NEW COVER ART!

This actually came back to me a few weeks ago but I haven’t had time to schedule or even write a blog post for my own site LOL!  Yeah, I’m THAT busy.Endangered_final_fiona

Anyway, got the final cover proof for Endangered, my upcoming Red Sage release.

Drum roll please…

Ah screw it.  Cover’s the first thing you’ll see anyway!

Livía Ilona, vampire queen of San Francisco, and her lover Isabella, have kept The Syndicate and their drugs out of their territory until recently when a new boss stepped in and started making strict demands.  Tiring of their threats, Livía strikes a deal with The Syndicate’s leader to keep out of Nob Hill.  All she has to do is kill the one man who happens to be causing problems—Joséf Staganov.  Except he’s not just a troublemaking ex-cop, he’s the key to returning Livía’s human soul. 

Rogue cop turned vigilante, Joséf Staganov fights to keep The Syndicate and their drugs off the streets of San Francisco, using whatever means necessary.  Aware that his life is on a short leash, he trusts only himself until even that trust is betrayed by an operation gone bad.  Now hooked on the drugs he’s trying to eradicate, Joséf vows to take as much of the criminal organization down as possible before he dies.  Except during a fight, the Queen of the Night comes with her lover to his rescue and to abduct him. 

Capture quickly turns to seduction until Joséf learns the real reason for his kidnapping:  Recover Isabella’s boy.  The human in him still sees the good of his act, yet the beast Livía accidentally unleashes presents an all new threat.  Can the threesome recover Isabella’s son, topple the Syndicate and stop the threats on their lives?

Stick around for audio excerpts and more as we gear up for the release of the first book in the Nights of Lust series!

A little backstory and an excerpt from Endangered

The way things are looking right now, Endangered will probably see a winter 2013 release date from Red Sage.  We’re hoping to give them time to make the biggest splash they can in reviews, and promo while I pimp myself out all over the internet for this book.

Thought I’d share a little back story.

When I wrote this story a lot was going on (kinda like right now) in my life.  I’d just moved to California, dug deeper into a somewhat new relationship, shifted my entire life.  I had a lot of anger that came from personal issues but ultimately went into Josef.  He started out self destructive and self loathing to the point where he merely wanted to do one good deed, one grand gesture before he died.

He knew he’d die at the hands of the Syndicate.  They owned me thanks to the addictive drugs he’d craved and stole.

I’ve never been an addict but writers have addictive personalities.  Things become habit, people become routine and life ceases to have any meaning outside of said routine.

Josef couldn’t hack it alone.  He needed two strong lovers in his life to guide him, to show him he had redeeming qualities and was a good man.  No one said that task would be easy.  Since this book is about redemption, it will tackle the path traveled by those damaged from inside out while love heals over time.  Nothing will be easy for anyone, especially once I start bringing in the secondary character stories.

The writer in me can’t wait to let the soundtrack evolve too.  I wrote Endangered to Korn, Megadeth, Saliva, Flaw, VNV Nation and some other really great musicians but since writers grow and change our tastes must follow suit.  Well, I got angrier.  Djent and sludge-djent gave me more of an outlet to put these characters hearts on the line.

I can’t wait for you to see what’s what in the books!

Here’s an excerpt!

Numbness. Ice cold numbness set in as he tried to move his body.  Joséf knew there was another being around, could sense the magick that was whatever animated the undead.  Where was he?  How’d he get here?  Oh, right.  The fight with his brother.  His fur was a mess, smelled of copper, body fluids and bile.

The scent of roses hung thickly around his muzzle. “My head hurts so much.”  I can’t feel my body. Where am I?  The wolf opened his eyes and saw his body cradled in Livía’s warm arms.  Her sweet smell alerted him of his life’s value to her.  Too bad he didn’t see the same thing in himself that she did.

Her eyes closed, she hummed, breaking the silence around him with her sweet voice.  She glowed, but settled safety around his tired body.  Mentally worn out, he tried to find the strength to lift his head but couldn’t.

“My poor Farkas.  Come back to me.” A tear fell from her eye to his fur.

No one had ever shed a tear for him.  He’d just killed his only living family member.  The taste of bitterness was still fresh in his mouth.  He opened his eyes just a little, the lights in the office were dim.

“Come back to me, my sweet Farkas.  Please, don’t leave me alone.  Come back to me.”  Her hand covered his heart.

