Read more about the Roosters, plus my book, Innocent and Sweet, right here: https://www.changelingpress.com/roosters-s-513
Read more about the Roosters, plus my book, Innocent and Sweet, right here: https://www.changelingpress.com/roosters-s-513
Cover Art: Bryan Keller
Series: Roosters (#2)
Book Length: Novella
Page Count: 85
Ryker: After 20 years in the military, I find myself doing my dad’s dirty work. But as the “prince” of the Hades Abyss MC, it’s expected of me. Doing a little recon in a small Alabama town should have been boring as shit, until the hot little minx I met at a bar turned my life upside down. Women always fall at my feet, but this one was different. If I’d known she was a virgin, I might have backed away, but now that I’ve had a taste I just want to keep coming back for more. Little did I realize that I’d just fucked the sister of a Dixie Reaper, and my life was about to become all kinds of complicated. I had to wonder… had she fucked me because she wanted me? Or was it all some kind of setup?
Laken: My big brother Flicker is always ruining my fun, keeping the guys away from me, so when I finally get a chance for a hot guy to get rid of my V-card, I’m all for it. Ryker’s hot and has that alpha vibe, and the fact he’s ex-military just made me wetter. It never occurred to me that he was a biker, or that I might have just screwed up a big deal for the Dixie Reapers. It seems my sexy Ryker isn’t just some hot military guy. No, he’s the son of the President of the Hades Abyss MC. So I hide like big brother asks me to. Just one problem… Ryker doesn’t leave, and now I’m late. How am I supposed to tell Ryker that I’m carrying his child? When life fucks me over, it does it royally.
Available from Changeling Press: https://www.changelingpress.com/ryker-roosters-2-b-2741
Now for an EXCERPT:
Ryker (Roosters 2, Dixie Reapers MC)
All rights reserved.
Copyright ©2018 Harley Wylde
I threw back another shot of whiskey, and slammed the glass down on the bar top. It was my tenth. Or was it twelfth? I’d lost count somewhere along the way, but I wasn’t even remotely drunk. There was a slight warmth spreading through me, but I was one hundred percent in charge of my actions. So when I slid my hand up the back of the thigh of the hottie standing next to me, yeah, that was all me. What can I say? That sweet, curvy ass of hers was calling to me.
She slowly turned her head to look at me over her shoulder as my hand slipped up farther, sliding under the hem of her too short dress. Mmm. No panties. I gave her ass cheek a squeeze and watched as heat flared in her eyes. Whatever schmuck she’d been talking to was forgotten as she turned to face me. Oh yeah. The front matched the back. Nice, luscious breasts that were barely contained by the stretchy top of her dress, and damn if her nipples weren’t poking through.
“Normally a guy buys me a drink before he grabs my ass,” she said.
“Guess I’m not a normal guy.”
She reached out and fingered the dog tags that I still wore, despite the fact I’d been out of the service for a month. “No, soldier, you certainly aren’t.”
“Marine,” I said.
She bit her lip and moved in a little closer. “Guess that makes you something of a badass, doesn’t it?”
I smirked and squeezed her ass again. “Something like that.”
She reached out and rubbed a hand down my chest, her fingers trailing across my abs and stopping at my belt buckle. I could tell she liked what she saw, and I damn sure liked the way she filled out her dress. It would look even better bunched around her waist while I fucked her.
“You’re so big and strong,” she said with a purr.
“Oh, baby. You have no idea.”
I slid my fingers farther down the curve of her ass until they teased her pussy. She was already wet and so damn slick, and she looked like just the type of girl who would let me fuck her in the bathroom. I knew the type, and those hard nipples and wet little pussy told me that she wanted me bad enough to let me do whatever I wanted. Women tended to fall at my feet, always had, and this one wasn’t going to be an exception. Kneeling was a good place for them, easier access for sucking my cock.
“Bigger doesn’t mean better,” she said. “It’s all in how you use it.”
“I know how to use it. I can make you scream my name all night long.”
She shrugged. “Maybe you can and maybe you can’t.”
Oh, I could. It was a proven fact. Women always screamed in ecstasy whenever I was pounding into their pussies, or anywhere else I pleased. They begged me for it.
“What’s your name, sugar?”
Club Rules, #2
by Megan Slayer
Digital List Price: $0.99
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Find your wildest fantasies at the Q…
Master G knows his subs and his limits. His heart is never involved, but he’s always careful. Except when Mistress Dee is involved—then all bets are off.
Mistress Dee lives to fulfill the needs of her subs, including one desiring a hot ménage with her and another man. She knows just who to ask. But can the Master she wants also be the man she needs?
