Favorite Food and How I Use It… with @meganslayer #food #blogchallenge #longandshortreviews

Oh boy… I’m not going to lie. I’m not a cook. I’m not. I tend to burn stuff. Like a lot. I’d love to say I make a mean____________ but it’s not true. I’m not a cook.

So instead of how I use food or whatever and how I make great…. I’m going to share this instead–a few of my biggest oops in the kitchen.

I’d decided to make brownies. You know, the kind from the recipe. Had the Hershey’s cookbook out and was going to town mixing and making. I add the salt and taste test the batter. It looked right, but man…something wasn’t right. So I added… what did I add? More salt, a little more cocoa, some sugar… it still didn’t taste right. I asked DH to try it. After making a face that I can’t even describe, he said, you have too much salt in it. Turned out, I’d added 1/4 CUP of salt, not 1/4 TEASPOON. Yeah…

Then there was the time I decided to make chocolate chip cookies. Easy, right? The recipe is on the bag! Right? What’d I do? I used butter instead of Crisco. Not terrible, but got cocky and thought I could make it by eyeballing the amount of butter. I added way too much and it was a mushy mess that became a brittle mess, then burned all to hell. Yep, fail!

I tried to make bread once. Beer bread. Had a box mix. You’d think if all you have to add is the beer… I should be able to make it. Somehow I didn’t measure the beer correctly and not only did the bread burn, but it was grossly beer-ish. Like, I expected some twang from the beer, but not really tasting it. Turned out, the recipe said one can, but I didn’t buy a regular can. I’d bought one of those bigger ones because it came as one. Yeah…

I’m not a cook. What about you? What are some of your best dishes? Or worst oopsies? Tell me I’m not the only one who just isn’t a cook.

Ribboned by @MeganSlayer #christmas #bdsm #pnr #hotread #redvelvet

Ribboned (Red Velvet Christmas) by Megan Slayer

Number in Series: 5

Genres: Erotic Romance, Novella, BDSM

Themes: Elves, Dragons and Magical Creatures, Christmas

Ribbons aren’t just for decorating anymore.

Daria Elf never expected to be moved to the velvet ribbon department right before Christmas. She also never expected her boss to be the object of her wettest fantasies. Can she keep her cool, or will she end up on Raven’s Naughty List?

Raven Elf has his sights set on Daria. He wants her for his department, his bed and bound in his thick velvet ribbons. He’ll get his girl, but the hard part is convincing her that their connection is meant to last.

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And now a hot excerpt!!

She clicked the handle and eased the door open. There, in all his red-and-green, towering glory, stood Raven. His blue eyes blazed and a grimace marred his face. “You were summoned ten minutes ago. Where have you been?” He folded his muscle-corded arms. “Hmm?”

His gravelly voice drew a shiver from deep in her being. She cleared her throat. No way she’d let him scare her — not yet. “Once I picked my jaw up off the floor, I ran right down here.” And worked up her courage to talk to him. She rested her hands on her hips. “I thought maybe Santa was in the nog again and made a mistake.”

Raven stepped toward her. Unlike the rest of the elves, he didn’t wear a hat. His dark hair slid over his brow, obscuring her view of his eyes. “This request is very real and binding.” His voice dropped to a growl on the last word.

Her heart and brain warred. Working in the ribbon room was a year-round commitment. Unlike those in the other parts of the Christmas plant, the people who worked with Raven didn’t seem to have much of a social life. Then again, did she recall anyone admitting they worked with him? Looking at the strapping elf in front of her, she wondered if it was the binding part of the job that scared people.

Raven was the stuff of rumor and innuendo. He didn’t just use his ribbon for package decoration or house décor — he dabbled in BDSM and used the velvety strips to bind his lovers. Her body tingled. Would he wrap her in nothing but his ribbons? Make her scream his name? Oh, holy night, she hoped so.

“I’m willing to take on the standard hitch down here,” she said, praying her voice hadn’t wobbled.

“Perfect.” His eyes glittered and a small smile curled on his lips. “Absolutely perfect.”

* * *

Raven widened his stance and drank in the sight of the tiny elf. She had no idea what the frost she’d gotten herself into. He suppressed a bigger grin. He loved newbies, especially ones with soft brown hair and crimson lips. His cock twitched behind the buttons of his pants. Something about her screamed innocence. She didn’t know how pretty she was. His jacket suffocated him. Pine nuts. Few women affected him, but she brought the arousal from deep in his soul.

Little did the faux-fur-wearing minx know just how binding the ribbon room could be.

“This is the Ribbon Room.” He put one arm around her shoulders and guided her to one of the three chairs in the room. “I prefer to work alone, but this year the requests for red velvet ribbon are on the rise. Santa agreed to my request for help.” He sat her down on the plush black velvet chair. “You.”