“Please help me rescue Miles, and come back to me.  I don’t want to remain this way without you.”  More tears fell on his fur.

If he wasn’t careful, he’d lose too much blood.  I’m not dead, Livía.

She blinked.

Joséf opened his eyes wider and lifted his tired head to see her face.  For a vampire, her face wasn’t nearly as pale as it usually was.  In fact, apparently knowing he was alive

brought a kind of joy to her heart.

“Change!”

He transformed automatically.  He lay there on the ground, bullet wounds still fresh.  Her attempts at cleaning them had been just that, attempts.  At least the bleeding stopped.

“How can you call my power?  Why did you come after me?  I thought you only wanted the one thing.”

“Silly Farkas.  I wanted both.  Miles returned to his mother and you back with us, safe and in one piece.”

“But I am not yours.”  He turned his head away, thinking about the vile things he’d done recently to those people.  Thugs yes, but they were still human.  At least that was the lie he told himself.

Livía carefully took his chin in her hands and forced him to face her.  “The necklace marks you as mine and lets me control your changes in times like this.  If we had time for paramedics to attend to you, I’d have to change you into a human in order to get you the best treatment.”

“But still, I am not yours.”

“You’ve been mine since you were born, farkas. That is how I called your human form back from the beast.”

Joséf looked away.  He must look like shit, his face was a mess, and he had dried blood on his clothes. Obviously, Livía didn’t care.  She hugged him closer to her and he snuggled against her warmth.

Odd that a vampire was warm.

“Why are you warm?”  He blinked.

“Because my heart aches for you,  aches for the pain you refuse to let go of.  Blood pumps through my veins, warming my body to respond to yours when you let me heal you.  That will be soon.”  Her smile didn’t reach her eyes.

He frowned.  “And how will you do that when I’ve done my job and left?”

A twinkle danced in her

eyes. “I will call you to me, and we will mate as our line of vampires does.”

He let out an exasperated breath. “The same way I helped to heal you?”

She nodded.  “That is correct, Farkas.

Bruised and bloodied, and sure that he had a broken rib or two, plus the fact that his leg was pulled from the socket, the thought of being inside of her still stirred his arousal.  He burst out laughing, tossing his head back into her lap.

“What’s so funny?”  She smirked.

“You are.  This situation is.  I just…ouch!”  His ribcage hurt when he laughed harder.

Farkas, I do not understand.”  Her facial expression changed, one eyebrow lifting along with half her mouth.

He groaned and put a hand to hers.  “Trust me, when it’s all over, you will.”

She interlaced their fingers. “We will lie like this in our bed soon.”

Our bed?  The thought held merit.  It certainly was more comforting than laying on the cold carpet of his father’s former office.

“I mean it, I love you.”  She nuzzled his neck, warm breath spilling out over his skin.

“I know.”  He shrugged, groaned from the pain, and let out a long breath.

Silence occupied the room and spilled into the hallway.  Amalie was in the building, Her presence his skin itch.

Yeah, she waited for him.

Peace spread between them, tranquility and a quiet place where Joséf could exist, because he didn’t have the energy to run.

The calm before the storm, it had to be that,  it couldn’t be anything else.  Amalie’s energy had risen and Joséf’s levels dropped.  She wasn’t milking him, he was just tired and weak.  Rest would do him good, food would be better.

And all Livía could offer any normal man in that instant included great sex.  Healing through sex, a magic he’d heard about from his mother, and experienced firsthand through Livía,

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frightened him.  Sex was always a bond with women, and even worse, because his mother raised him to love others with his entire heart, a bond with him too.  So coitus equated to love until the Syndicate took his parents from him.  That was what had happened, no matter what Draiman said before his death.  Their father had to do what he did to provide for them, otherwise he was just an empty shell without his mate.

Mom.

His brother was still wrong.

His mother loved them both and Livía’s heart seemed to be on par with his mother.  What should I do?

“Love me, Joséf. It’s all I’m asking.”

Straining his neck to see her better, he smirked.  “You read my mind.”

She patted his chest lightly.  “I almost always do.  How do you think I know when you’re in trouble?”

She couldn’t see the pain he clung to, didn’t need to know of his inner demons.  The betrayal, the drugs, the people he’d killed in the name of self-defense.  Livía, vampire Queen, had the heart of a savior, even though her mask said sinner.  “Stay out of my head, Goddamnit—ouch!”  Sharp pain in his ribs jolted him in her arms.