Search Terms: LGBT, M/M, Erotica, Bondage, M/M/F, Menage, BDSM, Contemporary Romance, Contemporary, Contemporary Erotic Romance
Copyright© 2017 Megan Slayer
“I have a client who wants to take part in a ménage.” She let go of him, then perched on the edge of the console in front of him. “His name is James and he’s very receptive to me, but he wants more than just me.” Each breath accentuated the pull of the leather across her full breasts. Glitter shone on her upper chest and the tiny daisy dangled from the piercing in her navel. He longed to run his tongue over every inch of her body.
“I see.” Master G folded his arms. His heart leapt. In his fifteen years as a Dom at The Q, he rarely gave in to being a sub. He also hardly ever worked with another Dom on the same sub. The need for Mistress Dee continued to battle his inner need to dominate.
“This isn’t the first time he’s asked me.” She crossed her long legs and the patent leather on her boots shimmered in the light. “I’ve told him no before because I couldn’t find the right person to serve as that third. I’m very particular.” She flipped a lock of her ebony hair over her shoulder. “Now I know who I want. You.”
His heart lodged in his throat. There wasn’t a guarantee of something long-term—not that he wanted long-term—but she’d noticed him as more than just another guy at the club. He dipped his head once. “Tell me your conditions.”
“You’ll do what I ask and submit to me.” She stood, meeting him eye to eye. He studied the deep brown of her eyes. A man could lose himself in those eyes. She pursed her crimson lips. “Think you can do that? No topping from the bottom.” She brushed her ample breasts over his chest enough to make his skin burn. He groaned when she flattened her hands on his pecs. “I’ll never humiliate you, but I expect complete submission.”
He hadn’t bottomed in a long time, but hell, the way she touched him, he wanted to crawl on the floor behind her. “Can’t do it forever,” he replied, “but I can do what you ask.”
“That’s what I need.” Mistress Dee gripped the leather criss-crossing his chest. Her nails scraped his sensitive skin. “You on your knees doing what I ask.”
“Then I will.” He sucked in a long breath, then dipped his head and exhaled. Dear God, he couldn’t wait for the encounter. “When, Mistress?”
Back in December, I’d attended my local library sponsored book club. After the main discussion about a Baldacci book with a romantic twist to it, the discussion turned to which genre of books we each liked. I knew this would be a varied answer because the group is varied. Most of the ladies – it’s all women – prefer mystery books. They want action and a whodunit story. That’s fine. We all like what we like.
It was the comment one lady made about not liking romance. I get that not everyone will enjoy romance. That doesn’t bother me. What kind of did bother me, or stuck with me, was her comment, though. “I don’t like romance. It’s too predictable and mushy. Just no substance for me.”
My first instinct was to get irritated, but I let it pass. Another lady there, whom I know loves erotic romance – we discuss Sylvia Day and other e-rom authors – was taken aback by the comment. I said, hey, everyone has their taste. My friend, I’ll call her Lydia, her response was, yeah, but that’s what you write. Lydia was correct, but I had to shrug. What can I say? I couldn’t argue.
Then this past week, I was at book sorting for the book sale. Someone had donated books that appeared to be at least 35 years old that concerned pleasing a man in bed, being a better lover and one book that was much newer – a collection of 20 erotica tales. I’ve read erotica and written plenty of it. Doesn’t bother me. So I put them together in a bag and didn’t think twice. The other ladies – this group is mostly ladies and only ladies were there at the time – were either appalled by the books or giggly and embarrassed. One said, “oh these don’t belong here. These aren’t for anyone to see.” Uh… yeah, they are. Most of us wouldn’t be here if someone hadn’t had sex. I doubt the locals want to read erotica, but you never know. There, as I know well, is a market for erotica and erotic reads. Another woman said, “oh I read those.” For a moment, I felt better. Then she said, “I read them to make me laugh. It’s so impossible. No one has love work out that way and all that…you know. It’s not probable.” Sigh. So much for thinking I had an ally.
I have to admit, of the books we’ve read for the coordinated book club, I’ve liked about 3 in the last 3 or 4 years. I’d like to say I’m discerning, but I’m probably just a particular reader.
Here’s the thing. Everyone likes what they like. I can’t make comments on anyone for their tastes in books. It’s no different than what they said. The cool thing about being in these groups is learning what others like and how to appreciate it. But the one thing I will mention, in the spirit of being positive, just because e-rom or erotica isn’t your cuppa, remember it might be someone else’s. Let’s celebrate our differences.
For what it’s worth, I love romances, e-roms and erotica, but I also love biographies, music biographies, history books and vintage ones. I like to read about celebrities and musicians. Like what you like in books and keep it in mind, not everyone else will share your choices.
Speaking of erotica and being particular, here’s a little bit about my latest release, Challenges
Challenges Boxed Set by Megan Slayer
Cover Art by Bryan Keller
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.
