The #book that just won’t die has been reduced in price!

If you buy ten copies maybe it’ll die?  LOL! Seriously, we redid the cover for Mistress Kitty and Trent a little while back but I realized again, the price 545746_447297821947469_213044086_nwas too high.  Not to say it’s not worth what we want, but we just know our readers like deals and when you can get a high quality female dominant series of tales featuring a sexy, yet submissive male, willing to please his Mistress’s every whim, why wouldn’t  you?

If you’ll remember, this is the book that had several cover incarnations, including a missed one because the artist died while trying to catch all the pokemon.  Something about a crazy Soviet was involved too.

Anyway, the stories were written in attempt to give an accurate portrayal of one aspect of the D/s lifestyle.  It can be a beautiful pain, pushing the human body, letting someone else have control, especially when traditional roles are reversed.  Trent, a powerful male in the regular world, and Mistress Kitty, equally powerful in her career, have to come to terms if they’re going to be together.  In a rare look at the Female Dominant perspective, these stories were written in the early days of my career.

Excerpt here

Buy on Amazon for $1.99

Published in: on March 15, 2014 at 8:57 am  Leave a Comment  
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More Fun with Romance at Random!

It seems these folks LOVE giving away books and prizes to lucky readers, and I just can’t stay away from the hop.  We’re celebrating Julie Kenner and her new release TODAY!

From 12/1-12/10 Random House readers can hop from blog to blog for a chance at these fabulous gifts:

  • Grand Prize $25 Gift Certificate to a retailer of your choice!
  • 10 print copy winners of RELEASE ME, must be 18 or older!
  • 15 Net Galley Preview copies of RELEASE ME, must be 18 or older!
Also, I’ll throw down a copy of A Christmas Favour, my contemporary erotic romance to some lucky commenter on THIS blog!  There will be a few posts related to this, so stick around the entire blog hop!

So we’re talking holiday releases and some fantastic reader reminded me that I write occasionally under the name Alexandria Rayne AND I had a holiday release from Total E-bound entitled “Her Shelter” about a poly family.

Reinhold, leader of a dying wolf pack seeks to strengthen his pack and make them great once again.  Yet, his overzealous work habits screw him because he lacks discipline to cut back and give himself a break.

Chrissy, Lynne and Theresa are three sisters, powerful witches who have a LOT to do with the hand of Fate while preventing true harm from coming to this Earth.  Except that they feel gilted by the Gods until they’re given a gift. Dominion over all wolves.

When the Goddess makes a prediction that Chrissy will fall hardest for Reinhold, she fights it, as doe he.  Submission isn’t in his nature, he’s a definite Alpha.  But can he learn to  switch and reap the benefits?

Her Shelter - a holiday themed Paranormal Romance story

Her Shelter – a holiday themed Paranormal Romance story

Excerpt:

“Reinhold, baby. Wake up please?” The soft lilting sound of a female voice caused Reinhold to stir. Consciousness set in. He opened his eyes and saw Katiera standing before him, dressed in a floor length black dress with a red scarf tied around the waist. Her purple and blue hair had faded some in recent days, the tips blending into a white neither of them could explain. Her soft bedroom brown eyes stared at him, the look of sadness evident. Her cheeks and nose looked red, as though she’d been crying. Her upper lip trembled.
“What’s wrong, little lover?” He sat up, reaching for her. Touching her silken curls, he tugged her onto the bed beside him.
She slid next to him and wrapped her arms around his waist. “You’re going to be upset with me. That’s what’s wrong.” She frowned.
He grinned. “No baby. Never with you.”
She shook her head and sobbed into his shoulder.
“You can’t be serious. After what I went through, I’m so glad to see you.” His voice was a soft whisper. Squeezing hard, he pulled her into his embrace, stroking her long hair. She shifted her weight against his body and settled into the hug.
He heard another sniffle.
Pushing her back just a little, he looked into those beautiful eyes and grinned. “I’m so very glad to see you, Katiera. What could you possibly have done to upset me?”
She didn’t reply. Shaking her head no, she closed her eyes and tried to pull away, but he refused to let her.
He tilted his head. “Tell me, wolf kitten. What did you do?”
The door opened, startling them both.
“Hi!” A buxom blonde woman with fine hair that reached her very curvy hips walked through the door. Her skin looked soft and slightly tanned. Full red lips meant for kissing or sucking cock graced a face that was beauty and grace in one package. She wore a leather jacket, motorcycle boots that reached her knees and a black t-shirt that read, RULE NO. 1. I’m ALWAYS RIGHT. RULE NO. 2: See RULE NO. 1.