Livía’s fingers ran through his hair, relaxing him.  He could stay like this if he had to, if he didn’t have other things to attend to.

A part of him wanted to give in to her ministrations, not the voices in his head.

Hopefully, being a shifter meant that his body healed faster than normal humans.  Though he figured the mental anguish would double.

Her smile reached her eyes now.  “I’m not in your head,  I’m in your heart.”

Her words struck him, hard.  She wouldn’t stop expressing how much she cared for him no matter what, he knew that now.  His only choices were to either love her back and scar her, or to run away and wound her.

“You don’t need to bother with all this, Livía.  I…I don’t want it.”

“Everyone wants comfort and security, Farkas.  Most of all, those of us who have never had it.  And I want to give you what you have not had in a very long time.”

Joséf sighed.  He lifted his head, looking into her beautiful blue eyes.  Her tender smile showed her every emotion.

She set a palm down over his chest and he knew what she was doing.  Her hand began to glow, producing a circle the same color as her aura.  She pressed her hand to his skin, it was warm against his chest.  His rapid heartbeat tried to keep pace with how much blood he was still losing from his open wounds, but within a few seconds, his pulse had slowed.

Sweat dripped down his brow.  He would go through shock next if he didn’t get medical help immediately.  “Don’t I heal faster as a shifter?”

“Yes, but you haven’t experienced a full moon yet.  I brought your wolf out early by accident.”

Her lips hovered above his head.  He could smell her fear of losing him and it made him cuddle closer against her.  Pain shot through his hips.  He sniffled and gritted his teeth.  The two wounds in his hip began bleeding again.

Livía put her hand over the wound, he ached even more with the pressure she applied until he looked into her eyes.

“Let yourself fall prey, Farkas.

His stomach clenched, causing him more pain as he chuckled.  “I can’t, it hurts too much.”

“Then let me heal you.”  Her soft voice barely registered in his ears.

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.

Paranormal Vampire Erotica

Dark Traders came out years ago from Sizzler Editions and had been my first vampire release, technically.  The other story I wrote was much shorter for a different publisher that went under as the e-book business model they were using didn’t work for them.

I was skeptical but at this point REB had been around for already seven years and turning a profit.  Dark Traders was born of the idea that when I was heavily involved in real estate investing, I started playing the What If game writers use to come up with tales.  So often we just throw out an idea and say “what if this were so and so.” Well what if Vampires controlled the stock market?  Would they be as greedy as our humans have a capacity to be?  Moreso? Less?

And if we threw a relationship in the mix, how would that affect things?

Interracial Vampire Erotica by Sascha IllyvichBuy 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, 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.

~Excerpt~

Bringing his cup of coffee to his lips, he slowly turned around to see who was around.

A few children, a couple, group full of tourists, so far nothing appeared out of the ordinary.

Looking at the heavy dark clouds around him, Jet felt the wind blow.  Had he any fear left, he’d be afraid right now.  There was someone definitely watching him.

Jet set his cup down and stood.  Collecting himself, he slowly walked outside of the metal gate, his eyes scanning the area to find the predator.

Cars passed on the street.  A trolley bell rang.  Seagulls hovered overhead near the wharf.

Heading towards Market, Jet passed numerous delis and bars he’d frequented as a teenager.

Where was he?

A blur moved behind him.

He kept walking until he came to Market Street.  Stepping onto the brick paved sidewalk, he passed the porno theater and the Warfield.  The blur moved beside him.

Jet’s shoulders relaxed.  It wasn’t a true professional.  It was just another new vampire fucking with his powers.

This was going to be fun.

The sun shone just over the horizon.  It would be dark soon.

Placing his hands in his pants pockets, he began whistling a tune.

The blur moved in front of him, but tripped over a large branch and fell flat on her face.

Jet couldn’t help it.  Bursting out in laughter, he looked into her eyes.  Her deep, angry, violet eyes?

His jaw dropped.  “It’s you.”  It had been a year.

Standing, the dark skinned woman steadied herself.  Her angry eyes smoldered with hatred.  Her fangs were bared.  Her hair had grown to just past her shoulders.  She wore a burgundy red poet’s shirt, black skin tight jeans, and calf high boots.

“I am your worst nightmare.”

“Oh please.  Cut the corny crap, Miranda.  We don’t really do that.”

Surprise showed on Miranda’s face.  Her lips parted.  “How did you know my name?”

