Weekly Blogging Challenge with @meganslayer #longandshortreviews #unusual #10things #meganslayer

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This week’s challenge involves 10 unusual things about me. Oh boy. Well… let me see…

  1. I can read upside down and backwards. I honed that skill while teaching school.
  2. I was a school teacher. My students used to try to con me into dying my hair a crazy color. It’s now blue, so I guess they won.
  3. I am a type-A person who had no idea they were type-A. Who knew?
  4. I organized my Stephen King and John Grisham books by publication date.
  5. I organized my other books by author.
  6. I collect Nancy Drew books. The older the better.
  7. I love antique books. Not because of their resale value, but they tend to have little notes written in them. The ones I love the best are written in turn of the century fountain pen.
  8. I’ve walked a 13:16 mile.
  9. I can sing, but I don’t in front of people because I have a low voice.
  10. I speak cat. No really. I had to rescue a kitten from the brier patch next to the house and when I used my cat noises, it helped not only calm him down, but get him out of the briers. It worked.

What about you? What’s something unusual about you?

 

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Catching Cary by @meganslayer #gay #gayromance #zeroohio #smalltown #romance #erotic

Zero, Ohio CARY

Catching Cary

by Megan Slayer

Sometimes giving into fate gets you to the place you most want to be.

 

Cary Hazard walked away from his life as the front man for the band, Cascadia, to embrace a quieter existence in Zero. With no celebrities and no one wanting things from him, he’s happy. He’s also lonely. He wants to find that one special person to warm his nights and love him—tattoos and all. Will he or end up alone again or will the hunk at the Eight Ball bar be his saving grace?

 

Layne Stevens has a past he’s not proud of.  He’s looking for redemption, but not in the hands of a former star. If he can stay in the shadows, he’s happy, but lonely. The man singing at the bar has his full attention. He wants to wrap himself up in the guy’s strong arms. Will he be able to open up and offer his heart or will the truth destroy everything he holds dear? It’s a matter of catching Cary.

 

 

 

 

 

Catching Cary

Zero, Ohio

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00I80UA2C/

Universal Link https://books2read.com/u/me08qE

BN https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/catching-cary-megan-slayer/1118477630?ean=2940148323785

iTunes https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/catching-cary/id815356378?mt=11&ign-mpt=uo%3D4

Kobo https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/catching-cary

Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/405206?ref=draft2digital

 

What the readers are saying:

“Watching these two flirt and find love was sizzling hot.  They have chemistry that just leaps off the pages of this book.  Pretty sure I have singed fingers now.  I like the idea that opposites really can find love and each brings what the other needs to the relationship. I pick up Ms. Slayer’s works for two reasons, she brings me stories that are original and well thought out and she always makes me fall in love and want more. I know I will be looking for more in the Zero, Ohio series in the future. Bring on the man love!” Redz World – Rated 5 shooting stars

 

About the Author:

When she’s not writing the stories in her head, Megan Slayer can be found luxuriating in her hot tub with her two vampire Cabana boys, Luke and Jeremy. She has the tendency to run a tad too far with her muse, so she has to hide in the head of her alter ego, but the boys don’t seem to mind.

 

When she’s not obsessing over her whip collection, she can be found picking up her kidlet from school. She enjoys writing in all genres, but writing about men in love suits her fancy best. The cabana boys are willing to serve, unless she needs them. She always need them. So be nice to Javier or he will bite–on command.

 

She also masquerades under the name Wendi Zwaduk.

 

Contact Details:

 

Website http://wendizwaduk.com/indexMegan.htm

Email: theauthormeganslayer@gmail.com

Facebook:  http://www.facebook.com/theauthormeganslayer

Twitter:  https://twitter.com/#!/MeganSlayer

 

 

Enjoy the following excerpt for CATCHING CARY:

The busboy he’d been ogling moved to the table next to Cary. He plunked the tub down and rested one hand on his hip. “How are you doing on that beer? Your server took off. If you want another, I’ll get it.”

