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About jodiredford

Author of erotic romances

Safe Sex and Magical Condoms

If you’ve read any of my books, you might have noticed that I rarely leave out the mention of birth control, particularly prior to the first love scene. There are two reasons for this. One, I think it adds a necessary realism. Yeah, I know I’m creating a fantasy with my books, but when it comes to most of my characters, safe sex is something they do take into consideration before tripping the mattress fantastic. So it makes sense for them to address it. My second reason for including it is because I feel a certain responsibility when it comes to my writing. Yes, my books are meant for adult readers, but I’m fully aware that there are probably plenty of readers under the age of eighteen who read my books too. Hey, I remember sneaking my dog-eared copy of Bertrice Small’s Skye O’Malley into my tenth grade history class and trying to pass it off as research. Side note: If you’re reading this, Mrs. Hadley, that really was for research. Really.

When it comes down to it, regardless of the age of my reader, I’d like to think my characters are someone you can relate to. As women–and for those men out there reading this too–we’ve all been faced with choices when it comes to sex. Why wouldn’t these same issues pop up in our fictional worlds? Even if that world happens to be on a planet light years away from Earth, or populated with hunky werewolves. But I’m curious what y’all think. Does it matter to you if safe sex is or isn’t used by your favorite characters? Does it ruin the fantasy or draw you out of the story in any way? Inquiring minds want to know!

And because I’d be remiss in not pimping my upcoming release a bit, here’s a little teaser scene from Lover Enraptured featuring a magical condom. Because who says safe sex can’t be fun AND sexy. 😉

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If this was all that she could have of Jerrick, would it be enough?

He leaned over her, the personification of a lifetime of longing wrapped up in an achingly beautiful package. And she had her answer.

No force on Aurion would give her the strength to walk away from this moment. Away from him. Her heart, her body, they’d always belonged to him. There was no fighting her destiny. She cupped his face, stroking the beloved planes of his cheekbones with reverence.

He sipped at her lips, his thighs coaxing hers wider. “I want to feel you wet and clasping tight around me. I promise I’ll weave the sheath before I come.”

It took a moment to grasp his meaning. “You can make a magical condom?” The notion almost made her giggle.

He grinned. “One of the perks of being a Maddoc.”

His shaft furrowed along her slit, splendidly fat and rigid, and she sighed in pleasure. Well hello there, second big perk of being a Maddoc fae.

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Dirty Boxers and Musical Inspiration

You’ll probably be relieved to note that this post isn’t about dirty underwear. Although I can totally see how that might be confusing given the title up there. Nope, today it’s all about sharing a little of what inspired me for the current book I’m working on, Triple Knockout. For those familiar with The Naughty List and Checking It Twice, this is the 3rd book set in that world. Unlike those two, this one isn’t a Christmas book. But it does feature a wicked hot menage featuring two VERY sexy and dirty boxers who enjoy playing with ropes in and out of the ring. 😉 This book will be coming out the first part of next year from Samhain Publishing, but in the meantime, here’s an insider peek at my naughty inspiration:

muscle boxer shaped man with fist bandage

Finding the right music to set the stage for my dirty boxers was a pivotal part of the inspiration process. Here are just a couple of songs that ended up in the book soundtrack:

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Sexy Inspiration

Hello my lovely smutters! I’m in the middle of a crazy deadline and getting my butt in gear for RT week, so I’m recycling a post that I wrote last year. But I’m offering a contest, so hopefully that redeems me. *puppy dog eyes*

I thought I’d talk a bit today about what inspires me to write a love scene. It’d be easier to list what doesn’t inspire me to write hot sex. For those wondering, my high school algebra teacher and Steve Buscemi top that list. But let’s get back to what does go into creating those sexy times.

For me, it always starts with the characters. If I’ve done my job right, the sexual tension between the hero and heroine should be at the boiling point before the clothes start coming off. I want them to be panting with the desperate need to get  nekkid and busy between the sheets, on the kitchen table, the bathroom sink, the garden shed, the drive through at McDonalds (Would you like that orgasm supersized? Yeah, you know you do.)

