Gifted by @MeganSlayer #mf #bdsm #romance #meganslayer

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Club Rules, #1

by Megan Slayer

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ISBN: 9781370590162

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Can change lead to the sexiest session of her life?

Nadia’s monthly trips to Master G relax her. She needs the BDSM sessions to escape the stresses of her business career. But playing with Master G means accepting all his requirements, including taking a new Dom. Enter Master S. He’s her wettest dream come to life. Maybe change is the one thing she truly needed and oh, it is so sexy.

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EXCERPT:

 

Copyright© 2017 Megan Slayer

 

The door creaked, causing her to open her eyes. The moment she caught sight of the man, her anger toward Master G evaporated. Long legs encased in tight-fitting leather. Muscle-corded arms with just a hint of hair sprinkling on the surface. He wore the standard leather-and-studs harness, which accentuated his broad chest. His boots padded on the thick carpeted floor as he stalked towards her. A shiver ran up her spine. She liked men who looked like they could take charge. She’d asked for a man just like him when she signed up for sessions at The Q—someone to make her forget the stress at work and to take the control from her hands.

He fit her bill. Like to a T.

Nadia forced her gaze to the floor. He deserved respect, no matter who the hell he was.

“So you’re mine?” He curled his fingers under her chin, forcing her to look at him. “My name is Master S. I’m told your name is Pet. Correct?” He removed the gag. “I do want you to answer me.”

“Yes, Sir.”

The corner of his mouth twitched. She noticed the dusting of scruff on his cheeks. What would that feel like on her inner thighs? Heaven, most likely. Master S pulled at the bow between her breasts. Slowly and with the right amount of drag to remind her she’d been bound, the ribbon came away from her chest.

“Such a pretty present. You will address me as Sir.” He rubbed his thumb across her chin. “I’ve been given a list of your nos, per the club agreement, and I’ve been watching you with Master G. So willing and responsive to him, but he isn’t what you need. I’ll push you while making sure you’re pleasured the way you crave. Tell me your safe word.”

“Pickles.”

“Good, Pet.” He threaded his fingers into her hair and tugged. Electric sizzles surged from her scalp to her pussy. “You’re mine,” he whispered. “All mine.”

“Thank you, Sir. Punish me, Sir. Please?” She barely recognized the need in her voice.

He let go of her hair, then slipped the cuffs off the hook above her head. “The rest of the world ceases to exist once we start. Are you ready?”

“Yes, Sir.”

 

 

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Tied Desire by @meganslayer #gayromance #erotic #bdsm #mm #meganslayer #spanking

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Club Desire Book 1

M/M, Anal Sex, Toys, Spanking, BDSM

Novella

Resplendence Publishing

 

Get your rocks off however you want at Club Desire. We’re not easy and we’re not free, but we are discreet. Find your fantasy in the club.

Ford Gehrig likes everything hard—his racing and his sex life. His career driving stock trucks is riding high. He’s a top performing rookie. Club Desire fulfills his needs for pain in his pleasure. But even a strong man has his breaking point. His wounds run deep and won’t be easy to overcome. Will the club be his salvation or his downfall?

Master Zane knows the rough side of the club well. He’s been at Desire longer than many of the Doms. Few subs turn his head like Ford. He wants the hot blond on his table, against his cross and in his bed. Nothing at the club comes easily, but Zane’s not one to give up. Will he be able to pierce the protective walls around Ford’s heart, or will his own past be the barrier he can’t destroy?

Only time, some cuffs and a few spankings will tell if this tied desire is meant to last.

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EXCERPT:

“Stand. I want you to sit on the couch with me.” Zane offered his hand.

Albeit tentatively, Ford cooperated. He rose and followed the Master to the oversized leather sofa. For the first time since he’d entered Zane’s private space, he glanced around. Instead of the stark look of T’s room, this one was decorated in rich burgundys and navys. A couple floor lamps provided light. The standard bondage bed and a mattress on a platform completed the otherwise lush look.

“We need to talk. Please sit.” Zane’s words forced Ford to look at him. “Were you happy with T?”

Ford eased down beside Zane, not touching the larger man. Should he answer honestly? Might as well. “I enjoyed our time together.”

But I’d rather he’d have been you. Oh shit. He couldn’t admit that.

Ford allowed himself to ogle Zane. Full muscle in every part of his body, his arms were both sleeved in tattoos and a thick leather X crisscrossed his sculpted chest. A barbell decorated his right nipple. His leather pants molded around his strong legs.

For the first time since Ford had come to Desire, he looked Zane in the face. Scruff darkened his thin cheeks and dark lashes ringed his eyes. His black hair stood in spikes and twin earrings dangled from his left ear. He didn’t have telltale smile lines around his mouth. Didn’t the man grin at anything? Ford doubted Zane could be sad with all of the sexy men and women at his disposal.

