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A message from R.G. Alexander, Eden Bradley aka Eve Berlin, and Robin L. Rotham, members of the Smutketeers!
Thanks so much for having us here today to share our latest book news with you! Lots of exciting stuff going on!
First up is Eden Bradley/Eve Berlin—her ‘Edge’ books have all just been reissued with beautiful new covers, and are in stores now, and available on Amazon and B&N! A little dirty kink and romance to curl up with on a chilly fall day…
~DESIRE’S EDGE~
**Winner of the 2011 Holt Medallion Award!**
Giving into desire can set you free…but only if you give yourself completely.
Dominant Dante knew Kara in high school, but he never imagined her fantasies would align so perfectly with his. When he lands a job at Kara’s law firm, desire draws them closer while their fears threaten to pull them apart- unless they can embrace both the pain and pleasure of love.
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EXCERPT from DESIRE’S EDGE: (Warning-a li’l X-rated!)
He was sitting behind his desk, handsome as hell in his black suit, his dark blue shirt striking against the golden-brown of his eyes. A slow smile lit his face, and he nodded at her.
“Take your coat off, Kara.”
No greeting. Just that simple command.
She loved it.
She slid her coat from her shoulders and laid it down on the brown leather sofa against one wall, set her purse next to it.
“Come here,” he said quietly.
He watched her as she crossed the room. She could feel her body heating up beneath his penetrating gaze. She licked her lips, approached his desk.
“You look great in these tight skirts you wear,” he told her, his tone all smoke and heat. “That sexy, business woman look. It suits you.” He stood, moved in closer, making her breath catch. “And it makes your ass look superb. But I want a better look.”
He wrapped his hands around her waist, turned her until her back was to him.
“Good,” he said, his tone low. “Now bend over and brace your hands on the desk.”
She found herself doing it, her mind emptying out at an alarming rate.
Don’t think. Can’t think now…
“Beautiful, Kara. Perfect. The curve of your ass in this skirt is…perfect.”
He moved in close behind her and slid his hand over her hip, then her bottom. She could feel the heat of him through the soft, fine wool of her skirt. She was going wet already, her sex a dark throbbing between her legs.
He leaned over her until his breath was warm on her cheek. He whispered, “Hold still for me now.”
One sharp spank and she gasped.
“Did I surprise you?” he asked her. “You should have known what I was going to do when I bent you over the desk.”
“There are still people in the office,” she said, her voice sounding small, barely a protest at all.
“Yes. But that only makes it more exciting.”
“I didn’t lock your office door behind me.”
“No one will come in. You have to trust me, Kara. Do you trust me?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
She did. She had to. She was helpless already against the onslaught of desire. Drowning in it.
“Good. Very good.”
He smacked her again, the sensation dulled a bit by the fabric between his hand and her ass.
“Oh!”
“Shh, Kara,” Dante whispered to her. He moved her hair aside and laid a kiss on the back of her neck, making her shiver. “Jesus, your skin is so hot. I have to touch it. Touch you…”
She felt him move back for a moment as he lifted her skirt, sliding it up around her waist.
“Ah, I should have known you’d be wearing a thong under that tight skirt. I love the way it looks with the boots. Some day I’ll have to have you in nothing but these boots.”
She was shaking even before he touched her. Then he smoothed his palm over her bottom, and she went soaking wet. She had to grip the edge of his desk, forcing herself to hold still.
He kept moving his hand over her bare flesh, the sensation soft and sweet. Yet she yearned for that harder touch.
“Dante, please…”
“Eager, beautiful girl? I like that. But you’ll have to wait until I’m ready. Take a breath, let it out. And wait.”
She moaned quietly. He laughed, a small wicked chuckle. He kept stroking her skin—with his palm, with his fingertips. It was wonderful. It was torture.
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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.
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Excerpt
Sarah peered suspiciously through the strands of her dark, knotted hair. A small crowd of men and women stared down at her in silent shock. They didn’t know her. These were not her captors. “Where am I?”
The clothing they wore were of a type she had seen on occasion in her ever-changing cell. Women in long pants and shirts that revealed more than they concealed. Handsome men whose snug clothing left nothing to the imagination. She studied them each in turn, her gaze narrowing on one woman’s piercing grey eyes. The only thing in the room that seemed familiar. “When am I?”
Another crash followed quickly by a pain-filled moan beside her drew her attention. “The angel!”
They’d released him as well, she realized, but something was wrong. He was pale as the grave, his face covered in angry wounds. His hands clutched his side and she could see the blood spilling through his fingers.