Jet steadied himself, ready to fight.  His forearms tensed in his pockets.  “Because I made you.”

Miranda’s eyes opened big and wide.

Jet could clearly see the beautiful shades of violet of her eyes.  They held his attention for just a second too long before the breath had been knocked out of him.

Before Miranda could get out of reach, he grabbed her free hand and pulled her to him.  Crushing her against his chest, he reveled in the soft feel of her body against his.  Her lush breasts were full and ripe, her nipples pointed.

Seizing her mouth with his, he slid his tongue between her full lips.  She tasted oh so sweet still.  He guessed she probably would always taste sweet, not like the way he’d soured as he aged.

She struggled in his arms, pounding on his shoulders until she surrendered to the kiss.  Her hands slid up his shoulders to his face.

Nails dug into his skin, the pain a delicious reminder that he once felt both sides of pain and pleasure.  Stepping into her body, he pulled back and devoured her mouth again.  Parting her legs with one of his, he felt her grind her hips into his thigh.

Such heat.

Wow.

Breaking from their kiss, he looked at her.  “Damn, you are hot.”

Miranda scowled.  Shoving her hands against his chest, she pushed him away.  Snarling, she lowered herself to a crouching position, hands spread apart.  She cracked her knuckles.

Jet laughed.  “It won’t work.  You cannot defeat me.  I made you.”

His laughter irritated her.  “Why do you mock me?”

“Who is mocking you?  I’ve got much better plans,” he grinned wickedly.

Miranda frowned again.

Lunging towards him, Miranda fell into his arms, knocking him down onto the hard pavement with an oomph.

Laughing, Jet wrapped his arms around her frame and rolled them over onto her back.  He made a mental note to complement her on her stature.  He loved women that were above average.  Pinning her arms down, he used his considerable weight to immobilize her.  It didn’t matter that others were staring at them out of the corners of their eyes.  It had been too long since Jet felt this kind of softness beneath his body.  She would certainly slake his dry streak.

“How about we continue this back at my apartment?”

Sighing, Miranda stopped writhing beneath him.  It was obvious by the defeated look in her eyes that fighting him would prove useless.  Miranda nodded.

“Good.”  Standing, he offered her a hand.

Miranda took his hand and pulled herself to her feet.  “Where do you live?”

Her voice changed.  It became seductive and low.  His charm worked.  Good.  Of course, she’d try to kill him once they got back to his apartment.  He had to be suspicious as a hit man.

“So,” walking down the street, “who sent you?”

“What do you mean, who sent me?”

“It’s not really our nature to kill or attack others.  So, who is paying you to kill others?  Or who is paying for my death?”

Miranda shook her head.  “Nobody.  Since I woke up, I’ve had this insatiable blood lust that I cannot control.  It makes me sick to my stomach.”

“That wears off after the first week.”

“It’s not because I became the undead.  I hate the undead.”

“Oh.”  Every being has problems.  “Why?”

“They cannot be trusted.  You should know.  You made me, right?”

Her bitter tone annoyed him.  “I was sent to kill you, Miranda.”

She jumped noticeably.  Shaking it off, she continued walking with him.  “Let me guess, the second you saw me, you wanted to fuck me, right?”

“Yup.  And now I’m going to realize that dream.”

“Ever the gentleman.  Beast.”

“I’m not the one who attacked you, remember?”

Miranda shrugged.

“So, why are you coming home with me?”

Miranda didn’t say anything.  She was busy playing with strands of hair while they walked.

“Not a talker either, eh?”

“Not like you.”

“Hey, what can I say?  Beautiful women make me chatty.”

“I am most certainly not beautiful.”

Jet stopped Miranda, grabbed her by the shoulders and spun her to face him.  Pulling her to him, he bent his head down and pressed his lips to hers until they seemed to melt together.

Groaning against him, she writhed pleasurably.

His hand slid down her back, cupping her ass.  His kiss became kisses.  His groin tightened and every last drop of blood he had pooled between his thighs.  Pulling back, he ran his fingers through her hair.  “It doesn’t have to be any other way but one.”

Stepping back, Miranda ran her fingers through her hair.  Turning her nose up, she spun around on her heels and continued walking.

Jet shrugged and walked with her.  The remainder of the walk home was just as quiet.  He wondered if she was just as horny as he was or if it’d take a drink or two to loosen her nerves.

