First Chapter from Finding Eternity – from Bound After Midnight

1boundaftermidnight1600x2400The ties that bind are not always visible, the universal concept of love, not always seen clearly through the eyes of the wandering traveler.  This is no truer than in the case of Solan, a warrior with an unknown destiny in “Finding Eternity.” Wounded on the battlefield, his rescue by a vampire who yearns to be his proves to be too much for a man with no concept of ownership.

CHAPTER ONE

 

Light from an explosion blinded him. Another detonation rocked the ground beneath him, forcing him to his knees.  Solan gripped the hilt of his sword, pulled it from its sheath and stabbed the ground.  Using the sword for leverage, he forced himself to his feet in time to free the sword and counter the attack coming at him.

His blade connected with the other man’s and rang out, sparks flying.

“You die now, warrior.” Grunting, behemoth swung his blade at Solan.

Solan parried and jumped back.  Eyes narrowed, he focused on the weak spot in his opponent’s armor.  Dressed in leather boots, gauntlets, and clean rust colored armor, the man known simply as an Outsider heaved his sword back.  With one hand, he swung the giant blade at Solan.

Solan jumped away and charged in, swinging his sword across the Outsider’s midsection. He cut into the leather but barely scraped the skin.

The Outsider laughed and struck back, lunging at Solan, fist cocked back.

Solan took the blow to his lungs, wind whooshing out of him.  He swore bone cracked. That wasn’t good.  No hospitals in the area for at least two days journey meant he’d probably have to repair the injury himself, along with other cuts and scrapes he’d acquired in battle.

In rapid fire succession, the Outsider jumped again at Solan, thrusting sword and fist at him.

Solan leapt back and away.  Each time, the Outsider swung, wind from his attacks bit into bite into Solan’s skin.

His strength would only hold up another few minutes at best before the Outsider’s blade cut into him and tore him to pieces.

“I could keep this up,” the Outsider swung again, “for hours.  My strength is legendary.  If you’d left well alone after I brutally killed that petty human, you wouldn’t be in this position.”

Solan said nothing as he blocked the sword coming at his head.  Straining, he parried the blade away and countered with an attack of his own.

The Outsider stopped his advance, held up his free hand. Thick fingers curled and uncurled, a white ball of light formed and hovered above his palm.  Soundless energy swept up into a point, making the air crackle. Solan saw his chance.

The Outsider cocked his fist back and started to throw the light.

Solan ducked, barely missing the strike before he thrust his sword up, catching the Outsider below his ribs.  “Victory will be mine.”

Surprise slowly spread across the Outsider’s face.  He coughed blood and looked down at the new wound in his chest with wide eyes.

“You cannot heal that wound.  This blade is made from special iron and has been blessed by the Goddess Herself.  This battle,” Solan withdrew his blade, “is over.”

The ball of light dissipated into glimmers of light, disappearing and the Outsider fell to his knees, blood dripping down his chin.  Solan had cracked ribs and his blade punched through the attacker’s body completely.  Solid metal pierced the lung, silencing the wounded man.

The Outsider swung one last time.

Too close to deflect the blow with his weapon, Solan spun away in attempt to catch the blade in his weak arm.

The tip of the blade caught him, tearing deep in his flesh.

He grit his teeth, wiped sweat from his brow and looked around, scanning the barren land.  Several hundred yards from where he stood, an army made its way through what used to be lush forest and crystal clear streams.

Now, only soot and gunpowder filled the air.  The blue skies had turned gray, the ground empty, devoid of life.

Another explosion landed near him, sending him flying several feet back.  Mortar and shells fired off in rapid succession as the invaders sieged the lands and pushed back the humans attempting to defeat what Solan knew as otherworldly beings.

He had to get away.  The wound on his arm was one of many he’d acquired.

He’d lost a lot of blood.  Only dedicated skill had saved his life.  The Outsider had him outweighed by at least a good hundred pounds of solid muscle.  His skill, speed and strength combined had him in Solan’s face so using his whip remained impossible.

Two attackers forced him to leave behind his short sword.  He’d pinned them to a tree.  If he pulled the blade, they’d heal. If he left it in, they’d die in hours.

By a miracle, he still breathed.

