Oldie But a Goodie ~ Believe by @MeganSlayer ~ Have You Read It? #readinglist #suggestion #oldiebutgoodie

Believe believe

A Trust novella

Megan Slayer

Liquid Silver Books


M/M, Anal Sex, BDSM, Shibari, Bondage, Spanking, Toys


Long distance relationships are never easy, especially at Christmas time. But if Raylan and Chase can learn to trust each other and believe in the power of love, they’ll not only get their Christmas wish this year, but for all the Christmases to come!

Raylan believed himself unworthy of love until he met Chase. Chase brought out Raylan’s natural need to control and the power to force submission. But time and distance make having a relationship hard. Can Raylan prove to Chase they have what it takes for love to last through this Christmas and every other Christmas for the rest of their lives?

Chase found the muse for his songs in Raylan. Each time they touch, kiss, make love, music fills his soul. But working odd gigs to make ends meet while Raylan photographs rock and roll royalty isn’t beneficial to Chase’s creativity. Can he convince Raylan they’re better off together than apart?


Available at:

Liquid Silver Books: http://www.lsbooks.com/believe-p93.php

AllRomance Ebooks: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-believe-660939-145.html

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00CT5RCVO?keywords=megan%20slayer%20believe&qid=1445899066&ref_=sr_1_1&sr=8-1

BN: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/believe-megan-slayer/1108818138?ean=9781595789112&itm=5&usri=megan+slayer



©Megan Slayer, 2011, All Rights Reserved


Chase folded his arms. The tree wasn’t exactly full or decorated very well. A professional would more than likely faint if they saw the crinkled limbs and snarled needles on the second-hand tree. The sad strand of twinkle lights engulfed the two-foot fake pine. The star caused the tree to bow to the right, and the two ornaments didn’t fit on the miniscule branches. Adding candy canes would probably send it the rest of the way over. He cocked his head.

“Raylan?” Raylan eased up behind him, wrapping his arms around Chase and nudging Chase’s ass with his cock. “It’s cute. Not quite what’s expected and a little lopsided, but who needs stale perfection when originality is so much better? I love it. Besides, our originality could be the next big thing in holiday décor. You never know.”

“I don’t know if I want to share.” Chase rested his head on Raylan’s shoulder. “I’ve missed you.”

“Mmm,” Raylan murmured and licked a path of fire along Chase’s neck. “I couldn’t wait to get home. Christmas isn’t any fun alone.”

Groaning, Chase ground his ass into Raylan’s erection. His loins ached. He needed to feel Raylan’s tenderly tough touch. As punishment? Not in the truest sense. He needed to feel wanted and sexy. He turned around in Raylan’s embrace and worked the row of buttons bisecting Raylan’s dress shirt.

“Let me take care of you.” Chase sank to his knees and stared up at Raylan. “Let me remind you what’s here at home.” Chase folded his hands behind his back, waiting for Raylan’s permission to take the initiative. When he felt the touch of a warm hand on his head, Chase took a deep breath, drawing in Raylan’s scent as he kissed Raylan’s cock through his jeans. The motion felt dirty and out of his element and completely sexy. “Merry Christmas to me,” he groaned and flicked his tongue over the blunt end of Raylan’s prick.

“Oh Chase.” Raylan forked his fingers into Chase’s short hair, tugging the strands. He moaned, and his hips bucked. Almost as soon as the action started, Raylan stopped. “Stop.”

Chase froze. Stop? Huh? He didn’t look up at Raylan, rather he stared at Raylan’s jean-clad cock. A shiver cut right through him. Something…something wasn’t right.

Raylan tugged Chase’s head back gently and forced Chase to look him in the eye. The pregnant pause as Raylan considered Chase took the breath from Chase’s chest. Fire flickered in Raylan’s eyes.

“Naked. Now.”


Begin Again by @MeganSlayer ~ Have You Read It Yet? #readinglist #suggestion

Begin AgainBeginAgain_WD

A Take a Pause Story

By Megan Slayer

Contemporary, LGBTQ

M/M, anal sex, Masturbation

Novella (85 pages)


Taking a pause just might be the cure for his broken heart.

Denver Chalmers thought his world completely collapsed when his twin brother, Deiken, committed suicide. Instead of succumbing to the depression, he took a long breath and kept pushing forward with his life. But he’s not really living. Will a chance meeting at the cemetery be the first step toward his salvation?

