One tattoo shop in one infamous city
sets the stage for 8 BRAND NEW stories
about resolutions, kink, love and ink.
Get ready to let the good times roll!
Hi, everyone! We’re the Smutketeers, and we are SO excited to be here with the very sexy Smutty Kitty—she’s one of our very favorite people, and she looks purrfect in a corset! 😀
When we were talking about what to discuss today, we marveled at how very different our MIDNIGHT INK stories are—our heroes, our heroines, our plots… Basically everything about them (except the setting, of course) is completely different, and yet they dovetail together so beautifully, it’s almost unbelievable. This was an amazing project to work on, and we can’t wait to do it again.
But for now we decided to give you a few fun facts about the heroes and heroines from each of our MIDNIGHT INK stories. We think you’ll love them as much as we do! We’ve also given you a little excerpt from each, and at the end, we’re giving away a couple of great prizes, so keep reading!
Hero: Elijah Bell Hero: Bart Rigger Heroine: Rhonda Giannetti~Favorite Cuss words:
Eli: Merde! (Shit!)
Bart: The fuck!
Rhonda: Damn. (Unless she’s looking at a sexy man, then it’s God damn, he’s sexy!)
Eli: is full of French ones! Cher or chère (dear), jolie garçon or jolie fille (pretty boy/pretty girl)
Eli: “Anything that don’t eat me first.”
Bart: “Anything but alligator sausage.”
Rhonda: “I’ll hurt someone for pecan pie.”
Eli: Libra—Requires balance in his life. He gladly gives and accepts praise, and finds pleasure in beauty in all its forms. Libra works hard, plays hard, and uses an iron first in a velvet glove to get what he wants.
Bart: Sagittarius—Friendly, generous, full of energy and enthusiasm, and passionate about sports but easily bored by dull circumstances. Has a tendency to shoot first and ask questions later.
Rhonda: Cancer—A good communicator with strong love of family and tradition, Cancer works out emotional stress through physical activities. She’s romantic, sensitive and deeply intuitive.
In other words, the perfect triad!
Hero: Christie Ryder Heroine: Etta Santos~Favorite Cuss words:
Etta: Oh, God!
Christie: Pecan pie. There is no other pie.
Etta: Chocolate caramel rolls from Café Bwe.
Christie: Taurus-Strong and solid, tactile and sensuous, they’re great lovers of sensual pleasures and music. The Taurus man is ultimately a gentleman.
Etta: Capricorn-a true earth sign. They’re very loyal friends, stubborn, and can be a bit guarded. Capricorn women don’t fall in love easily, but when they do, boy do they go down hard!
Hero: Finn Carter Heroine: Roisin ‘Rosie’ Gallagher~Favorite Cuss words:
Rosie: Shit or God fucking damn it, depending on the moment-the latter most often heard at The Bastille, the local BDSM club, in times of the most pleasurable pain. ; )
Rosie: Sir. She knows better than to call him anything else, unless they’re at Midnight Ink-the tattoo shop is her territory!
Finn: A good steak-better make it a big one and cooked rare enough that it’s still bleeding!
Rosie: The beignets at Café du Monde-food of the gods!
Finn: Leo-Larger than life, with a zest for everything, they are the ultimate in confidence, and the ultimate sensualists. Their appetites are voracious!
Rosie: Scorpio-Exotic and magnetic, intense and passionate, fearless and confident, they are the most mysterious sign—and the sexiest!
This is a fiery match!
Robin L. Rotham’s NOT SO OVER ELI
Paramedic Bart Rigger finally has the life he wants rather than the one his father dictated, thanks to hot new fiancée Rhonda Giannetti. But a whirlwind trip to New Orleans puts it all at risk when he’s forced to confront unresolved feelings for his first love, tattoo artist Elijah Bell.
Eli must have stripped off his Aerosmith shirt, jeans and sneakers in record time, because he landed on his hands and knees beside them with a little bounce, naked as they were—except for the condom he’d somehow found the time to roll on.
