First up is Eden Bradley/Eve Berlin—her‘Edge’ books have all just been reissued with gorgeous new covers, and are in stores now and available on Amazon and B&N! A little kinky romance to curl up with on a chilly fall day…
~PLEASURE’S EDGE~
A sensual new novel of losing control-and finding the ultimate pleasure.For beautiful erotica author Dylan Ivory, being in control is everything. Then she meets the man who is everything she is not...and everything she wants.Alec Walker writes dark psychological thrillers-and he lives for thrills. His tastes extend into the bedroom as well, where he lets no rules bind his desires. The only thing he fears is true love...While researching a book, Dylan interviews Alec-and longs to taste the temptation he offers. But he's a self-proclaimed dominant and she refuses to surrender control. Slowly, Alec shows her that by letting go and submitting to his every desire she can experience the ultimate pleasure. But to keep the woman who for the first time brings him to his knees, can Alec take the ultimate risk and surrender his heart?
~DESIRE’S EDGE~
**Winner of the 2011 Holt Medallion Award!**
One woman discovers the freedom of giving in to desire…
Sexual dominant Dante De Matteo knew Kara Crawford back in high school, but he never imagined her darkest fantasies would align so perfectly with his. When Dante lands a job at Kara's law firm, intense desire draws them closer while deep-rooted fears threaten to pull them apart- unless they can embrace both the pain and pleasure of love.
~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 PLEASURE’S EDGE
(Warning-a li’l X-rated!)
She was still shivering when he
pulled back and moved her, laying her face down on his lap.
“Alec?”
Her body went tense all over.
“Shh. It’s time, Dylan. This is
why we’re here. You’re ready.”
“Alec...No. I can’t...”
She was struggling to sit up,
but he held her more firmly.
“Are you telling me ‘red’? Are
you safe-wording out of the scene? If you are, I will let you up and we’ll get
you dressed and leave here. Is that what you want?”
“I...no.”
He could barely stand to do it,
to hold her down. Spank her. It would only make his straining cock harder, make
it more difficult to keep himself under control. No woman had challenged his
self control the way Dylan did. But he could deal with it. He simply would. He wanted to touch her more than
anything in the world at this moment.
“Are we staying, Dylan?”
“Yes.”
He could feel the slightest give
in her body. It was enough. He pulled the sheer mesh of her panties into the
sweet line between her cheeks, baring them to his hands. He smoothed his palms
over the silken flesh, just stroking her skin. Eventually, she went loose in
his lap. Perfect. As perfect as the tight curve of her bare ass.
He began to tap with his
fingertips, just hard enough that he knew she could feel it. He listened to her
breathing for any sign of panic, but she was fine so far. He slapped a little
harder, the flat of his palm making a small smacking sound. Her breathing
didn’t change, but her flesh grew warm and showed the slightest tinge of pink.
“Are you all right, Dylan?”
“Yes.”
She was still loose and warm,
and he knew she was slipping into the edge of subspace, had perhaps already
reached it when he was working her with his fingers, before she even came.
His cock twitched, swelled.
Don’t
think about that now. Concentrate.
He smacked her harder, his other
hand still holding the back of her neck firmly. He knew she was feeling some
pain. He also knew the desire in her body could convert it to pleasure if he
handled her correctly.
He intended to.
Pausing to stroke her pinking
skin, he smiled to himself at the lovely blush there. Drawing his fingertips
over her buttocks, he pinched at the undersides. She squirmed, but her breath
was still even. There wasn’t an ounce of tension in her muscles. He knew if he
could see her face her pupils would be dilated, her cheeks flushed.
“Dylan, are you with me?”
“Yes.”
“I’m going to really spank you
now.”
A soft moan, then she said,
“Yes...”
“Good girl.”
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Next
we have R.G. Alexander’s long-awaited sequel in her ‘Wicked’ series, WICKED
RELEASE, out now! Get ready for some dirty…
Something magic this way comes…Wicked ³, Book 1Callie has always known the Abbotts were different. Witches, though they call themselves “Magians”. They are her second family. Harrison Abbott has been her best friend since they were children. Tucker Abbott, her life-long crush. And their brother, Tyghe? A magical pain in her backside.When the Abbotts need her human perspective to solve a mystery, she doesn’t hesitate. Especially since it means getting everything she ever wanted. A chance to be one of them, to have magic, even if it’s only temporary.Someone is attacking young women at Triune, a ritual that helps Magians find their perfect threesome—the match that will complete their magic and their hearts. Callie expected to be dazzled by her first glimpse into the Magian world, but the bone-melting desire between her and the Abbott brothers isn’t part of the plan.Nor is the decades-old secret that makes her the target of a killer…
KINDLE * NOOK *
EXCERPT from WICKED RELEASE:
Excerpt #2 sexy
There were books
piled in corners and on the floor along the wall, but this was no library. It
was a den of temptation and decadence, complete with a reflective wall beside
the sumptuous bed. A wall that she sensed was more than it seemed.
