ATH: SMUTKETTERS RG ALEXANDER

We are at the end of the Smutketeers day. I know, I am sad too! But, what a book to end with!
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THREE SINFUL WISHES

When Dani, Bailey and Kaya get together for an unusual girls night, they wish on a shower of falling stars and soon find their most erotic dreams coming true.

In Sinful Desires, magic is in the air when a mysterious stranger and one wild night of passion help Dani Harris admit her feelings for her longtime friend Liam, who has been in love with her for years.

Sinful Sensations follows the story of Bailey Wagner, who intends to stick to her five-year plan while she waits for Mr. Right. But when her sexy new boss convinces her to let loose with him--and a few of his friends--what begins as a kinky work break turns out to be a dream come true.

Fortune-teller by day and waitress by night, Kaya Honahni is too busy running from the expectations of her traditional Hopi family to search for romance, but in Sinful Pleasures, it finds her--times two. Despite her best efforts, Kaya can't deny her attraction to Jace, or to his secretive best friend. And considering the way they respond to her, she won't have to...

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“This wasn’t exactly the welcome I was expecting.”

Great. Bailey banged her forehead on the edge of the attic door, feeling the rough wood scrape her head as she tried to see who stood beneath her. It wasn’t the voice of a seventy-year-old man.

With her luck it would be Ewan McGregor. After all, Dani’s wish had come true with a vengeance. Why shouldn’t hers? Though she’d wanted to be dressed better for the momentous occasion. “Excuse my manners. Welcome to the Enchanted Inn, would you mind helping me down?”

She heard a shout of surprised male laughter and wiggled her feet expectantly. But he didn’t come closer. “Hello?”

“I don’t know. You have to admit this isn’t an everyday situation.”

Bailey muttered beneath her breath. “For you maybe.”

“What was that?”

She raised her voice. “A gentleman wouldn’t hesitate like this.”

There was a smile of satisfaction in his voice. “Then you already know something about me. A gentleman also wouldn’t comment on your choice of underwear. Are superheroes a fetish of yours? Did you get yourself in this position because you thought you could fly? Are you hoarding any kryptonite I should know about?”

She wanted to make a smart-mouthed rejoinder, but she was busy staring something down. It had eight legs and pincers. It was the size of a small dog.

There was something familiar about this spider. The designs on its back, like a maze, its size . . . No. No it couldn’t be. There was no way this could be Dani’s disappearing spider, the one Kaya said was a sign. “I don’t think so, buddy.”

“Did you say something?”

The man may not have heard her, but the spider certainly did. It turned in her direction. She really didn’t like the look in its eyes. And then, without any warning, it charged.

She didn’t know spiders did that.

Now Bailey wasn’t one of those silly, helpless girls. She didn’t squeal or giggle. Sure she liked to shop and pink was her favorite color, but she also liked horror flicks, the more gore the better.

But what woman, or man for that matter, could stay calm and collected when a giant spider was making a kamikaze-like run at their face?

“Ack!”

Bailey lifted her arms to protect herself and fell. She braced her- self for the hard floor, but strong arms caught her before she hit, knocking the breath out of her lungs.

“Oomph. I gotcha.”

She looked up into quite possibly the handsomest face she’d ever seen in her life—sorry, Ewan—and frowned. “Damn spider.”

If that was Kaya’s Spider Grandmother, she wanted to have a private word. Now? Now with bits of dust and possibly insulation in her hair? This is when last month’s cover of GQ shows up to play white knight?

“Does management always hang around half naked at this inn? If so, I think you’re missing a key marketing demographic by not advertising it as a perk.”

“Then the white knight opened his mouth, forcing the princess to beat him senseless, and she lived happily ever after without him. The end.” Bailey sighed in mock disappointment, trying to wriggle out of his arms with a tiny amount of grace intact.

GQ just grinned, as if enjoying her irritation. “Aren’t you at least going to thank me for saving you before you insult me?”

She raised one eyebrow. “Oh, I think you’ve been thanked enough. Or is that someone else’s hand squeezing my ass?”

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RG is giving away a 10 dollar GC to amazon! 

Here is her question: 

Three Sinful Wishes is a ménage anthology set in Sedona-a favorite Mecca for tourists in the United States. If you could have a threesome anywhere in the world (hehe) where would it be? 

ATH: SMUTKETTERS EDEN BRADLEY

Our next Smutketeer is Eden Bradley! She is offering up a ten dollar GC with a FAB prize package, so make sure that you check out everything that is included below.

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THE TURNING KISS

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.

