Ardent Books Presents SCORCHING STORIES contest for #Writers

girl-fire-desktop-wallpapers-girly-blogger-191604What erotic fantasies do you yearn to write?  Here’s your chance to share them with the world!  Ardent Books is announcing our SCORCHING STORIES Contest for 2014!  Review and follow the rules listed below to take advantage of this great opportunity. We’re ready to slip into your erotic mind and take a journey to somewhere seductive! 

CONTEST RULES

  • SCORCHING STORIES contest submissions accepted from June 1, 2014 through midnight (U.S. Eastern Time), July  15, 2014
  • All subgenres of erotica accepted including cyberpunk, steam punk, historical, romantic, bdsm, ménage, contemporary, and anything in between.
  • Manuscript must be complete
  • Word counts accepted: full length (50,000 to 100,000 words)
  • You must note “2014 SCORCHING STORIES Contest” and book title in subject line of your submission email
  • One SCORCHING STORIES contest submission per author
  • Follow ALL Ardent  Books submission guidelines http://ArdentBooks.com
  • All submissions will be judged by Ardent Books imprint editors and acquisitions editors

 

SCORCHING STORIES Grand Prize Winner will receive:

  • Assent Publishing contract including all benefits offered through Assent Publishing: professional editing, professional cover design, print and ebook formatting, distribution, intense marketing training through the Assent Academy, and the unparalleled Assent Publishing commitment to author success
  • A SCORCHING STORIES GRAND PRIZE WINNER promotional announcement blitz ($500 value)
  • 50 FREE print copies of their book
  • 10 two hour sessions of one-on-one author marketing coaching with Author Success Coach and dean of the Assent Academy, Deborah Riley-Magnus ($2,000 value)
  • $100 toward membership in a writers organization or guild of the winner’s choice
  • A Kindle Fire

 

SCORCHING STORIES Top 2 Finalists will receive:

  • Assent Publishing contract including all benefits offered through Assent Publishing: professional editing, professional cover design, print and ebook formatting, distribution, intense marketing training through the Assent Academy, and the unparalleled Assent Publishing commitment to author success
  • SCORCHING STORIES WINNER promotional announcements for the author and their book ($100 value)

 

Contest submissions can be cyberpunk, steam punk, historical, romantic, bdsm, ménage, contemporary, and anything in between. Ardent Books is currently accepting erotica submissions in addition to contest entries. Send your submissions and “SCORCHING STORIES” contest entries to editor@ardentbooks.com. Good luck! Scorch us with your story! Please visit us at http://www.ardentbooks.com.

Raining Kisses – Book 2 in the #OpethPack Saga is out!

After slaughtering Katarina’s brother and father, along with a handful of other wolves who tried to abuse them, Nicholaus realizes his true darkness and decides to leave Hungary to keep his lovers safe from him.  Relocating to Albuquerque, New Mexico, Nicholaus made a life for himself where he controlled the shots until the Opeth Pack messenger shows up with one of his lovers, requesting his assistance back in Hungary.

Katarina’s other lover Krystyna has done something bad, but what, Katarina doesn’t know.  Her heart aches for both her stubborn lovers and forces her to find the courage to venture to America and bring Nicholaus back.  Once the threesome reunites, sparks explode but secrecy threatens to tear the triad apart, as does Prophecy.  Will Nicholaus remain with the two women who hold his Cover for Raining Kissesheart, or will his lack of control make him return to the States, alone forever? 

Excerpt: 

The idea of losing his temper again and potentially killing those he loved frightened him.

“Where’s Nicholaus?” He heard Katarina’s pained voice.

“Nicholaus, get your ass back here!” Krystyna shouted. “We’re not finished yet!”

Krystyna could be such a demanding bitch when she wanted to be. Still, he ignored them both and continued into the dense foliage, hoping he could dash through them and sprint back to town undetected.

Slinking along the ground, he crept slowly toward the bushes.

“I will come get you. I smell you, you selfish bastard. Get back here!” Krystyna yelled louder. He pictured her angry eyes, mouth hung open and fingers trembling.

Nicholaus knew he’d blown his chance. Krystyna would come after him. He sluggishly made his way back toward the front of the house. Stopping, he knew better. He was asking for trouble if he went back to his two lovers, knew his heart was asking to be loved. The problem was that he couldn’t stay here in Hungary. Not with them, not with the pack that had fallen apart. He had to leave.

“Nicholaus, get your ass back here and come face us!” Krystyna stomped toward him.

“Please, Nicholaus. I…” Katarina sounded like she was on the verge of tears.

Nicholaus couldn’t bear to hear her cry. Standing on two legs again, he walked out front to the main road. “I’m here,” he sighed heavily.

“Why would you disappear on us again after the three of us are reunited?” Katarina ran to him, tears in her eyes. “Why would you do that to me? Again?”

He had no response.

“He’s an asshole, like the rest of the Opeth Pack males.” Krystyna uncrossed her arms and drew Katarina to her.

He shook his head. “It’s easier to run when I know what’s best for you both.” The words came out a whisper but both women heard him loud and clear.

“But,” Krystyna’s lip trembled, “you don’t know what’s best for me or her. You don’t know, Nicholaus. You have no idea,” tears streamed down her face, “how much we’ve suffered without our third and binding partner.”

Nicholaus looked at Krystyna. Her face showed little emotion but he caught the desperate need for completion in her eyes. She could never totally hide her feelings from him. Hell, it was blatantly obvious what she needed, desired most. Too bad she had no idea what she was truly asking for.

“I’m a murderer.” he looked away.

“You’re a wolf. Embrace what you are, Nicholaus. You did what you had to in order to protect us. I forgave you a long time ago.”

