Messengers – Guest Post from Lukina of the Opeth Pack

My Lukina 2With everything going on in the world of the Opeth Pack, I thought I’d take a moment  to shed some light on a few things we’ve discovered over the course of the last few years. Being the pack messenger to start with, wasn’t a thing I wanted to do, but when the woman you view as a grandmother over all wolves and a mother of yours, since yours died at a young age, says this is what needs to happen for family to reunite, then you do it.

I didn’t want to be put in the position of hard ass.  I’m connected through our witch and her sister, to all the wolves who are Opeth Pack and the resuluts are sometimes surprising.  But mostly, my job is to find and deliver news, not always the best of, to (usually) stubborn males who have their heads up their fucking asses.

Jozsi was the most challenging because of his stubbornness and our need to walk away if he wasn’t going to return.  But he did, only after our lives were in peril.  Les’s crazy fucking pinhead brother Kiba pulled a fast one and caught us sleeping, having followed us from Hungary to Houston when we came back to escape, as Jozsi said.  Convincing him to become Alpha when he didn’t want it was tough.  And my logic didn’t always sink in.  Sometimes Ilona had to come in with softness I lack.  It’s damn annoying.  If the jackass would just listen to me *groans*

Anyway, it took some time.  He had to stabilize the pack, get us with money coming in and then set us up to function like a human society.  That drove some of our members crazy because it betrays the mindset of the wolf.  Mate, kill, feed, repeat until death.  Again, I came in handy as the messenger with the lie of hope.  Thankfully my lover didn’t make me a liar.  I’d have kicked his ass!  Some folks reading our story ask about the triad.  It’s work.  Ilona has grown in strength since Jozsi’s return, speaking her mind more frequently, hearing my message of “love him but don’t take his alpha shit, either.”  *chuckles

In the eHis Reignnd, it’s going to be a long road for us but Selene tells us we’re nearing that final point where all harmonies are lined up. I’m not sure what that means yet. We  keep finding mates, and our pack is growing.  Some of us are even able to finally produce puppies that live through the birth stage and emerge healthy.  Les’s confusing behavior has increased but as long as he keeps those damn Nobles and Hunters away from our village, we’re okay.  Some of you have inquired about the baby Selene was supposed to have.  Well, her story will hopefully have a happy ending once this shit is all settled but tragedy has struck our pack and torn a few hearts.

Convincing Nicholaus to be our berserker, a law enforcement wolf of sorts, beside Jozsi was difficult too but needed.   Some of the older wolves needed to see a sign of strength among our new leadership.  Though, I hear on the wind a need to relocate the pack out of Hungary.  I don’t want to leave my home but I’m trusting Jozsi on this one.  The wind has never lied to me, its messages have always been clear.

By the way, did you know we have a home on the web?  I did an interview for the author of our stories there!  You can find it here!  Jozsi wasn’t fond of it, and his existence was the focus of the interview but Ilona and I kept him in check while he explained very briefly in his curt manner our purpose and what he intends to do with the pack as we grow and change.

I also hear coming up from our author, Eva, Almos and Janos have shared their story with a new audience.  The book cover is coming out soon so stay tuned!

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Published in: on May 6, 2014 at 7:59 am  Leave a Comment  
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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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Published in: on January 25, 2014 at 10:41 am  Leave a Comment  
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More adventures in #Hungary with the #OpethPack

Turned in Raining Kisses and will be working diligently to get the third book in mad shape for release in a few more Cover for Raining Kissesmonths.  We’re in the process of working on the fmm piece with two wolves, one who has a secret to admit to Eva,  who has a world of secrets she’s unaware of.

I decided to mix things up where as the previous two Opeth Pack books were mfm, this one is definitely mmf, with definite bisexual fun shared by all.

There will be more digging in Hungary, more to share about parts of California and a lot more concerning this mysterious Prophecy surrounding the pack!

Once I’m settled in Tennessee, I’l throw up an unedited excerpt!

