His Private Dancer by @MeganSlayer #contemporary #darkromance #bdsmromance #hot #nsfw #meganslayer @changelingpress

His Private Dancer by Megan Slayer

The Jordan Brothers, book 1

Changeling Press

Contemporary BDSM Dark Romance

M/F, BDSM, Anal Sex, Spanking, Toys, Bondage

#contemporary #darkromance #bdsmromance #hot #nsfw #meganslayer

I want what I want, no question — even her.

Dashiell “Dash” Jordan runs the city of Shaker with an iron fist. Whatever he wants, he gets — except the woman he craves, who hasn’t been available. He’s waited long enough, and nothing will stop him, not even her bastard ex-husband or her con artist father. But once Dash sets his sights on her, will she allow herself to be owned, or will she walk away a second time?

Christy Lane never loved anyone the way she did Dash. She knew the danger of being with him, but she didn’t care. Then Dash left her. She tried to put her life back together, but that life included marriage to a perpetual cheater, being thrown out of her father’s church, and working in the only job she can get — stripping. Then Dash reappears. The memories of their life together rush back — the scenes, the passion and craving. She doesn’t want to be a plaything, but he’s offering her the world. Will she allow him to own her or end their second chance before she’s hurt again?

Available from Changeling Press and these fine retailers:

https://books2read.com/u/mBrv5R

https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/private-dancer-26

https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/books/1131033472?ean=2940161481578

https://www.changelingpress.com/his-private-dancer-the-jordan-brothers-1-b-2853

The whole series at: https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B07S6Q32S1

Excerpt:

©Megan Slayer, 2019, All Rights Reserved

Dash turned the paper over without really looking at it, then flattened the page. He noticed the photos of exotic dancers in an advertisement for one of the clubs. The girls weren’t his type of woman, but he appreciated beauty. Maybe this week she’d be one of the featured dancers.

“Well, they want two hundred thousand, but because it’s vacant, we can talk them down,” Clint said. “A hundred-fifty thousand is more reasonable.”

“Why, if you know what to do and can get the price down, aren’t you negotiating? Clint, I’m one of your only clients.” None of the dancers caught his fancy, but he kept looking. He’d found proof Christy was stripping in one of the clubs, but hadn’t come across her yet. “Well? You should be in the business with me. We should be a team.”

“Because I don’t want to live with the danger. I like being legitimate,” Clint said. “But I’m already negotiating. They’re coming down on the price, so stay tuned.”

“Danger isn’t the only thing I live with.” He doubted Clint got death threats or was shot at on a regular basis. He turned the page of the paper. A slew of ads for strip clubs decorated the space. He looked over the images of the dancers for the one he wanted. There she was, right where he’d expected her to be — Chastity Lane at the X-Caliber Club. Time to visit. “Do you know the X-Caliber Club?”

“Dash.” Clint groaned. “You didn’t hear a word I said, did you? And no, I don’t. I’ve never been to a strip club. Father made sure my handlers didn’t take me to one. Why?”

“I heard nothing past a hundred-fifty thousand. If you can get the deal going, do it,” Dash said. “I’ve gone to a couple clubs, but not the X-Caliber.” He remembered how his father sheltered Dash’s oldest brother. Their father wanted Clint to stay clean and be the face of the family. Good for public relations, but bad because the family had never left the nightclub business. Clint had a head for real estate, but not running the string of entertainment hotspots.

“Who is she?” Clint asked. “I know it’s a chick.”

“Would you believe me if I said I found Christy?”

Living On My Own by @meganslayer #romance #gay #gayromance #friendstolovers #secondchance @mlrbooks

Living On My Own by Megan Slayer

Mixed Tapes Volume 2

MLR Press

Contemporary, m/m, anal sex, bdsm, toys

Can the past really help the future?

Daniel Tate knew he’d walked out on a one in a million man, but some things are better dealt with alone. Leaving Kel meant losing his heart. He’s conquered his demons. Now he’s out to prove to Kelsey why being together is so much better than living on their own. When Kelsey Schriver’s life fell apart, the last person he expected to come to his aid was his former sub. Their past burned bright, then snuffed out too fast for Kelsey. Is the past something he can forgive or something he can’t surmount?

Available at:

MLR Press: http://www.mlrbooks.com/ShowBook.php?book=MS_LVOMO

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B00DFSXZCY/

BN:  http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/living-on-my-own-magen-slayer/1115696228?ean=2940016594781

Universal link: https://books2read.com/u/bWKy67

Apple: https://books.apple.com/us/book/living-on-my-own/id1219014636?mt=11&ign-mpt=uo%3D4

Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/living-on-my-own

EXCERPT:

Daniel didn’t quite look at him when he soaked the sponge. He bit the corner of his mouth and twisted the sponge in his long fingers. “What happened to Joseph? If you’re here and he’s not. You two really split, right?”

“I don’t want to talk about Joe or my being alone for a month.” Kelsey chucked his rag into the water. He dragged a ragged breath into his lungs and swept his gaze over Daniel once more. His cock reacted and pressed tight into his zipper. The music sloshed in his brain. He’d avoided Daniel for too long and his physical desire won out. He wanted Daniel. Wanted not to have to think about why they’d parted and how much he still loved his former partner. He wiped his hands on his jeans.

