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.”

Sexperiences in Writing!

I’m guessing the fabulous folks at Decadent do not want me disclosing my sexperiences, but I must mention them in brief as this draws readers and works on people’s natural curiosity about the sexual nature of erotic authors.

The fact is, the encounters an author has, make for a fuller experience in writing, provided the author has had numerous adventures.  If not, the author is left living vicariously through pornography, erotica, other means.  (Like me)  Being the Bad Boy of Romance, this actually works in my favor, as it justifies my flirtation, my drinking and premium cigar smoking all while providing an illusion, an image of something readers expect.

I’ve been talking with other authors about the unspoken author/reader contract and how upon publication, if the author platform does not define the relationship, the experience a reader gets from an author’s book, then the reader defines it.  This is not a bad thing, but it’s not the best for attracting the most attention for the group of readers your book is targeted to.  If however, every blog post, every interaction, tweet, facebook status, and book all say the same thing, then the AUTHOR is defining that contract.

Just like I defined the contract here.  Reading my books will give you an experience you’ll never forget.  The reviews paint Menage Bound as a hot sexy read where the characters are lifelike and real, and the reviewers could imagine themselves in that world.  And frankly, some of them WANT that fantasy.  Maybe I’ve lived it.  Maybe not.

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In my world, my books tend to be about trust on a deeper level. And in my latest 1Night Stand, Menage Bound, Siddella must extend trust in the 1NS service that she can have a fantasy played out.  Two hunky men, both dominant, both not fighting OVER her but instead, working well within the boundaries she sets.  Jason and Chase must trust the same service, then extend said trust to Siddella for her acceptance that two men can have a healthy long term sexual relationship that involves pushing boundaries and growth.

Find out if they can do it by going to Amazon and buying Menage Bound!

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More Cata-Romance Fun

Thought I’d throw up an excerpt as a teaser for my new readers, this post too btw will count if you comment on it I’ll draw your name for a free PDF copy of “The Playground.”

To entice you, here’s an 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.”

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Enjoy and I look forward to my new readers!

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Sex Scene Saturday – The Playground

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

Sex Scene Saturday, credited to Stella Price et. al. for us to show you a series of blogs featuring the sexiest scenes from our erotic stories!  Mine today comes from The Playground – a 1Night Stand.

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?

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“And now,” he slid a hand beneath the tight fabric of the sports bra, determined to cup her breast, “I intend to dominate differently.”

Shelly swallowed audibly. “What do you mean, differently?”

He glared, narrowing his eyes at her. The headspace he needed wasn’t too far out of reach, but he had to get there and the only way was to force the issue in his mind. He wouldn’t force Shelly; he’d coax and guide her. He hoped she’d come willingly.

Especially after he brought her to another orgasm. He pinched her pussy lips together then spread them apart. “I mean I’m going to pull what you deserve to receive from you.”

“I have nothing to give you but, oh gods!” Her body shook once his fingers slid inside her sopping pussy.

He massaged her clit with his thumb while working his digits in and out. Slowly, methodically, he speared and spread his fingers inside, around her while keeping his thumb on her clitoris.

Before she could open her mouth again, Devon had covered her lips with his.

She gripped his cock, tugging him.

Distracted only slightly, he tore his mouth from hers and moved down her neck until he’d found a breast. The fabric of the sports bra didn’t taste so hot but it didn’t matter. He worked his lips around the taut nipple and pressed his tongue into it while his fingers continued a steady rhythm over her clit, in her pussy.

Shelly’s body tensed beneath his, her nails dug into a hip, tightened around his cock.

He released a slow breath through clenched teeth. Then he nipped her neck, the top of her breast, and worked faster in and out, in and out. Rubbing his thumb around her clit made her jump.

“I love you, Shelly, I always have. I never wanted to control you,” he panted.

Her chest rose and fell with the movements of his hands. Her breath hitched in her throat, “Then why are you trying to do it now?”

“It’s not control.” He moved to her ear, blew in a warm breath before nipping her earlobe. “It’s guidance.”

“To what?”

“Orgasmic bliss.” He sealed his mouth over hers and pressed his thigh between her legs, spreading them wider while continuing his assault on her pussy. “You deserve it, you deserve to be loved, Shelly. And you need guidance.”

“Who,” she sucked in a breath, eyes widened, nostrils flared, “said I need that?”

“You did. When you came to me.” He nipped her shoulder, her arm. Then thrust in a third finger.