Published in: on January 13, 2014 at 2:35 pm  Leave a Comment  
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Steamy Excerpt from a Romance Novel

eroticdream2834841.jpgSEO demanded I use that title LOL!  Seriously though, I was planning another excerpt from something.  Perhaps  ENDANGERED – since I’m keeping up interest in that book as Red Sage would like me to make you all wet with desire for the book…

Anyway that’s how I roll.  So…here we go:

She grabbed and sucked him into her, pulling his body into hers.  “Wolf, I cannot hate you,” she murmured into their kiss.

“I know,” he seemed smug.

“I cannot turn you away, either.”

“Are you attracted to me?”  Joséf looked into her eyes, noticing how beautiful hers were, sadness clearly expressed in the pools of color of her eyes.

“Differently than I was to your father,” Isabella replied.  “I loved him with my entire heart.  You would have been…”

Grabbing a breast, he squeezed.  Not caring where this line of thought was going, he waited for her.

Isabella groaned, parting plump lips.

He enjoyed her moans sending vibrations throughout his body.  The feeling of her licking his ear made his breath catch in his throat.  He traced circles around her ear and licked slowly down her neck.

Isabella’s hair fell forward, her eyes looked more determined.  Her lips fell to his and another hand caressed her breast.  It was Livía’s, with Joséf’s hand beneath hers.  “Like this, my drágám.”  My darling.

Isabella arched forward, reaching to Livía and Joséf.  Her fingers wrapped around his arm, she thrust her torso toward him.  “Touch me,” she begged.

Joséf splayed a hand over the span of her stomach, rough fingers massaging her smooth flesh.

She pealed her top off, tossing it aside.

Joséf looked at her full breasts bobbing.

Standing only in low slung blue jeans, she came back to them.

“Take those off,” he whispered.

Isabella stood, shucked her jeans and stood before him, naked.

He looked back at Livía, her robe still covering her, but open enough to give him a perfect view of her round breasts.  He licked his lips, mentally saw the wolf inside wagging his tail even faster.  His cock ached.

Livía started stroking Joséf’s cock through the sheet.

He thought he couldn’t get any harder, any larger,  his body couldn’t possibly pump more blood into his cock.  He was wrong.

Isabella sat on the side of the bed, spreading her legs open for him.  Scents of vanilla and sex filled his nose, her lips shaved. “You two are definitely different.”

Livía giggled.  “Farkas, she has…a more modernized look?”

Isabella threw her head back in laughter.  “Period clothing went out of style and I began to care less about my appearance as a Magyar.  I like it better, don’t you?”

“Yes.  But you are always a Magyar, always my drágám.”  Livía’s tongue licked around the nape of his neck where a thin sheen of sweat had appeared.  It was hot in his room.

Isabella touched him, her fingers stroking his muscled thighs.  Each touch started low, caressing his legs and moving higher upwards until she’d reached his cock.  “This was nice earlier,” she snaked a hand down his stomach.  Cupping his balls, he watched her mouth open as she leaned forward.

He hesitated.

Livía’s hands over his back threatened to melt him as Isabella leaned in closer to his cock.  Hot breath against his skin had him pleading with his eyes, arching his hips upward.  He wanted inside her mouth, inside Livía.

Isabella lowered her lips over his cock, shut them tightly and drew him in deeper, tugging the sensitive skin of his balls.

Joséf groaned, feeling Livía’s tongue on the back of his neck.  Each pump sent blood racing toward his crotch, each tender touch of Livía’s tongue had him shuddering, feeling the pressure build low in his balls.  The wolf inside wagged its tail faster, Joséf swore he saw it smiling in his head.  Wolves didn’t smile.

They grimaced maybe, but they didn’t smile.

Unless they were eating, killing or mating.  The thought came out of nowhere, but it didn’t matter.  Joséf eased a hand over Isabella’s head, clutching thick auburn strands in his fist when she darted her tongue over the head of his cock.  He heard Livía’s laughter from behind him, shook when her tongue slid inside his ear.  He reached back, touching her thigh.  When had she slipped both of her legs around him?

Isabella’s head bobbed up and down on his cock, her lips sealing tighter as she neared the head.  She moaned, reaching a hand beneath her to reach her pussy.

