FROLICON Schedule!

I’m back at Frolicon with my fellow writers and kinksters in an attempt to put forth fun and engaging panels, along with enjoy some of the festivities myself.  This 394521_guby_pomada_seksi_vishnya_1680x1050year’s Frolicon takes place Easter Weekend, April 17-20th at the Airport Sheraton in Atlanta, GA.

From the website:

We frolic in the spring. That’s what we do. Frolic. We are Frolicon.

Think Virgin Sacrifices, live-action Candyland, Drag Queens, Art, Spanking, Sex, Massages, Pagan Rituals, and parties – lots and lots of parties!!
Whether you are interested in Educational Classes, Games, Rocky Horror, Dancing, Self Expression or one of the many other things that interest us all – come Frolic with us at Frolicon 2014! You just have to experience it for yourself!!

Friday, April 18th, 2014
Writing Female POV 10:00-11:15 Junior Suite
Craft Writing Dialogue – Friday 4:00-5:15 Junior suite
Cigar Herf 5:30-7:00 Smoking Deck
Bedtime Stories – 7:00-9:00 Club Room

Saturday, April 19th, 2014
Editors/Agents panel – 10:00-11:15 Cyprus 1
Secret Lives of Authors Saturday 1:00 PM – 2:15: Junior Suite

Also, pop on and listen to the interview conducted by The Sex Geeks with me last year!

 

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Quickie Erotic Video Update

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New Cover for #Bisexual #Adult #Story Collection

Room for One MoreThat’s right, we’ve managed to get an updated cover that shows more romance in the grand scheme of my erotic short story collection featuring menage tales and moresomes.  Room for One More has been updated and a new story added to reflect my growing bisexual desires, plus revisit some old fantasies.

Six A handful of short erotic stories featuring threesomes of various orientations is packed into this collection using choice words designed to arouse, inspire and instigate erotic feeling and action.

I won’t lie, Lashway’s Lease was a personal fantasy of mine.  Originally slated to be in Mistress Anna, the story didn’t make the cut due to word limitations.  But it found a home here and online for a brief time back in the early 2000s on a few sites before resting in this collection as a favorite of many long time readers.

Here’s the first few thousand words to tease you…

Lashway’s Lease

By Sascha Illyvich

 

Sweat dripped her brow.  She smoothed her skirt over her nylon-clad thighs.  Slender legs led to fuck me pumps underneath a cream-colored business suit tailored to show off her every curve.  She looked one last time in the mirror, tugging her brown curls.  She tucked one behind her ear before walking out of the bathroom and down the hall towards Bruce Callahan’s office.  Her nerves were fluttering butterflies in her stomach, but she had to do this.  She needed a new place to live after next week.

Walking past the blonde secretary popping gum, Lindsey sashayed into Bruce’s office, still amazed that he’d amassed so much wealth in such a short period.  His black leather chair sat against a large ocean view window behind a large lacquer desk.  Two smaller chairs sat in front of his desk.  The walls to her left and right were bare, except for a bookcase that had several file folders scattered about.

“I’d rather be out there,” Bruce turned to face her.

“Wow,” she let out a breath.  His pale skin and hair were gorgeous.  His clean-shaven face was even more handsome, his rugged chin and sea blue eyes, captivating.  Realizing that she was already damp between her thighs, she stepped cautiously forward.  Unsure, she stumbled over the plush carpet, tripping only to catch herself on the back of one of the black chairs.

Her cheeks flushed.

“You okay?”  He leaned over his desk, offering her a hand.

His hand was huge compared to hers.  “Yeah, I’m fine.  Just a little tired.  I was up late studying last night.”  She smoothed her skirt again, fidgeting with the hem before sitting down.

“What can I do for you?”

Looking directly at him, she frowned hard.  “Bruce, not even a hi?  Or a hello short stuff?”

Bruce turned his head away from her.

Settling her hands on her hips, she pushed her shoulders back.  “Do you hate me?”

An eyebrow rose.  “What?”

“It’s a fair question, Bruce.  You’ve avoided my phone calls, put me off, kept me away from your office and made me beg you to get this appointment.  I practically had to cut class just to make it here.”

“I don’t hate you, Lindsey.  You know better.”

“Then what’s the deal?  I thought we were lovers.”

Lindsey put her hand over her mouth as soon as the words left her lips.  “I’m sorry,” She leaned forward, even more heat rising.  She was sure her cheeks were flustered now.