His lungs burned inhaling smoke and death, his eyes stung, sweat ran down his forehead.  He reached into one of his kilt pockets, pulled out a rag and tore it into strips.  With difficulty concentrating, he tied the makeshift bandage around his arm.

His stomach grumbled.  He hadn’t eaten in two days.  The last village he passed through had been terribly impoverished. His warrior’s code wouldn’t let him take from those with less.

Silence echoed loudly around him, indicating the army had long moved on from this front, Solan found himself left alone with only his thoughts.

“No cut too deep,” he took a step forward.  Then another.  Dirt and gravel crunched beneath his boots.  “No road too long.  No wind too hard…”  The words came out by rote, a chant he’d heard ever since coming to consciousness one day. Strain in his voice became apparent.

Nothing around the desolate battlefield could sustain him.  With darkness setting soon, his only respite would be sleep, if he could find shelter.

The war between humans and the Other raged endlessly.

When he awoke to find the palace he called home ablaze, he knew only one thing.  Find safety, then regroup.  He’d been on the road so long that safety was no longer a priority.  He’d soon discovered the world was in a chaotic state.  The Others tried to conquer the humans, and the balance of power shifted often.

He supposed in the end, he was his own side.

Solan had to survive; he had a destiny to fulfill.

His vision blurred.  Something dug into his uncovered knees and cut his skin.

Someone yelled.

Solan realized it was his scream permeating the air.

Tears streaked down his cheeks. Failure was not an option as long as blood flowed through his veins and his heart beat.  What he wouldn’t give to end his loneliness.

Someone, something, in the air flew toward him.  A figure.  He could only make out slender features in the fog and mist before the ground came at him too quickly and he saw black.

* * * *

Something wet and warm slid across his forehead, bringing him back from unconsciousness.  Solan didn’t move, but he opened his senses.  The softness of pillows and blankets cradled his body.

“No night too dark.”

Dripping water pulled his attention to his left, before warmth of a washcloth brushed over his forehead again.

“No road too long.”

Those words.

The voice was feminine, soft, with a foreign lilt that sounded sweet to his ears.

“No wind too strong.”

A washcloth.  Reality intruded the dull haze he’d been in as muscles ached and he let out a groan.

Carefully, he opened his eyes.

“You’re awake.”

Blurred vision gave way to reveal the face of an angel.

Or a demon.

Midnight blue hair hung straight, framing an oval face. Ruby red lips meant for easing the suffering of man caused him to harden.

Her eyes seemed lifeless at first glance.

Solan stared harder into the pools of her irises, found himself sinking slowly into the depths of Krylon blue before shaking himself out of a trance.

Pain sliced through his limbs.

“Be careful.  I’ve given you something for the pain, but,” she ran a hand through her hair and he imagined what it would feel like to tangle his fingers in her long locks.

She smiled, showed tiny fangs.

He gasped, “You’re a,” he tried to move, agonizing pain cut through him. He clenched his teeth, the warrior in him refusing to scream.

Her brows furrowed together.  “Yes, warrior.  I am the undead.”

“Where did you learn those words?”

“I don’t know,” she set a washcloth back in the basin.  “They have been in my head for many years now.  I cannot remember a time when I didn’t think of them. Why do you ask?”

Solan closed his eyes.  “No reason.”

Her arm brushed against his, sending a jolt of arousal coursing through him.  Again, he grunted, more in frustration at not being able to move or react, than anything else.

“This will sting a bit, but it’s necessary to change the dressings on your shoulder.  The cuts are very deep and we had to replace a lot of what you lost.”

His eyes widened.

“No,” she shook her head, “Not with our blood.  There are willing humans who donate to us as we require in return for our protection.  The damage to your body was so great that our herbs would not cure you.”

The first time in ages he’d talked to someone who wasn’t trying to kill him and she had to be a vampire.  What did that say of his life?  “I see.”  He inhaled slowly, careful not to send another shock of pain through his system.  Exhaling was slightly more comfortable.

“When I found you, I tried to heal you with magic but the wounds wouldn’t close.  Something bad…”

“An Outsider.”  He turned his head to look at the basin and remove her pretty face from his sight.

“Yes.”  She picked up something metal, he caught the gleam of candlelight reflecting off it.  “You’re not-“

Two fingers pressed against his mouth.  “The razor is sharp.  You have bomb shrapnel in you.  I’m simply going to remove it.”