Sarah slid across the floor, heedless of the others and replaced his hands with her own, applying pressure. “Fools. You pulled him out before the spell could revive him. Children would know better. Do any of you understand the magic you are playing at?”
She heard a female gasp, “Lorie’s hurt. Someone call the healers.”
“There is no time to waste,” Sarah growled. “I believe I still remember…”
She let the memories wash over her, praying that her newfound freedom had returned all of her abilities. Images filled her mind. Children with broken limbs and fireside burns who’d come, wide-eyed, to the home she’d shared with her grandmother. The song she’d hummed to soothe them as her magic spun around her, stitching the bones back together and healing any trace of injury.
Her hands tingled with the heat of her power, glowing with the arcing green and golden energy that had once been so familiar to her. Her power. And something more. That sharp spark of knowledge, desire and connection that she’d felt with this man the first and only other time they’d touched.
His magic was reaching out to hers again. Surrounding hers and drawing it back into his body. As she studied his face, the cuts on the full lips closed and the wound at his temple disappeared before her eyes.
She almost smiled at the long-forgotten sensations of gratitude that always came with her power. She could sense it in her now, the healing magic moving through her to embrace him. As it did, it seemed to give her back some of what she’d lost. Some of who she’d been before she was trapped. Cleansing her of the darker shadows that had grown inside her through the long years.
She cried silently over her patient. To be a healer was a gift to the bearer as well as the recipient. Another gift he’d given her, to remind her of that truth. His angelic face had eased her torment. His presence had, for a short time, made her feel less alone. She could do this for him. The beautiful specimen whom she longed to kiss just once—before she ran as far away from her new jailers as she could get.
Sarah leaned down, ready to give in to her urges when his long lashes fluttered. Blue eyes, so bright and brilliant she lost her breath, were gazing back at her without surprise. “Saved you,” he rasped weakly.
Her surprised chuckle at his first words was a strange and rusty sound in her ears. She wasn’t sure if his mind had been addled, but that was to be expected after his traumatic experience in her world. “I saved you in return, angel. You are welcome.”
Her senses were on high alert. As many as nine Magians were moving closer, almost surrounding her as she hovered over his body. Enough to imprison her again.
Removing her hands, she pulled back her power, rolling adeptly to a standing position behind his head, her arms up defensively. “Stay away. I warn you, I won’t go back. You will have to kill me first.”
All their movements ceased at her words. An older woman, nearly as beautiful as her angelic patient, reached out in supplication. “Sarah Blackwood, you have my oath as a Magian that you are in no danger from us. Lorie…the man you healed is my son. He’s been lost to us for months. May I go to him?”
“Magian oaths mean nothing to me.” The heartbroken expression on the woman’s face tore at her. There was no pretense in her concern. A mother’s concern. A family’s love. “Go on, then. I won’t stop you.”
But she wanted to. She wanted to keep her angel—Lorie was his name? She wanted to keep him with her. Close to her. Wanted to touch him and experience that flame again. She’d never known anything like it.
The way she felt reminded her of the reactions she’d heard others speak of when magics truly, intimately combined. She looked down at him again. No. No, it couldn’t be that. This man was not hers. That was not her destiny. She was far past the age for an arranged or natural pairing. He was attractive, and she had been alone for so very long. That was all.
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FrankenDom
By Robin L. Rotham
Book Releases 10/29
Excerpt:
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:
My eyes widened. “I didn’t realize my eating habits were subject to your approval.”
In the middle of buttering his own bread, Colin paused, staring at me like I’d just spewed a stream of profanities.
Julian’s eyes narrowed again. “You didn’t, eh?”
A little unnerved, I set my bread without taking a bite. So much for choosing my battles. I was missing something here, but God only knew what. Once again, we seemed to be playing a game and I was the only player who didn’t know the rules.
It occurred to me that I really knew very little about Julian Kilmartin. Long-standing hero worship aside, he was a stranger to me.
When both of them continued to study me as if trying to identify some new species, I grew uncomfortable. “What?”
“You didn’t read your contracts, did you, Rachel?”
Julian’s rumbling drawl sent a shiver of awareness up my spine, and I could have sworn I heard a silent you naughty girl tacked on at the end. Good Lord, spending so much time on this side of the Atlantic had really stiffened his British accent. Five years ago I’d have found it thrilling, but right now it made him even more a stranger.
