Embracing His Roar by @meganslayer #sanctuary #meganslayer #gay #gayromance #LGBT #PNR #shifters

Embracing His Roar by Megan Slayer Embracing His Roar

Sanctuary, Book 11

Gay Paranormal Erotic Romance

Novella

From SuperNova Indie Publishing

 

A bobcat who doesn’t think he belongs and a lion who believes he is unlovable…can they make a relationship work?

Avan has made his share of mistakes, but those are in the past. Moving forward means forgiving himself and having a life at the Sanctuary. He wants just one shifter—Oscar. The bobcat shifter soothes his soul and seems to see the best in Avan. But will he want to be with Avan, even after everything Avan’s done?

Oscar’s lusted after Avan since he first saw him. He doesn’t care what Avan’s done because he believes everyone deserves a second chance. But Oscar’s got a past, too. He’d never felt like he belongs, even at the Sanctuary. The one place he feels safe is with Avan.

The odds a bobcat and lion should be together are low, but the passion between them sizzles. Can they find common ground and embrace their roar or will their differences destroy the blossoming relationship?

 

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EXCERPT:

 

He left his seat. “I’m going out. I need some air.” He walked out of the library and collided with a solid wall of man. “What the hell?” He knew the scent wafting around him. Oscar? He met the gaze of the person he’d run into. “Oscar.”

“Hi.” Oscar blushed. “I meant to find you.”

“You did.” He wanted to run his hands all over Oscar. The lion knew the bobcat was there, and he wanted to keep him. The lion yearned to rub his scent all over Oscar. He held back, despite the cat shredding him from the inside.

Oscar opened his mouth three times before he said anything. “Are you going to leave?”

No way in hell. Oscar was there, and he’d take advantage of the situation. “With Markas? Or those two?” He gestured to the library.

Oscar edged his shoulder up in a tiny shrug. “Either.”

Was he trying to be coy? Was that hunger in Oscar’s eyes? Desire? Well, fuck him, yes, it sure looked like desire. Avan nodded to the doorway then brushed past Oscar. The lion hated Avan for making it wait.

“Let’s go to the porch.” His voice cracked. Damn. He didn’t care if Oscar knew he was nervous, but he didn’t want the truth to be so obvious.

“Yeah.” Oscar followed Avan outside. “Phew. It got hot in there. Did they have the heat on? It’s May. Isn’t it too warm out for the heat inside?”

“I doubt they turned on the furnace.” But it was nice to know Oscar was affected, too. Avan had thought he was the only one with a fever. He needed the change in temperature to clear his thoughts. “Here.” He pointed to the swing. “Join me?”

“The guys won’t make fun?” Oscar sat with him. “I’m not exactly popular with them. Ryder even jokes about me, and he’s supposed to be a friend.”

“Why?” Once Avan found out why Ryder had said anything to upset Oscar, he’d give Ryder a new asshole.

“I stuck up for you.” His blush deepened. “He’s a jerk.”

“He is.” He paused. Oscar intrigued him. He hadn’t thought Oscar cared—not enough to say anything. “I’m glad.”

“You’re happy he’s a jerk?” Oscar frowned. “I wish he’d lay off.” He stared at Avan. “Ryder told me I’m attracted to you, and everyone knows. I didn’t know.” He froze, and the color bled from his face. “Shit.”

“What?” He didn’t care who saw them. “Do you like me?” He and his lion wanted the attraction to be mutual. “Oscar?”

“I don’t know.” Oscar sagged in his seat. “Avan.”

Avan faced Oscar and tipped up Oscar’s chin, forcing Oscar to meet his gaze. “I get the feeling you do like me.” He wanted to look into those green eyes forever—especially when he sank deep into Oscar. “But I understand you’re not ready to admit it, and that’s cool.”

“It is?”

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Biting Love By @MeganSlayer #vampires #gayromance #erotic #meganslayer

Biting Love By Megan Slayer 51RNH+8L0YL._SY346_

A Rosie Peaks Crossover Novella

Megan Slayer Publications

M/M, Anal Sex

Vampires

Contemporary, Paranormal

 

Mix one vampire with one human who doesn’t believe in the paranormal and add some sizzle.

