Shattered by @meganslayer #romance #historical #gay #gayromance #pnr @changelingpress

Shattered by Megan Slayer

Start Me Up series

Set in Stone Series

Changeling Press

Recent Historical, (1979-80), Paranormal, Sci-Fi/Fantasy

M/M, Anal Sex, Masturbation

Short Story (20,000 words)

Could dying truly be the way to living your best life?

Danny Todd thought he had it all — the life, the job and the perfect partner in Eric. But every relationship has its struggles. Eric knows the dark spots in Danny’s past. He knows everything about him. Danny doesn’t want to split, but the romance has hit a rough stretch.

In the summer of 1980, the worst happens. Eric is the victim of a random shooting. He knows there’s one way he can to get back to Danny, but it’s risky. If he can return, as a robot, he knows he can fix their relationship and make it stronger.

But Danny doesn’t believe in magic… not yet.

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Eric rubbed his forehead. Danny didn’t want to discuss anything metaphysical, anything paranormal… none of it. He didn’t believe. The tips of Eric’s ears heated, and his skin itched. He hated when Danny got irritated in front of their friends. He loved Danny more than anything, but sometimes the guy wouldn’t listen.

“It wasn’t bullshit,” Steve said. He lowered his voice. “The cancer was real. You saw me cough up blood. You saw the sores. I didn’t make that up.”

“I know.” Eric sighed. He waited for Danny to duck into the bathroom. “But he doesn’t think you came back.”

“He wouldn’t believe Bob, either.” Chris leaned back in his seat. “I didn’t believe. I mean, I got a letter and couldn’t open it right away. It hurt too much to lose Steve and when I finally read the letter, I didn’t think it was real. I mean, Jesus. The letter seemed to be from Steve and telling me to go to a shop. Then I go there and there’s a robot that looks just like Steve. It was uncanny.”

“How did you know it was him?” Eric needed to know everything. The concept of reincarnation fascinated him.

“I just did.” Chris shrugged. “It’s hard to explain. He knew things someone reading about me wouldn’t know. He had the mole on his ribs, the scar on his hip… He knew where to touch me. As much as I wanted to think it was, as Danny said, bullshit, my heart knew better.”

“Is that how it all came together?” Eric asked.

“It’s a spell. By falling in love with me, like he’d been before, he broke the spell and allowed me to live again,” Steve said. “I don’t suggest going through the spell a bunch of times or trying to die to have it enacted, but it gave us the second chance we needed.”

“Cancer didn’t win.” Chris patted Steve’s thigh. “We did.”

“God.” Danny strode back into the room. “Too mushy and a load of crap. Spells don’t exist and neither does reincarnation.”

“You don’t mean you wouldn’t want to come back if you died?” Steve asked. “You wouldn’t want a second chance to be everything you’re not right now?”

“No because it’s not something that happens.” Danny sat beside him again. “People don’t come back, and robots don’t turn into people. This isn’t Pinocchio.”

Eric toyed with his wine glass. “Sorry.” Embarrassment threatened to swallow him whole. Danny didn’t open up often, especially if something scared him, and that left Eric to clean up the mess when Danny spoke his mind.

“We need to go. I’ve got work in the morning,” Danny said. “If I don’t show up at the gym, then the kids won’t have anyone to monitor their basketball games.”

Eric finished his wine, then stood. “Can I take these to the kitchen for you?” He scooped up his glass and Danny’s, then nodded to the adjacent room.

“Sure.” Chris stood. He rubbed his hands on his jeans legs, then followed Eric into the kitchen.

Eric rinsed the glasses in the sink. “Thanks for the conversation this evening. I enjoyed myself.”

“Welcome,” Chris said. “I know it seems farfetched and hard to believe. But if something happens to Danny or you and you want to come back, consider Start Me Up.”

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.

