Saving His Roar by @meganslayer #gay #gayromance #PNR #contemporay #shifters #indiepubbed

Saving His Roar by Megan Slayer

Sanctuary Series, Book 9

Megan Slayer Publishing

Contemporary Paranormal Gay Romance

Novella

M/M, Anal Sex

Ryan ‘Blaze’ Burden knew his life wasn’t perfect. He’s a stripper at Stiff and a shifter, but he can’t tell anyone about his special ability. The popularity of shifters hasn’t come to Stiff or the town of Sugar Ridge, for that matter. Being a shifter is still frowned upon. Ryan knows he doesn’t fit in, but he does have one bright spot in his life—the mystery man who comes to the club and requests Ryan for private dances. 
The electricity between them is palpable, but if Ryan makes a move, will the hottie reciprocate?

Delaney Sullivan doesn’t come to Stiff for the ambiance. He’s there for one dancer—Blaze. He senses the shifter within the handsome young man. But Delaney works for the enemy—he’s the campaign manager for the mayor of Sugar Ridge. He doesn’t share the mayor’s desire to outlaw shifters because he’s a panther shifter. Can he get Blaze out of the club? To trust him? Or maybe even to love him?

These opposites certainly attract, but can they find the mutual trust to have a future together?

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“You want me.”

“Yes, I do.” He needed to get through to Blaze. Not everyone wanted to use him. “I’d rather you didn’t dance for me.”

“Christ.” Blaze left Delaney’s lap. “I knew it. You’re trying to get me to quit.”

Shit. Yes, he wanted Blaze out of the business, but it wasn’t because he wanted to save all of the strippers.

“I’m not quitting. I make good money here, and I can keep on the down low. No taxes. Yeah, fuck you.” Blaze growled. “I can’t get my paperwork. I’m not allowed because I can’t document where I came from.”

“Why?” Every shifter had been given the right to gain a driver’s license, a job and a passport. Where Blaze had come from wasn’t an issue.

“No. I’m not doing it. I can’t. Look, tell management, but I can’t do this. I’ll take the hit.” Blaze shook his head again. “I can’t.”

Delaney took money from his pocket. He’d tucked a note between the bills, wanting Blaze to see it later. He pushed the cash into Blaze’s hand. “You’re a good man.”

He should say more but didn’t know what to do. He left his chair and ducked out of the private room. Embarrassment washed over him as he walked out of the club. Being there was dangerous. If someone recognized the head of the mayor’s campaign at a strip club, Delaney would lose his job. He made his way through the private exit and disappeared through the tunnel to the parking garage.

His panther craved Blaze. The big cat sensed Blaze’s confusion. Yes, the cash was good, but something about Blaze screamed that the shifter wanted to be a decent man. Delaney sighed and climbed behind the wheel of his car. Hopefully, Blaze would read the note and take him seriously. Maybe, there was a chance they could find common ground or even a friendship. A relationship was probably out of the question. Too bad, the cat didn’t care. Delaney wished his panther would settle down. There wouldn’t be any claiming tonight, and the panther would have to wait.

Merging Their Roar by @meganslayer #gay #gayromance #menage #twins #threesome #PNR #indiepubbed

Merging Their Roar by Megan Slayer

Sanctuary, Book 8

M/M, M/M/M, Ménage, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Multiple Partners

Novella

Megan Slayer Publishing

The right piece for their perfect triad seems to be the one man who doesn’t seem to fit at all.

 Eli and Silas have done pretty much everything twins can do together within reason. They share lovers and are inseparable. Now, the lions want free. They want someone to be with both of them and can understand the dual sides to their collective nature. But the twins are scarred by their past. Eli uses his people skills to please and get by, while Silas takes the quieter, introverted and angry approach. Can these two find a perfect complement? Does that person even exist?

Owen Cantrell believes he’s not only worthy of the shifters, but he’s their missing piece. He’s human and hasn’t been around shifters, but he’s not afraid. What could go wrong?

When these three get together, there are plenty of sparks, but things can’t be perfect forever. The way Eli, Silas and Owen deal with their problems and everything thrown their way will prove if they aren’t meant to be or if they can go the distance.

Note: Merging Their Roar is part of the Sanctuary series. Each book features different characters and can be enjoyed as a standalone story.

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EXCERPT:

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“We’d like you to live here. Teach the shifters about being human—like manners, technology, how to exist outside of the Sanctuary, along with how to spot a group like Wet Dreams and how to run away. I think you’re what we need.” Markas leaned his elbows on the desk. “What do you think?”

None of what he’d been told was what he’d expected. They trusted him? Despite what he’d admitted and the very real possibility he’d truly try to fuck a shifter. He doubted Markas was telling the truth.

“You’ve been through a lot in your short life. I can’t imagine coming out. I was lucky. After I shifted, John accepted me. Our family of shifters is accepted here and I’d like them to be accepted in public, too.”

