready,” he said.

She pulled away from Deo’s mouth, looking into his ocean eyes as she answered Ever’s question. “Yes.”

“But you need more.” Ever suggested.

Without taking her gaze from Deo’s, she said, “I want to see the two of you. I want to see Deo’s beautiful mouth on your cock.”

Ever laughed. “So do I.”

Deo grinned at her, and she sat up on her knees to watch as he knelt next to Ever’s beautiful body, which was all sleek planes and angles. Deo bent his head, his dark curls falling over his cheeks. He stroked Ever’s long, pale cock with his fingers.

“Suck me, Deo,” Ever commanded.

Deo licked his lips. Her pussy clenched as he leaned in and took just the swollen tip of Ever’s cock between his lips. Ever groaned softly.

“Ah, God,” she murmured.

Deo lifted his head. “Is this what you wanted to see, Mercy? Ever’s cock in my mouth. Down my throat?”

His blue-green eyes were sparkling. His own cock was a thick shaft of rigid flesh between his muscular thighs.

“Oh yes. I want to see you take command of him. To see you render him helpless with desire, as you do to me.”

“Ah, you two will kill me with desire,” Ever moaned. “Come and kiss me while he gives me head, my lovely Mercy.”

Ever reached for her as Deo bent to his task once more. And as her mouth met Ever’s, his lips and breath, that unearthly combination of cool flesh and wet heat, she went loose all over. He tasted like eternity. Sex. Deo’s flesh and her own. It was intoxicating. His tongue was pure silk against hers. His teeth grazed her lower lip for a moment before he bit.

The first drop of blood on his tongue and she felt it like a shock—that connection once more, as strong as it had been when they’d all been fucking. She felt Ever’s pleasure as Deo swallowed his cock. The great pleasure Deo took in Ever’s stony flesh. Ever’s hand working at Deo’s cock in long, hard strokes. Their sensations merged, became her own. She felt it like some sublime heat blossoming between her thighs.

She moaned, opened her thighs, and without her asking for what she needed, Ever’s other hand moved over her wet cleft. His clever fingers found the hard nub of her clit and pressed, rubbed, pinched.

She panted into his mouth. He pinched harder. At the same time, Deo’s hand found her breast, tugged hard at her nipple. She came apart all at once, came in a sharp torrent of sensation, gasping into Ever’s open mouth. He kissed her harder, pinched her clit harder, until the pain was nearly unbearable. But unbearably sweet at the same time.

Her head spun as her climax thundered through her. From some distant place she heard Deo cry out, felt the pulsing of his cock as he came in Ever’s hand. And still he sucked on Ever’s cock. As Ever finally came in a hot spurt down Deo’s throat, she tasted the salt and sugar of his vampiric come. And saw into his past.

A woman with golden hair falling in rippling waves around her full hips. She turned, and Mercy saw her face—heart-shaped with high, rounded cheekbones. Flawless. Beautiful. Except there was a strange light in her eyes that were the gray of a storm-tossed sea.

She smelled the salt, then. Looked beyond the woman and saw a ragged line of cliffs that let into the ocean.

“Ever,” the woman said.

He moved to join her.

Vérún

His love for her filled her heart. Her mind, as he joined her at the mouth of the cave. Together they stood as the sun sank and the sky went dark. He held her in his arms, her naked breasts pressed to his chest. He was hard for her. Yearning for her. She lowered her head to his chest, bit into the flesh below his nipple, and he cried out as she drank. He saw her darkness. It filled his head even as his cock swelled.

Need to be inside her. To have her. To keep her safe.

Keep her with me…

Vérún.

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CONTEST! To enter, visit my website and look at my other Midnight Playground books, then tell me either which cover ~or~ which blurb is the most enticing to you. You’ll be entered to win copies of any two of the winners choice of my Samhain e-book back list (you can see them on my website or on my Samhain page) ~and~ a $20.00 Amazon or B&N gift card ~and~ a copy of my Midnight Playground prequel short, EVER: THE TURNING! I’ll choose a winner and announce it here on the night of Monday, October 10th, so be sure to check back! (**Note: I’ll be traveling that day, so if I’m late, blame Ever-he won’t mind. *G*)
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You can buy EVERSONG now! Samhain Publishing * Amazon *  B&N *

The ever-fabulous best-selling Shayla Black is here with us to share a peek at her latest book, ENTICE ME AT TWILIGHT, Book Four in her Doomsday Brethren series, out today! We love a hot paranormal story, and this series is always intense, emotional and full of the sizzle Shayla is famous for! She’s also answered a few of the Smutketeers’ trademark nosy questions and she’s having a contest, so be sure to stick around for the prizes! We’re so excited to have her-well, not to have her, but we do like to think of it that way…*G*…but we’ll take whatever little piece of Shayla we can get.