Jett Dawson shared Denver’s view of the world. Deiken had been his everything, but their seemingly perfect relationship hid a multitude of problems. Jett won’t forget about his past, but he’s ready to move forward. He’s always had a crush on Denver and although he’s been told its wrong, he wants Denver in his life on a romantic level. Will their common ground and mutual desire lead to disaster or something they both need?


Available from MLR Press


And from Amazon


And from AllRomance Ebooks




©Megan Slayer, 2016, All Rights Reserved

Footsteps crunched on the dry grass. He glanced over his shoulder. He wasn’t sure why, but he’d expected to see his ex-boyfriend Mike. Maybe they weren’t good together, but Mike had a way of knowing when Denver was low. He focused on the person walking up to him.

This wasn’t Mike.

Recognition swept over him. He knew the man. Jett Dawson, Deiken’s partner.

Oh shit. The last time he’d spoken to Jett, they’d argued. Jett screamed at him and he’d called Jett an asshole. Back then, he hadn’t known the score and blamed Jett for his brother’s passing. Now he knew better.

The guilt came rushing back to Denver. He wasn’t sure what to say to his twin’s partner.

“Denver.” Jett stopped beside him.

“Jett.” He wanted to be cool and not lose his temper. Deiken’s actions were his own–not Jett’s fault. Besides, Denver had blown his chances at conversation in the past. How did he know now would be different?

“I miss him,” Jett said. He stuffed his hands into his board short’s pockets. “It’s not the same at the plant without him.”

“I bet.” He turned his attention to Jett, but didn’t really see him.

“I come here a lot. I must miss you, since this is the first time I’ve run into you in six months.” Jett sighed, then faced away from the grave. “Can–can we talk? Not exchange pleasantries, but really talk? Not here.”

Denver paused. This could end up therapeutic or really bad. They tended to argue, not talk. But still. If Jett needed someone, he’d try to be there. “I’ve got coffee at the house and it’s quiet. Or lemonade.” He’d always been attracted to Jett, but never said anything because of Deiken. Jett wanted his brother, not him. Then Deiken passed and the argument happened. He doubted once he and Jett talked that Jett would have much to do with him, but he’d give the conversation a shot.

“Coffee or lemonade sounds good.” Jett rocked on his feet. “Really good.”

“Want a minute alone with Deik? I can head to the farm and start the coffee.” Truth be told, he simply needed some separation from his brother’s partner.

“I’m good. I’ve talked to him so many times. Not just here. We talk at the office, the apartment and when I run.” Jett chuckled. “I bet he’s tired of hearing from me.”

“Nah. He loved you.” Denver knew that down to his soul. Deiken always discussed Jett and their life together. “You were his world.”

“Sometimes things aren’t what they seem.” Jett started away from Denver, then paused. “Let’s go to the farm. I know the way.”

Monday Morning Armchair Quarterback ~ Week 7


We still stink, but the Bengals looked a whole lot better this week. They almost looked like the team they were last year. Almost. A win is still a win. I’m running with it. Since it’s that time…let’s get to the funnies.

There are Honorable Mentions from last week–like always–so…here we go…

“it doesn’t look like two.”

What does it look like then?

“they way they got stuffed on third and one…wow.”

Maybe that’s why it was hard to tell if it was two… or three.

“Able to deliver a good ball under duress.”

If it’s two on one and he’s uncomfy, then this is even more impressive. I hope he wanted the two on one.

Okay, time for the Quotes of the Week. These are a real rip. Always!

“they’ve not been able to take it home tonight.”

Maybe they didn’t want to go home?

 “gave it a little shake and got it open.”

Usually it takes fingers to do that…not shaking.

“stuffing it in quickly.”

I guess that’s what to do now that it’s open.

“hit that hole hard.”

Are you sure? Or did they ask for that? Seems questionable.

“could not get it done.”

 I’m thinking there’s a story here. He pushed too hard, was rebuked and that’s the end of that. What do you think?

And now for the Doozy of the Week. Oh my…

This one is all kinds of wrong. Just all kinds.

“down to the ground, back up again and he got the sack.”

He’s got persistence and someone has an impressive sack. Just sayin’.

Thanks for reading and please check out the other posts from the rest of the week.




