I have a confession. I’m a terrible fangirl. Really. I’m a writer and a voracious reader. I’m a sucker for a hot cover, too. But getting up the nerve to talk to those authors I love…that’s a challenge.
Cheryl Dragon is one of my favorite authors. So is Jocie McKade. The nice thing about them is I’m already friends with them, so talking to them is easy.
I love Morgan Malone and Gracie Guy, too. I’m friends with them, so that’s not a hardship to talk to them, either.
Now, don’t get the wrong idea. When I say hardship, I don’t mean it’s literally impossible or negative to speak to some authors. I don’t mean that at all. I mean, it’s hard for me to gather up the pluck to say, hi, I’m a sucker for your books. Silly, right? I want to hear people like my books, why wouldn’t others want to know I’ve enjoyed theirs?
I hate sounding ridiculous.
But this year, I went out of my comfort zone. I knew Ella Quinn would be at the event. I’ve had her on my blog for ages and loved her books for just as long. I wanted to say thank you for writing those books and put a face to the name, since she’d been on my blog.
I got my chance. Actually, I got to meet her and Jade Lee. I’ve loved Jade Lee’s dressmaker series since the first book. But Ella Quinn is a nice, sweet, soft-spoken lady. It was a great honor to meet her and I don’t think I sounded silly. There’s no guarantee I didn’t, but I hope I didn’t. I’m glad to call her a friend.
That’s one of the great things about #RAGT18. You can arrive feeling alone and leave with a whole slew of new friends. You’re not alone. I started going as a reader and now… well, I’m still a reader, but I put together a few choice words from time to time.
More on the con later. Promise.
Every year in June, I have the opportunity to attend a great event. I love going to the Reader and Author Get Together (#RAGT18). This is my time to have writer-girl time. I get to fangirl. I get to just be an author for a little while.
I’m guessing you’re wondering what I mean by just being an author time. Here’s the thing… when I’m at home and writing on my side of my laptop, it’s me and the computer. I know I have fans. I know I have readers. That’s not me being full of myself. You email me and tell me you’re reading. I meet readers who tell me they like my work.
But when I’m at the con, I get to be an author. I get to be me. I get to meet the readers, talk about my books and even drop a new one. That’ll be in a later post. Trust me. It’s coming.
I get to think about writing, talk about writing and not have to deal with the unglamorous part of my life–pets who leave little messes, ferrying kids, paying bills and being a life partner. I don’t dislike those things. I’m a happy mom, wife and pet parent. But sometimes it’s nice to be recognized for being an author.
That’s part of the fun of the event.
I’ll have more this week. There was so much that went on at the event, it’s hard to cover it in one post.
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 voyeurism and intimacy with multiple partners.
Available From Pride Publishing: https://www.pride-publishing.com/book/wild-card
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©Megan Slayer, 2016, All Rights Reserved
Just a few more movies and he’d be done. Kris Hunter curled the pages of the script in both hands. A dull ache started behind his eyes. He’d become popular in the adult film industry but desperately wanted to get out. Starring in porn paid the bills, but didn’t soothe his primal need to create. Shouting ‘take that cock up your ass now’ got old after a while.
He raked his fingers through his hair and read through his lines again. There wasn’t much to the script. A few lines about getting to know his playmate, then naked time. God. He’d been asked to star in another first experience flick. He should’ve known better.
If he wanted to get out of the business, he’d have to star in a few more films and bank up the rest of the money he needed. Time to get his head into the game.
“It’s your first time? A sexy man like you? Can’t be.”
Kris nodded. He needed to get into the headspace of a guy who wanted to hook up with a younger man. Gag. At twenty-seven, he wasn’t that fucking old. Still, he needed the money to fund his dream. He formed an image of his costar in his mind. Although he wasn’t attracted to the other performer, Kris did his best to act the part.
“That’s right,” Kris murmured. “You know how to kiss.”
His costar, Garig Ross, strode into the living room. “Are you actually practicing your lines?”
Kris opened his eyes. He hadn’t realized he’d closed them. “Go fuck yourself.”