“You don’t want to talk, eh?” Daniel dropped his sponge. He stalked across the room to where Kelsey stood. “Tell me what you want instead.”

“You.” Kelsey walked Daniel backwards to the wall. Groin to groin, he pinned Daniel tight. He mashed his lips to Daniel’s, taking control of the kiss right away.

Beneath him, Daniel whimpered and opened. He tangled his tongue with Kelsey’s and groaned.  Kelsey grabbed the hem of Daniel’s T-shirt, then stroked the expanse of Daniel’s chest. He flicked his thumbs over Daniel’s nipples.

“Oh, God,” Daniel said, breaking the kiss. His hot breath feathered over Kelsey’s skin. “Take me. Right now. Don’t care.”

“On your knees.” Kelsey backed up, giving Daniel room to move. Even though five years had passed, the chemistry remained. “Get me nice and wet.”

Daniel dropped to his knees and popped the fly on Kelsey’s pants. He fixed his gaze on Kelsey and grabbed the belt loops. Bright sunlight shone around him, framing Daniel’s hair and giving him the look of an angel. Kelsey knew better. When Daniel wanted to be devilish, no one could stop him. He freed Kelsey’s cock and tapped the blunt head against his cheeks.

“Missed this,” Daniel panted. He rubbed his face on Kelsey’s groin. “Missed you.”

Running to You by @meganslayer #gay #gayromance #hot #newadult #friendstolovers @mlrbooks

Running to You by Megan Slayer

Picture This, Book 4

MLR Press

Contemporary New Adult Gay Romance

M/M, Anal Sex

Novella

Dayton Sharpe wasn’t looking for a relationship when he went out for a run, but when he’s forced off the road, he finds the person missing from his life–Nicholas. Will he realize the man of his dreams isn’t out of his reach, but right beside him?

Nicholas Malone likes his privacy and his seclusion. He writes for the local paper, online magazines and novels. He has everything he needs–his cat and his writing. But he’s lonely. When Dayton, the hunky jock next door ends up at his doorstep, he has to decide if he wants to be alone for the rest of his life or if it’s time to break his norms to find love.

https://books2read.com/u/mqDRo1

https://bit.ly/34qU4Gi

https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/running-to-you-5

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/932534?ref=draft2digital

Third and Long by @meganslayer #football #romance #IR #hotread #indiepubbed

Third and Long by Megan Slayer

Megan Slayer Publications

ISBN: 9781370601158

Contemporary Erotic Interracial Sports Romance

Short Story

M/F

Rules are meant to be broken, especially when your back is against the wall.

Nico Thunder rules the field. As the quarterback of the Bearcats, he knows what he wants and takes it. There’s one exception. Kaja Wright makes him hot in all the right places, but she’s off limits. The rule states no interoffice dating. He can’t get her out of his mind.

He’s been in sticky situations before. Can he get out of this third-and long-situation, or will he be forced to punt before he finds his heart’s delight?

This 6,500 word erotic short story features scenes of interracial heterosexual sex.

This second edition of the book has been re-edited and expanded from the first edition. 

Search Terms: Heterosexual Romance, Football Romance, Sports Romance, Erotic Romance, Interracial Romance, Contemporary Erotic Romance

Available on 1/27/2017 from all major ebook retailers!

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B01N4MSD06?tag=books2read02-20

iBooks: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/third-and-long/id1193749363?mt=11&ign-mpt=uo%3D4

BN: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/third-and-long-megan-slayer/1125461144?ean=2940154214657&st=AFF&2sid=Draft2Digital_7968444_NA&sourceId=AFFDraft2Digital

Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/third-and-long-contemporary-erotic-interracial-sports-romance

Universal Link: https://books2read.com/u/m2XB0G

EXCERPT:

©2017, Megan Slayer, All Rights Reserved

She fell into step beside him. “Where are you parked?”

“My regular spot in the players’ area.” He opened the parking garage door. “Just down here.” She messed with his head just by walking with him. He wanted to hold her and feel her tucked to his side.

“I forget you guys have the nicer spots.”

“Just a higher level.” He shrugged. “This is my car.”

“Nice.” Kaja smiled. She caged him between her arms and the back fender of the car. “You said something about wanting me to like you. What if I already did?”

He pressed his hands to his sides. “I’d be shocked.”

“Prepare to be shocked.” She smoothed her palms inside his sport coat and along his chest. The move turned him on, but also confused him. She’d just turned him down!

“Kaja?”

“I’ve wanted to do this for a long time.” She stood on her toes and pressed her lips to his. The moment they connected, he groaned. He’d imagined this moment, and she tasted better than in his dreams. He didn’t bother to think. Screw the rules. He wrapped his arms around her. She cuddled to him. For warmth? He didn’t care.

Kaja broke the kiss first. “Take me home.”

You Own Me by @meganslayer #vampires #PNR #indie #indiepubbed #romance

You Own Me by Megan Slayer

Book 2 in the Battle Scarred Series

Megan Slayer Publications

Contemporary, Paranormal, Action/Adventure

Vampires, Shifters, Magic, M/F, BDSM, Anal Sex, Spanking

When the rest of the world fails, we’ve got each other.

