Or it’s live, anyway. *grin* With a lot of help from my Smutty girls (and boy!), I managed to get FrankenDom uploaded to the major sites, and it’s now available for download at Amazon and Smashwords. B&N is a little slower about getting things up and running, but I’ll post a link as soon as I have it.
Just in case you’ve forgotten the beautiful cover R.G. made for me, here it is again!
So let me tell you a little about FrankenDom. It was as big a surprise to me as it is to most of you. And it’s a dirty, dirty story that’s apparently making Smutketeers and Smutkedettes everywhere blush and giggle and squirm in their chairs.
My job here is done. :D
But seriously, this story grabbed me by the throat and absolutely refused to let go until it was finished. It was supposed to be just a fun little promotional novella, but the concept was so big, I couldn’t fit it into anything less than 75,000 words, and I finished it in about seven weeks. It’s the fastest full-length novel I’ve ever written.
I know some of you are very disappointed it’s not Amorous Overnight coming out now, but that one I don’t intend to self-publish, so even if I’d finished it first, it wouldn’t be coming out now. You’d still have months to wait for a release if I’d turned it on Friday as planned. This way, you get the immediate gratification of a release from me, and still have the gratification of AmO’s release to look forward to sometime in the next few months. It’s a win/win for everyone!
So in honor of FrankenDom’s release, I’m going to be giving away a prize package of a $10 Amazon gift card and a copy of any one of my backlist books, digital or print! All you have to do is read the exclusively exclusive Smutketeers’ excerpt below and tell me who’s got the tattoo and what it says. I won’t make you tell me where it is. ;-) The winner will be announced before midnight tonight!
First the blurb again:
FrankenDom by Robin L. Rotham
A scientist with an obsession. A protégée with an agenda. And a surgeon with needs too long denied…
Vascular surgeon Dr. Rachel McBride knows she’d be insane to pass up a prestigious fellowship for the chance to work on Julian Kilmartin’s cutting-edge research project. The reclusive neurologist has been the object of her submissive daydreams since residency, and time and distance have only strengthened the dark compulsion.
To complicate matters, a former lover who was all too aware of her attraction to Julian is also on the team. Charmingly obnoxious Dr. Colin Carter was Julian’s protégée back in the day, and nothing appears to have changed…or has it? There’s an earnestness to Colin now, an urgency she’s never seen in him—and he claims her desire for Julian was reciprocated but deliberately left unfulfilled.
When she takes the chance and travels to eastern Europe, Rachel discovers that research is only part of her job description—and submission is only the beginning of the sexual excesses Julian and Colin will demand from her.
But when the unthinkable nature of Julian’s research project is finally revealed, Rachel is ready to run from the men she thought she knew. Securing her cooperation will take a touch of coercion, a bit of bondage, and all the erotic torture two deliciously deviant doctors can apply.
Reader Advisory: You should assume any Robin L. Rotham book contains BDSM elements, anal play, and every possible ménage à trois permutation plus occasional spares. Additionally, FrankenDom contains mad scientists, real dungeons, whips, chains, spanking, a variety of taboo fantasies, mild puppy play, electrical devices in uncomfortable places, humor, and an intimidating ratio of sadists to masochists.
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X-Rated Excerpt:
When Colin woke with an impressive erection, I turned around before he could slide it into the nearest available opening and put my hand on his chest. “So what was the bet?”
Tucking his arm under his head, he gave me a heavy-lidded look. “What bet?”
“Last night. Julian said you were paying some kind of forfeit because you’d lost a bet.”
“Oh, that bet. Before you arrived, I bet that you’d read your contracts word for word before signing them and knew what you were getting into. He bet you hadn’t.” He cupped my face, stroking my lips with his thumb as he eyed me with a rueful grin. “You picked a hell of a time to start breaking the rules, Rachel McBride.”
“I’m sorry. And the forfeit?”
“He got to fuck you first, and I got to come down my leg when all I wanted was to come in you.”
Wow, I’d never been the stakes in a bet before—at least not that I knew of. “What if you won?”
“He’d have fucked you first and I wouldn’t have had to come down my leg before I came in you.”
“So Julian wouldn’t have had to pay any kind of forfeit?”
Colin smiled. “Nope. Besides, he hoped he was wrong, so either way he’d come out the winner.”
“That hardly seems fair.”