Available at:

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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…

Sunshine of Your Love by @wendizwaduk #recenthistorical #historical #mf #romance #secondchances #militaryromance

Sunshine of Your Love by Wendi Zwaduk

Recent Historical, M/F, Spanking

Novella (67 pgs)

Totally Bound

It’s 1970. The world is in upheaval. Can two people really make a difference and find love at the same time?

Noel Flynt signed up for the Army to carry out his family duty. He never expected the travesties of Vietnam to take their toll on him. He’s coming back to the world he thought he knew. With everything changing around him, he’s going to have to learn he can’t live in the past.

Cindy Stephens couldn’t wait for Noel to return. She sees the man within the uniform and has loved him for as long as she can remember. But times have changed. She’s not the timid school girl any longer. Can she accept his changes, too?

The only constants are time and love.

Reader Advisory – Contains one war hero, the woman who loves him, lots of hot sex, with a little spanking mixed in for good measure.

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Excerpt ©Wendi Zwaduk, 2013, All Rights Reserved
“You tired?”  
“No.”             
“Good. I’m not either.” Noel got up from the chair and pulled her into his lap as he sat down on the bed. He situated her legs on either side of his and hiked up her skirt. He removed the elastic from her hair and ran his fingers through the downy strands. “Now about your request.”             
“You don’t want to.” She scooted back on his lap. “Really, don’t patronize me.”             
“You use big words to cut me down.” He threaded his fingers in her hair and tugged slightly, bringing her close. “Sunshine, I very much want to make love to you.”            
 “I’m not her and you love—”            
 Noel kissed the response from her mouth. Love wasn’t in his cards, but satisfying Cindy all night? That was a different story. He breathed in the scent of her perfume, something flowery and light. He brushed his fingers down her bare arm. Her soft skin reminded him of silk.             
Cindy scratched her nails on his shirt and broke the kiss. Her chest heaved with each breath. He cupped one hand behind her head and used his other hand to slip the strap of her dress down her shoulder. The upper swell of her breast came into view. He kissed the soft spot behind her ear and worked his way down her throat.             
Each of her whimpers and sighs imprinted itself on his heart. She affected him more than the champagne. He licked and nibbled along her collarbone. Her pulse thrummed beneath his lips. He moved the other strap low on her arm. Cindy wriggled free from the elastic bodice of her sundress and put her arms around him. Heat from her pussy sent a fever through his body.
“Sweet Jesus.” He leaned back, drawing her flush against his body. “I need you.”

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

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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Sunshine of Your Love by @WendiZwaduk #recenthistorical #mf #veteran #military #romance

Sunshine of Your Love by Wendi Zwaduk

Historical

M/F, Erotic Romance

Total-E-Bound Publishing

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It’s 1970. The world is in upheaval. Can two people really make a difference and find love at the same time?

Noel Flynt signed up for the Army to carry out his family duty. He never expected the travesties of Vietnam to take their toll on him. He’s coming back to the world he thought he knew, but with everything changing around him, he’s going to have to learn he can’t live in the past.

Cindy Stephens couldn’t wait for Noel to return. She sees the man within the uniform and has loved him for as long as she can remember. But times have changed. She’s not the timid schoolgirl any longer. Can she accept his changes, too?
The only constants are time and love.

Reader Advisory: This book contains one war hero, the woman who loves him, lots of hot sex, with a little spanking mixed in for good measure.

EXCERPT:

“Hey.” He cupped her chin. “If I learned nothing else over there, it’s that tomorrow is never guaranteed.” Noel wiped away one of her tears with the pad of his thumb. “I can’t say I’m not sorry she dumped me this way. Things probably wouldn’t have worked out, but I sure as shit wish Sophie had had the balls to tell me herself in person.”

“You don’t mean that.” Cindy scooted closer to him. “You two were the perfect pair.” Saying the words out loud hurt.

