A
message from R.G. Alexander, Eden Bradley aka Eve Berlin, and Robin L. Rotham,
members of the Smutketeers!
We
have very exciting news to share, so thanks so much for having us here! Lots of
smutty books, and one very special spooky, hot read for Halloween, so let’s get
to it!
Eden
Bradley/Eve Berlin is up first—her ‘Edge’ books have all just been reissued
with sleek new covers, and are in stores now, and
available on Amazon and B&N! Some romantic kink to keep you warm-and
hopefully HOT-on a chilly fall day…
~TEMPTATION’S EDGE~
What
happens when you let yourself fall……over the edge…and into temptation?
Mischa
Kennon isn’t one to take it lying down, at least not until she meets sexy
Connor Galloway , a green-eyed Irishman with an air of authority she finds hard
to resist. While performing duties as maid of honor to her best friend, Mischa
indulges in a casual relationship with Connor. She’s surprised by the thrill of
his dominance, and lusts for more feisty battles before surrender.
It’s all
fun and games in the BDSM Pleasure Dome Club, until Mischa realizes Connor
could master her heart.
If she
gives in to desire, will it be too much to handle, or will it open her to a
kind of love she never thought possible?
EXCERPT from TEMPTATION’S
EDGE- Warning! This excerpt contains a bit of X-rated smut!
She heard him—sensed him—stepping
back, away from her, then there was a pause in which she drew in a long breath
and held it. She waited, her skin alive, as though every nerve ending was on
high alert. She let her breath out, drew in another. And again, she waited
while the music beat a sensual cadence around her. Behind the music were the
sounds of other people: voices talking in low tones, sighs, moans of pain or
pleasure. The sounds that were particular to this sort of place: The quiet hiss
of ropes moving, the clink of metal on metal, the slap of leather floggers.
Still she waited for something to
happen. She let her breath go, stopped thinking so much about it. Made a
conscious effort to slow her hammering heartbeat. To calm her nerves. To block
out the sounds of the club and look within.
Her body was simmering, a low,
steady beat of desire. A thrum of anticipation so strong it felt like
electricity in her veins. An acute awareness of Connor standing behind her, as
if he were almost a part of her body, so that knowing he was there did nothing
to pull her back out of herself, away from this inner exploration.
She felt beautiful. Turned on to
an almost ridiculous degree. Lost in need.
She let out her next breath on a
long sigh. And before her lungs had emptied there was a sharp snap in the air
and an even sharper sting on the left cheek of her ass.
“Oh!”
It was followed immediately by
Connor moving in to cup his big palm over the sting.
He didn’t say anything, just
stepped back after a moment and hit her again.
This time she was less surprised
by it. More able to let her body sink into the sensation. A small crop, she
thought, from the light weight of it on her flesh. He hit her again, a little
harder this time, and for some reason it made her smile.
Oh, this is where we really get into it.
It was what she wanted. Needed.
Another stinging rasp, then
another. He was picking up the speed, working in a criss-cross pattern over her
buttocks and thighs. With each stroke pleasure rose, as though embedded in the
stinging sensation itself. She was squirming just a little, just enough to
absorb the impact, to ride out the surges of pleasure.
He began to hit her harder. Harder
and harder, until she was breathless with it. Finally, one really hard nick
with the leather tip of the crop and she cried out.
His arms were immediately around
her waist, his enormous body pressing into her from behind. His hands went to
her breasts. He caressed them lightly, his fingertips dragging over her skin,
then circling the nipples.
“You’re doing very well,” he
whispered into her hair. “Amazing, to see the way you respond. Just like this…”
He pinched both nipples with hard
fingers, and she jumped, her eyes flying open.
A low chuckle from him. “Ah, I
love to see that. I love to bring you pain, almost as much as I love to bring
you pleasure.”
His hand smoothed down, over her
belly, between her thighs, where he found her clit right away. She arched her
hips into his hand as he rolled the rigid flesh between his fingers.
“Tell me, darlin’, are you wet for
me?”
“Yes,” she gasped.
