New Release ~ Morgan by @MeganSlayer #IR #Romance #newrelease

Morgan by Megan Slayer MORGAN COVER LARGE

Hard to Resist, #1 

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What happens in the club, stays in the club…except on Valentine’s Day.

Being single on the dreaded day of love sucks. Ask Morgan. Three years in a row of sucky dates have made her gun-shy. But a night of clubbing and a chance meeting with the man who features in her naughty fantasies just might turn this girl’s thoughts around. Maybe.

The moment he laid eyes on Morgan, Trip knew she was the woman for him. What better day to make his move than Valentine’s Day? He’s about to find out how hard he’ll have to work to get what he wants—her.

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Her eyes widened and she jumped back. “Trip. What the hell are you thinking?”

Her nipples pebbled under the flimsy fabric of her halter top, and her breaths accentuated her problem. She licked her lips again, giving them a slick sheen. God, he wanted to taste her.

“I said we need to talk.” He rested his hands on the now-empty desk top. “I need a partner.”

“This is sexual harassment or something.” She rolled her eyes and cocked her hip. Her gigantic, gold, hoop earrings glinted in the lamp light. “Seriously, what are you thinking?”

She wanted to know? Fine. Trip stalked around the table, then pinned her between his body and the wall.

“I’m thinking I can’t stand seeing you sashay around my dance club in those tight little shorts and tank tops and not want to bend you over my knee.”

Morgan flattened her palms on his chest, but didn’t shove him away. Her lips opened and closed like she wanted to say something, but no sound came out.

“Sue me or whatever, but I want you.” He situated his knee between her thighs. Morgan slipped down onto his leg and rubbed. Tiny moans erupted from her throat. Just as he’d suspected—she wanted him as much as he needed her.

“We can’t, Trip,” she whispered. “I work for you. We’re friends, and this will go to hell if we screw around.”

“Don’t care.” Rational thought left his mind. No matter the cost, he needed her. Now. Trip buried his face against her neck and breathed in the soft, sandalwood scent of her perfume. “Fuck.”

Morgan shivered beneath him and tipped her head back.

Perfect invitation. “I want you,” he mumbled against her skin. Each taste, each touch made him realize he couldn’t turn back.

“Trip.” She threaded her arms around him. “We can’t do this.”

His ire rose. “Morgan, I mean it.” He caged her face in his hands and rested his forehead on hers. “I dream about you. Crave you. I’ve listened to you and know you better than you think. This feels crazy to you, doesn’t it?

Giving up control and giving me a chance? I’m not just some guy.”

“Prove it.”

Smut Sunday ~ What a Night by @MeganSlayer #smutsunday #mf #IR #hotromance

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It’s time for the Smut Sunday post! I love these. A chance to post something with no holds barred. I love that. Check out this offering from my re-release, What a Night!!

What a Night! by Megan SlayerWhat a Night COVER LARGE

Club Rules, #4

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He’ll make her fantasies come true.

Mark wants this anniversary to be one his wife, Lyssa, will never forget. He’s going to pull out all the stops and make love to her all night long. But she’s got a few tricks up her satin sleeves as well. Will his plans go up in smoke, or will this be the night they’ve dreamed of?

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Mark spread her cunt lips open once more. While he sucked on her clit, he pressed the blunt head of the toy against the mouth of her vagina. He kept his gaze on hers. “Breathe for me, Lyssa.” He eased the toy into her tight pussy, inch by inch. Her nipples pebbled and more perspiration dotted her upper chest like jewels.

“Baby,” she cried. Her head lolled on her shoulders. She rocked her hips and dug her feet into the edge of the mattress. “Fuck.”

Ah, her cues. The swear words meant she was right on the edge. Perfect. Mark buried his face in her pussy lips. With one hand, he tapped the end of the toy. With the other he massaged the dribbled lube and her juices over her asshole. The combination of sensations proved to be her weakness. She curled forward, grabbing his hair.

The pain in her touch only added to his pleasure.

“Fuck, feels so fucking good,” she moaned. She squeezed her legs tight around his head and tensed. Her entire body quaked. “Shit.”

Mark kept his thumb on the tight rosette of her ass, but let the toy slide from her vagina. He lapped at her cream. Lyssa sagged beneath him. The plug nestled between her ass cheeks on the bed.

“Whoa.” She let go of his hair and sighed. “Damn.”

He rose up between her knees and kissed the skin on her inner thigh. Getting her to scream and cream? A job well done. Knowing round two wasn’t far off? Perfect. He nipped behind her knee. “Made my anniversary fucking hot, and we’ve just begun.”

You’ve Got the Look by @MeganSlayer #outnow #newrelease #MF #interracial #romance

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You’ve Got the Look by Megan Slayer You've Got the Look COVER ART 2 LARGE

Club Rules, #5

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Before this photo shoot gets going, things are sure to sizzle and that’s just what she wants.

Drea knows what she wants before the photography shoot—a man who’s got the look. Billy fits that description, but is he interested in what she’s got in mind? She’s not looking for love. She wants a hot time. Will he meet her expectations?

He’ll give her his best or die trying.

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Billy stared at her. He’d heard of her legendary appetite for her costars. Did she want him? God knew he wanted her. He’d walked into the room with a damned hard on. Just thinking about Drea O’Neal kicked his blood pressure to the ceiling. He leaned on the doorframe of her dressing room. She hadn’t answered him yet—not in words—but the hunger in her eyes was undeniable.

“Do you have a problem with the lighting? I can change it to flatter your,” he swept his gaze over her body, “curves.” The robe obscured his view and he yearned to shove the damned thing out of the way. He refrained. Part of what he liked about Drea was definitely her looks, but the bigger part was the way she took control. He wanted her to pick him for her next conquest.

Drea stepped forward and hooked her fingers in the waistband of his jeans. She tugged him into the dressing room.

“You know what I want.” She nudged him onto her couch, then clicked the lock on the door. “You.” She raked her fingers down her chest to the knot in her robe, then untied the pesky sash. The deep blue satin slipped off her shoulders, revealing her ample curves inch by inch. “I want you to make me come three times before the shoot starts. Think you can manage? Or am I too much woman for you?”

“I’ll give you my best try.” His mouth watered. He’d seen plenty of her pictures and had a collection of her work on his computer, but none of that held a candle to the real woman. The cups of her corset top barely contained her breasts and the round outline of her nipples showed just below the lace. She strode toward him on spindly high heels, then settled on his lap. Oh Christ.

Billy slid his hand up her deep brown thighs, delighted by her soft skin. The tiny thong covered the thinnest strip of her pussy. She scooted forward and rubbed her damp cunt on the bulge in his pants.

“Do you like what you see?”