Power spilled off her in waves, the force of her presence was always intimidating to him until he remembered that he was merely dealing with another human. He snickered at the sight of his beloved owner. “What are you doing here, cutey?”
She frowned. “Taking your ass home, babe.”
Realisation hit him. He glared at Katiera. “You’re sending me away early, aren’t you?”
She nodded weakly. The pack hierarchy permitted that she be in charge when the Alpha was too sick to perform his duties and would remain in control until he was well again. But Reinhold was not sick. Not physically anyway.
“Your body was found bruised and battered as though you fought a large deer and lost. I found you and couldn’t stand the thought of you trying to get all this work done over the holiday season while trying to feed our pack and raise our cubs.”
He sighed. “But you’re overstepping your bounds.”
“Ahem,” Crissy coughed. “No, she’s not. She reports to her Alpha, who reports to his Owners. You’re getting sick Reinhold. I can hear it in your voice, feel it from Lynne. My sister is not in a position to get sick right now with all she has going on so I’m picking up the slack. And Katiera should not be punished when you return.”
He sighed. “I’d never punish Katiera.”
Katiera nodded timidly. “Promise?”
He shook his head. “I’m upset, lover Kat, but I know you do things for your Alpha out of love. I’m not so full of myself that I can’t recognise this.”
Katiera’s shoulders relaxed. “’Kay.”
Reinhold swallowed hard. Spending time with Crissy was going to be a new experience. He’d never been with just her. His Lynne, Crissy’s sister was always the one to train or discipline him. But with her ailing health, she couldn’t afford his bullshit right now. That much he understood. Looking at Crissy, then back at Katiera, “When do I leave?”
Crissy shrugged. “Tonight. I thought we’d go shoot pool and have a few drinks this evening before heading back.”
“I’m down with that.” He grinned.
“I thought you would be. So I brought this for you to wear.” She pulled a leash and collar from her jacket pocket. “You’ll acknowledge me as your mistress in public.”
He gasped. Narrowing his eyes at her, Reinhold tensed. His jaw ticked. “I will not be your dog, woman.”
She glowered and took a step forward, setting one hand on her very curvy hip. Green eyes sparkled brightly, illuminating her pouty lips. “Nobody asked you to be my dog. I’d never do that to you, Reinhold. But remember, I own your ass. Now get dressed. We’re going drinking. And I don’t want to see your phone. My sister will call me and you two will talk later.” She smirked and tossed the collar and chain at him before turning on her heels and leaving the room.
He glared at Katiera.
“Don’t be gay. It’ll be cute.” Her smile returned.
“How would you like your pride to be put on a leash?” He growled.
Katiera blinked. “You make me wear one. What’s the difference?”
Reinhold opened his mouth to speak but stopped. He knew better than to mention gender or age when picking on Katiera. Her former owners were abusive and constantly reminded her of her youthful age and gender. They were downright cruel.
He’d had no hard feelings when he’d killed them. But he had enough respect for his mate that he knew what buttons to push. “Fine,” he grumbled.
“Cute Alpha.” She giggled. Sliding off the bed, she stood and sauntered towards the door.
He snorted. “Not coming with?”
“I’m not able to tonight. I have to balance your business books, get things ready for the last quarter taxes then go tend to our new pack mothers.”
“Right.” With a groan, he nodded slowly. His mate was more than just a mate. She’d become an adept business partner, too.
* * * *
Reinhold’s usual routine in any bar was to get himself a scotch on the rocks then find a quiet corner where he could watch for other wolves who needed a pack or just people watch. He’d nurse the scotch then end up with the bottle at his table before the night was over with
and Katiera would drive the two of them home while he rattled off details about some of the patrons he’ d seen who could be wolves and in need of guidance.
His pack had been designated as a trainer pack amongst the wolves where new shifters could learn the basics and grow comfortable with their abilities. The command had been passed down from Diana herself, Goddess of the Hunt.
Tonight however, he was sitting on a bar stool against the wall, rye whiskey in one hand and scotch on the rocks in the other. Smoke from some of the patrons irritated his nose just enough to distract him until he watched Mistress Crissy bend over a pool table, stick in hand. Her nice ass stuck out, causing Reinhold difficulty concentrating on his game. With his cock hardening at the sight of her bent over, he watched her miss a bank shot. Sliding off the stool, he set his drink down on the shelf behind him and grabbed hers.
