Cuffed by @meganslayer #agegap #hotread #bdsm #contemporary #romance @changelingpress

Cuffed by Megan Slayer

Black Velvet Society, Book 2

Changeling Press

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


Guarding her is the easy part. Not falling in love with her… impossible.

Molly Reynolds has the world at her fingertips. Her father is one of the biggest motion picture directors in Hollywood. She’s seen at the biggest parties and has shown up in the hottest magazines across the globe. But being famous doesn’t guarantee she’ll find love or the perfect partner to submit to.

Enter Black Velvet Society.

She’ll get what she wants… in every sexy way imaginable.

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Cuffed (Black Velvet Society)
Megan Slayer
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Copyright ©2014 Megan Slayer

“What Daddy doesn’t know won’t hurt him.” Molly Reynolds logged into her account at and scanned the open playrooms. She’d been a frequent visitor to the site for almost a year. Since her father was the biggest director in Hollywood, she couldn’t do much in public without grabbing attention. It also limited who she could see and be seen doing. One whiff of her participating in anything having to do with the BDSM scene, and her father would have a fit. The media would have a field day with the news.

What would people say if they found out she had a fantasy involving being arrested by a very hunky cop and being strip-searched? She pressed her knees together. Her skin sizzled and her pussy creamed. He’d have to use the handcuffs on her and spank her for being insubordinate. Maybe use a few toys to get her to confess to her crime and isolation to make sure she learned her lesson. She knew just what man she wanted as her cop.


She’d never spoken to him in person, but their chats steamed up her computer. He understood her needs and wants. When she masturbated, he was the mental picture she used — dark hair cut close to his head, aviator sunglasses, and a chiseled jaw with just the right amount of scruff to abrade her inner thighs. Then there was the smug expression. His arms were covered with tattoos. Three thin hoops dangled from one earlobe. She couldn’t see the other ear in any of his pictures.

She fanned herself. He could sneer at her any day. Night after night, she turned to him for satisfaction. Hell, if it was possible to fall in love with a person in a chat room… she’d started to fall head over heels for him. She tried to ignore the niggling feeling he couldn’t feel the same way about her. Maybe this time would be different.

The name on his particular playroom, Dark Hall, wasn’t lit up. She drummed her fingers on the desktop. The more they chatted, the more she’d come to want to meet him in real life. She depended on him.

“Where are you when I need you?” She almost said “for a good fuck” but she wanted more from him than just sex. Sure, she wanted sex. Oral, anal… in her pussy — she didn’t care.

Just as she was about to log out, his playroom sign illuminated. “Yes,” she said to herself. She clicked on the door to the room and entered. FloggerDom30 was the only name there.

BabyDoll2310: May I enter your room, Sir?

She curled up tight in her chair. One of his rules when they played was obedience. The other was manners. She wanted to please him.

FloggerDom30: Yes, you may.

BabyDoll2310: Thank you, Sir. I’m wearing my bra and panties, Sir. Nothing else. I haven’t played with myself in two days.

FloggerDom30: Very good, little one. You please me. Do you wish to play?

BabyDoll2310: I do, Sir. Thank you, Sir.

FloggerDom30: Remove your bra and pinch your nipples. Pretend your hands are mine on your body. Tell me how you feel.

She shivered. This was what she lived for, his virtual hands and his direction telling her what to do. She popped the front clasp on her bra and shrugged out of the flimsy garment. Part of her wished he’d ask for a video chat. She wanted to perform for him. The cool air in her bedroom wrapped around her body, providing a nice contrast to the warmth in her veins. She pinched her nipples, rolling the tight bundles of nerves in her fingertips. A gasp escaped her lips. She closed her eyes and imagined her Flogger Dom caressing her.

The ping of the chat interrupted her quick fantasy. She snapped her eyes open and read what he’d written.

FloggerDom30: Does touching yourself feel good?

BabyDoll2310: It does, Sir. Thank you, Sir. I’d rather you really touched me.