“Move aside, jolie garçon,” Eli said. “I got promises to keep and sexual prowess to prove.”
Rhonda pouted. “I never said you had to prove it by yourself.”
“I wasn’t plannin’ to, chère,” he fired back with a grin. “On your back, Bart, and take the lady with you.”
Bart obeyed at once, rolling over and pulling Rhonda on top of him. Straddling his hips, she pushed up from his chest and purred again as her hot, wet pussy slid against his hard-on. “Mmm, I like this.”
“I like these,” he told her, palming her breasts and stroking his thumbs over her hard nipples.
Kneeling up beside them, Eli cupped her chin and turned her head toward him. “I’m partial to this, myself.” He pressed a kiss to the little mole above Rhonda’s lip. “Been meaning to do that all night.”
Then he engaged her mouth in a lush dance of tongues while he reached down with his tattooed arm and worked her clit with his fingers, making her whimper and squirm against Bart’s cock. The spectacle ramped up Bart’s lust exponentially. Fuck, this was better than any porn video he’d ever seen.
Knowing Rhonda was close to coming, he got a good hold on her nipples and ground them between his fingers as he tugged. She surged up off him with a harsh cry, pushing into Eli’s hand as she came, and Bart just about came himself.
“You are so fucking sexy,” he growled, releasing her nipples to rub his callused palms over them.
Eli didn’t let her sink down again but kept her clamped against his chest, her knees wedged apart by Bart’s hips, as he went for the next level of her orgasm…
R.G. Alexander’s TO THE BONE
(A novella in the Bone Daddy series)
Etta Santos has one resolution–to cover up the last visible evidence of her past. When Christie Ryder, sexy musician and new owner of Midnight Ink, pursues her, he seems too good to be true. His music touches her soul, but can she risk trusting another bad boy with her heart?
“Why did you lock the door?”
She was afraid he was going to ask about that. “In case you didn’t believe me and I had to convince you.”
His smile made her knees quiver. “I don’t believe you. Convince me.”
“Wow.” Her laugh was breathless. “You really are a bad liar.”
Christie nodded and pulled her between his legs, his blue eyes dark with desire. For her. “I know. Convince me anyway, Etta. I’m begging you.”
She placed her hands hesitantly on his shoulders and, when he made no move to initiate the kiss, she leaned forward until their lips were inches apart. “You sure you don’t just want to take my word for it?”
He growled and she smiled against his lips, pressing hers against them, exploring them with the edges of her teeth and the light teasing flicks of her tongue, stopping each time before she kissed him the way he wanted her to. The way she wanted to.
“Are you trying to drive me crazy?”
She pulled back enough to look at him. “A little. Do you like it?”
His hands moved from her hips to the cheeks of her ass, squeezing. “As long as you’re not planning on stopping anytime soon, I like it.”
She wanted him to love it. “But you’re not convinced. What would it take? What do you want?”
His voice was low and gritty with restraint and sincerity. “Baby, what I want would send you running back to North Carolina with just the clothes on your back. But right now I’ll settle for a kiss.”
Her body responded to his words as if he were touching her. As if he were inside her.
“Christie,” she whispered, kissing him fully and wrapping her arms around his neck.
His kiss was just as hungry as it had been last night, but her body was already primed from the dream. Ready for more. She couldn’t think about all the reasons she shouldn’t want it. Couldn’t think about anything but touching him. Feeling him inside her.
She turned her head, gasping as their lips separated, her hand working loose the buttons of his shirt so she could touch his bare skin. “I have an idea about how to convince you, but it’s going to sound crazy.”
Christie already had his hands inside her yoga pants, slipping beneath her lace panties to squeeze her naked flesh. He groaned, open-mouthed against her cheek. “Oh yeah? I love crazy. I am all about the crazy right now. God, you feel good.”
Etta dropped her hands to her hips and pushed her pants and underwear down, stepping out of them and her flats and kicking them aside. Christie’s breath came out in a pained groan and she bit her lip. “This idea requires protection.”
