1Night Out on Madame Eve! 1Night Stand Birthday!

1Night Stand is having a birthday AND a giveaway for readers of the popular Decadent Publishing series!  Yes, this means free swag, and more!

Grand prize is a $25 Fandango gift card plus 5 1NS titles of the winner’s choice

2nd prize is a paperback from the vault plus swag
3rd is a 1NS ebook (several winners).
I have three books with them, which can be seen below!

Cover for Menage Bound, my newest 1NS from Decadent Publishing 

Siddella, a tired corporate executive needs a break from the hectic work life she leads. Overstressed, she wouldn’t mind if that break came in the form of two hunky dominant males that cater to dark fantasies involving bondage of both the mind and body.

Jason and Chase have yearned for a woman who fit into their relationship. She’d be sexy, confident, self-reliant and kinky? Damn right she would be. But her most prized possession would her acceptance of them as individuals and a couple.

When all three are separately given 1Night Stand cards, they realize the chance of a lifetime. Are they ultimately ménage bound?

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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?

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The Playground

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.

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And be sure to look for my upcoming release Paula’s Craving, out soon from Decadent Publishing!

Surrender to Love – a short blog update

Livia’s guest post on Heather Long’s blog gave us some insight into the mind of the female dominant, basically from a lessons’ learned perspective and was  a lot of fun to see, wasn’t it?  I hope I’ve converted a few new readers!  You’re going to be seeing a lot more of Livia, Bruce, Siddella and others from my Decadent books online as we start off an unofficial blog tour over the coming months.

I’m looking forward to sharing with you all!

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Dark Knight – a 1NS submission

Hey Folks,

I’m coming off an editing project by one of our new, talented Sizzler Editions Authors and wanted to share the latest for those following along with my author career.

As many of you know, about two weeks ago, I finished “Dark Knight” as an intended submission for Decadent Publishing.  I’d had some success with my earlier 1NS books, talked things over with the agent of awesome, Saritza and then decided to give them a few more.  So, here’s the plot:

Best Selling Romance Novelist Mark Knight is stuck, and tired.  The rut he’s been in has hindered his creativity over the last few weeks such to the point that he’s behind deadline (aren’t we all?) and unable to really find his muse for the next book in a series.  That is, until his friend Jason (You’ll recognize him and Siddella from Menage Bound)

Katherine “Katie” Harpner is recently divorced, tired, stressed and in need of a drastic change.  Her friend convinces her that the 1NS service can grant her every fantasy, including a special one involving Fiji, meeting a stranger and giving her a chance.

When the two meet…

Let’s just say Katie giggles a lot.  Sexy giggles.

I hope this story does what I want it to, for the muse I wrote it for.  And I hope the folks at Decadent Publishing enjoy it enough to publish it.  I’m still waiting to hear back on Paula’s Craving, so hopefully I’ll have those two plus a third once I write another 1NS later this Spring.

Oh, in case it’s not obvious, I’m VERY fond of curvy women.  Just like Mark Knight.  Perhaps…a tiny sneak peak.

 

He made his way back into the kitchen.  Looking at the time he realized he needed a drink.  Madam Eve promised Scotch, a few bottles of wine, juice, water and of course food.  Once he’d poured his first drink, Mark brought the glass to his lips and started to take a sip when he heard a soft click.  The door opened.

As Mark started to sip, the most gorgeous woman walked through the door.

He stood, half sip in hand, staring at her.

“Hi.  You must be Mark.”  She stepped in, gently shut the door behind her and looked at him.

“Either that’s really good scotch or you’ve never seen a woman before.”

The haze he’d been in shook off and Mark swallowed the gulp of whiskey he’d just taken, coughing from the burn down his throat.  “No,” he poured a glass of water, took a drink, then set the glass down.  “Just not used to seeing a truly beautiful woman walk through the door.”

He swore he saw round cheeks turning red.

Dark brown hair fell around her face, framing it and giving it a fullness that reminded him of the moon.  Vibrant, perfect.