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Konstantine held a curtain aside, and Luka led Ilana into one of the larger alcoved rooms. In the center was a bed large enough to fit a number of people and covered in dark red velvet. The vampires adored luxurious surroundings. So did she. But she would have been every bit as aroused with this gorgeous pair in the slums.

“But you are here,” Konstantine said, reading her thoughts. He ran a fingertip along her jaw line, down the side of her neck. Immediately, her body was covered in goose flesh. In need. “You are here, with us. Our plaything for the evening. If you please us, we may take you upstairs to the dungeon, which I know you enjoy. Yes?”

“Yes.”

“We are new to the London club,” Konstantine told her. “We arrived just last night from Moscow. Our friend, Ever, told us all about you. You know of him?”

She nodded. “Yes. He is one of the owners of the club. I’ve seen him once or twice in the dungeons, but from afar. May I…ask what he told you about me?”

She didn’t need to know. But she loved the tone of Konstantine’s deep voice. She always loved listening to the vampires speak. There was something rich about their voices. Unique. Their voices were as ethereally gorgeous as the rest of them.

“He told us you enjoy the same darker play we do. In the dungeons. That you love the kiss of the paddle. The sting of the whip. We would have seen that in you, anyway, of course. He thought you might be a good match for us. That your coolness would please me. The better to break you down.”  He smiled, his grin wicked. “But he also spoke of something deeper in you.  He was right, as he always is.”

She smiled, and he smiled back, his eyeteeth catching the dim amber light from the sconces on the wall. She could see in his ancient gaze his desire for her. Desire and the shadows the older vampires so often carried.

“But,” Luka interjected, “with a human, you could top beautifully, I think.” He stroked her hair. It felt as if he was touching her skin, all over, all at once. Desire pooled between her thighs. “I can see you wielding the whip yourself. You are so cool. So controlled. So elegant. Would you enjoy that, Ilana?”

“I will do what you like. For your pleasure. For my own.”

She was giving them nothing other than what she wanted. Submitting to these two creatures was only fulfilling the fantasies she’d had since she’d first heard about the vampire clubs.

“I would like very much to see that,” Konstantine said, moving in closer. “I would like to see our little ice queen command another human. But after we have conquered her coldness ourselves.” His hands went around her waist and he pulled her into his hard body.

They felt as if they were carved from granite, the vampires. Velvet-soft skin over solid stone.  When she pressed into his flesh, her hips arching into his, it gave way only the tiniest bit. As Luka pressed in behind her, she felt the rigid shaft of his erect cock against the small of her back. He was hard, harder than any human male could possibly be. And yet, there was some give there. His flesh was not yet as ancient as Konstantine’s. She loved the contrast of the two of them. Their bodies. Konstantine’s thoroughly masculine face that was all raw edges and Luka’s softer features. Konstantine’s pale, pale skin and Luka’s that lovely gold.

Their hands were everywhere, smoothing over her skin—her shoulders, her arms, her hips and thighs. She was heating up inside, her body responding, beginning to drown in sensation already.

It was only in these moment that she truly felt alive. Felt anything. The extreme and hard-edged pleasure of vampire flesh. But what she really required in order to feel, to open up, was the harder play. The whip, as they had mentioned. Spanking. Bondage. Being commanded into submission, which was the only place she felt safe enough to let go.

She shuddered, need pulsing between her thighs, in her aching breasts.

“We’re going to undress you now,” Luka whispered into her hair.

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For my giveaway I’d like to offer a $10.00 Amazon Gift Card plus a prize package of my e-books WINTER SOLSTICE,  SUMMER SOLSTICE and TEMPT ME TWICE. For people to enter, my question is: 

How do you like to see a ménage story done? Bi- ménage or girl in the middle? And do you need a happily-ever-after for all three, or is it okay if things end with a primary couple and the third person going their own way?

ATH: SMUTKETEERS CRYSTAL JORDAN

YAY! Our next Smutketeer is Crystal Jordan and she is giving away the first two books of her Unbelievable series!

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MAKE ME BELIEVE
Book Three in the Unbelievable series

AVAILABLE JULY 19

She has two words for love. “Make me.” Then love changes the rules…

As far as hairstylist Celia Occam is concerned, she’s struck out at marriage twice, and there will be no “third time’s a charm”. So what if one salon employee and the town gossip seem dead set on fixing her up with Prince Charming. She’s nobody’s princess.

She’s all for scratching the occasional itch with the right man, but flirtatious firefighter Mason Delacroix is all wrong. Besides, with three broken engagements on his romantic rap sheet, even a one-night mattress mambo sounds like a bad idea.