Anson wasn’t looking for a partner when he spotted the handsome human, but he’s not about to argue when the mood strikes. He’s got to bring a date to the Halloween bash and Parker fits his bill exactly. Now all he needs to do is convince Parker that vampires truly exist.

Parker is practical, intelligent and a little on the geeky side. He can’t believe his eyes—a handsome man has not only hit on him, but asked him out…to a masquerade ball. He doesn’t believe in vampires, but Anson wears his Dracula costume a bit too well.

Can these two find love and trust after all or will the sparks only last until the dawn?

 

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EXCERPT: ©2017 Megan Slayer, All Rights Reserved

 

“Okay, then where’s your boyfriend?”

“Don’t have one.” Not since Seth dumped him a year ago. Seth wanted to sleep around and Parker wanted monogamy. According to Seth, gay men couldn’t be monogamous. The asshole. Parker tried to get him back, but Seth never called him again.

“You should.” Anson grasped Parker’s hand. “But it makes this so much easier.”

“Me? I? What?” Oh Jesus, he had to stop talking. He made no sense and he could’ve sworn Anson wanted to kiss him.

“It’s rather difficult to ask someone out if they’ve already got a date or boyfriend.” Anson scooted he chair around the table until he sat next to Parker. “Right?”

“You’re asking me out?” He must’ve heard Anson wrong and understood the wrong vibes. “Really?”

“Of course…unless you don’t want to.” Anson trailed his fingers down the back of Parker’s neck. His eyes shimmered. “Not interested?”

“I…yes.” Christ. Start going for what you want, Parker. “I’d like a date. Yes. But I need some time. I mean—not tonight.” Shit. He was fucking up the plan. “I mean…”

“I’m pretty free. What works for you?”

“Uh…I need to get this paper down. But I’ve got time around lunch tomorrow. If I can get this turned in before tomorrow night, I’ll be free for Halloween. Would lunch work? Then if you don’t like me, we’re not committed to a night date?” He’d just talked himself out of a date. Shit.

“No good. I’m…in a class at lunch.” Anson draped his arm across the back of Parker’s chair. “I’m better at night.”

“Oh.” Anson didn’t strike him as a college student. “Which class? I could meet you at your building afterward.”

“Uh…it’s off campus at the sculpture building at the old farm.” Anson nodded. “You know, all of those power tools and bending machines. They can’t have it too close to campus in case one of the artists does something crazy.”

“I doubt that.” He turned in his seat to face Anson. “The worst you could do is burn down the building, but why? Performance art? Nah. You’re all careful. It’s a reason to be out there.” He wanted to touch Anson and prove to himself the man was real. He rested his forearms on his thighs instead. “I’ve never been to the arts building out there, so I wouldn’t know too much about it.”

“Oh? Why not?”

“No wheels.” Embarrassment washed over him. If his dorky personality wasn’t enough to push Anson away, his lack of a car would be the topper. “I had to sell my car to make my tuition payment. My job at the front desk at the student housing complex was cut.”

“That’s awful.” Anson didn’t pull away. He kept caressing Parker’s biceps.

“Unless I can find a sugar daddy or get some cash flowing from my writing, I’ll have to get a part time job over at the burger joint across from the student center. It’s not a bad job, but I’d rather be writing.” He smiled to hide how he felt—embarrassed, dejected, screwed over. He had to get more positivity into his life, but damn it. Life kept throwing him curveballs.

“You never told me what you write.” Anson wriggled his eyebrows. “Anything juicy?”

“No.” Here he wanted to be a writer and he hadn’t self-promoted. Bad Parker. “Science fiction with a little paranormal mixed in. It really depends on the day and my mood. I’ve got one about aliens invading the earth and this one is more paranormal.”

“Really?” Anson smiled.

Parker couldn’t read his expression. “You don’t like it? Too out there for you?”

“No, I’m fascinated.”

“You are?”