Andy Dalton, #14, Quarterback for the Cincinnati Bengals
By Melissa Batson (Own work) [CC-BY-SA-3.0

Sunday Snog ~ Until the Night by @WendiZwaduk #sundaysnog #menage #vampires #mfmm


Find the other Snogs right here: http://victoriablisse.co.uk/blog/sunday-snogI

I thought I’d pull an oldie but a goodie out for the Sunday Snog. Enjoy my foursome, Until the Night🙂

Until the Night  1052641

Contemporary, Paranormal


M/F, M/F/M, M/M/F/M, M/M, Menage, Anal Sex

Totally Bound


Having a mate can be a pain. Having three…now that’s unheard of…

Gypsy volunteered to become a vampire, but she had no idea just what she’d agreed to do. As a human, she’d had her pick of willing males to warm her bed. As a creature of the night, she’s striking out.

Until she meets Kendall. He knows what she is and doesn’t care. He’s loved her since he met her, but he had no idea just how complicated her life truly was. Her protectors refuse to leave her side. But what if he wants them on his side, too?

Allan and Todd are mates, plain and simple. Gypsy is in their charge. Period. Until they start to see her not as a problem, but a sexy solution complete with an adorable human thrown in for fun.

Can they come together as a foursome or will they destroy everything they’ve built in the name of passion?

Reader Advisory: This book contains scenes of mm sex, anal play, ménages of the mmf, mfm, and mmfm persuasions, as well as lots of biting and spanking. They’re having one hell of a party.


Available at

Totally Bound – https://www.totallybound.com/until-the-night?author_id=125

AllRomance Ebooks – https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-untilthenight-1052641-145.html

Amazon – http://www.amazon.com/Until-the-Night-ebook/dp/B00BAXLZGY/ref=sr_1_21?ie=UTF8&qid=1360020244&sr=8-21&keywords=wendi+zwaduk


And now for that spooky Snog!!

©Wendi Zwaduk, 2013, all rights reserved.


Kendall cupped her jaw in both hands. Hunger shone amongst the green and blue flecks in his eyes. He worked the muscle in his jaw and the light caught the subtle colour changes of brown and gold in the scruff on his cheeks. She gulped to catch the breath she didn’t need. No heartbeat anymore meant that oxygen didn’t help her body like it had when she’d been alive.

God, she wanted to be amongst the living and for things to be normal again.

“Would you rather I be blunt?” He kissed the tip of her nose. “I want you. I don’t care if you’re a vampire or if you have those two guys who hang out over here. You infiltrate my thoughts and make me think about you when you’re not in the same room.”

“Me?” Embarrassment gripped her. Back when she’d been alive, she wouldn’t have doubted a man’s attraction to her. She’d have known it and have run with the feeling of being desired. Since dying, she’d lost her confidence. Men looked at her, sure, but not in the same way.

“Yes, you.” His pupils dilated and Kendall rested his forehead on hers. “I don’t see a vampire. I see a sexy woman that I want to make my own.”

Gypsy closed her eyes and melted into his touch as his mouth met hers. He swept his tongue over the seam of her lips and she opened to him. She suckled on him. Heat burned through her veins and she ground her hips against his thigh.

He curled one arm around her shoulders while the other arm snaked around her waist. Kendall lifted her from the floor. She wrapped her legs around his waist, not bothering to break the kiss.

Mint, he tasted like mint. She broke the connection to keep from scratching him with her teeth. Hunger pangs racked her body. Just one tiny cut, just enough to sate her appetite…

Kendall carried her into her bedroom and collapsed onto the bed with her on top. Gypsy closed her mouth to keep from displaying her fangs. She whimpered.

“You need to bite me, don’t you?”

She shook her head. Taking his blood would enhance sex, yes, but she didn’t need to. She raked her nails down his chest, taking extra time to flick his nipples.

“Feels good.” He arched beneath her. “Touch me.”

Gypsy grabbed the hem of his T-shirt and pulled. Instead of moving the shirt up his chest, she tore it in half. The sound of tearing fabric split the air, followed by his laughter.

“Never had that happen during foreplay.” Kendall sat up with her still on his lap, and removed the torn clothing. “Your turn.” He eased her sloppy shirt up over her head.

Gypsy covered her breasts with her arms. A wave of humility swept over her. Would she make him happy? What a time to second guess herself…

“Show me, babe.” Kendall tugged her hands away, putting her on display. He palmed her breasts. The warmth of his touch filled her soul.