Always.

Creighton Leigh likes to play by his own rules—until he’s tasked with defending the other Supers. Not a problem. He’s called by the Sources, the mystical beings in charge of the universe, to find his mate. There’s only one problem—he’s convinced he’s already got her in his arms. Will he be able to embrace the will of the Sources while following his heart?

Vanessa Skye loves her tiger shifter. He’s everything she’s ever wanted in a man and a dominant. But her will and the will of the Sources isn’t the same. They have other ideas for her man.

Sometimes accepting the future means letting go, but she’s not leaving him without a fight.

Available from Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07GRF85KM/

Anywhere ebooks are sold: https://books2read.com/u/bQ9GoD

iBooks: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/you-own-me/id1434367860?mt=11&ign-mpt=uo%3D4

Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/you-own-me-10

Bn: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/you-own-me-megan-slayer/1123369124?ean=2940156066995

EXCERPT:

©2018 Megan Slayer, All Rights Reserved

“Come here, tiger. We must speak,” Creighton mumbled to himself. “You’ve been tasked with defending the supers,” he continued. He knew his job. He’d been defending his friends as long as he could remember. But meeting with the sources? He wasn’t sure what they wanted. The sources, the oldest beings in the universe, had called on him. When the sources summoned a super, he or she was to drop everything and show up. He or she would learn their fate and accept what the sources planned. As far as he was concerned, he knew his fate—protecting his human, Vanessa, from the rogue hunters. 

He stared at the rock walls of the cave of the sources. Who lived in such a rustic place? Sure, he was a tiger, and the animal preferred the outside, but bland black-and-gray walls with no illumination? Come on. He needed a way to see where he was going, energy…something not here. His shoes clunked on the hard-packed earth as he strode to the bit of brightness at the end of the cave. He noticed shadows moving in the faint glow. The sources? He’d found them? Cool. The words I’m here lingered on his tongue. Shouting to the ancient beings wasn’t bright. He’d wait for them to address him. The closer he got to the light, the slower he moved. A feeling of dread washed over him. This wasn’t going to be some nice, happy meeting. Nope. His tiger groaned. This wasn’t going to be pleasant at all. 

“Come closer,” the Leader said. He leaned forward enough for Creighton to see his scraggly white beard. The hood obscured his face. The being pointed a long, bony finger at Creighton. “Do you know why you are here?’ 

“I’m here to learn my fate and to thank you for summoning me.” Creighton suppressed a smile. Never let it be said he had no manners. “I’m defending the supers, like you’ve asked.” He wondered what exactly the Leader was sitting on. Air? A rock chair? He couldn’t tell. Not knowing added to his growing alarm. Would they whisk him away to fight another part of the war and force him to leave his friends? Crazy thoughts, but then again, he wasn’t sure what to expect. 

“You’re a cocky tiger.” The Leader turned over his palm. A flash of light flickered from the center of his hand. “You have been called upon because of the war. It has grown much worse than anticipated and is out of control. You need to be doing more than simply defending.” 

Creighton nodded and tuned his thoughts to fight mode. “We cannot tell the rogue hunters from the main group. The defenders are trying their best, but without information, we feel we’re all working blind.” 

“You are,” another source said. This one sounded female. “The supernatural races depend on you.” 

“Wait.” Creighton disobeyed the cardinal rule of the sources and stepped closer to the ancient beings. “Me? Our merry band of misfits is a solid unit. You can’t mean that I am the only one who can stop this. You just told Kynan he was the one to end the war. This cannot wholly be on my head.” Good Goddess, he understood tactical maneuvers and reconnaissance, but playing with emotions and understanding the enemy weren’t his strong points. 

The source cackled. “You will grow in numbers.” 

“Great.” He liked the sound of the group getting larger. Maybe they’d find some more vampires and a couple more shifters to balance them out. Or they’d be given the opportunity to have children. One day he wanted to make lots of children with Vanessa, but the relationship was still new. “We can use all the help we can get, but you said to grow in numbers. Is having children soon a good idea?” 

“Not so fast, tiger. Do you enjoy being in your human form?” 

“Yes, very much.” But he didn’t like the tone change in the sources. “Why?” More of his surroundings came into view. Black and brown streaked on the walls along with something else—figures. He tipped his head. He should’ve been listening, but the images grabbed his attention. Some of the folk-art-type figures looked like animals. 

“To keep the human form from being locked away forever, you must find your mate. It is time you accepted that part of your fate as well,” the source said, pulling his attention back to the situation. 

“I believe I’ve found her.” Now they were getting somewhere. He’d known all along his fate lay with Vanessa and that she was his true mate. He thought about her in his dreams. Even if she turned him down, he knew where his heart belonged—with his pasha, Vanessa. 

“You believe? Tiger, there is much more to finding a mate besides belief.” 

He gritted his teeth. He assumed the sources would make the situation difficult, but not this much. “Vanessa is a suitable pasha. She’s a seer. She’s also beautiful, and we have perfect chemistry.” In and out of bed. So they’d only been together a few weeks and spent most of their time having sex. He knew his heart. He pressed his lips together to keep from spilling that tidbit of information. The sources didn’t need to know they had a great sex life. 

