You Complete Me ~ Book 4 in the Battle Scars Series ~ Out Now!

YOU COMPLETE ME by Wendi Zwaduk  YouCompleteMe-LG

I’ve got your back, if you’re willing to trust your enemy.

Hagan Dean thought he was helping his friend. He was playing the role of savior…except he ended up left for dead in the sunshine. Vampires and sunshine don’t mix. Even worse? A Hunter—one of the sexiest women he’s laid eyes on—is ready to kill him. He’s got a lot to survive for and the odds are stacked against him, but he’s a fighter. Will the Hunter let him live another night? Or is this vampire destined to fry into a pile of soot?

Emily Cross is a born Hunter. Her life’s work is to keep the balance between the Supers and the Supers who have stepped out of line. She’s never been keen on the Rogues taking over the Hunters. She doesn’t want to kill all the Supers…she is one! When she finds a nearly charred vampire in the woods during one of the hunts, her thoughts turn from killing to keeping him alive.

Will these two opposites come together to find common ground in order to help end the war? Or will the passion crackling between them tear their worlds apart?

Release: January 20, 2015
Category: Fiction > Romance > Erotic > Paranormal (vampire, werewolf)
Series: Battle Scars, Book 4
Heat Level: Erotic Romance/Erotica
ISBN: 978-1-62237-351-2

Ebook Price: $2.99
Digital Download: EPUB, MOBI, LIT, PDF

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©Wendi Zwaduk, 2015, All Rights Reserved

He was dead. Had to be. Hagan stared into the darkness surrounding him. He’d been out in the sunshine for too long—nasty business for a vampire. Sunlight ensured death. He shouldn’t have been in the daylight at all. He should’ve stayed in the cave…but he had to keep Ava alive. If she didn’t make it, then no one would know the true extent of what Maslow had done. Someone had to change the tide of the war.

He wondered if she’d made it out. He hadn’t seen her when he went back to the cave. He’d damn near burned to a crisp in the sun. His hands and arms were practically black and peeling. So much for trying to help. But when had he crawled back into the cave? The last he knew, he was still outside in the sunshine.

Hagan groaned. So this is what death felt like…a charred steak left in blackness. It wasn’t as if he was going to head to heaven. Nope. Vampires weren’t on par with angels. He’d be lucky if he received passage to hell. At least there, he’d see his other vampire friends. He hadn’t done a thing to earn him an audience with the Sources.

“Do you know where you are?” a thin male voice asked.

He froze, although he wasn’t sure if movement was possible in the vast vacuum of darkness.

“I’m lost and confused,” he confessed. “Where am I?”

“You’ve been found. Sit,” the male said.

Hagan still wasn’t sure who was talking or where to sit. He glanced around at nothingness. As he looked, the darkness faded and he noticed an outcropping of rocks. The stones arranged almost like a chair. Huh. He’d seen rocks like that before, but only one place and it was while he’d passed through… He’d heard about stones and darkness where the Sources held court, but surely, they weren’t talking to him. Was he in the presence of the oldest beings in the world? The Sources?

“Yes, Vampire. You are where you believe yourself to be.” A light appeared, illuminating a figure clad in a crimson robe. Dust swirled in the light, obscuring the individual’s face.

“Sir.” Hagan dropped to his knees and bowed his head. He was really in the cave of the Sources. No freaking way. The Sources only called the most important Supers into their presence. He wasn’t important.
“Speak the words on your mind,” the male Source said.

“I don’t know why I’m here.” Hagan didn’t look up. “I should be dead. I was in the sunshine. Did I save Ava? Is she my mate? What’s going on with the war?” Good Goddess, he had a lot of word vomit in his head.

“Ah. The vampire of many questions.”

“Will you tell me?” He had no right to be so demanding, but they had told him to speak.

“You’ve been summoned.”

“And saved? Or am I dying?”

“Your journey is not at the end.”

The Source talked in so many stupid riddles. Hagan bit back a growl. “Then what am I to do?”

“Continue on.”

“How?” he blurted. He didn’t even know where he was going or how he was supposed to get there.

“Trust your heart and your calling. The war is still not won and can be lost on good intentions.”

His calling? Lost on good intentions? Why in the name of the Goddess did they have to be so cryptic? “I’m confused.” He couldn’t see much more than the Source’s robe. They could reveal themselves to him. It wasn’t as if he’d live to tell anyone about what he’d seen. He hated not knowing what was going on or seeing the face of the person talking to him.