The contact of her fingers against his lips made his throat dry.  He had to have her despite her being…

“Look away, it will hurt less.”

“You don’t have medicine to numb me?”

She swiped the knife through a flame, studied the blade at eye level and blinked.  “I do not.”

Eyes wide, Solan jerked against her, sending pain lacing through his body.  His heart skipped a beat.  “You can’t bespell me?”

She shook her head from side to side.  “Sadly, no.”

His eyes met hers and he found himself getting lost in her gaze, yet it wasn’t the intentional power of persuasion screaming in his head that stole his focus.  It was just…her.

With careful attention, she brought the knife to his flesh and cut along the injured area.

Solan stared down the line of her body, jerked from the knife cutting and pain, but found he liked the way the purple dress fit her.  Large breasts spilled from the lace top. If he had to guess, the dress reached floor length and tapered at the waist.  He couldn’t move past her breasts.

Her eyes met his and her lips curled up in an appreciative smile.  Then she frowned.

“Ouch,” the sting bit into him, and his arm suddenly felt lighter.

She pulled out the metal and dropped it into a container beside her.  “Just as I suspected.   The Outsider’s blade had magic woven into the folding of steel.”

Solan arched a brow.  “You can detect magic?”

She nodded.  “There are many things not understood about our race, but the humans won’t ask. And the Outsiders seek to control us.”

“What do you want?”

Her face lit up, then a mask concealed her former joyous expression.  “We want the same thing every being wants.  Peaceful days.”

“Can you overpower the Outsiders?”

“We can.  But they outnumber us since our race is dying.”

He’d heard.  The Outsiders sought to rule and blanket the world with chaos.  Humans fought bravely but lost out due to the sheer size and strength of the typical Outsider.  Vampires didn’t appear to be a factor.  “Rumors and legends abound about your kind.”

Again, she nodded, and the light reflected off her pale skin.  Shadows danced over her flesh.  Solan swore he saw demons running over her skin but then again, he could be hallucinating.

“The spell works to slow down the opponent upon drawing blood.  It’s as though weight is added to compound the severity of your injuries.  The mind cannot process the additional weight so fast, so you end up spent before your much larger opponent.”

Slowly, Solan let out a deep breath.  “No wonder he seemed so much faster.”

“I am Katherine, by the way.”  She threaded a needle and began stitching the wound in his arm.  “Most of your other wounds I can heal with magic if you will allow.  For now, you should rest.”

Solan started to protest but the pinch of her needle stopped him.  His stomach grumbled.

“I have no doubt a fierce warrior like you needs provisions.  I shall see to it that you are fed.  Right now, we’re hoping the blood we gave you remains in your system.”

He cocked a brow.  “My body could reject your blood?”

“While our magic is strong, our knowledge of medicines and the human body is…lacking.”  Her voice dropped.  Katherine looked away.

Though it pained him, Solan lifted his left arm, grit his teeth and touched her cheek.

He had no idea her skin would be so soft.

Running the pad of his thumb along her jaw line, he turned her face toward him.  “I can only thank you for your kindness. If I can do…”

Katherine smiled.  “Your kindness is all I ask, warrior.  Do you…” she set a hand on his chest lightly, “have a name?”

Heat warmed him, hardened him.  Despite his wounds, intense desire coursed through him for Katherine.  A warrior’s name was something to share exclusively with trusted company.  Right now, Solan felt like he could trust her, even if she was one of the walking dead.  He closed his eyes, evened his breathing and enjoyed the warmth settling around him.

“Solan.”

“Very well, Solan.  I shall love you back to full health.”

The last thing he heard was the sound of her breathing before sleep overtook him.

To read more AND find out what worlds authors Bonni Sansom and Margie Church delved into,

Purchase BOUND AFTER MIDNIGHT from Sizzler Editions

Nights of Lust Book 1: Endangered – Off to Submissions!

eroticdream2834841.jpgHey Readers,

I wanted to share my latest update.  Separated Self is off with my fantastic beta reader, but I’ve finally put Endangered in the shape I want it in to submit to bigger houses.  Aiming for a few really high quality houses, so hopefully my synopsis is tight, characters compelling and storyline intriguing enough that I’ll have a bidding war!

Suppose we could start off some of the fun with character profiles, so very soon I’ll start doing basic interviews with the characters maybe?

