Between Us by @WendiZwaduk ~ #menageromance #menage #mfmromance #contemporary #erotic #3some #excerpt

Between Us by Wendi Zwaduk betweenus_800

in the Boots and Chaps and Cowboy Hats Anthology


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

Short Story

Sometimes coming home is the best way to heal a broken heart—especially with two ranch hands involved.

Channon Kennedy planned to come home, but she never expected to find herself in the arms of the two men she’s fantasized over since high school. Back then, Shaun and Brian didn’t seem interested. Now, she’s older, wiser and has nothing to lose. If the men of her dreams want her, who is she to resist?

Shaun Maple and Brian Powell have done everything together—work at the farm, live together and love the same woman. They’ve wanted Channon since they first laid eyes on her, but circumstances beyond their control kept the threesome apart. Times have changed and so have Shaun and Brian. They’re not taking no for an answer—they want her between them for good. Can the ranch hands convince her she’s the only woman for them or will the relationship implode before it gets a chance to grow?

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Now for An Excerpt!!

©Wendi Zwaduk, 2016, All Rights Reserved

“Where are a couple of farm boys when I need them?” Channon Kennedy brushed her horse, Peaches, and rested her head on the side of the large animal’s neck. She liked being around the horses. She could talk to them and not have to worry about someone arguing with her. She’d done enough arguing in the last year for a lifetime.

“I don’t know how I’m going to manage,” she said. She stopped brushing the horse and looked Peaches in the eye. “I’m one person with three horses and a hundred acres. That’s a lot for one person to keep things going.”

The horse snorted, then shook her head.

“I get it. We’ll figure it out.” She sighed and surveyed the stall. According to her father’s notes, there were two farm hands living on the property. She hadn’t seen anyone, but the state of the stall said otherwise. Someone had cleaned it out recently. She’d need to shovel out the muck and add fresh straw, but it could’ve been worse.

Not knowing who lived on the farm was her own fault. She’d been at the house for three days, but had only ventured out during the last hour. Between the guilt over not being home when her father died and mourning the loss of him, she hadn’t wanted to be out in public. She grieved for the end of her relationship with her former boyfriend, Jack, too. The bastard had cheated on her and dumped her for a younger woman. She shouldn’t have been so upset. Getting rid of him should’ve been a relief, but it wasn’t. Seven years was a long time to be with someone, only to be shafted.

Channon climbed the side of the stall and sat on the wooden planks. She leaned against the divider bars between the stables. “I miss the boys the most.” She gripped the shelf along the wall. “I could use their help, yeah, but I miss their friendship. Brian and Shaun were here when no one else cared.”

Peaches shifted around and bumped her head against Channon’s side. Channon hugged the horse. “I miss them. I shouldn’t because we’re horrible when we’re together. I still remember all the times we got into trouble, but it was fun.”



When the Binge Strikes with @meganslayer #televisionshows #mash #iamwriting #iamtryingtobewriting


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I’ve been a tad down in the dumps of late. It happens. Life and other things get in the way. Sometimes the words just don’t come.

One my things I use to get back into a better mood is binge watch a few of my favorite shows or a movie or two. This time around my go-to means to get back into the writing spirit is the show M*A*S*H. There’s something about the show that makes me feel better.

When I was a kid, I used to wish Hawkeye was my dad. Sounds kind of silly, right? I mean, the guy is old enough to be my grandfather and he’s not exactly a very good role model. He’s pushy, arrogant, chauvinistic and blunt…but he also taught me to have an open mind. Watching him and Trapper together makes me smile. I love Henry, too. He’s a little overly baked, but that’s a good thing. He’s got a huge heart, plus he had some of the best lines. I’m more fond of Margaret as the show went on because she found her place and backbone more. She’s a great role model, too.

I don’t watch entire seasons at a time. I don’t have the time to do that. Two or three episodes are enough and get me back into a better mood.

But there are other shows out there to binge. I know that. I’ve binged on Law and Order, Law and Order UK, White Collar and a few others. I’m open to suggestions. Got any? I’m all ears.

Pet Phrases, Shifters and Writing with @meganslayer #gayromance #iamwriting

I’m working on a new Sanctuary book and have been doing edits for other stories. My focus has been all over the place because I’ve had some family things happening, plus some issues with my dog. She’s getting older, slowing down a little and has developed a few issues. It’s been tough-ish going.