“You’re serving tonight?” Cary finally saw his face. Thick dark lashes framed his hazel eyes. A silver ball decorated the space between his bottom lip and chin. A tiny bit of mahogany-colored hair dusted his cheeks and concentrated on his chin. The man looked young. Like, young enough to be Cary’s son, young. Damn.

“Yeah.” He snorted. “I’m a jack of all trades tonight. My boss, Tyson, called me in to wait tables, but the guy who normally busses quit an hour into the night.”

“Well, since you’re serving, I’ll take a vodka and lime.” Cary nodded once. “Thank you.”

The man smiled, but dipped his head and blocked Cary’s view. When the guy came back with the glass in hand, he winked. “Here you go.” He placed the drink on the table. “You did a good job on that song. This lot wouldn’t know good music if they had it whacked over their heads.”

“You know Cascadia’s stuff?”

“I’ve got the cassette. My older brother passed it down to me. I’m more into harder stuff.”

“Ah.” Cary sipped the drink, liking the burn of the vodka down his throat. The brother passed the cassette down…. Good God.

“The tape broke so I got the CD over at Vintage. Leon hunted it down for me. He’s good at that stuff.” He cleared the empty beer bottles from Cary’s table. “Speaking of Cascadia, you nailed the flourish at the end. Most people can’t do that and kill it when they try.”

“Thanks.” The tips of his ears burned. He knew he’d nailed the flourish, but hearing the words from the younger man pleased him. “Lots of people sing it?”

“Nah.” He shrugged. “Most people tear the currently popular crap apart.” He

picked up the bin. “I’ll be right back. If you need anything, I’m Layne.”

 

@copyright Megan Slayer 2014

Challenges by @MeganSlayer #bdsm #boxset #contemporary #bondage

Challenges Box set by Megan Slayer CHALLENGES

Cover Art: Bryan Keller

BIN: 07802-02517

Genres: BDSMBox SetsGuilty Pleasures (Contemporary)Romance

Themes: Dark DesireVoyeurism and Exhibitionism

Series: Challenges (#8)

Book Length: Box Set

Page Count: 117

 

Price: $4.99   $3.99

 

Seven women. Seven Challenges. What each woman gets is beyond her wildest dreams.

Make Me: A crop, some rope, a sweet little plug — just what she wants, and all she had to say was “Make me.”

Show Me: Calen’s issued a challenge — her naked before the wall of windows in their sixth floor apartment. Will Elisha please her master or walk away forever?

Take Me: Talia wants nothing more than to shirk her duties on the set of her latest movie so she can be with her heartthrob husband. But she never expected him to kidnap her — or did she?

Watch Me: Kacey and Marc’s lives changed the moment the hunk moves in next door. Will they be willing to make all their fantasies reality, or will they have to live with the view through the window?

Film Me: Jinx has been around the world of adult films for more than five years. Leading man Wes Long challenges Jinx for more. He’ll accept nothing less than her total submission — on and off the set.

Capture Me: Dolly makes her living posing for pinup shots. She’s got the look — the tats, the piercings — but she’s not a size two. Some guys love a wicked hot challenge.

Caught Me: Trick’s offered his girl a challenge — simple, easy, and sure to be decadent. He’s going to make her wildest dreams come true.

Publisher’s Note: Challenges (Box Set) contains the previously published novellas Make Me, Show Me, Take Me, Watch Me, Film Me, Capture Me, and Caught Me.

