Friday Flirt ~ Saturday Night Special by @WendiZwaduk #racing #excerpt #mf #femdom #erotic #romance @MeganSlayer


Saturday Night Special by Wendi Zwaduk Saturday Night Special Cover 2

Scarred Hearts, #2

Publisher: Megan Slayer


She makes his motor run.

Blaine Haeferle drives fast and lives on the edge. He’s not afraid to risk it all for the win—unless his heart is in the mix. He loved once, but things ended in disaster. Can he accept the woman who holds his heart, despite all their jagged past?

Mallory Sweet never intended to leave Blaine without a word. But one night changed everything for her. Instead of facing her past, she ran. Is coming to terms with her past the key to winning the love of her life back?

Anything can happen on a Saturday night under the lights.


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©Wendi Zwaduk, 2016, All Rights Reserved

Mallory stilled his hand. “I saw you race. You did well.”

Her touch sparked the feelings he’d long since buried. So much for getting over her. “I had motivation.” Her picture in his pocket and the memories of her on his heart.

Her cheeks paled and her eyes widened. “Motivation?” Her brows knotted. “I see.” She straightened her blouse. “Well, good luck tonight.”

Blaine took a step back. Something happened between them, but fuck if he understood what. “Don’t tell me you came here for small talk. You hate making conversation for the sake of wasting time. What’s going on?” He touched her cheek. “You aren’t even smiling. What’s wrong?”

Her shoulders sagged and a tear slipped down her cheek. The old feelings rushed back into his heart. The longing, the need, wanting to fuck her until she screamed–God, he had it bad for her. He gathered her into his arms and stroked her hair. “Tell me who hurt you. I’ll make it right.”

Mallory stared up at him. “No one hurt me.” She wiped her face with the back of her hand, smearing her mascara. Instead of scrambling for a tissue to fix the damage, she continued staring at him. “I had a plan when I came here. And now it’s all fucked up. I lost my nerve.”

“Oh?” He brushed a lock of her hair off her forehead. “Why is that? What was your plan?”

“This.” She threaded her arms around his neck and bounced on her toes to meet him for a kiss.

The blood rushed from his brain to his groin. He closed his eyes. She still tasted like honey and lemon. He swept his tongue over her lips and moaned when she gave him passage. He tangled his tongue with hers and held her tight to his chest. So soft and strong in his arms. Her light whimpers and the scratch of her nails on his back added to his pleasure. He drifted away, lost in the kiss, drunk on her and in total bliss. If he had more time, he’d throw her over his shoulder and take her into the camper bay of the hauler to have his way with her.

“Thought I’d find you here.”

Blaine opened his eyes. Mallory hadn’t broken the kiss. She mirrored his surprise. She slipped away from him and swiped her tongue across her bottom lip. Blaine held onto her and turned his attention to the interloper.

Well, shit.


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Sweet in His Arms by Megan Slayer Sweet in His Arms Cover New

Scarred Hearts, #4

Contemporary Erotic Romance


M/M, anal Sex, Masturbation



Rubbin’ is racin’, especially if it’s done with a little sweetness, a little heat and the right man.


Ryan Dane always knew where his heart was—in racing. He loves the sights, smells and sounds of a well-tuned engine humming beneath him. He’s also sure about his sexuality, but the one man he’s always crushed on hasn’t been interested.


Until now.


Gage Bell considered Ryan the one that got away—except he never pursued Ryan in the first place. He’s done trying to ignore the way Ryan makes him feel, and an incident on the track has given him the right incentive to find the sweetness he’s always known was in Ryan’s arms.


If Ryan will give him an inch and let him take the wheel, Gage is ready to rub the right man over and over again.


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©Megan Slayer, 2016, All Rights Reserved


Damn. Being with Gage was only a dream. He scrubbed both hands over his face and grunted. So much for sleeping. He noticed the time on the digital clock. Nine a.m. Shit. He’d missed chores. Now, he knew what the buzzing was—the doorbell. He climbed out of bed and raked his fingers through his hair. He still had the same clothes on from the night before. Duh. He hadn’t stripped before he collapsed. He’d been lucky to remember to kick off his shoes and socks before he snuggled under the blankets.

He trudged barefoot through the house to the front door. If his father was there because Ryan had missed chores, then Dennis would’ve been standing in the middle of the living room or would’ve barged into Ryan’s bedroom. Anyone else who knew Ryan wouldn’t have shown up so early. The day after races he was just about worthless unless he got a decent night of sleep. He groaned. He’d deal with the person at the door, then head back to bed for another couple of hours of sleep.

He grasped the door handle and opened it wide. Instead of his father on the stoop, Gage waited on the small porch.

“Gage?” Ryan snapped to attention. Now, he wished he’d have changed his clothes or at least brushed his teeth. “Can I help you?”

He drank in the image of his guest. The faded jeans hung low on Gage’s hips and the T-shirt stretched tight across his broad chest. His nipples beaded beneath the cotton. He’d cut his sandy blond hair since the night before, and the shorter cut brought out the shape of his brown eyes and chiseled chin. If Ryan wasn’t mistaken, Gage had shaved, too.

Ryan bit back another groan and gripped the doorframe. He longed to run his hands over that chest and to feel Gage beside him when he slept. No, he wanted to sink his cock into Gage’s ass and to experience him as anything but a friend. His cock thickened behind his zipper. No amount of adjusting would take the pressure off and besides, if he touched himself, he’d make the situation worse. Once Gage left, he’d have to rub one off.

God, he had it bad for Gage Bell.

Gage bowed his head, and his voice dropped an octave. “Can we talk?” His shoulders slouched, and he didn’t look Ryan in the eye.

Ryan gripped the handle to the screen door. Did he trust his former high school classmate and current racing competitor? From his head to his toes, heat surged within him. Maybe he was crazy from the restless sleep, but he wanted Gage in his home.