Owen nodded. He wasn’t the most socially savvy person, but he was willing to help. “What do you want me to do and when?”

“You’re welcome to move in as soon as you’d like. We’ve got plenty of room. Once you’re settled, I want you to choose a few shifters to work with. They’ll be your responsibility, but I’m sure they’ll all want you to pick them,” Markas said.

“Like one or two?”

“I’d say start with one. Don’t overwhelm yourself.”

“Then…okay.” He had to think this through. Too bad, he really wanted to accept and his mouth wasn’t working with his brain. “I’m game, but I need to get out of my lease.”

“Done.”

“What?”

Owen supposed Markas meant he’d help until the lease was up.

“Trust me.” Markas stood. “Let me introduce you around.” He rounded the desk. When Owen stood, Markas stopped. “But remember, we’re all watching you. If you lie or sell us out…I’ll know. If you think you’re a good double agent, you’re not. If you double cross any of us, I’ll unleash my lion on your ass. I’m not afraid, and my lion gives no fucks.”

Message received.

Finding His Roar by @meganslayer #Contemporary #gay #gayromance #PNR #indiepubbed

Finding His Roar by Megan Slayer

Sanctuary, Book 7

Megan Slayer Publications Publishing

M/M, Anal Sex, Masturbation

Contemporary, Paranormal, Erotic, LGBTQIA Romance

Novella (130 pages)

Art by WZDesigns

Breaking down and asking for help could be the key to his salvation.

Chris isn’t like the shifters at Sanctuary. Born in a zoo and on the run now that he can shift, he’s looking for a place to belong. When he breaks down outside of Cambridge, not far from the Sanctuary, he thinks he’s done for. He’ll be caught, returned to the zoo or worse… He’s always been a survivor, but even Chris has demons he can’t quite outrun. He’s being hunted. He’ll need some help—if he’s willing to accept his fate.

Luke Stephens wants nothing more than to get over his ex-boyfriend. The lawyer can argue cases with ease, but not the one that mattered. That is until he meets Chris. The shifter provokes Luke and brings out his natural instinct to protect. He’s intrigued and Chris is so handsome.

Will Luke be man enough for the shifter or will the danger come between them before they can get the fire started?

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Luke strolled out of the building and put on his sunglasses. He strode over to his car then tossed his jacket and his briefcase onto the backseat before climbing behind the wheel. He turned on the radio. One of his favorite songs played, so he blasted the tune and sang along as he drove down the lane away from the Sanctuary. Though the property sat on a state route, there wasn’t much traffic. He stopped just past the gate and checked the traffic before pulling onto the road. He started toward Oakdale, but at the single crossroads before the city limits, he noticed a beat-up brown truck.

He paused. People never abandoned cars by the intersection. They waited for the dirt turnaround about a mile down the road. Was there a problem? An accident? He normally would’ve kept going, but something called to him. He noticed a man behind the wheel of the vehicle. The need to help strengthened. For all Luke knew, the guy was having a heart attack or maybe a seizure. He needed to stop and help.

Luke pulled off in front of the vehicle and patted the gun he’d strapped to his hip. He kept himself current at the gun range but hadn’t needed the piece until now. He backed up alongside the vehicle and rolled his window down.

“Do you need help?” Luke asked. He kept one hand on the car’s shifter. “Buddy?”

The wide-eyed man stared at Luke. “What’s your name?”

“My…” This was odd. “Luke Stevens. I’m an attorney. I work with the Sanctuary.”

The guy bolted out of the truck and yanked on the passenger-side handle of the car. “Help me.”

“I don’t know you. Are you hurt? I can call the ambulance.” He didn’t unlock the door. For a split-second, he could’ve sworn he saw a lion in the man’s eyes. It had to be his imagination. He’d never seen the animal in Markas’ eyes, and he knew Markas was a shifter. Could this man be a shifter? Or the jerk sending the screwy emails?

“I’m not hurt yet. Please? I need help.” Another flash of the lion shone in the man’s golden eyes. “You were honest with me. I’ll be honest with you. My name is Saul Mason. I was born at the Philadelphia Zoo four years ago. I’ve been able to shift for a year, and the first time I shifted at the zoo, the workers thought someone had stolen me. They thought I was the thief. I didn’t steal a lion—I am the lion.”

“A shifter.” Luke had already been given that information, but he had to stay it out loud to make sense in his head.

“And you’re with the Sanctuary. Help me.” The pleading in Saul’s voice got to Luke. “Please?”

He unlocked the door. “Get in.” He could take Saul back to Sanctuary, and if nothing else, help him get established there. God knew Markas would see through Saul if the guy was lying.

Saul crawled into the car and locked the door. He hunkered down on the seat. “Fate’s a bitch, but at least, I found you and not him.” He put the window up. “I think I’m actually safe.”