“Shit,” she swore and handed him the stick before taking her drink from him. The chain hung from his black leather collar. At least, she hadn’t made him wear zebra print like she’d threatened to do. Still, his dignity felt the blow.
Studying the layout of the balls, he realised Crissy could probably sense his arousal. He’d kept his hand on her ass all night.
It was more of a possessive gesture than anything else. Other guys were looking at her, staring at her breasts, and it irritated him. She was his dominant, damnit! Yet she’d already had to warn him twice that he’d overstepped his bounds.
“What the fuck, Mistress? I’m a wolf. Not a damn meat-flesh and bone human. I’m not like the rest of you.”
“Whatever. You’re still a man at heart. Now go get me another drink.” She’d handed him a five and he’d returned with her rye and Coke.
Lining up his shot, he had to move carefully not to give away his painful erection. He wanted to try to keep the upper hand tonight with Mistress Crissy. Not being used to her as a dominant was going to be tough. Hell, as he aimed his shot for precision, he had no idea why Katiera had even suggested he spend the time with Mistress Crissy.
Sure he cared for her, a lot in fact. She was his owner. But, without having spent a great deal of time together, neither knew what the other needed.
And Reinhold knew what he needed. Taking the shot, he sank the ball in the hole.
“Very good, prince.” Crissy smiled. “Where’d you learn to play?”
He turned to reach for his scotch. Her hand stopped his. Did she feel the same spark between them as their fingers brushed?
Raising her chin, she gave him that look. “Answer my question first.”
Fine. He’d play her game. Inhaling deep, he let out a slow breath. “I used to play in college and learned a lot there. Now let me have my drink.”
She raised an eyebrow.
“Please?” He feigned a weak smile.
“Please, what?” Her hand tightened around his wrist.
“Please, Mistress?” She wasn’t his Lynne, she was his Mistress. He choked out the words.
She huffed. “At least, you can fake protocol. You’ll learn before the month is over, Reinhold.” She handed him his drink.
Their hands met for a split second and neither moved. “Oh, I’m sorry.” Reinhold took his drink from her. He took a long sip of his scotch, letting the caramel and charred oak soothe him. The heat from the alcohol burned his throat. His body warmed instantly.
Now did she feel the spark he did?
She didn’t respond. Instead, Crissy turned and set her drink down on the shelf behind her.
He looked down at her in the dimly lit bar and realised the smoke gave her an ethereal look, her features softening just a bit even as she tried to look menacing for her height.
“You’re cute, Mistress.” He laughed. She stood just above five feet tall.
She slapped his shoulder. “Are you picking on me about my height?”
He snickered. “No Ma’am. I’d never insult the lady I intend to bed this evening.”
She raised an eyebrow. “Really now?”
Reinhold nodded. Crossing his arms over his chest, he stared down at her.
She grabbed his chain and yanked him forward, pulling his head down to hers.
Their mouths were millimetres apart. He could smell her arousal, the sweet scent of vanilla and sex, along with the smoothness of the rye and sugar of the Coke she’d just sipped from.
Their eyes met. Locked in a heated gaze, Reinhold took his chance. His body had been painfully hard all night and Mistress Crissy was the only cure he could think of. Pressing hislips into hers, he savoured the plump, juicy feel of her mouth against his as it moved. A hand grabbed the back of his head and forced his mouth to hers with such intensity that he was sure they’d both have bruised mouths in the morning.
Inhaling sharply, her fingers clutched a fistful of hair and tugged backwards before teeth scraped against his neck, sending shivers down his spine.
Reinhold moaned low in his throat, a very masculine sound as he forced his thigh between parted legs, feeling the heat of her sex.
Crissy anchored herself against his thigh and began rocking back and forth against him.
Intense warmth surrounded his thigh. Reinhold reached for her shoulder, gripping her tightly. Pulling her lips from his neck, he applied more pressure into her warmth and waited.
“Enjoying this?” he murmured against her mouth.
She slipped her tongue past his lips and stroked his tongue.
Reinhold fought for control of the kiss with his tongue before submitting to Crissy’s demanding, biting. She nipped his lower lip with her incisors.
He yelped against her mouth even as he tried to suppress a reaction.
She pulled back and looked at him with heated eyes. Flames of desire danced in her irises. “Home. Now.”
“Yes Ma’am.”