Katarina’s sweet words hit his heart with the force of a tank. He didn’t want to embrace what he was. He’d killed before in cold blood. He’d murdered her brother and father right in front of her. It didn’t matter that they were trying to rape her. There had to be another solution if he had just thought long enough about it.

“You’re going to have to get over the past someday, Nicholaus. Even I let shit go after a while.”

Krystyna reached for him but dropped her arms and looked at Katarina.

Katarina nodded.

Something was up between them.

The look that passed between them made him pause. “What are you two thinking?” He narrowed his gaze. Sniffing the air, he now smelled the pungent fragrance of arousal coming from both of them.

They turned, eyes wide and filled with an emotion deeper than lust and so much more than love. Krystyna and Katarina sauntered to him, each of them flanking him on a side.

“Love us,” Katarina begged. Her breath whispered softly over his ear, sending shivers up and down his skin.

Krystyna nodded. “You promised my lover something and you should own up like a man.”

Nicholaus growled at the challenge. He couldn’t take the torture of both his lovers assaulting his senses, putting him on the defensive and overloading his mind and body. He sucked in a breath, trying to drag air into his lungs but when Katarina leaned into him, pressed her lips against his and cupped the back of his head, he found he could only take in her aroma.

Krystyna’s hands found his shoulders, pulling him closer between them while she dropped fiery kisses all over his neck, drawing her tongue over his flesh.

Goose bumps appeared on his skin, the hair on the back of his neck stood and his cock throbbed. Heat built in his loins. His struggle to free himself was a loss, once both pairs of hands held him captive.

Only it wasn’t because he couldn’t overpower his lovers. Trembling beneath the love and fury of their emotions, Nicholaus could only feel. Frozen by the love given to him, he let himself enjoy the sensations of two pairs of soft lips pressing onto his skin, dragging down his face or neck.

He’d grown painfully hard by now. When a hand caressed his erection, he nearly jumped out of his skin. He opened his eyes to see Katarina’s hands treading over his stomach, feeling the ripples of his abs. Krystyna’s palm cupped him.

He blinked, saw Katarina’s ruby red lips moving toward his. Leaning into her, he tasted her lips, sucked in what air he could, finding it full of her luscious scent and the spicy tang of Krystyna’s arousal. Knew that when the two were together, their aromas mingled instantly, remembered just how it used to be when they were younger.

Pulling back from Katarina, he found Krystyna’s teeth working over his flesh, exciting the animal within. “I’ve got to taste you both,” he uttered between kisses.

Katarina’s mouth was velvet soft while Krystyna’s lips upon his neck burned him to the very core.

He stiffened between two sets of skilled hands caressing him, moving over his back, shoulders, down his abs, all while Krystyna kept her hand over his cock. He didn’t want to want them both, knew he needed to stop them, but the weakness in his knees only helped to drag him further into ecstatic lunacy.

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His Reign – Book One of the Opeth Saga OUT NOW!

HisReignJózsi wants to maintain a normal life away from the Opeth pack.  Moving from Hungary to Texas was a big change that he felt was necessary in order to avoid a prophecy that would ultimately make him Alpha of a dying pack, a responsibility he doesn’t want. 

Ilona and Lukina grew up loving Józsi even after he moved away.  Yet the current pack Alpha has gone rogue and begun kidnapping and abusing the younger wolves that remained without mates.  Ilona, becomes his next target and Józsi must return to once again deal with pack politics only to find that his heart misses what it could have.  Can Lukina and Ilona convince him to return to Hungary in order to rule the Opeth pack and mate or will Kiba destroy them in a fit of insanity?

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Looking at her, he captured her mouth with his and sucked in her tongue, playing with it, rolling it around his mouth.

Ilona pressed her body to his, fitting nicely against his hardness before drawing a leg around his and rubbing herself against him.

Lukina’s nimble hands encircled his waist, fingers splaying beneath his shirt.

Józsi shuddered beneath her touch. Lukina’s fingers caressed his body, sending signals straight to his cock. He smelled the liquid pooling between two pairs of lips, drew in their scents.

He pulled back from kissing Ilona and dipped his head to kiss Lukina.

Her lips weren’t as plump as Ilona’s, but still juicy, all the same.

Lukina moaned, arching her body into his, her breasts crashing into his side, arms wrapping around the back of his neck and sliding down over his massive shoulders.

He hoped he could keep this up.

Arching her body against his, he felt every inch of Lukina with his hands.

Ilona flicked her tongue over the curve of his ear. She breathed heavily in his ear.

His knees went weak. How could they both feel so good to him? “Oh god!” Words came out as a harsh whisper. He grabbed Ilona by the shoulders and shoved her down to her knees.

She fell to the ground and reached for his zipper.

He jerked away at first.

“Józsi, why?” Ilona looked up at him, her hair matted and her lips open in a pout.

He looked down at her with soft eyes. The image of her sucking his cock surfaced and made his hard cock ache. His heart wondered how he could love them both, if he loved anyone at all. “How can I please both of you at the same time?”

“You need not worry about that.” Lukina spoke first. “Just love us emotionally. The physical stuff will come into play soon enough.”

He didn’t want to believe in the emotional attachment. It had been so long since he’d had an emotional attachment to anyone that he’d almost forgotten how.

It was a struggle between his mind and his heart again. He didn’t know what to do. But he quickly realized it didn’t matter.

Ilona’s hand brushed over his cock and he twitched beneath his pants. She reached for the zipper, slowly tugging it down, down until his cock was free. His cock fell forward, proudly jutting outward.

She wrapped nimble fingers around it and began licking it like a lollipop.