As I read through this last edit, I realized I have certain unintended pet phrases I use. My characters sigh a lot. They chuckle often and have lots of long stares. That’s not bad, but when you’ve plowed through four edits in one week and smoothed out two submissions, you start to notice the repetitions. I know writers have those pet phrases. Anyone who says they don’t…well, I don’t agree with them.

Another thing I noticed is the characters eat pretty much the same things. Okay, not exactly the same thing, but there’s been a lot of pasta and steak in my books. I wish I could say I’m indulging in a lot of steak – hey, it’s good and I like it – but I’m not. As for the pasta, I’m making a lot since tot needs the carbs for running. I never realized how much it’s bled into my work until I did these edits. I’m chalking the steak thing up to writing more Sanctuary books and those meat-eater boys are hungry. Grin.

I do have to add this note, the pasta thing has been over the course of the last year and before. The edits aren’t for brand new books, but for re-issues. Still, that’s a lot of spaghetti and linguine. Oh well.

I’m finally getting a chance to work on new material and have some subs in at various places. I’ve got the newest Sanctuary book started on my laptop. Maybe they’ll have steak. I don’t see the shifters as pasta eaters.

What about you? Do you have pet phrases you use? Even in everyday speech? I’d love to know I’m not alone. Grin.

Speaking of the Sanctuary, Book 10 has just been released!! Restoring His Howl. Check it out!!

Restoring His Howl (Sanctuary Book 10)  Restoring His Howl

by Megan Slayer (Author)

M/M, Anal Sex, Masturbation

Contemporary Paranormal Erotic Romance

From Resplendence Publishing

Opposites can attract, but can they make the love last?

Dillon came to the Sanctuary to hide, but also to heal. He’d been abused and needed a safe place to come into his own. He never expected to find a partner, but love came looking for him.

Can he accept what he deserves or will he push away a chance at forever because he feels unlovable?

Cinders knows from the moment he sees Dillon that he wants the wolf shifter for his own. But can a jaguar shifter and a wolf shifter really pair up? He doesn’t know, but he’s banking on the attraction to pay off. What he doesn’t expect is how deep Dillon’s scars run. Is he strong enough to see beyond what’s happened to Dillon and help create a future for them together?

Anything’s possible when the jaguar shifter, a former stripper, and the wolf shifter figure out how to restore his howl.

Available on Kindle:

EXCERPT:  ©Megan Slayer, 2018 – All Rights Reserved

“You can talk. Well, fuck me. That’s amazing. I thought you could, but since you don’t, I wondered. You’ve got a nice voice,” Cinders said. He grinned, his bright teeth standing out against his mocha skin. “You’re cute, too.”

Dillon longed to taste Cinders’ mouth and kiss him. Would it feel like heaven?
“So we’re supposed to be at a party tomorrow. I’ve got some costumes. Most of it is tear-away stuff, but it’ll work for one night. You’re welcome to try on anything I’ve got and find something that fits. I’ve got dibs on the naughty cop, though.” He laughed. The throaty sound echoed in the room. “Want to?”

Dillon almost asked what Cinders meant but nodded instead.

“What? I got one word out of you, and now, you won’t talk to me?” Cinders frowned. “If you’re going to use my clothes, you’ve got to speak to me.”

The wolf stood up within Dillon and watched Cinders. The animal tensed.

For a split-second, Dillon had thought Cinders meant he’d make Dillon fuck him for the clothes. He fought the urge to shake his head. Fucking to get things was part of his old life. He had a new one here at the Sanctuary.

Cinders smiled, and his shoulders slumped. “I’m sorry.”

“Why?” Dillon managed. Despite his best attempts, he couldn’t get out any other words. He spent most of his time tongue-tied, but around Cinders, something different happened. His wolf took notice, which was unusual. The wolf distrusted more individuals than his human side did. If the wolf cared to pay Cinders attention, then that meant something, right? He needed to keep an eye on the panther shifter.

“I’m being pushy,” Cinders said. “Ryan will tell you I’m good at pushy. Quiet? Not a chance. Look, you don’t have to talk. I can do that for both of us.” He waved to his end of the corridor. “Come over when you’re ready, and pick out a costume. The jaguar and I won’t bite. Promise.”

Dillon nodded. The first step to healing had to be getting out of his comfort zone. Going with Cinders was a leap. God help him, he really wanted to leap.

