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April 1, 2013
Dungeon time! Frolicon Scene Report
Back from Frolicon but still in Georgia! I’m here for another day and a half to de-stress from such an exciting, emotionally exhausting (in a good way) liberating convention. Imagine having several hundred of your closest, kinkiest friends around who are bi, gay, straight, poly, cis(wtf is cis) etc and just having a LOT of fun we couldn’t have otherwise.
The joke for me is this:
Discover on Thursday that writers track panels are in room 622. the same room as the Atlanta Swingers party that night…so we start off with hilarity only to realize that we’re spending two whole days in this room. And in between at night, the Dark Room Party.
Watch where you sit LOL!
Hanging with author Shakir Rashaan was a blast as always. The 50 Shades panel was awesome in that someone brought us drinks, so we got our drink on while shit talking the book, giving out the good points and what that author has done for us as erotica authors. We got to celebrate Shakir’s new contract with Zane, and Simon and Schuster, which was awesome. My news with Red Sage, talk contracts, writing tips, publishing tips, Male POV, chop it up writer style basically.
There was cigar herfing involved. I’d say about 50 or so cigar smokers gathering on the deck to partake in what the brothers of the leaf call Herfing.
Talk of JR Ward’s Lover at Last book release happened, in relation to NY not taking on the GLBT or M/M market, talk of WriteSEX happened, pimping yet again the ability to make money in erotica if you’re smart about your business plan and author platform.
I can’t mention the sexy parties, but let’s just say, they were sex!
March 20, 2013
Frolicon Speaking Schedule UPDATED
Had a few last minute changes to make to the schedule and I just received my official schedule on the FL thread. Cigar Herf on Friday at 4:-7, also with help from some friends who are doing a whiskey/cigar info class then too. Smoking on the deck.
And on Saturday I’ll be at Bill Pacer and LaDonnna Allison’s Wedding as the maid of honor and YES there will be a FEW pictures. I’m wearing pink…
50 Years: The Future of Wiring
10:00am
11:30am
Junior Suite
Sascha Illyvich
Annabel Joseph
Angelia Sparrow
Jenna Barton
Lord Cailleach
Editors and Agents Tell All
11:45am
1:15pm
Junior Suite
Trinity – Moderator
Angelia Sparrow
Sascha Illvich
Lord Cailleach
Never Write with Your Former Top
3:15pm
4:45pm
Junior Suite
Angelia Sparrow – Moderator
Gabriel Belthir
Sascha Illyvich
Saturday, March 20, 2013
WriteSEX
10:00am
11:30am
Junior Suite
Sascha Illvich – Moderator
Shakir Rashaan
Annabel Joseph
Jamie Thornsen
It Came From Fandom and So Can You
11:45am
1:15pm
Junior Suite
Jenna Barton
More Than 50 Shades
1:30pm
3:00pm
Junior Suite
Jenna Barton – Moderator
Annabel Joseph
Shakir Rashaan
Sascha Illyvich
Jamie Thorsen
Male POV
3:15pm
4:45pm
Junior Suite
Sascha Illyvich – Moderator
Shakir Rashaan
Jamie Thornsen
March 19, 2013
Big News Announcements!
I have been silent the last few weeks as we prep for Frolicon. For those keeping up, I’ve got six panels, a wedding I’m part of, a cigar herf and some book stuff to do while in Atlanta. It’ll be a blast, I promise!
Now for the big news item 1:
Dark Sensualities and Primal Instincts is out in PRINT!
“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 novel of vampires and eros (Dark Traders), a wonderful novelette of lycanthropy and romance (Wolf Magic), plus more unforgettable novelettes and short stories. “His books make me wet.” -Pinky Francisco
There’s a possibility I’ll have copies for sale at Frolicon FYI.
The SECOND bit of news:
RED SAGE accepted Endangered, book 1 of my Nights of Lust series!
I’m filling out paperwork now and awaiting a contract from them. This honestly is a dream come true on one level for me, making me a pretty damn thrilled author to be there.