“She is unworthy of you.” 

“I don’t agree,” he snapped. Unworthy? Hell’s bells, she wasn’t worthy. She’d stood up to Brad and the other hunters when she could’ve easily run away. Her fortitude endeared her to him. He looked at the images again. The figures appeared to be moving. To tell the future? 

“Your mate will need to be more than a seer. You are a tiger and must have a mate to match your power and strength.” The Leader leaned back in his seat, hiding himself almost completely in the shadows. The flame burning from his palm extinguished. “Do you wish to extinguish your power like this?” 

As the Leader spoke, the image of a man faded, and a large cat took its place. A cat-shifter? The female beside that tiger vanished. Shit. Creighton’s stomach churned. 

“What happens if I take the wrong person—or tiger—as my pasha?” He couldn’t risk losing Vanessa or proving the cave art correct. 

“You will become useless to the cause. Your human form will recede, and the animal will become dominant.” The Leader blew the residual smoke from the fire toward Creighton. “Within a short time, you will go mad without your true pasha, and the hunters will have to eradicate you.” 

Fuck. Creighton fought back his growing irritation. “So I can be happy with Vanessa and hope she is my true mate, or I can dump the woman I’m close to in order to help the supers win the war and maybe even find that elusive mate? Sounds swell.” He shook his head. “At least tell me who this pasha is I’m looking for. I’d hate to be wasting my time and energy for nothing.” The light grew dimmer, and he couldn’t see the Leader, but he felt the Leader’s icy stare. He stifled a shiver. “Just doesn’t seem right.” 

“I cannot tell you the identity of your mate. You must find the person or super worthy enough to be your pasha. Someone worthy of a tiger.” 

He already had found that person. His heart ached. They honestly wanted him to choose. 

“Your time in your human form grows short. In less than three weeks’ time in human weeks, you must find your pasha. If you cannot find your mate or if you choose to take the wrong person”—the Leader stressed the word person—“you will suffer the consequences. Your tiger will take over, and you’ll be little more than a beast—a beast fighting madness. Understood?” 

He didn’t have much choice. The moment he was born, his fate was sealed. “I understand.” He didn’t agree, but he accepted the word of the sources. Around him the world plunged into darkness. The cave walls disappeared, and the ground beneath him shifted. The sources called when they wanted a super and sent him or her back just as fast. Creighton stumbled and knocked into the hallway wall. 

He collapsed on the carpet and weighed his options as he regained his bearings. Vanessa had been the only light in his life. She gave him reason for not giving up. But how could he keep seeing her while searching for his elusive mate? 

Easy, he couldn’t. He’d have to pick one or the other. 

But who would protect her, and how the hell was he going to sit back and allow another man to touch her? If the rogue hunters found out about her—and they would once the information from Brad’s killing got back to them—she’d be kidnapped or killed. Brad, Kynan’s pasha’s ex, caused a shit storm with his attempted murder on his friends. Soon, more anger and war would descend on the small group, and he refused to leave Vanessa alone in harm’s way. 

She might not be his mate, but he wasn’t giving up his seer without a fight. Not a chance. 

“Hey, you’re back.” Vanessa threw her arms around Creighton’s neck. “You scared me. I know this is a huge mansion and all, but don’t just disappear like that.” 

“Huh?” He tugged her to his chest. Her brown eyes glittered. When she smiled, a little more of the ice around his heart melted. “I’m sorry. I spaced for a moment. Catch me up on what happened.” 

Her eyebrows rose, and then she frowned. “Spaced?” She snorted and flipped her golden-blonde hair over her shoulder. “Okay, I’ll play along. You were going to get something for us to eat, and when I looked for you, poof! Gone! No CR in the hallway, kitchen, or anywhere else I looked. I screamed for Ky and Lexa when I saw the car was still in the garage. When I came back to the room, you’re here and acting like you’ve been a million miles away.” 

“I kind of was.” 

“Creighton.” Kynan, his friend the vampire and owner of the mansion, sprinted down the hallway. “What happened?” He stopped short. “You were summoned, weren’t you?” 

“Yes.” The moment he replied, he wished he hadn’t been asked the question. He hated to admit he’d been summoned, because then he’d have to explain that Vanessa wasn’t his pasha. The color drained from Kynan’s pale face, but he didn’t say anything. 

“Summoned? By whom and for what?” Vanessa slid out of his arms and stood. She smoothed her T-shirt down her curvy frame. “What’s going on, and why do I have a bad feeling about what you’re going to say?” 

Shit. He knew this would happen. Creighton leaned against the wall and forked his fingers into his hair. “The sources called on me. It’s my time to find my mate and build up my power so we can fight the war.” 

“When do we get started?” Vanessa asked. “I’m game.” 

“It’s—it’s not that simple.” Kynan nodded and folded his arms. Once he’d found his pasha, Lexa, he’d been able to step out of the shadows and walk in the light. He was still a vampire but much more powerful. “Finding one’s mate can be life or death. Vanessa, you should go back to your suite and talk to Creighton.” He nodded and left them alone in the hallway. 

“Yeah,” Creighton said and pushed off the wall. “This is complicated.” 