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Cover Reveal ~ Restoring His Howl by @meganslayer #gayromance #shifters #irromance #IR #gay #sanctuary

Restoring His Howl

Opposites can attract, but can they make the love last?

Dillon came to the Sanctuary to hide, but also to heal. He’d been abused and needed a safe place to come into his own. He never expected to find a partner, but love came looking for him. Can he accept what he deserves or will he push away a chance at forever because he feels unlovable?

Cinders knows from the moment he sees Dillon that he wants the wolf shifter for his own. But can a jaguar shifter and a wolf shifter really pair up? He doesn’t know, but he’s banking on the attraction to pay off. What he doesn’t expect is how deep Dillon’s scars run. Is he strong enough to see beyond what’s happened to Dillon and help create a future for them together?

Anything’s possible when the jaguar shifter, a former stripper, and the wolf shifter figure out how to restore his howl.

Out now and only $2.99!!

Saturday Seven ~ Golden Age of #Movies Hunks #saturdayseven #lists @meganslayer

This week for my Saturday Seven list, I’ve been thinking about what I wanted to spotlight. There are so many things I could spotlight, but I’ve been on an old movie binge. There are so many handsome men in those movies. Here is my list of seven, in no particular order.

7. Robert Taylor – Tall, Dark and Handsome and that voice.

6. Joel McCrea – he’s quite underestimated, but great.

5. James Stewart – he’ll always be Mr. Smith to me

4. Cary Grant – four words: Arsenic and Old Lace

3. Tyrone Power – sigh worthy every time

2. Montgomery Clift – that intensity

1. Franchot Tone – I could listen to him talk for hours.

What about you? Who are your favorites? I’ll spotlight the ladies next week. 🙂


Out Now ~ Finding Michael by @meganslayer #gayromance #erotic #pridepublishing #romance

Finding Michael by Megan Slayer Finding Michael

Pride Publishing

Contemporary Erotic Gay Romance

Super Novel


Going home could be just the thing his muse needs and his heart desires.

Tristan Paulson needs the words to return. He loves his career penning novels of small-town love, but his muse has gone missing. If he can’t write, he can go back to his roots and sort through the items his newly deceased uncle left behind. Once in Sullavan, Ohio, he realizes just how much he loved the place. Then he sees the handsome librarian—Michael is just the kind of guy he’s always wanted. How can he go back to the big city when Sullavan calls to him?

Michael Kane wants nothing more than to be surrounded by his books and the written word. He knows heartbreak and isn’t in the mood to put himself out into the dating pool again…until he sees Tristan. He wants to be with Tristan, but he’s too shy. A handsome man like Tristan wouldn’t be interested in a quiet man like Michael…would he?

General Release Date: 20th February 2018, preorder up on 1/9


Here’s an excerpt!

©MeganSlayer 2018, All Rights Reserved

“There’s a bookstore and it has a coffee shop. I go there. I spend a lot of time with Molly because she’s alone at the B&B. Her last boyfriend was a real peach and when he left, he screwed her over. Stole her money, wrecked her car…so she’s kind of touchy.” He stretched his legs. “Otherwise I do my own thing. I spend a lot of time at the library and working with the ladies group who helps the library.”

“No boyfriend?”

Isn’t he full of questions again? “No.”

“Me either.” Tristan blew out a long breath. “Why don’t we go down to the diner? I’m starving and…why not?”

“Sure.” He eyeballed Tristan. The guy wasn’t asking him to come home with him. Just a meal together. Why did this feel like more? Because he wanted more? Christ, he hadn’t gone out with anyone since Barry and even then, the connection wasn’t strong. He stood and stretched, then settled next to Tristan. He could be crazy, but he’d like to find out more about Tristan.

Tristan remained beside Michael as they walked to the diner. He could get used to being with Michael. He’d only been in town for twenty-four hours and he couldn’t fathom not having Michael in his life. As friends? Absolutely. As lovers? If he had his way, then yes.


On the Bright Side with @meganslayer #iamwriting #feelingaccomplished

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I will admit it. For the last couple weeks, I’ve been down. Yep. Me. Down.

Some will say I’m not that kind of person. Normally, they’d be right. I try to  cheer lead for everyone. Are you down? I’ll try to bolster you up. But I’ve been the one down.

I came to a realization this morning.

I don’t have to be on all the time and I don’t have to be happy every second of the day. That doesn’t mean I need to make a big deal about feeling down, but if I’m not up, it’s okay.