 

Cover Reveal ~ Soft Bronze by @MeganSlayer #evernightpub #gayromance @jayaheer #coverart #reveal #gay #romance #m/m

I’ve got a brand new cover to show you and I can’t wait any longer. It’s a fabulous cover by Jay Aheer. Check out the fabulous cover for Soft Bronze, book two in the Celestial Mates series!! Coming out next week!!

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Rescuing Markas by @meganslayer #sanctuary #book1 #gayromance #lions #lionshifters #pnr #romance

Rescuing Markas by Megan Slayer MARKAS

Sanctuary, Book 1

Resplendence Publishing

Contemporary, Paranormal

Novella

M/M, Anal Sex

 

An AllRomance Ebooks Bestseller!

 

The love of his life will bring out his roar.

John Dallas has lots of money, but no real direction in his life. He cares for lions at a local petting zoo where people can pay to pet the cubs. He’s heard stories and read about shifters—creatures who can shift from an animal form into a human form. Seeing the lions makes him wonder if those lions can shift. When he witnesses an act of cruelty to the lions, he finds his purpose in life—to save the lions.

Markas knows he can shift, but hasn’t yet. He’s fascinated by John and wants to shift in order to get to know the human better. But lions don’t last at the petting zoo past their third birthday. Once he’s at the age of being moved, he’ll lose his chance with John. Will John accept him his his human form? He’s determined to shift and snag the man of his dreams.

What will happen when the shifter and the human are thrown together by fate? White hot sparks.

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EXCERPT:

©Megan Slayer, 2015, All Rights Reserved

John’s breath clogged in his throat. He’d gotten three of the four lions out of the enclosure and into the adjacent farm, but Markas hadn’t made it past the hole in the metal fence. Fuck.

“Joe, I need your help. Now.” He didn’t wait for his brother to answer. “I’m getting the sheet and tossing him onto it. Not the best way to move a lion, but this one is a sweet boy, and he’s hurt. I can’t let the hunters have him.” Don’t let the bullet be in his chest or his head, he thought. Let them have hit him somewhere that’s not life-threatening.

“You tell me when to pull and I’ll do it.” Joe appeared at the hole. “I’ll keep watch.”

John scrambled around the cat, hefting the animal’s legs onto the sheet and then moving his upper body to the sheet as well. Gunfire rang out over his head, making him wince. He’d never been in combat and knew he wasn’t meant for a soldier’s life, but if he could save the beautiful animal, he’d take a few gunshots whizzing past his head.

Let’s just hope they don’t connect with me, too. “Pull. Joe, pull,” John shouted. With his brother’s help, John managed to get the cat to the hole in the fence.

“He’s heavy,” Joe groaned. “I’ve got him, but damn. What are you going to do with him? He’s been shot?”

“I know. I’ve got Willow Needs coming over. She’s a trained veterinarian.” John yanked one last time, getting the lion through the fence. Once they were all safe, he shoved the planks back into place. “There.” He turned his attention to Joe. “She’s been lobbying since high school to get this place shut down. She’s all onboard to help us.”

“Good,” Joe replied.

John checked the wound. Whoever had shot the cat had managed to hit the target but hadn’t buried the bullet deep. Still, the hole was high on the lion’s hip. They’d need to get him to the barn soon.

“I’ve got the others on the trailer. They went pretty easily.” Joe stood beside John. “Ready to put him in the truck?”

When John glanced up at his brother, Joe’s eyes were wide. “What?” John asked.

Joe opened and closed his mouth a couple of times before he spoke. “I don’t think we’ll need the trailer for him.”

John looked back at the covered-up hole. No one was trying to get through. “What is your problem?”

“Your lion is a guy.”

“What?” John stared at his brother. “Did you get hit on the head? He’s a lion.”

“Look.” Joe pointed to the big cat, except the cat wasn’t one any longer. Joe was right. A man lay crumpled against John’s hip.

John met his brother’s confused gaze. He had plenty of his own questions. Some of the lions at the petting zoo really were shifters. Dear God, they’d been bred so many times. It was possible some used for the canned hunts could’ve been shifters, too.

His stomach lurched.

