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?
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.
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…
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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 TURNING KISS, Book Two in my Midnight Playground series goes on sale tomorrow, and I’m so excited! I’ll post more about the book here tomorrow morning. Meanwhile, to keep you happy-okay, to keep *me* happy-lol!-my amazing boyfriend Sam Saturday made an awesome video trailer for me!
…about Book Three in my Midnight Playground series, THE TURNING KISS, which will be out on March 15th from Samhain! Maybe because I just finished writing Book Four, EVERSONG. I have my darling, dirty vampires on the brain-lol! Anyway-I thought it’s never a bad time to do a little advance celebrating, right? So, here’s a sneak peek at THE TURNING KISS-and even a tiny look at EVERSONG, coming soon from Samhain! (do keep in mind-EVERSONG has not yet been edited, so any errors are the result of my own over-taxed brain).
THE TURNING KISS Coming from Samhain Publishing March 15, 2011!
Book Three in the Midnight Playground Series
They have nothing to lose…except the one gift they never expected to find.
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.
WARNING!Three hot bisexual vampires and two mere mortals getting down and dirty at the vampire sex club. Beware of spankings, bondage, several kinds of whips, everything anal and an orgy or two…or is it three…?
The visions rippled before her eyes, dissolved. She was back in her body, still shivering with her climax. Luka was holding her, petting her hair gently. Konstantine was with them on the bed. He wasn’t looking at her, but at Luka, with an expression of such fierce tenderness it was shocking. How could this hard and ancient creature be so…vulnerable? And as she watched, Luka turned his face and Konstantine kissed him, a soft, sweet press of lips.
Need filled her once more, simply watching them together. Their obvious adoration. And as she watched, their kiss grew hungrier, more urgent. Konstantine pulled Luka hard against his body, one arm around the younger vampire’s waist. She almost didn’t dare to breathe as they opened their mouths, the kiss becoming demanding, purely sexual. They pulled apart a mere few centimeters, their tongues twining, then crushed their mouths together once more.
Konstantine began a low growl, deep in his throat, in his broad chest. The growl grew until it was an animal sound that drove fear and a sharp, keening desire through her system, into her sex.
Luka yielded to him silently. She wasn’t even certain how she knew it. But she could feel it, as if, even though he no longer drank from her, some mental connection remained. And at that moment Konstantine’s hand wrapped around Luka’s long braid, and he pulled him roughly from the bed and onto the floor.
Ilana gasped, but she knew they didn’t hear her now. Konstantine turned Luka, shoved him face down on the polished marble, spread his legs with one hand while gripping the back of his neck with the other. And with one hard thrust, shoved his erect cock into him.
Luka sighed. From where she lay, propped up on a pile of pillows, she saw him brace himself, his hands splayed on the floor as Konstantine drove into him, over and over. So hard she could hear the clash of hard vampire flesh on hard vampire flesh. Had Luka been human, she knew it would have killed him.
But sex among the vampires was primal, dangerous, fierce. They were more careful with the humans. Usually. Unless the blood lust was too much upon them. But that was a risk every human member of the club agreed to when they entered. And for Ilana, that was part of the allure of being with the vampires. That sense of danger. Watching it now was making her hot all over, lust pounding through her veins, her breasts, her soaking pussy, with the same jagged rhythm with which Konstantine pounded into Luka.
The longer she watched, the more she ached for them. Need you both.
Konstantine stopped then, turned to face her. The agony of pleasure on his face was exquisite, thrilling to see.
“Do not think we have forgotten our little ice queen,” he said, his voice still that low, animal rumble. “After I fuck my darling Luka, he will fuck you. He will drive into your lovely, fragrant body until you come again. For me. For us.”
“Konstantine…” she said, her voice trailing off. She wasn’t even certain what she wanted to say. Her mind was spinning. All she knew was the glorious need surging through her.
“Yes, I know, my beauty. But if I fucked you now I would tear you apart.”
And now for a teeny advance peak at EVERSONG. Ah, my darling Ever…he’s my very favorite vampire (no offense to Aleron and the rest). I don’t know what it is about him. Maybe because he’s so mysterious, so tortured, so beautiful. Have I told you about his origins? No? I suppose you’ll just have to read the book…:)
Meanwhile-here’s a taste… EVERSONG Midnight Playground, Book Four
Coming Soon from Samhain!