But it was the
art—sketches and paintings resting on easels and hanging on the walls—that
ensnared her. They were all of one woman. In abstract. From behind and in
profile. Nude and barely clothed. The details were exquisite, as if the artist
had spent hours perfecting each one. The subject had long, dark hair and
caramel eyes. She also had a distinctive birthmark on her hip.
Her. Every drawing
was of her.
She might be
disturbed if it weren’t so flattering. If it weren’t Lorie who had painted
them. “How?”
Lorie came up
behind her, his hands warm on her waist. “I told you, Sarah. I dreamt of you
for years. I would wake in the night and have to recreate you, have to hold you
in my mind. I suppose this is more your room than mine.”
Con stretched out
on the couch that was twice as wide as he was and sighed. “Let’s compromise and
call it our room. I know I feel right
at home here.”
Sarah smiled at
Con’s words, but the moment she turned in Lorie’s embrace, she was lost. The
way he was looking at her. The longing and hunger in his expression. Magic
pulsed between them, beating with a single heartbeat. Connected.
“Will you stand
there staring at each other all night, or am I going to have to move this
along?” Con placed several pillows behind his head and watched them, answering
his own question. “Sarah, I believe you and Lori have some catching up to do.
I’m nothing if not a fair and honorable man. Be a love and take your clothes
off, will you? And then go wait for him on the bed.”
A startled glance
in his direction told her this was not another attempt at humor. It was almost
worded as a request, but its tone held a hint of command. She had the strangest
reaction to it.
Excitement.
She walked slowly
over to the edge of the bed and began to remove her shoes and jeans, watching
the two men as they watched her.
The desire in both
their gazes sent a heady rush through her system. Con may be directing her
actions, but their looks said she had all the power. She controlled them with
each button she released. They were her captives. It was a heady sensation.
By the time she’d
removed her last piece of clothing and climbed on all fours onto the bed, she
was shaking with need. Lorie was so still and silent she might have worried
he’d changed his mind, if not for the pulse beating a passionate drumbeat in
his neck. If not for his clenched jaw and stained cheeks. Or those eyes,
brilliant in their longing.
“I’m here,” she
whispered breathlessly. “What now?”
Con’s fists were
clenched behind his head. She could see the white of his knuckles. “Now if
Lorie doesn’t join you, I will.” Lorie didn’t need to be told twice. He
stripped in record time and stood in front of her, steps away from her mouth to
let her look her fill.
Had she called him
an angel? His face was perfect,
almost innocent in its beauty. His body made her ache. A fallen angel, then. A
man sculpted to indulge in a woman’s every sinful thought. A man she had to
sample.
She leaned forward
and licked her lips, eager to take him into her mouth, when Con’s voice stopped
her. “Not yet, Sarah. Turn your hips toward me. That’s right. Good girl. Now
spread your legs. More. That is nice.
Okay, now you can taste him. But don’t let him come. Not until I say. Not until
he’s inside you.”
Lorie was watching
her carefully, trying to hold himself back and gauge her reaction at the same
time. “You can say no anytime, sweet Sarah. You’ll never be forced.”
Perhaps this
should disturb her, these strong men controlling her actions. Guiding her. But
it was having the opposite effect. With them, it seemed, she had no shame. She
smiled. “Is it wrong that I enjoy it? That I have no desire to say no?”
His blue eyes
darkened and his teeth clenched. “No, sweet. It’s right. It’s perfect. You were
made for us. Nothing we do with each other, nothing we feel is wrong.” He slid
his fingers through her hair and tugged lightly. “And since you have no
objections, I think Con gave you a command.”
Yes. Yes, he had. She leaned forward,
feeling Lorie’s fists clench in her hair when she opened her damp lips over the
tip of his shaft. Her magic rose up from a well deep inside her, green and gold
mingling with his soft lavender as she took him in her mouth.
Shameless. Wild.
Heavenly. The words were not enough to describe her body’s reaction to this
act. To his taste. He was better than any dessert. Salty and hot and delicious
on her tongue, she opened her mouth to take more of his width. To take all of
him.
Her thighs were
damp with arousal. Arousal she knew Con could see from across the room. And she
wanted him to see. Wanted him to lick his lips as he imagined her taste on his
tongue. She spread her legs farther apart and rocked her hips in time to her
mouth’s rhythm.
A groan from the
couch told her he was still watching. That he wanted to join them.
“Con, don’t you
dare fucking move.” Lorie’s growl made her shiver. “I need this. Need her. Oh, hell, Sarah. How
are you—? What are you doing?”
She’d reached up
with one hand to cup the tight sac at the base of his shaft, caressing it as
she slid her mouth down until her lips nearly touched her fingers. She
swallowed.
Con’s pained moans
echoed in her ears. “She’s a natural. I knew she’d be a natural. Knew her mouth
was made for us.”
Lorie’s hips
jerked against her, his hands guiding her head almost helplessly against his
cock. “I’m not sure I can hang on, Sarah. This feels too damn good. Oh, God,
what your mouth can do should be a crime. Don’t stop. That’s it. I just. Need.
