The Allure of the Smuttastic

This will probably come as a shocker to anyone who has read my books, and particularly for anyone who has ever chatted with me, but my mind hasn’t always been a fantastically smutty wonderland filled with hot naked werewolves and sex swings. No, that particular odyssey didn’t take fruition until late 2009, when I wisely asked my editor if she thought I should try my hand at writing a menage. At the time, I was continuously getting beaten over the head by my muse (she’s exceptionally mean to me, let me tell ya.) with this sparkling plot bunny involving two dragon brothers and the woman they’ve been sent to collect as their sacrifice.

I’ll be honest, a menage was so far removed from anything I’d written before, it actually scared me to contemplate writing one. But there was also a part of me that loved the challenge of stepping out of my comfort zone. When my editor gave me her wholehearted approval for the idea, I jumped in with eyes wide open and no freakin’ clue of the monster I was about to create. No, I’m not talking about my dragon beasties, but the insatiable smutter hunter I would become. That’s right. Smutter hunter. Plop a fedora on my head and a dick-shaped pencil in my hand and I’ll put Indiana Jones to shame. But I digress. Once I’d unleashed that Pandora’s box of kinky delights there was no way I could shut it again. Trust me, I’ve tried. But no matter how hard I attempt to convince them otherwise, my characters keep insisting on kinking up the pages of my books. They’re insatiable, incorrigible, and a bunch of other words that start with “In” that I’m too lazy to go look up in the dictionary. But you get my drift. So this brought me to my own shocking epiphany. Is it possible that I’ve always been drawn to the smuttastic, but for whatever reason, I’d muted out my muse before that fateful book? Just. Possibly.

You see, I’ve always been one of those readers who’d get irrationally huffy if I accidentally fell across a book that presented the promise of hot times between the sheets but failed to deliver the goods. Closed door sex?!? WTF?!? I’ll say it again for proper and needlessly dramatic emphasis. W.T.F. Just like some readers investigate whether a book has sex in it before they buy, I go out of my way to ensure that it does. Hell, if I was interested in a sex free zone, I’d travel back to my twenties. Ahem. But that’s another story for another time.

So how about you, lovely readers? Do you ever get irrationally huffy when the book you’re reading falls short in the sex department? Or have you read some really excellent ones where it didn’t matter? And for those who might be wondering, that kinky dragon menage book is Light My Fire. If you’re interested in a properly smuttastic excerpt, read on for a peek into the book that started my smutter hunter journey.

Double the firepower, triple the heat…

Aiden Fortune’s orders are clear: Find the woman, claim her as a sexual sacrifice—and share her with his horndog twin brother. Distasteful as it is, the Drakoni council insists the ancient custom be honored. Or Aiden will be banished.

One glance at Dana Cooper, and Aiden is thrown into the dragon version of a tailspin. Claim her? Hell, yes, he’ll claim her. Problem is, she has no idea her father signed away her destiny at birth.

Dana has dated enough whack-a-doodles to fill an insane asylum. Two gorgeous men claiming to be dragons? Par for the course. Until they give her a tantalizing glimpse of their inner beasts, which makes her think she’s the one headed for a padded cell—for actually considering their offer of the hottest sex of her life, for life.

Her resistance melts away under the onslaught of two men who pack enough heat to set off smoke alarms in a six-block radius. Especially when she realizes she’s falling for Aiden. But with a town full of dragon hunters and an enemy lurking in the shadows, surviving a week of Aiden and Jace’s double-teaming will be the least of her problems…

Warning: Contains two smokin’ hot dragons and their not-so-unwilling sacrifice. A few wardrobe malfunctions and inappropriate use of paintbrushes. You might want to have your local fire department on speed dial.


She’d sensed the beast lurking within Aiden, but he’d always kept it in check. This time the dragon would not be denied and made its presence known. She felt its dominance, its mastery, in the hands holding her hostage. In the tongue plundering her mouth. And she loved it.

Dear God, how she loved it.

Writhing against Aiden, she bit at his bottom lip, a strange desperation clawing at her to please both man and beast. He groaned, and giddy triumph raced through her. Their tongues rasped together, a marked contrast to the soft flicker Jace was employing on her nipple. Friction taunted every pleasure point in her body. Even Aiden’s thigh and the crotch of her jeans did their part to add to the torment, forcing her damp panties to ride against her clit, making her squirm.

Emboldened by the fever lust rocketing through her veins, she groped around blindly until she encountered their rock-hard erections. She stroked the velvet-sheathed steel of the twin shafts, earning a guttural groan from Aiden and Jace. Her fingertips swirled over the silky heads of their cocks and encountered the pre-come weeping from both slits. Taking advantage of the natural lubricant, she slicked up and down their lengths, pumping faster. Almost in unison, they clamped onto her wrists, halting her. She groaned in frustration.

“Patience, baby.” Ducking his head, Jace traced the bow of her mouth with his tongue. “I want to watch my brother sink balls-deep into your sweet pussy while you suck me.”