“He’s the Dom, Rachel.”
The words thrilled me, especially knowing Julian was the Dom of both of us.
“Let me make it up to you.” Pushed him to his back, I threw back the covers, intent on relearning all the intimate things I’d once known about his body. I started licking and sucking at his earlobes and worked my way down his neck to his cute little nipples.
By the time I reached his eager cock, he was already groaning so I grasped the root and sucked the head into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it sensuously.
He hissed with pleasure. “God, yes! I’ve missed that.”
Almost teary-eyed, I pulled off him and whispered, “Me, too.”
I started to go back down and paused, tipping my head to the side. It looked like he had a tattoo around his cock, just under the head. Like a tiny armband, only a…cockband? Two solid lines of black ink enclosed block letters, and I maneuvered him around until I could read them all.
PROPERTY OF RACHEL, it declared.
I looked up with wide eyes to find him smirking at me. “If you want to know about that, you’ll have to ask Julian.”
Then he pounced, rolling me to my stomach and sitting on my hips. He took my hands and wrapped them around the corner bedpost. “Stay. I mean it. Don’t move or I’ll punish you.”
“Okay,” I breathed into the sheet, my heartbeat picking up speed in my throat.
He got off me and climbed down off the bed, then I heard a sliding noise, a grunt and a big thump. “What the hell have you got in there, a set of encyclopedias?”
Ah, my luggage. “Two years’ worth of clothes.”
“Like you’ll be needing those,” he murmured. Was he digging in my cedar chest? I hadn’t even thought to open it, assuming it contained blankets and pillows like most cedar chests.
Colin appeared beside the bed with a set of neoprene cuffs, which was what I got for assuming. He looped it around the bedpost and wrapped my wrists. Then he dug in the bottom drawer of the nightstand and came up with a realistic-looking dildo of average proportions.
“What are you going to do with that?” I asked warily as he drizzled it with lube from the top drawer.
He grinned. “I’ll give you two guesses.”
Over my half-hearted protests, he climbed between my legs and slid it into my vagina, which was still slick from last night’s activities. When he lubed up his rigid cock, nudged my knees wider and pushed himself into my butt, I squealed with something close to pain…but not quite. He stretched out on my back with a satisfied groan, squashing me into the mattress.
“Oh, Rachel, that’s so fucking good,” he groaned.
Sliding both hands under me, he forced the dildo deeper with one while the other fingered my clit. The whole time, his hips maintained a slow, even pumping, sliding his cock into my rectum without apology.
“You are such a dirty girl, Rachel McBride,” he breathed without pausing. “You like having two cocks fuck you at once, don’t you?”
“It hurts,” I said in a small voice, feeling very naughty because it didn’t really hurt that much. It just felt thick and full and deliciously depraved. My imagination ran amok with forbidden possibilities.
“Get used to it,” he ordered. “We’re going to do this to you, and unless we hear a safe word, neither of us will stop.”
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!
Today we have authors Inez Kelley and Ginny Glass airing their Dirty Laundry right here at Smutketeers! So let’s give them a warm, smutty welcome…things are about to heat up in here…
What is your secret? What makes your body flush with heat, your eyes close in want, your hands tremble in suppressed longing? Do you crave a spanking? Do you dream of a stranger? Or do you fantasize about your best friend?
Eli dreams of taking her to the whisper-fine edge between pleasure and pain.
He’d never known the need to wring every ounce of capitulation from a woman, to orchestrate her surrender and give back tenfold in the reward of endless, mindless, rocket-hot pleasure. Until Bea.
Bea craves his touch… and his punishment.
Bea knew that there was something dark in Elijah— something that called to a near-constant hunger in her.
Grant uses her fantasy to achieve his own and takes his friend along for the titillating ride.
Something taboo, forbidden and tempting swelled in Grant’s chest. Her shared fantasy took on new life in his mind.
Vivi wants it all and will have them both.
The mysterious spice of Cade’s mouth lingered on Grant’s tongue, and he shared it with her. Vivi gorged on the blended tastes.
Beneath the darkest secrets lurk the deepest truths…
if you’re brave enough to confess them.
Dirty little secrets, dirty little lies, everyone has something to hide
Come take a spin with us, watch all our secrets come out in the wash
Come see our DIRTY LAUNDRY
We, along with Carina Press, are thrilled to present DIRTY LAUNDRY, three novellas that explore what happens when secrets are exposed and fantasies revealed.