CHAPTER TWO
Not even the cold could make Crissy shiver. Slinging her jacket over her shoulder, she tugged on the chain attached to Reinhold’s neck, practically dragging him out of the bar, to the tune of several assholes who simply whistled. There was the one guy whom Crissy decked when he called Reinhold pussy whipped.
He didn’t bother to get back up. He was smart.
They’d stopped at very few lights on the ride home. Reinhold’s cock hardened more than he could possibly imagine. Each time they stopped, Crissy slid her hands beneath his waistband, gripping him.
Her fingers around his shaft made him gasp, pumping his hips into her fist. She’d managed a few jerks of his cock before he’d leaned over and nibbled her ear, tasting her with his tongue.
“Oh gods, yes,” she purred, a deep low rumble that reverberated against his ear.
Chills raced up his spine. He inhaled her scent, woodsy like the wolves. In a manner of speaking, she was pack. Human though she was, she and her sisters owned the wolves. Controlled a lot of power.
Right now, the only thing he cared about though was the way her scent teased his nostrils, causing them to flare. “I want you.” A hand crept beneath her grey shirt to cup her beneath her bra. Her skin was smooth, hot to the touch. He felt the weight of her in his hand, squeezing her nipple hard.
She hissed but kept her gaze focused on the road ahead, though she mouthed something he couldn’t hear.
Her fingernails dug into his flesh, causing him to hiss through gritted teeth. Reinhold squeezed her breast harder, biting down on her neck at the same time.
Crissy gunned the engine at the light and sped down the street with abandon. Reinhold hoped they wouldn’t get pulled over. Part of him didn’t care at this moment.
“You’re going to make me come.” He flicked his tongue against her earlobe before nipping her cheek.
“Nope.” She released his cock and pulled the car into a driveway. “You’re getting off if you’re a good boy. I’m getting out. Follow.” Her words were a command.
Sniffing the air, he scented her arousal. Reinhold let out a sigh but knew if her touch was this hot, her pussy must be molten lava. “Oh, I’m a very good boy,” he purred as he slid up beside her, shutting the car door with a slam.
She yanked his chain, leading him up the steps to the front porch. It was dark outside and even though he could discern the various plants and fixtures, he didn’t care to. His body ached for her touch, even as the collar threatened to choke him.
Keys slid in the door and it opened, light spilling into the darkness. Even though she was shorter than he was by a good foot, Crissy had a lot of strength for a human. She pulled him along so fast that he had trouble keeping up, even with his gate.
Hands shoved him past her and up a set of carpeted stairs. “Up. Move. First door on the right. Get inside and strip.”
Reinhold turned to face her, looking at her demanding little smirk. “I could carry you up.”
“You could shut up and march.” She narrowed her eyes, flames of passion smouldering in her deep silver and purple irises.
The wolf in Reinhold wanted to resist, wanted to buck the system. The human with the hard cock won out though. Turning around, he took the steps two at a time, hearing the soft pounding of Crissy’s boots on the carpet behind him.
He knew this house well. Scents of vanilla and citrus wafted towards him, his Lynne’s scents. They were calming normally, but Crissy’s red-hot arousal was more in tune with what he smelled now.
Reaching the top of the stairs, he took the first right, pushing open the door. He felt heat from Crissy’s tiny hand on the small of his back. “March,” she barked.
“Demanding little cu—“ Her hands gripped his shoulders and spun him around. Hair whipped him in the face before he was pulled down to her mouth, her soft, warm and inviting mouth. Her tongue slid past his mouth, wrestling with his.
Setting his hands on her hips, Reinhold backed into the room until he hit the bed.
Her mouth assaulted his hard enough that he’d be bruised if he were a human. She inhaled, suckling his lower lip into her mouth.
With a groan, Reinhold moulded her body to his before falling backwards with an oomph.
Crissy’s weight pressed down against him in just the right spot, forcing air from his lungs at the sheer heat of her beneath her jeans. His cock swelled painfully. Nails dug into his skin, ripping his shirt up and over his head before it got tossed aside.
Hands fumbled with his zipper while lips burned a trail of passion and fire down his chest. Heaving, Reinhold arched into her mouth, feeling her tongue circle around a nipple before she took the nub in her teeth.
Fists gripped the sheets as he drew in a deep breath.
“On me, somewhere, wolf.” Her voice sounded more like a begging, desperate command, rather than her usual stern demand.
Reaching to her sides, he settled his hands in a thick mane that was baby fine. Stroking her, tugging her curls lightly, he heard the pleasant sound of his zipper being slid down before his cock was exposed.
Taking it in one cold hand, she jerked him a few times before settling her mouth directly over his head. “Oh Mistress, please suck me.” He forced her head down just a touch.
Her lips brushed against his cock, soft and pliant. She looked at him over his throbbing erection. “Demand, and I could leave.” She released his cock.
He grinned. “You don’t have the self control. You’d rather fuck me to spite me.”