“I’ve never seen one in person, but we’ve got a shifter.”

 

What’s Popular and What’s Not – What We’re Told to Like with @wendizwaduk #Iamwatchingmovies #movies #popular

I love to watch movies. Love to. If there’s a movie that’s a little off beat, then I’m there. I want to see it. One that comes to mind right away is Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. It takes some doing to watch the movie. It’s strange. It’s different and you either like it or you don’t. Another movie like that is Stranger Than Fiction. Will Ferrell’s life is taken over by a writer. The moment he gives his lady love the ‘flours’ because she bakes… it just gets me. It’s a different movie. Will Ferrell isn’t playing for laughs. The same thing goes for Eternal Sunshine. Jim Carey isn’t going for the silly laughs.

I just watched Eternal Sunshine yesterday and it got me thinking about movies. It’s marketing. The studios want us to see the movies. Obviously. They make money when we go to the movies. But they know which ones to push hardcore. Tying into fast food kid meals, freebies given away if you attend the movie, free tickets, product marketing – buy this gum and you can earn points for tickets – things like that. They want us to see certain movies.

When The Conspirator came out, I had no idea the movie was out. I only heard about it because it was up for awards and Robert Redford directed it. Otherwise…it might have disappeared, at least for me. The Beguiled comes to mind, too. It’s a dark, Gothic movie that I wouldn’t have watched, had it not been for Colin Farrell. Okay, I admit it. He was the draw. Him in period clothes…yeah, I’m there. But the movie was good. There were commercials for it, but they were…odd. I didn’t get the main idea of the movie from them. Odd, right?

I guess that’s why I’m odd, too. I like what no one else tends to like. I write for me and hope the readers like what I’ve written. I don’t like to write to trend. Careless Whisper, below, doesn’t really belong to a trend or category. It’s a ghost story, but it’s a love story, too. It’s odd and strange and I love it. Maybe that’s because I’m a little odd, a little strange and I’m happy that way. I don’t know. What do you think?

Here’s a little bit about Careless Whisper:

Careless Whisper by Wendi Zwaduk carelesswhisper_800

Paranormal, Contemporary

From Totally Bound

Novella

M/F, Anal Sex

 

He’s her kinkiest desire, if she’s willing to open her heart and believe in him.
The dead don’t always rest in peace. Some stick around to make the lives of the living hell on Earth. Ryan Black knows the frustration of dealing with the dead. He’s a Ghost Explorer. He’s conquered houses filled with apparitions, abandoned school buildings that house angry vermin, and managed to woo the female population of Snake Falls, Ohio. But he’s about to face his toughest challenge—convincing skeptical Samara Jacobs she not only shares his gift, but holds his heart.
Women fall at Ryan Black’s feet and Samara’s determined not to be one of the many—that is until she’s forced to work with him. He’s certain ghosts exist and willing to prove it. As she gets to know the man behind the television persona, she decides the handsome klutz who chases things that go bump in the night isn’t so silly after all. But is he worthy of her love?

Reader Advisory: This book contains anal sex and a little harmless domination.

Publisher’s Note: The other books in this world is Miss Me Baby.

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Halloween Festivities and the Pass of Time…Plus Vampires with @MeganSlayer #vampires #novella #gayromance #halloween

Halloween is sort of a bittersweet time of year for me. It’s the changing of the season. The leaves are starting to fall, the temps are cooler and I can break out the comforter again. It’s when the decorations start coming out and everything looks festive…if not a little creepy. I love it.

I’m a cool weather kid. Not COLD weather, but cool. I like when I can snuggle up. I’d rather be chilled than sweating any day.

But this time of year is bittersweet, like I said. The sports season my family takes part in, cross country, is mainly over by Halloween. The weather is a tad too chilly for running, although they still do get out there. But it’s the end of the season. Another year done. One year closer to when I don’t have an athlete in the house. Boo.