“Did you need something—anything—from your vehicle?” Luke asked.

“No. It’s from a friend. Some people think I stole it, but I didn’t.” Saul curled up in the seat. “I’m not a good guy. I’ve done bad shit in order to stay alive. I didn’t steal the truck, but I don’t regret taking it. A man named Tucci swore I belonged to him. I don’t know what he wants, but it can’t be good.”

“Tucci? As in Anthony Tucci?” Luke put the car in gear and made an illegal U-turn in order to go back to Sanctuary.

“Oh God. Don’t tell me you work for him.” Saul scratched at the door handle. “I need to get out.”

“Stop.” Luke swatted at Saul. “No, I don’t.” He punched the gas. The faster he got to Sanctuary, the quicker he could unload Saul. “I don’t know where Tucci is. I’ve never met him, and no, I don’t work for him. He’s not high on my list, though.”

“You’re not a shifter.” Saul remained low in his seat, but his tone changed. He stared at Luke. “I can smell it. You’re not.”

“That’s how you know? My smell?” He’d showered that morning and put on antiperspirant. Hopefully, he didn’t stink.

“You’ve got a scent, yes. It’s not like a dirty smell. It’s just you, and my lion can tell. It’s what told me; you’re a safe person. Sometimes, my instincts have been off, but not this time. Most people freak out when the word shifter is used. You didn’t flinch.”

“I’m honored, but I’ve worked with shifters before. I never know what to expect with them, but I’m not scared, either.” He wouldn’t admit to his fear, though. For all he knew, Saul could snap and do something horrible to him. “My friends run the Sanctuary. They’ll help you as much as possible. As for the maybe-not-quite stolen truck, I should get that sorted out.” He should probably turn Saul in, too, but he’d worry about that later.

“I wasn’t lying. I didn’t steal it. The truck was given to me by the one human who actually believed I was a shifter.” Saul grasped Luke’s free hand. “I borrowed it because I needed to get away from the zoo. I had permission.” He faced Luke. “At the zoo was a keeper named Saul, and that was his truck. He didn’t want it, but he wanted to help me get away from Tucci. He saw me shift and didn’t flip out. He said shifters are natural creatures and should be respected. He helped me until the freak-out died down then he got me out of the zoo. He’s the reason I’m here and not in the enclosure or dead.”

“If I contact him, will he verify this information?” Luke asked. He turned back onto the Sanctuary lane and swiped his keycard in the reader. He wasn’t sure if he believed Saul—or whatever the shifter’s name happened to be—but he also wasn’t convinced the story was a lie.

“Yeah.” The shifter offered up a badge. “See this? This is his old one, but it’s got his information. I’m supposed to say I’m him if I get into trouble.” He pointed to the plastic card on the lanyard and sighed. “So you’ll help me?”

“John and Joe will wonder why I’m back here already.” Luke parked the car in front of the fountain. “Let’s go inside. You can tell them everything, and they’ll help you.”

“You’re not staying?”

Start Me Up by @Meganslayer #romance #gay #gayromance @changelingpress

Start Me Up by Megan Slayer

Set in Stone Series

Changeling Press

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

M/M, Anal Sex, Masturbation

Short Story (16,000 words)

Could losing his partner be the gateway to the greatest experience of his life? 

Chris Jordan swore when his partner died in January of 1979, he’d never find another lover. He didn’t want another one. But six months later, he still yearns for the man he loved.

Chris finds a letter from Steve telling him to visit Start Me Up, an electronics store. What could his partner have planned? What he finds at the store blows his mind, but will he be able to accept the desires of his partner — especially a seemingly robotic version of Steve?

Only time and patience will tell if these two lovers can find the passion they shared or if Steve’s death meant the end of everything.

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1979

“I love you, Stephen Kyle.” Chris Jordan rested his head on the wall of the shower stall. He wound his fingers around his dick and stroked himself. Every nerve ending tingled and his body buzzed. He cupped his balls in his other hand and widened his stance. His knees wobbled. The more he thrust into his fingers, the closer he got to coming apart. He needed this. Needed to be wanted and excited.

He rested his head against the tiles and groaned. Dear God, he wanted a dick in his ass. Wanted to come apart and be held. He squeezed his eyes shut and groaned. His throat ached.

Fucking hell. He gritted his teeth. “Steve,” he bit out. His strokes turned feral and he tensed. The muscles in his legs trembled. Heat overwhelmed him, despite the chilly water. The shiver started low in his body and overwhelmed him in a second as the climax hit.

Chris bowed his head and opened his eyes. Cum shot across the stall and down the curtain. Cold water sprayed down on him, but did little to bring him out of the post-orgasm fervor. Everything within him sagged. He slid to the floor and drew his knees to his chest. He rested his forehead on his knees and sighed.

He missed his lover — his partner, Steve.