She had to have some Indian in her if he had to guess.  Smooth skin bared and showed cleavage that hardened him instantly.  Her tight fitting jeans hugged luscious curves and showed off firm legs he hoped would wrap around him later this evening.

The most intriguing feature of her though, remained her eyes.  Sparkling green emeralds, wide with…an emotion he couldn’t name, blazed brightly in her face.  Hell, her perfect mouth had his cock standing at attention but he couldn’t tear himself away from her eyes.

“You’re either using that as your pickup line or…”  She stepped forward. “I’m sorry, it’s been a long flight.”

He nodded and watched her with predatory precision.

Jerky movements became smoother as she made her way toward the kitchen.

“I’m Mark.  How about I pour you a drink.  Then we can sit and relax.  This is…a little unorthodox for both of us.”

She nodded, dropped her suitcase by the couch and made her way to the bar stool across the counter from him.  “I’m Katherine—Katie though.”

“Pleased to make your acquaintance Katie.”  He hated how ‘fake’ he sounded just then.

She must have picked up on his thoughts because she giggled.

Music to his ears.  This woman could be…

No.  It couldn’t be that simple.  Nothing ever was for a writer.

He shook off the thought, extended his hand like he had manners and waited.

“I’d love a drink,” she reached across the marble counter, gripped his hand in hers.

A firm, yet feminine handshake greeted his, made his cock harden even more.

She ran fingers over her ear, brushing back strands of hair he imagined had to be silken smooth.  Hell, it looked perfect, framing her face, softening her features.  It also drew attention to her lips.

Perfect lips, her moth a veritable dessert all its own if he had to guess.  Which, he hoped to taste shortly.

“Mark?”

The roughness in her voice reminded him of honey, slow, dripping over a woman’s body while he licked it up and devoured her, enjoying the sounds of her need in every breath.

He again forced himself to focus.  This was a match making service.  They needed to establish if they even had anything in common, and a drink was the ultimate icebreaker.  “Scotch?  Or do you have a preference?  We’ve been fully stocked.”

Playlist for my new erotic 1NS – Paula’s Craving

Most of you know I write to music and that influences the direction/tone of the story.  With my new 1NS, tentatively titled Paula’s Craving, this couldn’t be any more true.

The story gist I’m still working out, but my Street Team has seen a few excerpts but the premise is still to be laid out fully.

Due to changes  in health, I’m making changes in my writing habit, so this may take a little longer. In the meantime, here’s the back story:

Paula couldn’t believe her luck when she contacted the 1Night Stand service and was set up with her old high school crush!  Yet, after a weekend of rousing passion, Ryan disappears., making her wonder hat happened.  When she returns Vegas to take time off, she’s convinced by a stranger (not to my longtime readers!) that she should pursue this crush if he’s really worth it.

Ryan’s astounded when he runs into the one woman in his world he never  thought he’d see again after high school, yet he feels he’s so damaged that the only thing he can do is give in to his primal desires, sate her the best he can and then slip away in the night.  Only,  when he returns to Vegas for work, he runs into a familiar (to longtime readers) face who points out that he needs to either pursue his crush or let her go for her sake.  When he contacts the 1Night Stand service, he swears he’s going to let Paula go.

But Madame Eve’s magic works in mysterious ways.  Will the two lovers reunite and learn to move forward together?

The story has a more feminine feel to it due to the history behind it and my heroine’s desire to save  the hero from his own demons.  WIth that, the playlist can easily be divided into Paula’s songs, and Ryan’s songs.