“It does? Thank you, God.” Christie’s teeth were tugging at the collar of her shirt as she shrugged off her lavender jacket. He stood up just enough to reach for his wallet and flip it open one-handed so she could grab the single, foil-encased condom shoved inside.
Then he dropped the folded leather and reached for her hips again, caressing them with the rough pads of his fingers while she unbuttoned his jeans as quickly as she could.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” he murmured.
She couldn’t believe she was doing this. Couldn’t believe this wasn’t another dream. “I don’t do this,” she rasped. “I mean, this is crazy, right? I don’t usually…”
“I know, baby.” Christie dropped his hands for a minute, lifting himself up again to push his jeans past his hips before taking the foil from her hand and tearing it open. “I know.”
Her eyes dropped to his lap as he rolled the condom down over his—she bit the inside of her cheek to keep from moaning—his hard cock. It was just as long and thick as it had felt in her hands, and inside her, in the dream. Just as intimidating and tempting. Watching him sliding his hands down his own shaft was one of the sexiest things she’d ever seen.
“Etta? Still with me?” He reached for her, pulling her up until her long legs were draped over the sides of the chair and she was sitting high on his thighs.
He groaned again and pressed his lips against her ear. “I’m gonna help you convince me now, baby. But it’ll have to be quiet since I’m pretty sure the boss frowns on this sort of thing during business hours. Hard and fast and quiet.”
Eden Bradley’s DANGEROUSLY INKED
~a Dangerous Romance Series book
When the submissive he played on New Year’s Eve turns out to be his tempting tattoo artist…Finn knows Rosie may soon have him on his knees.
Aussie Dom and ultimate ‘player’ Finn Carter is in New Orleans to spend New Year’s Eve with his friend Mick at The Bastille, the city’s infamous BDSM club. A night of play with a beautiful sub leaves him wanting more…more than he’s ever imagined with any other woman. When the tattoo artist he has an appointment with turns out to be her more than his flesh may be marked forever.
Roisin ‘Rosie’ Gallagher’s past and working as a tattoo artist has taught her to be tough. Even in her scenes as a submissive she’s strong, always fighting to give herself over. Tattooing Finn may give her a thrill at being the one in command now, but as they explore the kink dynamic in private the control ceases to matter, and all that’s left is pure pleasure…and the possibility of something that could last as long as the ink on his skin.
He picked her up and flung her roughly onto the big Bohemian-style, silk-covered bed that served as her couch. He pushed her facedown into the pile of embroidered pillows, pulled her hips up and began to spank her right away. His big hands were a hard, thudding sting on her flesh. She breathed in the pain, breathed in his scent, and took it, her cheek pressed into the mattress. He smacked her harder, and harder still, until she began to squirm, to moan, only vaguely aware of the sound of his harsh breathing. She was soaking wet, needing to see him, to feel him, the pain bringing pleasure in sharp, electric jolts.
“Finn,” she gasped between smacks. “Please…”
“Please what? Please, this?”
He thrust his fingers inside her, and she came, her body shaking as pleasure roared through her like the thundering ocean that was him. He kept pumping into her as waves of her climax shuddered through her.
She was still trembling when he turned her onto her back, his body over hers. His hand went to her throat, tightening just enough that she felt his command down to her bones. His brows were drawn together over his beautiful blue eyes, their expression one of intense concentration. His mouth was loose and lush. Kissable.
“Fuck, Roisin. You are too beautiful. I can’t believe the way you submit to me. So fast. So thoroughly. Just going loose like this… Makes me want to do every dirty thing to you I’ve ever imagined.”
“Yes, do it,” she murmured, her mind dazed with her orgasm, with her submission. “Sir…”
He shook his head, some emotion flashing over his handsome features. “Makes me want to just…kiss you…”
“Oh…yes, please, Sir.”
Today we’re giving away a $25 gift card to TWO lucky commenters! Just tell us your Zodiac sign. Do you know which hero would be most compatible with you? 😀