Józsi shuddered, his nerves on edge from her mouth on his cock and Lukina’s tongue in his ear. Hair stood up on the back of his neck, trembles started low in his belly and branched outward to his knees.

He felt Lukina’s fingers tangle in his hair, catching loose strands of hair from his ponytail. She took a handful of hair and tugged his head backward, exposing the chorded muscle of his neck. Licking his neck, she swirled her tongue around in circles.

Sensations shot through his body from both women.

“Let me love you,” Ilona begged, her lips sealing around his cock while she spoke.

“And let me love you too.” Lukina’s mouth latched onto his neck rapaciously.

He couldn’t think. Physical response took over, pushing out all other thoughts. Shoving away the desire to evade the prophecy, the people or the pack. Unadulterated lust consumed him. Compulsion to bury himself inside her warmth drove his actions.

Gripping his cock in one hand, he pulled it from Ilona’s mouth. “Get on the ground,” he commanded in a raspy voice.

Ilona giggled.

In an instant, Lukina moved from his side to Ilona’s.

Ilona sat on the ground, leaning back on her hands, spreading her long legs apart.

Lukina’s mouth sealed over Ilona’s.

Józsi took his cock and pumped himself a few times, feeling the satiny steel erection already slick with precum and Ilona’s saliva. Kneeling beside Ilona, he took her face in his hands and brought his mouth down on hers with fervor. Sinking his tongue between her lips, he embraced the feeling of her hands around his shoulders. Tension escaped him as her fingers massaged his aching muscles.

A second pair of hands found his mane, stroking his hair, comforting him. Setting him at ease. He opened his eyes briefly to see Ilona’s voluptuous body glowing a grayish white color. Warmth filled his veins.

“Take your pants completely off, silly!” Ilona pressed her lips to his chest.

Lukina continued licking his ear, flicking her tongue against the soft skin.

Ilona reached for his cock, gripping him with warm, nimble fingers. She began pumping him.

He arched his body forward and a blissful moan escaped his lips.

Fingers tousled his hair, ran down his chest. Someone reached for the hem of his shirt and lifted it over his head. Discarding his shirt, he watched Lukina’s mouth attach to one nipple.

Ilona’s fingers caressed his chest, starting from his neck and running down his stomach before taking his cock in hand again.

His stomach trembled, tremors racing throughout his body. The pungent scent of both women’s arousal filled his nose, sex heavy in the air.

She gave him a few pumps. “I want this inside me,” she begged.

Unable to think, he leaned forward, aching to give her what she wanted.

Her mouth sealed around his cock, heat engulfing him. Fingers traced patterns over his spine, sending more shivers throughout his body.

Lukina’s hands caressed his hair, tugging, brushing through his long thick hair. Relaxation set in slowly as desire kicked in full steam.

Ilona sucked him slowly, her tongue flicking over his head like a candy cane. She drew him in deeper and deeper until she’d sucked him all the way to the hilt. His balls rested heavy on her chin.

A hand snaked under his cock to caress his shaved balls.

He groaned, balling his fists in the air.

Fingernails ran across his sensitive skin.

His hips jerked forward, his mind barely processed Lukina’s fingers holding his sac.

Lukina took his hands and pulled them behind him.

Nails dug into his wrists, exiting him further. His balls drew up against his skin.

Ilona moaned, sending vibrations over his cock and throughout his body.

“Are you going to let me fuck you?” he groaned through gritted teeth.

Ilona withdrew his cock from her mouth with a loud pop and laughed. “Of course, but you’ve got to give me something.”

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#Blog Tour for the Bad Boy of #Romance

Yup, this is more finality for the tour dates!  Plus I needed the SEO LOL!

July 2Cover for Endangered, my Red Sage Paranormal Menage Romance7th – Deneale’s Blog!
July 29th – Decadent 1NS Blog
July 29 – Ashlynn Monroe – HA!  Backwards!
July 30 – Gemma’s World
July 30 – Ashlynn Monroe
August 2nd – Jessica Subject
August 5th – Tara Lain’s place
August 8th – Suzanne Johnson (Talking  Paranormal Romance)
August 10th – Tina Donahue‘s place
August 14th – Skylar Kade
August 15th – Desmond Haas
August 20th – Cerise Deland
August 26th – Kathy Fawcett
September 9th  – The Writers Challenge
September 12th – Laura Kaye’s place
September 17th – Cindy Spencer Pape’s slot for Naughty Author Chicks!
October  4th – Chrissy Szarek – Paula’s Craving and more
October 6th – Kate Hill’s Halloween Hop
October 8th – Nine Naughty Novelists (Pushing ENDANGERED and Torn to Pieces
October 12th – Romance Junkies
December 2nd – Jessica Subject (she REALLY likes me!)
December 4th – Liz Crowe

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.”

New Sizzler Editions site LIVE!

1boundaftermidnight1600x2400Sizzler Editions, a/the premier publisher of erotic eBooks since 1998, announces a new site for erotic literature junkies to access their catalog of 1500 titles, sizzlereditions.com. [http://sizzlereditions.com]
Built on a new, more flexible, platform with additional layers of subcategories, the new Sizzler Editions site features the ability to find related books by theme and series. Next to each book cover, readers will see convenient tabs featuring the book’s description, direct purchase links and other information. The updated site also incorporates video trailers for featured Sizzler Edition titles, and expanded Author bio pages.
Of the new site, Publisher Jean Marie Stine says, “Perhaps the biggest change is the fact that we no longer host and sell books ourselves. Readers will instead find a links, which take them directly to a book’s Amazon, Barnes & Noble, or iBooks page.
“At the redesigned Sizzler Editions site, readers can not only easily find  the book they like, but they can buy it from their preferred vendor in a new tab  and have it downloaded instantly into their ebook reading device without ever leaving the Sizzler Editions site.  It’s a win-win for both readers and for us!” 