“Okay.” Vanessa offered her hand. “Let’s do this thing. How do we make you all super and powerful?” She threaded their fingers together. “Hot sex? Special words? Hot sex and special words? Come on, I’m trying to lighten the mood a little.” 

“I know you are.” He draped his arm around her shoulders. “I appreciate it.” He opened the door to the suite they shared. “It’s a long process, finding my mate. I need to soul search and follow my heart.” 

“I’m right here. Done.” She bounced into the room ahead of him. “Now what?” 

Creighton stood in the doorway. How the hell was he going to crush her spirit and tell her the truth when he wasn’t so sure the sources were correct? Down in his gut, he believed she was his pasha. “Like I said, it’s complicated. Sit, and we’ll talk.” And hopefully you’ll still count me as your friend when all of this is over. 

Somewhere I Belong by @wendizwaduk #romance #secondchances #farmers #hotread #indiepubbed #indie

Somewhere I Belong byWendi Zwaduk 
Genre Contemporary 
Words 29,000 
Content Notes Hot 
Publication Date 4/30/2020

Art by WZDesigns

Megan Slayer Publications

The only reason she let Sully back into her life is because she can’t run the farm on her own. The past is the past, and she’s determined to keep it there! Sully’s back in town, needing somewhere to belong, and he’s not giving up on love this time!

The only reason she let Sully back into her life is because she can’t run the farm on her own. The past is the past, and she’s determined to keep it there! Sully’s back in town, needing somewhere to belong, and he’s not giving up on love this time!

Sullavan Tanner walked away from Jarvis, Ohio, afraid to give his heart to the woman he loved. He lived the rock and roll lifestyle, but never quite made it to the big time. Fifteen years later, he’s back and ready to claim what’s his—if she’ll accept his help.

Marley Lockwood’s done asking for help. The family farm is more than she can handle, but if she can survive a cancer scare, the loss of her parents, the abandonment by her first love, and a messy divorce, she can handle anything.

Until Sully shows up.

Price: $2.99

Universal Link: https://books2read.com/u/mlwp1Z

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B085XRF6F1/

In PRINT: https://www.amazon.com/Somewhere-I-Belong-Wendi-Zwaduk/dp/B086PVRRNV/

BN: https://bit.ly/34xpkV3

Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/somewhere-i-belong-7

Apple Books : https://books.apple.com/us/book/somewhere-i-belong/id1503342548?mt=11&ign-mpt=uo%3D4

Amazon AU https://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B085XRF6F1/

Amazon UK https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B085XRF6F1/

Amazon FR https://www.amazon.fr/dp/B085XRF6F1/

Amazon DE https://www.amazon.de/dp/B085XRF6F1/

Amazon JP https://www.amazon.co.jp/dp/B085XRF6F1/

Amazon CA https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B085XRF6F1/

EXCERPT:

©Wendi Zwaduk, 2020, All Rights Reserved

How long he stuck around didn’t really matter. For all of Sully’s antics, at least he wasn’t Taylor. Sully had broken her heart, but he’d never broken her arm or her nose. She shivered and brushed a lock of hair from her eyes. No, Sully had bailed the moment he’d heard the word cancer. He proved to her letting people get too close was a liability.

Someone touched her shoulder, jerking her from her thoughts.

“Do you mind if I sit with you?”

The gravelly voice rolled down her back. Heat enveloped her and not from the August night. The twinge of fear subsided, replaced by the strength of his presence. She dragged a long breath into her lungs and sighed. “Sully.”

Sully shuffled his feet and crinkled his brows. His cocoa-colored eyes glittered in the firelight. He’d shaved the midday scruff from his cheeks but left a sprinkling of hair on his chin and upper lip. Instead of wearing the standard bandana, his hair stood in messy spikes, giving him a tousled, straight-out-of-bed look. His cologne wrapped around her like a woodsy blanket. Her mouth watered. How could one man look so darned sexy without effort?

“Chores are done, you’re free, I’m free. I wanted a dance for old times’ sake.” The silver ring on the middle finger of Sully’s right hand caught the light as he gestured to her. “Will you dance with me, Marley? I don’t have cooties, man germs, or any other gross diseases.”

Man germs…good grief. She needed an answer to put him back in his place.  “Dancing isn’t my thing.”

Why did Sully make her so nervous? Because Sully made her inner thighs heat and her heart thunder. Every time she heard him sing, she swooned. Hell, when they worked side by side on the wagons, she resisted the urge to smother him with kisses. She pressed her lips together. The idea of his sexy naked body melding with hers had haunted her dreams since she hit puberty. Of all the men she knew, Sully remained elusive and out of reach. And yet, he’d come back when she needed him the most…like a white knight. God, she had to get the childish, fanciful thoughts from her head and regain her footing in the real world.

He eased down next to her and sighed. “I don’t buy that for a moment, but I’m not gonna push.” He bumped her shoulder with his, sending a frisson of lust snaking through her body. “I missed our late-night conversations.” A chuckle erupted from his throat. “You got so deep.”

“You know, I never found someone to understand me like you do.” She balled her fists to keep from touching him and stared at the crisp yellow flames. Sully smelled like sin and pine. “Conversationalist is my middle name.”