She moaned and leaned into him. Things made so much sense and none at all. Gypsy shook off the apprehension. She needed to feel, to be wanted and to hear a heartbeat.

Her nerve endings sizzled as he flattened his tongue over her nipple. He scraped his teeth over the engorged flesh and bit. Sparks shot from her breast to her pussy. Gypsy dug her nails into his shoulders. Holy hell, he knew how to use his tongue. Kendall gave her other nipple the same treatment. She shuddered in his arms.

The sweet scent of flowers swirled around them. Her fangs dropped and a voice whispered in her ear.


It’s Out! Molten Steel by @WendiZwaduk #DFRKW #Romance #newrelease

It’s out!! If you haven’t grabbed a copy yet, then please do. You won’t be disappointed. It’s a hot addition to the Dallas Fire and Rescue Kindle World and features a hot rock star with his band. Don’t miss it! If you’ve read it, consider leaving a review. Thank you for reading. I love my readers. If you haven’t grabbed your copy, then what’s holding you back? Only $1.99!

Molten Steel by Wendi Zwaduk molten-steel-cover-final3

A Dallas Fire and Rescue Kindle World Story



M/F, Anal Sex, Toys

Cover Art by WMZ Graphics

Breaking down was never this freeing.

Rory Speedle charms the world and rocks the stage with his band, Disaster Transport. He’s dealt with ex-girlfriends, overzealous fans and letters from a stalker, but nothing has prepared him for his next concert date. When the tour bus catches fire on the outskirts of Dallas, he loses more than just his instruments. His desire to create music is gone and he believes his hope is next. Then he meets Cady Hollister and everything changes. She inspires him and stokes his desire.

Cady knows the handsome rock and roller won’t be in town long. He’s only at her hotel until the band bus is replaced. Still, he makes her feel like a woman again—sexy, desirable and beautiful. He claims he wants her in his life as more than a passing fancy. Can he convince her to five him a try or will his fame keep them from finding the love they both deserve?

Love could be his salvation, if he’s willing to work for the woman he wants.

Available from Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01M9ADBB5?ref_=pe_2427780_160035660

 Now for an excerpt!!

©Wendi Zwaduk, 2016, All Rights Reserved

Rory stood in front of the door of room four and eased the key into the lock. The knob didn’t turn. Maybe it was sticky. He tried again, but with no luck. He rested his head against the door and sighed. Shit. He yanked the key free. He’d have to go back downstairs.

“There you are.” The woman from the foyer rushed up to him. “Matt gave you the wrong key. Sorry. He mixed up the one for room five with four. No idea why or how, but here you go.” She brushed her hair from her face and eased the new key into the lock. “We could probably get card readers for the doors, but I can’t afford all of that tech right now.” She twisted the knob and opened the door. “There you go.”

“Thanks.” He headed into the room. Everything was white. White walls, white bedding, white desk and lamp, white couch. “It’s very clean in here.”

“Yeah, sorry. My grandmother liked white.” The girl shrugged. “It’s all vintage, so I can’t see getting rid of the furniture. Except the mattress. It’s new.” She massaged her temples. “Sorry. I get ahead of myself and don’t always say the right thing.”

“It’s fine.” He flopped onto the bed and breathed in the clean scent of the detergent. “I could sleep for a week.”

“Put the hang tag on the door if you don’t want to be disturbed. We don’t have food here, but the Chinese restaurant at the north end of the block delivers and the pizza place next door is good, too. We’ve got the pool on the ground floor and a lounge on the second floor. It’s not stocked right now, since I haven’t had guests in a while, but you’re free to go in there. We’ve got the piano and a stage.”

“A piano?” He rolled over and focused on her. In the better light, he saw her more of her features. He sat up. She stood no more than five-five and probably came up to his shoulder at best. The blue scarf he’d seen wasn’t a scarf, but rather a bright blue swath of her hair. Her blue eyes sparkled from behind dark rimmed glasses. He swept his gaze down her body. She wasn’t like any of the women he dated. Where she was short and buxom, his dates tended to be willowy and tall. The jeans hugged her curves and her tank top strained against her breasts. His mouth watered. He wasn’t one to fall in love at first sight, but she captivated him almost as much as the architecture.

“I’m Cady, by the way. If you call down to the desk, you’ll probably get me.”

