Welcome to Sugarbeat’s Books! Today we are welcoming Sascha Illyvich to the blog! We are going to learn more about Sascha’s latest book, Stuck. If this sounds like a book that you would be interested in reading, please use the buy links at the bottom of the post to pick up a copy or two!
Barb – Try to describe your book in one sentence.
Sascha – Stuck is simply one HELL of an erotic romance about two people who need each other but are too stubborn to realize it.
Barb – Where would you live if you could live anywhere in the world?
Sascha – Europe.
Barb – Aside from writing, what do you enjoy doing on your spare time?
Sascha – The Good life, a premium hand rolled Don Cervantes cigar and glass of wine. I read. Needless to say, I have very little spare time.
Barb – Do you keep track or write reviews for books you read?
Sascha – I do try.
Barb – Do you listen to music while writing?
Sascha – Metal, mostly death and thrash.
Barb – What are your favorite hobbies?
Sascha – The finer points of life, excellent cigars and bourbon/whiskey/wine.
Barb – What are your guilty pleasures?
Sascha – cross dressing, Harlequin romance novels? I don’t know..
Barb – Do you have a day job?
Sascha – I actually have three others now. I edit for Sizzler Editions, tech edit for a company out of the Midwest and now I’m a tobacconist at one of California’s oldest tobacconists.
Barb – Do you have any advice for unpublished authors?
Sascha – Grow a thick skin. Some editor like me is going to see potential in your work, butcher it, make you feel like shit and push your buttons until you break and then push you more, all because we the editor saw something in you that said ‘Yeah, this author can hunt.”
Barb – What’s the hardest part of writing a book?
Sascha – sobriety and that hangover the next day.
Barb – Why did you choose the genre you write in?
Sascha – I love romance because it allows me to bleed and share that with others who feel the same way.
Barb – Are you a plotter or a pantzer?
Sascha – Strict Plotter
Barb – What is your writing schedule?
Sascha – brutal.
Barb – Could you describe to us your typical writing day?
Sascha – There isn’t any sort of “typical” writing day but basically the general agenda is to answer emails, field some social media, facebook/twitter/fetlife etc, and then sit down to hit my word count for the day. Discipline is important.
Barb – How did you come up with your premise for your books?
Sascha – Depends on the books in question and the plot/premise. Sometimes I steal from things like Burn Notice or anime I really like, modify them enough to differentiate but still market to that audience, other times I play the what if game.
Barb – Where do you get your inspiration?
Sascha – Life.
Barb – Your favorite books and author?
Sascha – Right now I’m really loving JR Ward’s Black Dagger Brotherhood series
Barb – Which genres do you prefer to read?
Sascha – Paranormal Romance
Barb – What is the one book that you think everyone should read?
Sascha – all of mine…
Barb – How important do you find the communication between you and your readers? Do you reply to their messages or read their reviews?
Sascha – My readers are my world. Without them I wouldn’t be where I am.
Barb – Do you prefer Twitter or Facebook?
Sascha – Fetlife…
Barb – Where can readers find your books?
Sascha – All my titles are on amazon: https://www.amazon.com/author/
Barb – Where is your work available?
Sascha – Amazon, Barnes and Noble, All Romance E-books, Sizzler Editions, Total E-bound, Decadent Publishing
Barb – The last book you’ve read?
Sascha – Lover Revealed by JR Ward
Barb – Have you ever Googled yourself?
Sascha – Yup
Barb – Vampires or werewolves?
Sascha – Tough call. I’m a wolf, but I’m eternal…
Barb – Do you ever run into someone who says “You write WHAT?”
Sascha – All the time.
Barb – What is in the works for you next?
Sascha – A nap. I just returned from Atlanta, was moderating and on several panels at DragonCON and damn I’m tired!
Barb – What projects are you currently working on right now? Would you mind sharing them with us?
Sascha – Indeed. Two projects – Covenant of Wolves series, involving the restoration of the Faery Kingdom back to its magical glory through the help of Millie the Fae and Prince Faolan, a wolf with special powers. The other project is my Burning Desires series, a sort of “what if the characters in Burn Notice were all puma shifters?” Both are erotic romances
Author: Sascha Illyvich
Publisher: Sizzler Editions
Length: 116 pages
Kandy is a young, free spirit. Not afraid to live life, she pushes her body and soul to the limit, hitting all the loud metal concerts, knocking back drinks with the best of them, and coming home hung over to Ian Richards, the man who has taken her under his wing since she came to live with him after her parents died years ago.
Of course, Ian has a past too. He and his ex-wife parted on friendly enough terms, but he still feels guilty for their breakup. It seems to him that his sexy little roommate, who happens to be nine years younger than him, was a part of their problem. Only, his concern for her seemed fatherly until she comes home one night after a Slipknot concert and decides to seduce him. After all, she’s old enough.
For someone her age, she’s wise beyond her years, which even Ian can give her, but still. Can Kandy show Ian that in order to grow, he has to get his priorities straight? Can he get out of his head and let go of the past long enough to see just what he has under his nose? Or will he cling to memories of the past failures and remain stuck?