“Of course I did,” I said dismissively. I’d skimmed the employment contract, anyway. The non-disclosure and personal conduct agreements, I’d signed with barely a glance. I would never betray any employer, much less Julian Kilmartin, and conducting myself professionally was a point of pride with me.
The fingertips of his right hand tapped on the table, rolling from pinkie to index finger in time with the ticking of the wall clock. Again. And again. And again.
“Hmmm, and now you’re lying.”
I bit my lips, feeling my pulse quicken and my bones go a little bit rubbery. How did he know? Had I agreed to something I shouldn’t have? Even more alarming, why was I excited to be caught in a half-truth?
I strove for calm. “What does it matter?”
“If you’d read your contracts, my dear,” he said, his expression as keenly enigmatic as any Bond villain’s, “you wouldn’t have to ask that question.”
The lights flickered, and I twitched nervously.
“Have no fear, my dear Rachel. We have extensive backup power systems if the winds become too strong to safely operate the turbine.”
“I wasn’t worried,” I lied, “but thanks for the reassurance.”
“Mr. Price emailed your contract copies last night. Did you download them?”
“Yes, but—”
“Good girl.”
His praise set my teeth on edge. “I’m not a girl.”
As if I hadn’t spoken, he continued, “Your assignment for this evening then, Rachel, is to study your contracts, particularly your personal conduct agreement, and decide whether or not you wish to honor them. You’re not legally bound to do so, and if you wish to leave, Dirk will return you to the airport as soon as the roads are passable. It’s entirely up to you.”
My breath jammed in my throat. He wanted me to leave?
“If, however, you decide to fulfill the terms of your contracts, I’ll quiz you over the content of your personal conduct agreement during breakfast tomorrow and for every question you answer incorrectly, there will be consequences you won’t enjoy. I will also expect you to have written out one hundred times, I will never sign any document without reading every word first. Handwriting, not typing. You’ll find all the necessary writing supplies in your desk.”
I gaped at him. “You’re kidding right?”
“Rachel, if you’d read your personal conduct agreement, you would know beyond a shadow of a doubt that I do not kid about personal assignments.”
“Maybe you didn’t get the memo, Dr. Kilmartin, but I’m not a medical student anymore. I’m not even a resident—I’m a licensed vascular surgeon. A vascular surgeon you hired,” I added pointedly.
“I’m well aware of that.”
“Then why are you treating me this way?” I demanded.
“Because you did a very foolish thing by signing those contracts without reading them!” he roared as he slammed his fist down on the table, rattling the china and silver.
Numb with shock, I couldn’t move, couldn’t even breathe.
Julian leaned back, his nostrils flaring as he visibly worked to put a leash on his temper.
“Now, Rachel,” he growled without looking directly at me, “Colin will escort you to your room, where you will remain until he collects you for breakfast. I suggest you behave or there will be consequences.”
Colin got up and came around behind me, and I felt the tug on my chair.
When I continued to stare at Julian, he picked up his spoon. “Good night, Rachel.”
Then he started to eat.
For more information on these authors visit their group website at Smutketeers.com
NOTE to Bitten by Books Readers: This giveaway is being run by the Smutketeers and they will be picking winners and contacting them NOT BBB. 
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Yay! It’s been fun following the Smutketeer events, and I’d love to hear more about the road trip! Also, is the Wicked series m/m/f or m/f/m?
vitajex(at)aol(dot)com
(I RSVPed, but I’m not sure if it counts since it was today…the comments were still open, so I assumed it was fine)
Thanks for having us!
Trix-Wicked Release is m/f/m…Wicked Bad is m/m/f and Wicked Sexy is m/f/m
Lisa Richards-I love the candy too. Hope there is enough left for the trick or treaters lol
The best thing about Halloween- without a doubt- the candy!
What I love best about Halloween?? You can be anyone or anything for a day!!
Been following and pimping it out
Best thing I like about Halloween at all the fun the kiddies have. My little guy knows alll about trick or treat. He rushes from houses to houses. He also says “Thank you!”
Uh oh, Rachel is in trrrrrrouble! I can’t wait to read more.
I wanted to go on the roadtrip! So much more fun to roadtrip with smutty ladies than a farmer with a 60-mile bladder. *grin*
Sadly, my youngest is now 11 and considers herself too young to trick-or-treat. I won’t miss going along, but I’ll miss the cute costumes.
Thanks for having us, ladies!
The road trip with our fab Smutkassistant Kitty Kelly was exhausting, but awesome! Have you all stopped by The Smutty Kitty blog to read about our cross-country adventures and see a few pics?