Every muscle stiffened, adding to the strain in his body.  Every chord, nerve and cell in his body was ready to explode, but Isabella stopped, reaching out for his chest and moving to lay on her side, still a hand between her thighs.  The other hand caressed his cock.

He shuddered against her.

Isabella reached for his chest, placing her hand where his heart was.

Her hand was warm, fingers nimble.  Her eyes were so very pretty, he thought.

Livía’s joined hers and they rolled his nipples into pebbles.

Arching his back from the exquisite pain, Joséf thought he couldn’t take anymore, but Isabella’s lips sealed over his cock and pumped him faster and faster until he neared orgasm.

“If you don’t stop, I’ll come.”

“Good,” she giggled.  She reared up on her knees.

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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Welcome to 2013, my sexy readers!

photo belongs to original author, not mine

Welcome to 2013! This year promises to be a much bigger year in terms of success for all of us, due to it supposedly being lucky 13!  I’m behind that, aren’t you?  *g*

One of the things I did at the end of last year was re-examine some of the things readers have said.  They love my work, they love the characters and the stories but most of them wanted longer books.  I have those, but they’re tied up with agents right now.  Both of them drafting pitch letters and looking for ways to sell my Burning Desires series and Covenant of Wolves series.  I DO have my Nights of Lust series that only I control. Except those stories need new life, because they’re all in various states of finished.

Endangered is with a beta reader who is helping me with tightening the  plot.

Separated Self will go to her next, and I’ll go back and fix/extend/slow down Cursed.  Might write a brand new novella in between Cursed and Broken and Beloved, but I’m not sure yet.  I have to really bring out a lot of the characters as I realized there is a LOT to play with.

Ultimately, Josef, Livia and Kissa are a triad BUT Livia and Isabel have been lovers for the last 400 years.  Oh, she’s got a male lover too, Josef’s second in command.  And Dave/Lucian, my “lycanthrope” (not a true wolf shifter) has a lover also but he’s possessive.  You can probably see the fun I can have with the series without telling you about WHO these people are LOL!

Since I’ve talked about the characters, here’s their profiles from  my old plotter!

Josef Staganov: Russian, 6’2 and dangerous.  Long black hair, slicked back into a ponytail sometimes, but mostly worn slicked back.  At the start, he’s addicted to drugs, all of them.  Silver eyes, Dirty habits, controlled by lust and fueled by anger at the situation, Joséf is a man with a need for control in his life.

Livia:  Hungarian, 5’4, cute and round, long black hair with pale skin that’s practically effervescent.  She’s been dead for over 3-400 years.  She’s relatively young compared to her friend, Isabella.  Blue eyes.  She and Isabella have forgone the need for last names at the moment.

In a world where vampires and shifters are powerless against the forces of evil, a queen must find her salvation in the suicidal man she’s been watching for so many years.

Endangered is the story of Livía Ilona and Joséf Staganov, female vampire and rogue cop fighting against the same enemy.  She knows he can help her recover something the Syndicate stole from her and is determined to get what she wants, but first she must get past Joséf’s desire to end his own life.

Joséf Staganov is a frustrated former cop attempting to bring down The Syndicate, a large crime organization that has created a new drug that’s very addictive.   Ultimately, Joséf must his true gift of uniting others against evil and must leave for Hungary to learn more about his heritage as a wolf with an ancient pack before returning to America to help and truly love Livía.

Published in: on January 2, 2013 at 11:46 am  Leave a Comment  
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New Cover Art – Paranormal Erotica/Romance collection

For some time my primary publisher Sizzler Editions and I have been talking about putting out my paranormal stories in one collection.  This would include Wolf Magic, Dark Traders, The Claiming, and I think a few more smaller pieces.  Finally, it’s up on the schedule to be released hopefully in the next month.

So, you get some cover eye candy, thanks to the lovely and talented Marianne LaCroix

I will share excerpts from the various stories soon, or link back to them if they’re up on this site already!

Published in: on August 16, 2012 at 10:57 am  Comments (2)  
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