In her latest Doomsday Brethren tale, they fight their mortal enemy for the newest weapon in a bloody magical war: the only woman a magical warrior shouldn’t claim…and the one he can’t resist.

Dangerously handsome Simon Northam, Duke of Hurstgrove, and his uptight barrister brother hardly get along, but crashing Mason’s wedding and stealing his fiancée take sibling rivalry to a new level. Duke’s family knows nothing of his magical prowess or the Doomsday Brethren, so how can he explain that mankind’s fate lies with the beautiful, tenacious bride he longs to seduce for himself?

Felicia is an Untouchable, a rare human whose presence disables magic—even the impenetrable forces surrounding Morganna le Fay’s tomb. The evil witch’s malicious powers could propel nefarious wizard Mathias to ultimate world domination . . . if he can resurrect her. To conceal herself, Felicia must heed her simmering desires to mate with Duke, but he risks binding his life—and sanity—to a lover whose loyalty may be forever torn. He faces a terrible choice: betray his brother for ultimate survival . . . or lose the woman who tempts him beyond control.

Here’s an excerpt from ENTICE ME AT TWILIGHT:

A sudden crash of the door against the wall, coupled with a feral growl, startled Felicia. Her blood froze and her heart flipped over. Fearing attack, she whirled.
It wasn’t Mathias and the Anarki. Instead, she found danger of another kind.
Hurstgrove. His hair was uncharacteristically mussed, as if he’d raked a hand through it over and over. His pupils were dilated. A flush darkened his bronzed face. His wide chest, visible beneath his half unbuttoned shirt, rose and fell with each agitated breath. Need jumped through her belly, then pulsed lower.
“Felicia.” His normally cultured voice rattled across the room, echoing off the walls. Stark. Aggressive.
Sexual.
Oh dear God. His intent was unmistakable. He’d come to claim her.
Felicia bit her lip as her gaze traveled down, over Hurstgrove’s hard abdominals and narrow hips to see— Bloody hell. He was aroused. Very.
In response, her body throbbed, the ache deep, strong, demanding. She released a ragged breath, her yearning to touch him so deep, she clenched her fist to contain it.
From the corner of her eye, she saw the other women exchange meaningful glances.
Felicia frowned. “Hurstgrove, I—”
“Damn it! My bloody name is Simon.” He charged across the room and clasped her in a feverishly tight grip. “You are my mate. Say my name.”
She hesitated. If she did, would the added intimacy give him the green light to ravish her and draw her deeper under his spell? They should seal this union. But as desperately as she wanted him, how could sharing a bed with him not affect her heart?
No doubt he was the sort of lover who made lying back and thinking of England impossible. She shivered. It wasn’t merely the sex—at which Felicia had no doubt he’d be quite skilled—but the intimacy. His kisses. His touch. His sensual heat. His whispered words. His possession. All would deepen her feelings, put her heart in peril. The part of her that had never stopped weeping after Deirdre’s death was terrified of being that unguarded with anyone again.
Felicia tried to ease away from Hurstgrove. His grip held like iron. Both panic and excitement zipped through her.
He glared at the other women. “Get out. Now.”
Jaws dropping, Kari exited quickly, followed by Sydney and Anka. Olivia paused to pat her shoulder on her way out the door.
“Wait!” she called after them.
They went on, falling quickly out of sight. Only Sabelle lingered in the doorway.
Felicia tried to swallow her rising desire and anxiety. “What’s happening?”
Hurstgrove’s fingers dug deeper into her shoulders. “What should have happened the moment you spoke the Binding. I’m going to kiss you, then sink deep inside of you until you know exactly which brother you belong to.”
Felicia sucked in a breath, her insides pulsing at his words.
“It’s mating fever,” Sabelle murmured. “His instincts… He kissed you some days ago, sending his body into awareness. Once he spoke the Call, he became a ticking bomb.” Regret spread over her soft features. “Sorry. I should have realized…”
That Hurstgrove would become sexually demanding? Felicia stared up into his blunt, dominating stare. He wanted her; he meant to take her.
Ignoring her attraction was her best means of self-preservation. Two days ago, she could have. The past twenty-four hours had peeled back his layers, proving he was brave, committed, smart, self-sacrificing. After fleeing through the night with Hurstgrove, kissing him, Binding to him, something in her had changed. She’d cleaved to him in some way that had nothing to do with the words they’d exchanged and everything to do with her feelings for him. Knowing he’d visited a surrogate had ripped her open with a hurt she didn’t want to experience again. But if she refused him, she would.
Doing without him now would hurt her more.
Felicia rubbed at her forehead in confusion. For the first time, she was tempted to indulge in the heady rush of sensations and emotions coursing through her…even at the risk to her heart.
Still, if his fixation with her faded, Hurstgrove could crush her. If? No, when. But what would happen if she rejected him now, didn’t seal this union? Mathias would find her and kill them both.
“What’s happened to him?” she whispered to the witch.
Hurstgrove leaned closer until Felicia felt the heat of his body pouring off in waves. A drum beat of desire pounded inside her. “Buckle up, Sunshine. I plan to strip you bare and taste you, before I sink my cock inside you, so deep for so long, you won’t remember ever being without me.”
Felicia’s desire ramped up viciously.
“It’s a fever. It will pass,” Sabelle assured. “If you don’t want this, I’ll call my Aunt Millie. She can sedate him. She’ll only need to keep him under for a few weeks. A month at most.”
A month! Everything inside her rebelled against that. It was too cruel. And too dangerous.
Hurstgrove had risked everything to save her, done his best to respect her boundaries, even allowing himself to sink into this fever, rather than press her. Even now, with every muscle taut and trembling, he restrained himself, awaiting her reply.
“If we don’t sedate him?” She heard her own voice shake.
Sabelle hesitated, looking as if she was deciding how to break bad news.
Having no such qualms, Hurstgrove gripped Felicia’s chin and forced her to meet his gaze. “There isn’t anything or anyone that will stop me from taking you in every way I possibly can, every moment of every day, until you know you’re mine.”
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Be sure to get your copy of ENTICE ME AT TWILIGHT, on sale now!
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And now for a quick and revealing li’l Q&A for our guest:

~Cozy PJ’s or sleeping in the nude? Nude (the Smutketeers love that about you, Shayla!)

~On men: boxers, briefs or commando? Boxer briefs! (Eden, too!)

~Rock star or cowboy? Hunky professor for me (and for Crystal!)

~5-star hotel or camping under the stars? 5 star hotel-if there are no electrical outlets I do not go-I’m all about comfort!

~Jeans or stilettos? Jeans

~Beer or girly drink with an umbrella? Girly drink (we happen to know Shayla loves a good margarita!)

~Tahiti beach vacation or Colorado ski trip? Tahiti beach (she likes it hot!)

~Romantic night in with a movie, or hot night out on the town? Hot night out on the town (see-we told you!)

~Chocolate or vanilla? Chocolate

~Hugs or kisses? Depends on who it’s from. If it’s a hot guy, definitely kisses!

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CONTEST!!!!!!
Shayla has graciously offered up autographed copies of HAUNTED BY YOUR TOUCH, her new paranormal anthology with Jeaniene Frost and Shari Kohler, to three lucky winners! This book comes out today, so enter now and be one of the first to read it!

To enter, visit Shayla’s website and browse through her books, then come back here and give us the names of any three of her heroes. Post your answers here to be eligible to win. Winners will be announced here on the Smutketeers blog on Friday, October 29th!

***Note: Sorry folks, but this contest is only open to those within the continental US due to prohibitive shipping costs.

Stay tuned for more amazing guest authors, tons of Smutketeer book releases, prizes, and other smutty goodness-including a HUGE secret to be revealed this December!
All For Smut, and Smut For All!

This Monday, October 4th, I’ll be blogging at Bitten By Books to continue the celebration of BLOODSONG, Book Two in my Midnight Playground vampire series! Bitten By Books is one of the top paranormal discussion and review sites on the Internet-if you haven’t been there, you must check it out!

The awesome folks at Bitten By Books are offering a special perk to my readers who register for this event in advance-they’ll give you an additional 25 entries in the contest we’ll be running on my blog day! They have a huge readership, so those extra entries can really help you up your odds! I’m giving away some special prizes, so be sure to stop by their blog on Monday & Tuesday to see!
To register, just click HERE.
To visit Bitten By Books, click HERE.
I hope you’ll all come by on Monday and say hello! Should be fun!