“I like your freckles.” he laughed.

Her lips formed a pout.  “It’s not funny Bruce.”

“You’re right.  It’s not.  And we are lovers.  Always.”

Crossing her legs, she watched Bruce stare open mouthed at her thighs.

His expression changed back to the same solemn face he’d worn when she first came into his office.  “First, I know what you’re trying to do.  It won’t work.  Money and my sex drive are not the same.”

“Here’s to hoping that could change.”  She winked and licked her lips.  Bruce turned a computer monitor towards her.

“See this?”

Leaning farther over the desk, Lindsey nearly had to get out of her seat to see the tiny print on the screen.  “Yeah.  That’s my credit report.”

“That’s the report I pull for every prospective tenant before I even meet with them.”

“Yes.  And that report looks clean.”

“It is. But you have very little credit history.  For God’s sakes honey, you’re barely twenty-two years old.  How much do you make an hour?”

“I’m in college and, wait.  Why am I telling you this?  You gave me that job at the coffee shop.  You know where I work.”  More sweat formed at her brow.  She fanned herself with a hand.

“Exactly.”

He pointed to another figure on the monitor.  “Your credit history isn’t very long.  Running some numbers in another program I use,” he turned to the keyboard.  Another program came into view showing things like income to debt ratio, average risks and other numbers Lindsey wasn’t familiar with.

He smirked.  “You’re too high a risk.”

Her frown deepened.  “Damnit Bruce, you can’t just do me this one favor?”

“Look Lindsey, you know how much I love you, but I can’t predict the future.  What if a tidal wave comes and wipes out the island.  What if you lose this job and can’t find another one, or you do and it’s closer to Houston.  Then what?  I lose my passive income.  Besides, you don’t want to live out here while they’re developing.  Prices are skyrocketing as it is. How are you going to expect to afford to stay here with an average rent increase of five percent a year?”

Lindsey shrugged her shoulders and slumped back in the chair.  Looking at Bruce made her hate her body for betraying her by getting wetter.  She hated her predicament too.  It wasn’t her fault for being born almost eight years after him.

Her nipples tightened into little buds beneath her white blouse.  Her body ached for him to touch her. The pool of liquid at her thighs seemed to be trickling down her leg.

“I’ll give you that date you’ve always wanted.”

Bruce glared at her.

Her lips curled upwards in a smile.  “I’ll get that cute guy to come with us.”

Bruce’s eyes widened.  “You know that I know better.”

“Yeah,” she sighed.  “I guess you’re right.  I’m sorry to have bothered you, Bruce.”

“No trouble, babe.  Bother me any time you want.  Just don’t come looking for a place to rent from me until you’ve got a better paying job.”

Standing, Lindsey ran her hands down her skirt, smoothing it over her sticky thighs.  Walking around the desk, she hugged Bruce, despite feeling upset at him.  His large body enveloped her, making her feel safe, protected and loved.  Beads of sweat slid down her brow.  “It’s hot in here.”

“It’s just you, doll.”  Bruce smiled.

With her body molded to his, she felt how aroused Bruce was. “You’re so tiny,” Bruce pointed out, shifting his weight so that she slid between his powerful thighs.

She glared at him.  “Don’t remind me, you shit.”

Bruce’s arms slipped away from her.  He turned, hiding a smile.  “Get that grin off your face, damnit!”

The truth was, she wanted him.  Bruce was so busy working all the time that he didn’t realize when Lindsey was sending him signals.

How many times had she lay awake at night and finger fucked herself to an unsatisfying orgasm?  How many nights had she spent, covered in sweat thinking about Bruce’s soft touch and hard thighs?

Too many to count.

Sighing heavily, Lindsey spun around, her curly hair whipping around in her face.  Brushing away the lose strands, she parted her lips to speak.

“What?”  Bruce had returned to his chair.

“I’ll give you a call in a day or so, all right?”

“Yes.  Pleas do.”

Turning, Lindsey sashayed out of his office, shaking her hips with each step.  Bruce didn’t seem to notice.

The sun was blinded her when she walked outside.  Lindsey slipped on a pair of shades.  It was too humid outside.  Bruce was right; she didn’t want to live on the island.  Galveston’s weather fluctuated from hot to worse and made her hair curl tighter.  She shouldn’t be sweating profusely after seeing Bruce.  He was hot, all of 6’1 and hard in all the right places.

