You Have Me by @meganslayer #contemporary #vampire #bdsm #paranormal #meganslayer

You Have Me by Megan Slayer

Megan Slayer Publications

Contemporary Paranormal Romance

BDSM Romance

Erotic

Novella

Vampires

When the rest of the world crumbles and fails, you have me.

Kynan Laing gave up his mortal soul to the will of the Sources, the ancient beings in charge of the universe. With the sensual grace and speed in his vampire form, he serves in his role as a Protector for the Supernatural world. But the impending war between the Supers and Hunters is heating up. The woman he’s charged to protect is all grown up and the perfect submissive partner he wants. Can he keep his heart under wraps while keeping her safe?


Alexa Mercury doesn’t know why she’s supposed to trust the vampire, but she does. Even when she pushed him away, Kynan watches over her. She craves him like no other and wants to submit body and soul to him, even if he is a Supernatural creature of the night. When circumstances beyond her control force them together, Lexa will have to decide whether to offer her heart to the vampire or risk her very soul.

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EXCERPT:

Copyright © 2018 by Megan Slayer

Kynan closed the door to her room and enfolded her in his arms. He stroked her hair, breathing in the scent of her perfume. Watching her through the window paled in comparison to actually holding her.

“Stay with me tonight.” Lexa’s words curled around his heart. “I need you more than you know.”

“You have me,” he replied. She fit so perfectly against his body, like they’d been fated to be together. He thanked God and the forces who’d thrown them together. He kissed the top of her head. “You’re shaking.” Kynan carried her to the bed and cuddled her on his lap. Was their reuniting too much, too soon? Too bad.

“Don’t peer into my head.” Lexa rubbed his arm.

“I won’t.” Damn it. He’d spent so much time peering into the heads of humans he forgot what it was like to take someone on their word. “Tell me what’s upsetting you?” Besides her scary as hell ex happened to be a hunter and wanted him dead. “I’ll lay down my life for you.”

“You’re dead.” She tipped her gaze to his. His skin tingled from her touch on his arm. Most of the time he felt nothing. Now that he was with her, everything came into sharp focus. Her touch sizzled on his skin, and he longed for his heart to beat for her. He groaned.

“I don’t want to be alone.” Lexa kissed his neck, pressing her face to his jugular. “I want to feel loved, not like I’m a freak.”

“You’ve never been a freak.” Why should she feel that way? Because she liked kinky sex? Because she knew a vampire? Bullshit. “Tell me what you like.”

“You.”

Favorite Tropes in #romance with @meganslayer #writing #reading #romance

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I had to think a while on this. What’s my favorite trope in romance… I wasn’t sure. The cover art has to catch my attention. Once it does, then the blurb does. If the title is strange, then I might pass. I’m also inclined to read authors I know. Sounds a bit snobby, I suppose. I read new-to-me authors, but of late, I have come across quite a few bombs.

So what is my favorite trope in romance? What makes me pick up the book after the cover art, title and blurb have snagged me?

  • Second chance romance. I’m inclined to believe people can change and can have second chances. It’s realistic.
  • Friends to lovers romance. You know, the kind where they’ve been friends the whole time and the romance has simmered but they haven’t acted and then have a reason to do so. Those.
  • Naughty romance. Okay, this is rather broad. I mean, naughty is so spectrum-y. I don’t mean the stuff that’s nigh on to illegal. I mean bdsm stuff. Maybe a May-December romance. Something that’s naughty.
  • M/M Romance. I don’t consider this a trope, but I have add it. Mostly, I love small-town M/M Romance. There’s something about guys connecting in a small town where everyone knows everyone that does something for me.

What about you? What’s your favorite trope? I’d love to know.

While you’re here, check out one of my books written in my favorite Small Town M/M Romance trope, Home to Cedarwood. 🙂

Home to Cedarwood by Megan Slayer

Cedarwood Pride, Book 1

Pride Publishing

Contemporary Romance

Single Gay Fathers

M/M, Anal Sex

Will the naysayers drive Colin and Jordan apart, or will the two make their way together in this small town?