Stine reveals that the site is continuing to add improvements above and beyond the update unveiled April 2, 2013. “The new site is still very much a work in progress. We will add audio interviews with our authors, include even more features to enhance the visitor’s search experience and more titles from new erotic authors are always being added to our catalog!”Debut releases at the new site include bestselling bondage author, Powerone’s new Cold War spy shocker, Slave of the Kremlin, two novellas of paranormal romance by Sarah Bella, author of Bound by Blood, and a first-ever collection of Herotica editor Marcy Sheiner’s stories, Love & Other Illusions. Also scheduled for release in the coming weeks are Love’s Storm by Margie Church and K. B. Cutter, the second installment of their controversial trilogy about polyamory, plus a new collection of erotic science fiction stories, Skin Effect, by M. Christian. Coming soon to Sizzler Editions are the first of three books books by sexologist Amy Marsh reporting back on Love’s Outer Limits, and new books by Terri Pray, David Jewell and other bestselling authors.

Bookmark sizzlereditions.com now, and start exploring the new features rolled out in the first phase of the update, and  be sure to come back for the official grand reopening on May 1st, when there will be free eBooks, special prizes and other delights.
About Sizzler Editions:
Sizzler Editions is one of the leading ebook publishers of erotica on the internet. Sizzler issued their first ebooks in 1998, and since that time have published over 1500 ebooks books. As of 2013, Sizzler Editions has more than 1,300 erotic ebooks available for sale, and a growing list of new titles.
Sizzler Editions prides itself on presenting the finest in erotica for every sexual interest and orientation. Sizzler Editions imprints include Intoxication (Erotic Romance), Submission (Bondage and BDSM), Attraction (GLBT Erotica), Scorcher (Hot & Hetero), Hot Flash (Short & Collections), Encounter (SciFi and Fantasy), Sexerience (Nonfiction), HerSelf (Women’s Erotica), Platinum (All-Time Best Sellers), Victoria (Erotic Classics), Bounty (Bargain Omnibuses), and Thrill (Mystery & Adventure).
FOR MORE INFORMATION, CONTACT:

Sascha Illyvich
Editor – Intoxication line:  Erotic Romance
wolfprinceeditor@gmail.com

Sizzler Editions
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Berkeley CA 94705

5 Questions and Answers

More fun with Bound After Midnight

1boundaftermidnight1600x2400If you haven’t picked up this awesome powerhouse anthology you’re missing out on some of the hottest kinky paranormal romance to date!   I’m taking time to talk about the book today,  from the perspective of an editor.

Honestly, when you push authors to write something that’s pretty much a guaranteed sale, what does that mean to them?  From my perspective as an author I need only a few guidelines.  Genre, flavor (m/m, m/f, etc) and word count.

The character of Solan was more like a lost soul/warrior but the archetype (remember those of you who took my classes) that really stood out in the end was his need to conquer.  Himself, his land, his situation, his destiny.  Without a clear vision, our wandering samurai (ask about that!) had no direction other than to fight until he died.

There was a part of me who realized he needed something deeper and when I figured out what that was, who his match was based on people I know, I found a heroine easily.  Katherine, vampire, lover, submissive to only the one who could own her, would be a perfect match for our wandering warrior.

In the story she does give off clues of awareness of her part in his destiny but he’s so blinded by what he can see that he misses the obvious until Katherine’s life is at stake, literally.

Yes, if you’re reading this and we went to high school together, you know EXACTLY who I based Katherine off of.

I’m rather proud of the story and happy to be sharing space next to two of my authors at Sizzler Editions.

Pick up Bound After Midnight at

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Mistress Kitty – Tales of FemDomme Romance

Mistress Kitty 2012Another  updated cover on a book that got lost after rights were returned was Mistress Kitty, originally “Mistress Kitty and Trent” from a previous publisher.

The stories that launched Sascha Illyvich’s career as a master of BDSM erotica. Follow the adventures of Miss Kitty and her submissive, Trent, through humiliation, punishment, training and on straight through to ecstasy. This powerful collection, available for the first time in a deade, includes such Kitty and Trent tales as So Help Me, Mistress!, Sex Swing, School Marm, Trust, A Sensual Seduction, Playtime, Spanking Trent, Just Who’s in Control, Anyway?, and more than a dozen other contemporary classics. “A Powerful Look at Female Domination!” That’s how Sensual Reviews describes the work of Sascha Illyvich. From the author they call “The Bad Boy of Romance.”

Of note, the newer cover to the right- best represents the way I tried to capture a D/s couple.  From the very beginning, Mistress Kitty was a sweet, seductive dominant with an evil streak a mile wide!  Trent, looking for something deeper, finds it in the lovely curvaceous body of a Female Dominant all while learning to serve and discover his true place in this world.

This cover has actually gone through a few incarnations.  One that  never made it because the artist was killed by a raging pack of wolves during a coke deal she’d been trying to arrange with the Colombians.  Rumor has it Spetsnaz were involved too…

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Very first cover for Mistress Kitty and Trent – a book I cannot ever escape

The book was actually a tribute to Mistress Kitty’s inspiration, stories spanning the entire year or so of a relationship ending in hopefully a romantic manner fit for a D/s couple.  Originally debuting on Males In Slavery Stories, with an occasional piece thrown on Celebrate Male Submission, these tales differ from the traditional BDSM stories in that the romance is much more important AND is shown more  from the point of view of both characters.