Share some sexy excerpts perhaps?

A little history?

That I can do now.  About ten years ago I’d been contacted by a lovely author friend who said she was opening her own publishing house . At the time, the rate of new house failures wasn’t so high due to the fact that only a handful of E-houses existed AND e-books hadn’t really come into their own as a solid medium to read.  Vampires were just picking up, Underworld the movie had just come out and she’d asked me for a bdsm, femdomme paranormal romance.  I could make the heat level as hot as I wanted, do pretty much what I wanted and submit the story.

A novel was born. Book One of the Nights of Lust series.  I’d created a damaged hero, a Savior queen and her lover with interesting pasts, wrote and edited the book in about three months, topping it at around 85k.

Marie accepted the submission and we got the ball rolling.  Cover art came out, but e-book sales were still low and eventually Venus Press faded, folded and died.  I hear the other owner died from an accident with an assault rifle. Seems her AK fell on her foot, broke it, but fired off a bullet that ricocheted off the washing machine, turning it on while knocking over the detergent.  Well with the broken foot, said gun owner couldn’t get out, and eventually drowned, reverting all our rights back to us LOL!

Or that’s what I heard anyway.

At any rate, I subbed the first novel to one large house back in 2009, and it had ONLY been rejected because it was a reprint and they wanted new material from me. So, you folks will eventually get Stalker once Marisa sells it!

In the meantime, a new novel in the Nights of Lust series, ENDANGERED, has arisen out of the smoke and flames, ready for submission to bigger venues!  I’m looking forward to bringing you this tale of lust, love and redemption!

 

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Question for Readers on BDSM and Stories

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Working on ENDANGERED and Separated Self, I realized that the books started out with obvious D/s when I brought in Livia and forced her onto Josef.  Not that she needed forcing, heh heh.

The thing I realized early on is that the plot encompassed the D/s dynamic but only briefly.  There were still villains who interrupted what would normally be a natural order of things, IF Josef would submit to his Vampire Queen and IF she weren’t…having issues of her own in the second full length novel.

I’ve somehow created a poly relationship of sorts with the characters in the Nights of Lust series.

Here’s the breakdown (which will go on the Novels in Progress page soon)

Nights of Lust – A small group of unlikely heroes faces an entire Criminal Organization for the fate

of the World while discovering true love.

Endangered - As a rogue cop, Josef Staganov is attempting to bring down The Syndicate, a large crime organization wreaking havoc on San Francisco.  Sensing his imminent death, he swears to take them out and provide just a little more safety to this world until they get him hooked on the dangerous drug LS-13 that’s being pushed on the streets turns him into an addict.

For the last few hundred years, vampire Livia Illona and her lover have sought after the man who can renew her soul, finally settling on his signal in America.  Becoming The Queen of the Night, she ruled over San Francisco until The Syndicate forced her into smaller and smaller territory.  Finding Josef became a blessing in disguise as power combined would help her with her true immediate goal, the reclaiming of her lover’s son.

Can she pull him out of his suicidal phase to show him his true power and convince him to help her recover Isabella’s son, or will The Syndicate win this round and continue spreading their violent ways?

Separated Self – Unable to deal with his new found powers, Josef must venture to Hungary in order to learn from the oldest wolf pack in the world.  Through violence, pack upheaval disrupts the flow of life, bringing a new enemy to the pack and forcing Josef to grow even faster.

In her continued struggle, Kissa finds a hero in Josef and a lover once it’s made clear that his rightful place is Alpha of her pack.  Only she senses the true power in his heart, but his destructive behavior confuses her until a surprise voice helps guide them back to America to resume the fight.

Will Josef learn what it means to be a true hero with love at his side, or will his inability to separate himself from himself be his undoing, and that of the pack’s?

There’s a third book I’m editing now that picks up with Istvan, and his lover.  The plot continues with the theme of eliminating The Syndicate, but the stakes rise (pun intended) as threats grow heavier and each character must learn to deal with not just their own weight but the weight of those around them.

It’s a series of growth and overcoming those dark moments of the soul.  I may try to keep the focus on BDSM used properly.  Hell, to be honest, I intended to usurp the ever talented Laurel K. Hamilton with this series AND end the books where they should but I got sidetracked by other pursuits.  Years ago.

