Savage Protector by @MeganSlayer #gayromance #fairytale #erotic #reimagined

2nd Ed. Savage Protector (Forever Wicked) 2940158733116_p0_v1_s550x406

Cover art: Renee’ George

BIN: 05994-01923

Genre(s): FuturisticDark FantasyBDSMNew ReleasesRomance

Theme(s): Second EditionsWerewolvesShapeshifters (Other)MagicVoyeurism and ExhibitionismElves, Dragons & Magical CreaturesDark DesireGay

Series: Forever Wicked Multi-Author (#11)

Length: Novella (Page count – 57)

Who knew walking in the woods would lead to the adventure of his life? Not Hans. Being held captive by robbers isn’t his idea of fun, but there’s a silver lining in the form of a hunky wolf shifter. Hans is coming into his own and realizing the depths of his brawn, but things aren’t what they seem. Can Hans sort out his feelings for the wolf and defeat the forces working to keep them from their happily ever after before time runs out?

https://www.amazon.com/2nd-Savage-Protector-Forever-Wicked-ebook/dp/B074N3JTZ3

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https://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1923

 

EXCERPT – ©2017, Megan Slayer, All Rights Reserved

Pietro drew circles on Hans’ mouth with his fingers. “I like hearing you pleased, but don’t want them to notice.”

Hans froze. He’d given the robbers a cursory thought, but at Pietro’s comment the full force of their presence came to mind. Shit.

“Suck on me.” Pietro jabbed his index finger between Hans’ lips. At the same time, Pietro stroked Hans with his free hand. Hans bucked off the pile of blankets and sucked on Pietro’s finger. Goddess, he wanted to do this again and again. Wanted to taste everywhere on Pietro.

Warmth enveloped Hans’ cock. He glanced down at Pietro. His greedy lover licked and slurped all over Hans’ engorged dick. Hans’ balls tightened. He’d played with himself many times, but to have an actual partner… he’d jizz all over everywhere.

Hans gasped and fisted the blankets. He fucked himself on Pietro’s mouth. His body took over and his brain fizzled. Each swipe of Pietro’s tongue, each hum from his throat pushed Hans even closer to losing control. He clamped down on Pietro’s finger and released his seed. The room went fuzzy, and he slumped against the blankets.

Fuck. He couldn’t think or move — just exist. He focused on Pietro, who sat happily at the foot of the pallet and grinned. Pietro wiped the corner of his mouth. “Told you. Tastes like heaven.”

Tasted? Hans wasn’t sure, but he felt like he’d gone to heaven. Pietro grinned wider, then stood.

“Don’t go,” Hans whispered.

“Don’t intend to.” Pietro shucked his pants and tossed his shirt toward the corner. He sprawled out beside Hans, clad only in boxer shorts. The skin-to-skin contact sent electric sparks through Hans’ veins. Pietro curled his arm over Hans’ chest. “You make me feel safe and sexy. I’m here as long as you’ll allow.” His breath fanned over Hans’ skin. He sighed and settled, his weight heavy on Hans’ arm.

Hans kissed the top of Pietro’s head. What an introduction to the pleasures of the flesh! Being with Pietro was better than masturbating any day, and he’d repay the favor — eventually. Like in the morning. He closed his eyes and gave in to sleep. Tomorrow he’d make the rest of the changes in his life.

 

 

 

 

 

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Saturday Night Special by @WendiZwaduk #Femdom #eroticromance #romance #racing #sportsromance

Saturday Night Special Saturday Night Special Cover 2

Scarred Hearts, #2

by Wendi Zwaduk

Publisher: Megan Slayer

Product Description: 

She makes his motor run.

Blaine Haeferle drives fast and lives on the edge. He’s not afraid to risk it all for the win—unless his heart is in the mix. He loved once, but things ended in disaster. Can he accept the woman who holds his heart, despite all their jagged past?

Mallory Sweet never intended to leave Blaine without a word. But one night changed everything for her. Instead of facing her past, she ran. Is coming to terms with her past the key to winning the love of her life back?

Anything can happen on a Saturday night under the lights.

 

Amazon – http://www.amazon.com/Saturday-Night-Special-Contemporary-Romance-ebook/dp/B01E2LP98U/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&qid=1460494127&sr=8-3&keywords=wendi+zwaduk

iBooks – https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/id1102706138

Kobo – https://store.kobobooks.com/en-us/ebook/saturday-night-special-9

BN – http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/saturday-night-special-wendi-zwaduk/1116122827?ean=2940153222882

Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/695509

ISBN: 9781370369744

Title: Saturday Night Special

Author: Megan Slayer

Publisher: Smashwords, Inc.