“Damn you.” Crissy scowled. Reaching beneath her, she undid her pants and shucked them off in one swift motion. Standing at the foot of the bed in just her shirt, she reached for the hem and pulled it and her bra off, tossing it to the pile on the floor.
Reinhold had an excellent view of her body now, pretty face with those silver and purple eyes that made men beg had been framed by the finest of hair that fell just over her sweet hips. Perky, large breasts bobbed as she stepped forward. His eyes travelled down the line of her body until it met the hairless region of her pussy.
“Goddess,” he choked out.
“Yes.” She smirked and climbed on top of him. Straddling him, she settled herself just above his cock.
Heat seared the tip of his cock. He could almost taste her arousal, the heady, musky scent mixed with her woodsy aroma.
Sinking down hard, she impaled herself and let out a groan.
He yelled in triumph as well. Her molten pussy enveloped him as she seized his cock with her sweet, tightness. Nails clenching her hips hard, he dug fingernails into flesh. She’d bleed when he moved his hands away.
She yelled but rose up, her breasts swaying beautifully before she slammed down again on his cock.
Air rushed out of Reinhold’s lungs so fast he realised he hadn’t been breathing.
Crissy began moving her hips back and forth, setting her hands against his chest.
Reinhold bucked against her and tried to sit up, but she pressed her hands into him and held him against the bed.
“No. Stay,” she bobbed up and down again, repeatedly spearing herself as she threw strands of hair behind her.
She leaned back, changing the angle of penetration.
Reinhold held onto her beautiful hips and thrust harder into her, working with her undulations.
Her screams echoed throughout the room as her first orgasm forced her body to tense up, muscles tightening and gripping his cock harder.
Within minutes, his cock was awash in her love juices, the muscles of her stomach still squeezing before she fell forward, panting hard against him.
He stroked her hair, feeling the wondrous silken strands tangle in his fingers before he began thrusting again. Hair spilled over her back and shoulders while she stretched out over him.
Slowly, Reinhold began rolling his hips upward while his hands spread her ass cheeks apart.
Crissy shifted her weight for more depth. “Again?”
“I haven’t come yet, babe.”
“I didn’t plan for you to.” Her voice was dry, yet it held a note of satisfaction.
“Fuck that shit.” Using a little wolf strength, he rolled them both over so that he was on top now. “Katiera wouldn’t play with me before I left. I’m getting mine too, and your hot little body is going to help me.”
“Oh you think so, huh?” A perfectly manicured eyebrow rose.
“I do indeed.” Lowering his mouth to hers, he began the slow rolling of his hips inside her, driving himself in like a piston as she seized his tongue and stroked it with her own.
Before she could respond, he nipped her lower lip and pulled back. Grinning, he looked down at her.
“You’re good,” she purred.
Her hand reached around his backside and slapped his ass.
He growled into her ear, “What the fuck, Crissy?”
She grabbed the chain that hung from his collar. “I had better hear you ask for my permission before you damn well come.”
The beast inside Reinhold wanted him to drop his human illusion and put Mistress Crissy in her place, below his mate. In the wolf’s world, the mate was an equal in many things. Denial of orgasm was something the Alpha could force on his subordinates but never on his mate. Even his owners would be challenged often for dominance due to the fact that Reinhold was a stubborn, demanding alpha with a great deal of power.
“You’d make me be—”
“Oh gods,” she threw her head against the pillows and arched her hips into his. Her orgasm rolled through her, triggering her body to tighten up and muscles clench his cock with such a tight grip that she was practically milking him.
The storm inside him built and built until it could go no further. With a grunt and a cry that echoed throughout the room, he begged her name on his mouth, yelling for permission to come.
Crissy’s growls and moans joined his.
Her hands slapped his ass hard, the imprint of her hand stinging enough to leave a red mark and heat for a few minutes.
He’d forgotten how strong Crissy was for a human. Magickal strength was one thing but having magickal power didn’t equate to being physically strong.
Shooting deep inside her, he felt his cock spasm as his body unwound itself above her. “Goddess, you’re incredibly warm and…” He waited a moment to catch his breath.
“And in control,” she laughed. Her head lolled to one side as Reinhold pulled out.
Sliding beside her, he wrapped an arm around her stomach and let out a breath.
“You’re good,” she smiled. “Two in one sitting. That’s a record.”
He shot her a wry grin. “Oh I can go all night, babe.”
“And another night, you shall. But,” he watched her hands trail down the length of her body until she drew her legs up, “you disobeyed me deliberately. You’re challenging me again, Reinhold.”
He opened his mouth to speak but stopped when she glared at him. How could a woman so sexy look so powerful after a fuck like that?
“You know I’m right. So…I’d suggest you get that long tongue of yours between my thighs and clean me up. Suck up every last bit of your cum from me.”
His eyes widened. “What?”
Shifting her weight, Crissy patted her mons lightly. “You heard me. Eat me and clean me up.”