Unofficial Blurb: When all was lost they dared to find each other…
Ever, the owner of London’s Midnight Playground, has lived for a thousand years. The pain of his past and the weight of centuries leads him to fear he is losing his sanity. Lately, he’s been feeling…almost nothing, rejecting even his favorite indulgences—sex, blood, companionship. He wonders if he can stand to continue an existence that has become unbearably empty. Until a problem lands on the doorstep of his infamous vampire sex club. Or perhaps it’s just the cure he needs…
Mercy was kidnapped from her family’s home in Barcelona and Turned against her will by a rogue vampire, who quickly abandoned her. Lonely and confused, she found the handsome Deo—and Turned him. The young vampires have come to love each other-an unshakeable bond. They had no idea that how they lived was against the rules of the powerful Vampire Council. Now they must face their greatest fear—that they might be punished, separated.
Instead, they find Ever…
Warning: Old love lost, new love gained, and in between some of the hottest three-way vampire sex ever seen in Europe! Includes oral sex, anal sex, m/m/f, with a few spanking and rimming scenes because vampires are a dirty bunch. Plus the introduction of the delicious and wicked Vampire Council that will leave you begging for more, more, more!
Valencia, Spain, 2069
The roar of the ocean was a soothing, womblike white noise in the background as he took her in his arms. Arms that felt strong to her, yet not as strong as her own were now. She wasn’t used to it—her strength, how powerful her hearing, her sight, had become. The terrible driving needs of this changed body—nearly unendurable thirst, unbearable hunger. The need for sex. For blood.
She knew the word. Heard the echo of it in his mind as he kissed her and discovered that she was…different. Yes…but we are here together and I need…
Her hands went into his dark curling hair. Truly like silk under her fingertips. She’d never felt anything like it. But he was her first lover since she had been changed. And as he parted his lips, inviting her tongue into his wet mouth despite the small trembling fear that ran through him, desire filled her. Burned her. Ate her up like some monstrous thing. Except that it felt better than anything had in her life, to be touched by this beautiful young man. Deo…
Broad shoulders and golden skin. She could see him even in the dark of night, lit only by the crescent moon hanging in the cloudy sky and that same light reflected off the water. She could even see the strange blue-green of his eyes that reminded her of the Mediterranean sea itself.
His tongue sucked hers in, his hands closing around her waist, desire overtaking him as powerfully as it had her. The sound, the salt scent of the ocean faded away—that and the fainter scents and sounds of old stone and violence from the town itself. Everything but the sensations of hands and mouths and bodies pressed together. The soft sound of his thoughts that wasn’t really a sound at all, but still spoke to her with the same lovely Greek accent as his voice.
He sighed as she pressed her breasts against the solid wall of his chest. Her blood was moving, quickening. She breathed in his fragrant skin. Sweet. Precious.
She needed that. Craved it. She’d never thought of it before. She’d never had to. But she’d been so alone these last days…
He pulled her down onto the sand, and she felt every tiny grain against her skin. The sand and the fine, fine texture of his flesh. Her need rose, spiraled. Inside her something growled, snarled to be set free. Her arms wound around his neck. Ah, yes, there it was. That pulse at the base of his throat, beating, beating. She swore she could smell the blood running through his veins. Needed it, even more than she needed him.
He seemed to sense her urgency, tore her dress over her head, kicked his way out of his jeans, and they were naked together on the sand. His hands went to her breasts, his fingers teasing her nipples, and they came up hard, pleasure intense, nearly hurting. His rigid cock pressed against her belly. Yes, that was what she wanted. She parted her thighs, pulled him in too hard—she heard his gasping surprise at the pain. She tried to rein it in, but it was too much for her as he entered her, his thick cock piercing her flesh, sinking deep.
A wild keening seemed to grow in her chest, and in moments, as he plunged into her, it became a scream. Raw. As if some animal inhabited her body.
“God, Mercy,” he muttered as he thrust again, then again.