Paula’s Songs:

  1. Paper Waves – The Gathering
  2. Meltdown – The Gathering
  3. Stately Lover – Lacuna Coil
  4. Heroes for Ghosts –  The Gathering
  5. Iolite – Claire Voyant
  6. Amity – The Gathering
  7. The May Song – The Gathering
  8. Reverie – Lacuna Coil
  9. Veins of Glass – Lacuna Coil

Ryan’s Songs

  1. Concealing Fate Part 2 – Deception –  TesseracT
  2. Concealing Fate Part 3 – The Impossible  – TesseracT
  3. Concealing Fate Part 4 – Perfection- TesseracT
  4. Concealing Fate Part 5  – Epiphany – TesseracT
  5. Monsters – The Gathering
  6. It’s all Good – Cold
  7. Sick of Man – Cold

As you can see it’s remiss of my usual death and speed metal but the story itself is being written differently.  More on the history in another post…

In the meantime,  on with the holiday celebration!  A Christmas Favour

“This is a lovely story of a star-crossed couple who have trouble making decisions that will lead to their ultimate happiness. Set against the backdrop of Christmas, it is a story of love, loss, heartbreak, and happiness. I had never read anything by Sascha Illyvich prior to this novel, but will definitely be adding more of his work to my TBR list!
”  – Barbara Hunt Alexander, a reader!

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Cocktails and Books Reviews Menage Bound

Cover for Menage Bound, a romantic bdsm tale of an impending threesome

So far the hype is good!

Madame Eve is at it again, this time finding the right woman for a pair of dominate males.

Siddella is in Vegas for business but longs to find the right pair of men who will help her live out her fantasies.  Chase and Jason are also in Vegas for business, but looking for the one woman who will accept them for who they are and love them together.  When they couldn’t find what they were looking for themselves, they enlisted the help of Madame Eve and her 1NightStand service.

I’d love to know what is in Madame Eve’s questionnaire because she has the innate ability to make couples who might sign up for one night but end up with so much more.

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Read an excerpt below

Grabbing her purse, Siddella pulled out her wallet and slid her ID and a credit card into a back pocket along with the room key.  She hoped it wouldn’t be needed later.

Tossing the bag on the bed, she walked towards the door and stopped in front of the mirror.  She did a complete 360 turn, admiring her curves and the casual yet seductive look she hoped she pulled off.

Then, out the door she went.

Scanning the dense crowd, Siddella spotted two very tall, very handsome gentlemen waiting at a table, cigars in hand.

One stood casually, leaning forward, his broad shoulders filling the space between him and the other man.  Short dark hair curled in a neat cut.   Tanned skin suggested a Latino heritage.  The suit he wore seemed to leave nothing to the imagination and the boots completed the look.

She swore she came right there at the sight of him.

His partner leaned back and looked somewhat tense but he wore it well.  Long blonde hair cascaded down over an equally impressive physique though he appeared to be somewhat smaller in stature.

Sea blue eyes sparkled with mischief.

Neither had seen her yet.  Good.

She could still back out.

Her nipples pocked beneath the shirt and forced the urge to cover up to the front of her mind.

Mentally, she slapped herself.  This could be it.

She swallowed the lump in her throat and strode towards the two men.  Cigar smoke hung over their heads, sweetening the stale Vegas air.

“Hi.”

The one with his back turned to her spun around and locked gazes with her.

The blonde’s eyes pinned her in place.  “Hi.  You must be…”

Her tongue snaked out and wet her bottom lip.  The cool air with which both men carried themselves hung in the air like a prominent force.

Power emanated from the blonde.  Control, from the dark haired male.

Realization hit her.

These two were the real deal.

Her mouth suddenly went dry.

Dark haired man extended an arm, slid a chair out from beneath the table.  “You should sit with us.  My name is Jason.  This,” he waved a hand at his partner, “is Chase.”

“I’m Siddella,’ Heat crept up her cheeks.  She had to look up to see how tall both men were even though they sat and commanded their surroundings, rather than the other way around.  She slid into the chair and set her hands on the table.  Jason’s eyes gleamed with intense lust, black eyelashes fluttered against his cheeks.

Chase’s silk shirt complimented the depth of color in his eyes while offsetting the tone of his fair skin.  She liked the look, it soothed her knowing someone else had fair skin like hers.

A waitress came over with two bourbons.  “What will the lady be having?”