Sully cupped her chin, redirecting her gaze. “And all this time I thought it was Elaine.”

Despite wanting to stay, Marley stood. “I never could fool you.”

“Dance?”

Must Be Doing Something Right by @wendizwaduk #romance #hotread #novella #contemporary @Totally_bound

Must Be Doing Something Right by Wendi Zwaduk

M/F, Voyeurism, Mild BDSM, Bondage and Anal sex

Totally Bound

Short Story

If she can open her heart, she’ll find he’s her naughtiest dream come true. Being mischievous with him is exactly what she needs.

Nate Waterford knows exactly who he wants in his bed and his heart, but he’s on guard. When women find out his profession, they see dollar signs. He’s been hurt by gold diggers and he’s not about to fall in love – until he sees Courteney. She’s his fantasy come to life and once he gets her in his arms, he’ll be damned before he considers letting her go. Unless she tells him to go to hell first…

Despite her success as a fledgling romance author, Courteney Bennett’s had her share of bad relationships. She’s attracted to her best guy friend, Nate, and she’s not ready to throw a friendship away for one night of passion – even if his idea of desire puts the hottest scenes in her erotica stories to shame.

Is her heart a fair price to pay for an evening to remember or will it be the biggest mistake of her life?

Available at:

Totally Bound: https://www.totallybound.com/book/must-be-doing-something-right

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B076H767FH/

Universal Link: https://books2read.com/u/b5MNKG

iBooks: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/must-be-doing-something-right/id885433386?mt=11&ign-mpt=uo%3D4

Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/must-be-doing-something-right-2

Google Play: https://play.google.com/store/books/details?id=jAROBgAAQBAJ

And now for an excerpt:

©Wendi Zwaduk, 2010, All Rights Reserved

I want a woman who will drive me crazy in every possible way.

If she loved him in return.

Nathan Waterford slammed the door to his navy blue Blazer and strode across the asphalt into Besta Pizza Around. He smoothed his hand over the lump of bills in his pocket and tucked the insulated pizza bag under his arm.

On a steamy Saturday night in July, he’d rather be in bed with the woman of his dreams, not working to earn a dime he didn’t need. His day job as an estate lawyer paid the bills, but being at the pizza shop got him closer to Courteney, the woman in his heart.

Hell, if he played his cards right, his desires might come to fruition. One day…

Crestline, Ohio wasn’t a teeming metropolis, but Nate and his business partner, Arran Mayes aimed to create the best little restaurant in the quiet farming community. The scent of tomatoes and yeast swirled around Nate, making his stomach rumble. When did I eat last?

Behind the bar, Arran stood drying a beer stein. “Well, you got your wish, my friend.”

As he slapped the silver bag onto the polished wooden bar, Nate glanced at the remaining patrons in the dining room. A couple giggled in the corner booth, while a trio of students wolfed down the last few slices of pizza at the round table under the window. Good times. He remembered being so carefree, before he had to become a man and work for a living.

“And you’re talking about what?” Nate shook his head and leaned on the bar rail. “Get me up to speed.”

Arran sighed and plunked the glass onto the towel. “You missed drama involving your girl.”

His wish? His girl?

Confused, Nate stared at his ruddy-haired friend. If his memory served him, Courteney Bennett belonged to no man. Nate had seriously considered making a play for the saucy little romance writer. From her chocolate-coloured tresses and her consuming mocha eyes, down her curvy body to the tips of her toes, he longed to make her his. He itched to grasp her hips while driving into her from behind. She turned him on like no other.

Thank God the bar covered the tent in his jeans.

“Don’t look at me like you’re surprised.” Rolling his eyes, Arran picked up a wide mouth wine goblet. “As you know, Courteney and Byron split two months ago. Well, he came back to—” he hooked his fingers in the air, “—make things right.” Arran snorted. “His version of making things right meant parading his new girlfriend, Amber something-or-another, right under Court’s nose. The jerk.”

Naughty and Sweet by @meganslayer #naughty #romance #hot #malachibrothers @changelingpress

Naughty and Sweet by Megan Slayer

Series: Malachi Brothers (#2)

Multiverse: Roosters (#4)

Book Length: Novella

Cover Art: Bryan Keller

BIN: 009781-03172

Genres: Action AdventureBDSMGuilty Pleasures (Contemporary)New ReleasesRomance

Themes: Age Gap (Older Man)New AdultOrganized Crime Romance

Will Kelly risk her heart for a chance at forever with a man 15 years her senior or walk away?

Kelly Fenn came to the Honey Dripper seeking what she thinks is an easy way to make cash to pay off a loan. Martin Malachi is the one man she never expected to find, let alone fall in love with.

Martin’s not looking for a girlfriend, but Kelly needs a job. When he suggests an offer Kelly can’t refuse, she’s got a choice to make. Will she risk her heart for a chance at forever with a man fifteen years her senior, or walk away?

https://www.changelingpress.com/naughty-sweet-malachi-brothers-2-b-3172

https://books.apple.com/us/book/id1561661859

https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/naughty-sweet-megan-slayer/1139180432

https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/naughty-sweet


Copyright ©2021 Megan Slayer All rights reserved.