I’ve tried to follow some very wise advice–no matter what, never say anything that’s not positive on social media. Never say anything you’ll regret. It’s good advice. Why? Social media can be deleted, but no matter what you say, it’s forever. Someone can/will copy it or even more they might save the image of what you said. It’s forever.

So while I’ve tried to be honest about how I feel, I’m also sticking to my plan and that advice.

Today, though, is a different day and it’s much better. I can see the light today. That’s a great feeling. I even managed to get a chapter written last night in my latest book. I was beginning to think the words weren’t there. Now I know they are and it feels good to be back. I’m going to take more time for me, but writing is like breathing for me. I have to. Here’s to more words and being positive.

I am excited about what’s coming next.

Herding Cats and Writing with @meganslayer #iamwriting Or at least trying

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I’ve had more than a few things on my mind of late. Seems like every time I turn around, something else pops up. Family illness, pet illness, herding cats that includes no cats… and I can’t write. I’ve got the ideas there. Heck, I’ve got a whole new set of characters talking to me, but being in charge of everyone seems to have ripped my focus to crap.

Please don’t consider this a pity party. It’s not. I’m trying something new–honesty. I’ve tried to keep everything together and a positive attitude. I was once told by a very wise author that what you post online should be positive. I agree. I’ve always tried to keep on the bright side of life (yes, cue Monty Python). But today I hit a breaking point.

I won’t go into details, but it’s been a bit tough.

But as Gloria Gaynor said, I will survive.

I won’t break your ears by singing, but I will survive. I’ll get the writing thing back on track and I’ll even get a few other things sorted out. I needed this one moment to fall apart so I can build back up stronger than ever. Maybe I can even make myself into the Six-Million Dollar Woman.  (Yeah, you got that reference).

It’s worth a shot. 🙂

Which One? Knowing What To Write and When with @meganslayer #iamwriting #writing #schedules

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I did come up with a general schedule. I’ve been flip-flopping on what I wanted to work on, but I finally made myself create a general schedule. That helps. I have a direction. The thing is, once I made that schedule and started the next book – because the characters talked to me – that’s when a whole new set of characters started talking. Yes. A whole new set.

I’m not going to lie. Writers have lots of characters talking to them. It’s what we and they do. I’ve been known to talk to myself in the car to work out plot points. One of these days I’m going to find something like Dragon for the car. Maybe that way I’d get something done while I’m working out those plot points. But focusing on where I’m going and being safe is more important.

But that’s one thing about being a writer. As soon as I think I know what I’m doing and where I’m going, that’s when new characters show up. I’m helpless. I really am. I write down the bits and chunks they tell me, but I have to put the story aside while I try to finish what I’m working on. It’s confusing sometimes. I’ve had plot points from both stories bleed into each other.

Does this happen to you? Do you notice this? Let me know. Maybe you’ve got some suggestions for keeping everything sorted out. I’ve got notebooks and sticky notes, but still. I’m open to suggestion.

Just When You Think You Have All Your Ducks in A Row… with @meganslayer #plans

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I make plans. I do. I try to have a schedule, too.  I like schedules.  I like knowing what will happen. Ask my family. I’m not wild about surprises. Like, don’t throw a surprise birthday party. They make me uncomfortable. I’d rather have an idea what’s coming, versus the unknown.

So this week has been a challenge in patience for me. I knew taking the cats to the vet would happen. They were up for their yearly shots. It happens. I’ve known my mother wasn’t doing great because she hasn’t since been well since December 30th. But the phone call saying she’s in the hospital again jarred me. She’s my mom. I can’t imagine not having her around, even if she does drive me crazy. I’ve been back and forth to the hospital trying to make sense of what’s going on. She seems better, but that’s a matter of what day.

Then I had to take my dog to the vet because she’s declining. I know she’s not great off, but I didn’t think she was this bad. She conked her eye and had blood in it. That’s not a huge thing, but it’s still something. Then she got an infection in that eye, so it’s swollen. On top of all that, she’s not eating unless it’s cat food. Yeah, not good. We go back to the vet on Tuesday.

All of this excitement is putting the serious kibosh on writing.  I can’t seem to focus or get anything done. I need writing to settle my mind and to put that extra energy to good use. Don’t confuse this for heartlessness. I want everyone to get better and I want my dog around a lot longer. I’m just…I need to write. I need that creative outlet.

We’ll see. Here’s to good thoughts and getting those ducks sorted out.