Speeding down I-45 towards Dallas, he didn’t know what he was thinking when he let her drive. It was one thing to say “here, let’s take my car,” and another to say “Kandy, you drive.”
He should have known better.
Taking his car was a better choice, it was brand new. He took very good care of his new Jaguar, but Kandy just had to test the new fuel injection system on the highway this time of year. She just had to test the sound system complete with the latest and cleanest speakers on the market.
It wouldn’t be so bad if she listened to something calmer than the vocalist from Mudvayne scream.
Of course, maybe she identified. The vocalist was quite pissed off, but he had to be in his early twenties, right?
Stopping at a truck stop in Centerville, they both got out, stretching their legs. Kandy was dressed in blue jeans that hugged her well rounded ass and emphasized just how tiny she was, a red velvet jacket that hid her frame. She wore a tight black top, showing Ian plenty of cleavage. Her bright red ponytail swung over the curve of her ass. Complete with two inch boots, she was a knockout!
Ian dressed more conservatively. Black slacks, a beautiful purple ribbed sweater that Kandy bought him last year for Christmas, and his trusty Bostonians. Black of course.
Finishing up, Ian met Kandy outside the store and walked with her, arm in arm towards the car.
“I’ll drive,” Ian looked sternly into Kandy’s beautiful eyes.
Kandy pouted, “You don’t like my driving?”
“No,” Ian’s voice was firm.
“Coward.” Sticking her tongue out at him made Ian think of things he shouldn’t. This was just a little vacation, right?
“Fine,” she retorted to his silence. But I get to crank up the music still.”
Ian sighed heavily.
“Yay!” Kandy jumped up, clapping like a little girl who’d just gotten permission to eat sweets.
They got in the car and immediately, Kandy turned up the stereo. More Mudvayne.
“Oh come on, there’s passion behind this band. You know what that is, don’t you?”
Ian groaned loudly. “Yes, I know what passion is.”
“Was. Until,” she stopped herself.
Ian was quick to catch her mistake. “How old are these guys?”
It was too late. Kandy had drifted into the heavy rhythms of the bass players’ slap technique.
They were just outside Dallas when Kandy reached over and put her hand on Ian’s thigh. Twitching, he ignored her, feeling deaf. She’d switched out Mudvayne for a louder band with a vocalist who vacillated between sounding like an angel, or like he’d swallowed pins for breakfast.
Jerking when her hand inched up his thigh, Ian looked at Kandy, thrashing to the music. Well, that was a term for it anyway.
Before Ian became fully cognizant, Kandy’s hand had managed to find its’ way to his crotch. The warmth of her hand was welcome, but dangerous.
“What are you doing?” he asked when his zipper slid down.
Kandy reached a hand into his pants, threading her fingers through his boxers.
Choking back a groan, Ian managed to keep his eyes on the road. It had grown considerably darker now.
“What the hell are you doing, Candace?”
“Mmm, don’t call me Candace,” she purred before freeing his cock. She began stroking it, her fingers warming and massaging his rigid cock.
“I can’t pull over for this nonse–” he couldn’t finish the sentence. Keeping his eyes focused on the road, he realized her warm breath had kissed his cock.
Then her lips fell over him.
“I can’t be–oh god Kandy your mouth is so warm…”
Her lips brushed the head of his swollen member, Ian’s knees jerked against the gas pedal, sending them within inches of the car in front of them.
The car in front of them honked, flipped Ian off and changed lanes.
Ian peered down, then at the driver who gave him a thumbs up once he glanced over to see Kandy’s mouth working him over.
Ian groaned pleasurably. His body was on fire, his nerves ready to explode in Kandy’s mouth, but he maintained control. If she wasn’t careful, they’d wreck.
It started to snow.
“Fucking great!” Ian choked the words out when she sank his cock completely inside her mouth.
“I know,” Kandy replied. “You taste so damn good,” she licked the head of his cock like a lollipop. Ian grunted, trying to concentrate on the road, but Kandy’s tongue snaked around his shaft, sliding up one side and down another.
Clutching the steering wheel, his knuckles had turned white by now, and his thighs ached from his trying to remain in control of his car.
It purred, or at least he thought it did until he slowed the car and saw Kandy, purring against his cock. The sensation sent shivers racing through him. Her hot mouth covered him, sliding his cock out of her mouth with a popping sound.
“Kandy,” he gritted his teeth together. Slowing the car, he heard her giggle.
“This is so fun though,” she lowered her mouth over his cock, brushing the sensitive skin with her teeth.
The friction of her wet lips against his swollen sex was enough to drive him wild. “You should stop,” he reiterated, “or I’ll come in your mouth.”
“That’s the idea,” she licked him again.
Thrusting his hips upwards in an attempt to buck her, he quickly realized that he only added to their pleasure.
She wasn’t going to stop.
Ian didn’t care right now. The speed sign passed by too quickly for him to see what the legal limit was, but it didn’t matter. His gray jaguar could outrun any patrol car, but he really didn’t want to have matters come to that.
“Kandy,” he lowered a hand to her hair, stroking her curls, playing, tangling his fingers in her silky hair.
“Silly pet,” she uttered and moved up and down his cock faster and faster, excitement building in him. His throbbing cock jerked in her mouth once, his control over his body gone.