She stiffened beneath him, her grip on his cock tightening even more.

How he wanted to drive himself into her hand and come all over her, marking her. He couldn’t do that. It wouldn’t serve a purpose other than his selfish release, and he wasn’t about to start being selfish just because a beautiful woman had his cock in her hand.

Working harder, faster, he felt the second it hit her. The orgasm slammed into her.

She writhed beneath him, flailing against the metal grate they both lay on. He tried to silence her moans with his mouth but it did little good. Shelly was a screamer.

Her vocal abilities during sex always fueled his arousal. Despite his hips thrusting in tune to her body’s movements, he managed to keep himself in check.

It was becoming hard though. Her sensual nature, the sexual deviant in her, called to baser animal natures.

After moments, Shelly had closed her eyes and stopped panting. Her breathing returned to almost normal. She remained pliant beneath him.

He broke the silence, “Can you move?”

“Barely.” The smile that spread across her face couldn’t be stopped.

He caught the attempt to staunch her response in her eyes. “You can’t deny yourself, love.”

“I never tried to.” Her words came out raspy.

He nuzzled her throat and placed tender kisses along the smooth skin of her neck. “Let me show you, you.”

Shelly blinked, slowly moved beneath him. Her fingers still clutched his cock. “What if I just want you to fuck me?”

He exhaled a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding. Closing his eyes, he repeated the gesture and then opened his eyes, holding onto what little sanity he had with her scent in his nose and her hand on him. “Is that really what you want?”

Her mouth twitched. She started to move again, releasing him, but her shorts stopped her.

“I’m still that good.” He couldn’t help but grin.

“You are,” she nodded. “But,” she drew in a breath; let it out slowly, “do you really think you know me that well?”

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New Contract – Treasure’s Gift at Decadent Publishing!

Received two new contracts, one for Treasure’s Gift, a story I reworked about a woman who tired of her best friend coming over and ignoring the heat between them.  So she uses creative methods to get him into her bed…with their cute redhead friend.  This is for Decadent’s Edge line of erotica.

The other story they picked up was my last 1NS, Menage Bound – about a mouthy yet tired corporate executive who needs a break and wouldn’t mind if that break came in the form of two hunky dominant males.  And a little bit of pain.  And a lot of poking, prodding, plundering and…well you’ll have to see.

  Until those two are ready and in edits, here’s a brief excerpt from Surrender to Love (available at Decadent Publishing and Amazon.com)

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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Review – The Playground a Decadent Publishing 1NS

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

Rae Spenser from Goodreads writes:  “I  found this story very intriguing. Sascha made ‘The Playground’ very realistic, where anyone could picture themselves in Devon’s or Shelly’s shoes by using a scenario that has affected most of us at some point in our lives. Closure is so important and I liked the emotional honesty the story displayed. The dom/sub being portrayed from a ‘non toys’ perspective, showing how simple clothes can be used, was a great addition allowing the honesty to grow along with the characters.”  – The full review can be found on Goodreads

Looks like my newer versions of DIY BDSM stories are paying off with readers who wish to see themselves in arousing situations with satisfying endings.  My two current 1NS stories from Decadent Publishing, and the third on the way deal with do it yourself bondage, dominance and things that don’t require an expensive dungeon despite the fact that the service itself may or may not be costly.  Madam Eve never talks price so…we can only assume that because of location, rigamarole and such that lots of dollars may have been exchanged.  I don’t know. I DO know that the fantasy of tying up one’s lover in the park is doable.

This trend of more DIY bondage stories started for me when I realized that living the Lifestyle was easy for ME, but not all of my readers have access to a fantastic dungeon nor do they have funds to purchase the myriad of whips and floggers I do.  I wanted to give readers something more accessible, more raw.  Basing the heroine from the first story in Forced Pleasure off a loved one who I treasure and consider a hot cougar gives that story a different flair.  The dominant in that story is younger, relatable to my age bracket yet arousing enough for the strong cougar female makes the story more realistic.  Erotica and Erotic romance are meant I believe to have an edginess to them in both emotion and arousal because humans need said things and sometimes need to make due without fancy dungeons and equipment.

In The Playground, Shelly learns the lesson slowly, that her worth was never a question.  She merely didn’t know it and it’s up to Devon to show her, using tactics that subdue on the sly.

I hope you’ve picked up your copy of The Playground at Amazon

Forced Pleasure is also available at Amazon – Ignore the wrong name on the book, it should be fixed ASAP!

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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