“I am far from perfect and I’m positive Sophie and I wouldn’t have had a future together. What she wants is now nothing like what I want.” Noel tapped her nose with his index finger, like he had when she was a child. “I’m not sorry and I’m not surprised. Sophie can’t handle things when the shit hits the fan. She wants the easy way out. I just hope the poor asshole knows what he’s gotten himself into.” He kissed her ring finger. “This looks better on your hand, like it’s supposed to be there.”

She touched his cheek, loving the scratch of day-old whiskers against the tips of her fingers. “Thank you.”

“That’s why you have it now.” He tilted his wrist. “My watch says it’s nearly seven. Why don’t we get out of this parking garage? Are you hungry? I’m starving. We could grab a late supper and talk.”

“Sure.” She cleared her throat. “Why don’t you drive?”

Noel offered his hand. “Yeah?” He helped her off the trunk of the car, but didn’t back up. The hem of her dress caught on his jeans leg, exposing most of her thigh. She wriggled to cover herself up, but he stopped her again. “Been a long time since I’ve seen something so sexy.” He smoothed the fabric, palming her thigh on the way down. “A long time.”

His lips parted and his breath warmed her skin. The musk of his cologne wrapped around her, enveloping her in his strength and masculinity. She placed her hands on his chest. His pulse thrummed under her hand. If she bounced on the balls of her feet, she’d be able to kiss him. His words came back to her. Tomorrow is never guaranteed. Then she’d take her chance today.

Cindy licked her bottom lip then captured his mouth in a kiss. Noel hummed and curled his arms around her waist. He tightened his grasp, holding her flush against his body. His erection jabbed into her stomach. Heat from him radiated along her nerve endings. His tongue tangled with hers. Feeling bold, she sucked on his tongue and ground her hips on his thigh. If they hadn’t been in the middle of the parking garage, she’d gladly have helped him initiate her trunk lid.

Noel pulled away first. A predatory look filled his brown eyes. “Get in the car.”

HOT EXCERPT:

Noel stood and shoved his pants and boxers to the floor, then fumbled on the floor for his wallet. He tore the foil packet and sheathed himself. He couldn’t remember why he had the rubber, but he appreciated it being there in the clinch. He crawled on top of her. “Relax, breathe and look at me. I’ll try to make this wonderful. Hug me, dig your nails in, whatever you need to take the edge off.”

He rubbed his cockhead over her clit, eliciting another groan from her. Her lips parted and her puffed breath tickled his cheeks. Noel palmed her breast and nudged the blunt tip of his cock into her pussy. Her eyes widened and she cried out. Damn. He’d figured sex would hurt the first time. Hell. He moved slower and murmured in her ear.

“Yes, Sunshine. God, yes.” He pushed a little more, seating himself fully within her, and stopped.

“Hurts,” she whispered. Her nails bit into his back.

Noel pulled out and moved a little, balancing himself on one hand and his knees. “Enough?”

Cindy shook her head. “Feels better. Fuck me.”

“Such dirty words.” Noel kissed her and added another light thrust. “You fit around me like perfection.” His balls drew tight. God, he’d blow in moments.

“Harder. Doesn’t hurt as much. Please?” Cindy hooked her ankles together at the small of his back.

Noel kept himself in check, but increased the speed of his thrusts. Each time he withdrew, her walls pulled him back in. He let go of her breast and planted both hands, one on either side of her head. Cindy whimpered and worked her pussy over his cock. Her body went taut and her fingers clamped around his arms. He groaned and emptied his seed into the condom. A thought crossed his mind. If she were truly his, the condom wouldn’t be necessary.

Cindy went limp and stared up at him with glassy eyes. Her eyelids drooped and a sleepy smile formed on her lips. She touched his cheek. “I love you.”

Start Me Up by @MeganSlayer #gay #gayromance #setinstone #changelingpress @changelingpress #historical

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.