Colin Baker owns a bookstore and he’s back in Cedarwood with his son. He’s looking for a new start after a bad breakup, but he never expected that start to include his old crush, Officer Jordan Hargrove. Jordan hasn’t come out, but if he can score with Colin, then he’s all in. He’s dreamed of hot nights with the quiet man.

After a speeding ticket and some hurt feelings, sparks fly between the bookstore owner and the police officer, but Cedarwood is a small town with small-town values, and a gay couple isn’t what the town expects. Colin’s created a support group for single gay fathers and he feels he’s making some difference in Cedarwood. Some folks are fine with these two men reconnecting, but others aren’t.

Will their love survive or will it fall apart before they get started?

Publisher’s Note: This book was previously released elsewhere. It has been revised and reedited for release with Pride Publishing.

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His Girl by @meganslayer #romance #hot #contemporary @evernightpub

His Girl by Megan Slayer

The Underground, 2

From Evernight Publishing

Contemporary BDSM Romance

Novella

Contains BDSM, Anal Sex, Toys, Spanking, Public Exhibition and M/F Sex

Mary Allen’s never been a guy magnet. Most men are put off by her confidence in the workplace. Not Sebastian. He kindles a passion she thought was long dead. After one scene, she’s ready to jump back into the lifestyle. But can a workplace romance really work?

Sebastian Paul came back to the Underground after time away to figure out what he wanted from his life. He can’t escape the desire or the need for the scene, but he hasn’t found his perfect sub—until he spots Mary. He never expected to see her at the club. She works with him, and although she oozes confidence, he notes her desire to submit. He wants Mary as his girl. No question. But will she want him in return?

When passion ignites, love will find a way.

Be Warned: BDSM, anal sex, sex toys, spanking, public exhibition

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He patted her ass. Damn. He hadn’t expected to find Mary when he’d come to the Underground club. She hadn’t been a member during his first run at the club. If she had, he’d have remembered her and probably already owned her. He’d dreamed about her luscious body and longed for her kiss.

But they worked together. He considered her a friend and hadn’t asked her stance on dating coworkers. Maybe he should’ve.

He shifted on the bench to watch her. He had a thing for tall women. He liked curves, but something about Mary spoke to him. “I have one request.”

She glanced over her shoulder. “Yes, Sir?”

The words sounded sweet coming from her lips. “Leave your shoes on.”

“Yes, Sir.” She smiled, then stood in front of the bed.

“Tell me what you like when you’re getting yourself off.” He folded his hands over his crotch to hide his burgeoning erection. She turned him on in so many ways. He longed to taste her.

“Sir.” Her brown eyes flashed. “I will.”

She’d said she liked to be on display. Was she turned on by performing? He’d tuck that fact away for later.

“I like to be touched.” She hooked her thumbs in the thin elastic of her thong and shoved the narrow fabric down her legs. The garment landed at her feet. “I prefer being blindfolded, but when I touch myself, I don’t want any barriers.” 

Innocent and Sweet by @meganslayer #contemporary #romance #hot @changelingpress

Innocent and Sweet by Megan Slayer

Roosters, Book 1

Changeling Press

Short Story

M/F, New Adult – Older Man, Younger Woman

Anissa Dunn wants one man — Kameron. He’s got looks, brains and a boatload of attitude… and all that muscle. A girl can only take so much, and he’s her heart’s desire. She’s not afraid to give as good as she gets and she wants him to be her teacher in all things carnal.

There’s only one catch — he’s her bodyguard and the rules state she can’t date the staff.

But rules are meant to be broken…

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EXCERPT:

Copyright ©2018 Megan Slayer

I will make him notice me. Anissa adjusted her dress. The cherry-red halter frock hung on her thin frame. So much for the correct fit. She sighed. No matter what she did, she couldn’t put on weight. She debated what to add to improve her figure. If she wore the leather jacket, she’d appear edgy. The clunky boots helped increase her height, so she was fine there. But her bust… drat. She peered down at her chest. A wave of nausea hit her as she thought about her dating past. Guys didn’t want to date a woman with a flat chest — or so they’d told her.

She spied the gel bra cups she’d bought during her last trip to the fabric store. If she had boobs, maybe the guy of her dreams would finally notice her. He had to.