We hope all your dirty laundry is as hot, as wet, and as steamy as ours!
One commenter between today(August 18th) and August 20th will win a very naughty Dirty Laundry Basket. No details (because the surprise is half the fun!) but let’s just say that this basket is enough to get you softened, lathered and rinsed in shivery good ways! Goodies that are hot, thick and batteries WILL be included! Mystery prizes, along with a copy of CC, TDTM and C/O in winner’s choice of formats.
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!
The Smutketeers have the great fortune of interviewing the fabulous Robin L. Rotham, best-selling author of ALIEN OVERNIGHT! The mysterious and elusive Robin has agreed to come out of hiding long enough for The Smutketeers to have our way with her, and we are titillated and honored.
Robin’s newest release, ENEMY OVERNIGHT is the long-awaited sequel to ALIEN OVERNIGHT, available now from Ellora’s Cave. And if you want a taste of just how exciting this book is, here’s the blurb:
The last time Jasmine King was aboard the Heptoral, she escaped by the skin of her teeth. This time she won’t be so lucky. Trapped on a ship full of sex-starved aliens and out of the pheromone blocker that holds off her physical transition, Jasmine makes a desperate escape attempt…and fails. The consequences are disastrous—she’s mated to three horny warriors, and one has a huge bone to pick with her. What’s a girl to do but fall in love?
The last time Shauss saw Jasmine, the deceitful little Terran stole his bondmate from under his nose. This time he won’t be so trusting. Finally master of his own bond, Shauss names secondary mates Jasmine feels safe with…and lives to regret it. One can’t stop puking long enough to claim her. The other challenges Shauss’ supremacy by digging into his psyche at every turn. What’s a Dom to do but fuck them all into submission?
He sets out to do just that, but his domination takes a brutal turn when he discovers Jasmine’s deadly secret…
Reader advisory: Contains a female/female sex scene.
~Robin, since this is your first time with the Smutketeers we’re trying to calm down enough to handle you as gently as possible. Okay, WTF, let’s just get right down to business. Alien sex-really? Do tell!
Those poor aliens didn’t know what they were getting themselves into when they landed in my brain, LOL! First they had to get past the squick factor of anal and now I’m making them do each other. What’s the galaxy coming to?!
~Oh my! (*fanning ourselves* Or rather, having our loin-clothed houseboys do it). So-the word is that fans have been dying for this sequel. We won’t hold it against you, especially now that it’s here. But we will consider you a tease! What have you been working on in the interim?
I’ve had three releases since AO came out, and they’re all very different from each other. I originally wrote SENIORELLA for the Romance Divas E-book Challenge to help promote AO, and it was so well-received, I turned around and sold it to EC. CARNAL HARVEST was just a little farm wife’s fantasy that wouldn’t go away, so I finally got it down on paper. It turned out to be so much more than a fantasy! (Don’t tell him I told you, but there’s a lot of my relationship with Mr. Robin in that story.) And then there was BIG TEMPTATION, which was actually the first book I ever wrote. I started it in the summer of 2005 and finished the shitty first draft in less than seven weeks. Didn’t have the courage to really look at it again until ALIEN OVERNIGHT was well into the revision stage. BIG is and probably always will be the book of my heart. I still do a double-take and think of Barrett every time I see a white Suburban.
~Was the incredible success of ALIEN OVERNIGHT a surprise to you, especially as your first published story? That must have made your head spin!
Oh baby, shocked doesn’t even begin to cover it. I’m still in shock. When readers emailed me (and still email me) begging for the sequel, I was both thrilled and frightened. There’s this level of expectation that I didn’t have to worry about when I wrote AO – that was just a lark, something fun to do. Knowing that so many readers were clamoring for EO made it much harder to write because I don’t want to let anyone down. But it’s inevitable that I’ll let some readers down because I had conflicting requests, LOL! Some wanted me to stay away from m/m and others wanted Shauss and Kellen to get it on. Some wanted Shauss and Kellen and Monica back together permanently and others wanted Shauss and Jasmine. Nobody asked for any f/f, but it found its way in there and I just couldn’t take it out because it felt inevitable—the challenge was issued and had to be answered. I just had to write the story as it wanted to be written.