She’d been bold to say exactly what she wanted. Most of the Doms she’d been in contact with either wanted the full attention of their sub or wanted to stay hands off. She never understood the hands-off part, except maybe they wanted the fantasy of the chat without the emotional reality. Part of her liked the dirty chats. The rest of her wanted him to be there touching her, ordering her…

Naughty & Sweet goes on tour with @meganslayer #romance #hot @changelingpress #tour @goddessfish

I’m taking Naughty & Sweet on Tour. Why don’t you come along with me? It’ll be fun. It’s sponsored by Goddess Fish and the whole tour can be found here: Also, Megan Slayer will be awarding a Prize Pack featuring a necklace made by the author (US only) to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour.

Here’s where I’m stopping today!

1: Girl with Pen
2: Lynn’s Romance Enthusiasm
3: Notes From a Romantic’s Heart
4: Author Deborah A. Bailey Blog
5: Books all things paranormal and romance
6: books are love
7: Cover To Cover Cafe

Naughty & Sweet goes on tour with @meganslayer #romance #hot @changelingpress #tour @goddessfish

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I’m taking Naughty & Sweet on Tour. Why don’t you come along with me? It’ll be fun. It’s sponsored by Goddess Fish and the whole tour can be found here: Also, Megan Slayer will be awarding a Prize Pack featuring a necklace made by the author (US only) to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour.

Here’s where I’m stopping today!

1: Iron Canuck Reviews & More
2: The Key Of Love
3: Inside the Insanity
4: The Obsessed Reader
5: The Salty Nomad

Naughty & Sweet goes on tour with @meganslayer #romance #hot @changelingpress #tour @goddessfish

I’m taking Naughty & Sweet on Tour. Why don’t you come along with me? It’ll be fun. It’s sponsored by Goddess Fish and the whole tour can be found here:

Here’s where I’m stopping at today:

1: Fabulous and Brunette
2: underneath the covers
3: Romance Novel Giveaways
4: Words of Wisdom from The Scarf Princess
5: It’s Raining Books
6: The Faerie Review
7: Read book. Repeat.

Naughty & Sweet goes on tour with @meganslayer #romance #hot @changelingpress #tour @goddessfish

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I’m taking Naughty & Sweet on Tour. Why don’t you come along with me? It’ll be fun. It’s sponsored by Goddess Fish and the whole tour can be found here: Also, Megan Slayer will be awarding a Prize Pack featuring a necklace made by the author (US only) to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour.

Here’s where I’m stopping today:

1: Books to Light Your Fire
2: Straight From the Library
3: The Avid Reader
4: Sadie’s Spotlight
5: Stormy Nights Reviewing & Bloggin’
6: Author C.A.Milson
7: Erotica For All

Shattered by @meganslayer #romance #historical #gay #gayromance #pnr @changelingpress

Shattered by Megan Slayer

Start Me Up series

Set in Stone Series

Changeling Press

Recent Historical, (1979-80), Paranormal, Sci-Fi/Fantasy

M/M, Anal Sex, Masturbation

Short Story (20,000 words)

Could dying truly be the way to living your best life?

Danny Todd thought he had it all — the life, the job and the perfect partner in Eric. But every relationship has its struggles. Eric knows the dark spots in Danny’s past. He knows everything about him. Danny doesn’t want to split, but the romance has hit a rough stretch.

In the summer of 1980, the worst happens. Eric is the victim of a random shooting. He knows there’s one way he can to get back to Danny, but it’s risky. If he can return, as a robot, he knows he can fix their relationship and make it stronger.

But Danny doesn’t believe in magic… not yet.

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Eric rubbed his forehead. Danny didn’t want to discuss anything metaphysical, anything paranormal… none of it. He didn’t believe. The tips of Eric’s ears heated, and his skin itched. He hated when Danny got irritated in front of their friends. He loved Danny more than anything, but sometimes the guy wouldn’t listen.

“It wasn’t bullshit,” Steve said. He lowered his voice. “The cancer was real. You saw me cough up blood. You saw the sores. I didn’t make that up.”

“I know.” Eric sighed. He waited for Danny to duck into the bathroom. “But he doesn’t think you came back.”

“He wouldn’t believe Bob, either.” Chris leaned back in his seat. “I didn’t believe. I mean, I got a letter and couldn’t open it right away. It hurt too much to lose Steve and when I finally read the letter, I didn’t think it was real. I mean, Jesus. The letter seemed to be from Steve and telling me to go to a shop. Then I go there and there’s a robot that looks just like Steve. It was uncanny.”