Anissa stuffed the chilly padding beneath the cups of her dress. Her boobs looked huge. Instead of the burst of confidence she’d expected, she hated her reflection in the mirror. The additions didn’t fit her frame. But she had a date and no choice but to do her best to entice him. If fake boobs worked, then fine. She’d take her chances.

She donned the jacket, then grabbed her purse and hurried downstairs.

Kam stood in the foyer. He wore the same battered leather jacket, faded jeans and dark sunglasses as he always did. He touched his earpiece. “In position.”

Her heart fluttered. Kameron Stone personified sex in human form. Her nipples ached, and she pressed her knees together. She’d never been with a man and wanted Kam to be her first. If she had her way, he’d be her only.

Would he fuck her?

Better yet, would he love her the way she loved him?

“I have the package,” Kam said. “Preparing to leave.”

She frowned. The package. She didn’t have the honor of being referred to by her name. Gaining his attention wasn’t going to be easy. “I’m ready.”

Kam nodded. “This way, Ms. Dunn.”

“Anissa.” He’d used her last name. Dang it. She’d pleaded with him so many times to call her by her first name. Ms. Dunn was her mother. She was just Anissa.

“Ms. Dunn.” Kam escorted her to the front porch, then down the steps. He opened the passenger door of the limo. “After you.”

“Thanks.” She couldn’t leave the house without her trusty bodyguard, Kam. She settled on the seat and folded her hands on her lap. Kam would do anything to protect her, and she trusted him, but she was twenty-one and her father needed to put some faith in her. He’d sheltered her from everything. She didn’t resent him for trying — when she turned twenty-five, she’d come into a hefty sum of cash via the trust her mother had left her, but still. She’d gone to an all-girls college, a private all-girls high school and never spent more than a few hours on her own. She crossed her legs, and her skirt rode high on her leg. Did Kam notice? Did he care?

She swept her gaze over him as he sat beside her. Strong and silent. He wore his clothes like a second skin, could eviscerate anyone who tried to get too close, but Kam said so little. Half the time she had no idea if he listened to her. Knowing him, he tuned her out.

“Kam?” She shifted in her seat to face him. Her skirt rode higher. He didn’t pay her any attention, which rankled her. “Kameron.”

“Ms. Dunn.” He seemed to stare straight ahead.

She whipped out her phone. She couldn’t go through with the date. Not now. She sent a text to the driver, requesting he stay in the driveway. She’d sent the itinerary to the security team but saw no point in leaving the house. Kam wasn’t paying attention to her — not in the way she wanted. He didn’t seem to care.

She sighed. According to the magazines she’d bought, her college roommate and the dirty movies she’d watched in the middle of the night, she had to be aggressive and demand what she wanted. Sure… she could be aggressive. She could demand his attention. But she wasn’t sure how.

Anissa switched seats to face Kam. The car rolled to a stop, most likely in front of the house. She parted her legs and leaned back. “Kam.”

If he looked at her, she couldn’t tell.

“Ms. Dunn?” Kam tensed, and the muscle in his jaw twitched. “Are you okay?”

Nope. He hadn’t noticed her lousy attempts to entice him.

“I’m fine,” she mumbled. What a liar…”I’d like to talk to you.”

Seeing You Again by @meganslayer #romance #gay #gayromance #contemporary @mlrbooks

Seeing You Again By Megan Slayer

Short Story

M/M, Anal Sex

From MLR Press

Cover by Kris Jacen

Part of the Picture This series, Book 3

Brandon Kidd has three loves – his art, the music of Depeche Mode, and his boyfriend, Aydin. He’s seen the band in concert a few times but needs to see them one more time. He’s determined to go to the Cleveland event. There’s only one snag. Aydin doesn’t share his devotion to the band. When an opportunity to attend comes along, Brandon has to decide between following his desire and his heart.

Aydin may not be a fan of Depeche Mode, but he’ll do anything for Brandon. Plus, Brandon’s birthday is coming up. How better to spend the day than to take the love of his life to the concert of the year? But Brandon’s pulling away. Will Aydin’s surprise work out, or will the special night be their last?

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EXCERPT:

©Megan Slayer, 2018, all rights reserved

“I’d drive forever to see Depeche Mode in concert,” Brandon said. “Seriously, forever.”