So what might be some of the sexual stimuli responsible for getting my hero and heroine hot and bothered?  Sometimes it’s as simple as a touch. A teasing brush of his fingers across the heroine’s nape. Add to that maybe a certain look in his eyes. You know the one. That ‘Baby, if we weren’t standing in the lawn tractor aisle at Home Depot right now, I’d mow your turf six ways to Sunday’ sparkle in his eye. In case you didn’t know, the potent combination of lawn equipment, power tools and fertilizer fumes does lusty things to the male brain. Call it the perfect trifecta of horniness, if you will. But back to our hero and heroine. By now, she’s experiencing that delicious, shivery anticipation of more skin on skin contact with her hero. She starts imagining the glide of his fingers along more intriguing places than the nape of her neck. Maybe there are more tactile sensations involved as well. The rasp of his beard stubble across her breasts, her stomach…lower…


Yeah, right there—

Attention shoppers, all hanging geranium baskets are currently half off!

Don’t you hate it when the perky sales announcer interrupts just when things are getting good? This of course mimics what my characters frequently go through during their constant dance of seduction. Instead of dirt cheap geraniums, the culprit for nookie blocking might initially be the hero and heroine’s own stubbornness. Or maybe we’ll blame it on the pain-in-the-ass neighbor who always picks the worst time to borrow a cup of sugar.  Just you wait, pain-in-the-ass neighbor. That cup of sugar won’t mean diddly squat in chapter eight when the zombies get you.

But I digress. Back to our poor heroine. It’s safe to assume that her anticipation isn’t the only thing quivering at this point. Thanks to her lusty thoughts and the sexual cues coming from our hero, every nerve ending in her body is primed and ready. Each breath she drags in is saturated with the sultry promise of sex. She can already feel his strong, powerful body over her, inside her, and the wanton ache of needing him is both tormenting and oh so delicious.

There’s only one thought in her mind now.  You know the one. Goes something like this–Honey Buns, if we weren’t standing in the lawn tractor aisle at Home Depot right now, I’d rock your world better than a Toro 12 amp variable speed electric blower.  That’s right. With variable speed. Oooh mama.

Gratuitous shot of inappropriately placed leaf blower

The above scenario is just a brief glimpse into the process that goes into setting the mood for my characters. As you can see, inspiration can strike from unlikely sources, and what might not be immediately perceived as sexy.

So how about you? What are your sexy mood triggers? Leave a comment, and I’ll put you in the running for a $10 eGiftcard from Samhain Publishing. Because we all know nothing says sexy like ebooks. Contest closes on Midnight, Friday, April 26.  And while I have you quivering in anticipation, make sure to also check out the fun and aptly named Name Mr. Hot Stuff! contest that I’m running over on my blog.

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How do you like your threesomes?


I’ve been recently working on a new erotic romance series that will be releasing later this year, which means I’ve been up to my eyeballs in a hot threesome. Wow, that didn’t sound nearly as strange and dirty in my head as it looks on my computer screen. But you get what I’m saying. Now I’ve made it no secret I adore writing menages. The complexities of a threesome romance are a challenge I love taking on, and let’s face it, those smexy love scenes are helluva lot of fun to write. In the past I’ve been asked if I prefer writing committed menages where everyone involved gets a HEA together, or a menage where two  of the characters end up together and the third maybe gets his/her HEA in the following book. The honest truth is I love writing both kinds of menages. Completely depends on the individual characters. For instance, a committed threesome was out of the question in That Voodoo You Do.  Griff made it perfectly clear he was willing to tolerate Logan up to a certain point,  but anything beyond that, guess who would have been eating werewolf hamburgers for a month.

On the other hand, there are characters that I know from the start will be seeking a HEA together. Ry, Lacey, and Bram from The Naughty List are a perfect example. From the very beginning I knew there was only one way to write their story. Then there’s occasionally the characters who throw me for a complete loop by choosing to follow a path I didn’t originally see for them. Case in point, my upcoming book, Three Ways to Wicked. The one I’ve been up to my eyeballs in. I initially intended Three Ways to be a m/f/m pairing, but within a few pages, Ty and Gibb made it known that they were just as hot for each other as they were for my heroine, Kayla. Since I’m never one to stand in the way of two sexy men setting the bedsheets on fire however they please, I decided to write the story how they envisioned it. And I’m so glad I did, because once again, the characters were way ahead of me when it came to telling their story. Guess it pays off to listen to the characters when they’re screaming loud enough. In and out of the bedroom. 😉

So how about y’all? Do you prefer your threesomes a certain way? And just for the heck of it, here’s a super exclusive peek at an unedited scene from Three Ways to Wicked. Be warned, a bit of naughty man on man action ahead. Continue reading

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A Sneak Peek!