~Tell us what your writing process is like. Do you have any particular rituals?
If I have one ritual, it’s making myself a nice big cup of cinnamon pecan coffee with half ‘n’ half…and then letting it sit there and get ice-cold while I write. I know it’s been a decent writing day when I’ve had to nuke my coffee at least four times. Generally I sit in the living room, in my recliner with my laptop, and try to ignore whatever is going on around me. I work best in complete quiet, but I can put on noise-cancelling headphones if I have to and make the world go away. I listen to music, but usually only to get myself in the mood. However, when I’m deep into really tense or emotional scenes, I’ll let classical music or a single mood piece play in a loop in the background. For instance, with EO, I listened to VAST’s Don’t Take Your Love Away and Gary Jules’ Mad World hundreds of times each. Oh, and I developed an EO soundtrack that I listened to in the car all the time to help keep me in the mood.
~What’s up next for you? New books releases, appearances, deviant sexual experiences?
Well, obviously ENEMY OVERNIGHT releases today, and then after that, it’s anyone’s guess. I have at least four sequels that need to be written and hopefully they’ll come a little easier than EO, which I didn’t really set up well for its sequels. As for personal appearances, on Wednesday, July 15, I’ll be signing copies of BIG TEMPTATION at the Readers for Life Literacy Autographing as part of the RWA national convention at the Marriott Wardman Park Hotel in Washington DC. Deviant sexual experiences are still TBD. Any of you care to help me out with that…?
~Don’t tempt us, darling Robin. The Smutketeers are always glad to lend a helping hand! So to speak…
Okay, on to a few either/or questions:
~Voyeur or exhibitionist? Both ~Chocolate or vanilla? Chocolate, baby – the darker the better! ~Kinky or vanilla? If you have to ask, you haven’t read my books. ~Dirty farmer or dominant alien? I’ve had plenty of dirty farmer so I think Mr. Robin would forgive me if I wanted to try dominant alien. ~Backpacking in Nepal or lounging on the beach in Tahiti? Hmm, let’s see, hell or heaven…? TAHITI, of course! ~Mac-n-cheese or filet mignon? The filet. Nothing beats a tender piece of hand-beaten meat. ~Summer or Winter? After living ten years in Vail, SUMMER! ~Rich or famous? Rich, no contest. ~Handcuffs or silk scarves? Handcuffs—and a little police brutality to go with them.
~Any last words now that you’ve been stripped of your Smutketeer interview virginity?
Well, Mr. Robin is giving me the look, so it must be time to do some more research. *grin* Thank you for thinking I’m interesting enough to interview, my sexy Smutketeers. I hope you all enjoy ENEMY OVERNIGHT! And I’ll be picking a random winner or two from whoever posts today and giving them signed copies of Alien Overnight and Big!
Thanks so much for being here-was it good for you? We hope so-the Smutketeers never want to disappoint.
Where you girls are concerned, it’s always good for me.
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!
My latest release, TEMPT ME TWICE, is my very first hot menage story, and my first story from Samhain, and it’s out today!
One hot man is good. Two’s double the fun…until your heart gets involved.
Jessie has been in love with her bisexual best friend, Paul, since their college days. He’s never made a move on her, though, and at this point she values his friendship too much to risk revealing her feelings. Especially since now he has a new male lover and seems so happy.
Paul and Noah have only Jessie’s rest and relaxation in mind when they invite her along on a camping trip to Lake Tahoe. She’s been pretty stressed out preparing to show her art at a major New York gallery. A weekend getaway will do her a world of good—and they won’t take no for an answer.
Jesse thought she’d be nothing more than a third wheel on this trip. But Noah is as sweet and hot as Paul, and their first night turns into a heated tangle of bodies in the dark tent by the lake.
It’s an erotic, intense experience that must come to an end. And when it does, will she still have her best friend?
Warning: Explicit and unusual sex in nearly every possible combination: boy on girl, boy on boy, boys on girl, with a little anal action and some spanking thrown in just to keep things interesting!
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Want a little peek inside? Okay, but only for you…
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Somehow, an hour later, she was in Paul’s black Jeep Cherokee, roaring up Highway 80 on the way to Lake Tahoe. Music blared from the CD player, the windows were down to let the fresh summer air in and she was more relaxed than she’d been in months.
“So,” Noah started, “tell me how you two met.”