Excerpt:

©Wendi Zwaduk, 2016, All Rights Reserved

Mallory stilled his hand. “I saw you race. You did well.”

Her touch sparked the feelings he’d long since buried. So much for getting over her. “I had motivation.” Her picture in his pocket and the memories of her on his heart.

Her cheeks paled and her eyes widened. “Motivation?” Her brows knotted. “I see.” She straightened her blouse. “Well, good luck tonight.”

Blaine took a step back. Something happened between them, but fuck if he understood what. “Don’t tell me you came here for small talk. You hate making conversation for the sake of wasting time. What’s going on?” He touched her cheek. “You aren’t even smiling. What’s wrong?”

Her shoulders sagged and a tear slipped down her cheek. The old feelings rushed back into his heart. The longing, the need, wanting to fuck her until she screamed–God, he had it bad for her. He gathered her into his arms and stroked her hair. “Tell me who hurt you. I’ll make it right.”

Mallory stared up at him. “No one hurt me.” She wiped her face with the back of her hand, smearing her mascara. Instead of scrambling for a tissue to fix the damage, she continued staring at him. “I had a plan when I came here. And now it’s all fucked up. I lost my nerve.”

“Oh?” He brushed a lock of her hair off her forehead. “Why is that? What was your plan?”

“This.” She threaded her arms around his neck and bounced on her toes to meet him for a kiss.

The blood rushed from his brain to his groin. He closed his eyes. She still tasted like honey and lemon. He swept his tongue over her lips and moaned when she gave him passage. He tangled his tongue with hers and held her tight to his chest. So soft and strong in his arms. Her light whimpers and the scratch of her nails on his back added to his pleasure. He drifted away, lost in the kiss, drunk on her and in total bliss. If he had more time, he’d throw her over his shoulder and take her into the camper bay of the hauler to have his way with her.

“Thought I’d find you here.”

Blaine opened his eyes. Mallory hadn’t broken the kiss. She mirrored his surprise. She slipped away from him and swiped her tongue across her bottom lip. Blaine held onto her and turned his attention to the interloper.

Well, shit.

 

Revealing Me by @MeganSlayer #gayromance #secondchance #gay #romance #malemodels

Revealing Me by Megan Slayer  REVEAL

M/M, Anal Sex, Short Story, Contemporary, Second Chance Romance

From MLR Press

Can a one-night stand lead to the love of a lifetime?

Kenley Kissinger knew from the moment he met Peter, he’d never be the same. The white hot memories of their fling imprinted themselves on his mind. He can’t get over the handsome blond man. But since their night together, he hasn’t heard from Peter. Do they have a future or should he quit while he’s ahead?

Peter Barnes hasn’t forgotten Kenley, but he’s got a few secrets he’s not ready to spill. With the help of a masquerade ball thrown for the neighborhood and one nosy neighbor, he’s out to get his man. Once the masks are off, he’s ready to bare his soul. Will Peter be able to convince Kenley to give him a second try or is this pairing destined to be just a fling?

 

Available at:
MLR Books
Amazon

Check out an excerpt on my website: http://www.wendizwaduk.com/revealingme.htm

 

EXCERPT:

©MeganSlayer, 2015, All Rights Reserved

Chapter One

Kenley Kissinger loved balls, but not this kind of ball. Fantasy gatherings with elaborate masks and groups of people together having fun-not awful, but not great for a guy who preferred to keep to himself.

He adjusted the mask over his eyes. He hated masks. Truth be told, he hated to have his face covered. He preferred honesty, but this damn ball wasn’t about honesty. It was a celebration, and no one gave a rat’s ass about his feelings.

He stepped into the Annex building and sucked in a long breath. His neighbor, Nadine, had rallied the neighborhood and conned everyone into holding a masquerade ball to celebrate the end of the summer. The kids were back in school and the floods that had ravaged the neighborhood over the summer were finally gone. The water levels for the Jeromesville Creek had reached record heights. But then the whole summer had been full of crazy weather and most people in Jeromesville, Ohio weren’t used to so much rain.

He turned his attention back to the dancers out on the street. He didn’t see how a party would make much difference, and boost morale after flooding, but whatever. He played along.

Maybe Peter would be there.

His breath clogged in his throat. He’d had a one-night stand with Peter two months ago, even called his cell phone a couple times afterwards, but Peter was always too busy to get together again.

In the course of one night, he’d fallen into lust with Peter Barnes. He had to be crazy. Peter wasn’t interested, but he kept thinking about the blond guy down the street. Why did Peter seem so sad? Why wasn’t he interested in getting together again? Why couldn’t Peter give him some sort of closure?

