OUT TODAY! Surrender to Love – Erotic BDSM Romance

Out today from Decadent Publishing:  Surrender to Love

In order to cure the dreaded creative rut she’s in, Livia ends up in Las Vegas by suggestion from her therapist. Oh and there’s a catch. Livia‘s been set up to have a one night stand with a very handsome man who promises her freedom through submission. Can she surrender to more than just passion?

By Sascha Illyvich

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Excerpt:

A rapping at the door woke Livia. She’d dreamed all sorts of interesting things during the night and the memories hadn’t faded away yet.

“Hold on a moment,” She sat up, rubbed sleep out of her eyes, and searched for her robe. The dark purple satin number she’d picked out one Christmas kept her warm and made her feel more feminine, more in tune with what she thought she should be. Sure, she had skirts and dresses, but she rarely wore those. Colorado wasn’t the place to wear anything short or flirty.

The gentle knock sounded again. She slid out of bed, covered herself with the robe, and belted it tightly around her waist. She moved the bolt, unlocked and pulled the metal chain off the hook. Opening the door revealed a man dressed in a sleek black suit. Long dark hair had been pulled back into a ponytail. His body filled out the suit jacket and made him look bigger than he probably was. A black shirt stretched across a muscular chest. Black pants hugged powerful thighs. She peered down and could almost see her reflection in his dress shoes.

He looked intimidating but smiled when he extended his hand. “Livia?”

Part of her wanted to shrink away, deny her name, and hide under the covers. She had to do this though. He was just a person. A very tall, sexy man. She swallowed, her mouth suddenly dry. “I am. Who might you be?”

“I’m Bruce. Your blind date.” Violet eyes roamed over her body and the corners of a pair of sensual lips curved up.

Heat flared, causing her to blush. She noticed the way he stared at her body, his eyes focusing on the display of ample cleavage.

“You have very lovely skin.”

The words rolled out of his mouth and over her like a soft blanket, a caress over her more intimate parts. She shuddered and took his hand. “I’m Livia. I….”

Shrugging, “This was,” he set his free hand on the back of his neck, “a little more unexpected than I planned or was told about. Shall we…?”

She had trouble believing he was nervous, too. Did men even get nervous?

“Try again?” The seductive glint in his sea blue eyes was all male. Predatory, but not frightening. How did he do that?

“Yes. Please. Come in.”

“Okay.” He released her hand.

She felt a sudden annoyance at the loss of contact. Livia backed up, turned, and glanced over her shoulder. He followed along, keeping a safe distance from her. His presence made her large room feel small. She swallowed the newly formed lump in her throat. “You have any idea how this is supposed to work? I’ve never done this before. Is it customary to—”

He stopped just inside the doorway. “Show up this early? In most cases, a one-night stand means just that. A sexual attraction between two people that happens just for the one night, usually at night. But, this was—” He cleared his throat. “Something I was told to handle with care.”

She turned to face him and put her hands on her hips. “I’m not a kid.”

“I know.” He slid his hands in his pockets. “But I owe the party requesting this favor a great deal and once they checked me out, they told me they wanted me to meet you. I figured the best thing to do was to get to know you.”

That made sense. Her shoulders relaxed. Still needing some distance, she walked over to the desk and looked out the window, down at the streets of the Strip. Not as many people milled about, but a glance at the clock told her it was early. She turned and looked at him. His size made her tremble but she wasn’t sure if it was fear or arousal that caused her to shake.

Bruce studied her, shifted his weight from one foot to the other. “You’re a very beautiful woman.”

Heat rushed up her cheeks and her eyebrows rose. She’d never heard that from anyone. “Thank you?”

“I know that moving fast with you is probably not the way to go.” The tone of his voice sounded as though he controlled the impact behind every word.

She swallowed hard. What would his hair look like if he freed it? “No. I’m….”

Before she knew it, he was on his knees before her. He reached for her hand, captured and clasped it in his. The sheer difference in size intimidated her.

Rough, calloused fingers smoothed over the top of her hand in a gentle motion. Bruce’s lips pressed against her skin.

Goose bumps appeared on her arms and a shiver raced through her. She didn’t know what to do, but she didn’t want to pull away. Her heart did a double thump against her chest.

His eyes traveled up her body, stopping briefly at the tops of her breasts. She realized then just how naked she was. The purple robe was parted enough to show her black, mid-thigh chemise with slits up the sides. It fit her curves very well. Beneath it, she wore nothing.

Bruce’s eyes met hers. She stared back into the depths of his gaze, holding it for a moment. Violet eyes smoldered with lust.

“You find me attractive?”

“I do.” He nodded.

She turned away, still holding his hand. “Oh. I suppose you have to.”

His fingers stiffened against her palm. “What does that mean?”

She spun to face him, the swish of her hair blanketing her shoulders, “It means you’re paid to seduce. I know your type!”