Then there’s the change in attitude. We used to carve pumpkins and trick or treat. Pumpkin carving should still take place, but I’m the one usually doing it. No one else wants to handle the muck. Ha ha. But the trick or treating… I never thought there was a time when you were too old to T-or-T. As long as you’re not causing trouble and you’re having fun… I don’t see an issue. But there are rules restricting the age of some T-or-T-ers around where I live. So my family doesn’t T-orT any longer. Nope. I buy a chunk of fudge, usually peanut butter fudge for the manchildren to devour and maybe a box of chocolate covered strawberries for me and that’s it. Kind of sad. No candy to last forever. No candy-fest the night of Halloween.

So what do we do instead? A Halloween run, of course. I’m not much of a runner. My knees can’t handle it. I used to dance in high school and one too many connections with the concrete floor did more damage than I’d like to admit. But I try to run. I get out there. My family, though, they are the runners.

Instead of a big bag of candy, they’ll get yet another drawstring bag, but also the thrill of accomplishing a run. The thrill of making great time and having fun while sweating in costume. I’ll be there, dressed as Wendy from Peter Pan and cheering. Why not? It’ll be a good time.

But that’s why this season is bittersweet. We’ve gone from costumes and T-or-T to running. The scare factor is still there, but it’s also included with thumping shoes and getting up at the butt crack of dawn to hustle. Could be worse. Could be no Halloween at my house at all. I’m okay with the change. I’m getting used to it. We’ll watch scary movies, a few not so scary ones and the Garfield Halloween Special. I’ll do their makeup for the run and we’ll do a lot of laughing. It’ll be worth it.

Besides, I still have my black cat decorations all over and my scary vampire obsession. Speaking of vampires…

Biting Love By Megan Slayer A Rosie Peaks Crossover Novella

Megan Slayer Publications

M/M, Anal Sex

Vampires

Contemporary, Paranormal

Mix one vampire with one human who doesn’t believe in the paranormal and add some sizzle.

Anson wasn’t looking for a partner when he spotted the handsome human, but he’s not about to argue when the mood strikes. He’s got to bring a date to the Halloween bash and Parker fits his bill exactly. Now all he needs to do is convince Parker that vampires truly exist.

Parker is practical, intelligent and a little on the geeky side. He can’t believe his eyes—a handsome man has not only hit on him, but asked him out…to a masquerade ball. He doesn’t believe in vampires, but Anson wears his Dracula costume a bit too well.

Can these two find love and trust after all or will the sparks only last until the dawn?

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Writing and Black and White Movies with @MeganSlayer #inspiration #writing #B&Wmovies

When I’m writing, there are a few things I love to have making noise for me. I’m that kind of writer who can’t concentrate without movies or music playing. I’ve always been like that. I get in phases, too. I get where I want nothing but music while I’m writing. No pictures. Just tunes. Then other times I’ll get into a phase where I want music and words while I’m writing. It’s a quirk of mine. Sometimes I want those movies to be documentaries…you know, stuff that features biographies, or stories about real people. Other times I just want fantasy. Then there are the quirky moments when I want black and white movies. I know a lot of them are schlocky. A lot of them are rehashed, too. But that doesn’t matter. For the most part, there’s a happy ending. That’s what I want. I want the bad guys to get theirs, the good guys to get the girl or guy and to feel satisfied when I’m done with the movie. There are a few exceptions.

I swore up and down I’d never watch “Goodbye, Mr. Chips”, but I did. It wasn’t the ending I thought it should be, but I saw why the movie won awards. Then I watched “Now, Voyager”. I’ve got a soft spot for Bette Davis, but this movie had a few things that bothered me–like when Davis took the little girl out for a camping trip. Not her own daughter and then she told the asylum she’d like to keep her longer… Um that wouldn’t happen nowadays. But the story was interesting. And it was Bette Davis!

Now I’m down to the wire on a couple of deadlines. I need to get these books done. Not because the publisher will say something, but because NaNo is coming and I want a clean calendar to start the month off right. So I’m off to find another black and white movie…”Casablanca” sounds good…so I can hit my deadlines.

In the meantime, how about a snippet from my latest release, Biting Love? Here you go!