How’d she like that little revelation?

“Me?” she squeaked and stared at him. “I don’t know anything about ribbons other than they belong on presents.”

“I’ll train you.” In every way he knew how. “We’ll be working tonight until the wee hours. Can you manage?” Could she take the strain of working with him?

“Yes, sir.” She smiled and gave him a mock salute. “You tell me what to do and I’ll do it as best I can.”

Yes, she would.

copyright Megan Slayer 2013

Hotter In Zero by @meganslayer #gay #gayromance #zeroohio #collection #meganslayer

Hotter in Zero

The Zero, Ohio Collection by Megan Slayer

Decadent Publishing

4 stories – Saving Sam, Mixing Mike, Catching Cary and Redeeming Raygan

M/M, Anal Sex

Zero, Ohio, where the temperatures can get below freezing, but the sex is smoking hot!

One Town. So many lives coming together.

Air traffic controllers, musicians, bartenders and so many more. Zero has them all, and, whether from a second chance, or a first meeting, the men of Zero show trust and love will prevail.

Come to Eight Ball bar, pull up a stool, and spend some time in this chilly town. These characters will warm the heart.

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Glow Boxed Set by @meganslayer #PNR #Glow #romance #gay #hot #boxset

The Glow Box Set by Megan Slayer

Glow — the band with more than a little paranormal element to its stage presence. Meet the guys in the band… 

* Zac “Iceman” Frost controls the stage with the band Glow. Atria controls fire. She’s everything he needs… if he can withstand the burn.
* Being away from Luc is killing Tay. What’s a guy to do when his lover is the very air he breathes? 
* Tallulah’s nothing like what Ike wants, but everything he needs…
* Slash Gunderson’s place behind the drums for Glow is a dream come true. But can he accept his need for kink and the man who makes his heart beat?
* Ansen keeps feelings out of the equation — until he meets Willow, who lives in the shadows and keeps the band’s fan site.
* Pixie wants more, including the sexy radio jock she met at a Glow concert. That is, if he’s up for grabs.
* Callum knew the moment he met Sarah she was the woman for him. But life in the band took him away. Now he’s back… to stay? 

This Box Set contains the previously published titles Fire Woman, The Air I Breathe, Wrapped Around, Down to Earth, Here Without You, Wild Flower, Christmas Glow, and Sweet and Wild.

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Excerpt:

Glow (Box Set)
Megan Slayer
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Excerpt from Fire Woman

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A thousand bodies swaying to the hypnotic rhythm, but not a one for me.

Atria pushed through the throng of people. Smoke and sweat clung in the air. She crinkled her nose. Too many writhing limbs and not enough air to breathe. One of the concertgoers, a punk kid with a piercing glittering in his nose, tossed her a sneer. The four-inch spikes of ebony hair on his head reminded her of lethal weapons. “Wannabe,” the teen snapped.

Snorting, she pushed past him. “Bathe.” He might be dangerous in a rebellious teenager sort of way, but he had nothing on her.

“Go home,” he growled and put his palm up. “This line is for passes and hardcore Glow fans.”

Atria flicked her fingers, sending an arc of flame to his hand. His eyes widened, and his skin paled beyond the white makeup. The facade of bad boy melted into scared child as he backed away from her.

“What the hell?” His voice shook. “I didn’t mean for you to kill me.”

She leaned in close enough for him to hear her over the roar of the music. “If I wanted to kill you, you’d be toast by now.”

The punk shook his head and backed away. His body trembled. “You’re a freak — a scary freak. What the fuck?”

Good, she thought and continued to the door. Always nice to be recognized as different. Along the way, two more rowdy kids shoved at her. Both found out the hard way — through a minor hair fire and scorched eyebrows — Atria Moline didn’t play games.

“She burnt me!” The kid with blue streaked hair stormed the guard. “That bitch burned me. I’ll have to shave my damned head.”

“Consider it an improvement,” the bouncer snapped. “Go.” One brow rose as he considered Atria. “How many?”

She sighed. “I only scorched three, Hiram.” Trust her big brother to call her on the carpet. “They didn’t burn. Just a little sizzle and everything will grow back. Maybe.”

“Your sizzle will get your ass arrested.” Hiram sniffed the air and blew out a long breath.”You burned hair and it smells like ass. Don’t do that again. Sister or not, I will hurt you.”

“No you won’t. You love me and you’ll protect me because I’m your sister.” She braced her hands on her hips. “Ha.”

“Whatever, brat. Are you here to see Lucien?” His smile widened. “Or have you finally found the nerve to talk to Zac?”