“How did you know it was him?” Eric needed to know everything. The concept of reincarnation fascinated him.

“I just did.” Chris shrugged. “It’s hard to explain. He knew things someone reading about me wouldn’t know. He had the mole on his ribs, the scar on his hip… He knew where to touch me. As much as I wanted to think it was, as Danny said, bullshit, my heart knew better.”

“Is that how it all came together?” Eric asked.

“It’s a spell. By falling in love with me, like he’d been before, he broke the spell and allowed me to live again,” Steve said. “I don’t suggest going through the spell a bunch of times or trying to die to have it enacted, but it gave us the second chance we needed.”

“Cancer didn’t win.” Chris patted Steve’s thigh. “We did.”

“God.” Danny strode back into the room. “Too mushy and a load of crap. Spells don’t exist and neither does reincarnation.”

“You don’t mean you wouldn’t want to come back if you died?” Steve asked. “You wouldn’t want a second chance to be everything you’re not right now?”

“No because it’s not something that happens.” Danny sat beside him again. “People don’t come back, and robots don’t turn into people. This isn’t Pinocchio.”

Eric toyed with his wine glass. “Sorry.” Embarrassment threatened to swallow him whole. Danny didn’t open up often, especially if something scared him, and that left Eric to clean up the mess when Danny spoke his mind.

“We need to go. I’ve got work in the morning,” Danny said. “If I don’t show up at the gym, then the kids won’t have anyone to monitor their basketball games.”

Eric finished his wine, then stood. “Can I take these to the kitchen for you?” He scooped up his glass and Danny’s, then nodded to the adjacent room.

“Sure.” Chris stood. He rubbed his hands on his jeans legs, then followed Eric into the kitchen.

Eric rinsed the glasses in the sink. “Thanks for the conversation this evening. I enjoyed myself.”

“Welcome,” Chris said. “I know it seems farfetched and hard to believe. But if something happens to Danny or you and you want to come back, consider Start Me Up.”

Christmas Glow by @MeganSlayer #contemporary #romance #pnr #magical #glowband @changelingpress

Christmas Glow by Megan Slayer

Santa’s Helpers

Changeling Press

Short Story


Paranormal, Contemporary, Holiday

One concert changed her mind, but can one night truly change her life?

Pixie Elf’s days of designing punk teddy bears just isn’t cutting it. She wants more, including the sexy radio jockey she met at a Glow concert. That is, if he’s up for grabs.

 Nitro Hicks loves playing the latest rock tunes, but he can’t get a certain elf off his mind. Does he have what it takes to rock her world for the long haul?

 Magic happens in the Christmas Glow.

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“What’s up?” Mrs. Claus perched on Santa’s knee. “This has got to be relationship stuff. You never ask me for help with the production floor.”

“Later. I’ve got some ideas I want to… send your way.” He wriggled his brows.

Pixie groaned again. If she didn’t think gagging would jeopardize her wish, she might have done that, too.

“We’re embarrassing Pix.” Mrs. Claus giggled. “Male or female?”

“A man, I believe.” Santa tapped the keys on his computer. “Looks like a Nitro Hicks. What a name… Nitro? You’ve got a thing for a guy named Nitro?”

“Why don’t you check on the run of tricycles?” Mrs. Claus stood. “They’ve been a little slow down there.”

Santa’s shoulders dropped. “Fine.” He climbed out of his chair. “But I’ll remember this later.”

“You’d better.” Mrs. Claus took his vacated seat and waited until he left the room to speak. “You and Nitro, aka Nolan Hicks. Hot and heavy? Spit it out with all the details.”

Pixie always had liked Mrs. Claus’s no-nonsense style. “It’s like this. We met at the concert, but I’m shy. He spoke first and made me feel like I belonged there. We talked, laughed, and shared some secrets. I mentioned I might want something more than what I have here in the North Pole. He drove me to the airport. We kissed, talked, and had to go our separate ways. Thrilling.”

“He’s easy on the eyes, I’ll agree, and if he kisses the way he looks then, yes, it was probably thrilling. What did he say when he found out about the elf thing?”

“Cleveland was cold like the North Pole. He could dig the chill.”

“Cute on all accounts.”