Chris blinked back tears and reached up to turn off the water. He needed to get back to his life. But was it really living if his partner wasn’t there? He finally scrambled to his feet, then yanked the towel from the rack. Being alone sucked.

He missed Steve. They were supposed to be looking forward to the 1980s together and proving to the world that gay couples could grow old together. Not now. Not since Steve got the gay cancer and died. The epidemic had ripped through the gay community, seeming to strike at random at first and ravaging friends — with seemingly no cure. At least there hadn’t been a cure in time to save Steve.

Chris left the bathroom and dropped the towel on the floor. If his partner had been there, he would’ve reminded Chris to pick it up. “Hang it on the rack,” he’d say. “It won’t dry unless it’s hung up.”

He’d get there. He yanked a pair of underwear and running shorts from the dresser. Once he donned the clothing, he snatched the towel from the carpet. He draped the towel across the curtain rod. Not the rack, but who cared?

He grabbed a T-shirt from the laundry basket. Doing chores wasn’t as fun without Steve around. When his partner was still there, they’d turn the tasks into games. Whoever lost made love to the other. Inevitably they both won, even if they lost.

He shrugged the shirt over his head and stuck his arms through the sleeves, then sank onto the bed. According to his friend Dom, he had to get back into life. Sure. Easy for Dom to say — he spent his nights at the clubs and never went home alone. He also never stuck with the same guy or girl for more than a few days. Commitment freaked Dom out. Not Chris. He needed a partner. As soon as he met Steve, he knew — he’d found his partner.

He stared at the photos still stuck in the frame around the mirror. Him and Steve grinning in the sand on the beach at Maumee, standing in front of one of the roller coasters at the local amusement park, at the reception for Steve’s sister, Mimi. His heart ached. He and Steve were expected to come together, but to tell everyone they were just friends. Steve’s family never accepted them as a couple.

He’d memorized every detail of Steve’s face and knew his partner inside and out. The images comforted him. He crossed the room and touched the frame around the photo of him and Steve in their suits. He noticed the envelope behind the picture and winced. He’d been given the envelope during the reading of Steve’s will. The only reason he’d even been invited to the reading had been because their mutual friend, Lew, had written the will and insisted on giving Chris the letter or whatever had been contained in the envelope.

Should he finally crack the seal? Six months since Steve’s death hadn’t made the hurt go away or even lessen a bit. He touched the corner of the envelope. Fear hit him hard. He’d put the thing away and tried to forget about it, but every time he looked at the photos, his curiosity piqued. Would there be something bad in the letter? Something good? He’d never know until he opened it.

He left the bedroom in favor of the kitchen. If he was going to finally open the envelope, he needed wine. Beer. Whatever he had in the fridge containing alcohol. Hell, he’d take whiskey right about now and he wasn’t into the harder stuff.

He poured dark red liquid into a plastic tumbler, then climbed onto the counter to sit. He kept the glass beside him, but didn’t drink.

His heart hammered and he flexed his fingers a couple of times before he picked up the envelope.

“Here goes nothin’,” he murmured. He tore open the back and pressed his lips together. A piece of paper slipped free and fluttered onto his lap…

Soul Debt: Paid in Full by @meganslayer #gay #gayromance #PNR #romance #hot @changelingpress #hotbuy

Soul Debt: Paid in Full by Megan Slayer

Number in Series: 1

BIN: 06226-02000

Word Count: 12K

Page Count: 40

Genres: Erotic Romance, Novella, Dark Fantasy, Paranormal

Themes: Gay, Dark Desire

Ever danced with the Devil? I have.

You know how people make deals with God? I made one with the Devil. For what, you ask? A boyfriend. Little did I know, the Devil would not only take me up on the deal, but make it worth both our whiles — just not in the way I’d imagined. Turns out, nothing in my world is what it seemed.

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EXCERPT:

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I didn’t have to wonder long. When I woke up, my back ached. I rolled my shoulders and climbed out of bed. Slamming my body into the wall the night before might have had something to do with the overall crappiness I felt and the dull thud in my back. Or maybe it was the reminder that I’d done something so stupid even I didn’t believe I’d done it.

I raked my fingers through my hair, then stopped short. When I touched my scalp, I had a bump. Had I hit my head during the hallway interlude and forgotten? I didn’t think so. The spot didn’t hurt like a goose egg to the noggin might, but I had to be sure. I ran into the bathroom. Adam and Alex had left the room in disarray, so before I could look at my reflection, I had to pick up the damp towels and my wrinkled clothes. Normally I’m a neat freak. A place for everything and everything in its place. Except after last night, nothing seemed in order. I tossed the clothes into the hamper and hung the towels over the railing then checked my head in the mirror. I needed to shave. I don’t mind a little scruff, but too much and I look like I stepped out of an old western movie.