Aiden’s harsh inhale ruffled her hair and she felt the rapid thud of his heartbeat against her shoulder blade. Both were strong indications that he not only liked Jace’s suggestion, he was fully on board with making it happen. But was she?

Her clit throbbed in anticipation. Guess that answers that question. Reluctantly, she released their cocks. “I—” She struggled to moisten her suddenly dry mouth. “I want that too.”

Jace’s eyes darkened and Aiden’s heartbeat pounded faster against her skin. She reached for the button on her jeans but Jace brushed her clumsy fingers aside. His tongue parted her lips, delving inside while he freed the button and eased her jeans down her hips. She scooted onto her rump so he could remove her tennis shoes and pull her pants the rest of the way off. Aiden leaned over her. Feathering a lock of her hair aside, he kissed her with exquisite tenderness as Jace slowly dragged her panties down her legs. Jace’s finger dipped inside her and she gasped, arching her back.

“So wet and tight.” Jace crooked his finger, hitting her G spot while his thumb brushed over her swollen clit. A strangled cry lodged in her throat and she clutched frantically at Aiden’s bulging biceps. Lifting his head, Aiden revealed a face flushed dark with determination and passion. A muscle twitching in his jaw, he glanced at Jace. Without verbalizing a single word, Jace ducked beneath the edge of the sleeping bag and picked up a small foil packet. He flipped it toward Aiden.

She stared at the condom wrapper before glaring at Jace. “Presumptuous much?”

He hitched his shoulder with a chuckle. “More like hopeful.” Grasping her hands, he helped her up, not quite distracting her from the sound of foil ripping behind her. She imagined Aiden smoothing the condom over his cock. Imagined that thick cock sliding deep inside her pulsing core. Her breath quickened.

Jace sat back on his haunches and stroked his erection, reminding her that he was the proud owner of a very nice package of his own. She licked her lips.

“Sweetness, you giving me a preview of what you can do with that tongue?”

She gave a coquettish bat of her lashes. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“Fuck yeah.” He leaned forward and nibbled her bottom lip. She paid him back by capturing his tongue and sucking it between her teeth, providing a mock demonstration of what she had in store for him. A drawn-out moan that was too sexy for words shuddered from Jace. They broke the kiss and he stared at her. “Damn.”

Poking a finger in the center of one of Jace’s sculpted pecs, she scooted him backwards. “I need a little working room here, fella.”

He happily complied and she dropped onto all fours. For a moment she suffered a bout of self-consciousness about giving Aiden a bird’s-eye view of her generously proportioned butt. Oh, hell with it. Pushing her female insecurities aside, she contemplated the gorgeous cock bobbing in front of her face. Using only the tip of her tongue, she traced the prominent vein running along the underside of his shaft. Aiden had seemed to really like it when she did that to him, so odds were good that Jace would too. Reaching the mushroom-shaped cap, she delicately licked the glistening drop pearling from the slit. Jace’s abdomen quivered and tensed.

Oh yeah, he most definitely liked it.

She took Jace all the way into her mouth, the fat knob of his dick hitting the back of her throat just as Aiden eased two fingers into her. The sensation was so unexpected and breathtakingly good that she inhaled hard and almost choked on Jace.

“You okay, sweetness?”

She barely registered Jace’s concerned tone. Closing her eyes, she concentrated on the fingers stretching her open, making her ready. Wet, succulent noises came from her pussy, verifying that she was more than ready for everything Aiden had to give her. She pushed backward, mindlessly riding his hand, wishing it was the thickness of his cock filling her instead. Sliding her mouth off Jace, she sent Aiden a desperate stare over her shoulder. “Please. I—I need you to—” She swallowed, trying to focus, trying to shove the words past her lips. “To take me. Now.”

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7 thoughts on “The Allure of the Smuttastic

  1. If I read a review where the reviewer complains there is too much sex in the book, I’m more likely to buy it. LOL! I do enjoy books with closed door scenes occasionally, but I have to know that going into the book. If I’m reading and expecting a sex scene and there isn’t one, I’m unreasonably annoyed.


    • jodiredford

      A thousand times YES!!! To be fair, I’ve read a few books with little or no sex and I’ve absolutely enjoyed them. But I knew going in what to expect. On the other hand, if the blurb leads me to believe there will be hot times ahoy and there’s not…I’ll be a cranky crabby pants.


  2. sounds like a wonderful story, i can’t wait to read the rest of it and see what happens next.

    tammy ramey


  3. Laurie P

    Wow, that sounds fantastic! Now I really want to read it! And I’m following this blog for a reason, yep, I’m a smutter at heart too!
    goaliemom0049 (at)


  4. Marci

    Hot dragon 3 some?? Yes please!!


  5. This is one of my favorite books from Jodi. It is hot, sexy and, well lets be fair, totaly yummy to read. For those who are not afraid of reading hot kinky sex with shape shifters, specifically Dragon shape shifters, I totaly recommend this book.


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