Changeling Press: https://www.changelingpress.com/challenges-box-set-challenges-8-b-2517

Print: https://www.changelingpress.com/challenges-print-edition-challenges-8-b-2708

Universal Link: https://books2read.com/u/b5ORwR

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07BFHJMVY

Print: https://www.amazon.com/Challenges-Megan-Slayer/dp/1980550875/ref=tmm_pap_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&qid=&sr=

BN  https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/challenges-megan-slayer/1124499576?ean=2940159169792

iTunes https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/challenges-box-set/id1360022685?ls=1&mt=11

Kobo https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/challenges-7

 

 

Candlelit Magic by @wendiZwaduk #contemporary #PNR #paranormal #wantonwitches #novella

Candlelit Magic by Wendi Zwaduk CANDLE

Part of the Wanton Witches Collection

Total-E-Bound Publishing

Contemporary, Paranormal, M/F, Anal Sex

Novella

 

Even love witches get the blues.

 

Havan’s magical potions bring couples together and give them the happily ever after of their dreams. Too bad her spells don’t work for her. In Erie View, the townspeople see nothing more than a witch. All she wants is to find that special man to embrace her quirks and love her. Will she be able to accept the blessings of the Goddesses or lose faith in herself?

 

Neil doesn’t believe in magic. It’s trickery for television and movies. No one creates a spell for people to fall in love. Hell, he doesn’t even believe in love. After a string of crappy dates and dead-end romances, he’s through with relationships. But a chance meeting at the grocery store changes his mind. Havan’s nothing like he expects—but is the blue haired witch enough to make him give romance another shot?

 

Available here:

 

Totally Bound – http://www.total-e-bound.com/product.asp?strParents=&CAT_ID=&P_ID=2346

 

Universal Link:           https://books2read.com/u/mg2RYD

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B00G2BUW0E/

BN: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/candlelit-magic-wendi-zwaduk/1117228933?ean=9781781844854

iTunes: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/candlelit-magic/id885501440?mt=11

Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/candlelit-magic-1

Google Play: https://play.google.com/store/books/details?id=HY9PBgAAQBAJ

 

EXCERPT:

 

“I wanted to thank you in person for the candle. It’s very pretty.” He snapped his lips shut. Damn it. He sounded stupid. “I don’t know what I’ll use it for, but they make the house smell nice.” Shit.

She stared at him, but didn’t say anything.

“I suck at small talk.” And apparently trying to sound smooth in front of beautiful women. “What”—Neil picked up a tiny bottle filled with amber liquid—“exactly do you do here? And what is this?”

“I’m a witch.”

Matter-of-fact, no inflection in her voice. Factual and blunt. What would it take to make her smile? Blush? Call out his name when he pumped into her pussy? Oh shit, he needed to get his thoughts away from sex.

He paused a moment to make sure that he’d heard her right. “A witch?”

“Yes, and I make the potions the people in town rave about. I’m not Madame Scarlett and neither is Cian. I thought everyone in town knew, but hey, you might not have. She’s just the name I picked out when my Aunt Siobhan turned the store over to me. Cian likes red, so her hair is red and she lets everyone think she’s Madame.” Havan folded her hands on the glass display case. “I heard you say you wanted something for your sister. I remember her, vaguely. Her then boyfriend came in looking for a love potion. I gave him one and it seems to have worked.”

“Kasen?” The guy had used a love potion? He knew the general story, but to hear Melissa talk, it was love at first sight. The spell or potion or whatever came a lot later.

“Sounds right.” Havan shrugged. “They got what they wanted.”

Well, what do you know? Neil pointed to the bottle with the amber stuff inside. “This? Is this what they used?” He needed to keep her talking.

“Yes.” She wore two rings per hand, each ring set with a huge stone—one in red and one in black. “This one will get you a date and this one will get you forever.” She tapped the top of a black bottle. “Cian claims we have potions for revenge and greed, but they don’t work.”

“Why not?” He picked up one of the black bottles. “If I cast a spell for a negative reason, then that negativity will come back to me threefold. It sucks.” She tucked a lock of darker blue hair behind her ear. A selection of hoop earrings dangled from her ear, starting at the top and following down to her earlobe. “I learnt my lesson a long time ago. Don’t cast what you can’t handle.” For the first time since he’d seen her, she smiled and laughed. “You will totally regret it.”