One of my favorite parts of writing is when I get to revisit characters that I’ve come to love in past books. Right now I’m working on edits for Lover Enraptured, the second installment of my Thieves of Aurion series. As I’ve been working on this book, I’ve been reminded all over again why Jerrick and Avily have been sitting in the back of my mind for the past few years, screaming to have their story told. I love characters who have smoking hot chemistry that they’re trying to resist. It makes their eventual downfall that much sweeter. 😉 Although this book doesn’t come out until August, I thought I’d give y’all a sneak peek with a little unedited excerpt and the ridiculously hot cover.

The knob turned and the next instant Jerrick pushed inside the cramped space of the bathroom. Avily caught his reflection in the looking glass. His stunned, sucker punched expression was almost worth donning the skimpiest dress known to womankind.


She frowned at him, ninety-nine percent certain that wasn’t so much a word he’d produced as the sound of him swallowing his tongue. “It’s okay, you can say it. I look ridiculous.”

He snapped his mouth shut and cleared his throat before attempting to speak again. “Not what I was going to say at all.”

“No? Then how would you phrase it? Stupid? Silly? Skanky? I’m sure I can come up with a few more S words if you give me a moment.”


She chuffed a humorless laugh. “Good one.” She would have tossed out another flippant comment but the heat in his eyes dried it to dust in her mouth.

He continued looking at her, really looking at her, in a way he’d never done before. As if he liked what he saw. No, craved what he saw. To the point that he wanted to sink his teeth straight into her for a leisurely meal.

Her turn to gulp. “Jer?”

The timid, uncertain quake in her voice seemed to jog him from his hypnotic fascination with her scantily clothed body. The mask of cool blandness he’d perfected over the years slipped back in place. “The dress will work out fine.”

“I don’t know. I can’t even tie it up properly.”

“Here, I’ll get it.”

Before she could protest or swat him away, he stepped behind her and gripped the laces. “Tell me if I’m doing it too tight.”

“I want it snug so I don’t fall out of the damn thing.”

“Yeah, that’d be a pity.”

She snapped her gaze to the looking glass, but his lowered profile revealed nothing regarding that crack. She opened her mouth to demand an explanation, and squeaked like she’d been goosed when he tugged on the laces without adequate warning.

Now I know how a sausage feels. Attempting to retain enough oxygen in her lungs to breathe, she sucked in her tummy. Any air trapped there apparently migrated up into her bosom because it plumped like it’d been inflated with helium. Jerrick’s motions stalled for a second, his scrutiny glued to her cleavage. Catching her suspicious squint in the looking glass, he returned his attention to the ties. His knuckles brushed her skin with each pass of the leather through the metal grommets. As he ventured closer to the top of the dress, the lessening slack of the laces meant more chances for his fingers to linger on her goose pebbled flesh. By the time he pulled the final lace ends together her knees were trembling.

Jerrick’s warm hands slid upward and rested on either side of her neck. “You’re shaking.”

“In case you didn’t notice, this dress offers less coverage that a washcloth. I’m cold.”

“No, I definitely noticed.”

She assumed he was referring to the inadequacies of her apparel, until she noticed he was staring fixedly at her nipples. The combination of her arousal and the chill in the room had stiffened the little buggers to hard points behind the crimson leather. He met her eyes again and the sultriness brewing in his irises knocked the remaining air from her diaphragm.

“Tell me touch you.” Gravel rode rough shod over his voice. “Same as you did before.”

“You’ve been touching me for the past five minutes.” Something the slickened state of her panties was all too happy to remind her of.

“You know that isn’t how you want me to touch you. How I’m dying to touch you.” His fingertips trailed over her collarbone, flirted with the upper curve of her breast.

Her eyes fluttering shut, she gave in to a wispy exhale. “Don’t you dare die before you grope me properly.”