“Depeche Mode?” Aydin sighed. He loved Brandon, even if he didn’t share Brandon’s taste in music. “If you drive forever, you’d never see them. You’d be driving.”

“You knew what I meant.” Brandon stuck out his tongue. “I’m going to sit on that website until the tickets go live.”

“The radio station’s been promoting the concert pretty heavy all week. What if you don’t get the tickets?” All Brandon had talked about was getting into the concert. He had no real plan other than to hope he’d be quicker than everyone else trying to get tickets. The concert hadn’t been announced until three weeks before the event. The tickets weren’t going on sale until two weeks prior to the concert. “You might not get on the site, let alone nab those elusive tickets. Everyone wants to see the band.”

“I’m thinking positive.” Brandon grinned. “My parents or sister might be able to help. Chris knows people.”

“He’s only got a part-time job reading the news at the radio station. He’s kind of low in seniority.” But Chris, Brandon’s brother-in-law, did know people in the music business and could help.

“So? They owe me.” Brandon fluttered his hand. “My birthday’s coming up.”

“I know.” Aydin plunged the last plate into the soapy water. He’d been with Brandon since the beginning of the year. He hadn’t thought he had a chance with Brandon. His boyfriend was so flamboyant and loud. Brandon knew everyone. He wore makeup and colored his hair according to his mood. How he’d ever noticed Aydin was beyond Aydin’s understanding. He was plain, quiet and nothing like Brandon, but they worked as a couple. Opposites attracted. He washed the plate and tried to ignore Brandon’s whining.

“I’m dying here. Do you know how it feels to need to see the band that’s been the soundtrack to your life? How it feels to not get to see them live? It’s killing me,” Brandon said. “Killing me.”

“Aren’t you being overly dramatic?” Aydin asked. He rinsed the plate. “Your entire life? You listened to Depeche Mode at age three?”

“You knew what I meant.”

“I did.” He dried his hands, then wrapped his arms around Brandon. “Don’t freak out about not getting those tickets until you don’t have them.” He paused. “Oh, and I know how it feels never to see my favorites live. I’ll never see Glenn Miller’s orchestra, Judy Garland, or George Michael since they’re all dead. I never saw any of them on stage, but I’m still breathing.”

Brandon frowned.

“Can’t argue, can you?” He kissed Brandon. “I know what you mean about the band, though.” He had to smooth it over. Brandon hated to lose arguments or be discounted. Aydin let go of him. “I do understand, though. You’ve had music at each of your gallery shows, and most of the songs are Depeche Mode. I listen to you working to music.” He was more of a showtune kind of guy, but he appreciated Brandon’s taste. “You go with what you like best.”

“Then you know why I have to be there. My creative spirit depends on this concert,” Brandon said. He dried the first plate. “I need it.”

Aydin rolled his eyes and resumed washing the rest of the dishes. “Careful. If you get any more dramatic, people will think you’re auditioning for a film role or a play over at the theater.” He bumped shoulders with Brandon. “Thanks for helping me finish these.”

Brandon sighed, drawing the noise out. “I’ve got to see that band.”

“I know.”

“I need a plan.”

“You do.” He wouldn’t argue. Brandon was too driven.

Brandon snapped his fingers. “I’ll get your computer and mine going at the same time, and whichever one gets onto the site, plus to the ticket page first, that’s the one I’ll use.”

“Whatever works.”

“Aydin.”

He rolled his shoulders to crack his spine. “What?”

“I wish you understood. Glenn Miller and Judy Garland have been dead for years. You’d never be able to see them. You don’t get how important this is,” Brandon said.

“I do understand.” Why wasn’t Brandon letting this go? “You love them. You want to see them. Do it. I don’t care.”

“You’re making light of this,” Brandon said. “For me, it’s do or die.”

“No, it’s not. You won’t drop dead if you miss the concert.” He finished washing the dishes and drained the water. “But I do get the importance. What I meant with the ‘whatever works’ comment was, do whatever you have to do in order to get those tickets–as long as it’s not illegal. I’ll help you and won’t get in the way.”