Of course, it was July in Texas.  That could explain the heat.

Right.

Arriving at her car, she put the key in the ignition and slammed her hands on the steering wheel.  Lindsey adjusted herself and the sticky vinyl creaked beneath her.  Unsatisfied, frustrated and wet as a river between her thighs, she picked up her cell phone.

“Hello?  Yeah, Lane?  Lindsey here.  I need a favor.”

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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

Unedited Audio Excerpt – aimed at 1NS

My excerpt from Hot Knight, a potential 1NS for the fabulous folks at Decadent Publishing.  I thought I’d share something from that too.  Again, the audio quality is a little rough but that will change over time as I upgrade equipment!

Enjoy the sweet tale of Mark Knight and “Katie” Harpner in Fiji and remember to tell that special someone you love them!

Excerpt read by the author for Hot Knight

Enjoy!

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Audio Excerpt from Paula’s Craving – a Decadent Publishing Novella

I thought I’d share this too, especially since it’s my BIRTHDAY and I KNOW ya’ll love hearing excerpts read ;)

No cover art yet, mainly because I gave the artist license to understand and know Decadent’s market.  If it sucks, I’ll fire it back but considering my last several covers from artist Fiona Jayde have been pretty awesome, I can’t see her screwing this up!

Brief excerpt from Paula’s Craving (sex)

I’m looking forward to sharing the story with you after 20 years of it being buried within me!

Get your signed copy of Dark Sensualities and Primal Instincts!

darksens_sascha_2NOW!  That’s right, I’ve got a few copies of Dark Sensualities and Primal Instincts left from Frolicon.  And I’m spring cleaning BWAHAHAHA!

You can get your very own signed copy for $30.  That’s right.

“A wonderful, erotic storyteller … turns you on and tugs your heartstrings at the same time!” –Sabrina Smith Moses.

Sascha Illyvich, the famed “Bad Boy of Romance”, is noted for his dark, paranormal erotica — and the best of it is here in this enthralling collection which includes a complete novel of vampires and eros (Dark Traders), a wonderful novelette of lycanthropy and romance (Wolf Magic), a short story about a man enslaved by a sexy female demon who is also a dominatrix (“His Demon Mistress”), plus more unforgettable novelettes and short stories.

Two short stories, two novellas.  In Aqua Dream, a beautiful woman washes up on shore and is rescued only to reveal a secret to her oh so sensual rescuer.

Dark Traders -

Miranda is the SEC’s sexiest and savviest investigator. But she meets her match when she is assigned to investigate the X Corp, a company founded and run by vampires. But before she can determine if the undead have violated fair trading rules on the NYSE, Jet Curtis, vampire – and X Corp.’s top hit man – is sent to kill her.

However, once Jet sees Miranda his thoughts turn to kissing, not killing. The two make passionate love — and then Jet turns her into a vampire like himself.

Miranda disappears. Then a year later, she returns, now one of undead, with vengeance on her mind. Can she and Jet settle their differences in order to stop X Corporation from causing chaos on the stock exchange and ruining the American economy?

Here is a premium blend of dark eroticism and vampiric carnality for those who like their vampires with just a dash of sex.

Bound to Me – A little 1,000 word vignette written for someone special, a wolf of mine.

Wolf Magic -

An enthralling contemporary fantasy, and a passionate erotic romance. Marco and Selene. Werewolf and witch. He is the sexy, rebellious young werewolf whose anger and violence are legendary. She is a sexy, mature witch into whose care the elders of his pack have given Marco. At once she realizes he is more dangerous and powerful that the other werewolves.

To Marco, she is the most desirable woman he has ever met, and he knows he will never give up until he possesses her. As she attempts to show him wisdom, he subjects her to his very considerable charms. Something has to give — and does.

As nights of torrid lovemaking alternate with nights of the full moon when he tears himself from her side, neither suspects that they are at the center of a conspiracy by the leaders of Marco’s pack, or that they may all be pawns in an ancient prophecy from the dawn of time. For the love that binds them both is bringing death nearer with every beat of their hearts. Marco is strong and Selene wise, but these are as nothing to the power of the danger that threatens them.

The Test – It’s gay.  That’s all I remember, and it was for some anthology I did, I’m pretty sure.