Available at:

Changeling Press: http://changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=2504

BN: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/start-me-up-megan-slayer/1124207618?ean=2940156712458

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01J6XINHI/

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All rights reserved.
Copyright ©2016 Megan Slayer

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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…

Sunshine of Your Love by @wendizwaduk #recenthistorical #historical #military #romance

Sunshine of Your Love by Wendi Zwaduk

Recent Historical, M/F, Spanking

Novella (67 pgs)

Totally Bound

It’s 1970. The world is in upheaval. Can two people really make a difference and find love at the same time?

Noel Flynt signed up for the Army to carry out his family duty. He never expected the travesties of Vietnam to take their toll on him. He’s coming back to the world he thought he knew. With everything changing around him, he’s going to have to learn he can’t live in the past.

Cindy Stephens couldn’t wait for Noel to return. She sees the man within the uniform and has loved him for as long as she can remember. But times have changed. She’s not the timid school girl any longer. Can she accept his changes, too?

The only constants are time and love.

Reader Advisory – Contains one war hero, the woman who loves him, lots of hot sex, with a little spanking mixed in for good measure.

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“You tired?”
 
“No.”    
         
“Good. I’m not either.” Noel got up from the chair and pulled her into his lap as he sat down on the bed. He situated her legs on either side of his and hiked up her skirt. He removed the elastic from her hair and ran his fingers through the downy strands. “Now about your request.”

“You don’t want to.” She scooted back on his lap. “Really, don’t patronize me.”
            
“You use big words to cut me down.” He threaded his fingers in her hair and tugged slightly, bringing her close. “Sunshine, I very much want to make love to you.”             

“I’m not her and you love—”             

Noel kissed the response from her mouth. Love wasn’t in his cards, but satisfying Cindy all night? That was a different story. He breathed in the scent of her perfume, something flowery and light. He brushed his fingers down her bare arm. Her soft skin reminded him of silk.

Cindy scratched her nails on his shirt and broke the kiss. Her chest heaved with each breath. He cupped one hand behind her head and used his other hand to slip the strap of her dress down her shoulder. The upper swell of her breast came into view. He kissed the soft spot behind her ear and worked his way down her throat.            

 Each of her whimpers and sighs imprinted itself on his heart. She affected him more than the champagne. He licked and nibbled along her collarbone. Her pulse thrummed beneath his lips. He moved the other strap low on her arm. Cindy wriggled free from the elastic bodice of her sundress and put her arms around him. Heat from her pussy sent a fever through his body.             

“Sweet Jesus.” He leaned back, drawing her flush against his body. “I need you.”

Sunshine of Your Love by @WendiZwaduk #historical #erotic #romance #recenthistorical #hotread

Sunshine of Your Love by Wendi Zwaduk SUNSHINE (2)

Recent Historical

M/F, Erotic Romance

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It’s 1970. The world is in upheaval. Can two people really make a difference and find love at the same time?

Noel Flynt signed up for the Army to carry out his family duty. He never expected the travesties of Vietnam to take their toll on him. He’s coming back to the world he thought he knew, but with everything changing around him, he’s going to have to learn he can’t live in the past.

Cindy Stephens couldn’t wait for Noel to return. She sees the man within the uniform and has loved him for as long as she can remember. But times have changed. She’s not the timid schoolgirl any longer. Can she accept his changes, too?
The only constants are time and love.

Reader Advisory: This book contains one war hero, the woman who loves him, lots of hot sex, with a little spanking mixed in for good measure.

EXCERPT:

“Hey.” He cupped her chin. “If I learned nothing else over there, it’s that tomorrow is never guaranteed.” Noel wiped away one of her tears with the pad of his thumb. “I can’t say I’m not sorry she dumped me this way. Things probably wouldn’t have worked out, but I sure as shit wish Sophie had had the balls to tell me herself in person.”

“You don’t mean that.” Cindy scooted closer to him. “You two were the perfect pair.” Saying the words out loud hurt.