“I hear you.” Neil gripped the bottle. The more she talked, the more he wanted to listen to her. His cock pushed against his pants and he mashed the bulge into the front of the display case to ease his ache. “My sister already fell in love, so she doesn’t need this. Think it’ll help me?”

Havan sighed. “It will, but you have to accept whoever is chosen. What you want might not be what you get, but she will be the one your heart truly desires.”

Her words stopped him cold. She wasn’t a thing like he expected and she sure as shit wasn’t his type and yet he couldn’t help but want to see her. “I’ll take it and whatever it was your friend went upstairs to find.”

“Oh. Okay.” Havan wrote up the bill on a receipt pad. “Give her a moment.”

“I will.” Neil clutched the bottle tighter. A witch. No wonder the people around town talked ill of Madame Scarlett’s. No one knew what the hell they were dealing with. But Havan didn’t strike him as a witch. No green skin or huge warts. Maybe he’d been watching too much television. The bracelets on her wrist jangled as she wrote.

“I know my sister was being forward, but I’ve got a question.” He wanted to see her again. Had to. “Would you accompany me to my sister’s wedding?”

“What?” Her eyes widened again, displaying the ring of dark blue surrounding her pupils. The lighter blue flecks sparkled. Would she look at him that way during sex? He hoped so. Hoped she’d give him a chance, too.

“Well, you brought them together.” Stupid, stupid. He took one of the business cards and flipped it over, then wrote his phone number and the date of the wedding. “My name is Neil and I know this is a shitty way to ask you out, but I really am drawn to you.” He slid the card to her. “No strings, but if you’d like to go with me, I’d love to see you.”

@Copyright Wendi Zwaduk 2013

Blue Satin by @meganslayer #contemporary #romance #bdsm #bdsmromance #bondage #meganslayer

Blue Satin by Megan Slayer BLUE

Club Desire, book 7

SuperNova Indie Publishing

Contemporary, M/F, BDSM, Spanking, Fetish, Wax Play, Toys, Anal Sex

 

Get your rocks off however you want at Club Desire. We’re not easy and we’re not free, but we are discreet. Find your fantasy in the Club.

Two souls can heal with the right amount of heat and kink…in or out of the club.

Can old wounds really be healed? Meghan Stone isn’t sure. She’s at Club Desire at the urging of her agent. As a writer, she needs to add grit to her stories—grit that can only be acquired at Desire. When Meghan spots the handsome man in the suit, she’s smitten. After a conversation with him, she’s taken by him. But will the sexy man want more than conversation when he learns about her motivations and past?

James Richards comes to Club Desire to forget his own past.  He wants a sub and a lover, but as far as he’s concerned, that person doesn’t exist—until he meets Meghan. She awakens needs he thought had been long buried. Once he sees her, he wants to possess her. But a sub and a life-long love aren’t always easy to find, especially in the same person. Will she be the one he’s searched for or another face in the crowd?

 

 

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

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07HYYK7ZF/

BN: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/blue-satin-megan-slayer/1129685833?ean=2940161569887

iTunes: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/blue-satin/id1438054594?mt=11&ign-mpt=uo%3D4

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

Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/blue-satin-2

 

EXCERPT:

©Wendi Zwaduk, 2019, All Rights Reserved

“Aren’t sure about the club?” He nodded to the front door. “You look like a scared rabbit.”

“I’m uneasy,” she confessed.

“I assume this is your first time.” The man strode up to her. He extended his hand. “My name is James Richards. I’ve been here on many occasions. You’ll be fine.”

“I don’t know.” She wasn’t sure about the club, but the more he spoke, the more she longed to hear his accent. Was it a British accent? European? She wasn’t sure.

“Why don’t we go inside? The receptionist will certainly answer any questions. She can even set up a tour so you’re not so worried.” He slipped her hand into his. “You’ll be safe.”

Christ. She trembled. From his touch? Or the situation? “You sound so sure.”

