TEMPTATION’S EDGE is the third book in my ‘Edge’ series and it’s out today! I know I’m not supposed to have a favorite, but ohmygosh, the hero in this book just makes me swoon! Connor Galloway is a big, burly Irishman-thoroughly dominant and with a wicked sense of humor (humor in a man is always so important, isn’t it?). A solid six-foot-five wall of muscle. And the accent….oh my…
But Connor isn’t the only reason I love this story. The heroine plays a big part, too. Mischa is a tattoo artist, and as many of you may know from my Tweets, Facebook posts, Smutketeers posts, or my Pinterest page, I adore body art, and have a number of tattoos myself, so this is something I love and have experienced personally. There’s a certain mystique about anyone with tattoos, but a woman in particular, I think. Sexy. A little taboo. And of course, being an ‘Edge’ book, the taboo goes far beyond their tattoos.
The topic of BDSM erotica is coming up a lot in response to the Fifty Shades of Grey phenomenon. The books many of us have been writing for years are finally getting widespread recognition. I think it’s a wonderful thing that erotic fiction is being brought to the mainstream reader-and in many cases, people who normally never read at all. And my books haven’t been left out! My Eden Bradley novel THE DARK GARDEN is going back to print and will be available in Target stores in September, and my ‘Edge’ books are gaining some acclaim, too, which is incredibly exciting! In fact, I’m being sent to the Czech Republic in October to do a promotional tour for the translation of the first in this series, PLEASURE’S EDGE, so if you’re in Prague or Bratislava, I hope you’ll stop by and say hi. : )
But back to the topic at hand-the release of TEMPTATION’S EDGE! Let’s take a look…
What happens when you let yourself fall…
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.
…over the edge
It’s all fun and games in the BDSM Pleasure Dome Club, until Mischa realizes Connor could master her heart.
…and into temptation?
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: (WARNING-X-Rated!)
Connor smiled, gave a small nod with his square chin before stepping into the street. He hailed a taxi with a loud whistle and a brief wave of his hand, commanding the cab as easily as he did everything else. Including, it seemed, her. She was surprised by it. Enticed by it.
“Come on, then,” he said.
He handed her into the cab, an old-world gesture she loved immediately, then he climbed in beside her and gave the driver an address in Belltown, the same section of Seattle where Dylan lived. It was made up of older structures, and much of the old architecture had been preserved in the apartment buildings, warehouses that had been turned into lofts, the charming, funky retail stores and cafes. It reminded her a bit of home
As soon as the cab pulled onto the street Connor wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her closer, sliding her across the seat effortlessly, as if she were nothing more than a doll. His cheek was next to hers.
“I’ve been waiting all night for this. To get you alone. To kiss you.
She turned to look up at him, at his glittering gaze reflecting the amber streetlights. Desire was stark on his rugged face, reflecting her own.
She licked her lips. “What are you waiting for?” she asked.
He flashed a grin, but it faded quickly, his face going serious as he moved in to press his mouth to hers.
Oh, his lips were soft. So damn soft as he brushed them over hers. Too lightly; she wanted more. She reached up to lay her hand on his cheek, but he took it, held it firmly in his. Pressed her palm to his chest as he opened her lips with his, his warm tongue slipping inside.
He tasted the tiniest bit of the whiskey he’d had with dinner. Mostly he tasted like pure man. Pure desire.
She sighed, opened to him, and he pulled her closer. His arm around her held her firmly, so hard he was nearly bruising her. But she needed it, somehow. Craved that rough touch. That hard kind of passion. And he kept kissing her, kissing her, until she could barely breathe. Kisses full of wanting. Full of demand. It was making her go hot and soft all over. Wet between her thighs. When he slipped a hand down to caress her knee, then higher, she let him do it. Parted her thighs for him. Waited for him to reach higher.
He pulled back long enough to murmur, “Good girl, that’s it,” before bending to kiss her once more.
His tongue drove into her mouth and she sucked it in. He still held her hand to his chest, where she could feel his heart hammering as hard as her own. As hard as the pulse-beat of desire in her breasts, her sex. And as his hand moved up her thigh, leaving a trail of heat as it went, she pulled in a gasping breath. Pulled in the heady scent of him: rain and the earth and the night.
She trembled when she felt that first brush of his fingers at the edge of her lace panties. At the idea that he’d feel right away how wet she was, the lace soaked. He groaned into her mouth, and she felt a strange sort of satisfaction at his realization, at his reaction to it.
He spread her thighs wider with a firm hand, and she let him do it. Held perfectly still as he brushed his fingertips over the wet fabric, against her aching cleft, over the hard nub of her clitoris.
Need him. Need more.
As if reading her mind, he slid his fingers under the fabric, moving right away in between the swollen folds of her sex.
“Mmm…” she moaned against his mouth.
He didn’t pause, didn’t stop kissing her. Instead he began a steady, lovely rhythm, his fingers rubbing over her slit, his tongue pushing into her mouth. Desire rose, burned into her like a flame. She arched, coming up off the seat of the cab, but immediately he used his other hand to press down on her hip, to hold her still.
Some part of her rebelled against his control. Another part of her loved it even more. She was too far gone to question it.
She breathed him in, kissed him harder—it was the only thing she could do. She was helpless against him, against the tide of pleasure washing over her. When he pushed his fingers inside her she gasped again. Was sure she felt him smiling against her mouth. Then he was fucking her with his fingers, a steady pressure. In, then out, his thumb circling her clit until she was sure she would come at any moment.
He pulled back.
“We’re here.”
Oh yes, almost there…
She blinked. Her breath was a rasping pant. He was watching her. His fingers were still working inside her. She could barely stand to see him watching her face.
“Are you ready, my girl?”
“Yes.” She bit her lip.
He smiled, a wicked grin on his gorgeous face as his fingers stilled.
Bastard.
Copyright 2012 Eve Berlin
* * * * *CONTEST! Today I’ll give away a PDF of the first ‘Edge’ books, PLEASURE’S EDGE. Just tell me if you’ve read any BDSM fiction before and if so, what draws you to it. And if you haven’t, why you think it might be interesting. I’ll announce a winner here in the comments section tonight.
Meanwhile, if you’d like to know more about my books-or about me-visit my websites: EveBerlin.com EdenBradley.com or my awesome group blog Smutketeers,com .
Eve/Eden : )
Read Full Post »
Honorary Mention of Book Sluts 'R' Us Blogger Awards by 