Bruce cleared his throat and started laughing. He slapped his knee with his free hand.

Livia yanked her hand from his and stalked back toward the desk. “See!”

Bruce rose to his full height, lowering his gaze. “No. I am a blind date, not an escort. 1Night Stand is a matchmaking service, you do know that, right?”

Livia smirked, bumped into the desk, and leaned into it. Matchmaking was the same as an adult service. Right? She was supposed to get laid, right? Wasn’t this what Dr. Gena wanted for her? Setting her hands on her hips, she stared at Bruce. “Yes but….”

“Madame Eve, the owner, is very thorough with her clients and very particular with their needs and wants. Trust me.” He reached into his suit jacket and pulled out a handkerchief, wiped his brow. Then he folded it back into a perfect square, stuffed it into his jacket, and continued. “I went through hell to use her service.”

Curious, she relaxed her posture, just a touch. “What do you mean? Why would you need a blind date or matchmaking service?”

Color filled his cheeks and tinged his fair skin with a light shade of pink. “Well.” Bruce held his hands out to his sides. “Some time back I was in a relationship that didn’t go well. I loved her, but she left me for a woman named Alexandria Rayne.”

Livia had to cover her mouth to stifle the laughter that threatened to bubble up from within. “Some woman left you for another woman? I find that hard to believe!”

He sat at edge of the bed and smiled nervously “It does seem sort of ridiculous, doesn’t it? But this woman was a powerful romance author who wove spells around her audience with her words. It seemed that even I was ensnared by her net until I realized she wanted nothing to do with me. Alexandria was selfish, she’d strung me and my girlfriend along. She broke my heart.”

She really wanted to laugh but she tried to contain her giggling.

“Go ahead, laugh!” Bruce’s voice boomed through the room.

She thought he was annoyed until she saw the corners of his full lips turn upward in a grin.

“It is a little embarrassing now, but I didn’t find it funny then. In fact, it caused me to overwork and end up in the hospital because I was pushing myself so hard—” His voice dropped. “To put her and Alexandria out of my mind. Then one day I was talking to a coworker who wanted to go out for drinks. You know, as friends.”

“I can see where this is going.” She pursed her lips together in a thin line. She crossed her arms over her chest and straightened.

“No, not entirely. I wasn’t going to sleep with her, if that’s what you think.” He leaned forward. “We went to a different type of club. She asked me to go with her and to obey her every whim.”

Livia cocked a brow, “This sounds suspicious.”

He nodded. “Yeah, it did to me too. I wasn’t sure what was up, but I hadn’t left the house or office in several months. I had a heart attack, and when I got out of the hospital, she was there waiting to pick me up. We had only seen each other outside of work that one time when she took me to the club.”

“And you didn’t question it?”

Bruce shook his head and a few strands came free of his ponytail. She realized his hair had been pulled back by a large black scunchie, not a neat rubber band like she’d thought.

“I was just glad to be alive. The next few weeks with Lilith were interesting”

He was supposed to seduce her? Livia had heard enough. “Let me guess, she taught you a valuable lesson and then you ended up being left alone by Lilith only to realize you needed yourself? Tired story. My therapist has given me that line numerous times.”

“No.” He shook his head again. “It doesn’t end quite that way. Please, let me show you what I did learn. Lilith, taught me things I’d like to share with you. Her suggestion that I approach 1Night Stand surprised me, but I’ve found them to be very thorough. Don’t worry.” He shed his suit coat and set it neatly on the bed beside him. “I’m just a single man who didn’t know what to expect. And I haven’t had a partner in a very long time.” He stood and approached her, bending down on one knee while setting his hand out before her. “Please, let me show you how to own control?”

She gasped. The words she’d wanted to take back had come to her in the form of a person. A real, live person who…she didn’t know what. Livia watched him bow his head. What was with a man who could control the entire universe, dominate her rather large space, and still make himself subservient before her?

What would cause that behavior?

Worse yet, the way he knelt before her gave her a view of very broad shoulders beneath his black T-shirt. His hair hung thickly in a loose tail that stopped just at the small of his back. His musk, so male and potent made her nostrils flare. Something tightened low in her stomach. Her thighs grew damp. “Okay. So, how does this work?”

He looked up from the floor. “I have found that freedom, true freedom comes from when the body is restrained, stimulated and—” Standing, he leaned forward, pressing his lips into hers. “Forced to let the mind and heart work in tandem.”

He brushed his lips against hers one more time, the words echoing like silk over her mind. His voice caressed her, causing pinpricks to race up her spine. Her nipples hardened beneath the satin. She tried to move back from Bruce, but the desk and his large frame trapped her.

Slowly, his mouth caressed hers then his tongue swept over her bottom lip.