I crinkled my nose and looked at the bump. I expected just a lump under my skin. When I pulled my hair aside, my jaw slackened and I teetered on my feet. My skin was black. Not like a bruise dark, but black. Whatever I’d done, I’d given myself one hell of a wallop. I was smoothing my hair back into place when I noticed the other lump. A twin of the first one. I tipped my head. Two black bumps on my head.

Oh, shit.

No wonder the Devil had said love wouldn’t come the way I wanted. I looked like him! I had devil horns. Okay, so they were small, but they’d get bigger, right? Fuck. I touched the bumps once again. They didn’t seem to hurt, and my hair covered them enough if I raked it forward. I fiddled with my hair. I looked ridiculous, but maybe that would be enough to keep the rest of the world from seeing my twin issues.

Behind me my alarm beeped. Double shit. My shift at the bookstore started at ten. We could wear hats while working, so I grabbed a ball cap. I wouldn’t look like myself, but I didn’t care. No one needed to see the dreaded horns.

I finished getting dressed and sprinted down the block to the bookstore. I loved living a city block from work. Hell, everything I wanted to do was within walking distance. Great for the physique, but shitty for the wallet. I ducked in the back door and swiped my ID card through the reader.

“Nicky.”

One of the problems I’d hoped not to run into. “Heya, Caroline.” I liked her, but she liked me a little more than she should’ve. I’m gay, and she’s not going to change that fact, but I’m sure she wants to.

“Nice hat.” She toyed with the bill. “Didn’t know you followed football.”

“I watch some.” I’d bought the hat for a costume to impress a hot guy at a Halloween party, and the whole thing had backfired. I spent the night talking about how much I loved the San Francisco Giants. That would’ve been fine, except my hat was for the New York Giants. Yeah, not so good.

“Antonio’s filling in for Gina. Something about an interview for the doctorate program.” Caroline shrugged. “Like she’s doctoral material.”

“I don’t know,” I said and grabbed a box of books to shelve. “She knows art history better than anyone. If she’s happy, let her be.”

“You would take her side.” Caroline flounced away from me, her too-tight skirt bunching around her ample hips. If I were straight, I might have gone for her, but I’m not.

I checked the spines of the books. Romance. Great. I didn’t mind reading romance, but when the man of your dreams doesn’t know you exist, well, romance is a non-entity. I peeked over the shelves and sighed. Antonio. The man oozes sex. Nice muscles, black hair dusting his collar, always wearing button-down shirts and those tailored trousers. It’s like he works for a clothing store, but hangs out at the bookstore. I’d love to be half as classy as he looks. Even his old-school glasses, thick black frames with the little silver decoration on the hinge, look sexy on him.

“You’re staring again,” Caroline whispered.

Of all the people I worked with, Antonio was the one I wanted to get with. Yes, the guy was hot, but he didn’t act like he knew it. Maybe that’s what drew me to him — his confidence. He glanced over his shoulder and caught me staring. Instead of looking away or frowning, he grinned.

My heart melted. I’d been fucked by a dirty demon the night before, but seeing Antonio smile made me feel better.

I went back to shelving books and focused on the job. I couldn’t gawk at Antonio all day. The hours flew by. I broke down the cardboard box and heaved it into the recycle bin.

“Hi, Nicky.”

I didn’t have to turn around to know who spoke. “Antonio.”

Waiting on A Friend by @meganslayer #romance #gay #gayromance #recenthistorical #christmas @changelingpress #PNR

Waiting on a Friend by Megan Slayer

A Set in Stone Novella

Christmas, Recent Historical, Paranormal Gay Romance

From Changeling Press

Short Story

M/M, Anal Sex

Art by Bryan Keller

King Mason doesn’t want to spend another year alone. He loves his job at the men’s shelter, but there has to be more from life than work. He’s seen the pretty blond man around the community and can’t wait to make a move at the Christmas street party.

Randall Stevens has big plans for Christmas 1980, and all of them involve meeting King Mason. He’s fallen hard for the man, and his wish is to take things to the next level. Christmas Eve just might be the night — except some wishes are meant to go sideways. Can Start Me Up help provide the solution he and King need?

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Soft Stone by @meganslayer #gay #gayromance #pnr @evernightpub

Soft Steel by Megan Slayer

Celestial Mates, Book 6

Contemporary Paranormal, Fantasy LGBTQ Romance

M/M, Anal Sex, Cross Dressing

Novella (21,000 words)

From Evernight Publishing

Cover Art by Jay Aheer

Celestial Mates, 6

Valermo Dax wants to be loved. He doesn’t fit into societal molds and he’s fine with that. If he can find a guy who adores him as-is, even better. Stripping isn’t getting him noticed by the kind of guys he wants to date—until Corey walks into the club.

Corey Blumenthal knows who he wants to see at the club—Val. Ever since they shared a biology class four years ago, he’s crushed on the sexy man sporting glitter and those sky-high heels. He finally winds up the courage to take Val home, but things don’t go as planned. A curse, shouted in anger, turns their world upside down.