This book was accepted by eXtasy books at the same time Sizzler Editions (then Renessaince E-books) published “Sensualities” and the cover goes WAY back to the early days of ebooks.

Another cover was fashioned for the Amazon/Fictionwise crowd featuring those who prefer a more censored cover.  I liked it least of all because of the clothing option but what can you do?

How about an excerpt?

Thirty minutes later, Trent lay naked atop her bed, bound with silk scarves.  His own anxieties had been masked by his arousal and Kitty’s seduction.  She had coaxed him free of his clothes while she remained dressed.  The thought of being naked before a sexy, clothed woman was enough of a turn on.  One of his fantasies, in fact.  The bondage thing was different, and he was afraid, just a little.  She was a stranger, after all.

Kitty came sauntering into the room, glancing down at Trent’s body.  His cock was large, thick and full for her.  She felt the thrill of seduction coarse through her veins and the smile across her face was hard to conceal as she played her role of Mistress.

“What do you want?”

Her breath fell on his ear and his cock strained upwards.

“Tell me, what do you want?” she whispered again.

Trent said nothing.  He sighed and strained his arms against his bonds, but Kitty had him bound pretty well.  He was surprised, but silent.

“Close your eyes,” she said.  Kitty produced a feather from behind her and ran it over Trent’s stomach.  He tried not to laugh, but he was ticklish.  The feather grazed over his chest, his face, back down his torso and finally, over his cock.  Kitty seemed pleased with his body’s reaction as his cock pulsed for her.

He was a magnificent creature.  Would he submit to her?  Just for tonight, would he be that hungry for her?  The look on his face, even with his eyes closed said yes.  Every muscle in Trent’s body was tight with anticipation, the same feeling Kitty had when she was first bound, tied and teased, and a glance at his cock made her smile.

She reached down for his cock, gave him a stroke and listened to him breathe.  She slapped his thigh to break his concentration and his eyes shot open.

“Shh,” she said.  Kitty did something out of role for a test.  She freed one of his hands, lowered her lips over his and kissed him.  He was reticent at first, but went willingly as she stroked his cock with one hand.  It was like his body was giving in, but his mind resisted.

“Savor,” she said when she pulled away from the kiss.

Trent nodded, eyes still closed.

“Your mind won’t let you see that you want me because you’re bound.” She said in a calm voice, “but what do you want?”

Now it was Trent’s time to speak.  He was sure she wouldn’t hurt him, but the slap on his thigh made him question her.  His cock ached to be inside her, his hands needed to be all over her body.  His needs drove him to thrust his hips upwards towards her hands, but she kept them just out of reach of his cock.  Trent began to sweat; he licked his lips and parted them to speak, but nothing came out.  His body was in shock.

“Tell me, what do you want?” she said, this time her voice was strained and dispassionate.  Kitty took his cock in her hand gently, stroked him slowly just a few times before waiting for his response.

Still silent, his erection throbbed in her hand.  His body was comfortable, but his mind felt trapped, constrained.  What was wrong with him?

“Your mind won’t let you see that you want me,” she whispered.  Kitty stood and released his cock.  The warmth from his body had gone, but his arousal still remained.  Trent had no idea what was wrong with him, other than the fact that he wanted badly to fuck this woman, to release everything to her and keep his hands on her curves.

“Watch me,” she said.

Kitty walked over to the stereo, turned it on and music came from the speakers.  She started to sway her hips, sensually.  Trent’s eyes followed her hips.  He watched her remove her top inch by inch, exposing cream colored flesh against the soft hues of candlelight.  She caressed her breasts, taking one in each hand and giving it a gentle squeeze.

“You can’t touch me just yet,” she said.

“I want to.”

“You don’t get it.  This is for me,” Kitty growled.

“You’re an insatiable woman.”

“And you’re a bad boy.”  Kitty smiled, she had Trent where she wanted him until he flashed a cheeky grin.

Trent frowned.

“That’s my little devotee,” she said.  Her movements continued until she’d slipped her hands over her hips.  His gaze followed over her and he seemed to be devouring her every inch of bared flesh.

She stepped closer, leaned over him and let her hair fall over his skin before pressing her breasts to his.  His chest was warm to her touch.  She knew exactly what he was feeling because he was fire to her cool.  “What do you want?”

Trent wasn’t able to resist much more.  Even the failures that held him back mentally couldn’t stand the amount of desire rushing through his body for this woman.  The voice insides his head kept telling him to speak up, tell her of his desires.  Submit.

“Fuck me,” he said.

“That’s what I wanted to hear.”  Kitty pulled off her skirt, revealing her naked figure.  She picked up a foil packet, ripped it open and sheathed Trent’s engorged organ.

“Now, just follow my lead.”

Trent nodded.

“You may not come until I tell you to.”

Trent started to protest but her lips had already engulfed him.  Heat warmed his cock, made him feel at home, at ease.

Kitty untied his other hand.  She sealed her lips over his.  She felt full as she sank down on him repeatedly.  His cock brushed over her clitoris when it slipped out and she made a crying sound from the pleasure.

Trent ran his fingers through her smothered them in her brownish blonde hair.  He almost felt like he was being fucked by Lady Godiva as her hair fell over her body and his, each strand a different sensation on his skin.

She gripped his shoulders, raked her fingernails across his chest and tried not to let go so quickly, but her orgasm were always so powerful when the males she was with knew how to take directions.

Trent lay beneath her, bucking and thrusting inside her until she’d slammed down just as hard against him.  The sounds of flesh against flesh echoed throughout the room, drowning out music.  Sweat covered Kitty’s brow as she cried aloud and fell forward over Trent’s body.