A few more—”
“Stop. Now.”
It was
instinctive. She was so attuned to them that she pulled away without
hesitation, though she wanted more. She wanted to taste Lorie’s completion on
her tongue. To know she could do that to him. Affect him so swiftly.
“I hate you, Con,”
Lorie snarled.
Con snorted. “No
you don’t.” He paused. “Okay, maybe you do now,
but you’ll thank me later.” His tone softened. “How’re you doing, baby? Still
with us?”
She nodded,
feeling dazed. “I think so.” Her body was screaming for release, screaming for
someone to give her what she needed. Each second that passed wound her insides
tighter and tighter, until she was sure she would snap. She was tempted to
grant herself temporary relief, but they were watching. And Con hadn’t given
her permission to stop playing his game.
“Are you ready for
more?”
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Last,
but definitely not least, is the newest Smutketeer Robin L. Rotham’s Halloween
tale, FRANKENDOM! This erotic twist (and we do mean twisted!) on the
Frankenstein story is one HOT read—and not for the faint of heart!
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.
Excerpt 3:
Taking a deep
breath, I slipped into the dim corridor, leaving my door slightly ajar in case
I needed to beat a hasty retreat. Adrenaline made my hands shake and my heart
pound in my throat. Where in the hell was I going? To my right, seemingly an
eternity away, was the tower with the elevator I’d come up in. Across from my
room was a closed door. To my left, two more closed doors on the same side as
mine before the corridor made an abrupt right turn I couldn’t see around. What
was down there?
Decision made,
I alternately crept and made panicked leaps down the corridor, flattening
myself inside door frames when I heard any sort of noise—as if my protruding
boobs wouldn’t give me away.
Or my noisy
stomach. I gave it a reproving pat and whispered, “Hush, you.”
From my vantage
point in the final door frame on the left, I craned my neck to peer down the
adjoining corridor but saw nothing. I heard something, though—several
somethings that sent ice water trickling down my spine.
I listened as
if my life depended on it.
Which it very
well might, if what I heard was any indication—guttural male cries, low-pitched
chuckles, and the murmur of male voices. They were all muted by an electronic
hum that made the door under my right hand vibrate slightly. And there was a
persistent crackling and snapping that sounded like radio static.
Or something
more sinister.
Every muscle in
my body tensed for flight. It took a several deep breaths and a searing lecture
on the evils of cowardice from my inner bad girl before I was calm enough to
forge ahead.
Another glance
back the way I’d come and then I darted onto uncharted carpet. It was a
relatively short corridor with only two doors, one on my left, which I
flattened myself into right away, and one in the terminal wall.
Terminal. I swallowed hard at the irony.
Unlike all the other doors, which were traditional six-panel models painted
pristine white, this one was round on top, made of lightly stained wood planks
and held together by heavy black hardware—two flat metal pieces that formed a
reinforcing X were riveted to the door just below the curve, and two more
pieces anchored it across the top and bottom. The handle was nothing more than
a thick leather strap doubled over and bolted to the wood.
The primitive
door was open. Not much, only enough to see a sliver of darkness and almost
continuous flashes of watery light—but it was open.
I bit my
knuckle. Nothing said Go away! like a
big black X on the door.
But it was open. An open door was an
invitation…right?
The temptation
to creep closer and try to see
something clashed fiercely with the desire to scurry back to my room and
reassess my priorities.
The sounds were
more distinct now, and I swallowed hard when I recognized the distinctive buzz
and snap of some kind of powerful electrical device discharging. It was a
relief to realize the human sounds seemed unrelated to the snaps and flashes of
light. During one of my ER rotations, I’d seen an electrical burn from
electro-stimulation gone wrong and I never wanted to see it again, much less
experience it for myself.
But those
throaty masculine chuckles and amused murmurs were definitely a reaction
to pained grunts and groans. Someone was
being tortured in there. And someone else was enjoying it.
A sharp yelp
made me gasp, and I slapped one trembling hand over my mouth while the other
flattened on my stomach. That could be me
in there, being tortured for someone else’s amusement.
Okay, maybe I
should have taken this a little slower. My heart was about to batter its way
right out of my ribcage, and I couldn’t tell if it was from excitement or
terror.
Time to get my
ass back to my room. I didn’t have to travel the entire road to self-discovery
in a single day.
Before I could
flee, a loud, stuttering groan rang out, followed by, “Jesus, please, Sir! Ah! Motherfucker…fuckfuckFUUUUCK!”
My eyes
widened. That was Colin.
“Oh my God,” I
whispered against my bloodless fingers. They were torturing Colin? He was a bottom?
I took a shaky
step toward the door, and then another. What was happening to him?
Was it
something that would happen to me if I stuck around?
Did I want to
find out?
A heartbeat
later, the choice was no longer mine. My wrists were seized from behind and I
was hauled against a hard masculine body with my arms crossed over my chest. I
was too breathless with terror to even squeak when he put his mouth against my
ear.
“Gotcha, Dr. McBride!”
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