“Now that’s not the way to entice me to want to be fucked by you.” Garig shrugged out of his street clothes. Unlike Kris, Garig seemed to love being nude. He folded his jeans and tucked his things into his duffle bag. “You’re supposed to make me at least kind of want to be with you.”
“I don’t want to be here or with you.” Kris dropped the script onto his bag. “I’m tired of these movies.”
“So?” Garig shook out the ripped denim. He waved the jeans around. “This won’t cover my ass.”
“That’s the point. You’re supposed to look young, interested, and green as hell but ready to take a seven-inch cock up your tight ass.” Kris rolled his eyes. “You’re young, but you are no virgin.”
“Don’t you know it.” Garig stepped into the jeans, then slid his cowboy boots back on. He admired his ass in the mirror. “Papa likes what he sees.”
If Kris had been on the prowl for a date and wasn’t picky, he might have hooked up with Garig for real. The guy was handsome. From his perfectly styled hair combed to appear as if he’d rolled straight out of bed, down his chiseled body to his sculpted legs, he personified sexy. Most guys wanted to fuck him—except Kris.
He’d made fifteen flicks with Garig. None of them endeared Garig to him. The guy might be hot, but he was also a hot mess. He dropped his pants for everyone and God only knew if he was careful.
“We’re going to do this thing.” Garig wriggled into the vest. His pierced nipples glinted in the light. “What are you saving all that money for?”
“Nothing.” Kris glanced in the mirror and slicked his hair back. He never wore his hair forward in the films. The combed-back style made him feel like the character rather than himself. Maybe that was crazy, but he preferred having the bit of separation.
He tucked his wallet, keys and phone into his bag, then stripped down to his running pants and the tank top. According to the script, he was supposed to start out on his balcony. Garig would be on the balcony next door, flirting.
He closed his eyes again. Three more films and he’d have enough money. A momentary vision popped into his brain. He didn’t want to be in front of the camera without his clothes. He’d be making actual movies with plots and good actors. Even if he had to fund the damn thing himself, he was going to be a real actor in a real movie. He opened his eyes. Get the film done and move forward.
“All right. Let’s go,” the director said. He pointed to Kris. “Your condoms and lube are beside the bed.”
“You’d make so much more money if you’d just do these bare.” Garig shrugged. “I’m raking it in.”
“I’m fine with what I’m doing.” At least when they worked, he knew he was safe. Kris made his way through the bedroom and stopped on the balcony.
“You’re going to chat him up. Stick to the script if you want, but you have to say he’s a hot piece of ass and you want to do him,” the director said. He clapped Kris on the shoulder. “Just make it sound intelligent and like you really want him.”
God. Kris stood on the balcony and gripped the railing. Three years before, he’d have considered throwing himself over the edge. Too many demons remained with him. He shook off the black feelings and focused on the job at hand.
“Ready? Action.” The director pointed to him. The camera clicked.
Time to shine. Kris gripped the railing again and stared at the city below. The palm trees waved in the slight breeze. Cars zipped down the street.
“There is nothing happening in this city.” He sighed. “Nothing.”
Garig appeared on his own balcony. “I don’t know about that.”
“Oh?” Kris leaned against his railing. “You’re new.”
“I am, and in more ways than you know.” Garig grinned. “Where’s your boyfriend?”
Ah. They weren’t following the script at all. Kris folded his hands. “I’m single. You?”
“Ready to mingle,” Garig replied. “Let me come over.”
“The door is open.” Kris nodded toward the other side of the apartment. “Let yourself in.”
“Cut,” the director shouted. “Reset. Good take.”
Kris groaned. He knew what to do next. Hell, he’d been a professional in the adult world since he’d turned twenty-one, six years ago. But he wanted more out of life. Unfortunately, life didn’t want him to graduate beyond the blow jobs and anal sex on camera. He thought back to his high school career. He’d nailed the Shakespeare plays and the dippy romantic comedies the drama club insisted on presenting every spring. He loved the rush of performing and the grit of having to work with others for that play to turn out right.