From the first moment Mason encounters Celia’s emotional barriers, he’s determined to turn up the heat as high as it takes to melt the ice. If the whole town wants to back him up by playing Cupid, he’s on board. Track record be damned. He wants Celia, and he’s ready for permanent.

When her self-appointed guardian angels conspire to lock them in the basement, their long-denied chemistry explodes. She finds herself relishing every moment—though her subconscious is already on the run.

Funny thing, though. Every time she zigs, Mason’s already zagged. Making her wonder if this time it’s for real, or if Cupid is just up to its old tricks.

Excerpt

How did she get herself into these messes? Oh, right. She had friends with the utter gall to be happy.

Celia Occam rolled her eyes and tried to ignore the fact that she was up to her eyeballs in decorations for her best friend’s surprise wedding reception. Aubrey had eloped with her new husband Price a few weeks before, without any of the frills of a real wedding, so a surprise party to celebrate the occasion was in order. Actually, the owner of the local bed and breakfast inn had insisted on throwing the shindig and had roped Celia into helping put it together. Silver balloons and navy blue streamers hung from every surface of the B&B.

“Give me a hand with this, won’t you, dear?” Mrs. Chambers called. The elderly woman—and certified small town busybody—wobbled on top of a stepladder, the white knot coiled on top of her head wobbling even more precariously.

Celia’s heart tripped when she saw the old lady go up on her tiptoes to string more streamers from a doorway. “Get down, Mrs. Chambers.”

“Oh, I can do it. Just hold—”

“No, ma’am.” She leaped up from where she knelt attaching a table skirt, jogging over to brace the other woman’s legs. “Please, stop. I can take care of it for you. Really. Come away from there.”

“If you insist.” Climbing down with more grace than Celia would have imagined, Mrs. Chambers brushed off her dress. Then she wagged her finger. “I’ve told you to call me Tori.”

“Right. Tori.” Celia sighed in relief at having the older woman on solid ground, grabbed the dangling end of the streamer, and hopped up on the ladder while Tori watched. “I might slip and call you Mrs. C sometimes, Mrs. C.”

“So I see.” Tori laughed, but then her tone turned coy and teasing. “Mason Delacroix is coming to the party tonight.”

Celia’s heart thumped at the mention of his name. She stomped down on the reaction, ignoring it as she had for the year she’d known him. Forcing her voice into nonchalance, she busied herself with hanging more paper doodads. “Well, he’s the groom’s brother, so I assumed you invited him.”

“He’s such a nice young man. Handsome, too.” Tori handed her a piece of tape for the next streamer. “I think he likes you.”

“I think he’d just like to get in my pants,” Celia muttered.

“What was that, dear?”

“Nothing.” She glanced down and smiled as innocently as she could, which wasn’t very, but she gave it a shot.

Tori’s white bun teetered when she tilted her head and narrowed her eyes. Lately, she’d been hell-bent in her mission to fix Celia and Mason up, and she fired a new salvo. “He’d be good for you, and he does like you. You should take him up on it the next time he asks you out. He’s not going to your hair salon just for his looks.”

Of course, everyone knew Mason made appointments at Occam’s Razor to have her shave his head on a regular basis. Each time he’d come in, he’d asked her out. But he hadn’t come in the last few weeks, and his hair had grown into a dark stubble. It did nothing to detract from his good looks. Tori was right about that… Mason was undeniably handsome.

When Celia didn’t respond, Tori heaved a dramatically disappointed sigh. “I’ll just go see if Jerry needs help in the kitchen.”

“You do that.” Celia shook her head as the town gossip bustled away, reluctant affection winding through her. Mrs. Chambers got her hair washed and styled at Celia’s salon at least three times a week, just for an excuse to eavesdrop on any juicy conversations that might be going on. The woman knew everything about everyone—her abilities in that arena never failed to impress Celia. Spending a good portion of her childhood in Cedarville meant everyone knew everything about Celia’s sordid past already, so she didn’t have to worry about what Tori might hear about her. Ah, small town life.

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A NOTE FROM CRYSTAL:

I’m offering a download of the first two books in the Unbelievable series, IF YOU BELIEVE and BELIEVE IN ME. To enter for the giveaway, answer this question: If you’re going to read a naughty book with either angels or demons, which do you prefer? Do you like the idea of celestial beings cutting loose, or do you like it better when the wicked stay wicked and go with demons? This series has naughty angels, and I have another series starting next year with smutty demons, so I’ve been thinking about this probably more than I should--my answer to the question  is obviously “why choose, have both!”

What do you guys think?