“Good girl.” His whiskered jaw caressed the side of her face just as his hand coasted lower and cupped her breast. “That sounds suspiciously like something a dominatrix would say to her sub. Although I suspect she’d back up the reprimand with a stinging bite from her flogger.”

“Trust me, if I’d had one handy, I would have gladly cracked you across the ass.”

His smoky laugh brought new meaning to the term oral sex. Because gods knew, listening to it could trigger an orgasm. He nibbled her earlobe, each tiny nip provoking a pulsing throb through her clit. “You never know. I might enjoy it.”

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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.

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Have Yourself a Sexy Little Christmas + a giveaway!

Well here we are, Christmas Eve. Crazy, right? I don’t know about you, but I’m a terrible procrastinator when it comes to Christmas shopping. All I can say is good thing they created the internet. Otherwise there’s a 99% chance everyone on my list would be stuck with whatever I can find at the 24 hour drug store in town. Not that the 5 gallon jug of Riunite will go to waste. *cough*

If you’re a last minute shopper like me, and are unsure what to pick up for your special someone this holiday, I’ve compiled a list to help you out. And for you book lovers, I’m sweetening the deal with a giveaway. One commenter will win their choice of an ebook from my back list just by leaving a comment on whether you’ve been naughty or nice this year. I’ll be cross-checking with Santa’s list, so no trying to pull a fast one.

And now for those permanently on the naughty list, I proudly present:

Jodi’s Top 5 Sexy Gift Ideas

1) Couples massage. You can either splurge on a trip to the spa, or crank the heat up a few notches by lighting some massage candles and giving each other the sexy rub down in the comfort of your own bedroom. Don’t forget to crack that Riunite on ice, you naughty lovebirds.

2) Lingerie. I’m assuming this works best for the ladies. But gents, if you feel the need to get in touch with your feminine side, I won’t judge. Unless we’re talking pink lace and Hello Kitty. Cause really, that’s not a good look on any guy in existence.

3) Toys. No, I’m not talking Rock ‘Em Sock ‘EM Robots and Nerf guns. Though God knows those are on my list. Nope, let’s think sexier. Maybe the OhMiBod might be in order. The vibe’s intensity syncs to the music on your IPod or other playlist. So when Justin Timberlake swears he’s gonna Rock You to the break of day, he’s not just whistling Dixie.

4) Erotic Poetry. Yes, even you can be a poet who didn’t know it. With the Erotic Magnetic Poetry Kit it’s easier than ever to whisper dirty sweet nothings to each other via the fridge. Just don’t be surprised if you have hard time keeping the ice cubes from melting. Which will be completely unhelpful with keeping the Riunite chilled, unfortunately.

5) Sexy Board Games. You too can be a Bedroom Rockstar as you Entice each other in a wild game of Bedroom Baseball! Ball and bat sold separately…

And there you have it, folks. A veritable smorgasbord of sexy gifts that will make St. Nick even jollier than usual, the kinky bastard. Just don’t blame me when you start wishing Christmas came more than once a year.

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Makin’ a list, and rocking it…twice.

Perpetual good girl Lacey McGuire has two Christmas wish lists. One suitable for public consumption…and a private one that’s too hot to handle. Right at the top: wild, wicked fantasies about her best buddies and business partners Ryan Hollister and Bram Colton.

Besides the fact they’re both poster boys for Hunks ’R’ Us, they’ve been there for her through thick, thin and the heartbreak of a cheating fiancé. So what if her boys will never know they star in her sexiest daydreams? In her fantasy world, her heart will never get trampled again.

Ry and Bram are pretty sure Lacey never meant to email a list of some of her raunchiest wants. Particularly the one that tightens their shorts—she wants a threesome. With them. Although they’ve loved her for years, they made a pact to keep Lacey off limits in order to protect their friendship. Now all bets are off. And the quest to give her all she wants—and more—is on.

Warning: This book contains a wickedly hot M/F/M ménage that will heat up the holidays. Friends steaming things up in a hot tub. Bondage and blindfolds. Sexy shenanigans at a Christmas tree lot. And maybe even a glimpse of Santa…in a Speedo.

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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. Continue reading
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