On second thought, they both could use a drink.  He needed her to talk.  X Corporation would want answers and he would be required to provide them.  It didn’t matter where he went in the world, they would find him and eradicate him.  Unless she had the right answers to help him bring down X Corporation.

Like he gave a flying fuck.

They were people.  Prey, at this point.  Right?

If that was the case, why was he so interested in Miranda’s strong dislike of vampires?

They arrived at his dingy apartment. The front door had been removed since earlier this morning.  Goddamn thugs.

Upon looking at the old brick building with heavy bars on the windows, Miranda whistled.  “Nice digs.”  Her biting tone clearly mocked him.  “You must not be all that great of an assassin.”

“I choose to live discreetly, that’s all.  Where are you living, missy?”

“The name’s Miranda, first off.  Second, where I live is none of your business.”  She punctuated each word with a poke in his chest.

“Well, Miranda.  It doesn’t matter where either of us live.  We’re here for one purpose, right?”

Drawing in a deep breath, Miranda let it out slowly.  “I guess.  I’ve just always hated the Mission district.”

Studying her soft features, Jet noticed just how light skinned Miranda was.  “You should have fit in fine with your skin color.”

Miranda sighed.  “What white folks don’t get is that amongst the blacks, we are discriminated against too.”

“I never knew.  It doesn’t matter anyway.  As a vampire, you have only one loyalty.”

Dryly, she answered.  “To myself.”

Jet nodded.  Reaching into his coat pocket, he retrieved a set of keys.  Stepping past the doorway, he led Miranda down the grimy hall with its faded yellow walls.  Cracked paint and torn wallpaper hung loosely.  Baseboards were missing.  Walls had large holes in them.

Miranda clucked her tongue.

Jet stopped abruptly.  “What?”

“Nothing.”

“You got a better place we can do this?”

“Well, what happened to spontaneity?  You know, just us, callous and cold.  On the street, fucking like dogs.  It did look that way earlier with you straddling me.”

“I didn’t see you mind or protest much.  Now come on,” he snapped.

Miranda followed him down the hallway until they reached a set of metal doors.

Pushing his way past the doors, they came to a set of stairs.

“We could have just run up them, you know.”

“Yeah, I could have.  You’d have tripped, missy.”

Miranda reached out and grabbed his shoulder.  The full weight of her fist landed against him but he didn’t flinch.  “I’ll pretend to be hurt.”

“You’re an asshole.”

“And I want to fuck yours.  What’s your point?”

“Are we there yet?”

“Just around the corner,” he pointed.

They came to another hallway, this one was painted in deep, faded shades of purple.  A torn carpet covered shoddy wood floors.  “Right there,” he directed her to the first door on their left.  “This is temporary.”

“Are they after you too?”

“They who?”  Jet pushed the door open.  Watching Miranda walk past him, he looked at her tight, round ass.  Licking his lips, he smiled.

“Whoever sent you to kill me.  They must know I’m alive still.”

“They do, but I’ve convinced them otherwise for the time being.”

“Oh?”  She spun around to face him.  Wetting her lips, she stepped towards him.

Taking her hands in his, he noted how delicate, yet strong she was compared to the way he’d held her the first time when he bit her.  It was odd that she was soft and had retained most of her human features.

“You,” he let out a breath, “are amazingly sexy.”

Pushing her into the apartment, Jet kicked the door shut.  It slammed, stirring dust.

“And you are an impatient pervert.”

“So what.”  Jet captured her mouth with his, pulled her to him.  She still smelled human, still tasted beautiful. Her velvety lips hadn’t dried out at all.  Was this what a newly made vampire felt like?  He couldn’t remember.  His own soul felt like it had been lost centuries ago.

It had been quite some time since he could consider himself a newly made vampire.

It didn’t matter.  Miranda was flush against his body, her legs wrapping around his strong hips.  Her softness brushed against his cock and he let out a moan.  Biting down on her neck, she pulled away.

“What?”

“Not again.”

“It can’t hurt you, this time.”  He grinned devilishly.

Twirling a finger down his chest, she looked him in the eyes, her lips parted slightly.  “Bullshit.  Let me bite you first.”  Her fingernail trailed over the shirt he wore.

Reaching to grasp her hand in his, Jet tilted his head to the side.

“You’re serious?”

“Indeed.”

