Come when Called by Piper Trace
Billionaire Ford Hawthorne is cool sexuality and dominance, his best friend, biker Charley Baker, is warm muscles and affection, and Evie is the lucky girl in the middle…
Ford is a bad boy with dimples that make women want to take their clothes off, but he has a secret desire he’s never allowed himself to act on–his fantasies of domination and control.
Unlimited, unquestioning sexual pleasure at his beck and call.
Big, scruffy, and handsome as sin, biker Charley Baker is two hundred pounds of sunshine, muscle and sex appeal. Charley has a secret of his own…he’s in love with his best friend, Ford. But Charley knows what Ford really wants, and it’s not him.
Evie is a paralegal working for Ford’s attorney, and unbeknownst to Ford, she’s caught in a situation that could have a deadly outcome. A late-night, impulsive romp at the law firm with Ford has far-reaching consequences, setting into motion a chain of events that will lead Ford, Charley and Evie through the twists and turns of a sexual journey that none of them saw coming. A sexual journey that knows no bounds–in ecstasy, in heartbreak and in danger.
Come When Called is a contemporary, light-BDSM, ménage, erotic, MMF romance serial that is currently COMPLETE at seven episodes. There is danger, graphic sex of all kinds, intrigue, sex on demand, male/male sex acts, bondage, paddling, heartbreak, a few laughs and a little knife-throwing.
Available for Kindle! http://www.amazon.com/CALLED-Incident-Billionaire-Menage-Romance-ebook/dp/B00UB757WI/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8
I’ve got TL Shaffer on the blog today. She’s one of my favorite people. I asked her a ton of questions and here’s what she had to say, plus an excerpt from her latest book, Shoot to Thrill!
- Describe yourself in three words. Go-to-gal. Amazon. Passionate.
- Cast your book. Tell us who would play the main characters in a movie and why (send pictures!).
For Arin—Angie Harmon (think Rizzoli & Isles)—she was fab in Law & Order, but in R&I she totally captured my imagination as a take-no-shit character who also happens to be smokin’ hot.
For Jonah—Simon Baker (yum)—I *knew* what I wanted for Jonah, but it took me forever to visualize who it was. When I watched an old episode of The Mentalist, I just knew I had my Jonah.
(Wendi—pull whatever you want from my Pinterest board https://www.pinterest.com/terrischaefer/shoot-to-thrill/)
- What’s your favorite love scene from a movie?
The love scene in The Terminator. They’re *so* threatened, and when he says he came through time for her—OMG. Still gets me, even all these years later. So the love scene becomes that much more powerful.
- What’s your wildest fantasy?
Me, hubby, cabana in the Caribbean. No connectivity. Just me and him, and no day job to return to. Ever. It might seem boring, but we’ve been married almost 25 years, and to me, that’s deserving of the attention J
- If you were to lose one of your senses, which would you rather lose and why?
Hearing. I can’t imagine losing my sight or sense of taste or touch, but I’d SO miss my heavy metal cooking hour playlist.
- What is the naughtiest thing you did as a kid?
Stole a candy bar from the hardware store. Which my mother promptly discovered, and made my seven year old self take back, pay for, and apologize. Mortifying.
Boxers or Briefs? Boxer Briefs. Oh my.
Top or Bottom? Bottom – there’s nothing hotter than a fit man flexing above you, showing his strength
Pajamas or nude? Nude
Hairy chests or smooth? Lightly furred
Alpha or Beta? Normal. Alphas and betas are extreme. I want someone to love and grow old with, not to throttle J
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Since we’d already paid for the suite, and it had the sitting room, I saw no reason to get another room, especially since the chaise would make Summers uncomfortable. I was getting a mean little charge out of torturing him, which should have made me ashamed, but didn’t.
And dammit if he didn’t seem to mess with my mind just as much.
He walked out of the bathroom wearing a pair of boxer briefs and nothing else. To say the man had a droolworthy body was one of the greatest understatements of our time. Lean but nicely muscled, with a six-pack and cut upper body. His torso tapered down to narrow hips, a butt to truly die for, and long, strong legs. I’d pictured him naked before, and the almost-there version was even better than my vivid imagination had been.
He sauntered to the chaise and plopped down on it, not even bothering to look my way. “Bathroom’s free.”
I grabbed my overnight bag, muttering under my breath at myself as I headed in to change.
When I stared at myself in the mirror, I cursed the blush on my cheeks, the sparkle in my eye. I’d enjoyed tonight way too much—and now I was sharing a room with one of the finest physical specimens I’d ever seen—and who I was actually starting to like.
As much as I could have stood there all night and dissembled, I had to decide what I was going to do, or not do, about my attraction to Jonah Summers. No, it didn’t have to be tonight, but scratching that itch would certainly settle me down. We were both adults, and the sparks that bounced between us weren’t one-sided.
Instead of giving myself a headache thinking about it, I washed my face, brushed my teeth and slipped into an extra long T-shirt. Let Summers infer what he wanted.
That’s not to say I didn’t sneak a peek as I walked past the chaise, admiring his bare chest from above, where he couldn’t see my ogling.
Then I slipped into the bedroom and closed the door with a resounding click and finished my nightly ritual by lighting a candle for Bianca.
Short Story (Quickie)
Paranormal, Contemporary, Sci-Fi/Fantasy
M/M, Anal Sex
Sequel to Soft Marble
Zelus, the god of jealousy, has been imprisoned in solid bronze for the last two millennia. A simple kiss can break the spell and free him from the metal—if his lover is willing to believe.
Camden Crowe isn’t a specialist in ancient artifacts, but he does know how to guard them. He spends his days working as a security guard in charge of keeping the bronze statue of Zelus safe. He can’t contain his attraction to the nude god. What will happen when the security geek finds out he’s stronger than he ever believed and can harness the power of the gods?