Josef, Livia and Isabella finally get a home, possibly along with the rest of the crew in that series once I develop the marketing. Look around for me to hit up the blog tours as a publishing date is received. I’ll be hitting the internet talking about this book and in person doing what I can to promote it! I’m excited!
About 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?
March 8, 2013
Frolicon Speaking Schedule
Hey Folks,
That time of year again for Frolicon. Yup, I’m speaking on several panels this year again, occupying both my Friday and Saturday. Don’t worry, I’ll manage to slip some fun in there…
Friday March 29 2013
50 Years: The Future of Wiring
10:00am
11:30am
Junior Suite
Sascha Illyvich
Annabel Joseph
Angelia Sparrow
Jenna Barton
Lord Cailleach
Editors and Agents Tell All
11:45am
1:15pm
Junior Suite
Trinity – Moderator
Angelia Sparrow
Sascha Illvich
Lord Cailleach
Never Write with Your Former Top
1:30pm
3:00pm
Junior Suite
Angelia Sparrow – Moderator
Gabriel Belthir
Sascha Illyvich
Saturday, March 20, 2013
WriteSEX
10:00am
11:30am
Junior Suite
Sascha Illvich – Moderator
Shakir Rashaan
Annabel Joseph
Jamie Thornsen
It Came From Fandom and So Can You
11:45am
1:15pm
Junior Suite
Jenna Barton
More Than 50 Shades
1:30pm
3:00pm
Junior Suite
Jenna Barton – Moderator
Annabel Joseph
Shakir Rashaan
Sascha Illyvich
Jamie Thorsen
Male POV
3:15pm
4:45pm
Junior Suite
Sascha Illyvich – Moderator
Shakir Rashaan
Jamie Thornsen
February 28, 2013
More fun with Bound After Midnight
If you haven’t picked up this awesome powerhouse anthology you’re missing out on some of the hottest kinky paranormal romance to date! I’m taking time to talk about the book today, from the perspective of an editor.
Honestly, when you push authors to write something that’s pretty much a guaranteed sale, what does that mean to them? From my perspective as an author I need only a few guidelines. Genre, flavor (m/m, m/f, etc) and word count.
The character of Solan was more like a lost soul/warrior but the archetype (remember those of you who took my classes) that really stood out in the end was his need to conquer. Himself, his land, his situation, his destiny. Without a clear vision, our wandering samurai (ask about that!) had no direction other than to fight until he died.
There was a part of me who realized he needed something deeper and when I figured out what that was, who his match was based on people I know, I found a heroine easily. Katherine, vampire, lover, submissive to only the one who could own her, would be a perfect match for our wandering warrior.
In the story she does give off clues of awareness of her part in his destiny but he’s so blinded by what he can see that he misses the obvious until Katherine’s life is at stake, literally.
Yes, if you’re reading this and we went to high school together, you know EXACTLY who I based Katherine off of.
I’m rather proud of the story and happy to be sharing space next to two of my authors at Sizzler Editions.
Pick up Bound After Midnight at
February 21, 2013
Bound After Midnight Release
Hello 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
First Chapter from Finding Eternity – from Bound After Midnight
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.
CHAPTER ONE
Light from an explosion blinded him. Another detonation rocked the ground beneath him, forcing him to his knees. Solan gripped the hilt of his sword, pulled it from its sheath and stabbed the ground. Using the sword for leverage, he forced himself to his feet in time to free the sword and counter the attack coming at him.
His blade connected with the other man’s and rang out, sparks flying.
“You die now, warrior.” Grunting, behemoth swung his blade at Solan.
Solan parried and jumped back. Eyes narrowed, he focused on the weak spot in his opponent’s armor. Dressed in leather boots, gauntlets, and clean rust colored armor, the man known simply as an Outsider heaved his sword back. With one hand, he swung the giant blade at Solan.