“I picked her up in a sex ed class,” Paul said, winking at her over his shoulder.
“Hah. Hardly. I was his English tutor.”
“Yeah, but my version is so much sexier.”
Why did he have to say something like that? When had things between them ever been sexy, other than in her vivid imagination?
“You’ve known each other a long time then,” Noah said.
“We’ve been friends for ten years.” Paul turned again, flashed her a quick smile, and her insides melted as always.
“Why just friends? Or has something more ever happened between you two?”
“No, nothing,” Paul was quick to answer, then they were both silent.
Noah looked from Jessie to Paul. “Sorry. Not my business. I shouldn’t have asked.”
“It’s okay,” Jessie told him. “It’s a reasonable enough question.”
One she’d never been able to answer.
“What about you two? You met when Paul went to Quebec to pick up that T-bird, right?”
Noah nodded, smiled, a brilliant flash of strong white teeth.
Beautiful man.
“Yeah. He came into the bar where I was having a drink with an old friend. I’m really not usually the bar type. But Paul walked in, the hot American import. I liked him right away. I still do.”
He reached out, stroked a hand over Paul’s T-shirt-clad shoulder, and a rush of envy went through her. If only she could touch Paul so casually, express her desire for him so openly.
If only Noah would touch her like that.
Jesus. She really was a mess. She didn’t even know who she wanted. And nothing was going to happen anyway. She may as well get over it.
But she was wet, aching, as much as she’d been in the shower.
They reached their campground on the edge of Lake Tahoe in another four hours, parked and got out of the car. The sun was lowering in the sky, casting darkening shadows over the crisp blue, touching the water in the lake with silver. Fir trees surrounded the lake, which sat like an enormous blue bowl, cradled by the surrounding mountains.
Jessie raised her arms over her head and stretched her back, breathing in the crisp, clean air. So gorgeous here. She was glad she’d come, despite her uncontrolled surges of lust. Paul came around the side of the car and slid an arm around her shoulders.
“Can I tempt you to get some food ready while we put the tent up?”
He could tempt her into doing almost anything, if only he knew it.
“Sure. I saw the ice chest in the back. I’ll take care of it.”
They spent some time getting the campsite together. The sun dove into the horizon in a blaze of summer sky glory. Shades of pink, amber and gold cast long shadows against the trees, touching the boughs with color, before sinking, leaving them in darkness other than the light from the fire they’d built and the two Coleman lanterns, the faint glow from the other campsites.
Dinner was simple, pan-fried steak and potatoes wrapped in foil and baked in the fire, a bottle of wine followed by another. Conversation was easy. Noah was easy to be with, warm, friendly, open. He and Paul sat side by side, laughing, touching, yet somehow still making Jessie feel included.
She’d had too much wine, but it didn’t seem to matter. Paul and Noah would take care of her, she knew. She could let go, for the first time in far too long.
Finally it was time to settle in for the night. Paul helped her to her feet.
“Whoa, Jess. Hang on.”
“I’m okay. Just have a nice little buzz going.”
“Maybe more than a little.” He grinned at her.
“Maybe.” She grinned back, her body going warm all over as he looped an arm around her waist.
They moved to the tent, and Noah held the flap back for them. It was a large tent, almost tall enough for Paul to stand up straight in. Noah was already spreading out their sleeping bags, Paul’s in the middle. Jessie sat on hers to take her shoes off.
Paul yawned, stretched.
“Anyone else tired?”
“A little sleepy from the wine,” Jessie said.
“Me too.” Noah pulled his shirt over his head, revealing tight abs and a wide chest. She could make out his muscle tone even in the dim light of the single lantern they’d taken into the tent with them.
Paul stripped his shirt off too. She’d seen him without a shirt before, and it was something she never got over. The lean lines of his body, his smooth skin, his nipples dark, surrounded by a sprinkling of black hair. She wanted to put her mouth there, to suck…
Stop it. Time to sleep.
The men stripped down to their boxer-briefs, and she could see they were both hard, aroused. She squeezed her thighs tightly, her sex burning with need.
Paul glanced at her. “You’re not sleeping in your clothes, are you, Jess? It’s too hot.”
“Um…I guess not.”