Reader Advisory: This story has graphic sexual language and scenes—no closed bedroom doors (or other rooms) here!
A Romantica® male/male erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave
At Ellora’s Cave: http://www.ellorascave.com/soft-bronze.html
©Megan Slayer, 2015, All Rights Reserved
“What a shame. They should pack you in something better than straw. You should have the best. Respect.” He touched Zelus’ cheek. The bronze had taken on a dark patina over the years and hid the metal’s natural beauty. He knew better than to expect the statue to come to life. Fairy tales and magic only happened in books. Life wasn’t a book. Still, he wondered what the god might have looked like if he were a real man. Dark hair with a bit of curl and body…sparkling eyes—blue maybe…or would they be brown? He figured the real man would have a brilliant smile guaranteed to make everyone melt to his will. He longed to run his fingers through the statue’s expertly sculpted hair and over every muscle of the man’s body until he came to Zelus’ cock. He sucked in a long breath. The man was packing. Most ancient statues weren’t so endowed. Either the artist really liked Zelus or he’d fashioned the dick after someone he knew. Each ridge and vein were expertly defined. The cock looked so realistic. Kudos to the artist for his work.
Camden chuckled. He had to be out of his mind, fantasizing about a statue. Maybe old Gus was right. He was screwed up. Actually, it didn’t matter if he was a little different. He didn’t care. He liked the statue and he wasn’t ready to let it go.
“I’ll visit you.” He touched his lips, then the lips of the statue. A wild idea popped into his head. The next time he’d see the statue, it would be on display surrounded by palm trees or even worse, dressed in crappy touristy clothes. If he kissed the bronze, no one would know or probably care. He leaned into the crate and pressed his mouth to the mouth of the statue. His entire body warmed. The erection from before came back stronger. He moaned, then broke the kiss. A lip-lock with the statue turned him on. The metal didn’t taste like metal…more like the salty sweat of a hardworking man. Even the texture wasn’t right. The lips felt softer, like an actual person, and seemed to be kissing him back. Christ, he needed to get out more and stop allowing his imagination to get away from him.
“I wish you were real.” Camden smiled, then left the statue. He knew better than to expect his dreams to come true, but his soul yearned for a man like the one portrayed in the bronze. He’d fallen in love with the statue.
Get your New Adult fix in this hot story featuring two film students learning about love on and off camera. Now featured at AllRomance Ebooks!
Off Camera, Book 2 in the Complicated series by Megan Slayer
Contemporary, M/M, Anal Sex, Masturbation
Navigating college is hard, but not as hard as learning to love and trust.
Kade Evans knew what he wanted to do with his life—write scripts for Hollywood. He’s poured his heart into his work and learning the tricks of the trade, but being only twenty-one he knows he needs experience. How’s a guy supposed to get experience when he’s shy and quiet? The answer might be closer and more forceful than he thinks.
Tony Victor’s goal in life is to make movies. He won’t quit until he’s working on the next blockbuster. First, he’s got to get through college and get the handsome guy from script writing class to notice him. Tony’s never had trouble getting attention, but something about Kade calls to him. Tony’s head says go slow, but his heart is ready to take things to the next level.
Will these two find common ground or will the simmering passion between them fall apart when their secrets are revealed?
Available at Resplendence Publishing: http://www.resplendencepublishing.com/m8/734-978-1-60735-855-8–off-camera-complicated-book-two-by-megan-slayer.html
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And now an excerpt!!
©Megan Slayer, 2015, All Rights Reserved
Tony bobbed his head to the heavy beat and wandered around his tiny apartment. He needed to say the right thing to Kade. One wrong move and he’d screw everything up even more.
“Hi. We met during class today. I’ve been watching you for the last two months and hoped you’d notice me. You haven’t, so I acted like a jerk in order to grab your attention.” He shook his head. Yeah, that wouldn’t work. “Remember me? I still want to work with you on this project. I’m an ass, but I’ve got my heart in the right place.” No. He’d been thinking with his cock, not his heart.
Tony drummed his fingers on the table then picked up the telephone. Shit. He needed the class roster sheet the prof had passed out. That had everyone’s contact info on it. He found the paper. With shaky hands, he pressed the numbers for Kade and held his breath. Here goes nothing…
“Hello?” Kade’s voice came across the line. “Who is this?”
“Hi. It’s Tony. I’m in Scriptworks with you.” He balled his fist. “I wanted to talk to you about the project.”
“You do, eh?” Kade sighed. “I’m not interested.”
“Wait. Don’t hang up.” Christ. He hated the idea of being wimpy and begging. “I can do this project without you, but I’d like to talk to you.”
“You stole that book out of my hands.”
“Would you believe I did it to get you to talk to me?”
“What? No. I don’t believe you. I’m hanging up now.”
“Don’t.” He closed his eyes. “I’m really trying right now.” Something deep within him ripped in half. “Please?”
Kade said something Tony didn’t understand then growled. “If I decide to talk this over with you and think about doing this joint-project, will you give me the book back? I have to get the paper done by next Wednesday.”
“You drive a hard bargain.” As if he’d actually keep the book. He didn’t need a description of Hitchcock’s works. Tony gripped the phone tighter. “Deal. Meet me at Harvard Place in a half hour. I’m in apartment 5-C. I’ll wait in the foyer. Interested?”
Kade didn’t answer for a long time and with each passing moment, Tony’s heart sank. He opened his eyes and began to pace again. If he didn’t get an answer, he’d know the truth. He’d fucked up.
“Okay,” Kade said. “I’ll do this, but only because I want my book.”
“Sweet.” Tony loosened his grip. “See you in a half hour?”