“There is no God,” she said between panting breaths, between one stab of pleasure and the next. “There is only this haunting between place… Come with me, Deo. I need you with me. I need someone…”
“Mercy?” Her name was a whisper on his lips. She sensed his confusion as she sucked the tender skin at the base of his throat into her mouth, pierced it with the sharp eyeteeth that had grown in the last days. “Ah, what are you doing to me?”
That’s all you get for now-stay tuned for more!
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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.
“Do you need to come already, my girl?”
He pushed his fingers in, and she arched against him. With his thumb, he pressed against her clitoris.
He began to move his hand, his fingers and thumb, in small circles. Pleasure rose, burned through her.
“Are you going to come?”
“Hold it back.”
“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.
“Is that good?”
“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.”
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.
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.”
His fingers slide into my opening, into that wet heat, and I clench in pleasure.
“You’d love to fuck her, wouldn’t you?”
“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.
“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.
“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.
And the cooler presence of Ever.
One moment of exquisite anticipation, then the sharp crack of the whip against her back.
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.
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.
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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!
♦ Appearance! Monday, September 27th, 2010: Eden will be participating on an erotica panel, EROTICA WRITING: Relax-It’s Only Sex! for the Independent Writers of Southern California, along with authors Jacques Rifkind, author of the erotic novel LOFTING (writing as AlmaMarceau), Leigh Court, and sex therapist Linda DeVillers, Ph.D.
The event begins at 7:30 PM at the Veteran’s Memorial Building in Culver City, CA. Space will be limited, so make your reservation now! More information on the IWOSC website.
♦ Online Appearance! Eden will be blogging at Bitten By Books to celebrate the release of her September 28th release, BLOODSONG, Book Two in her Midnight Playground series! There will be a special giveaway, and she’ll be chatting with readers all day long, so be sure to come by!
R.G. Alexander’s first book for Berkley Heat, POSSESS ME, is coming out on August 3rd, and we’re SO excited! This is a beautifully told story of love, lust and possession-figuratively and literally. Here’s a li’l peek:
In the Big Easy, there’s a legend women long for: a sexual voodoo spirit who can fulfill their darkest fantasies. And in these three steaming-hot novellas, he helps three New Orleans couples achieve the ultimate satisfaction…
In Release Me, Allegra heads down to New Orleans to heal her wounds, but she never expects to lose her heart to such a quiet, troubled man as Rousseau. She’s even less prepared for the scorching, sexual spirit within him-and what he can do to her…
In Reclaim Me, Ben has loved Michelle as long as he can remember. But his beautiful artist has a way of running away from life-and what the pair could be. Leave it to the infamous spirit to help Ben prove to Michelle where she belongs: in his embrace…
In Redeem Me, it’s All Saints’ Day, the one day the voodoo spirit can walk the world in the flesh. When he bumps into Bethany, she might just be the reincarnation of a girl he once loved. Passion ignites, but can the couple overcome past mistakes and have a real chance at love?
To celebrate the release of POSSESS ME we’re having a countdown party, and some of our smutty author friends have been happy to participate! I asked them this question: Eden: I me want to know about that experience of being ‘possessed’. I don’t mean by a ghost, but rather that feeling you get when a man completely inhabits your every waking moment, you can’t stop thinking about him. Obsession. Raging desire. You know what I mean…
Here are the answers from some of the leading authors in erotic romance, and our dear friends:
“I can’t say I’m the sort of person who gets obsessed about anything apart from maybe my extreme devotion as a teenage to various pop/TV stars. But I love it when my characters become obsessed with their perfect match. There’s nothing like writing about that intense sexual need to possess someone entirely, to lick their skin, to be naked with them 24/7, to just want to be with them and breathe them in. As romance writers we get to write about that first taste of love, which is very often obsessive and makes for great sexy scenes.
My hero, Christopher Ellis in ‘Kiss of the Rose’ ends up becoming obsessed with the heroine, (in a good hot sexy way) and I loved watching him succumb to that most instinctive of states, and bearing in mind his history, his instincts are definitely unusual. ‘wink’”
(**BTW-Kate’s latest, KISS OF THE ROSE, is out on the same day as POSSESS ME!)
Eden: I love that you address taste and scent-so much a part of that intense chemistry!