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The Real 50 Shades

I had an incident the other day that required me to think really hard about fiction vs. reality in the BDSM realm.  The run in involved a fan of that 50 Shades nonsense that’s passing for erotic fiction these days.  The person loved the book and from what I understand, Christian Grey is quite the dominant.

Only he’s fantasy.

The thing about that is that in reality, those men do exist and those scenarios do happen, frequently.  There are whole sites dedicated to the fetish world.  The problem with this was, the person I spoke to saw pictures of what “I” as a top do for my bottoms.

This is relevant to the writers world from several points of view.  First, the marketing aspect.  If you’re truly a fetish person AND a fetish writer, even if it’s erotic romance, you’re going to have a hard time selling to the mainstream unless you can pull off what E. L. James did and let the world know you’re not really kinky and that it’s really twilight fanfic gone mainstream without ripping off Twilight blatantly.  Many fetish authors aren’t fetish and couldn’t really deal in the fetish world.

For our writers, a few definitions:
Top=the one doing.  Not necessarily a Dominant, but not the one being done to
Bottom=the one being done to.  Not necessarily a submissive but not the one doing.

Dominant and submissive can imply a power exchange.

The writer in me wants to go into my local dungeon, notepad and pen in hand and ask questions, take notes.  Basically, the writer in me would put the Kinky Kontingent under a microscope. The Dominant in me wants the writer in me to understand what I do is intrinsic, taught to me and there’s much more going on than what’s being seen.  The Writer in me yearns to understand the reality of a beating.

Let’s take a simple spanking scene.  Just a short few swats on the ass, and break it down.  This is adult content FYI and strap on play.

Ronan groaned, pressing his mouth against Valerieʹ shoulder. Grateful for the contact, Valerie continued to buck against Siddellaʹs cock, enjoying the contact of skin against skin while Siddella rubbed Ronanʹs swollen cock up and down her cheek.
Ronan slapped Valerieʹs ass cheek with his bare hand.
The sting burned, forcing Valerieʹs eyes shut. ʺItʹs your body, my prince,ʺ she cried through pain that was sure not to destroy her now.
Ronan slapped Valerieʹs ass again, hitting the other cheek.
Pain flared over her globes, her nipples hardening even further from the sting.
ʺYou like the spankings, donʹt you?ʺ Ronanʹs voice was gritty, hoarse from coming but his lips were firm against her skin. He licked a trail of fire up her arm, sending a shudder through her.
Valerie began purring. ʺYes, I like when your hands are on
me, my prince.ʺ

In that little bit of a scene, what happened was this:  Ronan had already established trust with Valerie AND Siddella.  Valerie trusted him from the earlier bit in the book where we established that she had a goal and so did Ronan.  Even Siddella had a goal but hers was minimal in this part of the story.  An emotional bond was deepened by his question.  Her response, both physically and mentally reinforced that bond.  Later on there is a little aftercare that helps the subs in question come to grips with what was done so they understand that Ronan is guiding them from his heart.  The lesson Valerie had to learn involved parts of her life at 40+ years of age. Aftercare addresses the actual mentality going on.

But all you’d see in reality was the spanking, and her taking the dildo in her ass, and if you stood by close enough, you’d hear their dialogue.

In Reality: people play all the time like this and harder only after they’ve talked extensively.

In FICTION unless the book is a pure BDSM story where the heroine or hero is TOTALLY NEW, then we have to focus more on a deeper plot.  In Gift of Her Submission,  three different heroines are entering the kink world at three different stages of their lives.  Siddella has been kinky all her life and yearns to explore love through pain, Valerie’s explored some but as a cougar she wants more, and Casey, is totally new to all of Ronan’s charms, yet seeks out comfort in a non traditional method.  A little bit of dialogue and talk happens throughout the stories, interweaving Ronan’s past into you the reader.

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

In reality I (and good dominants/tops) DO NOT  PLAY WITH SOMEONE WITHOUT TALKING TO THEM TO LEARN WHAT THEY WANT, NEED, CAN HANDLE, CAN’T HANDLE.  This does include some sordid past shit like abuse, but I only need to know what NOT to do to trigger something in the bottom’s head, unless we’re friends. But the bottom must trust me extensively.  And as good with whips as I am, if I don’t feel comfortable with a certain tec

hnique or toy, I will NOT use it on them until I have done my research and actually played with the toy.
In fantasy, the kink still has to make make sense.
In reality, I don’t know why my bottoms laughed when I mentioned that the pill I was about to lick off her back fell off her ass.  (Well, I do know, it was funny!) But that could be a fetish all itself.