Can these two men find the strength, courage, and love they always knew they had in order to save each other? Or will the curse change them forever?

Be Warned: m/m sex

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He leaned across the console and kissed Corey. “Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me yet.” He engaged the engine. “I might be shit in the sack.”

“I doubt it.” He laced his fingers with Corey’s and relaxed. “Even if you are, I’ll teach you.”

Corey sped out of the lot. “I could use a good teacher.” He chuckled. “I saw you back in biology and wanted you, but when I gathered the courage to visit the club and saw you again … I knew I had to grow some balls. I had to have you.”

“I want to be owned.” He shifted on the seat. “Even if it’s by a teaching assistant.”

“Don’t make me sound so great.” Corey snorted. “Teaching art is my passion.”

“Art?” He could see it. Corey would be sexy as hell in nothing but an apron and standing in front of a canvas painting. “Any particular period or media?”

“Ancient Greek art is my favorite period and drawing is my medium.” He stopped at the Middlesex Hotel, then turned into the lot and parked. “Val, I think I know what Mitt meant.”

“Huh?” He’d tried to forget his former boss. “Ignore him.”

“I can’t,” Corey said. “The thing about Zeus. It wasn’t idle chitchat or bullshit. He uttered a mangled version of a real curse.”

“Curse? Mitt? Then only curses that man knows are four-letter words.” No way Mitt had the intelligence or balls to use a true curse.

“I know this stuff. It’s on pottery.” Corey’s brow furrowed. “I’m serious. He cursed you.”

He fought the urge to roll his eyes, but he’d play along. “Okay, how did he curse me? I’m going to lose my money? I’m not exactly rolling in the cash. I’ll be ugly? Many guys don’t want a man who wears women’s clothing and underwear. I’ll be lonely? He wouldn’t sink that low.”

“No, It’s not about those things—not exactly.”

“Then spit it out. How’d he curse me?” He’d love to hear this.

“You’ll turn to stone.”

Superhero by @meganslayer #gay #gayromance #erotic #PNR @mlrbooks

Superhero by Megan Slayer

Hiding in Plain Sight Series, book 1

Novella

Contemporary, Sci-Fi/Fantasy

M/M, Anal Sex

MLR Press

He can levitate objects and predict the future, but no one knows his powers…until he finds a man worth fighting for.

Chase Bender moves objects with his mind and can read the immediate future. If anyone found out the man behind the mask had a lot in common with the regular man character, they wouldn’t believe him. What’s a man with super hero abilities supposed to do to get a date?

Dylan Foreman isn’t interested in jumping into the dating pool, but can’t deny the attraction when he meets Chase. Can the burning lust between a simple book keeper and a man in spandex, and sporting a cape really last?

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Dylan.

He shouldn’t say anything. Should keep on walking.

“Hi there. Do you come here often?” Hell. Of all the things he could’ve said, Chase picked one of the worst pick-up lines…ever.

Dylan’s eyes narrowed. “Do I—we’ve met, haven’t we?”

“I’m sorry. I’m horrible at manners sometimes.” Chase offered his hand. “I’m Chase. We met at the Riley party.” He dropped his voice to a whisper. “I’m Mind Bender.”

“Oh!” Dylan’s eyes widened. “I hadn’t recognized you…but I bet that was the point.” His cheeks burned bright red and the color spread down his neck. “Can I say that was a good show, or will I get you into trouble?”

“Won’t get me into trouble. I appreciate the kind words.” Chase nodded to the cart. “I needed to get a few things. Care to walk with me, or are you nearly done?”

“I’m trying to get my shopping done while Nathan’s at swim camp.” Dylan gripped the cart. “The kid is a fish.”

“He’s your only child?” Chase pulled up beside Dylan and walked the rest of the way down the frozen food aisle.

“Just one. My partner and I couldn’t decide on another one.” Dylan’s blush deepened. “It’s a long story.”

“But I bet it’s a good one.” Chase missed being able to converse with other adults. The people at the store were okay, but they weren’t Dylan. The spark from the party hadn’t been in his imagination. He and Dylan seemed to be able to talk quite well.

“The story has its good parts, but there are bad parts, too.” Dylan stopped. “How much more do you have to buy?”

“Truth be told, I’m done.” Chase grinned. “I didn’t need much.”

“If you’re done, do you want to grab a cup of coffee? The little shop allows carts. I’ve only got a few more things to get.” Dylan flexed his fingers on the cart handle. The indentation of a wedding ring was evident, but not deep. Divorced? Split up? Chase wanted to know and yet, he didn’t want to ask.

“I’d like that,” Chase said. “I’ll pay for my things while you finish, then meet you at the coffee shop in, what, ten minutes?”

“Sounds good.”