He couldn’t help it; her orgasmic clenches around his cock had brought him near the edge.  He was almost to that point when she reminded him that he was not to come just yet.

“We’re not finished yet,” she said with a sigh.

Trent didn’t know what to expect yet, so he kept still.  Her heat wasn’t just warmth, it was scotching fire that made him weak.  His knees trembled as she sat atop him.

Slow, steady movements of her hips had him clenching the sheets with his fists.  Even his toes had curled up from the pleasure.

Kitty fell forward, pressed against him.  She couldn’t help but move for her own pleasure, but she sat up and lifted her arms above her head, swayed her head to one side and let her hair fall over her face.  Her breasts swung full in tune with her increased rhythmic rocking until she was on her way to another orgasm, followed by two more.

Trent finally grabbed her hips and thrust upwards while holding her in place.  She tried to resist but passion took control from her dominant sense and she found herself urging him to fuck her.

It didn’t take but a moment for him to explode inside her with such a fury that he’d dug his fingernails into her thighs.  She cried out from the pain and was rewarded with the pain and joys of one final orgasm at the same time as his.

God, he felt so good.  Repeatedly filling her up, taking her visual cues and mental dominance, he would be such a perfect submissive.  He could fill the gap in her life until she’d figured out what to do.

Kitty pressed against his chest and started to let her body drift off to sleep, but Trent stirred.

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“I know this seems a little awkward, Kitty, but would you mind if I stayed the night?”

“Well, you did come in my car.  What about work in the morning?”

“It’s Saturday.  I figured my depression would have compelled me to do something incredibly stupid, so I wouldn’t be in anyway.”  Did he just do something incredibly stupid? 

“Mind if I pry?”

“I’m not really depressed.  Lonely.”  He paused, “or I was until tonight anyway.”

“It’s all right.  I understand.  I felt that way earlier.”

“Yeah, I saw those two college students.”

“They were babies.  I couldn’t have brought them back home.”

“I understand.  It’d be robbing the cradle.”

Kitty laughed.  “You shit!  I am not that old.”

“You’re old enough for me.” Trent grinned.

“Hush boy.  What time is it?” Kitty reached over Trent and turned the clock back over.  It was after twelve thirty.

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“Would you be a doll and fetch me a glass of water, Trent?”  Kitty rolled onto her side and stroked Trent’s smooth chest with her fingernail.

“Sure, where at?”  Trent slid off the bed and stood up, his hard body outlined by the soft light from the hallway.  Kitty looked at him, his eyes still burned with unfinished passion and lust.  Maybe she’d been mistaken, but she’d deal with it in the morning.

“Right cupboard above the sink.”  Kitty turned on a small lamp and rolled over to set her alarm for half an hour later.  She could afford to sleep in tomorrow.

“Okay.  Stay right there, sexy.”

He still flirted with her.  Kitty didn’t want him to leave in the morning, nor did she want to go into work the next day.  She felt a high from earlier that was only topped by Trent’s acceptance of kinky sex.

“Come crawl into bed with me and let’s go to sleep, Trent.”

* * *

The next morning, Kitty dropped Trent off at the parking lot where he left his car and watched him walk away.  He’d left his card on her seat and told her to call him.  Then he kissed her, sweetly at first until he let the buildup of passion between them simmer and slipped his tongue between her lips, brushing his teeth over her lower lip.  She sucked his tongue into her mouth eagerly, swatted him on the ass and broke their kiss, looking coquettish and sassy at the same time.

“You are a cad,” she giggled.

“You like it.”

“Mmm, I do indeed.”  His low voice hummed in her ear as he nipped her ear.  “Bad boy,” she chided.

“I can’t get enough of you,” he cupped her breast in the palm of his hand and felt her nipple pebble, but Kitty pushed him away.  “More, later.”

A new cover from the older publisher - looks like love IS eternal

A new cover from the older publisher – looks like love IS eternal

“When?”

She took his face in her hands and kissed his forehead.  “Later.  I’ll call you.  Promise.”  Kitty couldn’t believe she wasn’t lying this time.

“I think that’s a good idea.”  His voice was warm, inviting.  Kitty didn’t want to leave exactly, but she had to go to work.

She let him leave.  Annoyance and anxiety filled her at the same time, as did other powerful emotions.  This wasn’t good.

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Happy Holidays from The Bad Boy of Romance

STUCK CoverOfficially, the 17th is my last day in the office for the year for both editing and writing.  I have no desire to do much but read and hang out, catch up on cleaning and chores that have been piling up.  It’s been a long year, not a bad one, but a busy one.

Year in Recap: Taught Male POV for CalWriters Berkeley LIVE for the first time

Frolicon – back to back panels on Saturday, hanging with Cecilia Tan, LaDonna Allison and Barefoot Bill, (smoking on their porch at night talking to LaDonna!)  Also, the Cigar Herf!
DragonCON 2012 – more appearances, more  panels, more Sascha, and more cigar herfing!
New covers posted below!
TesseracT –  Those who followed my journey writing Paula’s Craving understand.
The Gathering – New Album called Disclosure makes me think of a certain Moldovan Pen Pal…we’ve talked more lately.  It’s good to have a reminder of who I am.
Releases, “Treasure’s Gift” “Menage Bound“, “Stuck” and “Dark Sensualities
All the RWA Classes I’ve taught this year, thank you each and every one of you!
My agents of awesomeness, for pulling me off the cliff when I was about to jump – Saritza and Marisa.
My Publicist Deborah Riley Magnus
Mary Hardin-Moore – you’re one simply hell of a fan.
Melissa, you’re awesome sauce.  Thank you for all you do for me at DragonCON
My beta readers, old, new, up coming
TreasuresGiftFinalMedMy publishers
New opportunities
Romily.
Ditter baby!
Waking up every day
I think I reconnected with a part of me I’d buried both as an author and a person.

