Cut Scene from my #Menage Torn to Pieces

Torn to Pieces_USA Today bannerThis is the original prologue I pulled before subbing the book to Sizzler Editions.  If you’re a member of the street team or on my newsletters you’ll get it faster.

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“Full of emotion and lust and hot sex.” – that’s how The Forbidden Bookshelf describes the romances of Sascha Illyvich.

Iolite is a witch in love with two wolves, wanting, needing both to fulfill her life. Both of them are two halves of the same being who she loves. Jackob and Kerian are former lovers turned enemies by pack law, but without the witch’s solution for the disease ravaging the wolves, both packs will certainly die. Both want Iolite, both want to love again but are uncertain of the consequences. Can Jackob and Kerian get past their emotional baggage to help heal Iolite’s broken heart as well as their own in order to save their packs?

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Prologue

 

Cold wind whipped around her shoulders, biting into her flesh so that she shivered. Iolite pulled the shawl tighter around her, smoothing her hair against her pale skin to keep it out of her face. She stared out on her balcony into the mountain ranges beyond the parking lot as the wind died down and seemed to kiss her cheek. “You’ve come early,” she whispered softly to the wind.

It blew gently against her skin in response.

“Why?” she whispered.

The breeze stopped.

Words could be heard on the wind if she listened carefully. Iolite smoothed a hand through her purple hair and set a hand on her hip. Things were certainly getting interesting around Albuquerque, especially with the two warring wolf packs. Both were trying to outdo each other and end the centuries-old feud through brutality.

Casualties had occurred on both sides, so many deaths that it became unfathomable to her how they could be so callous towards each other.

Of course the side that made the biggest noise would emerge the victor and become the predator, eradicating the lesser pack.

Why did it have to end this way? The feud was truly over a stupid issue that happened many moons ago. Why couldn’t they let the issue burn away?

Even worse, the two men she was in love with were from the warring packs. Both swore vengeance upon the other, would kill the other on sight.

She couldn’t allow that.

The safety of the territory depended on both sides coming to an agreement and defending what belonged to both of them.

Outsiders had begun taking advantage of the feud through criminal acts that got blamed on Jackob and Kerian’s respective packs.  To thwart the invaders, both packs had to stand together.

They’d grown far too weak now.

Both of her lovers were strong in different ways but neither knew about the other.

She swallowed growing fear.

Too much time had passed since she’d seen either of them. One had a job that kept him far from her. The other was a busy pack alpha, dealing with wolf politics. With an ache in her heart, she pressed her hands over her bosom and closed her eyes. Drawing in a deep breath, Iolite opened her eyes and realization hit her.

It was definitely time to bring her lovers to her.

Iolite held onto the railing of her balcony and glanced down from her third story condo.  Pedestrians passed as though the world was fine, holidays would arrive on time and there were no wolves or magic.

December’s cold wind whipped furiously again at her flesh, sending prickles along her skin and forcing her back inside.

Iolite closed the glass doors and headed to the kitchen area in her spacious loft. She reached for a glass and poured herself a Dubonnet before adding ice and lemon. The drink would soothe her parched throat and warm her before she kicked on the heater.

Closing her eyes, she patted her stomach and took a sip of her drink. Something was up, she sensed it.

Stepping onto her patio again, she looked at the sky and called forth healing energy and protection.

Iolite envisioned herself surrounded by white protective light that blocked out all negativity. Warmth filled her body along with the protective white light.

Raising her arms high above her head, wind whipped around her in a slow buildup that spiraled into a vortex. Power spilled into her body in a silent display of energy transference—her body continued growing warmer as white, healing energy filled her.

Her hair spilled around her, blanketing her. Her dress rippled around her legs, exposing her ankles and calves to the cold wind, though she still held the warmth of the wind’s energy.

“I call my two lovers to me so I can share my love with them. Let them know my needs call them. This is my message on the wind. With the power of the Goddess, I call Jackob and Kerian, come hither to know my touch!”

Within seconds, the wind died down.

Iolite’s hair floated onto her shoulders, blanketing her back, breasts.  She wrapped her arms around her to protect against the cold wind.

The message would be sent.

Iolite’s body clamored for the touch of both her lovers, her heart begged for contact, sensual and otherwise.

Polygamy was an idea as old as time, but something new for Iolite.