“You’re a college student?”

“Yes.” She put her license back in her wallet. “Do you want to see my student ID?”

“No.” He should talk to her in one of the offices, instead of the foyer. “Let me call Amanda over. She can cover the desk.”

“Okay.” She shrugged. “Whatever you’ve got to do.”

He tapped his phone, summoning the woman who normally manned the desk. He sent the text, then turned his attention to Kelly. “Tell me about yourself.”

“What do you want to know?” she asked. “I’m twenty-one, in my third year at Green College. I’m studying film history, and I’d like to get a position working with a museum or in the film industry cataloguing movies. Ideally, I want to work here in Cambridge in the little museum, creating digital and film content for the museum as well as cataloguing the films and clips in the archives.”

“Ah.” He gestured to Amanda, who’d just arrived. “I need you at the desk while I speak to this applicant.”

Amanda crooked her drawn-on eyebrow. “Is that what you’re calling it now?”

“What?” Kelly sighed. “If you can’t take me seriously, then I give up.”

“You’ll never work here with that attitude.” Amanda took her place behind the desk. “Good luck.”

Martin groaned. He liked Amanda, but not in a romantic way. Her sense of humor didn’t gel with his, and she tended to look at the world in a pessimistic manner. “Thank you.” He picked up the laptop and gestured to Kelly. “Ready?”

“Sure.” Kelly inched around the desk.

Amanda grabbed Martin’s arm.

“Hang on,” Martin said. He directed Kelly to the conference room. “Wait here. I’ll be right back.” He left her alone and returned to the desk. “Yes?”

Amanda rested her hands on her hips. The dress clung to her curves and showed too much cleavage, but she did her job and brought in customers. “What’s the deal?” she asked.

“What do you mean?” He raked his fingers through his hair. “What’s your beef?”

“She’s young.”

“She is.” He knew and couldn’t do much about it, but most of the girls who danced at the club were under twenty-five.

“She’s not dancer material.”

“Nope.” He could’ve told her that when Kelly first walked into the building.

“Yet you’re wasting your time on her.” She crooked her eyebrow again. “What’s gotten into you?”

Runaway Royal by @wendizwaduk #steamy #romance #royals #hotread @Totally_Bound

Runaway Royal by Wendi Zwaduk

Contemporary Romance

Royalty Romance

M/F, Masturbation

Novel

From Totally Bound Publishing

Will this runaway royal ever find her place…and true love?

All Princess Catherine Zara of Lysianna wants to do is attend college like everyone else her age. So she’s a royal and requires a security guard to move about in public, but if she goes to university, she doesn’t have to marry the man chosen for her. He’s not her true love, so why torture herself? All she has to do to get her life started is to run away to the US…

And then she meets Luke.

Luke Cobb wants to survive college with a degree in studio art and guarantees that he can show his paintings in the local galleries. All he needs is the right break to get his work mainstream and the right woman to stoke his dormant muse. When he meets Zara, he’s smitten and his creativity sparks.

Except, she’s a princess and he’s a commoner, which could be a big problem…

General Release Date: 30th March 2021

https://books2read.com/u/4jA1zD

https://www.firstforromance.com/book/runaway-royal

https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/runaway-royal-wendi-zwaduk/1138737040

https://play.google.com/store/books/details?id=8zAhEAAAQBAJ

EXCERPT:

©2021 Wendi Zwaduk, All Rights Reserved

Once alone, she picked up her sketch book and pencil before heading back out to the balcony. She left the door open and sat on the bare concrete. The world glittered below. Sure, there had been danger in Lysianna. People robbed one another and many lied. The same ones found guilty tried to appeal to her father for leniency. Campus life wouldn’t be much different. People would be rotten to one another and they’d try to steal—boyfriends, girlfriends, supplies, grades… It was life and the world wasn’t perfect, but she didn’t mind as long as she had a chance to experience it. Her eyes were open concerning school, but she still loved the romance of being so far from home and meeting new people. The variety! Not everyone would bow to her and some might not notice her. What a concept!

She spied the tall, dark-haired man on his balcony. He held a cup of something. Coffee? Tea? Something stronger? She scooted over on her own balcony to watch him. He stood barefoot and clad in nothing but pajama pants. Was this his post-sex look? She sort of hoped so.

He wrapped both hands around the cup and rested his elbows on the railing. Worry knotted his shoulders.

She could see his face finally. He seemed handsome. Dark eyes and a killer body. Strong, muscled…she wondered if he’d finished the drawing from before and if he’d slept with the model.

She shivered. She’d never slept with anyone of the opposite sex and the times she’d slept with Corinne didn’t count because they’d actually slept. No sex involved.

She opened her sketch pad and created a list.

While I’m at university, I want to:

*be kissed properly

*buy a cheeseburger

*see a rock band play a concert

*have sex & lose my virginity

*have sex with a handsome man

She tapped her pencil against her lips as she debated the next item for her list.

*to meet the tall, dark and handsome artist downstairs

*to model for someone (nude?)

*to attend a real party

*to fall in love

She snorted. Love wouldn’t happen. Not for her. Before things got that far, she’d be found out. The law of averages wasn’t in her favor. If her stepmother didn’t tell someone she’d arrived at the college, Corinne would let the secret slip.