Bad things -

Fun with coumadin and alcohol: November’s hospital trip
Fun trying to catch a bus and only running maybe 200 meters, resulting in a hospital trip because I’m BACK in goddamn Afib.
Because of a careless asshole from PG&E, I was walking home one night and tripped on a grate, shoving most of my left leg through the tiny circle.  I’m still bruised.
The closing of Grants Tobacconist – This is important because it’s a historical landmark AND I spent a LOT of downtime there.  Thanks for the memories, guys.
Misunderstandings that led to another cliff I almost launched myself from
Waking up every day since the last hospital trip and not knowing what I’m getting up for or why.

Looks like overall the good outweighed the bad.  It tends to do that honestly.  Yeah, some things conflict, oh well. That’s life.

Now, an excerpt for the holidays  from Her Shelter –  An Alexandria Rayne treat

“Damnit!”
A few moments later, Reinhold made his way downstairs, dressed sans collar. He wanted to make a statement to Crissy. He was not to be taken lightly. He was a wolf.
She was a human. Powerful or not, she was the weaker one.
Moments later, he leaned against the granite countertop, sipping a cup of coffee before pouring his owner one. Smelling Crissy’s scent mixed in with the peppery aroma of the winter outside, he picked up the cup of coffee and blew on it, letting the steam waft towards his face. Crissy came in through the swinging doors, her lips pursed in a thin line. Dressed in black hip-hugging jeans, black socks and a grey shirt that had a large skull across her breasts, she wore her hair tied back. It was still damp like his.
Picking up the cup of coffee, he handed it to her.
She accepted it without a word. Taking a long sip, she set the cup down on the countertop and looked him in the eye.
For a minute, neither said a word. Their gazes locked with him feeling the intensity of her stare. Goddess, how he thought her eyes were the most beautiful he’d ever seen. darksens_sascha_2She’d

hidden so much of herself from him in the last several weeks since they’d been together, yet he picked up everything unspoken because she couldn’t look at him without giving a part of herself away.
“Is my collar not good enough for you?” She interrupted the silence.
Lifting his head, his eyes widened. “It’s fine.”
“Then why aren’t you wearing it?” She tapped her neck.
“It needed to dry. And you need—” He stopped. Closing his eyes, he searched for the words. Inhaling her scent, he picked up on the addition of cayenne. She was clearly annoyed with him.
“I need what, Reinhold?”
He opened his eyes to see her arms folded across her chest.
Returning to his coffee, he said nothing.
She stepped forward and put a finger in his chest. “What do I need?”
“Skip it,” he growled in response. The wolf inside of him let his ears lay flat across his head, a show of annoyance.
“No,” she argued. “What is it you so desperately think I need that you’d mention it not once, but twice? Tell me. I’d like to know.” She stepped back and crossed her arms over her chest again.
Looking down the line of her body, he resisted the urge to lick his lips in front of her. Reinhold didn’t want her having any advantage over him now. His body was already begging for another taste of hers, another touch, another kiss. His heart ached at the lack of contact but he mentally told himself to shut the fuck up.
“I’m waiting.” She tapped her foot.
Reinhold met her gaze. Something flashed in her eyes that looked like sorrow or some other sad emotion. Suddenly, it clicked in his mind. Crissy was scared and feeling a little protective. He wasn’t sure why, but her actions no longer seemed assholish. They reminded him of his own defensive manoeuvres.
He cleared his throat. “You’re—” He stopped, studying her. She stood with her shoulders back, breasts jutting forward and her chin out. The challenging glare in her eyes sparked the attention of the wolf inside him.

Still, Reinhold tamped the beast down. If he was to be a successful alpha, he would have to stop going off on people as though they were stupid.
Crissy wasn’t stupid. She just acted that way as a defensive move.
“I’m what?” She tilted her head to one side.
“You’re beautiful,” he spoke in a low tone. Reaching for her hair, he touched her, the soft strands slipping through his fingers.
An eyebrow rose. “I didn’t expect that.” Her voice was gravelly, diffused.
“What did you expect?” Reinhold sipped his coffee, smiling as he looked over the rim of his mug at her.
“I expected to be told what a bitch I’ve been. Not that I care, but it’s what everyone says.”
He smirked. “Even your sisters?”
Crissy nodded. “Yeah. Well, not in so many words. Lynne thinks I need to open up and get out more. She thinks I lack contact with others. I told her others bore me. Others do not thrill me.”
“You want someone dangerous and exciting, don’t you?”
She smiled. “Yeah,” she let the word drag on as a smile crept up her face.
“It’s why you want me.”
She frowned.
Setting his cup down on the counter, he took hers from her and poured another cup for her. “Why the frown?”
“I don’t like being analysed.” She spoke matter-of-factly.
He snickered. “Fine. Let’s play twenty questions then.”
She grinned, her lips turning upwards into a smile that actually made his heart flutter. “You’re cute.”
“Question one, why the attitude problem?”
“See?” She set a hand on her hip. “Already a bad start.”
He shot her a wry grin. “Masochistic tendencies?”
She sipped her coffee and smiled. “Yup, you’re cute.”