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“The first time I was truly possessed was when I watched Thundercats. My family never owned cable, so I had limited access to “cool” stuff. I found Lion-O in his strappy onesy incredibly kinky. He had an innocence and a stupidity about his flowing mane most of the time, but when the chips were down, he could bulk up, get serious, and power into a man with a giant-ass sword. I was fifteen. And I was captivated by the whole world of isolation, natural paradise, psychic powers and technology. Now I’m all grown up and am writing kinky scifi-fantasy shapeshifters. They say you always remember your first. “
Eden: This reminds me of being a kid-maybe five years old-and I was in love with Kimba the White Lion (does anyone remember that cartoon?). Yes, he was a lion. And he was animated. Hey-I was five! But I totally get it, Mima. Although no lion shapeshifters for me…but never say never.
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“Being possessed by a love is a full body experience. It’s like the object of your love permeates your soul, encompasses every heartbeat, gets into every cell and hums. Your bones tremble in tune with their voice. You taste them on the air, hear them in the wind. Being possessed by love is enthralling and makes you feel alive.”
~Inez Kelley, author of SALOME AT SUNRISE
Eden: I love how sensual your interpretation is. It’s like that for me, too-it can really take over the senses.
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“Obsessive love makes you do things that you tell yourself you will never do. Things like driving past his house just to see if he’s home yet or sitting by the phone from 5 o’clock on because he said he’d call you “tonight”. Things like calling in sick to work because he decided he wants to go on an impromptu trip mid-week and you can’t stand to not be with him. You might even help him write his master’s thesis, just to help him get it done sooner. You are not a morning person, but you’ll let him in at 6am to spend some time with him before work. And if you could kiss him forever, you know it would be paradise. You forgive him for stuff you would tell your friend to dump her guy over. Things like that phone call to a “friend” on your hotel bill when checking out after your romantic getaway that wasn’t great or perhaps figuring out he’s actually in town on Valentine’s Day when he says he’s away and realising he’s with someone that’s not you. You believe him when he tells you that no one will love you like he loves you. And you believe the stories he tells you because he is your drug of choice. He is what wakes you up and makes you feel alive. His possession and this obsession will send you from the heights of ecstasy to the depths of Hell. And even after you get out, even after you are years away, your heart still picks up a pace when you think of him.”
Eden: Aw-yours is so sad. But true, too. *sigh* There can definitely be a dark side.
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“Describing what it feels like to be possessed may be hard to describe. It’s such an elemental feeling, so consuming, I shiver to dive into the depths of it. Yet I will… The first time I saw my husband…
I saw him standing there with his booted feet crossed at the ankle. He wore tight jeans with a few rips, a t-shirt and a black leather vest, topped with a bad boy attitude that immediately commanded my attention. It begins with the shiver of awareness, that whisper dancing up my skin, making the small hairs stand at attention. My stomach clenches as heat radiates out from below my waist, sending slow pulses through my body, growing stronger as it travels outward.
My nipples pop like small pink diamonds, reacting to his raw sensuality and his nearness. My breath puffs out in short bursts as warmth seeps into every fiber of my body.
He turns to look at me and one corner of his mouth kicks up. I swallow the lump in my throat and step toward him, ready and willing, to be his.”
Eden: Oh, I love this! And I know that sensation, where your breath catches and you go hot all over…and after that moment, you can never stop thinking about him…
We’ll be celebrating all week, so be sure to check back for some awesome guest authors, giveaways, and more smutty fun! And remember, POSSESS ME is available for pre-order right now on Amazon , Barnes & Noble and Borders !
And now for a contest-because it wouldn’t be Smutketeers without some free books! Tell us about your moment of obsession or possession, and be eligible to win! One lucky winner will receive a signed copy of my erotic Shibari rope bondage novel, THE BEAUTY OF SURRENDER! The winner will be announced on August 2nd!
Crystal Jordan’s In the Heat of the Night series from Samhain has been combined into a single print volume and releases today!
When wildness rules the night, giving in is the only choice.
Total Eclipse of the Heart
Werewolf law demands that once mated, werewolves know no other lover. Then Lena walks into Rachel’s world, turning it inside out. Her mate may not like it, but once scented, nothing will stop Rachel from claiming what’s hers…
Big Girls Don’t Die
Six months ago, Andre turned Cynthiana into a vampire, insisting it was meant to be. Cyn doesn’t call this a healthy relationship. When she ends up stranded on Valentine’s Day, he grabs his chance to convince her they can live happily ever and forever after.
