69 Shades of Black Friday

Hi everyone! I’m Jodi Redford, and I’m a brand spankin’ new contributor at 69 Shades of Smut. Now I’ll admit I’m taking a bit of liberty here, talking about Black Friday the day after the fact. But seeing how I’m still suspended in a turkey-induced L-Tryptophan coma, I’m just going to pretend it’s Friday instead of Saturday. I’ll be the first to admit that the only way I’ll brave the crowds on Black Friday is if they’re giving away gold bricks and possibly a Ferrari. Seeing how I haven’t come across that deal yet, I thought it’d be fun to come up with a top 6 Kinky Black Friday Deals, 69 Shades style.

So in no particular order, I present:

1) Buy one, get six free vibrator set. Because every woman should have a different BOB for each day of the week.

2) Buy one bottle of flavored massage oil and get your own personal masseur who bears an uncanny resemblance to Joe Manganiello and has an aversion to wearing clothes.

3) Buy one tube of lubricant and get six gallons free. Sure, might seem like overkill at first. But you’ll thank me the next time you break out the Slip ‘N Slide.

4) Buy one pair of crotchless panties and get a free, super warm fuzzy coat. You’re going to need it when it’s minus zero and you’re prancing around in those crotchless panties.

5) Buy one pair of velvet-lined handcuffs and get a hot cop who’s good with his “baton”.

6) Buy one naughty maid costume and get a hunky man servant who vacuums, cooks, does the laundry and cleans the bathrooms. Naked.

In the spirit of keeping things kinky, I’d be a major failure of an author if I failed to pimp out my upcoming release, Checking It Twice. No hunky cops or man servants in this one, but there is an extremely naughty Nick and a sex swing.



’Tis the season for double seduction.

The only item on Jana Colton’s Christmas list this year is Kevin Monahan. Preferably naked in her bed. The delicious, hunky chef has been resisting her forever, but she’s pulling out all the sexy stops this holiday. Especially since his acceptance of an out-of-state job threatens to nix her quest to rock his boxers off.

Jana has always been Kevin’s personal Kryptonite, but giving in to her isn’t an option. Relationships are a four-letter word in his book. He cares far too much for Jana to let his emotional baggage ultimately break her heart.

With the arrival of his best friend, Nick Pappas, the balance of temptation shifts. From their past history of sharing women, Nick knows every dirty trick it takes to lead Kevin astray, and he’s not afraid to use them. Particularly since Nick’s convinced that Jana is exactly what Kevin needs to be happy and whole.

Their game of seduction quickly snowballs into something that feels an awful lot like love—in triplicate. But with Kevin dead set on leaving Michigan, there’s a real possibility it could be a blue Christmas for them all.

Warning: This book contains an extremely tormented voyeur, a very naughty and not so saintly Nick, a liberal application of candy cane-flavored body paint, a buzzing butterfly, and enough raunchy fun on a sex swing to melt a snowman…or two.

“Redford follows The Naughty List with a contemporary erotic ménage romance full of red-hot love scenes that punctuate a compelling story…”
Publishers Weekly