Still, she could dream.

Besides, the list was only one of dreams. It wasn’t like she’d created a checklist to live by. She’d come to the college to get an education, not fall in love. Even if she wanted to be with someone and experience those aspects of life, she had to finish her degree first. She’d paid the money to attend and refused to waste the chance—even for love.

Beautiful Music Together by @MeganSlayer #romance #gay #gayromance #LGBTQ

Beautiful Music Together by Megan Slayer

From MLR Press

Contemporary, M/M, Anal Sex

Novella

Artwork by Kris Jacen

Can these two opposites find the right rhythm?

Jon Kagan likes his life. He’s carefree unless he’s in the recording studio with his trumpet. Then he’s serious as hell. He plays the field like he does the notes on each track, but the single life isn’t fun any longer. He wants a lover and partner. But how can he find the man of his dreams when the only people he spends time with are the same musicians night after night? He’s convinced he won’t–until he meets Benny. Then all bets are off.

Benny Walters burns the midnight oil, too, but not in the music business. He’d rather work on houses than play tunes. Putting in a good sweat over a flooring job or painting a room makes him happy–almost as much as watching the hot guy who jogs across the neighborhood in the middle of the day. When he finally talks to Jon, sparks fly. He’d love to get to know Jon better, but confidence isn’t his strong point. Will he be able to get beyond his past and find the future he deserves?

Love happens in the strangest places, especially when it hits all the right notes.

Available from MLR Press: http://www.mlrbooks.com/Bookstore.php?bookid=MS_BMUST

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01M3YVJFU/

Universal Link: https://books2read.com/u/bw8A9P

https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/beautiful-music-together-megan-slayer/1125075178?ean=2940156934461

https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/beautiful-music-together

https://www.scribd.com/book/335561461/Beautiful-Music-Together

Now for an EXCERPT:

©Megan Slayer, 2016, All Rights Reserved

“Are you painting the outside of the house? You mentioned something about gray.” Jon didn’t want to end the conversation. He’d grown fond of Benny, even after a few minutes of chatting.

“Oh, no. My friend is having new siding put on, but I’m not doing it. No, I posed the question in front of your friend there, because you looked like you’d rather eat scorpions than talk to him.”

He laughed again and rocked on his feet. He liked the way Benny talked. “I’m glad you did.” And even gladder he got the chance to meet Benny.

“I should get back to the shingles. It’s hot and not all that sexy, but it pays the bills.”

“I’m sure it does.” Jon glanced over at the house, then met Benny’s gaze. “If I’m ever in the mood to redo my house, can I call you?” Christ, his hands shook. He hadn’t been this nervous in ages. Because of Benny?

“Sure. I don’t have business cards or anything, but I’m licensed and bonded.”

“I didn’t doubt it.” He slid his phone from the holder around his forearm. “Give me your number and I’ll add you.”

“555-6620.”

“Ask for Benny?” Jon smiled. He could’ve sworn the afternoon heat increased a few degrees each time he looked into Benny’s eyes.

“It’s my personal number. No assistants or anything. I’m not that big.” He blushed. “So you’ll have to talk to me.”

“There’s nothing wrong with that.” He inputted the info, then tucked the phone back into the holder. “I’ll let you shingle. It was nice to meet you. Feel free to rescue me again.”

“I’ll see what I can do.” Benny grinned and hefted a pack of shingles onto his shoulder. He climbed the ladder up to the porch roof and flexed as he put the shingles down.

Jon whimpered. Benny could really haul. “Do you run?”

Benny stepped to the edge of the roof and rested his hands on his hips. “What?”

“Do you run? Exercise?”

“I lift weights. Why?”

“I thought maybe you’d like to go for a run with me sometime.” Holy fuck, he’d just kind of asked Benny out. Hell yeah.

“You always run in the afternoon. I’m a morning guy.”

“Oh.” Jon paused. Benny was supposed to agree to join him. That’s what the other guys did… Well, shit. Jon twiddled with his headphones. “Wait, how’d you know about my run times?”

“You go past here nearly every day and have since the first of June. You’re hard to miss.”

“Is that a good thing?” Or bad? He hoped for the former.

“I’m just observant.”

And noncommittal with his answers. Damn it. “Okay, well, I’ll see you around. Maybe tomorrow when I run past here.”

“Same time, same channel,” Benny said. He waved and returned to the shingles.

What an odd guy, but handsome as hell and intriguing, too.

Jon headed home, but his thoughts never left Benny. The man knew the right moment to step in, which was kind of nice, and not Jon’s regular type. He liked pretty boys. Musicians or vocalists. He snorted and stopped in his driveway. He had no idea if Benny was even gay, much less if he was interested. The answer to his run question had been vague. Probably because Benny wasn’t homosexual.

He strode up the drive to the front porch and into his house, and kicked off his running shoes. He downed a bottle of water in what seemed like a single gulp. Trust him to find the one guy who wasn’t interested, and find him attractive.

He had to be out of his mind, but he wanted to go back. Wanted to talk to Benny and get to know him better.

He did have Benny’s number. What could he break in order to get the handsome home remodeler to come over?