It’s Raining Men
Candy has always known Michael is her mate. The catch? He’s gay. When she meets his lover, she’s sure her werewolf instincts are faulty. Mates with not one, but two gay men? She must have a screw loose. Little does she know both men are about to rock her world.
Crazy Little Thing Called Love
Anyone who tries to get in Pixie’s way gets the business end of her Fae magic, especially pushy werewolf males. Luckily, Malcon likes her that way. Their uncomplicated fling, for him, is anything but—she’s his mate. He just has to convince her that love won’t clip her wings.
Warning: Naughty love in every imaginable flavor: boy on boy, girl on girl, boy on girl, boy on girl on boy, girl on boy on girl. Werewolves, vampires, sirens, and Fae doing all the dirty deeds from spanking to anal to public masturbation. Options are limitless, so pick your poison wisely!
As part of the continuing celebration of our upcoming October 20th releases, R.G. and I have talked to bunch of our fellow authors about what makes vampires so alluring. The sensual appeal of vampires seems to be wide-spread, whether these authors love to write them, read about them, or watch them on film. I thought you’d all like to know what some of your favorite authors are thinking…
Incredibly prolific author Michelle M. Pillow is a favorite of readers everywhere, and I’m sure many of you have read her work! Be sure to catch her latest release, LAST MAN ON EARTH, from Ellora’s Cave! Michelle says about vampires: ‘I love vampires! What could be more alluring than being immortal, all-powerful, and eternally beautiful?’
Author Beth Kery writes hot stories with a wicked edge. Her newest is PARADISE RULES, which I’d buy just for the cover! I love her philosophy about the undead: ‘I’m drawn to the psychological aspects of the vampire story. All human beings ‘feed’ off each other as well as offer nourishment in the symbolic sense, meaning we draw off others’ energies and give our own to sustain others. Doing this in a healthy way is the eternal battle of human beings. In it’s darker aspects, it becomes the quandary of the vampire: how to live with an eternal thirst, how to tame the desire to take without harming…how to live with the gnawing fear that one can never give in return. ‘
The ever-fabulous Tawny Taylor’s latest release is TORRID HUNGER from Ellora’s Cave, Book 4 in her Twilight’s Possession series. Tawny loves her vampires—and you will, too! ‘To me, the vampire is the ultimate bad boy. He’s dark, powerful, eternally young and his sensual appeal is irrevocably tied to the danger of falling under his seduction. Under the veneer of a polite, civilized exterior lies a feral beast with dark urges we long to explore and understand.’
Jennifer Colgan does love a hero with some bite-the first book I ever read of hers was her erotic werewolf tale, WOLFSBANE, still available from Amber Quill Press. Keep your eyes open for her next book, LA VIDA MUERTA, coming from Amber Quill in November!
Jennifer is a long-time lover of vampires (ooh-that didn’t come out quite right-lol!). ‘I’ve been a vampire fan since Joss Whedon introduced Angel…yum. I guess I’ve become addicted to heroes who bite. ‘
James Buchanan’s erotic fiction is hot and sensual—and all male. He hasn’t written any vampire stories (never say never, James!), but understands their irresistible appeal. ‘Vampires are just hot. I don’t write them, but I love to read them. The dark eroticism of blood play, the forbidden lure of ancient knowledge, vast power shackled to unbearable need, being immortal in a world that fades before your eyes: the rich tapestry of loss woven into a vampire is a sensual feast. Jean Claude, Armand, even Dracula all have tragic hero written throughout their characters and I just eat it up.’
Jina Bacarr is one of my fellow Spice authors. She often incorporates her own world travels into her exotic tales. Her current release, CLEOPATRA’S PERFUME, is available now, and she has more in store for us in February with THE BLONDE SAMURAI!