Solan jumped away and charged in, swinging his sword across the Outsider’s midsection. He cut into the leather but barely scraped the skin.
The Outsider laughed and struck back, lunging at Solan, fist cocked back.
Solan took the blow to his lungs, wind whooshing out of him. He swore bone cracked. That wasn’t good. No hospitals in the area for at least two days journey meant he’d probably have to repair the injury himself, along with other cuts and scrapes he’d acquired in battle.
In rapid fire succession, the Outsider jumped again at Solan, thrusting sword and fist at him.
Solan leapt back and away. Each time, the Outsider swung, wind from his attacks bit into bite into Solan’s skin.
His strength would only hold up another few minutes at best before the Outsider’s blade cut into him and tore him to pieces.
“I could keep this up,” the Outsider swung again, “for hours. My strength is legendary. If you’d left well alone after I brutally killed that petty human, you wouldn’t be in this position.”
Solan said nothing as he blocked the sword coming at his head. Straining, he parried the blade away and countered with an attack of his own.
The Outsider stopped his advance, held up his free hand. Thick fingers curled and uncurled, a white ball of light formed and hovered above his palm. Soundless energy swept up into a point, making the air crackle. Solan saw his chance.
The Outsider cocked his fist back and started to throw the light.
Solan ducked, barely missing the strike before he thrust his sword up, catching the Outsider below his ribs. “Victory will be mine.”
Surprise slowly spread across the Outsider’s face. He coughed blood and looked down at the new wound in his chest with wide eyes.
“You cannot heal that wound. This blade is made from special iron and has been blessed by the Goddess Herself. This battle,” Solan withdrew his blade, “is over.”
The ball of light dissipated into glimmers of light, disappearing and the Outsider fell to his knees, blood dripping down his chin. Solan had cracked ribs and his blade punched through the attacker’s body completely. Solid metal pierced the lung, silencing the wounded man.
The Outsider swung one last time.
Too close to deflect the blow with his weapon, Solan spun away in attempt to catch the blade in his weak arm.
The tip of the blade caught him, tearing deep in his flesh.
He grit his teeth, wiped sweat from his brow and looked around, scanning the barren land. Several hundred yards from where he stood, an army made its way through what used to be lush forest and crystal clear streams.
Now, only soot and gunpowder filled the air. The blue skies had turned gray, the ground empty, devoid of life.
Another explosion landed near him, sending him flying several feet back. Mortar and shells fired off in rapid succession as the invaders sieged the lands and pushed back the humans attempting to defeat what Solan knew as otherworldly beings.
He had to get away. The wound on his arm was one of many he’d acquired.
He’d lost a lot of blood. Only dedicated skill had saved his life. The Outsider had him outweighed by at least a good hundred pounds of solid muscle. His skill, speed and strength combined had him in Solan’s face so using his whip remained impossible.
Two attackers forced him to leave behind his short sword. He’d pinned them to a tree. If he pulled the blade, they’d heal. If he left it in, they’d die in hours.
By a miracle, he still breathed.
His lungs burned inhaling smoke and death, his eyes stung, sweat ran down his forehead. He reached into one of his kilt pockets, pulled out a rag and tore it into strips. With difficulty concentrating, he tied the makeshift bandage around his arm.
His stomach grumbled. He hadn’t eaten in two days. The last village he passed through had been terribly impoverished. His warrior’s code wouldn’t let him take from those with less.
Silence echoed loudly around him, indicating the army had long moved on from this front, Solan found himself left alone with only his thoughts.
“No cut too deep,” he took a step forward. Then another. Dirt and gravel crunched beneath his boots. “No road too long. No wind too hard…” The words came out by rote, a chant he’d heard ever since coming to consciousness one day. Strain in his voice became apparent.
Nothing around the desolate battlefield could sustain him. With darkness setting soon, his only respite would be sleep, if he could find shelter.
The war between humans and the Other raged endlessly.