“We’ve chatted and Skyped since the concert. Lots of times.” She wasn’t about to admit to how hot the chat sessions got. “I’m scared I’m really putting myself out there, but I have to give it a chance.”

Mrs. Claus clicked the mouse and fiddled on the computer. “I can tell you this much. Your Casanova has been on the naughty list since he was two. He’s a pistol.”

@ copyright Megan Slayer 2013

Lily by @meganslayer #menage #romance #PNR #Contemporary #foreverwicked @changelingpress

Lily (Forever Wicked) by Megan Slayer

Number in Series: 13

BIN: 06512-02094

Word Count: 12K

Page Count: 44

Price: $3.99

Release Date: August 9, 2013

Editor: Katriena Knights

Cover Artist: Marteeka Karland

Genres: Erotic Romance, Novella, Paranormal, BDSM

Themes: Menage, Magic, Voyeurism

John and Michael never forgot how much they cared about their sub, Tiger Lily. She’s the one for them and they love playing with her. Now they’re ready to offer her their collar. No more waiting, they’re ready.

But is she?

Tiger Lily wants both her masters, but she’s convinced they want a toy, not a full time sub. She decides to test them and makes them prove their devotion to her. It’s a risky game of swapped control, but if things work out the way she plans, they’ll all end up satisfied.

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John crept into the massive room. Water splashed from the massive waterfall in the corner, and the sound of laughter from the mermaids filled the air. A couple of seahorse men chatted with the mermaids — no doubt trying to hook up. He scoped out the scene for his girl. If he were hurting and lost, where would he go?

After a moment, he spotted her. He’d know the light brown shift dress and gorgeous tanned legs anywhere. She perched on the plank sticking out of the side of the ship. Damn her lack of fear. He hated heights but rescuing her from the plank meant dealing with his fears. Screw it. She mattered too much.

John climbed the main ladder to the ship and crossed the main deck. He sat on the railing.

“My pet likes water play? Or to play with heights?” He forced himself to sound angry and relieved. She loved when he used his commanding voice. “I should punish you for running away.”

Her shoulder edged up in a tiny shrug, but she didn’t look at him. She kicked her feet, and the delicate bells around her ankle dinged.

“Excuse me? Is that how you address me?” He stood at his full height and cleared his voice. “Lily?”

She jerked around and glanced over her shoulder. “I’m sorry.” She stood, then crept past him. The blue and green beads in her hair sparkled in the light. “Sir? May I speak freely?”

“I expect you to.” He crooked his fingers under her chin. “Why did you do this?”

Lily sighed. “I wanted you to find me.”

“I did. Always will.”

“Will you, really?” Her dark eyes shone with unshed tears. “You left me for three weeks. No calls, texts, nothing. Then you trained another sub? Really? For what? To teach me a lesson?” She folded her arms and stomped past him to the staircase leading to the ground floor. “Maybe I don’t want you any longer.”

Okay, enough theatrics. John snagged her in his arms and carried her to the seclusion of the staircase. He stopped on the first landing and placed her on the overstuffed bench. “One person holds my heart. One. What I did with Michael to help out Tansy had nothing to do with how I feel about you. She asked for help with an unruly sub. We did, with no sexual contact with that sub.” He knelt before her. “You are within your rights to be upset with us. We should’ve said something to you, and I’m sorry we didn’t. What would you like us to do to make this up to you?”

“You should’ve, and I do have an idea.” She held her head high and a lock of her hair, bound in beads and braids, slipped over her shoulder. “Switched control. Are you willing?”

Perfect Cadence by @meganslayer #mermen #gay #gayromance #PNR #merman @changelingpress

Perfect Cadence by Megan Slayer           

A Forever Wicked Story

Contemporary, Paranormal, Sci-Fi/Fantasy

M/M, Anal Sex, Masturbation

From Changeling Press

Art by Karen Fox

Love with a mer-shifter isn’t impossible, but things could get tricky, unless there’s faith.

Sam Rowlands wants a partner in his life. Someone who loves him through thick and thin. He knows what he wants — his roommate. Can he convince Gael to give him a chance?

Gael isn’t an average guy — he’s a mer-shifter. He’s got the ability to walk on land and swim in the sea with ease. He escaped life in the water and found solace with Sam. But Sam doesn’t know the truth. Will he get his man and the life he wants, or will he scare Sam away before they find the love they deserve?