“Scotch.”  Siddella couldn’t quite find her voice.

“Very well ma’am.  Neat?”

Two sets of eyes roamed over her body, flustering her further.  Her blood began to boil with arousal.  Liquid flooded her core.  “Yes.  Eighteen year if you have it.”

“Of course.” She trotted away, but not before eyeing the two sitting with Siddella.

“So, Madame Eve’s quite a woman,” Chase spoke first, waving his cigar back.

A brow arched.  “Madame Eve?”

“Yes, she’s the one who picked the three of us for this.”

“Hm,” Siddella received her drink a moment later, picked it up and lifted it in toast, “So she’s responsible for…”

“Exactly,” Jason leaned in.  “She’s a wise woman I understand.  Even if she’s a little…unique.”

Nodding, Siddella took a sip of her scotch.  “I had no idea this service was run by a woman.”

“I’m somewhat familiar with the man who owns this hotel and he tells me in little bits here and there about 1Night Stand.  Not much to say really.  We did the paperwork, submitted it and here we are, a few hours later.”

She whistled, “That was fast.  I did mine earlier.  You know–“

Jason held a hand up.  “Before we all turn into nervous chatterboxes,” he motioned with his cigar at Chase, “Why don’t we toast to this harmonious, potentially euphonious experience, then adjourn to a better local.”

Hand shaking, Siddella brought her glass to the center of the table. “What did you have in mind?”

Chase leaned in, clinking his glass against Jason’s, then against Siddella’s.  “We’ve set up something up in the penthouse suite.”

Siddella managed to swallow the lump in her throat and let out the breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding.  The rich scent of cigar smoke, combined with the spiciness from Jason’s bourbon tickled her nose.  She leaned in a little closer, “Sounds fancy,” she held her glass up still, “So shall we toast?”

Chase winked, “A new beginning?”

Jason’s glass knocked gently against Siddella’s, then Chase’s.  “A new relationship.”

Both men seemed a little uncertain about what to toast.  Siddella met Jason’s gaze first, stared deep into those dark depths.  Kindness along with the embers of lust burned in his eyes.

Moving to Chase, she studied him only for a second longer than Jason. Chase’s eyes held a tranquil sway that screamed his desire to be trusted and do the right thing.  Deep passion twinkled in deep sea blue eyes.  She could go with them.  She’d at least be safe.

“Acceptance.  To full acceptance, boys.”

For a second, Jason seemed to hesitate as did Chase.

Then they brought their glasses together in one swift motion, before all three of them took long sips.

Siddella enjoyed the burn of the 18 year old scotch, letting the smoothness coat her tongue the way one of these men’s cocks would in a few minutes.  She hadn’t forgotten the buzzing of her sex, the pulse of her heart throbbing while lust fueled every movement.

Jason and Chase stood in unison.  “Shall we?”  Both men set their glasses down, finished cigars ended up in the ashtray.  They extended a hand to her.

She took them in hers, noting the size difference when they stood.  Both towered over her by a good foot at least. Their hands were huge.

Neither man left doubt in her mind about the size of their cocks when she glanced at their crotches.

Her breath caught in her throat.

She remembered to inhale, exhale.  Then, feeling the warmth from both men encircled her, she followed them like a good little girl out of the casino bar and into the nearest bank of elevators.  Aware of the overwhelming presence of male surrounding her, she couldn’t help but giggle.

“Something the matter, Siddella?  You can back out at any time.”

The tenderness came from Chase.

Back out?  Hell no!  Her body thrummed with so much sexual energy she could probably power the Vegas Strip for at least a week.  She offered an innocent smile.  “I’m good.  Let’s do this.”  Batting her eyelashes, she cocked her head to the side.

Jaosn smirked.  “Do you want a safe word?”

The smart move would be to say yes.  Somehow it wouldn’t be needed.  But…

“Unlike my partner, I’m not asking.  I’m giving you one.  Wine Bottle.  If things get too heavy, you simply say wine bottle.”  Chase didn’t look back.