When he awoke to find the palace he called home ablaze, he knew only one thing. Find safety, then regroup. He’d been on the road so long that safety was no longer a priority. He’d soon discovered the world was in a chaotic state. The Others tried to conquer the humans, and the balance of power shifted often.
He supposed in the end, he was his own side.
Solan had to survive; he had a destiny to fulfill.
His vision blurred. Something dug into his uncovered knees and cut his skin.
Someone yelled.
Solan realized it was his scream permeating the air.
Tears streaked down his cheeks. Failure was not an option as long as blood flowed through his veins and his heart beat. What he wouldn’t give to end his loneliness.
Someone, something, in the air flew toward him. A figure. He could only make out slender features in the fog and mist before the ground came at him too quickly and he saw black.
* * * *
Something wet and warm slid across his forehead, bringing him back from unconsciousness. Solan didn’t move, but he opened his senses. The softness of pillows and blankets cradled his body.
“No night too dark.”
Dripping water pulled his attention to his left, before warmth of a washcloth brushed over his forehead again.
“No road too long.”
Those words.
The voice was feminine, soft, with a foreign lilt that sounded sweet to his ears.
“No wind too strong.”
A washcloth. Reality intruded the dull haze he’d been in as muscles ached and he let out a groan.
Carefully, he opened his eyes.
“You’re awake.”
Blurred vision gave way to reveal the face of an angel.
Or a demon.
Midnight blue hair hung straight, framing an oval face. Ruby red lips meant for easing the suffering of man caused him to harden.
Her eyes seemed lifeless at first glance.
Solan stared harder into the pools of her irises, found himself sinking slowly into the depths of Krylon blue before shaking himself out of a trance.
Pain sliced through his limbs.
“Be careful. I’ve given you something for the pain, but,” she ran a hand through her hair and he imagined what it would feel like to tangle his fingers in her long locks.
She smiled, showed tiny fangs.
He gasped, “You’re a,” he tried to move, agonizing pain cut through him. He clenched his teeth, the warrior in him refusing to scream.
Her brows furrowed together. “Yes, warrior. I am the undead.”
“Where did you learn those words?”
“I don’t know,” she set a washcloth back in the basin. “They have been in my head for many years now. I cannot remember a time when I didn’t think of them. Why do you ask?”
Solan closed his eyes. “No reason.”
Her arm brushed against his, sending a jolt of arousal coursing through him. Again, he grunted, more in frustration at not being able to move or react, than anything else.
“This will sting a bit, but it’s necessary to change the dressings on your shoulder. The cuts are very deep and we had to replace a lot of what you lost.”
His eyes widened.
“No,” she shook her head, “Not with our blood. There are willing humans who donate to us as we require in return for our protection. The damage to your body was so great that our herbs would not cure you.”
The first time in ages he’d talked to someone who wasn’t trying to kill him and she had to be a vampire. What did that say of his life? “I see.” He inhaled slowly, careful not to send another shock of pain through his system. Exhaling was slightly more comfortable.
“When I found you, I tried to heal you with magic but the wounds wouldn’t close. Something bad…”
“An Outsider.” He turned his head to look at the basin and remove her pretty face from his sight.
“Yes.” She picked up something metal, he caught the gleam of candlelight reflecting off it. “You’re not-”
Two fingers pressed against his mouth. “The razor is sharp. You have bomb shrapnel in you. I’m simply going to remove it.”
The contact of her fingers against his lips made his throat dry. He had to have her despite her being…
“Look away, it will hurt less.”
“You don’t have medicine to numb me?”
She swiped the knife through a flame, studied the blade at eye level and blinked. “I do not.”
Eyes wide, Solan jerked against her, sending pain lacing through his body. His heart skipped a beat. “You can’t bespell me?”
She shook her head from side to side. “Sadly, no.”
His eyes met hers and he found himself getting lost in her gaze, yet it wasn’t the intentional power of persuasion screaming in his head that stole his focus. It was just…her.
With careful attention, she brought the knife to his flesh and cut along the injured area.