Nick shifted his position, his free hand grasping Jana’s nape seconds before his mouth covered hers in a devouring kiss that was far wickeder than the one Kevin had walked in on three days ago. He’d witnessed Nick in action too many times to count and was no stranger to the power of his seduction. Even so, those past instances were a pale shadow of the raw, animalistic hunger inherent in Nick’s performance now.
He knew without any doubt Nick was seducing him as equally as he was Jana. The son of a bitch knew his weaknesses. Knew how to fucking get him. Much as it infuriated Kevin, he couldn’t do a damn thing about it.
Temptation a hypnotic siren in his head, Kevin unconsciously took a halting step forward, his gut tensing. As if he’d sensed Kevin’s approach, Nick coasted his hand down Jana’s rib cage and caressed her hip before disappearing beneath her skirt. A moment later, he awarded Kevin with a tantalizing flash of Jana’s bare butt cheek.
Lust nailing him square in the groin, Kevin hissed in a breath. Just like the other night, she was bare-ass naked under the skirt.
Nick released Jana but kept her close, his palm brushing her waist. He gazed directly at Kevin, the intent in his eyes a silent demand. Play time.
Kevin swallowed, the unbreakable chain of his addiction shackling him tight. He took several more stiff-legged steps until he was standing in front of the two individuals responsible for annihilating his defenses. Jana’s breath hitched in uneven gasps. “K-Kevin…” Clouds of worry mingled with the desire dilating her pupils.
As if he’d intuited her hesitation, Nick massaged her shoulder before lightly kissing her temple. The look he offered Kevin was substantially less soothing. “She didn’t know what my plans were tonight. If you’re going to be pissed at anyone for what’s about to go down, make it me.”
He clenched his jaw. “What makes you think anything is about to happen?”
“Because I know you. And you better fucking believe I know myself. This is who we are. A big part of what makes us tick and fulfills us. I’m not going to deny that part of myself. You damn well shouldn’t either.”
His muscles tensed and rigid, he watched as Nick sipped at Jana’s lips again before murmuring to her softly and taking her hand. Her mouth trembling, she gave him one last pleading stare and turned to follow Nick. They headed toward the wrought-iron stairway leading to the upper level, and Kevin cursed under his breath. The motherfucker must have reserved one of the private rooms. Of course he did. There was no way in hell Nick would have risked a thirty-minute drive that might have granted Kevin a shot at cooling off.
Like a cornered beast, he tracked their journey as they ascended the stairs. Nick’s palm slid beneath Jana’s skirt again, providing a longer and even more mouthwatering view of her delectable, heart-shaped ass. Liquid lust boiled inside Kevin, disintegrating his willpower. No force on earth would save him now. Balling his fists in rigid defeat, he stalked after them.
They reached the landing, and Nick glanced back at him, not bothering to hide the relief and approval evident on his face. “They gave us room 208.”
Kevin gestured toward the hall ahead of them, and Nick led Jana in that direction. Once they reached the right door, Kevin slid his member card into the slot and twisted the handle. He stepped into the room first and scanned its interior. Far as rooms at Arabesque went, it was one of the tamer ones. A four-poster bed with black satin sheets that were regularly replaced with each new occupant. Varying padded cushions in different shapes stacked to one side on the floor, all used for helping maintain certain sexual positions. A table occupied the opposite corner, its surface holding a gamut of unused plugs, vibrators, lubes and condoms. You name it, the club had you covered. The only major concession to kink was the sex swing hooked to a spring over the bed. Kevin couldn’t take his damn eyes off it. At least not until Jana and Nick stepped into his line of vision.
Jana gnawed her lip. “Can I just remind you that I’m the only one in this room who’s never been in a situation like this before? I’m kind of lost here.”
Nick hugged her in reassurance. “There’s no reason to be nervous.”
“Easy for you to say.”
Brushing his lips over hers, Nick halted her troubled words. His hands drifted to her breasts. Circling his thumbs over her nipples, he broke their kiss to watch the motion of his fingers. “Are you wearing my present?”
“Good girl. Do you think we should show Kev?”
Breath hitching in her throat, Jana nodded.
“I do too.” Nick pinched the ends of the bow securing Jana’s top. Giving a tug, he carefully freed the satin ribbon.
Kevin’s heart raced at the excruciatingly slow unveiling. Finally the fabric gave, and the soft fullness of Jana’s breasts inched the top open. Nick slid the garment from Jana’s arms and let it drop to the carpet. Like a moth drawn to flame, Kevin zeroed in on the small silver hoops and dangling beads decorating her nipples. His mouth went a thousand degrees of dry. “Sweet Jesus.”
“No. Sweet Jana.” Giving a hum of approval, Nick gently tugged the tiny beads, making her nipples tighten. “I knew these would look fantastic on you. Are you wearing the rest of what I gave you?”
Kevin gulped. There was more? He was never going to fucking survive this.


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2 thoughts on “69 Shades of Black Friday

  1. Damn, I like those deals. Where do I purchase them?


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