Zane’s brown eyes narrowed, and the crinkles formed at his brow. “Somehow, I don’t believe you enjoyed being with T.”  He trailed his fingers down Ford’s cheek. “He claims you get off on name calling and degradation. I don’t buy that. I can see you getting off on the power shift, but not the other. You seem too timid—in a good way—for that harsh of treatment.”

Ford pressed his lips together to keep from gawking. In less than a minute, Zane had read him well. “You’re correct, Sir.”

“I want to start there. I’ve watched you in action. I know what you like and don’t like, but I want to hear you tell me your boundaries.”

“No needles or blood. I’m squeamish. Don’t choke me or abuse me. I can take pain, and I’ll use my safe word when I get to my limits.” Ford held his head high. “I enjoy the paddle, being restrained and sucking cock.”

“Very good.” Zane curled his fingers beneath Ford’s chin. “What’s your safe word?”

“Biscuit, Sir.”

“Nice.” Zane nodded. “Since T has seen fit to toss you back into the submissive pool, I’m stepping in. You’re mine. Do you wish to play?”

All of Ford’s desires and fantasies were coming true. Sure, he hadn’t wanted to part with T, but if he could spend time with Zane, then perfect. Ford wished he’d worn appropriate clothing for a scene, but who cared. He didn’t. Time to channel his sorrow into something sexy.

Ford placed the still full beer bottle on the floor, folded his hands and bowed his head. “Yes, Sir. I’d like to play.”

©Megan Slayer 2014

 

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

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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.

 

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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.

 

Her Sir by @meganslayer #outnow #contemporary #erotic #bdsm #romance

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Evernight Publishing

Contemporary Erotic Romance

M/F, BDSM, Exhibitionism, Anal Sex, Toys, Spanking

There’s only one man for Andi—her Sir.

Andi McCarron knew the moment she met Sir’s gaze, he’d change her life forever. Despite other Doms wanting her as their sub, she only submits to him because he knows how to make her skin tingle. The pain delivered from his crop makes her spirit sing. She needs Sir but she wants more—except he’s not interested in taking the relationship outside of the club. What’s a girl to do when the man of her dreams, the one wielding the crop, won’t leave the club?

Dean Meyer craves his sweet sub, Andi. She fills his dreams and fantasies, but she wants a relationship. He’s not sure she can handle both his demons and secrets. Still, he can’t deny the attraction to her. When fate throws them together, he has to make a choice—give his sub what she needs or let her go for good.

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Excerpt:

©2018 Megan Slayer, All Rights Reserved

“You control everything,” she blurted. Her cheeks reddened, and she bowed her head. “Sorry. But you do.”

“Actually, you do. When we play, you’re the one in control. You say stop or slow, and I follow. I push you, but you tell me when you’re done. I’ll encourage you to stretch your boundaries, but only because I want to make you fly.” He pushed the cooling coffee to the side. “If you say no, then I respect your decision.”

“You expect me to kneel.” She flattened her palms on the table. “Like that last time.”

“I wanted to show off my beautiful woman. If you’d have said no before we left the private area, I would’ve stayed out of the main room.” He leveled his gaze at her. “I expect a partner. You were my best partner.” He hadn’t taught her very well if she thought she was second rate. When they played again—and they would be—he’d show her what he meant.

“You have one. A partner. I saw the demonstration,” she said. “You replaced me.”

“Slow down.” He hadn’t known she was at the club when he’d done the demonstration or he would’ve plucked her from the audience. “Which demo?”

“There’s more than one?”

“I don’t have a permanent sub, so I’m expected to do demonstrations for visitors, for the videos … for people who want to play the voyeur. That’s part of my job at the club.” Not his favorite part and he couldn’t wait to pass the torch to someone else, but he’d tell her that later. She managed to aggravate him like no other. He wanted to stretch her ass across his lap and spank the sass out of her. Then he wanted to kiss her until she collapsed. He wasn’t one to settle down, but she made him think twice. In her own way, she’d broken him.

“I thought we had something.” She turned her cup around. “Now I understand I was just another client.”

“I never said that. Never thought it,” he said. She’d been special from the start. He loved the way she felt in his arms, the way she moaned during a scene, the flicker in her eyes just before she came…

“Then why replace me? Why not tell me how you felt?” she asked. “Or have you come to this realization now that we’re not at the club?”

“First, I didn’t replace you. I don’t have any one sub I play with. The girls in the video are one and done. No sex, just demonstration and go. I haven’t found anyone who can fill your place. I’ve had a couple offers, but they aren’t you.” They shouldn’t be having this conversation in public, but she needed reassurance. “Would you like to have dinner with me tonight?”

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Megan Slayer, aka Wendi Zwaduk, is a multi-published, award-winning author of more than one-hundred short stories and novels. She’s been writing since 2008 and published since 2009. Her stories range from the contemporary and paranormal to LGBTQ and BDSM themes. No matter what the length, her works are always hot, but with a lot of heart. She enjoys giving her characters a second chance at love, no matter what the form. She’s been the runner up in the Kink Category at Love Romances Café as well as nominated at the LRC for best author, best contemporary, best ménage and best anthology. Her books have made it to the bestseller lists on Amazon.com.