I felt like a monster after my incident.  But I’ve been told by others both Scene aware and Non that I’m not.  YOU can however as an author use that as a plot device to craft a proper evil dominant.  The evil guy always gets the plot lesson wrong anyway and that’s the reason for his or her demise.

If you’re curious about Gift of Her Submission, it’s on Amazon for a song!
If you need a menage fix, Menage Bound is here for you.

Teaching – BDSM in Romance: Understanding and Writing the Lifestyle

WORKSHOP DESCRIPTION: This workshop is for authors particularly in the romance genre who dabble BDSM in any form, be it writing spanking stories, light bondage, or like myself, heavier darker things.  Many folks think that once a book is written the author’s job is done.  Not so.  As any seasoned author knows, once we finish writing, we have edits, cover art choices, more edits, and of course the hype.  Marketing, promotions.  PR Hell as it is known in some circles.  That’s the toughest part of any author’s job IMO and will make or break any author dumb enough to rely solely on the publisher.  Our job as authors is a business and needs to be treated like such, even if we DO get to have a little more fun than any corporate schmo.  So, in order of author responsibilities:  1. Establish the Brand (I’m Sascha Illyvich, paranormal erotica/BDSM romance author)
2. Maintain the Brand (Primarily through PR, I write about wolves, fae, vampires, but you’ll never see me write a western!)
3. Grow the Brand (I write paranormal romances, which puts me in with the anime crowd who likes dark fantasy!)  This workshop will focus on Number 3:  Grow the Brand.  What authors often fail to realize is that in including different elements like spanking or light bondage that they are writing for their normal audiences but with a little more effort could target not just the fringe readers; those who are closeted about their darker desires, but those who are a little open with their darker desires.
ABOUT THE PRESENTER: As the Acknowledged Bad Boy of Romance, I have been writing and published in this genre for the last twelve years, worked two large BDSM events in Houston with HPEP, been actively involved on mailing list discussions, read a few books, met and spent time with Jay Wiseman (Author of SM 101: A Realistic Introduction)   I occasionally write for Paddedkink.com, a BBW BDSM site.  I’ve been on numerous BDSM panels am an active Lifestyle Dominant and have been vetted.  Oh, and as I mentioned before, my Mom is a Lifestyle Domme – meaning when she realized that she enjoyed kinky sex, she sought out knowledge and became who she is today, teaching her son proper play.  My previous workshop, Writing from the Male POV and creating better heroes was a success both at Coffee Time Romance and at Collette Thomas’s Erotic Workshop yahoo group.  I have taught this workshop for HHRW RWA chapter and Savvy Authors.
WORKSHOP FEES:
$15 for Members
$20 for Non-Members
To pay via PayPal, please send payment to robinrotham@yahoo.com and make the subject line WORKSHOP: BDSM. Please be sure the information field includes the name and email address you will be using for the workshop.
To pay via check, please include WORKSHOP: BDSM in the memo area. Also, please include a note containing the name and email address you will be using for the workshop.
Mail checks to:

Robin L Rotham, Treasurer
P.O. Box 2412
Norfolk, NE 68702

***Permission to forward granted and encouraged.***
Shay MacLean
Passionate Ink Workshop Coordinator
workshops@passionateink.org

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.

Read more at Cocktails and Books

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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 Reissue – Her Male Slave

Revised edition with new Introduction of this “powerful look at female domination!” (Sensual Reviews)  If you missed this extraordinary, insightful novel the first time around – get it now!

Her Male Slave is a story of corporate seduction, a very dominant woman and a scheming employer. Anastasia Forrester is asked by her boss to use her Dominatrix skills to seduce his competitor, Jerry Norman. Then she is to force Norman sell his company over, or face exposure and blacklisting in the corporate world. It is an easy task for a woman of Anastasia’s inclinations until she becomes the cause for Jerry’s auto accident. Wealthy Jerry Norman’s life is empty and lonely until he ends up in the hospital after the accident, sees Anastasia, and realizes she is a woman he would do anything for. Soon his resolve is put to the test as Anastasia demands Jerry’s complete submission, and he finds himself in chains, being strictly trained, her helpless, willing slave.

Ann Leveille of Sensual Reviews says “readers who enjoy Female Domination stories and tales of BDSM should find [Illyvich's work] much to their taste. And rated the ‘Sensuality Level: Scorching.’ This is real erotica, full of pain intermingled with pleasure and all sorts of specialized kink. Love makes the sexual scenes more powerful. Detailed descriptions of bondage, sex … floggings decorate these pages.