Her last relationship had left her thinking she was barren. The bastard was a demon who preferred drugs to her company. When she let him go, she showed him a portion of her true power, sending him screaming into the night.

She hit him with enough magical force that he didn’t think twice about whether he was hallucinating or not.

Meeting Jackob and discovering that he wasn’t an overly possessive wolf was a godsend for her. Then she met Kerian and found someone with which she had a lot in common.

Both wolves were of the mindset that the problem in Albuquerque needed to be dealt with. Neither wanted to hear the suggestion of working with the other.

It broke her heart.

Hunting in Albuquerque had grown scarce. Land was plenty. The coyotes were starving at this point, as were the ravens thanks to the outside invaders.

She’d heard on the wind that times were going to be tough but she hadn’t imagined that they’d be this tough. Sickness from the outsiders had infected numerous wolves in both packs, killed off more than the feud had consumed.

It worried her.

The number of deaths crept up slowly. It disturbed her to find out that the great packs of Albuquerque, which had once claimed most of the land before the Indians had taken control, had died off due to sickness that could possibly be cured with simple magick.

Still, her spell was not something she could work without lupine help to guide the energy to the proper parties. DNA was a new addition to her studies. She’d discovered just what differences magical and non magical beings had when she’d seen DNA strands beneath a microscope at the University of New Mexico. It wasn’t a noticeable thing at first, but the magical beings had an extra unidentified chromosome. Iolite neglected to tell anyone just yet.

The scientific world wasn’t prepared to hear about magic.  Some things couldn’t be explained with logic.

Although people in Albuquerque believed somewhat in Indian rituals, the town had grown into a city that had become populated with crime, thus breaking away from tradition.

Magick was good when used for the right purpose, but was better when guided by those in need.

With a sigh, Iolite shoved herself away from the rail and walked back inside her loft. Pouring herself another drink, she sat down and closed her eyes. The sensation of the Dubonnet’s alcoholic burn slid down her throat, warming her. She focused her attention on the air, on the energy softly swirling around her.

Kerian would come first; he’d be here within a day or two. She knew he was much closer than Jackob. Kerian’s energy was near, the familiar scent of sweet flowers and love was faint, but in the air. That much she was certain of. His energy circled around her head, around her heart, filling her with a warmth she hadn’t felt in quite some time.

Jackob would come next; his beast would run the hills and valleys to get to her. Hopefully he wouldn’t intrude on Kieran’s visit. Though if he did, she’d have to deal with it right then.

Or maybe he would invade and she could have her way with both men. Her heart skipped a beat in anticipation of the idea.

She licked her lips at the thought. His delicious body could pin her to the bed and drive itself inside her until she screamed for mercy while another pounded her ass…

Though a tremor ran through her at the thought. Neither wolf was jealous of the other man, but neither of them knew each other, either.

The fact was that both were from warring packs. Iolite had no idea what started the feud over land but she didn’t care. Feuds like this were often long, drawn out and pointless. Once the generation that started the feud died out, Iolite felt that the feud should die with them.

Except that these two generations of wolves had been tearing each other apart for centuries. And for what? Dirt.

Land in Albuquerque was plentiful for both packs, though they’d both be better off in Colorado or somewhere more western where there was more forest.

Albuquerque was known for dry climates, hot summers and very cold, yet dry winters.

Though Iolite had lived in Albuquerque all her life, a move could do her some good. Change was welcome in her world, even if it was initially upsetting.

Still, she needed to see her lovers. Needed to feel the balance each brought to her, needed to give to them a part of her that would heal them.

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About saschaillyvichauthor

Proclaimed by the Publishing industry as the Bad Boy of Romance, Sascha started writing eighteen years ago. His erotic romances have been listed under the Night Owl Romance and Road to Romance’s Recommended read list, and he's been nominated for a CAPA by The Romance Studio Former host of The Unnamed Romance Show on Radio Dentata Sascha continues to write for Red Sage, Decadent Publishing, Sizzler Editions and Total E-bound. Find him at http://saschaillyvichauthor.com Agency Representation provided by The Corvisiero Agency Editor for Sizzler Editions Intoxication Erotic Romance line, Sascha is also part of the WriteSex Panel, a blog group defining erotica for writers in any genre! Find us at http://www.write-sex.com
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