Available from Changeling Press: https://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=2517
This post is also up at the Dirty Birdies Blog: https://wp.me/p6bvcM-1NP
When I started writing, I was told I needed a theme. Not just a general idea for what I wanted my author overall image to be, but a theme. I know, sounds confusing, doesn’t it? A very wise friend told me as I was setting out, I needed to have something that said, this is Megan Slayer every time someone saw it. Why’d she question my theme? Because back then I had a picture of racing on my blog. The photo was right at the top and to the right. It totally went with my passion, but had only a little to do with my writing because at the time, I’d only written two stories and neither had racing in them. So I set out to create a theme.
I had a few fits and stalls along the way. I knew what I wanted to write–second chance romance. A lot of authors write that. So what made mine different? Back when I started, the heat level was the thing, too. The hotter the better. But heat levels then and now are totally different. What was HAWT back then is hot now. What was ‘oh-my-gosh-scorching-the-page-gonna-melt-the-screen’ hot is now HAWT. Back then, there was dark erotic romance, but not as prevalent as now. So my initial theme of HAWT second chance romance is still viable, but the heat isn’t as hot as I once thought.
I’m still all about my second chance romance. I’ve always had a soft spot for characters who had a rough start in life or whose initial romance didn’t quite work. I want them to have happy endings. Sometimes it’s with the same people and most of the time with new people. When you pick up one of my stories, there will be a second chance romance in it.
But I’ve got another theme I hadn’t planned on. Pretty much from the start of my career as an author, I’ve had blue hair. Why? I wanted something fun to do with my hair and it covered the grays nicely. Plus…it was fun. Still is, to be honest. It’s been brighter at times and more muted at others, but it’s always been blue. Okay, there was that one patch where I had it red for a while… And you know what? People didn’t like it. They wanted the blue back. Craziness, right? Not really. They identified me with the blue hair. That’s you, they’d tell me. When I think of you, I think of Blue. Pretty nice, eh? I love it.
I had thought about a logo, but I’m not sold on one and how do you make a logo concerning blue or second chance romance? I’m not sure.
But I’ll keep plugging along. I’ll stick with the blue hair and the second chance romances. Why? They make my heart happy. The characters demand their happy ending and I’m not going to argue with them. If people think of me and think blue, then that’s great with me, too. I like to have fun. What about you? How do you see me?
M/M, M/F, M/M/F, M/F/M, Menage, Anal Sex, Voyeurism
From Pride Publishing
Art by Posh Gosh
When the broken road leads you home, we will find each other.
Dare Evans left the small town of Kenton for the bright lights of Hollywood. The moment he climbed on the plane, he missed his college sweetheart. Coming home was always in the cards and a chance sighting is the catalyst he needs. But he’s not alone.
Liam Turner never thought he’d find love so soon after his divorce, but then came Dare. He’s in love and the happiest of his life—but he’s a secret. Dare, the hottest man in the movies, isn’t supposed to be married and certainly not to Liam. Liam’s learned to live with the charade because he knows Dare’s heart…that is until he finds out about Sarah.
Sarah Morrison wants nothing more than to teach at the college, raise her son and live her life. Celebrity was never in her cards. Then Dare and Liam walked back into Kenton. She never forgot Dare…or as she knew him, Daryl. He’s been the only one for her. When she meets Liam, her thoughts change. What if Liam could be the one? What if both men could be? Is she strong enough to withstand the bright lights of fame intruding on her existence?
Can these three people find a way to be together when the rest of the world says they should be apart? When the past joins the present to make a future, love is possible.
Reader Advisory: This book contains scenes of ménage featuring m/m/f and m/f/m pairings, voyeurism. This book also contains scenes of murder, references to abuse, rape, stalking.
Publisher Link: https://www.pride-publishing.com/book/we-belong-together
Universal Link: https://books2read.com/u/4AgqrK
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This week’s tease comes from an older title of mine, but still a good one. Constant. Hot, steamy and lots of yummy fun. Check these guys out!!
Constant by Megan Slayer
M/M, Anal Sex, Spanking, Knife Play, BDSM, Bondage
He demands his submissive’s body and soul…but can he accept his sub’s heart?
Roddy Green never planned to fall in love and certainly not with his Dom, but every time he goes into Darkness, a fetish club, he falls for Vegas all over again. Being in love isn’t the same as being loved in return. Vegas is there to do a job—not to build a romance. But what if the main constant in Roddy’s life is also the one person he can’t live without?
Andrew Vegas knows his job. He’s a Dom. But there is more than one side to him and he’s tired of keeping the other parts of him hidden. One man makes him feel safe and comfortable enough to open up—his pet, Roddy. But will Roddy, the producer of a local news broadcast, want to be with a man with secrets?