The air of cool coming from Chase made her knees weak.  “Wine bottle.  Okay.”  At least they were thinking of her safety.  Yeah, they possessed the traits of true dominant males who valued her existence enough to give her a safe word.  She smiled at the gesture.

The elevator dinged. Siddella started forward but a hand on her shoulder stopped her.  She looked back at Jason.

His eyes narrowed.

She let out a sigh.  “Please, after you.”

Jason stepped into the elevator, followed by Chase. Then they turned and with the slightest of movements, acknowledged Siddella, giving her permission to enter.

The material of her shirt began irritating her already hard nipples.  Anticipation drove her wild.  What would these men do to her?

What would start things off?

Only a few more moments would pass before she found out.

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New Cover – Menage Bound (A 1Night Stand from Decadent)

Blurb:

Siddella, a tired corporate executive needs a break from the hectic work life she leads.  Overstressed, she wouldn’t mind if that break came in the form of two hunky dominant males that cater to dark fantasies involving bondage of both the mind and body.

Jason and Chase have yearned for a woman who fit into their relationship.  She’d be sexy, confident, self reliant and kinky?  Damn right she would be.  But her most prized possession would her acceptance of them as individuals and a couple.

When all three are separately given 1Night Stand cards, they realize the chance of a lifetime.  Are they ultimately ménage bound?

Excerpt:

“Something the matter, Siddella? You can back out at any time.”

The tenderness came from Chase.

Back out? Hell no! Her body thrummed with so much sexual energy she could probably power the Vegas Strip for at least a week. She offered an innocent smile. “I’m good. Let’s do this.” Batting her eyelashes, she cocked her head to the side.

Jason smirked. “Do you want a safe word?”

The smart move would be to say yes. Somehow, she thought it wouldn’t be needed. But—

“Unlike my partner, I’m not asking. I’m giving you one. Wine bottle. If things get too heavy, you simply say wine bottle.” Chase didn’t look back at her.

His air of cool made her knees weak. “Wine bottle. Okay.” At least they were thinking of her safety. Yeah, they possessed the traits of true dominant males who valued her existence enough to give her a safe word. She smiled at the gesture.

The elevator dinged. Siddella started forward, but fingers gripping her shoulder stopped her. She looked back at Jason.

His eyes narrowed.

She let out a sigh. “Please, after you.”

Jason stepped into the elevator, followed by Chase. Then they turned and, with the slightest of movements, acknowledged Siddella, giving her permission to enter.

The material of her shirt began irritating her already hard nipples. Anticipation drove her wild. What would these men do to her?

What would start things off?

A few more moments would pass before she found out.

Two minutes later, the elevator reached the penthouse suite.

Doors opened at a snail’s pace.

Jason and Chase stepped forward, turned to face each other. Then they looked at Siddella and each extended an arm. Chase blinked. “Last chance before you step into the den of iniquity. You may always trust that we’ll keep you safe. If you refuse, we part ways now. No harm, no foul.”

“So,” Jason set a hand on his hip, “will you come with us?”

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Blurb:

Jet setter and playboy Devon has a BDSM dark side he wants to make reality, only catch is the girl who would serve him perfectly left him years ago and is afraid of what living with him means. He’d given up all hope until he’d spotted Shelly waiting tables in the casino he happened to be sitting in. Using the 1NightStand service to find her, he sets her up in a park, and has her bound to some playground equipment with only a blindfold on. Can his Dominance teach her the meaning of true love?

Excerpt:
Devon spotted her, several feet away.

Shelly stood, bound to a rung on monkey bars. Gray shorts clung to her and the black sports bra did little to hide the size of her lovely, round breasts. Hair cascaded down her back. Standing with legs spread, blindfolded, and arms secured to the monkey bars, she looked ready, inviting.

He stopped ten feet away from her, eyes drawn to nipples that poked the fabric.

Slowly, he drew closer.