Miranda licked her plump lips again.  Moisture glistened off her lips from the dull lighting.  Standing on tiptoes, she put her hand behind his head and pulled him to her.  Her fangs lengthened and she sunk down into his flesh.

Jet wrapped his arms around her frame, his breathing picking up.  His lungs filled with air, with her sweet scent.  His mind became clouded, his vision blurred.  Ecstasy filled his body, sending the little bit of blood he had left south.  Another moment longer and he’d be hers.

That couldn’t happen.

Still, his cock ached to fill her.  His heart screamed but he wouldn’t hear it.  Of course, his mind practically threatened with insanity if he stopped what they were doing.

A hand grabbed his ass, squeezing both cheeks.

“Miranda,” he whispered.

Chapter 3

Jet’s body blanketed hers on the rickety old bed.  Just the tiniest bit of movement made the joints creak painfully.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered against her skin.  Sliding down the length of her body, he slid off her boots and tossed them aside.  Her feet were tender, yet rough.  Inching his hands up her thighs, he felt powerful muscles constrict and release beneath his skilled fingers.

“Relax.”  His hand found the zipper and slid it slowly down.

Miranda gasped.

Pulling her jeans down inch by painful inch, her arousal hit him.  Wafting towards his ever sensitive nose made him grow harder with desire.

He dipped his head to her bare belly.  She still had a little fat that he found adorable.  Odd, that.  Hit men didn’t find things adorable.

Swirling his tongue around in circles, he licked her flesh.

Miranda squirmed.  Her hands balled into loose fists.

“When is the last time you had intimate human contact, my dear?”  His voice was low, dropping a pitch at the end of his question.

“It’s been awhile.  None have taken their time quite like you.”

“I have,” he pressed his lips lower over her belly, kissing his way towards the top of her curls.  “All the time in the world.”

“Apparently, so do I.”

Pulling her pants down her legs, he bunched them around her knees.  Spreading her legs as far apart as he could, he cupped her searing heat with the palm of his hand.  “You’re unlike any other vampire I’ve ever touched.  Why?”

Looking into his eyes, Miranda frowned.  “I am not that amaz—“

He flicked his tongue over her clit.

She squirmed, balling her fists tighter.

“That’s it,” he muttered against her pussy.  She was heat incarnate.  She couldn’t be undead.  Something had to have gone wrong.

It didn’t matter.  He had a woman with a beautiful pussy beneath him and he intended to enjoy her.

Full, moist lips parted at the touch of his fingers.  Sliding two long fingers inside of her, she jerked, arching her body towards him.

Bearing his full mouth over her pussy, he covered her entirely.

Her breath caught in her throat and she gasped, shoving her hands to his head.

Laving her pussy, his tongue swathed her outer lips, inner lips and finally slid inside the wet, pungent hole.

Crying, “Oh god damnit Jet…”

“Yes, we are,” he murmured slowly.

His words vibrated throughout her body, setting her nerves on fire.  She broke out in a visible sweat.

Jet licked his way out of her and reached her belly again.

Her hands shoved him down towards her sex.

He laughed.  “Impatient to come, Miranda?”

“What part of I haven’t had sex in over a year or more didn’t you understand.  Finish me!”

Jet smiled, baring his teeth again.

“No, not down there—oh goddess!”  Miranda writhed, her hands gripping the sides of his head and forcing him down against her hot pussy.  She came hard and fast.

Licking and sucking all of her juices, Jet slurped.

Miranda lifted her head, smirking.

“What?  I love a woman’s cunt,” he proclaimed.

“I hate that word.”

“Fine.  I’m still going to fuck you now.”  Without another word, Jet slid his hard body over her softness.  Sealing his lips over hers, he heard her clamor protests even as her hands reached for his shirt.

Her smooth hands ran over his strong shoulders, stripping away his shirt from him.  She reached for the zipper of his jeans and lowered it quickly.  Panting, her chest rising beneath his, she moved her head to the side for him to lick.

Latching onto the precious skin of her neck, Jet licked and sucked hard.

Her body writhed beneath his.  Her hands raced up his spine and her fingers got caught in the curls of his hair.  Tugging his head to her neck, she arched her hips into his.

Jet took the hint.  “God you’re demanding.”

“Just fuck me,” she commanded, shoving his pants past his hips.  Strong fingers found his shaft and gripped him tightly.

“You know what you like, don’t you?”

“Yes.  Your dick.  I wasn’t like this as a human.  It’s your fault.  Now shut up and fuck me!”

