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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!