When the Story Gets Under Your Skin with @WendiZwaduk #reading #books #randomthoughts

This may seem like a book review type of post. It’s not. I’m not giving my suggestions onCheck it Out Banner what to read or how to read them. Nope.

This is my experience while reading.

Sounds odd, eh? Maybe. I like a story that grips me. One that makes me not want to put the book down…or the kindle down. Most often, I find those stories. I like to think I’m lucky, but it could be I’m savvy about what I want to read. I’m by no means a book snob. I’m willing to read a wide range of books. My favorite genres are music history, biographies and autobiographies, history, legal thrillers and romance – the hotter the better. Gotta read in the genre you write in, right? I think so.

Anyway, I happened to be reading this book for my book club and it’s not a story I’d have picked up. It was contemporary fiction. This wasn’t an easy read. That doesn’t mean it was bad. It just wasn’t a breezy type of story. I had to go back and reread more than a few times. But that’s not what this post is about.

The post is about the uncomfortableness of reading. I bet you’re wondering what I mean. I’m the type of reader who doesn’t mind if the hero dies (unless I’m very invested in him), but don’t you dare kill off/do a mischief to the dog/cat/cow/pet/etc. I don’t want to read about dead animals or dead little kids. Sorry. Those are my definite nos. I have a couple of other squick points (Things I won’t read), but those are the biggies.

So onto the book I just read. There were two squick points – one involving germs and things going in the mouth that shouldn’t and one involving nursing. I don’t mean the profession. I mean the act of feeding one’s young. Like I said, it made me uncomfortable. I understand why these devices were used to tell the story and on one hand, I could buy in. On the other, it was too gross IMHO. I kept having to stop and go back.

That said, the squick points stuck with me. I remember the story like I just read it. Of course I did just read it, but I not only got emotionally involved in the book and can’t get those moments out of my head.

Then there’s another book…this one was so gripping and vivid it felt real. Like a dream that wasn’t quite a dream. You know those… the dream is so realistic that you’re not sure if it was real when you wake up, but you KNOW you were dreaming? That was this other book. Two really. I got so emotionally involved in them and could’ve sworn I was one of the players. Okay, I know they were just books, but when you actually dream about a story that’s not yours…that’s heavy stuff.

Is this normal? Have you ever had that? Something was so disturbing that it stuck around in your mind? Or you got so emotionally involved in the book that it felt real? I’d love to know about. Tell me! I’m waiting.

The Movie Run-down with @MeganSlayer #movies #reviews

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It’s not Monday, but it is time for the Movie Run-down. I haven’t had the chance to do one in a while and it’s just time. I had plenty of opportunities to catch some flicks and I’d like to share my thoughts on them with you.

Nightmare Alley – Tyrone Power, Joan Blondell and Coleen Gray – this is a film noir with carnivals and sideshows. Tyrone Power plays a mentalist who starts out as an assistant to Blondell’s character, but in an attempt to get rid of her husband, Power accidentally poisons him  to death. This accident weighs on Power throughout the rest of the movie. He gets to the heights of fame and sinks to the depths of depression. It’s a gritty movie and not one to be taken lightly. Power is handsome, then scary and a little unhinged. Worth the viewing at least once.

Hello My Name is Doris – Sally Field, Max Greenfield – At first, I thought this would be a feel-good, fun movie with quirkiness. Don’t get me wrong. There are definitely moments of fun and quirkiness. There are feel-good moments, too. But it’s more than that. The colors start out bland, but become a kaleidoscope of colors and sounds. I love how Sally Field’s character, Doris, grows through the movie. Little by little, she grows into herself, despite being over 55. I laughed – especially during the concert scene and her different fantasties – cried a few times and will be purchasing my own copy. This was definitely worth the watch.

Young Frankenstein – Gene Wilder, Teri Garr, Marty Feldman, Madeline Kahn, Cloris Leachman and Peter Boyle, directed by Mel Brooks – If you’ve never seen this movie…you should. It’s funny, heartwarming and a little unhinged. The actors chosen are dead-on. Wilder is manic and tender at the same time. Garr personifies the innocent and well-meaning assistant. Feldman shines as Igor. He’s my favorite character and has some of the best lines. Add in Kahn, Leachman and Boyle…it’s just a great movie. Funny and with some of the greatest lines, this is one not to miss.

What did you watch this past week? Something fun? Exciting? Scary? It’s October, so I’m looking for some good Halloween movies. Give me suggestions!