“As expected, you are confused. Your journey is long and hard. You will return to the Earth. Find your mate and continue on your way. Trust.” The being snapped his fingers. “Go.”

The Source would have to sound like a mystical sci-fi character from the movies—all enigmatic and bizarre.

Out Now ~ Blue Satin by Wendi Zwaduk

Blue Satin by Wendi Zwaduk   Blue Satin

Club Desire, book 7

Resplendence Publishing

Contemporary, M/F, BDSM, Spanking, Fetish, Wax Play, Toys, Anal Sex

Get your rocks off however you want at Club Desire. We’re not easy and we’re not free, but we are discreet. Find your fantasy in the Club.

Two souls can heal with the right amount of heat and kink…in or out of the club.

Can old wounds really be healed? Meghan Stone isn’t sure. She’s at Club Desire at the urging of her agent. As a writer, she needs to add grit to her stories—grit that can only be acquired at Desire. When Meghan spots the handsome man in the suit, she’s smitten. After a conversation with him, she’s taken by him. But will the sexy man want more than conversation when he learns about her motivations and past?

James Richards comes to Club Desire to forget his own past.  He wants a sub and a lover, but as far as he’s concerned, that person doesn’t exist—until he meets Meghan. She awakens needs he thought had been long buried. Once he sees her, he wants to possess her. But a sub and a life-long love aren’t always easy to find, especially in the same person. Will she be the one he’s searched for or another face in the crowd?


©Wendi Zwaduk, 2015, All Rights Reserved

“Aren’t sure about the club?” He nodded to the front door. “You look like a scared rabbit.”

“I’m uneasy,” she confessed.

“I assume this is your first time.” The man strode up to her. He extended his hand. “My name is James Richards. I’ve been here on many occasions. You’ll be fine.”

“I don’t know.” She wasn’t sure about the club, but the more he spoke, the more she longed to hear his accent. Was it a British accent? European? She wasn’t sure.

“Why don’t we go inside? The receptionist will certainly answer any questions. She can even set up a tour so you’re not so worried.” He slipped her hand into his. “You’ll be safe.”

Christ. She trembled. From his touch? Or the situation? “You sound so sure.”

“And you don’t.” James nodded to the door. “They won’t hold you if you go into the foyer. There are benches. Why don’t we go in and talk? If you’re still not sure, you can leave whenever you choose.”

She could debate her situation or at least visit the inside of the club.  Meg sighed. “Sure.”

“Sure?” He tipped his head and grinned. “Is that a yes?”

“It is.”

“Wonderful.” James led her into the club. Unlike the stark concrete outside, the foyer had been decorated in rich burgundy on the walls and thick black carpeting on the floor. The benches featured a gold line of cording at the edges. When he gestured to one of the benches, she perched on the plush cushion.

She glanced over at the receptionist window. Instead of a person behind the glass, she didn’t see anyone. “Who do you talk to?”

“To get in?” James pointed to the main door. “Once you’re a member, you have a card. You swipe and come right in. There’s a sensor that alerts the security if someone tries to slip in.”


James crossed the room to the window. A woman appeared. Her bright blue hair shone in the overhead light. She swiped her gaze over to Meg, then handed James an object. Neither of them spoke to Meg, bringing back a bit of her discomfort. After a moment, James turned on his heel and headed to where Meg sat.

“This is the tablet to get you started.” He offered the electronic device. “If you want, I’ll help you.”

“Thanks.” Meg turned the tablet around and swiped her index finger across the screen. “Okay…personal information. Didn’t I fill this in when I registered online?” She turned the device away from James and inputted the needed info. Why give him details when she barely knew him? She probably wouldn’t see him again once they went into the actual club. “I’m on the health history page.”

“That’s important. They owners insist on keeping the place safe.” James leaned back in his seat and crossed his legs. He had such grace when he moved. Everything he did seemed planned out and meant to impress.

She filled in the information, then swiped her finger to change the page. “Kinks,” she blurted. “Well, they do get right down to the point, don’t they?” She could’ve sworn she’d filled the information out online…

“The owners do their best to pair you up with the dom who will best meet your needs. If you’re a dominant, then they’ll find a sub for you.” James smiled.

“You seem to know a lot. Are you an owner?”

“No,” he said. “What are your kinks? No one here will judge you.”

She stared at the list. Spanking, bondage, pain play, anal sex, whipping, blood play and many more. She flexed her fingers. “I—Are you sure no one will judge?” What would the others say if they found out she liked exhibitionism and to be spanked?