“I’ll have to see for myself.” He
slipped his hand into the wet heat between her thighs, his fingers pushing
inside her. “Ah, beautiful.”
“Connor…”
“What is it?”
“I need…more…”
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Wicked Release is
the third book in the Wicked3 series, following Wicked Sexy and Wicked Bad,
and it continues the Abbott family storyline…as well as leaving a mystery to be
solved and a return of some familiar lovers in Wicked Dangerous, coming in January 2013.
Blurb
When you’ve waited
centuries for release…will three be the magic number?
Cursed for hundreds of years by a rejected suitor and an ultimate betrayal,
Sarah Blackwood has had plenty of time to plan vengeance…and escape. When she
sensed a magic that called out to her own, she instinctively drew it to her,
desperately hoping it would be her way out.
She never expected what happened next.
Con and Lorie have always known their Triad was incomplete. They didn’t realize
the woman they’d been waiting for had been born over three hundred years too
early, or that a twist of magical fate would bring them together at last.
Sarah has sworn vengeance on all the families involved in her imprisonment,
including the Abbotts. Will she use her unique abilities to destroy them all,
or will the two men she can’t seem to resist convince her–with a little help
and a lot of kink–that love is the best revenge?
Warning: Explicit Menage Sex. Sex in the
grass and sex in a chair. One magical mirror sees sex everywhere. A little
spanking, a little kink and the dirtiest magical threesome in the land.
Excerpt
The cool air in
the room washed across the revealed skin, making her blush. She was high enough
that she could look into Lorie’s enchanting eyes and feel Con’s chest pressed
against her back. This had to be a Magian invention. Surely no human would
invent something so obviously designed for sex. They were too tightly laced for
that.
She held on to the
thick ropes that the chair dangled from, watching them securing her legs and
the soft but snug swath of fabric beneath her breasts. She wanted to beg them
to hurry. Demand that they lie on the bed while she had her way with them. But
she couldn’t focus. A haze had fallen over her and all she knew was sensation.
Every scrape of
her back against the strip of chair or the light smattering of curls on Con’s
chest jarred her sensitized skin. Each gliding caress of Lorie’s knuckles as he
attached the harness made her ache for more.
She was glowing
with need, aware that she’d already changed on some fundamental level. Knowing
that what she felt was nothing compared to what she would experience once they
were finally joined as one.
How could she deny
herself when she wanted these men more than she’d ever wanted anything? Even
revenge. It was terrifying to admit, but it was true. At this moment they had
her, body and soul to do with as they would. Heaven help them.
“I think she’s
ready, Con,” Lorie’s voice was whiskey raw. “And I know I am.”
She looked over
her shoulder in time to see Con smile and shake his head. “Not quite yet, my
friend. Sarah and I have a few things to straighten out first.”
Her eyebrows
furrowed in confusion. What things? What did he mean? “Conway?”
“Sarah?” he
mimicked playfully, his hands lowering to cup the cheeks of her bare bottom.
“Planning on taking what you want from us and trying to run again?”
“No!”
He lifted one hand
and smacked her left cheek firmly, forcing a shout of surprise from her throat.
“Just checking. I’d hate to feel used. Hate to give myself, my magic to you
completely, only to have you dismiss me when something more important comes
along.”
Her right cheek
got the same treatment, the stinging sensation causing her sex to tingle
uncontrollably. “I won’t. I’m not using you. I swear.”
She heard the
crack of his palms on her flesh, felt the heat spread throughout her body. “I
said I swear. My oath.”
His laugh was
sexual. Mischievous. “I know you did. And I believe you, baby. This isn’t
punishment anymore. Not really. Especially since I can tell you like it. Your
magic is giving you away.”
She looked down at
her body and saw the arcs of energy whipping around her like vines of light,
causing havoc to her senses. She knew there were Magians who enjoyed
experimenting with their partners. Knew that magic was used to enhance the
experience. But this? His actions were making her desperate, making the chair
swing with her agitated movements. “Why?”