God only knew.

He and Peter hadn’t said anything about not wanting to share personal information. They seemed to be rather tight during the evening they’d shared, but then in the morning Peter disappeared. He wasn’t even sure what Peter did for a living.

He turned his attention back to the makeshift dance floor in the street. The DJ played 80’s dance music requiring everyone in the crowd to do the same steps. He’d never been good at those kinds of dances. His coordination didn’t work that way. He usually tripped over the person next to him or ended up five steps late on each move.

Leaning against the brick mailbox structure, he watched the dancers. A man with blond hair and a tailored suit danced along to the music. The black masquerade mask covered his eyes and forehead, but the rest of his face was up for viewing. When he smiled, a dimple deepened on his right cheek. Did he have scruff? Too hard to tell from so far away. He admired the build of the man’s body, strong like a bodybuilder, but wider in the shoulders and narrow around the waist with long legs. He sighed and bit back a grin. He liked men with long legs.

Peter had long legs and a dimple. He shivered. The memory of Peter’s kiss lingered in Kenley’s mind. He wanted to feel that desire again, and wanted to be loved.

Soft Bronze by @MeganSlayer #gayromance #outnow #evernightpub #contemp #PNR #romance #gay

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Soft Bronze by Megan Slayer

Book 2 in the Celestial Mates Series
Gay Paranormal Romance
From Evernight Publishing

Short Story 

Zelus, the god of jealousy, has been imprisoned in solid bronze for the last two millennia. A simple kiss can break the spell and free him from the metal—if his lover is willing to believe.

Camden Crowe isn’t a specialist in ancient artifacts, but he does know how to guard them. He spends his days working as a security guard in charge of keeping the bronze statue of Zelus safe. He can’t contain his attraction to the nude god. What will happen when the security geek finds out he’s stronger than he ever believed and can harness the power of the gods?

Excerpt:

Copyright 2018 Megan Slayer, All Rights Reserved

Zelus placed his hands on the lid of the box. They couldn’t cover him. They couldn’t sell him. He was real. His heart hammered. This bastard couldn’t steal him or make money from him. No way.

Finally, he had his heart back. If he screamed, they’d know the curse had been broken, or at least they’d have him sent away from his guard. He’d have to bide his time and wait until someone opened the lid. He wasn’t sticking around for Gus to use him. Even if it took magic or begging his father, he’d get out of Gus’s clutches, then he’d find Camden.

He couldn’t believe his luck. He had finally found the person to break the curse, but now he was stuck in a crate, headed for a store’s window display.

What a time to not have his powers!

He’d wait. There wasn’t much else he could do. Zelus closed his eyes. Camden broke the spell once. With another kiss and a declaration of love, he could destroy the curse forever.

All Zelus had to do was hold on.

Redeemed by @meganslayer #menage #mfm #erotica #shortstory #femdom

Redeemed Redeemed COVER LARGE 2

Club Rules, #2

by Megan Slayer

Digital List Price: $0.99

Books2Read Universal Link: https://www.books2read.com/u/3LrQx7

 

Find your wildest fantasies at the Q…

Master G knows his subs and his limits. His heart is never involved, but he’s always careful. Except when Mistress Dee is involved—then all bets are off.

Mistress Dee lives to fulfill the needs of her subs, including one desiring a hot ménage with her and another man. She knows just who to ask. But can the Master she wants also be the man she needs?

Search Terms: LGBT, M/M, Erotica, Bondage, M/M/F, Menage, BDSM, Contemporary Romance, Contemporary, Contemporary Erotic Romance

 

EXCERPT:

Copyright© 2017 Megan Slayer

“I have a client who wants to take part in a ménage.” She let go of him, then perched on the edge of the console in front of him. “His name is James and he’s very receptive to me, but he wants more than just me.” Each breath accentuated the pull of the leather across her full breasts. Glitter shone on her upper chest and the tiny daisy dangled from the piercing in her navel. He longed to run his tongue over every inch of her body.

“I see.” Master G folded his arms. His heart leapt. In his fifteen years as a Dom at The Q, he rarely gave in to being a sub. He also hardly ever worked with another Dom on the same sub. The need for Mistress Dee continued to battle his inner need to dominate.

“This isn’t the first time he’s asked me.” She crossed her long legs and the patent leather on her boots shimmered in the light. “I’ve told him no before because I couldn’t find the right person to serve as that third. I’m very particular.” She flipped a lock of her ebony hair over her shoulder. “Now I know who I want. You.”

His heart lodged in his throat. There wasn’t a guarantee of something long-term—not that he wanted long-term—but she’d noticed him as more than just another guy at the club. He dipped his head once. “Tell me your conditions.”