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“Andrew wanted to be with an influencer. He thought you would get him into a cool party or two and snag him free stuff. He wanted to use you — nothing else.”

“I know, and I did those things.” He cringed, thinking about the free shit he’d brought home to Andrew and the parties he’d allowed Andrew to attend as his plus one.

“And when the opportunities dried up?”

“He left with Stephen.”


Maurice didn’t have to be so correct. “Thanks.” Sam sagged in his office chair. “I feel so much better.”

“You should. You deserve better than that crumb.” Maurice shrugged. “I never liked Andrew.”

He fought the urge to roll his eyes. “Of course you hate him. You were in a great relationship with Lamar when I was with Andrew. You wanted to be the happy one — not me.”

“Wrong.” Maurice waved his hand. “Lamar isn’t a person, and he wasn’t a good match for me.” He stood. “I need to show you something.”

“What? I’ve seen your dick.” Sam remained seated. “What is it?”

“You loved seeing my cock, but no.” Maurice dragged Sam to his feet. “Keys?”

“Are we going somewhere?” He should get his column and blog posts done.

“Yes. Leave your phone and stuff. We won’t need them, and I’ve got the keys.” Maurice practically danced out of the room. “I’ve wanted to show you this for ages.”

“It’s not your dick?” He allowed Maurice to drag him out of his office, then through their shared condominium to the back patio. “Are we going to the beach?” He wasn’t dressed for an afternoon in the sun. “Maurice.”

“Just trust me. It’s the answer to your issues and the change you need.” Maurice hustled them down to the sandy shoreline. “Besides, you need to see this.”

“Okay.” Whatever. “What is it?”

Maurice tugged the green shell he always carried from his pocket and deposited the keys inside. He draped the shell around his neck. “So.” His green eyes glittered. “I always talk about La Mer. You think it’s Lamar, but it’s La. Mer. This is La Mer.” He gestured to Lake Erie. “The sea.”

“It’s the lake, not the sea.” Big deal. He’d seen Lake Erie every day from the kitchen window in the condo.

“Yeah, but to me it’s more.” Maurice whipped his shirt over his head. “I’m not just a musician or a drag queen.” He chucked his shorts and stepped up to the edge of the water. “Sam, I’m from La Mer.”

“I don’t know what you’re doing, but you’re going to get arrested if anyone sees you down here naked. Why are you acting like this?” He shook his head. “Maurice.”

“You don’t get it.” Maurice bowed his head and tumbled into the lake. The splash obscured Sam’s vision for a moment. When Maurice surfaced, he shook his head and sent water droplets in every direction. He paddled and grinned. “See?”

“I do. I didn’t know you wanted to go swimming.” He plopped down in the sand. “I’ll watch.”


“I don’t want to swim.” Maurice usually didn’t act this thickheaded.

“Ugh.” Maurice crawled out of the water.

“Why aren’t you walking? Did you cut your foot on the rocks? I told you they’re jagged through here.” He hadn’t seen Maurice injure himself. “Hey.”

Maurice left the water and settled next to Sam. Instead of his legs, a fish tail and fins had taken their place. His lower half shimmered with deep green scales and sparkles. A thin trail of green hair trailed from his navel to the upper swell of his tail. His muscles seemed more defined, but his cock was obscured. Maurice beamed. “I’ve wanted to show you this for so long.”

“I’m confused. That’s a great costume, but how did you keep it on in the water?” He stared at Maurice. His hair had tinged green and his eyes glittered. Even his facial hair had a bit of green woven in.

“Feels good to be myself.” Maurice flopped his tail in the sand. “I needed to get back to the water.”

“Right. Everyone needs to be in the water.” Maurice was so matter-of-fact. He’d stunned Sam into the ridiculous reply, but what else was he supposed to say? “I’m sorry. What’s happening? You’re punking me, right? This is a huge joke.”

The genuine hurt in Maurice’s eyes bothered Sam. “Why would I joke about this?” Maurice asked.

Sam sagged in the sand. “I’m confused. What’s going on here?”

“I’m a merman.”

Naughty and Sweet by @meganslayer #romance #malachibrothers #hot #mafia @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?

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?”