She tasted his plump lips. Fresh, sandalwood, hints of rose and cinnamon swirled around her nose, knocking her senses off balance. Her mind zeroed in on the image before her, a powerful man, willing to do her bidding while focusing on her pleasure. Some part of this still confused her.

Finally, Bruce pulled back from the kiss, set his hands on either side of her body, and returned to a kneeling position.

Her head swam and she had to steady herself against his shoulders, only to find that his face was at the level of her sex. “How would you go about restraining the body and stimulating it?”

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a two bundles of dark blue rope. “Silk helps for those who are afraid of iron.”

An eyebrow rose.

“The chair, a perfect place to hold you,” he indicated with a nod of his head. “You’ll sit with your hips at the edge, legs spread. Arms tied lightly.”

“It won’t hurt?” She looked at the chair, a high-end leather and wood piece of furniture with arms that could be used to hold her hands down if he tied her to it.

“If it does, I’ll loosen the ropes. Just ask.”

That was the problem. She could trust him; she felt somewhat safe with a man who seemed to be in so much control over himself. He could easily hurt her, but she didn’t get the sense that Bruce would. It was odd, but she really found him worth at least a shot. Livia had never asked for anything in her life. She’d always done for herself or gone without. Life had been tough going without, even as her income grew. Still, she wanted things and feared asking for them.

The question jumped from the back of her mind to her lips before she could stop it. “What if I get scared?”

Bruce looked into her eyes and smiled. “You simply say Bluetooth.”

“Bluetooth?” Her eyebrows furrowed.

“Yes. That’s your safeword. If you feel scared and want me to stop, you simply say it and all play of any sort ceases.”

The thought of all things ceasing at her asking gave her a rush as did the tone of his voice. The words again seemed to wrap around her ears in a symphony of seduction that curled like smoke over her bare skin. Her pussy tightened at the thought of him touching her. Her body thrummed with arousal.

“You start by taking control of yourself. You have already done that.” Bruce set a hand on her exposed thigh.

Tingles raced up straight up her back. Anticipation at how this could turn out built like butterflies buzzing in her stomach. She wanted this man. “Okay. So what now?”

“Indulge me, so I can indulge you. Sit on the chair, rest your hands on the arms. Strip off the robe.”

Slowly, Livia moved toward the chair. She let the robe slip off before tossing it on the bed. “Here?”

Bruce blinked, looked at the chair, the window, and then back at Livia. “Well, we could move it away from the window if you’d like, but frankly if I were to look up and see you in all your naked glory, I’d want to know your name. I’d want to devour your body and share nothing but immense passion with you. I’d want to make sure I pleased you continuously, sexually and otherwise.” He stood and held the ropes in his hands.

She felt herself blush again. The rich timber of his voice did things to her insides. After the kiss, she felt empty. She wanted another taste of Bruce but didn’t know how to ask.

“Tie me up facing the window.”

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New Cover Art – Bound For Love – BDSM Romance

Out SOON – From Sizzler Editions

Edited by Sascha Illyvich - Male Dominant, female submissive stories of erotic bondage and love

BOUND FOR LOVE – Tales of Erotic Bondage and the Heart

BDSM and Romance seem to be two worlds that one never think go hand in hand.  Yet, the most intimate of acts can include bondage.  Be it physical or mental, bondage holds a certain romantic aspect for those who indulge.    Starting with an office romance turned darker by desires made known, and continuing with a mental ride, the types of bondage in this anthology showcase that true power comes not from the outside, but from within the desire to be wholly owned by someone trustworthy.  The journey of romance is one fraught with tests, even more so when you add the theme of restraint, proving that nothing more powerful than the most purist form of love can survive all the roadblocks.  The stories in this anthology take the reader on a euphoric, sometimes overwhelming journey of love and acceptance through the forms of restraint.  Starting with Gianna Simone’s tale about a police officer in need from a coworker with a dark secret, we move to PM White’s tale of a poetry slam judge and the woman who sought him through time.  Long time author Marianne LaCroix serves up a dish of humble pie when she regales us with a tale of male submission, proving that great strength comes not from gender, but from person.  Oceania tickles our tootsies with a lighthearted spy tale while Sascha Illyvich shows us the true meaning of possession.  Clarice Clique reminds us that true submission comes not from experience but from the heart, no matter what Master may say.  Cèsar Sanchez Zapata once again proves that love at your Queen’s feet can be had if you’re willing to work for it while Marge T Felcher gives us a tale about a Dominant who truly loves every inch of his beloved submissive.  Margie Church and K. B. Cutter start something beautiful in Razor, leaving us to end on a high note thanks to Genevieve Ash’s tale about a woman who finds her true place by the man she loves.  All in all, Bound for Love is sure to please both novices and Old Guard alilke!

Weekly Blog Post Roundup and Book Review!