Jet didn’t hesitate.  Taking himself in hand with one powerful thrust, he was completely inside her.  Heat seared him, threatened to consume him.  Her canal was slick, wet, her folds engulfed him like flames begging for more air.  The spark between them was instant.

And scary.

Still, one thrust became another.  Mingled with her cries, Jet grunted and groaned aloud.  She was tight, hot.  Her hands roaming over his back became nails digging into his skin, hard enough to leave scratches.

Funny how vampires heal in moments compared to humans.

Rolling her hips beneath him, her cries let him hit just the right spot

A hand reached for her shoulder, another cupped her ass.  Thrusting, slamming hard into her, his balls slapped against her body, felt so good.  So natural.  No other woman, alive or undead felt this way.

It really did scare him enough to distract him after she had come a second time.

His rhythm slowed.  His strokes became longer and softer.

“What’s the matter big boy?  Can’t handle this?”

“You little shit.”

Vampires in Erotic Romance

Interracial Vampire Erotica by Sascha IllyvichVampires have been a staple in erotic fiction for the last ten years.  When Sherrilyn Kenyon said nobody was buying paranormal that was  a half truth.  The facts were that e-book authors were selling paranormal and couldn’t write it fast enough.  Thanks to e-books, some of the hottest careers have been launched (mine included!) because the authors jumped on a popular trend.

Dark Traders was a stab for me at the intro of this genre despite the fact that I’ve been known as a BDSM author, writing stories of sexy girls captured, bound and tortured sexually until they screamed their orgasms and begged to be at their masters’ feet.

I wanted something different as an author.  Again with the concept, what if vampires controlled the stock market?

Miranda Raven isn’t just any heroine.  She’s a bitter, burned vampire with a score to settle with the man who turned her.  Sexy hitman Jet.  He’d only been doing his job and his former employers discovered that not only was she still alive, but she was planning on taking down X Corp.  Something about vampires having morals.

But her only problem is that she can’t keep her fingers off Jet.

And he has no problem with that.  He’s a badass.  Think Brock Sampson from Venture Brothers. Think The Rock in any movie he’s been in where he wasn’t a chump.  Think Vin Diesel in Fast and Furious or XXX.

A real badass.

If you want more, I suggest you BUY DARK TRADERS

Paranormal Romance

Most of my readers know me for being a sensual BDSM erotic romance author but I’ve dabbled in paranormal romance for the longest time.  In fact, since the e-book industry started nearly twelve years ago I’ve had a hand in some paranormal romance story or another, once I figured out a few keys to writing successfully.

Interracial Vampire Erotica by Sascha Illyvich

My first vampire story for example, I didn’t have much background on but I had seen just enough movies to really get the hang of what I could do with vampires.  Dark Traders was my first release from Sizzler Editions and is actually also an interracial romance.  It’s not well known because I didn’t focus too much on black/white or what have you, but rather described my characters with sensuality and flow that others might recognize.

Dark Traders – A novel of Dark, Forbidden Love!  Can Miranda and Jet settle their differences in order to stop X Corp from ruining the lives of millions of Americans?   I don’t think a more timely novel could have been written since we were in the height of the real estate bubble at the time and the stock market was doing its thing too!

“You will board a plane tomorrow and speak with a Mrs. Connie Maxwell about their books, Miss Raven.”  The portly old man handed Miranda a manila envelope.

Reaching across the desk, Miranda took the envelope and opened it.  Nodding, she thumbed through the pages of documentation until she came to a stop.  “Mr. Musgrave, you want me to what?”

“Investigate their accounting practices, Miss Raven.”

“But I’ve only been with the Securities and Exchange Commission for a short while.  Are you sure you want me going in there?”

The old man folded his wrinkled hands together.  “We are, Miss Raven.”

His monotone voice was beginning to bug her.

“But aren’t there lower levels that should begin the investigation?  What about–?”

The tall, burly man held up a hand.  “We realize that this is a little out of the ordinary Miss Raven, but to be frank, this corporation’s activities could bankrupt this company if they aren’t kept in line with the remained 2,000 plus companies traded daily.”

Whistling, Miranda’s eyebrows rose.  “What makes X Corporation so dangerous?”  Her interest was peaked.

“It seems that X Corporation is playing by different rules than the rest of the companies listed on the NYSE.”

“Meaning?”  Click here for further excerpt

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