He glanced over at Garig. The only acting he’d get to do now would be to appear to be interested in what was going on. Another player strolled into the room. Not a grip or a camera man. Kris studied the new guy. Young and very eager. The kid practically bounced over to the director.
“Who?” Kris heard the director ask. “Oh. Over there. You know what to do.”
The kid crossed the room and stood in front of Kris. He didn’t say anything, just stared at him.
As I look back on this convention, #RAGT18, I have to pause to think about the people who weren’t there. I have to give pause for missing them. When I go to the Reader and Author Get Together, my main goal is to see my friends. It’s like a family reunion. Some of the faces change, but most don’t. It’s comforting.
I have to pause to think about the friends who were there. The laughs, the fun and the good times. Like I said, I go for the friends.
Books have been sold, parties had and prizes won. The money for the raffles went to a pet shelter, so I went a little overboard. I’m a pet person.
I would like to say I’ve got more to mention but I don’t. Why? It’s the end and doggoneit, I’m tired.
While I get back up to speed, here’s a little bit about my latest release, Embracing His Roar:
Embracing His Roar by Megan Slayer
Sanctuary, Book 11
Gay Paranormal Erotic Romance
From SuperNova Indie Publishing
A bobcat who doesn’t think he belongs and a lion who believes he is unlovable…can they make a relationship work?
Avan has made his share of mistakes, but those are in the past. Moving forward means forgiving himself and having a life at the Sanctuary. He wants just one shifter—Oscar. The bobcat shifter soothes his soul and seems to see the best in Avan. But will he want to be with Avan, even after everything Avan’s done?
Oscar’s lusted after Avan since he first saw him. He doesn’t care what Avan’s done because he believes everyone deserves a second chance. But Oscar’s got a past, too. He’d never felt like he belongs, even at the Sanctuary. The one place he feels safe is with Avan.
The odds a bobcat and lion should be together are low, but the passion between them sizzles. Can they find common ground and embrace their roar or will their differences destroy the blossoming relationship?
Barnes and Noble: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/embracing-his-roar-megan-slayer/1128628195?ean=2940162013747
Google Play: https://play.google.com/store/books/details/Megan_Slayer_Embracing_His_Roar?id=CCpaDwAAQBAJ
In Print: https://www.amazon.com/dp/1623441269/
Just You & Me by Wendi Zwaduk
from Totally Bound
BDSM, Wax Play, Pain Play, Bondage, Exhibition, Fetish
What’s a girl to do when she’s not ready to leave the single life but the right man has come along with a collar?
Ryder Lucas didn’t come to Exposed, looking for a sub. He joined his best friend’s club to demonstrate fetishes and enjoy the single life. Then he sees Cat and uses her for a scene. She’s everything he’s ever wanted in a sub and a woman. He won’t rest until the blonde bombshell is his.
Catharina ‘Cat’ McLean doesn’t want a permanent Master. She’s happy taking part in the occasional scene but won’t be collared. She’d rather be in control of her life. When Ryder asks her to be a part of a scene with him, she sees no reason to refuse. He’s tall, dark, handsome and she can’t resist him. He knows how to play with her fetishes—wax, ice and bondage—but is she willing to submit to him on a full-time basis?
Who knew finding a heart’s desire would be this all-consuming?
Reader Advisory: This book contains scenes of ice play, wax play, pain play.
Now for that Tease!
©Copyright Wendi Zwaduk 2017
“Sir?” She rested her hands on her hips but held onto the card. “Question.”
Ryder froze, then turned around. His eyes widened. “You’re topless.”
“You told me to disrobe.” She tipped her head. “May I pull my hair back?”
“Of course.” He nodded. “I want you to be comfortable.”
“Good.” She turned her attention to removing the rest of her clothes. Another thought occurred to her. “What about shoes? Do you want me in heels? Boots?”
“Bare is fine.” He held out his hand. “Do you have the elastic—or clips—for your hair?”
“Oh!” She offered up the black band.