Been a busy week for me.  First, today I’m over at Brenda and Steve’s blog doing a simple Q/A on writing, my upcoming release “Surrender to Love” and sticking around for another day or so.  Find me here

Did ya’ll see the review for The Playground that Night Owl Romance gave it?  4.5 Stars!  AND a Top Pick

The folks at Night Owl said the following:  ” It was a hot and steamy love story with two characters that loved and lost and found love again in the unlikeliest of places.”  Read the full review here

I was at Tonya Kinzer’s blog last week.  I think I even gave away a book.  But the interview/blog posts she hosted may look familiar to some of you.  Still, peep the link and comment.  I’m sure I left her plenty of things to ponder while I caused trouble.

Did you pick up your copy of The Playground yet?  It’s now available on Amazon.com

Oh I turned in the second round of edits for “Surrender to Love” and that’s looking like a Feb 7th release.  I hope ya’ll enjoy another sordid tale of sweet, sinful seduction ;)

New Release from Decadent Publishing – The Playground by Sascha Illyvich

I’m proud to announce the release of An erotic BDSM story 1Night Stand from Decadent Publishing:

Newest Release by Sascha Illyvich, erotic romance author at Decadent Publishing

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Blurb Jet setter and playboy Devon has a BDSM side he wants to make reality, the only catch is Shelly, the woman who would serve him perfectly left him years ago and is afraid of what living with him means. While in a Las Vegas casino he spots her. Using 1Night Stand, he sets her up in a park, have her bound to playground equipment with only a blindfold on…and his Dominance to hopefully teach her the meaning of true love, using the one thing he knows will capture Shelly’s attention.

Out now!

Finally, after last year’s abysmal release record (I had a lot of back office admin stuff going on!) I’ve got a new release.

Sascha Illyvich

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First Writer post of the new year!

It’s 2012, know what that means?  Officially I’m back in the office, a little later than I wanted but computer problems kept me down, then I didn’t sleep, typical bullshit.  Anyway, I’m back.  And looking forward to a great year coming up.

The Appearances page has been updated with where I’ll be though there are two cons not listed I might appear at if things work out.  I have a tendency to get my way so we’ll see.

Newest Release by Sascha Illyvich, erotic romance author at Decadent Publishing

I’m excited about my upcoming release from Decadent Publishing “The Playground” which still has a BDSM theme but I’m lightening the bondage content and going more towards DIY bondage.  The popularity of bondage stories demands I continue to write them, and since I actually LIKE them, we’re good with that!  But instead of taking the reader into a journey laced with leather and iron, I thought a more subtle approach in my bondage stories would be appreciated. Kind of a “take you there and then let you do it” approach!

There is a few Menage stories I intend to write, based on some older movies that stirred ideas I had, but we’ll see. Hell, I might even resurrect my Nights of Lust series and see if it’s got any saleability despite vampire romances being flooded.  I’ll talk more about that later. Hell I may even just share the first few chapters here to see what ya’ll think.
This year promises to be a busy one as I get back in the swing of things.  I’m excited, about upcoming releases, new romances and a new, even more productive year.  What are you waiting for, release wise?

New cover art!

If you remember my previous post about story sales, you know that I sold a story to Decadent Publishing!  The Playground (release date TBD but probably sometime in January or February of 2012) is the story I wrote detailing the exploits of a man who found his long lost love working in a Las Vegas hotel.  Using the infamous 1NightStand matchmaking service, he sets up a date with her and arranges to have her meet him on his terms at a public, semi secluded playground in a park.

He has the one chance to convince her that they should be together.  Can he?  Shelly is quite lonely and fed up with her life, but the only man who ever loved her was weird, insisting that she through away her traditional viewpoint of the world and play by his rules.  Those rules involved chains and whips and the oh so sensual tone of his commanding voice…

Well, here’s the cover art!

Newest Release by Sascha Illyvich, erotic romance author at Decadent Publishing

It’s pretty damn good!  I’m looking forward to releasing this story. On the heels of it are two more pieces I’m aiming for, thanks to the encouragement of Valerie Mann and Kate Richards.

The stories are 10k at the most though my next one might push 12k.  We’ll see.  I’m having a lot of fun rekindling the inspiration and muse through all the reading I’ve been doing, plus the editing I do for Sizzler Editions.  And new music doesn’t hurt either ;)

Paranormal Vampire Erotica

Dark Traders came out years ago from Sizzler Editions and had been my first vampire release, technically.  The other story I wrote was much shorter for a different publisher that went under as the e-book business model they were using didn’t work for them.

I was skeptical but at this point REB had been around for already seven years and turning a profit.  Dark Traders was born of the idea that when I was heavily involved in real estate investing, I started playing the What If game writers use to come up with tales.  So often we just throw out an idea and say “what if this were so and so.” Well what if Vampires controlled the stock market?  Would they be as greedy as our humans have a capacity to be?  Moreso? Less?