Her Sir by @meganslayer #romance #bdsm #hotread #oneclick @evernightpub

Her Sir by Megan Slayer

Evernight Publishing

Contemporary Erotic Romance

M/F, BDSM, Exhibitionism, Anal Sex, Toys, Spanking

There’s only one man for Andi—her Sir.

Andi McCarron knew the moment she met Sir’s gaze, he’d change her life forever. Despite other Doms wanting her as their sub, she only submits to him because he knows how to make her skin tingle. The pain delivered from his crop makes her spirit sing. She needs Sir but she wants more—except he’s not interested in taking the relationship outside of the club. What’s a girl to do when the man of her dreams, the one wielding the crop, won’t leave the club?

Dean Meyer craves his sweet sub, Andi. She fills his dreams and fantasies, but she wants a relationship. He’s not sure she can handle both his demons and secrets. Still, he can’t deny the attraction to her. When fate throws them together, he has to make a choice—give his sub what she needs or let her go for good. 

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Excerpt:

©2018 Megan Slayer, All Rights Reserved

“You control everything,” she blurted. Her cheeks reddened, and she bowed her head. “Sorry. But you do.”

“Actually, you do. When we play, you’re the one in control. You say stop or slow, and I follow. I push you, but you tell me when you’re done. I’ll encourage you to stretch your boundaries, but only because I want to make you fly.” He pushed the cooling coffee to the side. “If you say no, then I respect your decision.”

“You expect me to kneel.” She flattened her palms on the table. “Like that last time.”

“I wanted to show off my beautiful woman. If you’d have said no before we left the private area, I would’ve stayed out of the main room.” He leveled his gaze at her. “I expect a partner. You were my best partner.” He hadn’t taught her very well if she thought she was second rate. When they played again—and they would be—he’d show her what he meant.

“You have one. A partner. I saw the demonstration,” she said. “You replaced me.”

“Slow down.” He hadn’t known she was at the club when he’d done the demonstration or he would’ve plucked her from the audience. “Which demo?”

“There’s more than one?”

“I don’t have a permanent sub, so I’m expected to do demonstrations for visitors, for the videos … for people who want to play the voyeur. That’s part of my job at the club.” Not his favorite part and he couldn’t wait to pass the torch to someone else, but he’d tell her that later. She managed to aggravate him like no other. He wanted to stretch her ass across his lap and spank the sass out of her. Then he wanted to kiss her until she collapsed. He wasn’t one to settle down, but she made him think twice. In her own way, she’d broken him.

“I thought we had something.” She turned her cup around. “Now I understand I was just another client.”

“I never said that. Never thought it,” he said. She’d been special from the start. He loved the way she felt in his arms, the way she moaned during a scene, the flicker in her eyes just before she came…

“Then why replace me? Why not tell me how you felt?” she asked. “Or have you come to this realization now that we’re not at the club?”

“First, I didn’t replace you. I don’t have any one sub I play with. The girls in the video are one and done. No sex, just demonstration and go. I haven’t found anyone who can fill your place. I’ve had a couple offers, but they aren’t you.” They shouldn’t be having this conversation in public, but she needed reassurance. “Would you like to have dinner with me tonight?”

Soft Stone by @meganslayer #gay #gayromance #pnr @evernightpub

Soft Steel by Megan Slayer

Celestial Mates, Book 6

Contemporary Paranormal, Fantasy LGBTQ Romance

M/M, Anal Sex, Cross Dressing

Novella (21,000 words)

From Evernight Publishing

Cover Art by Jay Aheer

Celestial Mates, 6

Valermo Dax wants to be loved. He doesn’t fit into societal molds and he’s fine with that. If he can find a guy who adores him as-is, even better. Stripping isn’t getting him noticed by the kind of guys he wants to date—until Corey walks into the club.

Corey Blumenthal knows who he wants to see at the club—Val. Ever since they shared a biology class four years ago, he’s crushed on the sexy man sporting glitter and those sky-high heels. He finally winds up the courage to take Val home, but things don’t go as planned. A curse, shouted in anger, turns their world upside down.

Can these two men find the strength, courage, and love they always knew they had in order to save each other? Or will the curse change them forever?

Be Warned: m/m sex

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Excerpt:

He leaned across the console and kissed Corey. “Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me yet.” He engaged the engine. “I might be shit in the sack.”