The sun had just set beyond the horizon. A car passed occasionally in the distance.

Devon scanned the area for potential threats or discovery. There were plenty of trees and bushes to cover certain acts, but the dirtiness of fucking her on the playground equipment….

Well, that was a turn-on.

Hopefully, she’d feel the same.

Devon took a step closer. Then another, and another, until he could hear her breathing.

Clear, pale skin begged for his touch. Her hair appeared even thicker than he remembered. He wanted to touch it. Ached to feel its silky smoothness through his fingers.

But not yet.

“You’re Marcy now, hm?” He deepened his voice, hoping to disguise it.

She gasped, lifted her head. “That voice.”

Her throaty gasp hardened him so that his cock strained against his leather pants, making him itch to unzip himself and plunge into her.

But he couldn’t do that just yet.

“Yes. This voice. You know me, Shelly.”

Another gasp and rattle of ropes caught his attention until she spoke, “They told me I was getting a surprise if I’d only go along. I didn’t realize….”

She stopped.

He hated that she did that. “You always stopped talking before giving away your major point, dear.” He set a hand firmly against her warm skin, palms itching to taste more of her.

She was hard this time, flesh not nearly as soft and malleable as he remembered. Still, she was soft in the way only a woman could be. “You’ve had a hard life since we separated.”

She didn’t respond verbally, but the shake of her body into his hand, clued him in.

“You always had that way about you, Shelly. Why,” his hand roamed up her spine, fingers walking up it slowly, tiptoeing so light he could barely feel her, “do you do that defensive movement?”

“Because what you’re offering is putting me there.”

“I’m offering only,” his fingers crept up her neck, brushing through her thick mane, “what you need.”

“Ha!” She snorted. “You never offered what I needed. Only a misogynistic viewpoint of what you thought I wanted and needed. Just like this entire scenario.”

“Are you going to tell me,” he leaned into her body, so close he could smell her, taste her almost, “that if I slipped my finger beneath your shorts—”

“I wouldn’t cry rape?”

He feigned surprise. A hand cradled her ass, cupping her before giving it a firm squeeze.

Shelly squirmed against him but settled her ass into the palm of his hand like they’d never been apart. Her jaw tensed, muscles in her neck flexed.

He shook his head, “I didn’t think so. Besides, I’d never hurt you.”

She scoffed and turned her head away from him.

“I mean it. You and I were good together. Can be good again.”

“That’s why you hired an agency to bring us back together? What kind of coward—”

He brought his hand down against her ass.

She yelped and arched into the pain.

It must have been an unconscious act because she quickly moved away from his hand.

“I already had the ‘I’m a coward’ speech with myself. But you disappeared.” He stepped close enough to her now that he could smell the spicy scent of her arousal beginning to flow between those long, pale legs. His pulse quickened. “But I had to do something, and you obviously agreed to it.”

She sighed heavily. “Yes, I did.”

“You had to know it was me. You avoided coming near me, so you must have seen me.” He leaned closer, nostrils flaring at her scent.

Heat radiated off her, so much that it made him feel even warmer, standing a mere few inches away.

She shook her head. “Yeah, I did know you were there. But I had hoped I was seeing things. You haven’t been around.”

“You were the one who left me, as I recall.” It was hard to keep the curt tone out of his voice, even with her bound and practically naked before him. His hand moved from her ass to the small of her back, touching exposed flesh. “If you knew, then why did you come?”

“Madame Eve offered me a chance at the one thing I wanted. I hoped….” She didn’t finish her sentence.

His fingers walked back up the length of her spine, carefully caressing her flesh while raven colored silken strands fluttered between his fingers. “You wanted one more taste, too. Admit it.” His voice remained gruff, low. “You wanted to see for yourself that we had a chance.”

“Close,” she lowered her head, blatantly fighting the urge to arch further into his touch, “I wanted one last tryst, yes. When I received a text from Madame Eve telling me she’d been watching me, I freaked out. I wasn’t even aware of her service. I’ve been working here for two years now.”