She shrugged, wiggled out of her jeans, leaving her in her tank top and her underwear. It wasn’t that she was ashamed of her slim body. But they were all nearly naked together, and as Paul lay on the sleeping bag next to hers, she could swear she felt the heat from his big body. His scent, warm on the night air. And more faintly, Noah’s scent, fresh and all male.
How was she ever going to get to sleep?
* * * Buy it now!
Centuries after the destruction of earth, several species of altered humans still survive. These shape-shifters are exciting and exotic creatures, and their human forms do little to mask their most primitive and passionate instincts…
IN HEAT
Mahlia is a snow tigress in heat and now that her tiger king has returned to rule the planet Vesperi, she can no longer deny her desperate need to mate. She greets him as a woman, but their desire for sex is uncontrollable as they come together with a primal passion.
IN SMOKE
When Lady Katryn is called back to her home world to join Lord Nadir’s harim, she is curious to learn more about her weredragon nature. What she discovers is a scorching eroticism that consumes her all over.
IN MIST
Dr. Sera Gibbons is one of only two human survivors after a five hundred year cryogenic freeze. Save by the merman Bretton Hahn, she savors the way her caresses her and makes her live out her wildest fantasies.
And if you want to get it online rather than going to a brick-and-mortar store, here’s how:
We’ve had a few complaints from people who haven’t been able to log on and participate in the contests over the weekend, so just for them we have decided to extend all four opening days contests! Winners will be chosen and announced on Wednesday, October 8th. This means you can still enter any of the contests: my Name the Smutketeers contest on the October 1st post, R.G.’s TV Theme Song contest on the October 2nd post, Crystal’s Male Call contest on the October 3rd post, or Feisty’s Talk Dirty to Me contest on the October 4th post. Win books and other goodies-enter now!
…and we mean that in the filthiest way possible, because we are The Smutketeers! Yes, The Smutketeers, a gathering of smut-peddlers extraordinaire who put pen to page and write some of the most scandalous stories imaginable. Let us stimulate your senses, titillate your mind, and set your body on fire, all with a mere few well-placed words. The pen truly is mightier than the sword! (Although the sword can be rather good, too…and I mean that in the dirtiest way possible).
In the weeks, months and years to come, stay tuned for interviews with authors, agents, tattoo artists, Steampunk experts, corset-makers, and any other interesting person we can possibly think of and can seduce into joining us here! And trust us, we have our ways.
In honor of the launch of our smutty new blog, we are having a Giveaway Extravaganza, a Smutketeers Smorgasbord, an Orgy of Luscious and Lascivious Reads, a Semi-Sapphic Soiree of Smut! Pervy prizes of Epic Proportions to be had over the next four days, each day hosted by a different member of our merry little band! All winners will be announced at the end of the week, on Sunday, October 5th, so check back to see if you’ve won one of our fabulous prizes!
On with the glamorous gaggle of gifts…we will be giving away a trio of prizes each day, a veritable three-way of tantalizing tales, a menage of magnificently penned erotic stories from each of us. Every book will contain a trio of erotic stories or a story about a menage simply because three-ways are hot! Do we need another reason? Each day will be a different prize, and we’re not telling what we’re doing when-in fact, even we don’t know! (Ooh, sounds like a case of the left hand not knowing what the right hand is doing…with a little imagination this could be fun!).
You could win:
From R.G. Alexander:
~Her two-book Temptation Unveiled series, Lifting the Veil and Piercing the Veil (e-books)
~Her two-book Children of the Goddess series, Regina in the Sun and Lux in Shadow (e-books)
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From Eden Bradley:
~The Darker Side of Pleasure (print book)
~Exclusive (print book)
~Hot Nights, Dark Desires (print book)
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From Lilli Feisty:
~Taken (e-book)
~Seasons of Seduction (print book)
~I Love Lacy (e-book)
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From Crystal Jordan:
~Sexy Beast V (print book)
~Total Eclipse of the Heart (e-book)
~Carnal Desires (print book available this November)
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A different contest will be announced each day, and we will set forth tasks to be completed in order to qualify to win. Who knows what we may ask you to do? How willing are you? Let’s find out, beginning with today’s contest:
My task for you, dear guests, is to come up with the best Steampunk names for each of us. You must have names for all four of us in order to qualify. Not quite sure who we are? Browse our photo gallery, or watch our video.
Talk to your friends and see what people are saying about us behind our backs-do what you must! Just do it well. We appreciate talent.
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