He stood behind her and gathered her hair at the crown of her head. “Tell me if this hurts.”
“I get off on the pain,” she said. A laugh bubbled in her throat. At least he’d made her feel comfortable. “You’re fine.”
She bit back a moan. She loved having her hair played with. When a man ran his fingers through the long strands and massaged her scalp, the motions sent her into another orbit. She swayed then righted herself. “Thank you, Sir.”
“You’re welcome.” He stood before her again. His gaze slid up and down her body. “What’s the card?”
“That’s how I get into the office. I usually keep it in my bra, but since I don’t have one on…” She hesitated. “Would you keep it for me? On your person? It’s very important. I don’t like to have it out of my sight.”
“Of course.” He tucked the card into his front pocket. “Won’t leave here until you ask for it.”
“Thank you.” Relief washed over her. She clasped her hands behind her and widened her stance a bit. Did she measure up? Chilly air caressed her body. Electricity zapped her from within.
“You’re pierced.” He tapped her nipple. “What other surprises do you have?”
“I guess you’ll have to find out when we play.”
Saving His Roar by Megan Slayer
A Sanctuary Story
M/M, Anal Sex
From Resplendence Publishing
Ryan ‘Blaze’ Burden knew his life wasn’t perfect. He’s a stripper at Stiff and a shifter, but he can’t tell anyone about his special ability. The popularity of shifters hasn’t come to Stiff or the town of Sugar Ridge, for that matter. Being a shifter is still frowned upon. Ryan knows he doesn’t fit in, but he does have one bright spot in his life—the mystery man who comes to the club and requests Ryan for private dances. The electricity between them is palpable, but if Ryan makes a move, will the hottie reciprocate?
Delaney Sullivan doesn’t come to Stiff for the ambiance. He’s there for one dancer—Blaze. He senses the shifter within the handsome young man. But Delaney works for the enemy—he’s the campaign manager for the mayor of Sugar Ridge. He doesn’t share the mayor’s desire to outlaw shifters because he’s a panther shifter. Can he get Blaze out of the club? To trust him? Or maybe even to love him?
These opposites certainly attract, but can they find the mutual trust to have a future together?
Available now from Resplendence Publishing
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EXCERPT ©2017 Megan Slayer, All Rights Reserved
“You want me.”
“Yes, I do.” He needed to get through to Blaze. Not everyone wanted to use him. “I’d rather you didn’t dance for me.”
“Christ.” Blaze left Delaney’s lap. “I knew it. You’re trying to get me to quit.”
Shit. Yes, he wanted Blaze out of the business, but it wasn’t because he wanted to save all of the strippers.
“I’m not quitting. I make good money here, and I can keep on the down low. No taxes. Yeah, fuck you.” Blaze growled. “I can’t get my paperwork. I’m not allowed because I can’t document where I came from.”
“Why?” Every shifter had been given the right to gain a driver’s license, a job and a passport. Where Blaze had come from wasn’t an issue.
“No. I’m not doing it. I can’t. Look, tell management, but I can’t do this. I’ll take the hit.” Blaze shook his head again. “I can’t.”
Delaney took money from his pocket. He’d tucked a note between the bills, wanting Blaze to see it later. He pushed the cash into Blaze’s hand. “You’re a good man.”
He should say more but didn’t know what to do. He left his chair and ducked out of the private room. Embarrassment washed over him as he walked out of the club. Being there was dangerous. If someone recognized the head of the mayor’s campaign at a strip club, Delaney would lose his job. He made his way through the private exit and disappeared through the tunnel to the parking garage.
His panther craved Blaze. The big cat sensed Blaze’s confusion. Yes, the cash was good, but something about Blaze screamed that the shifter wanted to be a decent man. Delaney sighed and climbed behind the wheel of his car. Hopefully, Blaze would read the note and take him seriously. Maybe, there was a chance they could find common ground or even a friendship. A relationship was probably out of the question. Too bad, the cat didn’t care. Delaney wished his panther would settle down. There wouldn’t be any claiming tonight, and the panther would have to wait.