I’ve got a lot coming out in the next few months, but I’m especially proud of this book, Wild Card. It’s the first full-length novel from Megan Slayer. I’m excited! It’s even got a book trailer. Grin.
Here’s a little bit about the book:
Wild Card by Megan Slayer
A What’s His Passion Novel
From Pride Publishing
M/M, Anal Sex, Multiple Partners, Voyeurism
Contemporary Erotic Gay Romance
Following his heart and passion will be his biggest role of all.
Kris Hunter wants out. He’s done pornographic films for the last six years. The pay’s been good, but his creativity is nearly dead. His passion is to act and to be a star on the big screen in mainstream films. When he auditions for famed casting director, Zayn Mason, he’s convinced he’s on the right path. He doesn’t want to take the casting couch route to success, but he certainly wants Zayn in his bed. Can he follow his dreams and the man he desires or will forces beyond his control derail his progress?
Zayn Mason sees the potential in Kris. As a casting director, he looks for the right actor to fill the roles in movies. He’s seen plenty of talent come and go, but no one stirs his soul both creatively and physically like Kris. But Zayn knows the pitfalls of the movie industry. Crossing over from porn isn’t easy and Hollywood isn’t always forgiving. Besides, he’s got demons of his own. Can these men get beyond their pasts and find a future together under the bright lights of the silver screen?
Reader Advisory: This book contains scenes of voyerism and intimacy with multiple partners.
General Release Date: 12th April 2016
Available in April right here: https://www.pride-publishing.com/book/wild-card
Now for that Snog!!!
Kris stared into Zayn’s eyes. A man could get lost in those eyes. “I’m game.” Crap. He sounded so…frat boy-ish.
“Fuck me.” Zayn grasped Kris’ hands and yanked him down the hall to the bedroom. “Right now.”
“Zayn?” He wasn’t saying no, but he also wasn’t sure what changed Zayn’s mind.
“Can’t wait.” Zayn shoved Kris onto the bed and opened Kris’ pants. He freed Kris’ cock from the denim. “I need this.” He tugged on Kris’ pants.
Kris planted his feet on the floor to aid Zayn’s enthusiasm. He preferred to take control, but allowing Zayn to have the lead was sexy.
“Condoms?” Zayn shucked his own pants and wrapped his hand around his cock. He hadn’t even removed his shirt.
“Night stand.” Kris reached for the piece of furniture, but Zayn batted his hand out of the way.
Zayn retrieved the rubber and a bottle of lube. He sheathed Kris and dribbled the clear liquid all over Kris’ cock. “I can’t wait.”
“Slow. You’re not going to kiss me?” Kris asked.
“Next time.” Zayn yanked his shirt up over his head, then climbed onto Kris’ lap. A tiny barbell twinkled in Zayn’s right nipple. “I’ve been thinking about this all day.” He lined Kris’ dick up with his hole.
“Slow down. You’ll hurt yourself.” Kris grasped Zayn’s hips and took over. He eased Zayn down onto his shaft, giving Zayn time to adjust to the invasion in his ass. Plus, he wanted to look at that piercing. He’d seen plenty of metal in body parts before, but he wouldn’t have pegged Zayn for the piercing type—a tattoo, maybe, but not a piercing. The thin bar of metal in his nipple was sexy.”
“Hot damn, that feels good. I love the burn.” Zayn closed his eyes. His nipples beaded and he tipped his head back. “Wow.” The change in position put more emphasis on his chest and the piercing.
“I like being inside you.” Kris moved his lover up and down on his cock, massaging every inch of Zayn from the inside out.
“Fuck.” Zayn curled forward and rested his forehead against Kris’. “I lied. I want to kiss you.” He bit Kris’ bottom lip.
When he looked into Kris’ eyes, Kris saw forever. Crazy, since this was their first time and they hadn’t known each other long, but he could see himself settling down with a man like Zayn.
“Oh, God,” Zayn bit out. He leaned back and met Kris thrust for thrust.
Within seconds, the tingles in Kris’ belly shot around his body. His legs trembled and his skin heated. “I’m close,” he announced.
“Me, too.” Zayn shivered. He fisted his cock, stroking himself in time with Kris’ thrusts. Another shiver wracked his body. “Fuck.”