“You love it.” His smile was sincere. Reinhold licked his lips and took a step closer. Determined to get what he wanted, a physical release, he made sure to keep his posture somewhat submissive.
“Next question?”
“Why do you always insist on making me submit? It’s against my nature as a wolf.” He touched her shoulder.
She flinched. A moment later, she eased into his hand. “Because you’re mine. All wolves are mine and will submit to me.”
“Hmm.” He bent over her, scenting for arousal. “I could kill you though. If I let my human form drop in mid-fuck, the pain would tear you apart.”
“I’m pretty resistant that way.” She smirked.
“True.” He nodded. “But you hope I’d never do that to you. Doubt is always in the back of your mind. Isn’t it?”
“Is that question three?” she frowned.
His lips hung just in front of hers. He smelled the coffee, rich black cocoa mixed in with her natural aromas. Gone were the spicy scents from earlier which had been replaced by roses. “Odd, you smell of roses.”
A blonde eyebrow rose. “I do?”
His tongue darted out over her lips. A hand cupped her shoulder and pulled her closer. “Yes. You do.” He purposely let his canines extend.
She jerked back, but the defiant gaze in her eyes reappeared. “You’re trying to frighten me?”
A smile crept over his lips. He shook his head. “Why would I do that? I’m trying to seduce you.” His voice dropped a notch. Fangs in his mouth lengthened.
Her hands went to his sides. Sliding up the length of his body, she captured his face in her hands and pressed her lips into his.
Reinhold tasted the coffee along with her supple lips.
Nibbling on his lower lip, she suckled and flicked her tongue over the contours of his mouth before pulling back from the kiss.
He made a noise and let his fingers tangle in her baby fine hair. Grabbing a handful, he tugged her mouth away and dragged his teeth along the smooth edge of her jaw, making sure to nip and nibble frequently.
Her body shuddered against his, crushing her breasts into his chest. Her fingers held his head firmly as her mouth worked a trail of kisses up his neck and to his mouth.
Pulling away, Reinhold cocked his head to one side.
“What’s the matter, no longer feeling like the aggressor?” Her voice was a faint whisper.
Snickering, Reinhold shook his head before advancing for another kiss. “No,” he muttered against her mouth, smelling the faint traces of her musky arousal. “Waiting and observing.”
“For what?” Her mouth continued a sensual assault on his, her tongue thrusting past his lips.
Suckling on her tongue, he let her explore his mouth, his body hardening against hers. He’d been letting her control the kiss he’d initiated. Her tongue wrestled his for control until her hands slid down his body, cupping his swollen prick through his jeans. He wanted this, wanted her. But…
He had to wait.
He broke from the kiss. “Impatient, Mistress?”
Panting, Crissy shook her head. “No. Just making sure you’re not trying to top from the bottom again. You’re fun. That shit’s cute with my sister but not with me.” She gave him a grin and turned on her heels to leave. Walking out of the kitchen, she stopped at the door. “And remember, that’s my cock and you’re not to lay a hand on it unless I say so.” With that, she pushed through the door and walked away.
“Damnit!”
At least he’d made her smile and break away from that damned stolid image she’d always put out, even if it was just momentarily.
She’d poked her head back through the door. “One more thing, Reinhold?”
“Yes?” He looked up.
“If you want my collar back, I suggest you do something to earn it, young pup. Bye!” She slipped through the door and was gone.
His mouth dropped. “Lynne didn’t do that! It’s not fair!” Of course, he hadn’t received Lynne’s collar yet. Doubt that he would earn such a treasure filled his mind.
He heard her whistling a tune before footsteps sounded on the stairs.
“Fuck.”
Without his collar, he was just a submissive, not belonging to someone. What the fuck did that matter though? He was a wolf, they didn’t belong. They owned. They conquered,
Fuck the D/s aspect of their relationship. Reinhold knew it had to be that wolves were a gift to the sisters from Diana, but he didn’t have to like it.
Still, the burning pit in his stomach let him know he’d fucked up. Crissy had been the first to offer, but he stupidly forgot to put it back on after he finished his shower. Well, to be honest he didn’t forget. The gesture was done deliberately to spite Mistress Crissy.
The fact was that he was a wolf. He was never a bottom. He was a wolf who had control stripped from him at a young age. Memories of a rough childhood filled his mind, the beatings when others thought he was the weak member of the pack.
In his teenage years, he proved them wrong but was repeatedly told he’d become too aggressive.
When he entered the business world, he’d made sure to study the habits of successful humans. Those humans kept their emotions in check no matter what the perception of others. Those in power were in power for a reason.
Quite simply, they believed they were in power.
He scoffed. Wolves and humans were not so different after all. The realisation that Crissy had offered a piece of herself to him struck him in the gut with enough force to knock the wind out of him. Annoyed that he was actually fighting his baser instinct with his human one, Reinhold spun around and glanced out the window. Snowfall had dusted the tree tops and ground. The strong pull of the forest called to him. So did the call of Diana’s bond with the sisters, the bond that was ultimately a human one.
Clenching his fists, he stormed out of the kitchen. He had to apologise. Had to—
Stopping in his tracks, he realised he had to do something else other than apologise.
Reinhold had to beg his mistress for her collar.
A thousand more thoughts flew through his head. He didn’t know she was offering a permanent collar. Didn’t realise he was never to take it off. He even thought that he could tell her that she made him so hot and bothered that he simply forgot to put it back on after his shower, but ultimately the mistake was his. He’d simply taken the gesture for granted.
It wasn’t hard to do. She did tend to come off as callous and unfeeling much of the time he’d spent with her.
Was that enough to make him miss the grand gesture?
He lowered his head. He didn’t know.
Whatever she’d make him do to earn his collar would be way worse than him having to eat his own cum out of her sweet, delicious pussy.
“Fuck.” He set a hand on the door frame. “Fuck, fuck and more fuck!”

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