“Shut up.” The response sounded one hell of a lot better than, I want to jump his bones and ride to Arizona. Damn it. Luc wanted pictures taken after the gig. “I’m here to photograph, not hurl myself at anyone.” Shit. That sounded goofy, especially since she didn’t have her camera in plain sight. The thought crossed her mind — had she remembered it at all?

“Uh-huh.” He twisted the knob and allowed her into the inner sanctum — the backstage area. “Next time, keep the camera around your neck for credibility.”

Although Atria considered giving her brother the middle finger, she refrained and shivered. She’d been backstage at the Steelyards plenty of times. Luc and his band, Glow, played lots of places, plenty of them creepier than the former factory warehouse. Why the hell did the massive room scare her? One name came to mind. Zac.

Damn.

She plopped down onto a nearby folding chair and closed her eyes. Zacchaeus “Iceman” Frost. Goofy name for a hot man. Hot? Okay, so the guy was handsome in a brooding, six-foot-five manner. She licked her lips as a clear image of Zac came together in her mind.

Muscles just where a woman wanted to lick. Hardly a stitch of hair on him and a just one tattoo on his back — a spider web or medieval design — she wasn’t sure and didn’t care. And those eyes, the pristine blue of the North Atlantic. Heat zipped through her veins.

Was he packing? The bulge in the front of his leathers hinted at more than enough to please. Need tingled in her pussy, and Atria crossed her legs to stave off the sensations.

“I want you, Attie.” His sensual lips curled into a smile. “Now.”

Her breath came in labored puffs as she opened to him. Just to feel his callused hands on her body, tweaking her nipples, drawing out her fire and scorching them through and through.

“What are you doing?”

Fuck, fuck, fuck. Zac’s voice, and not from her fantasy, came through loud and clear. The music stopped, leaving her in the thick throb of the crowd noise just on the other side of the wall…

Morgan by @meganslayer #romance #interracial #contemporary #hotread

Morgan by Megan Slayer

Hard to Resist, #1

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What happens in the club, stays in the club…except on Valentine’s Day.

Being single on the dreaded day of love sucks. Ask Morgan. Three years in a row of sucky dates have made her gun-shy. But a night of clubbing and a chance meeting with the man who features in her naughty fantasies just might turn this girl’s thoughts around. Maybe.

The moment he laid eyes on Morgan, Trip knew she was the woman for him. What better day to make his move than Valentine’s Day? He’s about to find out how hard he’ll have to work to get what he wants—her.

©Megan Slayer, 2017. All Rights Reserved

Her eyes widened and she jumped back. “Trip. What the hell are you thinking?”

Her nipples pebbled under the flimsy fabric of her halter top, and her breaths accentuated her problem. She licked her lips again, giving them a slick sheen. God, he wanted to taste her.

“I said we need to talk.” He rested his hands on the now-empty desk top. “I need a partner.”

“This is sexual harassment or something.” She rolled her eyes and cocked her hip. Her gigantic, gold, hoop earrings glinted in the lamp light. “Seriously, what are you thinking?”

She wanted to know? Fine. Trip stalked around the table, then pinned her between his body and the wall.

“I’m thinking I can’t stand seeing you sashay around my dance club in those tight little shorts and tank tops and not want to bend you over my knee.”

Morgan flattened her palms on his chest, but didn’t shove him away. Her lips opened and closed like she wanted to say something, but no sound came out.

“Sue me or whatever, but I want you.” He situated his knee between her thighs. Morgan slipped down onto his leg and rubbed. Tiny moans erupted from her throat. Just as he’d suspected—she wanted him as much as he needed her.

“We can’t, Trip,” she whispered. “I work for you. We’re friends, and this will go to hell if we screw around.”

“Don’t care.” Rational thought left his mind. No matter the cost, he needed her. Now. Trip buried his face against her neck and breathed in the soft, sandalwood scent of her perfume. “Fuck.”

Morgan shivered beneath him and tipped her head back.

Perfect invitation. “I want you,” he mumbled against her skin. Each taste, each touch made him realize he couldn’t turn back.

“Trip.” She threaded her arms around him. “We can’t do this.”

His ire rose. “Morgan, I mean it.” He caged her face in his hands and rested his forehead on hers. “I dream about you. Crave you. I’ve listened to you and know you better than you think. This feels crazy to you, doesn’t it?

Giving up control and giving me a chance? I’m not just some guy.”

“Prove it.”

What a Night! by @meganslayer #clubrules #hotread #bdsm #erotic

What a Night! by Megan Slayer

Club Rules, #4

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He’ll make her fantasies come true.

Mark wants this anniversary to be one his wife, Lyssa, will never forget. He’s going to pull out all the stops and make love to her all night long. But she’s got a few tricks up her satin sleeves as well. Will his plans go up in smoke, or will this be the night they’ve dreamed of?