“And you don’t.” James nodded to the door. “They won’t hold you if you go into the foyer. There are benches. Why don’t we go in and talk? If you’re still not sure, you can leave whenever you choose.”

She could debate her situation or at least visit the inside of the club.  Meg sighed. “Sure.”

“Sure?” He tipped his head and grinned. “Is that a yes?”

“It is.”

“Wonderful.” James led her into the club. Unlike the stark concrete outside, the foyer had been decorated in rich burgundy on the walls and thick black carpeting on the floor. The benches featured a gold line of cording at the edges. When he gestured to one of the benches, she perched on the plush cushion.

She glanced over at the receptionist window. Instead of a person behind the glass, she didn’t see anyone. “Who do you talk to?”

“To get in?” James pointed to the main door. “Once you’re a member, you have a card. You swipe and come right in. There’s a sensor that alerts the security if someone tries to slip in.”

“Oh.”

James crossed the room to the window. A woman appeared. Her bright blue hair shone in the overhead light. She swiped her gaze over to Meg, then handed James an object. Neither of them spoke to Meg, bringing back a bit of her discomfort. After a moment, James turned on his heel and headed to where Meg sat.

“This is the tablet to get you started.” He offered the electronic device. “If you want, I’ll help you.”

“Thanks.” Meg turned the tablet around and swiped her index finger across the screen. “Okay…personal information. Didn’t I fill this in when I registered online?” She turned the device away from James and inputted the needed info. Why give him details when she barely knew him? She probably wouldn’t see him again once they went into the actual club. “I’m on the health history page.”

“That’s important. They owners insist on keeping the place safe.” James leaned back in his seat and crossed his legs. He had such grace when he moved. Everything he did seemed planned out and meant to impress.

She filled in the information, then swiped her finger to change the page. “Kinks,” she blurted. “Well, they do get right down to the point, don’t they?” She could’ve sworn she’d filled the information out online…

“The owners do their best to pair you up with the dom who will best meet your needs. If you’re a dominant, then they’ll find a sub for you.” James smiled.

“You seem to know a lot. Are you an owner?”

“No,” he said. “What are your kinks? No one here will judge you.”

She stared at the list. Spanking, bondage, pain play, anal sex, whipping, blood play and many more. She flexed her fingers. “I—Are you sure no one will judge?” What would the others say if they found out she liked exhibitionism and to be spanked?

“They won’t. Promise.”

“Okay.” She nodded and ticked off the boxes. Her hands shook as she inputted the rest of the information. On the last page, she added the reference number she’d been given from Annalise. A new page popped up.

“Thank you. We’ll match you up with your preferred play partner soon,” she said, reading out loud. She turned her attention to James. “How long is soon?”

“Won’t be more than ten minutes or so.” James stretched his arm across the back of the bench. “You still seem apprehensive. What kink are you worried about?”

“You can tell, huh?” She clasped the tablet on her lap. “It’s that obvious?”

“I’m observant and I was once in your shoes. This is rather overwhelming.” He waved his fingers. “A club where people have other people strap them down and such. My mind went in a thousand directions and none of them were correct. If I can help you, I will.”

 

Her Man by @wendiZwaduk #contemporary #romance #novel #erotic

Her Man by Wendi Zwaduk  HER

M/F

Super Novel – 80,000 words

Totally Bound

 

The love of her life isn’t the man she expects but he just might be the man she never saw coming.

Cass Jensen writes hot books and likes her life as an author. She’s got the material things she desires, good friends and a side career singing with the band. What more could she ask for? A sexy man to warm her bed during the chilly Ohio nights—that’s what she wants. Someone to make her blood sizzle and her heart race. She heads to California to help cast the movie being made from one of her books. She’s not interested in dating another actor, but what if the man she needs is on the other side of the audition table?

Logan Malone is known as one of the biggest playboys in all of Hollywood. He’s rumoured to be dating half the single ladies in town and romancing the other half. There’s only one problem—Logan doesn’t want to be the player any longer. He wants a strong career and an even stronger woman in his life. When he meets Cass, he knows she’s the one he’s been looking for. But Cass comes with her own complications. Can he handle being her man or will the glare of the media be too much for them to handle as a couple?