Solan stared down the line of her body, jerked from the knife cutting and pain, but found he liked the way the purple dress fit her. Large breasts spilled from the lace top. If he had to guess, the dress reached floor length and tapered at the waist. He couldn’t move past her breasts.
Her eyes met his and her lips curled up in an appreciative smile. Then she frowned.
“Ouch,” the sting bit into him, and his arm suddenly felt lighter.
She pulled out the metal and dropped it into a container beside her. “Just as I suspected. The Outsider’s blade had magic woven into the folding of steel.”
Solan arched a brow. “You can detect magic?”
She nodded. “There are many things not understood about our race, but the humans won’t ask. And the Outsiders seek to control us.”
“What do you want?”
Her face lit up, then a mask concealed her former joyous expression. “We want the same thing every being wants. Peaceful days.”
“Can you overpower the Outsiders?”
“We can. But they outnumber us since our race is dying.”
He’d heard. The Outsiders sought to rule and blanket the world with chaos. Humans fought bravely but lost out due to the sheer size and strength of the typical Outsider. Vampires didn’t appear to be a factor. “Rumors and legends abound about your kind.”
Again, she nodded, and the light reflected off her pale skin. Shadows danced over her flesh. Solan swore he saw demons running over her skin but then again, he could be hallucinating.
“The spell works to slow down the opponent upon drawing blood. It’s as though weight is added to compound the severity of your injuries. The mind cannot process the additional weight so fast, so you end up spent before your much larger opponent.”
Slowly, Solan let out a deep breath. “No wonder he seemed so much faster.”
“I am Katherine, by the way.” She threaded a needle and began stitching the wound in his arm. “Most of your other wounds I can heal with magic if you will allow. For now, you should rest.”
Solan started to protest but the pinch of her needle stopped him. His stomach grumbled.
“I have no doubt a fierce warrior like you needs provisions. I shall see to it that you are fed. Right now, we’re hoping the blood we gave you remains in your system.”
He cocked a brow. “My body could reject your blood?”
“While our magic is strong, our knowledge of medicines and the human body is…lacking.” Her voice dropped. Katherine looked away.
Though it pained him, Solan lifted his left arm, grit his teeth and touched her cheek.
He had no idea her skin would be so soft.
Running the pad of his thumb along her jaw line, he turned her face toward him. “I can only thank you for your kindness. If I can do…”
Katherine smiled. “Your kindness is all I ask, warrior. Do you…” she set a hand on his chest lightly, “have a name?”
Heat warmed him, hardened him. Despite his wounds, intense desire coursed through him for Katherine. A warrior’s name was something to share exclusively with trusted company. Right now, Solan felt like he could trust her, even if she was one of the walking dead. He closed his eyes, evened his breathing and enjoyed the warmth settling around him.
“Solan.”
“Very well, Solan. I shall love you back to full health.”
The last thing he heard was the sound of her breathing before sleep overtook him.
To read more AND find out what worlds authors Bonni Sansom and Margie Church delved into,
Purchase BOUND AFTER MIDNIGHT from Sizzler Editions
February 19, 2013
Guest Post – Kameron and Dirk
Bio: Kameron and Dirk, a passionate couple in and out of the bedroom, have decided to join forces and bring their erotic imagination to life with words. Their solo stories are electric; however, the works they create together will practically sizzle off the page. Yes, they might live in a quiet suburb neighborhood, but they’re anything but tame and unadventurous. A fact you shall read and learn about soon enough.
Contact info:
Blog: http://www.dirkandkam.com
Facebook Author page: https://www.facebook.com/DirkandKam
Goodreads’ links:
http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5781386.Kameron_Brook
http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5120666.Dirk_Tyler
Amazon Author Pages:
Kam and Dirk collaboration – “Sinfully Delicious” (M/F)
Book Summary:
Christine’s been without a man for far too long, so she lets her BFF Jasmine talk her into speed-dating. Unfortunately, far too many of her dates are romantic non-starters — in the worst way. But all it takes is one… and when the right man comes along, he’s Sinfully Delicious.