“I doubt it.” He laced his fingers with Corey’s and relaxed. “Even if you are, I’ll teach you.”

Corey sped out of the lot. “I could use a good teacher.” He chuckled. “I saw you back in biology and wanted you, but when I gathered the courage to visit the club and saw you again … I knew I had to grow some balls. I had to have you.”

“I want to be owned.” He shifted on the seat. “Even if it’s by a teaching assistant.”

“Don’t make me sound so great.” Corey snorted. “Teaching art is my passion.”

“Art?” He could see it. Corey would be sexy as hell in nothing but an apron and standing in front of a canvas painting. “Any particular period or media?”

“Ancient Greek art is my favorite period and drawing is my medium.” He stopped at the Middlesex Hotel, then turned into the lot and parked. “Val, I think I know what Mitt meant.”

“Huh?” He’d tried to forget his former boss. “Ignore him.”

“I can’t,” Corey said. “The thing about Zeus. It wasn’t idle chitchat or bullshit. He uttered a mangled version of a real curse.”

“Curse? Mitt? Then only curses that man knows are four-letter words.” No way Mitt had the intelligence or balls to use a true curse.

“I know this stuff. It’s on pottery.” Corey’s brow furrowed. “I’m serious. He cursed you.”

He fought the urge to roll his eyes, but he’d play along. “Okay, how did he curse me? I’m going to lose my money? I’m not exactly rolling in the cash. I’ll be ugly? Many guys don’t want a man who wears women’s clothing and underwear. I’ll be lonely? He wouldn’t sink that low.”

“No, It’s not about those things—not exactly.”

“Then spit it out. How’d he curse me?” He’d love to hear this.

“You’ll turn to stone.”

Soft Granite by @meganslayer #romance #gay #gayromance #pnr @evernightpub

Soft Granite by Megan Slayer

Contemporary Paranormal Gay Romance

From Evernight Publishing

M/M, Anal Sex

New Adult

Celestial Mates, 5

What happens when the curse goes wrong, but the outcome is all right?

Ryan Rourke wasn’t looking for love when he sat at the foot of the statue, Michael Emerging. The inanimate object listens and he could swear there’s someone beneath the granite. One night he gives into his desire and kisses the statue. It won’t hurt anything, right? It’s just a granite statue—except there’s a soul in the cold rock.

Indio fell in love with Ryan the moment the shy college junior spoke to him the first time. The tenderness, warmth, and sense of humor were everything Indio wanted—if he weren’t trapped in granite. The attraction is stronger than he ever thought possible. Can Ryan’s kiss free him forever? Or will the power of Zeus and the majesty of the curse be too much to overcome? If Indio has his way, he will get his man.

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Ryan followed Indio into the building. He couldn’t wrap his mind around what had happened. Indio was real. He glanced back at the empty platform. He’d seen Indio walk off the stone slab and his skin turn from harsh gray to pale peach. If Ryan believed what he’d seen, then the curse story was possible.

He walked into the first life drawing room. Indio darted ahead and snagged one of the robes the models wore between stints posing nude.

Although he should be on his guard, Ryan swept his gaze over Indio’s nude form. For a man who’d spent time in stone, he was still toned. A bit pale, but if he’d been out of the sun, he would be pasty. His inky black hair curled over his forehead. When he glanced back at Ryan, his icy blue eyes sparkled. He strode with purpose, but not swagger. His velvety voice slid down Ryan’s spine and Ryan longed to grab his tight ass. Ryan wanted to gawk at Indio’s package, but also didn’t want to look too eager.

Indio covered his nudity in a robe. “Where do you want to start? I’ll explain everything.”

“I’d like to start by undressing you and licking my way all over your body,” Ryan blurted. Shit. He’d said that out loud.

“For a man who seemed afraid of me, you’re forward. I like it.” Indio sat on one of the drawing benches. “When I convince you I’m real, we will kiss again. You’re a good kisser.”

Convince? He could see a real man who’d stepped out of a statue. There was no need to prove what he’d seen. Still, he should apologize for what he’d said. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that out loud.”

“I don’t mind. I want to kiss and explore you, too.” Indio grinned. “I’ve learned if I want someone, I need to be honest and go for him.”