Search Terms: Short Story, BDSM, Romance, Interracial Romance, Erotic Romance, Contemporary Erotic Romance 

EXCERPT:

Copyright© 2017 Megan Slayer

“I’ve got to knock his socks off.” Malyssa stared at herself in the mirror and shifted her hips. The crimson silk draped down her body in a soft shower of red. The underwires boosted the girls, showing off her deep vee of cleavage. The built-in boning accentuated her waist. She rested her hands on her hips and pursed her lips.

“Prepare to be wowed, baby,” she said to her reflection. She’d been married to her husband, Mark, for twelve years. Twelve years of good times, bad times and lots of sex. Each time she saw him, her heart raced. He made love fun.

Tonight, she wanted to do something fun for him. Something to make their anniversary memorable. The new negligee would certainly start the night off right.

She glanced over her shoulder at the box on the bed. The bright blue paper shimmered and the bow rustled from the breeze through the French doors in their bedroom.

Mark pampered her. Whatever she wanted, he provided, but they worked as a solid team. Would he like her gift? Giddiness washed over her. Picking the present went over her budget and pushed her out on a limb. He’d either love her present or flip out.

She smoothed her hands over her stomach, working the wrinkles out of the satin. Mark would be home in less than fifteen minutes. Perfect timing. She stepped into the high-heeled shoes and moved the present from the bed to the bureau.

She strolled down the stairs with the skirt of her negligee in hand and mused on the last twelve years. When she met Mark, she made the first move. She offered to buy him a drink at the nightclub. He balked, then accepted.

He knew all the lyrics to her favorite song, “Poison.”

“Are you going to be my poison?” He smiled and threaded his fingers with hers.

“I’m not poison,” she told him. “I’m better.”

After that night, they never looked back.

“Lyssa?” Mark’s footsteps thumped on the tile floor. The scent of steak wafted through the air and her mouth watered.

Malyssa hurried the rest of the way down the stairs to where Mark waited. He grinned and the dimple in his cheek deepened. “There’s my sexy girl.” He snagged her in an embrace. “I love the red. It’s perfect against your skin.”

He met her for a kiss, swiping his tongue over her bottom lip. She grabbed his ass and squeezed.

The man’s ass had been built for grabbing. Tight, round and just right for her hands. She melted into his touch and moaned.

Mark broke the kiss first, but didn’t let go of her. “I wanted to wait, but it’s not gonna happen.” He caged her between his body and the wall. “Need you.”

He hiked her skirt up over her hips and slipped one hand between her thighs. “No panties. Nice.” He caressed her slit, smearing her juices over her pussy lips. “Want to feel you around me.”

“What are you waiting for?” She popped the button on his dress slacks, then eased down the zipper. The soft cotton of his boxer shorts barely contained his erection. She suppressed a shudder as his warmth seeped onto her hand. She encircled his erection with her fingers, despite the fabric between them.

“You’re playing with fire,” Mark murmured against her neck. His kisses switched between love bites and licks. He worked his cock out of his boxers, then hooked her right leg around his waist. In one swift move, he entered her and groaned. “Jesus, this is always the best.”

Her back knocked into the wall with every thrust, but she didn’t care. She needed him with a primal urge, as much as he needed her. She clenched her inner walls around him, holding him tight in her pussy.

“Shit, you make me never want to leave your cunt.” He buried his face against her neck and growled. His teeth scraped her skin and sent sizzles through her veins. He bit, adding a dimension of lust-filled pain to her pleasure.

Lyssa dug her nails into his shoulders and held on with all her might. Christ. She didn’t want this tryst to end either. She closed her eyes and rode the waves of desire as well as his cock. Her legs trembled and she gasped for air. Her pussy quivered.

“Mark!”

Blogging Challenge #evernighties @meganslayer #ifiwonthelottery

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I’ve thought long and hard about this prompt before. I don’t play the lottery, so it’s rather tough to win it. But that said, IF I ever won the lottery…I have a few ways I’d spend it.

Now, it would matter as to how much I won. Are we talking a scratcher? Or the big pot? If it’s a scratcher and I won, then I put the money towards groceries. I know, sexy, right?

If it’s a big ticket, like a million bucks or something, then I have a few options. First, I’d pay off the bills. Mortgage, student loans, etc. I don’t want those debts hanging over me. Then? I’d give a big chunk to both the library and a chunk to the animal shelter. With the library, it’d get put into books, which rocks. With the animal shelter, it helps kitties, pups and other critters. Win-win.

But that’s me. Books and critters. That’s where it’d go.

What about you? How would you spend lotto winnings? I’d love to know.