Cleaning House – Signed Books for sale

An erotic science fiction/fantasy romoanceMy loyal readers, I’m cleaning house! I have in possession:

2 Copies of the 2nd Edition of Heavenly Bodies, 7 copies of My Sexy Valentine, an anthology I edited, two 1st Editions of Heavenly Bodies. All books $30 to get SIGNED copies.

Heavenly Bodies: “Real erotica, full of pain intermingled with pleasure. Love makes the sexual scenes more powerful. Sensuality Level: Scorching.” raves Ann Leveille of Sensual Reviews. Two exceptional novellas of fantasy and eros by the author Coffee Time Romance calls “Amazing!” and rates “Four Stars!” In “Sacrifice,” Ares, the God of War, is banished from Olympus, falls in love with a mortal woman and is called upon to make a very unusual sacrifice if he wants to keep her. In “Echo s Odyssey,” the wars of faery are over, but for the assassin Echo and his lover Alexandrya, a new war is just beginning. They return to faery expecting to be reunited with the third member of their triad, the princess Serenissa, only to find she and faery itself are threatened by even greater peril. Heavenly Bodies is a pair of erotic, romantic adventures dealing with carnal love between humans and gods and fairies with their heavenly bodies! Sascha Illyvich is the author of the novels “The Gift of Her Submission,” “Light and Shadow” and “Dark Traders,” among others. His short fiction has appeared on Literotica, and in many anthologies, including “Nectar of the Gods” and “Caught in the Middle.” “The sensual tone of the story flowed … the language and situations were believable. Fans will enjoy [his] heart-touching romances.” says Coffee Time Romance Reviews. “Sascha Illyvich is a wonderful, erotic storyteller. He turns you on and tugs your heartstrings- at the same time!” Sabrina Smith Moses, author.

Caught in the Middle: In ‘Swingtime’, Cody invites Lanie to one of his special parties and she finds a wildness within herself and an attraction to Cody that explodes like a firecracker. In ‘Charity’s Auction’ Char wins her ex Dexter in the hospital’s auction. He drives her to also bid on his nemesis and to plan a very naughty night. Caught between a vampire master and an alpha werewolf until they learn to settle their differences, all Jasmine can do is submit, and enjoy being trapped ‘Between Tooth and Paw’. Two dangerously seductive master vampires, one sultry werewolf in heat, and the primal spell of the full moon-it’s definitely ‘Mating Season’. In ‘Magical Menage’ non-practising witch Madison Montgomery can’t decide between the vampire and werewolf…is it possible to have them both? In ‘Trouble for Three’, a night out with the girls turns into more than fun when Anneke hooks up with two hot men bent on seduction.

My Sexy Valentine: Unexpected surprises and four very special carnal adventures lie in wait for four sets of lovers on Valentine’s day. These four short novels will make you laugh, cry, smolder, and send you running for a cold shower. In the first novel, “Bachelorette” by Em Petrova, a spirited woman is deserted by her fiance on the very day her wedding was to take place, but five delectable Frenchmen have a plan to comfort her out of her Valentine’s Day blues – and bridal garments. In the second novel, “Only When I Lose Myself” by Michael Mandrake, Adrian is in need of someone to be his special Valentine and discovers that in janitor, Matthew Gianopolis, a janitor with superior intelligence but poor social skills, he has found it. In the third, “My Valentine Prince” by Ike Rose, a blue-collar college educated hunk who fought class prejudices to raise up the corporate ladder must choose which of two men is to be his Prince Charming: his rich ex-boss boyfriend, or the sailor who gave up his career to love him forever. In the fourth, “Cupid’s Arrow” by Daisy Harris, the god Cupid swears off love, but when a girl he shoots doesn’t swoon as expected, he learns that to woo her he’ll have to break his rule and fall in love with her himself.

Paypal or money orders accepted.  Email thesilverwolfprince at gmail.com for details and information.

I’d  like to clean out these books so I can make room for more stuff coming in print in 2013!  We’re going to talk about putting the two Siddella books together I think and for those waiting ever so patiently, I may finish the Mistress Turned series.  It’ll be a quick yet logical ending to the series starting off with I Will Submit to You, Master followed by I Want to Serve You, Master.

I’m looking forward to seeing what happens next as I return back to the office on January 7th…officially anyway.

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