“They won’t. Promise.”

“Okay.” She nodded and ticked off the boxes. Her hands shook as she inputted the rest of the information. On the last page, she added the reference number she’d been given from Annalise. A new page popped up.

“Thank you. We’ll match you up with your preferred play partner soon,” she said, reading out loud. She turned her attention to James. “How long is soon?”

“Won’t be more than ten minutes or so.” James stretched his arm across the back of the bench. “You still seem apprehensive. What kink are you worried about?”

“You can tell, huh?” She clasped the tablet on her lap. “It’s that obvious?”

“I’m observant and I was once in your shoes. This is rather overwhelming.” He waved his fingers. “A club where people have other people strap them down and such. My mind went in a thousand directions and none of them were correct. If I can help you, I will.”

Monday Morning Armchair Quarterback ~ Playoffs ~ Week Two

It’s the playoffs! Holy cow. My team isn’t in the bracket right now, but that’s okay. There is still plenty of football to love.


So since there are still more playoff games to watch and quotes to gather, here are the honorable Mentions from last week: 

See if they can pound it in.

Well, if they can’t pound it, then they’ve got a problem.

Pounds it in.

Oh, good. They were successful.

Thinks they’re pulling it back.

So, they didn’t get it? Aww. Sucks. They worked hard.

They couldn’t pound it in.

It’s confirmed. He didn’t do it.

Pulling, pounding…dangerous. 

Now on to those football funnies of the week.

No pressure on him whatsoever.

Since he had issues before, it’s probably just as good. He needed a help.

Has been jilted so far.

No one wants him? That’s sad.

Able to open holes.

Maybe that’s his problem. He’s able to open them, but has no follow through?

He’s gonna pick it up.

He got lucky. I wonder. What’s he picking up?

They get what they need just about every time he picks up the ball.

Yes, but what do they need?

Weak side.

Everyone has to have one sometime.

Now for the doozy. Hee hee. Always good to know the commentators think before they speak.

“No reason for him to go anywhere—he’s open.”

Snort. That’s how it works sometimes. He’s open. I bet he’s popular, too.



Since you’re reading this, I’ll bring this up. There’s a Bengals player whose daughter was diagnosed with cancer. A portion of his jersey sales are being donated to the Cincinnati Children’s Hospital to help with cancer research. It’s a great cause. I’ve ordered mine. Want to know more?

Here’s the article link and here’s the link to the shop if you’re inclined. 

Thank you!


Andy Dalton, #14, Quarterback for the Cincinnati Bengals

By Melissa Batson (Own work) [CC-BY-SA-3.0


Monday Morning Armchair Quarterback ~ Playoffs Edition

I haven’t posted these in a while and I’m sorry. Last week and this one have been…tough. A loss to the Steelers, then a brutal loss to the Colts…not good. But the season is over. We had too many players get hurt and it just wasn’t meant to be to get past game one of the playoffs. There’s always next year.
So since there are still more playoff games to watch and quotes to gather, here are the honorable Mentions from last week: 
“this is where his legs can hurt you.”
What exactly is he doing with them that he can do that? Scissor kicks?
“gonna pull out and trap him.”
If you’re pulling out, then there’s a chance the trap you’re trying to set won’t work.
“talking about the weapons.”
he is hung like a horse.
“professional bump and run specialists.”
Good. A professional was needed on that dance floor.
Are you hearing the ‘boots and pants’ line from the Geico commercial after that last quote? I am. *G* 
Now on to those football funnies of the week.
“They’re coming from everywhere.”
Kinky and messy…and really impressive on the timing.
“Pocket not clean.”
Ew. Just…ew.
“Get some relief from the young receivers.”
They last longer anyway.
“One of the great tight end receivers.”
Who is offering that relief. Nice.
“Beat down.”
The new receiver got the beat down? That’s not nice.
“No room in the box.”
There is beating down happening. I wouldn’t want any in the box.
And now for that Doozy of the Week. I love these. These are so much fun.
“First penetration to get it going.”
There’s that conga line thing. I guess someone has to start the party. Volunteers?
Since you’re reading this, I’ll bring this up. There’s a Bengals player whose daughter was diagnosed with cancer. A portion of his jersey sales are being donated to the Cincinnati Children’s Hospital to help with cancer research. It’s a great cause. I’ve ordered mine. Want to know more?
Thank you!
Andy Dalton, #14, Quarterback for the Cincinnati Bengals
By Melissa Batson (Own work) [CC-BY-SA-3.0