by Sascha Illyvich
I'm guessing the fabulous folks at Decadent do not want me disclosing my sexperiences, but I must mention them in brief as this draws readers and works on people's natural curiosity about the sexual nature of erotic authors.
The fact is, the encounters an author has, make for a fuller experience in writing, provided the author has had numerous adventures. If not, the author is left living vicariously through pornography, erotica, other means. (Like me) Being the Bad Boy of Romance, this actually works in my favor, as it justifies my flirtation, my drinking and premium cigar smoking all while providing an illusion, an image of something readers expect.
I've been talking with other authors about the unspoken author/reader contract and how upon publication, if the author platform does not define the relationship, the experience a reader gets from an author's book, then the reader defines it. This is not a bad thing, but it's not the best for attracting the most attention for the group of readers your book is targeted to. If however, every blog post, every interaction, tweet, facebook status, and book all say the same thing, then the AUTHOR is defining that contract.
In my world, my books tend to be about trust on a deeper level. And in my latest 1Night Stand, Menage Bound, Siddella must extend trust in the 1NS service that she can have a fantasy played out. Two hunky men, both dominant, both not fighting OVER her but instead, working well within the boundaries she sets. Jason and Chase must trust the same service, then extend said trust to Siddella for her acceptance that two men can have a healthy long term sexual relationship that involves pushing boundaries and growth.
Menage Bound excerpt:
“Something the matter, Siddella? You can back out at any time.”
The tenderness came from Chase.
Back out? Hell no! Her body thrummed with so much sexual energy she could probably power the Vegas Strip for at least a week. She offered an innocent smile. “I’m good. Let’s do this.” Batting her eyelashes, she cocked her head to the side.
Jason smirked. “Do you want a safe word?”
The smart move would be to say yes. Somehow, she thought it wouldn’t be needed. But—
“Unlike my partner, I’m not asking. I’m giving you one. Wine bottle. If things get too heavy, you simply say wine bottle.” Chase didn’t look back at her.
His air of cool made her knees weak. “Wine bottle. Okay.” At least they were thinking of her safety. Yeah, they possessed the traits of true dominant males who valued her existence enough to give her a safe word. She smiled at the gesture.
The elevator dinged. Siddella started forward, but fingers gripping her shoulder stopped her. She looked back at Jason.
His eyes narrowed.
She let out a sigh. “Please, after you.”
Jason stepped into the elevator, followed by Chase. Then they turned and, with the slightest of movements, acknowledged Siddella, giving her permission to enter.
The material of her shirt began irritating her already hard nipples. Anticipation drove her wild. What would these men do to her?
What would start things off?A few more moments would pass before she found out.