Lorie came closer,
his hard cock gliding along the top of her thigh. “Why do you like it? The
sting can make the kiss that much sweeter, Sarah. We are a triad, brought
together because at our essence, we’re the same. And there are no limits with
us. There are no boundaries you can’t cross. If you enjoy it, it brings us
pleasure as well.”
She heard him, but
it was still hard to comprehend. She was too aroused. “Please, Lorie. I need
you to touch me. Conway, can he touch me now? Take me?”
Lorie’s groan was
low and long. “As if he could stop me.”
He stepped closer
between her widespread thighs and cupped her face with his hands. “You’re here.
You’re finally here.” He bent his head, tasting her mouth, gently at first, as
if he believed she would melt away.
She spoke softly
against his lips. “I’m here. I need you.”
He shuddered and
his kiss deepened, until their tongues were tangled in battle, teeth nipping
sharply, eager for more. His lips were addictive. She sucked the lower lip that
had tempted her into her mouth and he moaned in approval, his hands sliding
down her neck to caress her sensitive breasts.
When his palms
scraped against her hard nipples she let go of the rope and covered them with
her own, using her fingers over his to squeeze. To pinch. Yes. The sting. That
was what she wanted. The sting that made the kiss sweeter, he’d said. He didn’t
have to be careful with her. She could take whatever he wanted to give and
more.
“Hell,” he
muttered. “You do like it a little rough, don’t you, Sarah? Con is right.
You’re a wild thing.”
“Yes.” She was
frantic, ready to agree to anything as long as he kept touching her like that.
“Fuck me, Lorie.” Her face heated at her shameless demand. “I can’t wait.”
Her triad had made
her a harlot, but it didn’t matter. She’d taken him in her mouth, now she
wanted to feel him deep inside her. Wanted to know that Con was behind them,
watching every move. She wasn’t sure where her aggression was coming from. But
time was slipping through her hands. She didn’t have much to waste.
Lorie made another
sound of pained agreement before he aligned his cock between her thighs and
thrust. Her wet sex was already swollen with passion, sensitive from her
earlier tussle with Con. It was a tight fit. Perfect and tight.
“Sarah. Sarah,
sweetheart...Mine” He pushed through
until his hips were pressed against hers and they both shuddered out a moan.
Lorie raised heavy lids to glance over her shoulder. “Ours, Con. She feels like
ours.”
“I know.” Con’s
words were soft. Thoughtful. “Claim her, Lorie. Claim our woman. Let me enjoy
the show.”
His words made
Sarah’s inner muscles clench around Lorie’s cock. “Oh,” he huffed out a laugh.
“I think she likes it when someone’s watching. Something else we’ll have to
remember for later.”
She couldn’t move
her legs, couldn’t wrap them around him and pull him closer. “Don’t torture
me.”
“She doesn’t like
teasing,” Con said, that mischievous smile in his voice once more. “She likes
to be fucked, Lorie. Well and truly taken. No holding back. Show her how much
you want her.”
Sarah watched
something darken and snap in Lorie’s intense blue eyes and then she was lost,
crying out again and again as every thrust of his erection filled her
completely. The chair was rocking with the power of his hips, only Con’s hands
on the rope; his torso burning into her back held her steady.
Lorie chanted her
name like a prayer, his gaze wild, eyes dilated. Her beautiful fallen angel.
Hers. Completely. His magic enfolded her and with it his sense of knowledge
that this was real. This was right where she needed to be.
Something shifted
behind her, and before she knew what was happening, she felt Con’s lips on the
cheeks he’d just spanked. His teeth scraped along one, tingling curve before
his tongue came out to stroke the next. He was letting Lorie’s thrusts rock her
against his face, his hands holding her hips steady as he licked the seam of
her—“Conway?”
Lorie’s movements
didn’t slow, but he smiled. Did he know what Con was doing? “I knew he couldn’t
stay away. It’s not in his nature not to have at least one finger in the pie.”
She felt Con’s
breath as he chuckled against her skin. “Finger, tongue…” he mumbled. “What’s
the difference?”
My Vampire Idol
My Vampire Idol
is the third book in the Shifting Reality series, following My Shifter Showmance and My Demon Saint.