Biting Love By Megan Slayer 

A Rosie Peaks Crossover Novella

Megan Slayer Publications

M/M, Anal Sex

Vampires

Contemporary, Paranormal

 

Mix one vampire with one human who doesn’t believe in the paranormal and add some sizzle.

Anson wasn’t looking for a partner when he spotted the handsome human, but he’s not about to argue when the mood strikes. He’s got to bring a date to the Halloween bash and Parker fits his bill exactly. Now all he needs to do is convince Parker that vampires truly exist.

Parker is practical, intelligent and a little on the geeky side. He can’t believe his eyes—a handsome man has not only hit on him, but asked him out…to a masquerade ball. He doesn’t believe in vampires, but Anson wears his Dracula costume a bit too well.

Can these two find love and trust after all or will the sparks only last until the dawn?

 

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EXCERPT: ©2017 Megan Slayer, All Rights Reserved

“Okay, then where’s your boyfriend?”

“Don’t have one.” Not since Seth dumped him a year ago. Seth wanted to sleep around and Parker wanted monogamy. According to Seth, gay men couldn’t be monogamous. The asshole. Parker tried to get him back, but Seth never called him again.

“You should.” Anson grasped Parker’s hand. “But it makes this so much easier.”

“Me? I? What?” Oh Jesus, he had to stop talking. He made no sense and he could’ve sworn Anson wanted to kiss him.

“It’s rather difficult to ask someone out if they’ve already got a date or boyfriend.” Anson scooted he chair around the table until he sat next to Parker. “Right?”

“You’re asking me out?” He must’ve heard Anson wrong and understood the wrong vibes. “Really?”

“Of course…unless you don’t want to.” Anson trailed his fingers down the back of Parker’s neck. His eyes shimmered. “Not interested?”

“I…yes.” Christ. Start going for what you want, Parker. “I’d like a date. Yes. But I need some time. I mean—not tonight.” Shit. He was fucking up the plan. “I mean…”

“I’m pretty free. What works for you?”

“Uh…I need to get this paper down. But I’ve got time around lunch tomorrow. If I can get this turned in before tomorrow night, I’ll be free for Halloween. Would lunch work? Then if you don’t like me, we’re not committed to a night date?” He’d just talked himself out of a date. Shit.

“No good. I’m…in a class at lunch.” Anson draped his arm across the back of Parker’s chair. “I’m better at night.”

“Oh.” Anson didn’t strike him as a college student. “Which class? I could meet you at your building afterward.”

“Uh…it’s off campus at the sculpture building at the old farm.” Anson nodded. “You know, all of those power tools and bending machines. They can’t have it too close to campus in case one of the artists does something crazy.”

“I doubt that.” He turned in his seat to face Anson. “The worst you could do is burn down the building, but why? Performance art? Nah. You’re all careful. It’s a reason to be out there.” He wanted to touch Anson and prove to himself the man was real. He rested his forearms on his thighs instead. “I’ve never been to the arts building out there, so I wouldn’t know too much about it.”

“Oh? Why not?”

“No wheels.” Embarrassment washed over him. If his dorky personality wasn’t enough to push Anson away, his lack of a car would be the topper. “I had to sell my car to make my tuition payment. My job at the front desk at the student housing complex was cut.”

“That’s awful.” Anson didn’t pull away. He kept caressing Parker’s biceps.

“Unless I can find a sugar daddy or get some cash flowing from my writing, I’ll have to get a part time job over at the burger joint across from the student center. It’s not a bad job, but I’d rather be writing.” He smiled to hide how he felt—embarrassed, dejected, screwed over. He had to get more positivity into his life, but damn it. Life kept throwing him curveballs.

“You never told me what you write.” Anson wriggled his eyebrows. “Anything juicy?”

“No.” Here he wanted to be a writer and he hadn’t self-promoted. Bad Parker. “Science fiction with a little paranormal mixed in. It really depends on the day and my mood. I’ve got one about aliens invading the earth and this one is more paranormal.”

“Really?” Anson smiled.

Parker couldn’t read his expression. “You don’t like it? Too out there for you?”

“No, I’m fascinated.”

“You are?”

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