Paypal $30 via paypal (preferred) to stpbigbangbaby@yahoo.com

5 Questions and Answers

Bound After Midnight Release

1boundaftermidnight1600x2400Hello Readers,

For those of you who love erotic paranormal romance with kink, we have
something special for you! Out today at Sizzler Editions, Bound After
Midnight.

This awesome anthology features novellas by Bonni Sansom, Margie Church
and yours truly. Three tales of otherworldly romance and kink!

The 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. “Cream on the Crop” is a rather tongue
in cheek, yet powerful story about a strong willed woman of privilege
making her own way in the country until a specter appears and shows her
carnal delights through submission of more than just will. Demanding
blood lust fuels our characters in “Hunter’s Bounty,” a tale of rescue
featuring a very unlikely type of shape-shifter as love interest for our
vampire heroine. Each tale weaves the intricacies of kinky sensuality,
sensual romance and story enough to keep you turning the pages of this
hot collection. Perhaps you, too, may find yourself lucky enough to be
Bound After Midnight…

Purchase now from Sizzler Editions:
https://shop.renebooks.com/ProductDetails.asp?ProductCode=ILLYVICH-27

See a peek at the first chapter from Finding Eternity, my contribution
to this anthology at:
http://saschaillyvichauthor.com/2013/02/21/first-chapter-from-finding-et\
ernity-from-bound-after-midnight/

There’s also a chat with the authors at Coffee Time Romance tonight, 9
PM EST!
That URL:
http://www.coffeetimeromance.com/Chat2.html

Thanks and I hope you enjoy!

Sascha Illyvich
The Bad Boy of Romance

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1 Night Stand Blog Hop Madness

SEO like a boss LOL  Anyway, as mentioned I DO have a second 1Night Stand out now.  Surrender to Love!

In order to cure the dreaded creative rut she’s in, Livia ends up in Las Vegas by suggestion from her therapist. Oh and there’s a catch. Livia‘s been set up to have a one night stand with a very handsome man who promises her freedom through submission. Can she surrender to more than just passion?

How about a sexy excerpt?

Curious, she relaxed her posture, just a touch. “What do you mean? Why would you need a blind date or matchmaking service?”

Color filled his cheeks and tinged his fair skin with a light shade of pink. “Well.” Bruce held his hands out to his sides. “Some time back I was in a relationship that didn’t go well. I loved her but she left me for a woman named Alexandria Rayne.”

Livia had to cover her mouth to stifle the laughter that threatened to bubble up from within. “Some woman left you for another woman? I find that hard to believe!”

He sat at edge of the bed and smiled nervously “It does seem sort of ridiculous, doesn’t it? But this woman was a powerful romance author who wove spells around her audience with her words. It seemed that even I was ensnared by her net until I realized she wanted nothing to do with me. Alexandria was selfish, she’d strung me and my girlfriend along. She broke my heart.”

She really wanted to laugh but she tried to contain her giggling.

“Go ahead, laugh!” Bruce’s voice boomed through the room.

She thought he was annoyed until she saw the corners of his full lips turn upward in a grin.

“It is a little embarrassing now, but I didn’t find it funny then. In fact, it caused me to overwork and end up in the hospital because I was pushing myself so hard,” his voice dropped, “to put her and Alexandria out of my mind. Then one day I was talking to a coworker who wanted to go out for drinks. You know, as friends.”

“I can see where this is going.” She pursed her lips together in a thin line. She crossed her arms over her chest and straightened.

“No, not entirely. I wasn’t going to sleep with her, if that’s what you think.” He leaned forward. “We went to a different type of club. She asked me to go with her and to obey her every whim.”

Livia cocked a brow, “This sounds suspicious.”

He nodded. “Yeah it did to me too. I wasn’t sure what was up, but I hadn’t left the house or office in several months. I had a heart attack, and when I got out of the hospital, she was there waiting to pick me up.  We had only seen each other outside of work that one time when she took me to the club.”

“And you didn’t question it?”

Bruce shook his head and a few strands came free of his ponytail. She realized his hair had been pulled back by a large black scunchie, not a neat rubber band like she’d thought.

“I was just glad to be alive. The next few weeks with Lilith were interesting”

He was supposed to seduce her? Livia had heard enough. “Let me guess, she taught you a valuable lesson and then you ended up being left alone by Lilith only to realize you needed yourself? Tired story. My therapist has given me that line numerous times.”