Jina had this to say about our favorite immortals: ‘Imagine a tall, sexy vampire holding you close in a passionate embrace and inhaling the scent of your fragrant perfume. How can he ever forget you? He won’t. Because he’s a vampire, the memory of you will stay with him for eternity…’
Our friend, the gorgeous and talented Samantha Kane, has a new release tomorrow! PLAY IT AGAIN, SAM is the first book in the Cougar Challenge series from Ellora’s Cave-and you know I love the sound of that, being an official cougar myself-meow! Here’s what Samantha had to say: ‘The reason I love vampires has nothing to do with the whole mystical blood-sucking thing. For me it’s all about the dark, tormented soul of the ultimate bad boy. Evil? I think not. Just really, really misunderstood. ;-) Nothing the love of a good man or woman can’t cure.’
Stephanie Draven writes hot, myth-based speculative fiction for Nocturne, so the idea of monsters roaming the earth and interacting with humans is something she’s thought a lot about. Her latest is MIDNIGHT MEDUSA! Here are some of her thoughts: I love taking ancient Greek stories, uncovering the primal associations and eternal truths behind them, and turning them into modern mythology. That’s what I’ve done for gorgons, dryads and chimeras in the pieces I’ve written for Silhouette’s Nocturne line. One thing I have yet to tackle is the vampire.
The modern idea of what a vampire is stems almost entirely from 18th Century Western European lore, but of course various legends of vampirism can be found in cultures all over the world and the vampires of Greek Mythology weren’t even undead (which from my standpoint, makes them hotter because I like a lover with a heartbeat). What really fascinates me about Greek vampirism though, is how female-centric it is. Let’s face it, not many of the ancient Greek city states held women in high regard, but it’s plain that they feared women’s sexual power. Their legends of vampires were about irresistible women who seduced young men to feed upon their blood–a cautionary tale about sex outside of marriage if ever there was one.
But when I think about the sexiness of vampirism, it isn’t about the blood or the feeding. For me, it’s the idea of an exchange of power. We all know people who we teasingly say “suck the life out of us.” But we’ve probably also all felt the attraction to someone who needed us. Someone whose emotional (or maybe even physical) well-being relied upon something only we could give them. All these tortured alpha heroes in romance novels have this in common–they need nurturing that only the heroine can provide. And that taps something very deep in women because we feed people.
Whether it’s nursing a baby or cooking a meal, women have always had this role which has deep biological and sexual roots. I think the sensuality of a vampire isn’t only in that he’s a predator, but that he is so needy. So in need of sustenance that he wants to take it from our body, and that’s a hard thing to resist.
Kate Pearce writes hot, hot, hot and sensual stories-which anyone who’s read her House of Pleasure series will know! Next up for her is SOME LIKE IT ROUGH, an anthology from the Kensington Aphrodisia line. We can’t wait! Kate loves a good vampire story. ‘I’ve always loved reading books about Vampires, from the classic Anne Rice, to L K Hamilton’s Anita Blake series and most recently, the J R Ward Black Dagger Brotherhood. For me one of the big thrills is the immortality aspect, that Vampires have lived through the ages and survived to tell the tale, (although some of them still seem pretty dumb despite all that experience. :) ) When I got the opportunity to create my own Vampire Tudor world, complete with its own set of rules, I jumped at the chance!’
R.G. and I agree that there is just something incredibly sexy about a creature who is acutely aware of every nuance of human existence: the sound of a beating heart, the scent of blood, the irresistible fragrance of human skin. They are creatures of the night, of the dark, where anything can happen. Maybe that’s why vampire stories are always so popular, why we love them, as writers and as readers.
We want to know what you think: what is it about these blood-sucking devils that we just cannot resist?
Everyone who posts today will be eligible to win! Those who are residents of the continental US can win a signed copy of my debut novel, THE DARK GARDEN. Those who live outside the US are eligible to win a copy of my e-book, BREAKING SKYE. (Just be sure to put into your post whether or not you are a US resident. Sorry folks, but shipping out of the country is expensive!).
And everyone who posts through our release date, October 20th, is eligible to win our October Grand Prize! We’re not telling what it is just yet, but I promise it’ll be grand-LOL! The Grand Prize will go to one of our most prolific posters, so don’t be shy! You’ll have to check back for the Grand Prize announcement, as well as excerpts from our books, R.G.’s MIDNIGHT FALLS, and my novella, THE SEEKING KISS!
Oh-and today’s winner will be announced on Friday in the comments here, so you must check back to see if you’ve won!