He sighed. It had been two years since they last met, since last their flesh fell upon each other’s and hearts beat in tune before she walked out. “Yeah, Madame Eve is something else.”

Shelly nodded.

“Will you look at me if I remove the blindfold?”

She nodded again. “I can do that. I’d rather you release me.”

“The freedom I wish to give you,” he paused, reaching for her blindfold and tugging the knot free before moving to stand before her, “is the sort of freedom you’d cherish if you’d give in.”

Slowly, Shelly’s eyes widened in an emotion Devon couldn’t quite read.

Her arms still hung above her head, pushing well rounded breasts out beneath the tight, black sports bra. Her nipples were hard. He ran a hand over one.

She shuddered.

“You’re still lovely as ever.”

She sneered. “I’ve lost weight since last we…. I’m not what you think I am.”

He tilted his head slightly, dropped his voice to an almost whisper, “What do you think I believe you are?”

She shook her head, “You think I’m some sort of….” Her eyes lowered, she blinked then looked back at him with what seemed like steady resolve. “You think I’m some sort of toy to be used and….” She started stammering. “And a doormat.”

He gasped, “You got that how?”

She glared, thrust her bound wrists at him. “Isn’t it obvious?”

“You still agreed.”

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Out on Amazon now, The Playground. My very first 1Night Stand for Decadent Publishing. Released in January of 2012, this hot read has received favorable press from the review sites. And now you can try it for FREE (for a limited time)! Go here to grab it!

Jet setter and playboy Devon has a BDSM dark side he wants to make reality, only catch is the girl who would serve him perfectly left him years ago and is afraid of what living with him means. He’d given up all hope until he’d spotted Shelly waiting tables in the casino he happened to be sitting in. Using the 1NightStand service to find her, he sets her up in a park, and has her bound to some playground equipment with only a blindfold on. Can his Dominance teach her the meaning of true love? If you pick up the book, and enjoy it, please “Like” and leave all favorable reviews on Amazon! Sascha Illyvich http://saschaillyvichauthor.com

1 Night Stand Blog Hop Madness

SEO like a boss LOL  Anyway, as mentioned I DO have a second 1Night Stand out now.  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?

How about a sexy excerpt?

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 mouth. 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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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. 

Now for that excerpt:

Devon spotted her, several feet away.

Shelly stood, bound to a rung on monkey bars. Gray shorts clung to her and the black sports bra did little to hide the size of her lovely, round breasts. Hair cascaded down her back. Standing with legs spread, blindfolded, and arms secured to the monkey bars, she looked ready, inviting.

He stopped ten feet away from her, eyes drawn to nipples that poked the fabric.

Slowly, he drew closer.

The sun had just set beyond the horizon. A car passed occasionally in the distance.

Devon scanned the area for potential threats or discovery. There were plenty of trees and bushes to cover certain acts, but the dirtiness of fucking her on the playground equipment….

Well, that was a turn-on.

Hopefully, she’d feel the same.

Devon took a step closer. Then another, and another, until he could hear her breathing.

Clear, pale skin begged for his touch. Her hair appeared even thicker than he remembered. He wanted to touch it. Ached to feel its silky smoothness through his fingers.

But not yet.

“You’re Marcy now, hm?” He deepened his voice, hoping to disguise it.

She gasped, lifted her head. “That voice.”

Her throaty gasp hardened him so that his cock strained against his leather pants, making him itch to unzip himself and plunge into her.

But he couldn’t do that just yet.

“Yes. This voice. You know me, Shelly.”

Another gasp and rattle of ropes caught his attention until she spoke, “They told me I was getting a surprise if I’d only go along. I didn’t realize….”

She stopped.

He hated that she did that. “You always stopped talking before giving away your major point, dear.” He set a hand firmly against her warm skin, palms itching to taste more of her.

She was hard this time, flesh not nearly as soft and malleable as he remembered. Still, she was soft in the way only a woman could be. “You’ve had a hard life since we separated.”