“No.” He shook his head again. “It doesn’t end quite that way. Please, let me show you what I did learn. Lilith, taught me things I’d like to share with you. Her suggestion that I approach 1Night Stand surprised me, but I’ve found them to be very thorough. Don’t worry.” He shed his suit coat and set it neatly on the bed beside him. “I’m just a single man who didn’t know what to expect. And I haven’t had a partner in a very long time.” He stood and approached her, bending down on one knee while setting his hand out before her. “Please, let me show you how to own control?”

She gasped. The words she’d wanted to take back had come to her in the form of a person. A real, live person who…she didn’t know what. Livia watched him bow his head.

What was with a man who could control the entire universe, dominate her rather large space, and still make himself subservient before her?

What would cause that behavior?

Worse yet, the way he knelt before her gave her a view of very broad shoulders beneath his black T-shirt. His hair hung thickly in a loose tail that stopped just at the small of his back. His musk, so male and potent made her nostrils flare.

Something tightened low in her stomach.

Her thighs grew damp. “Okay. So, how does this work?”

He looked up from the floor. “I have found that freedom, true freedom comes from when the body is restrained, stimulated and,” standing, he leaned forward, pressing his lips into hers, “forced to let the mind and heart work in tandem.”

He brushed his lips against hers one more time, the words echoing like silk over her mind. His voice caressed her, causing pinpricks to race up her spine.

Her nipples hardened beneath the satin. She tried to move back from Bruce, but the desk and his large frame trapped her.

Slowly, his mouth caressed hers then his tongue swept over her bottom lip.

She tasted his plump mouth. Fresh, sandalwood, hints of rose and cinnamon swirled around her nose, knocking her senses off balance. Her mind zeroed in on the image before her, a powerful man, willing to do her bidding while focusing on her pleasure.

Some part of this still confused her.

Finally, Bruce pulled back from the kiss, set his hands on either side of her body, and returned to a kneeling position.

Her head swam and she had to steady herself against his shoulders, only to find that his face was at the level of her sex. “How would you go about restraining the body and stimulating it?”

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a two bundles of dark blue rope. “Silk helps for those who are afraid of iron.”

An eyebrow rose.

“The chair, a perfect place to hold you,” he indicated with a nod of his head. “You’ll sit with your hips at the edge, legs spread. Arms tied lightly.”

“It won’t hurt?” She looked at the chair, a high-end leather and wood piece of furniture with arms that could be used to hold her hands down if he tied her to it.

“If it does, I’ll loosen the ropes. Just ask.”

That was the problem. She could trust him; she felt somewhat safe with a man who seemed to be in so much control over himself. He could easily hurt her, but she didn’t get the sense that Bruce would. It was odd, but she really found him worth at least a shot. Livia had never asked for anything in her life. She’d always done for herself or gone without.

Life had been tough going without, even as her income grew. Still, she wanted things and feared asking for them.

The question jumped from the back of her mind to her lips before she could stop it. “What if I get scared?”

Bruce looked into her eyes and smiled. “You simply say Bluetooth.”

“Bluetooth?” Her eyebrows furrowed.

“Yes. That’s your safeword. If you feel scared and want me to stop, you simply say it and all play of any sort ceases.”

The thought of all things ceasing at her asking gave her a rush as did the tone of his voice. The words again seemed to wrap around her ears in a symphony of seduction that curled like smoke over her bare skin.

Her pussy tightened at the thought of him touching her. Her body thrummed with arousal.

“You start by taking control of yourself. You have already done that,’ Bruce set a hand on her exposed thigh.

Tingles raced up straight up her back. Anticipation at how this could turn out built like butterflies buzzing in her stomach.

She wanted this man. “Okay. So what now?”

“Indulge me, so I can indulge you. Sit on the chair, rest your hands on the arms. Strip off the robe.”

Slowly, Livia moved toward the chair. She let the robe slip off before tossing it on the bed. “Here?”

Bruce blinked, looked at the chair, the window, and then back at Livia. “Well, we could move it away from the window if you’d like, but frankly if I were to look up and see you in all your naked glory, I’d want to know your name. I’d want to devour your body and share nothing but immense passion with you. I’d want to make sure I pleased you continuously, sexually and otherwise.” He stood and held the ropes in his hands.

She felt herself blush again. The rich timber of his voice did things to her insides. After the kiss, she felt empty. She wanted another taste of Bruce but didn’t know how to ask.

“Tie me up facing the window.”

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