He’s about to find out just how hard he’ll have to work in order to be her man, but he’s up for the job…

 

Available now from Totally Bound

Ebook: https://www.totallybound.com/book/her-man
Print: https://www.totallybound.com/book/her-man-print

Google Play: https://play.google.com/store/books/details?id=ZKQ3DAAAQBAJ

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01G5GWYNI/

Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/her-man-3

BN: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/her-man-wendi-zwaduk/1123850220?ean=9781786510471

iTunes:  https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/her-man/id1116763489?mt=11

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

 

EXCERPT:

©Wendi Zwaduk, 2016, All Rights Reserved

 

“How about I just pass the audition, huh?”

He spotted the women at the table and pasted on his most wicked smile. His voice caught in his throat and a ripple of excitement ran the length of his spine at the sight of his audience. The writer? Was she really there? Or did she moonlight as a screenwriter? Maybe a friend of the producers? Oh, my, my, my.

Nikita gestured to the table. “I’d like to introduce the heads of this production. This is Maggie Bowles, our associate producer.” She shrugged a shoulder to the woman on the right. “And this is the writer, Cass Jensen.”

Logan forced a nod. Maggie had worked on Break and co-directed Maia, both mega box office hits. She had a reputation for fairness and impartiality with her actors and crew. But the other woman—oh man. He blinked. Cass Jensen penned Wrong Turn, Slingshot and toyed with his fantasies from the safety of a black and white photo. Crossbeam Studios had translated three of her earlier novels into box office hits. Now she sat across the room, in living color and completely unaware of his innermost desires.

Had the heat just kicked on? He licked his lips. Something had happened and not just between his legs.

It seemed as if everyone else in the cavernous conference room had evaporated except him and Cass. She wasn’t his normal blonde model-type, quite the opposite. She had curves and porcelain skin. Her dark chocolate-colored hair glittered slightly under the harsh glare of the fluorescent lighting, and she brushed the silky strands off her face, revealing her lack of a wedding ring.

Score!

Her mouth curled into a faint smile, accompanying the sparkle in her startling blue-gray eyes. Color rushed into her pale cheeks.

Oh man.

Logan’s eyes slipped greedily over her body. Would she flush during sex? The light scent of her perfume muddled his brain. Lilac? Rose? Whatever it was, it was enticing. Logan swallowed hard. Tightness invaded his chest. Such a rapid reaction to a woman knocked him for a complete loop. Cass was the kind of woman who ended up being a cherished lover, not a plaything. He glanced at her once more. His throat went dry. Damn, if she blushed too much longer, he’d be in trouble. If he got time alone with her, he’d be a goner. How would her hands feel gliding along his body? Heaven, probably.

 

#Evernighties Post 4-11-2019 @meganslayer #blogchallenge #reviews #meganslayer #evernightpub #learning

week 15

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This week’s topic involves celebration. Namely, how I celebrate the completion of a manuscript. This is a little odd for me. I don’t celebrate, per se. I don’t. I guess I’m strange.

I would like to think I celebrate, but the truth is, I don’t. I just finish and plow onto the next one. I do have one quirk at the end of each manuscript. I don’t know if it’s a celebration or a way to mark that it’s the end.

I like to write in my notebooks. I write most every story out in first draft form in long hand. Yep. I do. I’ve got  boxes and boxes of notebooks. I can’t just start at the computer and the story comes. I also can’t plot a story via outlines. I’ve tried. It doesn’t work. I have to write the whole thing down, no matter how clunky or messy, then add it to the computer to smooth it out.

So that quirk… at the end of each story, but only in my notebooks, I have to write this:

~ FIN ~

I don’t really know why. It’s just a quirk and it’s mine.

What about you? How do you celebrate? 🙂