And if we threw a relationship in the mix, how would that affect things?

Interracial Vampire Erotica by Sascha IllyvichBuy Dark Traders

Miranda is the SEC’s sexiest and savviest investigator. But she meets her match when she is assigned to investigate the X Corp, a company founded and run by vampires. But before she can determine if the undead have violated fair trading rules on the NYSE, Jet Curtis, vampire, X Corp.’s top hit man is sent to kill her. However, once Jet sees Miranda his thoughts turn to kissing, not killing. The two make passionate love, and then, Jet turns her into a vampire like himself. Miranda disappears. Then a year later, she returns, now one of undead, with vengeance on her mind. Can she and Jet settle their differences in order to stop X Corporation from causing chaos on the stock exchange and ruining the American economy? Here is a premium blend of dark eroticism and vampiric carnality for those who like their vampires with just a dash of sex.

~Excerpt~

Bringing his cup of coffee to his lips, he slowly turned around to see who was around.

A few children, a couple, group full of tourists, so far nothing appeared out of the ordinary.

Looking at the heavy dark clouds around him, Jet felt the wind blow.  Had he any fear left, he’d be afraid right now.  There was someone definitely watching him.

Jet set his cup down and stood.  Collecting himself, he slowly walked outside of the metal gate, his eyes scanning the area to find the predator.

Cars passed on the street.  A trolley bell rang.  Seagulls hovered overhead near the wharf.

Heading towards Market, Jet passed numerous delis and bars he’d frequented as a teenager.

Where was he?

A blur moved behind him.

He kept walking until he came to Market Street.  Stepping onto the brick paved sidewalk, he passed the porno theater and the Warfield.  The blur moved beside him.

Jet’s shoulders relaxed.  It wasn’t a true professional.  It was just another new vampire fucking with his powers.

This was going to be fun.

The sun shone just over the horizon.  It would be dark soon.

Placing his hands in his pants pockets, he began whistling a tune.

The blur moved in front of him, but tripped over a large branch and fell flat on her face.

Jet couldn’t help it.  Bursting out in laughter, he looked into her eyes.  Her deep, angry, violet eyes?

His jaw dropped.  “It’s you.”  It had been a year.

Standing, the dark skinned woman steadied herself.  Her angry eyes smoldered with hatred.  Her fangs were bared.  Her hair had grown to just past her shoulders.  She wore a burgundy red poet’s shirt, black skin tight jeans, and calf high boots.

“I am your worst nightmare.”

“Oh please.  Cut the corny crap, Miranda.  We don’t really do that.”

Surprise showed on Miranda’s face.  Her lips parted.  “How did you know my name?”

Jet steadied himself, ready to fight.  His forearms tensed in his pockets.  “Because I made you.”

Miranda’s eyes opened big and wide.

Jet could clearly see the beautiful shades of violet of her eyes.  They held his attention for just a second too long before the breath had been knocked out of him.

Before Miranda could get out of reach, he grabbed her free hand and pulled her to him.  Crushing her against his chest, he reveled in the soft feel of her body against his.  Her lush breasts were full and ripe, her nipples pointed.

Seizing her mouth with his, he slid his tongue between her full lips.  She tasted oh so sweet still.  He guessed she probably would always taste sweet, not like the way he’d soured as he aged.

She struggled in his arms, pounding on his shoulders until she surrendered to the kiss.  Her hands slid up his shoulders to his face.

Nails dug into his skin, the pain a delicious reminder that he once felt both sides of pain and pleasure.  Stepping into her body, he pulled back and devoured her mouth again.  Parting her legs with one of his, he felt her grind her hips into his thigh.

Such heat.

Wow.

Breaking from their kiss, he looked at her.  “Damn, you are hot.”

Miranda scowled.  Shoving her hands against his chest, she pushed him away.  Snarling, she lowered herself to a crouching position, hands spread apart.  She cracked her knuckles.

Jet laughed.  “It won’t work.  You cannot defeat me.  I made you.”

His laughter irritated her.  “Why do you mock me?”

“Who is mocking you?  I’ve got much better plans,” he grinned wickedly.

Miranda frowned again.

Lunging towards him, Miranda fell into his arms, knocking him down onto the hard pavement with an oomph.

Laughing, Jet wrapped his arms around her frame and rolled them over onto her back.  He made a mental note to complement her on her stature.  He loved women that were above average.  Pinning her arms down, he used his considerable weight to immobilize her.  It didn’t matter that others were staring at them out of the corners of their eyes.  It had been too long since Jet felt this kind of softness beneath his body.  She would certainly slake his dry streak.

“How about we continue this back at my apartment?”

Sighing, Miranda stopped writhing beneath him.  It was obvious by the defeated look in her eyes that fighting him would prove useless.  Miranda nodded.

“Good.”  Standing, he offered her a hand.