“You want me? Or someone else?” He needed to stop talking.

“I do.”

Stuff on My Bucket List with @meganslayer #lists #thingstodo #bucketlist

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I haven’t thought much about my bucket list. I don’t know why. I’ve thought about what I wanted to accomplish and why I’m not ready to die just yet. There are books I want to finish, passwords I need to make sure I’ve given to DH and what about my dog? She needs me.

But this is about bucket lists. I’m honestly not sure what would be on it. I guess I’ll go with places I want to see.

Liverpool – Uh the birthplace of the Beatles, yes please!

Mt Rushmore – I want to see the artwork, even if I’m conflicted about other stuff with it.

Devil’s Tower – the name says it all and I’ve seen so many cool photos of it at sunset and sunrise. I’m intrigued and want to see it for myself.

the Field of Dreams field in Iowa – It’s the FIELD OF DREAMS FIELD!!!!

Bloomington, Illinois – Henry Blake from M*A*S*H lived there and always talked about it. I don’t know if it’s that great, but I want to visit.

White Sands – because it’s the alternate landing spot (of a few) for the space shuttle (if it ever flies again)

the USAF base in Dayton (Wright-Pat) – There are supposed to be aliens there, but also because I want to see the airplanes. I want to go visit wherever there are A-10 Warthog planes, too. I love A-10s.

Roswell – Hello, aliens!!

What about you? Where would you go for your bucket list? I’d love to know!

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Craving by Wendi Zwaduk

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Soft Clay by @meganslayer #romance #pnr #erotic #contemporary @evernightpub #meganslayer

Soft Clay by Megan Slayer

book 4 in the Celestial Mates series

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Celestial Mates, 4

Evernight Publishing

Two souls trapped—can they find freedom in each other’s arms?

Nike, the goddess of speed, can’t move. She’s the goddess of strength and she can’t shatter her curse. The goddess of victory has lost her weapons—her shield and spear. She put her faith in a human, only to be cursed. Can another human be the key to her salvation and freedom from the clay?

Charlie needs someone who can understand him. A person to cherish him. Male or female, he doesn’t care. He’s intrigued by Nike’s statue. Call him infatuated. But she’s a statue and they don’t come to life from true love’s kiss, do they?

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“Andy swears it’s possible—you being alive somewhere in there.” His mascara smeared as he rubbed under his eyes. “Is it? Are you really in that rock?”

Come here and find out.

He stood, then climbed onto her pedestal. He held onto her wings, then her shoulders. “You know those wings are great, doll. If you are real, I want to know who makes them. I want a set. They’ll be great when I club. We can look like underwear models together.” He trailed his fingers down her cheek and traced her lips. “You’re beautiful. Whoever sculpted you outdid themselves.” He shrugged. “I don’t know anything about sculptures, but you’re…I don’t have words.”

No sculptor, just me.

He rested his forehead against hers. “I can almost feel your skin. It’s like there’s really skin beneath mine, but that’s not possible. You’re stone or whatever.”

His breath warmed her face and hunger shimmered in his eyes. He reminded her of Lydos, but stronger. Tingles shot through her. He could be the one. He caressed her shoulders as a lover might. Kiss me. Free me from this curse.

He leaned back for a moment, then faced her again. “This is crazy. Nuts. Bonkers.”

So?

“If you were real, I’d kiss you all over. I’d have to taste you. Then I’d run my fingers through your hair. I’d suck on your titties until you screamed,” he murmured. “Once you’ve come at least twice, I’d sink my dick into you. I bet you’d feel like heaven.”

She wanted to kiss him and do all the things he’d mentioned. Zeus, why in the name of Hades did you have to curse me?

The man tilted his head and brushed his lips across hers. She flexed her fingers, then opened her mouth to deepen the kiss. A moan rumbled in her throat. For the first time in thousands of years, she could hear the sound. She touched his hip. Zeus, she’d done it. She’d found the person who could free her. This man had broken the curse. She wanted to memorize this moment for the rest of eternity so she could savor it later. This man made her happy, even if she barely knew him. They could have the time of their lives and would if she got her way.

First, she needed to learn the name of her savior, her beautiful hero.