“You’ll do what I ask and submit to me.” She stood, meeting him eye to eye. He studied the deep brown of her eyes. A man could lose himself in those eyes.  She pursed her crimson lips. “Think you can do that? No topping from the bottom.” She brushed her ample breasts over his chest enough to make his skin burn. He groaned when she flattened her hands on his pecs. “I’ll never humiliate you, but I expect complete submission.”

He hadn’t bottomed in a long time, but hell, the way she touched him, he wanted to crawl on the floor behind her. “Can’t do it forever,” he replied, “but I can do what you ask.”

“That’s what I need.” Mistress Dee gripped the leather criss-crossing his chest. Her nails scraped his sensitive skin. “You on your knees doing what I ask.”

“Then I will.” He sucked in a long breath, then dipped his head and exhaled. Dear God, he couldn’t wait for the encounter. “When, Mistress?”

 

 

Everyone’s Taste Differs with @meganslayer #readinghabits #readers #iamwriting #writingromance #romance

Back in December, I’d attended my local library sponsored book club. After the main discussion about a Baldacci book with a romantic twist to it, the discussion turned to which genre of books we each liked. I knew this would be a varied answer because the group is varied. Most of the ladies – it’s all women – prefer mystery books. They want action and a whodunit story. That’s fine. We all like what we like.

It was the comment one lady made about not liking romance. I get that not everyone will enjoy romance. That doesn’t bother me. What kind of did bother me, or stuck with me, was her comment, though. “I don’t like romance. It’s too predictable and mushy. Just no substance for me.”

My first instinct was to get irritated, but I let it pass. Another lady there, whom I know loves erotic romance – we discuss Sylvia Day and other e-rom authors – was taken aback by the comment. I said, hey, everyone has their taste. My friend, I’ll call her Lydia, her response was, yeah, but that’s what you write. Lydia was correct, but I had to shrug. What can I say? I couldn’t argue.

Then this past week, I was at book sorting for the book sale. Someone had donated books that appeared to be at least 35 years old that concerned pleasing a man in bed, being a better lover and one book that was much newer – a collection of 20 erotica tales. I’ve read erotica and written plenty of it. Doesn’t bother me. So I put them together in a bag and didn’t think twice. The other ladies – this group is mostly ladies and only ladies were there at the time – were either appalled by the books or giggly and embarrassed. One said, “oh these don’t belong here. These aren’t for anyone to see.” Uh… yeah, they are. Most of us wouldn’t be here if someone hadn’t had sex. I doubt the locals want to read erotica, but you never know. There, as I know well, is a market for erotica and erotic reads. Another woman said, “oh I read those.” For a moment, I felt better. Then she said, “I read them to make me laugh. It’s so impossible. No one has love work out that way and all that…you know. It’s not probable.” Sigh. So much for thinking I had an ally.

I have to admit, of the books we’ve read for the coordinated book club, I’ve liked about 3 in the last 3 or 4 years. I’d like to say I’m discerning, but I’m probably just a particular reader.

Here’s the thing. Everyone likes what they like. I can’t make comments on anyone for their tastes in books. It’s no different than what they said. The cool thing about being in these groups is learning what others like and how to appreciate it. But the one thing I will mention, in the spirit of being positive, just because e-rom or erotica isn’t your cuppa, remember it might be someone else’s. Let’s celebrate our differences.

For what it’s worth, I love romances, e-roms and erotica, but I also love biographies, music biographies, history books and vintage ones. I like to read about celebrities and musicians. Like what you like in books and keep it in mind, not everyone else will share your choices.

Speaking of erotica and being particular, here’s a little bit about my latest release, Challenges

Challenges Boxed Set by Megan Slayer2517

Cover Art by Bryan Keller

Genre(s): Guilty Pleasures (Contemporary)BDSMBox SetsNew ReleasesRomance

Theme(s): Voyeurism and ExhibitionismDark Desire

Seven women. Seven Challenges. What each woman gets is beyond her wildest dreams.

Make Me: A crop, some rope, a sweet little plug — just what she wants, and all she had to say was “Make me.”

Show Me: Calen’s issued a challenge — her naked before the wall of windows in their sixth floor apartment. Will Elisha please her master or walk away forever?

Take Me: Talia wants nothing more than to shirk her duties on the set of her latest movie so she can be with her heartthrob husband. But she never expected him to kidnap her — or did she?

Watch Me: Kacey and Marc’s lives changed the moment the hunk moves in next door. Will they be willing to make all their fantasies reality, or will they have to live with the view through the window?