Thanks so much to BBB for having us here today-and to everyone who’s stopped by and those following our li’l wild ride of a blog hop!
*smooches*
Eden/Eve
I like the kids costumes best about Halloween.
Love this and can
Hi All!
Okay, you authors have this knack for cutting off the excerpts at the most prime location of reader book-wanting! Because I now want all of these books!
As for what I like most about Halloween. Well, an excuse to eat mass amounts of candy is pretty awesome in my book! Although if I’m being honest, I don’t need holiday to eat candy! I think it’s also the whole concept of the day that you can choose how different wou want to be for the day and how far you want to go. No limits!
On the Smutketeers site, I listed the birth of D man as my favorite Halloween memory. Here, I’ll list the coolest costume: I went as a character inspired by Gina “Red” Santiago, the protag from Jordan Summers’ Dead World series. It was a Red Riding Hood costume tore up from a werewolf attack…so fun!
The best part about Halloween is the chocolate!
I looked at the pics from the roadtrip you all had. So, had you guys had done a road trip like this before or was this a first one?
This is my first stop but I obviously need to go back to the beginning to catch all the fun. Love the Wicked series and have enjoyed all the books. Are there more planned?
Movies are the best. Watching thrillers is a highlight.
The best thing about Halloween? That would be that you can be anyone or anything for a day and/or night. Reminds me of reading, if you let yourself really get into a book, you ARE the characters
the kids having fun
Such a tough question to answer! I’ll have to put my annual horror movie/TV glut-a-thon, then dressing up, then candy, then the cute little kids, and definitely the creepy decorations.
It’s like Christmas for a paranormal freak like me!
Thanks for doing the giveaways and sharing the excerpts, ladies. I love the whole Smutkateers concept.
Heather
hafowler at gmail dot com
Hi there! Boy do those books sound hot! I put them in my wish list at amazon and will def be checking them out. I’m sort of new to the whole menage thing, well to tell the truth I’m pretty vanilla about my sex, but once in a while I do like reading about it. Then I get new ideas to try in the bedroom and my husband teases me about oh, must be reading that vampire smutt again!!
So since they do sound so good, and I need to spice some things up, I’ll be checking them out soon!! Thanks!!
My favorite things about halloween are the candy for sure, I used to love all the parties too and dressing up, but my husband is a recovering alcoholic so we don’t do the party thing anymore, and I like handing candy out to the kids, but we dont get as many as we used to.
as much as I don’t like it myself, I do like seeing everyone else dressing up. the costumes on adults can be a bit much, but trick or treaters are cute.
I love you all and your books. I or someone(s) else tuck them around in hidey holes so that I hopefully run into one when I need a treat. The last one found was Geared for Pleasure and I want MORE, MORE, MORE!
I love EVERYTHING about Halloween. At #^ I still costume up and go get the treats. Meet new people have a party. Just not this year. Damn Dr’s.
I love the candy and seeing the little kids in their costumes
What do you like best about Halloween? The Costumes!! I love dressing up.
The thing I like best about Halloween is all the classic horror films on TV.
Rae-we cut off the excerpts when we do so you’ll *need* to read more.
As for the road trip, Kitty Kelly drove with me to move from California to Texas. I’ve never driven for 3 days straight before. it was a lonnnng drive! Saw some amazing scenery along the way, especially in New Mexico, but I’d definitely prefer not to do it again-lol!
Eden/Eve
The best thing about Halloween? It’s that you can become a different persona and indulge in your sweet tooth without any questions asked!
I love the candy the most.
I RSVPed to be here but no spot to enter that.
I like the costumes the best.
Seeing the little kids in their costumes. Really enjoyed the excerpts.
I love the babies in costumes. Will miss seeing my youngest grandson this year.
Z
Awesome contest! Win or lose im going to look into these books. Love the excerpts!
I like the dressing up, although we don’t celebrate it over here, so I’ve never had a chance to dress up:(
Im having issues with rafflecopter on this post,wont go to pgs
Love the Smutketeers ladies! *HUGS!*
those books sound great.
Best thing about Halloween-the variety of candy available, some of which you can only get in October. Used to love making costumes when the kids were young enough to enjoy them. I’d charge them in candy for my work.
I RSVP’d.
I’m really excited to read FrankenDom.
My favorite thing about Halloween is the costumes. It’s the one time I can be me without coming across as a total freak.
Best thing about Halloween . . . this year it was staying in and watching Hocus Pocus with friends – I swear that movie gets better ever year
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