Julian's Sins Release!

Yes, Julian’s Sins (formerly known as FrankenDom) is out today, in both ebook and print formats!

I'm hosting a contest today over at Smutketeers and giving away a couple of gift cards, so hurry on over!

Julian's Sins Blurb: A brilliant woman, a couple of mad scientists, and an erotic experiment with shocking results…

Vascular surgeon Dr. Rachel McBride knows she’d be insane to pass up the chance to work on Julian Kilmartin’s cutting-edge research project. The reclusive neurologist has been the object of her submissive daydreams since residency, and time and distance have only strengthened the dark compulsion.

To complicate matters, a former lover who was all too aware of her attraction to Julian is also on the team. Charmingly obnoxious Dr. Colin Carter was Julian’s protégé back in the day, and nothing appears to have changed…or has it? There’s an earnestness to Colin now, an urgency she’s never before seen in him.

When she accepts the offer and travels to Eastern Europe, Rachel discovers that research is only part of her job description—and her total submission is only the beginning of the sexual excesses Julian and Colin will demand from her.

This book has been previously published under a different title.

Warning: You should assume any Robin L. Rotham book contains BDSM elements, anal play, and every possible ménage à trois permutation. Additionally, FrankenDom contains real dungeons, whips, chains, spanking, a variety of taboo fantasies, mild puppy play, electrical devices in uncomfortable places, humor, and an intimidating ratio of sadists to masochists.

NC-17 Excerpt: For the first time, Colin and I dropped into bed together and simply slept. I awoke sometime in the middle of the night to the feel of cool, familiar hands sliding over my spread thighs. Julian.

“Forgive me, my dear,” he murmured, kneeling over me in the dark. “I need you too badly to wait another moment.”

Still half-asleep and aware only of my endless love and yearning for him, I welcomed him, pulling at his shoulders as he set the head of his cock against my body’s sleep-warmed opening. I wasn’t the least bit aroused yet, and I gasped in discomfort when he pushed partway in.

He swore and then pulled out slowly. “I’m sorry, that was poorly done of me. I assumed you’d still be wet.”

“We were too pooped to party,” Colin mumbled from the pillow beside me.

Julian leaned over me, breathing roughly, his chest squashing my right breast as he fumbled in the side drawer. Apparently finding what he sought, he pushed away from me and I heard a snap and the unmistakable sound of flesh being lubed.

Then his fingers slid into me, spreading the slick moisture into every crevice. “Beautiful little cunt,” Julian whispered. “So hot and tight and mine.”

His crude praise incited a surge of my own natural lubricant and I reached for him again, suddenly unable to wait myself. He fell on me at once, sliding his forearms under my shoulders as he shoved deep, and then deeper. God, he was thick. I could feel every inch of him throbbing inside me—or was that me throbbing? The fit was so tight, it was hard to tell.

Julian kissed me then, a long, deep, inquisitive greeting that felt so long overdue, I nearly cried. When he rolled to his back, taking me up on top without breaking the kiss or slipping out, I gasped against his mouth. Both of his hands immediately roved down to my butt and his fingers zeroed in on the place where our bodies were joined.

“Mmmm,” he hummed into my mouth.

I hummed back and kissed him hungrily, squeezing my internal muscles on his restless cock. God, I loved being on top for a change. I was vaguely conscious of Colin moving on the bed and the snap of the lube lid, but it didn’t dawn on me what was about to happen until he spread my butt cheeks wider with one hand and slid the cold, slick fingers of the other into my anus.

Fear and excitement churned through me.

Raising my head, I said, “Um, Colin…”

“I told you we’d do this to you, Rachel,” he said, thrusting inside me in a way that told me this was the only warm-up I was getting. “We’re doing it now.”

I swallowed hard, wishing the light were on so I could see but kind of glad it wasn’t so they couldn’t see me. “Okay.”

Julian groaned deeply. “That’s my good little slut.” Then he clamped his fingers on my cheeks and pulled them wide. “Now means now, Colin. In. I need to feel you.”

There was no hesitation when Colin shifted and put his cock against me. He forged deep on the first thrust and stretched out over me with a groan, pressing his lips against the top of my spine as he pressed me into Julian. Breathless, overfilled and insanely aroused, I felt his arms and Julian’s come down by my sides. I reached down, too, and found their hands linked.

A tidal wave of emotion rolled over me. Love. And fear. They loved each other so much. What did it mean to me? Why did I feel like they’d be together long after I moved on?

“Fuck me,” I gasped, desperate to move away from this state of suspension. “Do it.”

Colin started moving at once and Julian and I both groaned. It felt sooooo good.

Julian’s thighs shifted behind me and his hands grabbed my butt again, holding me in place as he thrust up hard, making me cry out. He did it again and again, in a rhythm that seemed completely unrelated to Colin’s. It was like they were both looking out for number one, like I was nothing more than an inanimate object for them both to get off in.

The idea drove me wild, as did the unpredictability of the stimulation. I couldn’t slip into any sort of internal rhythm with them jarring me haphazardly. Thrilled and frustrated, I tried to move too, but Julian forced my hips down against him and fucked me harder, driving into me like he had only seconds to reach orgasm.

“Don’t move,” he gasped. “You take what we give you.”

I raked my nails up his ribs. Hard.