“I am far from perfect and I’m positive Sophie and I wouldn’t have had a future together. What she wants is now nothing like what I want.” Noel tapped her nose with his index finger, like he had when she was a child. “I’m not sorry and I’m not surprised. Sophie can’t handle things when the shit hits the fan. She wants the easy way out. I just hope the poor asshole knows what he’s gotten himself into.” He kissed her ring finger. “This looks better on your hand, like it’s supposed to be there.”

She touched his cheek, loving the scratch of day-old whiskers against the tips of her fingers. “Thank you.”

“That’s why you have it now.” He tilted his wrist. “My watch says it’s nearly seven. Why don’t we get out of this parking garage? Are you hungry? I’m starving. We could grab a late supper and talk.”

“Sure.” She cleared her throat. “Why don’t you drive?”

Noel offered his hand. “Yeah?” He helped her off the trunk of the car, but didn’t back up. The hem of her dress caught on his jeans leg, exposing most of her thigh. She wriggled to cover herself up, but he stopped her again. “Been a long time since I’ve seen something so sexy.” He smoothed the fabric, palming her thigh on the way down. “A long time.”

His lips parted and his breath warmed her skin. The musk of his cologne wrapped around her, enveloping her in his strength and masculinity. She placed her hands on his chest. His pulse thrummed under her hand. If she bounced on the balls of her feet, she’d be able to kiss him. His words came back to her. Tomorrow is never guaranteed. Then she’d take her chance today.

Cindy licked her bottom lip then captured his mouth in a kiss. Noel hummed and curled his arms around her waist. He tightened his grasp, holding her flush against his body. His erection jabbed into her stomach. Heat from him radiated along her nerve endings. His tongue tangled with hers. Feeling bold, she sucked on his tongue and ground her hips on his thigh. If they hadn’t been in the middle of the parking garage, she’d gladly have helped him initiate her trunk lid.

Noel pulled away first. A predatory look filled his brown eyes. “Get in the car.”

 

HOT EXCERPT:

Noel stood and shoved his pants and boxers to the floor, then fumbled on the floor for his wallet. He tore the foil packet and sheathed himself. He couldn’t remember why he had the rubber, but he appreciated it being there in the clinch. He crawled on top of her. “Relax, breathe and look at me. I’ll try to make this wonderful. Hug me, dig your nails in, whatever you need to take the edge off.”

He rubbed his cockhead over her clit, eliciting another groan from her. Her lips parted and her puffed breath tickled his cheeks. Noel palmed her breast and nudged the blunt tip of his cock into her pussy. Her eyes widened and she cried out. Damn. He’d figured sex would hurt the first time. Hell. He moved slower and murmured in her ear.

“Yes, Sunshine. God, yes.” He pushed a little more, seating himself fully within her, and stopped.

“Hurts,” she whispered. Her nails bit into his back.

Noel pulled out and moved a little, balancing himself on one hand and his knees. “Enough?”

Cindy shook her head. “Feels better. Fuck me.”

“Such dirty words.” Noel kissed her and added another light thrust. “You fit around me like perfection.” His balls drew tight. God, he’d blow in moments.

“Harder. Doesn’t hurt as much. Please?” Cindy hooked her ankles together at the small of his back.

Noel kept himself in check, but increased the speed of his thrusts. Each time he withdrew, her walls pulled him back in. He let go of her breast and planted both hands, one on either side of her head. Cindy whimpered and worked her pussy over his cock. Her body went taut and her fingers clamped around his arms. He groaned and emptied his seed into the condom. A thought crossed his mind. If she were truly his, the condom wouldn’t be necessary.

Cindy went limp and stared up at him with glassy eyes. Her eyelids drooped and a sleepy smile formed on her lips. She touched his cheek. “I love you.”

Start Me Up by @meganslayer #paranormal #recenthistorical #gay #gayromance #fantasy #meganslayer

Start Me Up by Megan Slayer 51d7zEI4XSL

Set in Stone

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…