Paying for his items didn’t take the entire ten minutes. For once, the lines at the store moved quickly. Chase tucked his change into his wallet. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d gotten through the line in less than fifteen minutes. He pushed the cart to the coffee shop. Most of the tables were empty and one of the booths was free. He pushed the cart behind the booth and plopped onto the wooden seat.

His skin prickled. Being around Dylan heightened his senses. What was it about the dad that kept him on the edge? He eased his phone from his pocket and switched the ringer to silent. If anyone needed him that bad, they could wait. As he sat there, the salt shaker began to levitate. Oh fuck. He grabbed the glass container and held it to the table top. No, no, no. His powers weren’t allowed to go haywire. They weren’t.

Soul Debt: Paid in Full by @meganslayer #gay #gayromance #dark #pnr

Soul Debt: Paid in Full by Megan Slayer

Number in Series: 1

BIN: 06226-02000

Word Count: 12K

Page Count: 40

Genres: Erotic Romance, Novella, Dark Fantasy, Paranormal

Themes: Gay, Dark Desire

Ever danced with the Devil? I have.

You know how people make deals with God? I made one with the Devil. For what, you ask? A boyfriend. Little did I know, the Devil would not only take me up on the deal, but make it worth both our whiles — just not in the way I’d imagined. Turns out, nothing in my world is what it seemed.

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copyright Megan Slayer 2013

I didn’t have to wonder long. When I woke up, my back ached. I rolled my shoulders and climbed out of bed. Slamming my body into the wall the night before might have had something to do with the overall crappiness I felt and the dull thud in my back. Or maybe it was the reminder that I’d done something so stupid even I didn’t believe I’d done it.

I raked my fingers through my hair, then stopped short. When I touched my scalp, I had a bump. Had I hit my head during the hallway interlude and forgotten? I didn’t think so. The spot didn’t hurt like a goose egg to the noggin might, but I had to be sure. I ran into the bathroom. Adam and Alex had left the room in disarray, so before I could look at my reflection, I had to pick up the damp towels and my wrinkled clothes. Normally I’m a neat freak. A place for everything and everything in its place. Except after last night, nothing seemed in order. I tossed the clothes into the hamper and hung the towels over the railing then checked my head in the mirror. I needed to shave. I don’t mind a little scruff, but too much and I look like I stepped out of an old western movie.

I crinkled my nose and looked at the bump. I expected just a lump under my skin. When I pulled my hair aside, my jaw slackened and I teetered on my feet. My skin was black. Not like a bruise dark, but black. Whatever I’d done, I’d given myself one hell of a wallop. I was smoothing my hair back into place when I noticed the other lump. A twin of the first one. I tipped my head. Two black bumps on my head.

Oh, shit.

No wonder the Devil had said love wouldn’t come the way I wanted. I looked like him! I had devil horns. Okay, so they were small, but they’d get bigger, right? Fuck. I touched the bumps once again. They didn’t seem to hurt, and my hair covered them enough if I raked it forward. I fiddled with my hair. I looked ridiculous, but maybe that would be enough to keep the rest of the world from seeing my twin issues.

Behind me my alarm beeped. Double shit. My shift at the bookstore started at ten. We could wear hats while working, so I grabbed a ball cap. I wouldn’t look like myself, but I didn’t care. No one needed to see the dreaded horns.

I finished getting dressed and sprinted down the block to the bookstore. I loved living a city block from work. Hell, everything I wanted to do was within walking distance. Great for the physique, but shitty for the wallet. I ducked in the back door and swiped my ID card through the reader.

“Nicky.”

One of the problems I’d hoped not to run into. “Heya, Caroline.” I liked her, but she liked me a little more than she should’ve. I’m gay, and she’s not going to change that fact, but I’m sure she wants to.

“Nice hat.” She toyed with the bill. “Didn’t know you followed football.”

“I watch some.” I’d bought the hat for a costume to impress a hot guy at a Halloween party, and the whole thing had backfired. I spent the night talking about how much I loved the San Francisco Giants. That would’ve been fine, except my hat was for the New York Giants. Yeah, not so good.

“Antonio’s filling in for Gina. Something about an interview for the doctorate program.” Caroline shrugged. “Like she’s doctoral material.”

“I don’t know,” I said and grabbed a box of books to shelve. “She knows art history better than anyone. If she’s happy, let her be.”

“You would take her side.” Caroline flounced away from me, her too-tight skirt bunching around her ample hips. If I were straight, I might have gone for her, but I’m not.

I checked the spines of the books. Romance. Great. I didn’t mind reading romance, but when the man of your dreams doesn’t know you exist, well, romance is a non-entity. I peeked over the shelves and sighed. Antonio. The man oozes sex. Nice muscles, black hair dusting his collar, always wearing button-down shirts and those tailored trousers. It’s like he works for a clothing store, but hangs out at the bookstore. I’d love to be half as classy as he looks. Even his old-school glasses, thick black frames with the little silver decoration on the hinge, look sexy on him.