When a vampire who’s
determined to lay low meets an exhibitionist with a dangerous secret and a
large family…well, you’ll see.
Coming November 8th
2012
And at the end of November, look for The Smutketeers
Present: A Kinky Christmas Carol novella series!
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Blurb:
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.
Excerpt :
October 13
When someone
pounded on my apartment door like they meant business, I fumbled one of my
mother’s second-best teacups and almost dropped it.
Movers.
Couldn’t they just knock like normal men?
I’d ignore the
rude summons but I needed boxes too badly. Fresh from my residency, I was
thrilled to be joining the Early Vascular Institute all the way across the
country in Maryland. The offer was beyond anything I’d dared to hope for.
Not that I
wasn’t a damn good surgeon, but the competition was stiff and we all knew it
took more than surgical skill to start out at such a prestigious practice.
Connections were everything, and not only was I far from adept at making them
but I’d never been comfortable taking advantage of the few I had, so why cultivate
more?
Nevertheless,
after three relatively painless interviews, the vascular surgery fellowship at
EVI was mine and I’d thrown myself into getting moved at least two weeks before
my official start date so I had some time to acclimate to the east coast.
Wrapping the
cup in newspaper before it got broken, I laid it gently in the box and brushed
off my hands.
“I’m glad
you’re here,” I said as I threw open the door. “I need some… Colin?”
He grinned.
“I’m just in time then.” When I blinked at him in shock, the grin widened.
“Good morning, Rachel.”
“I thought you
were the movers,” I said blankly. The last time I’d been this close to Dr.
Colin Carter, he was pulling his underwear up over his spectacular ass. Why was
he standing on my doorstep five years later, fully dressed in blue jeans and a
black leather jacket?
He looked into
the living room. “May I come in?”
After a
moment’s hesitation, I stood back, tugging self-consciously at the
stretched-out hem of my faded purple UW sweatshirt. Then I glanced at the
living room, which was a shambles and not just because I was moving.
Organization had never been my strong suit. Boxes and books and stacks of
medical journals made an obstacle course of the floor, and piles of paper
covered every horizontal surface.
I flushed.
“Sorry, I wasn’t really expecting company. It’s a bit of a wreck.”
“Not a
problem.” He wrapped one arm around my shoulders in a loose embrace and brushed
a kiss over my cheek before walking past.
My lungs
collapsed in a nostalgic paroxysm of pure lust, leaving me practically gasping
in his wake. Oh God, he still smelled like…Colin.
Wind and leather and unrepentant sex—mind-bendingly dark sex that satisfied me
on some unfathomable level even as it left me craving more.
I was wet and
ready to go in an instant, something that hadn’t happened in a depressingly
long time.
Feeling
exposed, I demanded, “What are you doing here?”
He turned,
wearing an ironic smile, his hands in his pants pockets. “Never were much for
small talk, were you? Just…” His blue eyes skimmed down the front of my body.
“…get right down to business.”
“Please do,” I
said acidly as heat gushed into my cheeks. “As you can see, I’ve got a lot
going on.”
“You certainly
do,” he murmured, his gaze fixed on my breasts as if he’d never seen a pair
before.
I crossed my
arms. “Colin!”
When he dragged
his eyes up to mine, the feral hunger radiating from them took my breath away.
Then he blinked
and all I saw was the gleam of a challenge. Had I imagined it?
“All right,” he
said portentous tone, “I’m here to offer you a fellowship.”
My eyes just
about popped out of my head. “Really? You leave town without a word and show up
unannounced five years later to leer at me and then offer me a fellowship? Gee,
how can I resist? Oh wait, I’ve
already got a fellowship, so fuck off, Colin.”
“Not like this
one. Trust me, Rachel, you want this one.”
Reluctantly
intrigued, I scowled. “What’s so special about this fellowship?”
“You’ll be
working with Julian Kilmartin.”
Everything in
me stilled. Julian. I hadn’t seen him
since before Colin left, and yet even now, his name alone had the power to make
me…pliable, somehow. Boneless.
Obviously I
still had a weakness for arrogant young doctors.
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