Miranda took his hand and pulled herself to her feet.  “Where do you live?”

Her voice changed.  It became seductive and low.  His charm worked.  Good.  Of course, she’d try to kill him once they got back to his apartment.  He had to be suspicious as a hit man.

“So,” walking down the street, “who sent you?”

“What do you mean, who sent me?”

“It’s not really our nature to kill or attack others.  So, who is paying you to kill others?  Or who is paying for my death?”

Miranda shook her head.  “Nobody.  Since I woke up, I’ve had this insatiable blood lust that I cannot control.  It makes me sick to my stomach.”

“That wears off after the first week.”

“It’s not because I became the undead.  I hate the undead.”

“Oh.”  Every being has problems.  “Why?”

“They cannot be trusted.  You should know.  You made me, right?”

Her bitter tone annoyed him.  “I was sent to kill you, Miranda.”

She jumped noticeably.  Shaking it off, she continued walking with him.  “Let me guess, the second you saw me, you wanted to fuck me, right?”

“Yup.  And now I’m going to realize that dream.”

“Ever the gentleman.  Beast.”

“I’m not the one who attacked you, remember?”

Miranda shrugged.

“So, why are you coming home with me?”

Miranda didn’t say anything.  She was busy playing with strands of hair while they walked.

“Not a talker either, eh?”

“Not like you.”

“Hey, what can I say?  Beautiful women make me chatty.”

“I am most certainly not beautiful.”

Jet stopped Miranda, grabbed her by the shoulders and spun her to face him.  Pulling her to him, he bent his head down and pressed his lips to hers until they seemed to melt together.

Groaning against him, she writhed pleasurably.

His hand slid down her back, cupping her ass.  His kiss became kisses.  His groin tightened and every last drop of blood he had pooled between his thighs.  Pulling back, he ran his fingers through her hair.  “It doesn’t have to be any other way but one.”

Stepping back, Miranda ran her fingers through her hair.  Turning her nose up, she spun around on her heels and continued walking.

Jet shrugged and walked with her.  The remainder of the walk home was just as quiet.  He wondered if she was just as horny as he was or if it’d take a drink or two to loosen her nerves.

On second thought, they both could use a drink.  He needed her to talk.  X Corporation would want answers and he would be required to provide them.  It didn’t matter where he went in the world, they would find him and eradicate him.  Unless she had the right answers to help him bring down X Corporation.

Like he gave a flying fuck.

They were people.  Prey, at this point.  Right?

If that was the case, why was he so interested in Miranda’s strong dislike of vampires?

They arrived at his dingy apartment. The front door had been removed since earlier this morning.  Goddamn thugs.

Upon looking at the old brick building with heavy bars on the windows, Miranda whistled.  “Nice digs.”  Her biting tone clearly mocked him.  “You must not be all that great of an assassin.”

“I choose to live discreetly, that’s all.  Where are you living, missy?”

“The name’s Miranda, first off.  Second, where I live is none of your business.”  She punctuated each word with a poke in his chest.

“Well, Miranda.  It doesn’t matter where either of us live.  We’re here for one purpose, right?”

Drawing in a deep breath, Miranda let it out slowly.  “I guess.  I’ve just always hated the Mission district.”

Studying her soft features, Jet noticed just how light skinned Miranda was.  “You should have fit in fine with your skin color.”

Miranda sighed.  “What white folks don’t get is that amongst the blacks, we are discriminated against too.”

“I never knew.  It doesn’t matter anyway.  As a vampire, you have only one loyalty.”

Dryly, she answered.  “To myself.”

Jet nodded.  Reaching into his coat pocket, he retrieved a set of keys.  Stepping past the doorway, he led Miranda down the grimy hall with its faded yellow walls.  Cracked paint and torn wallpaper hung loosely.  Baseboards were missing.  Walls had large holes in them.

Miranda clucked her tongue.

Jet stopped abruptly.  “What?”

“Nothing.”

“You got a better place we can do this?”

“Well, what happened to spontaneity?  You know, just us, callous and cold.  On the street, fucking like dogs.  It did look that way earlier with you straddling me.”

“I didn’t see you mind or protest much.  Now come on,” he snapped.

Miranda followed him down the hallway until they reached a set of metal doors.

Pushing his way past the doors, they came to a set of stairs.

“We could have just run up them, you know.”

“Yeah, I could have.  You’d have tripped, missy.”

Miranda reached out and grabbed his shoulder.  The full weight of her fist landed against him but he didn’t flinch.  “I’ll pretend to be hurt.”

“You’re an asshole.”

“And I want to fuck yours.  What’s your point?”

“Are we there yet?”

“Just around the corner,” he pointed.

They came to another hallway, this one was painted in deep, faded shades of purple.  A torn carpet covered shoddy wood floors.  “Right there,” he directed her to the first door on their left.  “This is temporary.”