Reader Advisory: This book contains references to light knifeplay.
Publisher’s Note: This book contains characters who also appear in Permanent.
General Release Date: 21st July 2015
Available from these fine retailers:
Pride Publishing: https://www.pride-publishing.com/book/constant
Now for that tease!
©Megan Slayer, 2015, All Rights Reserved
“You’re ready for this form of play.” He slapped Roddy hard on the ass with his bare hand. He slid his middle finger between Roddy’s ass cheeks. “Who does this belong to?”
“You, Sir,” Roddy answered. He held his reservations in check. Master Vegas had said the word play. Not love, not romance or desire. Just play. He shouldn’t have hinged his hopes on Master Vegas wanting him in a romantic way.
“You belong to me. Say it again.” Master Vegas punctuated his words with flat-handed spanks on Roddy’s butt. He tapped Roddy’s asshole on the last word.
“You, Sir.” He flexed his hole, ready to allow Master Vegas into his body. The toys and masturbation weren’t enough. He needed a real man.
“Good, pet.” Master Vegas dribbled chilly lube down the crack of Roddy’s butt. He continued tapping Roddy’s hole. “How much do you want me here?”
“I crave you, Sir.” At least he’d been honest. He pressed his face into the warm leather. “Please, Sir? Fuck me.” He wanted his Sir in his ass right now. Needed him. Couldn’t wait another minute.
“You expect a lot.” Master Vegas caressed his middle finger over Roddy’s hole, then eased inside. He pushed past the tight ring of muscle until he buried himself two knuckles deep.
Holy shit. Roddy wanted to thrust. Every instinct told him to ride Master Vegas’ middle finger. Instead, he held back. He wasn’t in control.
“Good, pet. You’re withholding for me. Pleasing me.”
I’m missing football so much. That’s my sport of choice. So to cheer me up, I’m adding a snippet from my football story, Making the Play, for the Smut Sunday celebration. Check it out! And be sure to read the other smutty posts! You won’t regret it!
Making the Play by Megan Slayer
Out of Bounds Series
M/M, Anal Sex, Masturbation
Sometimes switching things up really does mean getting the guy.
Allan Clark thought his life as a wide receiver for the Wildcats was over the moment he was told he’d be the new punt returner. He’d thought he didn’t want to be a special teams player. He’d rather have the limelight. But once he starts returning punts, he realizes this was where he should’ve been all along. Speaking of perks, he now gets to spend time with the sexy kicker, Tyler Leigh. Maybe this switch is the best thing that could’ve happened to him.
Unlike Allan, Tyler isn’t planning on going into the draft or playing football for the rest of his life. He’s got other plans, though a side trip in the sheets with Allan isn’t off his radar. He’s wanted Allan since he joined the team. But Tyler’s got baggage and an overzealous ex-boyfriend hell-bent on making his life miserable. With Allan, he sees a bright spot.
Will these two seeming opposites leave their desires on the field, or will they find common ground together and score?
Reader Advisory: This book contains scenes of masturbation, implied abuse as well as references to violence, physical assault and emotional abuse.
Available from Pride Publishing:
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Now for that Smutty Excerpt!
Copyright ©2017, Megan Slayer, All Rights Reserved
“Fuck,” Allan muttered. He tipped his head back and closed his eyes. “Taste me. Put my cock in that hot mouth.”
“I will.” Tyler licked a path of fire along Allan’s throat.
The scent of Tyler’s cologne curled around Allan’s nose. He breathed in the decadent scent and palmed the back of Tyler’s head. He’d never been with a bald man, but there were definite plusses. Allan loved the feel of Tyler’s smooth skin under his hand as well as his hot tongue on his throat.
Allan licked his lips, tasting Tyler’s kiss. Mint lingered and tingled on his lips and Tyler’s muffled moans rang in his ears.
“Ty.” He whispered Tyler’s name and nudged his lover down his body. Having his neck kissed was great but he wanted more.
Tyler didn’t disappoint. He nipped and sucked his way along Allan’s chest, pausing at Allan’s nipples. He pinched one tight bud between his fingers and the other between his teeth.
“Shit,” Allan blurted. He couldn’t remember the last time a lover had him reduced to one-word responses. His arms refused to cooperate and he plopped backward onto the bed.
“Better.” Tyler raked his teeth over Allan’s lower belly. “Where do you want me?”
“Everywhere.” Allan directed Tyler to his groin. He needed Tyler’s mouth around his cock. Heat enveloped him, making rational thought almost impossible.
“I can do that.” Tyler flatted his tongue along the blunt head of Allan’s erection. “But I want you to watch.” He tossed pillows at Allan. “Sit up. Watch.”