She didn’t respond verbally, but the shake of her body into his hand, clued him in.

“You always had that way about you, Shelly. Why,” his hand roamed up her spine, fingers walking up it slowly, tiptoeing so light he could barely feel her, “do you do that defensive movement?”

“Because what you’re offering is putting me there.”

“I’m offering only,” his fingers crept up her neck, brushing through her thick mane, “what you need.”

“Ha!” She snorted. “You never offered what I needed. Only a misogynistic viewpoint of what you thought I wanted and needed. Just like this entire scenario.”

“Are you going to tell me,” he leaned into her body, so close he could smell her, taste her almost, “that if I slipped my finger beneath your shorts—”

“I wouldn’t cry rape?”

He feigned surprise. A hand cradled her ass, cupping her before giving it a firm squeeze.

Shelly squirmed against him but settled her ass into the palm of his hand like they’d never been apart. Her jaw tensed, muscles in her neck flexed.

He shook his head, “I didn’t think so. Besides, I’d never hurt you.”

She scoffed and turned her head away from him.

“I mean it. You and I were good together. Can be good again.”

“That’s why you hired an agency to bring us back together? What kind of coward—”

He brought his hand down against her ass.

She yelped and arched into the pain.

It must have been an unconscious act because she quickly moved away from his hand.

“I already had the ‘I’m a coward’ speech with myself. But you disappeared.” He stepped close enough to her now that he could smell the spicy scent of her arousal beginning to flow between those long, pale legs. His pulse quickened. “But I had to do something, and you obviously agreed to it.”

She sighed heavily. “Yes, I did.”

“You had to know it was me. You avoided coming near me, so you must have seen me.” He leaned closer, nostrils flaring at her scent.

Heat radiated off her, so much that it made him feel even warmer, standing a mere few inches away.

She shook her head. “Yeah, I did know you were there. But I had hoped I was seeing things. You haven’t been around.”

“You were the one who left me, as I recall.” It was hard to keep the curt tone out of his voice, even with her bound and practically naked before him. His hand moved from her ass to the small of her back, touching exposed flesh. “If you knew, then why did you come?”

“Madame Eve offered me a chance at the one thing I wanted. I hoped….” She didn’t finish her sentence.

His fingers walked back up the length of her spine, carefully caressing her flesh while raven colored silken strands fluttered between his fingers. “You wanted one more taste, too. Admit it.” His voice remained gruff, low. “You wanted to see for yourself that we had a chance.”

“Close,” she lowered her head, blatantly fighting the urge to arch further into his touch, “I wanted one last tryst, yes. When I received a text from Madame Eve telling me she’d been watching me, I freaked out. I wasn’t even aware of her service. I’ve been working here for two years now.”

He sighed. It had been two years since they last met, since last their flesh fell upon each other’s and hearts beat in tune before she walked out. “Yeah, Madame Eve is something else.”

Shelly nodded.

“Will you look at me if I remove the blindfold?”

She nodded again. “I can do that. I’d rather you release me.”

“The freedom I wish to give you,” he paused, reaching for her blindfold and tugging the knot free before moving to stand before her, “is the sort of freedom you’d cherish if you’d give in.”

Slowly, Shelly’s eyes widened in an emotion Devon couldn’t quite read.

Her arms still hung above her head, pushing well rounded breasts out beneath the tight, black sports bra. Her nipples were hard. He ran a hand over one.

She shuddered.

“You’re still lovely as ever.”

She sneered. “I’ve lost weight since last we…. I’m not what you think I am.”

He tilted his head slightly, dropped his voice to an almost whisper, “What do you think I believe you are?”

She shook her head, “You think I’m some sort of….” Her eyes lowered, she blinked then looked back at him with what seemed like steady resolve. “You think I’m some sort of toy to be used and….” She started stammering. “And a doormat.”

He gasped, “You got that how?”

She glared, thrust her bound wrists at him. “Isn’t it obvious?”

“You still agreed.”

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