“Are they after you too?”

“They who?”  Jet pushed the door open.  Watching Miranda walk past him, he looked at her tight, round ass.  Licking his lips, he smiled.

“Whoever sent you to kill me.  They must know I’m alive still.”

“They do, but I’ve convinced them otherwise for the time being.”

“Oh?”  She spun around to face him.  Wetting her lips, she stepped towards him.

Taking her hands in his, he noted how delicate, yet strong she was compared to the way he’d held her the first time when he bit her.  It was odd that she was soft and had retained most of her human features.

“You,” he let out a breath, “are amazingly sexy.”

Pushing her into the apartment, Jet kicked the door shut.  It slammed, stirring dust.

“And you are an impatient pervert.”

“So what.”  Jet captured her mouth with his, pulled her to him.  She still smelled human, still tasted beautiful. Her velvety lips hadn’t dried out at all.  Was this what a newly made vampire felt like?  He couldn’t remember.  His own soul felt like it had been lost centuries ago.

It had been quite some time since he could consider himself a newly made vampire.

It didn’t matter.  Miranda was flush against his body, her legs wrapping around his strong hips.  Her softness brushed against his cock and he let out a moan.  Biting down on her neck, she pulled away.

“What?”

“Not again.”

“It can’t hurt you, this time.”  He grinned devilishly.

Twirling a finger down his chest, she looked him in the eyes, her lips parted slightly.  “Bullshit.  Let me bite you first.”  Her fingernail trailed over the shirt he wore.

Reaching to grasp her hand in his, Jet tilted his head to the side.

“You’re serious?”

“Indeed.”

Miranda licked her plump lips again.  Moisture glistened off her lips from the dull lighting.  Standing on tiptoes, she put her hand behind his head and pulled him to her.  Her fangs lengthened and she sunk down into his flesh.

Jet wrapped his arms around her frame, his breathing picking up.  His lungs filled with air, with her sweet scent.  His mind became clouded, his vision blurred.  Ecstasy filled his body, sending the little bit of blood he had left south.  Another moment longer and he’d be hers.

That couldn’t happen.

Still, his cock ached to fill her.  His heart screamed but he wouldn’t hear it.  Of course, his mind practically threatened with insanity if he stopped what they were doing.

A hand grabbed his ass, squeezing both cheeks.

“Miranda,” he whispered.

Chapter 3

Jet’s body blanketed hers on the rickety old bed.  Just the tiniest bit of movement made the joints creak painfully.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered against her skin.  Sliding down the length of her body, he slid off her boots and tossed them aside.  Her feet were tender, yet rough.  Inching his hands up her thighs, he felt powerful muscles constrict and release beneath his skilled fingers.

“Relax.”  His hand found the zipper and slid it slowly down.

Miranda gasped.

Pulling her jeans down inch by painful inch, her arousal hit him.  Wafting towards his ever sensitive nose made him grow harder with desire.

He dipped his head to her bare belly.  She still had a little fat that he found adorable.  Odd, that.  Hit men didn’t find things adorable.

Swirling his tongue around in circles, he licked her flesh.

Miranda squirmed.  Her hands balled into loose fists.

“When is the last time you had intimate human contact, my dear?”  His voice was low, dropping a pitch at the end of his question.

“It’s been awhile.  None have taken their time quite like you.”

“I have,” he pressed his lips lower over her belly, kissing his way towards the top of her curls.  “All the time in the world.”

“Apparently, so do I.”

Pulling her pants down her legs, he bunched them around her knees.  Spreading her legs as far apart as he could, he cupped her searing heat with the palm of his hand.  “You’re unlike any other vampire I’ve ever touched.  Why?”

Looking into his eyes, Miranda frowned.  “I am not that amaz—“

He flicked his tongue over her clit.

She squirmed, balling her fists tighter.

“That’s it,” he muttered against her pussy.  She was heat incarnate.  She couldn’t be undead.  Something had to have gone wrong.

It didn’t matter.  He had a woman with a beautiful pussy beneath him and he intended to enjoy her.

Full, moist lips parted at the touch of his fingers.  Sliding two long fingers inside of her, she jerked, arching her body towards him.

Bearing his full mouth over her pussy, he covered her entirely.

Her breath caught in her throat and she gasped, shoving her hands to his head.

Laving her pussy, his tongue swathed her outer lips, inner lips and finally slid inside the wet, pungent hole.

Crying, “Oh god damnit Jet…”

“Yes, we are,” he murmured slowly.

His words vibrated throughout her body, setting her nerves on fire.  She broke out in a visible sweat.

Jet licked his way out of her and reached her belly again.

Her hands shoved him down towards her sex.

He laughed.  “Impatient to come, Miranda?”

“What part of I haven’t had sex in over a year or more didn’t you understand.  Finish me!”