“You’re staring again,” Caroline whispered.

Of all the people I worked with, Antonio was the one I wanted to get with. Yes, the guy was hot, but he didn’t act like he knew it. Maybe that’s what drew me to him — his confidence. He glanced over his shoulder and caught me staring. Instead of looking away or frowning, he grinned.

My heart melted. I’d been fucked by a dirty demon the night before, but seeing Antonio smile made me feel better.

I went back to shelving books and focused on the job. I couldn’t gawk at Antonio all day. The hours flew by. I broke down the cardboard box and heaved it into the recycle bin.

“Hi, Nicky.”

I didn’t have to turn around to know who spoke. “Antonio.”

Soft Alabaster by @meganslayer #gay #gayromance #erotic #pnr @evernightpub

Soft Alabaster by Megan Slayer

Celestial Mates, book 7

Contemporary Paranormal LGBTQ Romance

M/M, Anal Sex, Masturbation

From Evernight Publishing

Art by Jay Aheer

One man out of time and another desperate to share his life with that perfect someone. Can their answers come from a broken curse?

Owen Reed loves his secondhand store, but he’d rather run it with a partner. He’s tired of being lonely and having one-night stands. He wants a love to last forever. When he ends up with a statue of a man in pain, he has no idea how special this statue could be. Is love possible with the pained figure?

Sydney Keeler knows he belongs anywhere but locked in alabaster. When he’s delivered to Owen’s store, the unexpected happens—he can feel Owen’s hands on him. He wants to break free and be with the man with the sparkling blue eyes. Can Owen break the curse? If so, will Owen accept a man who’s been cursed to exist in alabaster? Can they have the love they deserve?

One kiss will determine their fate.

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Sydney hated his pose. God, he’d been in the midst of begging for his life and for Arai’s life to be spared when Zeus cursed them. He hadn’t deserved to be reduced to stone. So, he’d been a terrible lover to Zeus and horrible at his job of guarding him. When he’d signed on to be a protector, he thought it was a joke. He hadn’t realized Zeus really wanted someone to play bodyguard for him. Sydney had been in love with the idea of living on Olympus and protecting a god. He never would’ve guessed Zeus truly demanded monogamy, even when he played around with everyone on the staff.

Good Lord. Who said things like, “I want you to come to Olympus and be my warrior”? No one that Sydney knew, yet he’d followed Zeus to a place that seemed like a dream and better than any fantasy.

Zeus hadn’t been joking.

Then again, Sydney hadn’t believed the silver fox was a true god. Were other gods roaming the earth? According to Zeus, the entire clan of Olympian deity lived there. Sydney hadn’t seen anyone besides Zeus, but he hadn’t been paying attention.

The adventure of living on Olympus was more than enough for him. He loved a good quest, especially if he could be himself. Zeus hadn’t minded he was gay. In fact, Zeus encouraged him to explore his sexuality. He spent his days guarding Zeus and his nights fucking him. All had been well until Sydney met Arai.

Arai had been everything Sydney ever wanted in a man—beautiful, masculine, sexy, and interested in him. He and Sydney guarded Zeus and stole off at night to make love. None of Zeus’s warnings had been enough to prevent him and Arai from getting together.

Sydney had been in love with Arai and felt confident about being out. He could love who he wanted and not be ashamed. He even embraced the idea he’d upset Zeus, but things would work out. They always did—until Zeus didn’t cooperate. He wanted Sydney to be his plaything and belong to no one else.

He winced, although no one could see the gesture. He still remembered the panic in Arai’s eyes when he’d been found guilty of being with Sydney and the pain of losing their relationship.

Now Sydney couldn’t tell anyone about his troubles or his curse. How could he if he couldn’t talk? At least he didn’t have that awful sheet over him and he wasn’t in the musty old house.

His brother, Max, hadn’t appreciated him and his younger brother, Stan, hadn’t wanted him. They had no idea he was locked in the alabaster. All they knew was a sculpture of someone resembling their brother had shown up in the parlor of the family home.

Voices caught his attention. He hadn’t liked when the woman caressed him, but he wanted the man to return. He could gaze at the fellow who seemed to run the shop where he was now housed. He’d been locked in the family parlor, moved to a barn, left in a garage, and then shipped to a house where Max left him in the back room. Now he lived in a “junk shop”—as the younger girl called the place.

The man with the sparkling eyes stood in front of Sydney. “Well, you’re all mine.” He folded his arms. “I’m not sure you’re worth anything, but I’m stuck with you.” His blue eyes flashed and the thin outcropping of hairs on his chin caught the light.  

Heat, like the rush of excitement he felt when he’d first seen Arai, washed over him. Who was this man and why did he seem to kick the temperature up so high?