(Purchase link)
http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1996
Excerpt:
Wednesday Evening
It’d been two years, six months, and fourteen days since Christine had felt the loving touch of anyone but herself — not that she was keeping track. Which was the reason she’d allowed her best gal-pal, Jasmine, to talk her into heading out tonight and giving the speed-dating scene a try… again.
“Woo hoo, Christine. Come in. Are you with me?”
Christine studied her completed look in the glass door of the Midnight Rendezvous. She held the phone tucked between her ear and shoulder while she kept tugging at the hem of her dress, which barely covered her ass cheeks. “Jasmine, I can’t believe you talked me into this get-up. I’m literally popping out all over.”
“Babe, you look hot, so quit the bitching and stop tugging on it.”
Christine’s hands stalled and dropped to her sides. “How’d you know what I was doing? Are you lurking nearby?”
Jasmine’s voice rose an octave. “Hello, best friend here. I know you, and I know you’re freaking the hell out. Do me a favor and relax, because any man would be lucky to have you. Now, hang up and get your sexy ass inside.”
Christine gave herself a final once-over and took a deep breath, releasing it slowly. “Thanks, Jasmine. You always know how to calm me down. Love you.”
“I love you too. Now go.”
Christine nervously inched her way over to the sign-up table, paid the twenty-dollar fee, picked up a nametag, and found an unoccupied chair. As the announcer went over all the rules of the event, she eyed the prospects and found several who looked attractive. Hope began to blossom. It seemed simple enough. Every two minutes a new man would sit down across from her and engage in a brief conversation. If she believed a connection was made, she would place his name on a card. The men would do the same, and if there was a match between cards, both parties would be notified through an email. “I can do this,” she mumbled.
The announcer rang the bell.
The first eligible bachelor, Bradley, sat down, and it was two minutes of pure awkwardness. His hands shook uncontrollably, and he wouldn’t stop apologizing. He refused to make eye contact and finally excused himself to the restroom, leaving her alone.
Christine couldn’t believe how badly the night was starting off. She tried to embrace Jasmine’s glass half full attitude and hope the next guy would at least remain seated for the entire two minutes.
Ding. A very handsome man with perfect features slid into the chair across from Christine. She noticed right off the bat he had no wrinkle lines, crow’s feet, laugh lines — nada. She found that odd until he spoke. Then it all became clear. Unlike Bradley, he didn’t say “Hi” or offer any other pleasantries. His gaze traveled from her face down to her chest, head tilting left to right, and then he spoke. “You have a beautiful face and body, from what I can see, for a woman of your age, but if you ever decide to fix your trouble spots, I’d be happy to give you a discount.”
Christine couldn’t believe her luck. She already doubted her looks, and now this man she didn’t know was judging her appearance? Great, just freaking great. If she were Jasmine, she would’ve been spewing words that would make a sailor blush; however, Christine hated public confrontations. Instead she put on a fake smile. “Don’t bother writing my name down.” Their remaining time couldn’t possibly end quickly enough for her liking.
Ding. “Thank God that’s over.” One look at the surgeon, and she realized she’d spoken aloud. She opened her mouth to apologize, but before she could get the chance, he turned and walked away.
Prospective dates three through twelve were nice enough, but she knew they’d be no more than friends, and not the kind with naughty benefits. Her shoulders slumped in depression and she wondered why she’d let Jasmine talk her into this. A dozen men had come and gone but none lit a fire in her belly. Eyes downcast, she waited to hear the sound of a chair scraping the floor.
Instead, she felt cool glass press against her palm and a warm breath against her ear. “I didn’t know what you normally drink, but I sensed you needed something strong.”