Jet smiled, baring his teeth again.

“No, not down there—oh goddess!”  Miranda writhed, her hands gripping the sides of his head and forcing him down against her hot pussy.  She came hard and fast.

Licking and sucking all of her juices, Jet slurped.

Miranda lifted her head, smirking.

“What?  I love a woman’s cunt,” he proclaimed.

“I hate that word.”

“Fine.  I’m still going to fuck you now.”  Without another word, Jet slid his hard body over her softness.  Sealing his lips over hers, he heard her clamor protests even as her hands reached for his shirt.

Her smooth hands ran over his strong shoulders, stripping away his shirt from him.  She reached for the zipper of his jeans and lowered it quickly.  Panting, her chest rising beneath his, she moved her head to the side for him to lick.

Latching onto the precious skin of her neck, Jet licked and sucked hard.

Her body writhed beneath his.  Her hands raced up his spine and her fingers got caught in the curls of his hair.  Tugging his head to her neck, she arched her hips into his.

Jet took the hint.  “God you’re demanding.”

“Just fuck me,” she commanded, shoving his pants past his hips.  Strong fingers found his shaft and gripped him tightly.

“You know what you like, don’t you?”

“Yes.  Your dick.  I wasn’t like this as a human.  It’s your fault.  Now shut up and fuck me!”

Jet didn’t hesitate.  Taking himself in hand with one powerful thrust, he was completely inside her.  Heat seared him, threatened to consume him.  Her canal was slick, wet, her folds engulfed him like flames begging for more air.  The spark between them was instant.

And scary.

Still, one thrust became another.  Mingled with her cries, Jet grunted and groaned aloud.  She was tight, hot.  Her hands roaming over his back became nails digging into his skin, hard enough to leave scratches.

Funny how vampires heal in moments compared to humans.

Rolling her hips beneath him, her cries let him hit just the right spot

A hand reached for her shoulder, another cupped her ass.  Thrusting, slamming hard into her, his balls slapped against her body, felt so good.  So natural.  No other woman, alive or undead felt this way.

It really did scare him enough to distract him after she had come a second time.

His rhythm slowed.  His strokes became longer and softer.

“What’s the matter big boy?  Can’t handle this?”

“You little shit.”

Vampires in Erotic Romance

Interracial Vampire Erotica by Sascha IllyvichVampires have been a staple in erotic fiction for the last ten years.  When Sherrilyn Kenyon said nobody was buying paranormal that was  a half truth.  The facts were that e-book authors were selling paranormal and couldn’t write it fast enough.  Thanks to e-books, some of the hottest careers have been launched (mine included!) because the authors jumped on a popular trend.

Dark Traders was a stab for me at the intro of this genre despite the fact that I’ve been known as a BDSM author, writing stories of sexy girls captured, bound and tortured sexually until they screamed their orgasms and begged to be at their masters’ feet.

I wanted something different as an author.  Again with the concept, what if vampires controlled the stock market?

Miranda Raven isn’t just any heroine.  She’s a bitter, burned vampire with a score to settle with the man who turned her.  Sexy hitman Jet.  He’d only been doing his job and his former employers discovered that not only was she still alive, but she was planning on taking down X Corp.  Something about vampires having morals.

But her only problem is that she can’t keep her fingers off Jet.

And he has no problem with that.  He’s a badass.  Think Brock Sampson from Venture Brothers. Think The Rock in any movie he’s been in where he wasn’t a chump.  Think Vin Diesel in Fast and Furious or XXX.

A real badass.

If you want more, I suggest you BUY DARK TRADERS

New Sale to Total E-bound! Paranormal Menage!

Hey Folks,

I didn’t have a post ready for this morning due to being sick all the previous weekend but today I woke up feeling less than totally devastated and sick.  I checked my email and saw a note from my editor at TEB, she accepted the revised version of the story formerly titled “Torn to Pieces”!

For anyone looking for a hot menage, the story will be going into edits soon.

Kerian’s need for a lover is great yet his time is sparse due to all the work he’s been doing to raise money for the members of his pack.  Sickness is going around and no human or traditional lupine cure can heal them. In Iolite, he finds temporary solace, even as she shares herself with another wolf.

Jackob is the alpha of a rogue pack known for being less than upstanding, yet motives have always been honorable.  In Iolite, he finds comfort and logic.

Unknown to Iolite, both wolves share a previous secret. Can they get over their past and work to find a solution for the sickness ailing wolves of the area?

If you love wolf stories, check out Bound to Her, a sexy read also out from Total E-bound.  One of my earliest paranormal romance stories for TEB, this story was originally featured in the Over the Moon anthology with five other hot erotic romance authors.  As a standalone, the story can be found on Amazon by clicking here for Kindle fans.

Excerpt here

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After the YNOT Summit and writing update!

BDSM Romance

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