ATH: THE SMUTKETEERS: KAREN ERICKSON

Just a gentle reminder of the RULES AND REGS.
I have a special place in my heart for all The Smutketeers. I have never met a group so willing to speak with readers and to help other authors. I truly love hanging out on their blog. And, so when I was planning this, I thought, why not give them a whole day! So, today is Smutketeer DAY! And since they did me so good the other day, I hope y'all give them a big OLD HARMLESS WELCOME. And, make sure to join their Yahoo Group.

First up is Karen Erickson with her book Indulgent Pleasures! She is giving away an AMAZON GC today.

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INDULGENT PLEASURES


What’s your fantasy?
Stephanie Shaw’s ready to experience a fantasy or two all for the sake of her job. Research for the magazine she works for could result in her own column and she wants it. Bad.
Almost as bad as the gorgeous man she runs into–literally. Justin Hawkins is sinfully hot and ready to indulge in her every whim. A few stolen hours in the backseat of a car turns into the most passionate sexual encounter of her life.
But Stephanie’s keeping a secret. When she finds out Justin is a former pro baseball player, no way can she tell him about her job. The media-shy Justin hates being in the public eye and Stephanie’s documenting their sexual encounters for the entire city to read–anonymously.
A betrayal of trust hurts them both and sends them reeling. And also renders them apart. Stephanie’s devastated, Justin’s angry. Can this relationship be fixed?

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“Oh, I’ll still have you Stephanie.” His voice lowered, smoothing over her nerve endings.

Easing her fears and making her melt. “I’ll have you any way I want you.”

“Promises, promises,” she murmured, a little smile tickling the corner of her lips. Relief

flooded her at the familiar teasing, the sexual promise that hung between them.

“So tell me, what are you wearing right now?”

She glanced down at herself. “You want the truth or what you really want to hear?”

He chuckled. “I want the truth.”

“Boring old sweats and a tank top.”

“Color?”

“The sweats are blue, the tank top red.”

“Of course.”

“Of course what?”

“You always wear red. It’s your signature color.”

Stephanie liked the fact that he noticed. Not every man she’d dated had paid attention.

How they could’ve missed it, she didn’t know. “It is my favorite color.”

“I figured.”

“What’s your favorite color?”

“Whatever you’re wearing.”

“Flattery will get you everywhere.” She laughed.

“Mmm, so I’ve heard. Tell me what you would’ve said you were wearing.”

“Oh, I would’ve said nothing at all.” She smiled and wandered back into her bedroom,

plopping down in the middle of her unmade bed.

A strangled choke sounded over the phone. “I like that version better than the truth.”

“No surprise there. So what are you wearing?”

“You want the truth or what you really want to hear?” Justin threw her words back at her.

“The truth.”

“My underwear. I’m about ready to go to bed.”

“What color?”

“Pervert.” He chuckled again. “Black boxer briefs.”

All the air seemed to leave her at the image of Justin sitting in his bed, nothing but a pair

of black boxer briefs covering his magnificent body.

“I wish I was there with you,” she admitted in a small voice.

“I do too, babe.” He sounded gruff and more than a little aroused.

“If I were there I would tear off your underwear and have my way with you.”

“What would you do?”

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Oh la la! I would like to know, lol. So, tell Karen, what do you like? Big, bulging muscles or a lean, mean, sexy machine? She is giving away a 10 Dollar AMAZON GC to one lucky winner!

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Okay, it has been a crazy week, but I am actually in my office. I still have boxes of books, but I have my desk set up and I found my printer.

So, while I have been busy unpacking, I have also been appearing all over the web:

The Romance Reader's Challenge at Good Reads

Romancing the Book

The Smutketeers - Meet Kai in a character interview exclusive with the Smutketeers.

Also, watch my blog. I am getting the whole schedule up for next week's Addicted to Harmless contest. Full details on prizes will be listed and it all starts here on the blog at 9 am eastern time Monday.

Oh, and A Little Harmless Addiction is getting some great reviews. Here is the latest, a RECOMMENDED READ from Joyfully Reviewed.

It’s got heart, passion, family and much more!  A Little Harmless Addiction is a lively sultry story that will leave you wanting more!
Miranda
Make  sure you go to Joyfully Reviewed and see the rest of the review.

And last, but not least, the details on Melissa Schroeder's Little Harmless Luau at Rom Con are emerging! There is going to be snacks and a cash bar. Oh, and there will be things you get there that you will not be able to get at the rest of the convention. I am getting a back full of stuff made up. Anyway, if you are going to the convention, it is included in the price! It will be on Friday from 5:30-6:30, right before the Western Dinner! Oh, and there will be more prizes to come. I'm making plans on what the grand prize will be.

That is about it for now!