I’m happy with the new introduction and updated cover, this was one of my better books in the early stages of my career and I’m pleased to see it come back out with a bang!  I hope you enjoy and pick it up from Sizzler or Amazon

Sinfully Sexy Playlist for Covenant of Wolves 1: Stalker(Dub Mix)

The image above is what I based Millie’s character on in Stalker(Dub Mix) because it shows a level of sensuality and ice, cold pixie and nudity.  It was the spark for the story and the soundtrack which led me to write the piece originally for Loose-ID until it got picked up by Agent Marisa Corvisiero of Corvisiero Literary Agency.  I’m in the process of giving the story one last round of edits before sending it to Marisa and letting her work her magic with the story.

The playlist in such a brutal land as the Unseelie kingdom includes the following songs:

VNV Nation – Rubicon
VNV Nation – Epicentre
Assemblage 23 – Fallen down
Combichrist – Shut up and Swallow
Combichrist – Get Your Body Beat
Combichrist – Fuck That Shit
Combichrist – Sent To Destroy (The video helps!)
Nile – User Maat Rae
Nile – Annihilation of the Wicked
Nile – The Language of the Shadows
Killswitch Engage – As Daylight Dies
VNV Nation – Tempest
Icon of Coil – Transfer: Complete
Icon of Coil – Love As Blood
Claire Voyant – Iolite
The Gathering – Monsters

It’s a highly electronic soundtrack because I created a cyberpunk world of Faery and this keeps me in the mood.   There is actually more NILE on the list and I’m sure at some point I’ll go through here and nail down what songs really stick for what parts, but this is how I write stories.  Using music, taking lyrics, ideas, melding them together with what I hear and love and then throwing in a romance plot.  There will be excerpts released as well as cut scenes soon as I have the ability to do so!  And oh yeah, this is a hotter book than 50 Shades…

50 Books better than 50 Shades of Grey!

I can’t help but milk this to the very last drop.  The book isn’t on my anything list other than “fuck this book” list.  Laura Antoniou even gave us a parody that rocked as it was just funny as hell…

I’m probably not going to be able to list 50 titles.  So suggestions are welcome!  Anything that drives traffic and helps my SEO bwahahaha!

The books in question here are superb in every way, from plot, to originality, to the most basic writing skill.  And are listed in no order.

  1. The Ice Queen – Joey W. Hill
  2. Jack’s Christmas Wish – Bonni Sansom
  3. Gift of Her Submission – Sascha Illyvich (Think I wasn’t going to include my own titles here!  HA!)
  4. The vampire Queen’s Servant – Joey W. Hill
  5. Bound for Romance – Various.  I only edited this anthology but all four authors have a unique spin on BDSM
  6. Master of the Shadowlands – Cherise Sinclair (A very astute student of mine!)
  7. Broad Horizons – Edited by Beth Wylde (Admittedly I’m in the second anthology)
  8. Siddella’s Surrender – Sascha Illyvich
  9. The Gift – Kim Dare
  10. Yuletide Greetings – Sue Lyndon
  11. Dance Macabre – Laurel K. Hamilton (Even in first person too!)
  12. The Vampire Queen’s Servant – Joey W. Hill
  13. Rosy Cheeks – Marianna LaCroix
  14. Submissive – Anya Howard
  15. The Marketplace series -Laura Antoniou
  16. The Velderet – Cecilia Tan
  17. Trouble in Cowboy Boots – Desiree Holt
  18. Ride’sm – Tilly Greene
  19. Members Only – Ann Jacobs
  20. Siddella’s Submission – Sascha Illyvich
  21. The Ice Queen – Joey. W.  Hill
  22. Fallen Star – Morgan Hawke
  23. Wicked Intent – Lora Leigh
  24. Wonderland:  King of Hearts – Cheyenne McCray
  25. I Will Submit to You, Master – Sascha Illyvich
  26. The Playground – Sascha Illyvich (yeah, I’m not vain.  I swear it!)
  27. The Irish Devil – Diane Whiteside
  28. Wolf Tales Series – Kate Douglas (Not traditional BDSM but strong elements of D/s are involved)

As I said, this is just a partial list, but all of these authors are way better than 50 Shades of Grey.  Hell I haven’t read it yet but I’m sure Andrew T. Shaffer’s 51 Shades parody is better too!  Incidentally I’ve actually read most of these books AND I know most of the authors.

Bwahahaha, so give some authors some love!  Feel free to add more current reads to this list in the comments!

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