Film Me: Jinx has been around the world of adult films for more than five years. Leading man Wes Long challenges Jinx for more. He’ll accept nothing less than her total submission — on and off the set.

Capture Me: Dolly makes her living posing for pinup shots. She’s got the look — the tats, the piercings — but she’s not a size two. Some guys love a wicked hot challenge.

Caught Me: Trick’s offered his girl a challenge — simple, easy, and sure to be decadent. He’s going to make her wildest dreams come true.

Publisher’s Note: Challenges (Box Set) contains the previously published novellas Make Me, Show Me, Take Me, Watch Me, Film Me, Capture Me, and Caught Me.

Available from Changeling Press: https://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=2517

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Challenges-Megan-Slayer-ebook/dp/B07BFHJMVY

BN: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/challenges-megan-slayer/1124499576?ean=2940159169792

Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/challenges-7

And iBooks:  https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/challenges-box-set/id1360022685?

This post is also up at the Dirty Birdies Blog: https://wp.me/p6bvcM-1NP

Honey and Decadence by @wendizwaduk #mf #romance #erotic #foodplay

‘Honey and Decadence’ by Wendi Zwaduk   2394-180x288

Totally Bound

Contemporary, M/F, Anal Sex, BDSM, Food Play, Fetish, Novella

All work and no play makes life boring…unless there’s a dollop of whipped cream and a studded paddle involved. Then it’s all fun.

Roxy loves her job at the Delight Tonight restaurant, but she longs for more. She’d rather find employment using her accounting skills. Her boss, Sean, has mentioned he’s interested in bringing her on as an accountant. Can she keep her wits about her or will she cave in to the blossoming feelings she has for him?

Sean doesn’t date his staff…ever. Except, Roxy makes him rethink his rules. She’s curvy, sexy and one of the few people he trusts. When he’s given the birthday surprise of his life, he knows he wants Roxy in every way.

Will getting her into his bed translate into a love to last forever, or a lust and chocolate-filled disaster?

Available here:

Publisher Link: https://www.totallybound.com/honey-and-decadence

Universal Link: https://books2read.com/u/3JKgxK

Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B00GP0IHUY/

Amazon JP: https://www.amazon.co.jp/dp/B00GP0IHUY/

Amazon CA: https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B00GP0IHUY/

Amazon DE: https://www.amazon.de/dp/B00GP0IHUY/

Amazon FR: https://www.amazon.fr/dp/B00GP0IHUY/

 

EXCERPT:

@Copyright Wendi Zwaduk 2013

Talk about a great surprise. Sean picked up a second berry, then dragged it through the whipped cream. He licked the cream off the crimson strawberry but barely tasted the fruit. He focused his attention on the sight of Roxy, his fantasy girl, covered in food. Elias knew what Sean liked and how to come through in the clinch. Sean trailed his fingers down her leg. She shivered and stuffed her hands under her bottom. He couldn’t have imagined a better display for his birthday supper.

“So pretty.” He sat on the chair, then leaned over her and sucked one of the cherries into his mouth. She closed her eyes and her lips parted farther. The Nyotaimori girls weren’t supposed to react to the patrons—not in a traditional setting. But this, this was not traditional by a long shot. Sean dipped his finger in the whipped cream then drew a heart on her sternum.

Her cheeks flooded with colour and she whimpered.

“Talk to me, Roxy.” He dragged the other cherry in the fluffy white cream, then dangled it over her mouth. “First, take a bite.”

She curled her tongue around the cherry before pulling the fruit from the stem. Her brown eyes glittered and she moaned.

“So sexy.” He hooked his finger in the cake, then smeared frosting on her belly. The contrast of the perky blue frosting and her pale skin turned him on. He swiped his tongue through the sugary concoction, cleaning her up. His cock thickened and the blood rushed through his body. If they were in his bedroom, he’d do so much more with her. So much more.

“Don’t stop,” Roxy panted. She arched her back, offering herself to him. “Please?”

Oh hell yes, he’d take things further. He scooted to the head of the table and cupped her jaw in his hand. The sugary confection on his fingers smudged on her cheek. Time to tell her about their shared past and how much he wanted to give their future a try.

“You’re not wearing your red velvet mask.” He pressed a kiss to her lips, then licked her bottom lip. “It’s sexy as hell, but I like you better without it.”

“You remembered,” she whispered.

“I couldn’t forget.” He kissed her again, this time taking total control of the connection. He tangled their tongues and learnt her taste. When she moaned, he slid one arm behind her neck. “I want to play with you. More than anything we could do at Push and so much hotter.”

Her chest heaved. “Play?” The corner of her mouth curled. “I’d love to be yours for the night.”