Christine looked up into the most gorgeous eyes she’d ever seen. They were almost hypnotic, and his voice was equally distracting, drawing her in. She was clueless about how long she stared at him like a lovesick puppy, but it was long enough that another bachelor took his position for the two-minute meet and greet. Spell broken, she addressed dreamy eyes first because she had to know his name. “Umm, yes, thank you, Mr…”
“You may call me Sin.” Then he stood upright and kept all his attention on her but clearly directed his words to the gentleman across the table. “If you were a smart man, you’d start the conversation by telling her how gorgeous she looks tonight. Let her know no other woman has ever looked lovelier in your eyes. That from the moment you saw her, you wanted nothing more than to feel her lips against yours, to touch her and be touched by her.”
Christine grew more aroused with each word Sin uttered. She’d come out tonight looking for a spark, and damn if she hadn’t found a five-alarm fire. Did Sin realize the effect his words were having on her?
He winked, and her silent question was answered. Damn him, he knew exactly what he was doing to her. The other bachelor cleared his throat. “Yeah, thanks for the advice, but I don’t need it. I’ve got this.”
Sin’s face tensed up. “Not yet, you don’t.”
Enjoy the guest post brought to you buy Dirk and Kameron!
February 11, 2013
50 Gays of Shade – New Release
The cover for the highly anticipated gay Anthology 50 Gays of Shade comes out from Torquerue Press on February 13th. Best selling author Kiernan Kelly decided to try her hand at editing and came up with this anthology, a brilliant collection of authors all writing the hottest in m/m and BDSM.
My Contribution – Into the Void – involves a dominant who let the noise of the world come crashing down on the relationship he shared with Trent, his loyal, loving 
submissive. That is, until Shade calls and questions David’s character.
Look for the URL to purchase on February 13th!
For now, here’s the cover!
February 7, 2013
Bound After Midnight Cover – Erotic Paranormal BDSM Romancae
Finally, we wait no more! The long awaited anthology from Sizzler Editions authors Margie Church, Bonni Sansom and me, “Bound After Midnight” has a a cover AND a release date!
Three tales of paranormal romance and bondage:
In my story Finding Eternity -
In search of his destiny, Solan is wounded by his opponent and left for dead. Rescue in the form of a sensual vampire who drags him back to her castle and heals him. Instant sexual attraction complicates things as Solan’s destiny unfolds before his eyes and he is faced with either learning true mastery, including owning the woman he’s growing to love, or watching her die before his eyes.
Katherine’s life has been unfulfilling until she feels the pull of her life mate slipping away. Upon rescue, she realizes what sustains her is his love, not blood. Except his uncertainties prevent him from fulfilling the role of Master to her slave.
Will Solan realize his true destiny is with Katherine or will she die of a broken heart?
Bonni Sansom brings us Hunter’s Bounty –
Being a Vampire bounty hunter had its perks. Lana Drake knew this all too well. But meeting her new client, Devon Brody awakens a bloodlust that brought out the submissive in her.
After Devon’s sister Zara is kidnapped, Devon hires Lana Drake, vampire bounty hunter to find her, only to negotiate payment with his blood. After the first feeding, he quickly realizes her submissive nature pairs well with his Dominant side.
What starts off as passing time in a no holds barred sexual D/s relationship quickly progresses to something Lana can’t handle, until Devon reveals his true nature when he saves her from the vampire clan that kidnapped his sister. Can Devon and Lana resolve their feelings for each other?
Margie Church leaves us with a taste of Cream On The Crop -
After growing up in politics, Neha Thompson craves privacy. Her new farm seems the perfect place to create a new life, until peculiar events bring the sheriff to her door.
Jamaal Cooper’s feelings about black rights angered some of the locals during the 1948 Freedom Train movement. His body was found on Neha’s farm, and his murder remains unsolved. For 65 years, his restless spirit has harassed the property owners, driving them away one by one. Neha is next.
When Jamaal uncovers Neha’s most secret desires, she’s faced with a choice to submit to this ghostly Master or be driven away like the others.
Now, for the release date: February 21st! Look out for this awesome anthology!