When she’s not writing, Megan spends time with her husband and son as well as three dogs and three cats. She enjoys art, music and racing, but football is her sport of choice. Find out more about Megan and Wendi at: http://wendizwaduk.com/indexMegan.htm Sign up for the newsletter here: http://ymlp.com/xgjmjumygmgj

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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

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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

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Constant by @MeganSlayer ~ #gayromance #bdsm #erotic #NSFW #excerpt #pridepublishing #gay

Constant by Megan Slayer constant_pride_exlarge_PNG-180x288

M/M, Anal Sex, Spanking, Knife Play, BDSM, Bondage

Novella

Pride Publishing

He demands his submissive’s body and soul…but can he accept his sub’s heart?

Roddy Green never planned to fall in love and certainly not with his Dom, but every time he goes into Darkness, a fetish club, he falls for Vegas all over again. Being in love isn’t the same as being loved in return. Vegas is there to do a job—not to build a romance. But what if the main constant in Roddy’s life is also the one person he can’t live without?

Andrew Vegas knows his job. He’s a Dom. But there is more than one side to him and he’s tired of keeping the other parts of him hidden. One man makes him feel safe and comfortable enough to open up—his pet, Roddy. But will Roddy, the producer of a local news broadcast, want to be with a man with secrets?

Reader Advisory: This book contains references to light knifeplay.

Publisher’s Note: This book contains characters who also appear in Permanent.

General Release Date: 21st July 2015

 

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Excerpt:

©Megan Slayer, 2015, All Rights Reserved

“You’re ready for this form of play.” He slapped Roddy hard on the ass with his bare hand. He slid his middle finger between Roddy’s ass cheeks. “Who does this belong to?”

“You, Sir,” Roddy answered. He held his reservations in check. Master Vegas had said the word play. Not love, not romance or desire. Just play. He shouldn’t have hinged his hopes on Master Vegas wanting him in a romantic way.

“You belong to me. Say it again.” Master Vegas punctuated his words with flat-handed spanks on Roddy’s butt. He tapped Roddy’s asshole on the last word.

“You, Sir.” He flexed his hole, ready to allow Master Vegas into his body. The toys and masturbation weren’t enough. He needed a real man.

“Good, pet.” Master Vegas dribbled chilly lube down the crack of Roddy’s butt. He continued tapping Roddy’s hole. “How much do you want me here?”

“I crave you, Sir.” At least he’d been honest. He pressed his face into the warm leather. “Please, Sir? Fuck me.” He wanted his Sir in his ass right now. Needed him. Couldn’t wait another minute.

“You expect a lot.” Master Vegas caressed his middle finger over Roddy’s hole, then eased inside. He pushed past the tight ring of muscle until he buried himself two knuckles deep.

Holy shit. Roddy wanted to thrust. Every instinct told him to ride Master Vegas’ middle finger. Instead, he held back. He wasn’t in control.

“Good, pet. You’re withholding for me. Pleasing me.”

 

Writing the Magic of Christmas with @MeganSlayer #christmas #shortstory #gayromance #erotic #bdsm

There is something about the magic of the season that’s fun for authors. It is. Authors have the thrill and romance of

Christmas as inspiration for stories. I love it. There’s something about the snow, the chill, the sparkles and the nostalgia that gets to me. I’m a sucker for the movies. Doesn’t matter what channel, I’ll find a Christmas movie and indulge. I don’t care if it’s mundane, if the ending is silly or if I’ve seen the movie a hundred times, I’ll watch.

Why?

Getting immersed in the spirit of the holidays helps me to write. Once one idea starts flowing, the rest follow. This year, one of my Christmas stories involved a box. Now, I know what you’re thinking. Um, there are a lot of boxes that have to do with Christmas. Hello, Christmas gifts come in boxes. I put a new spin on the gift idea.

Here’s the blurb for my short story, Christmas Box:

Hayes Carter knows what he wants out of life — to be the best lawyer he can, to balance his work and home life and to please his Sir. This Christmas, he wants to belong to Sir for good.

Ford Rogan loves his boy, Hayes, but Ford’s not sure he’s relationship material. Hayes, though, makes him think otherwise. Then there’s that naughty Santa at the club… Submit and your wish will come true

Can Santa, even a naughty one, grant their wishes? Will the magic of the season be enough, or will they end up with nothing more than a lump of coal?

See? Not the standard here’s a gift and I hope you like it fare. A person in the box? Now, don’t get wonky on me. This isn’t a creeper story. I like feel good Christmas tales. Everything works out in the right way at the end. There’s magic, mayhem and a spanking or two. Gives me goosebumps just thinking about it.

What about you? What’s your favorite thing about Christmas? I’d love to know!!
Want to know more about Christmas Box? Then check it out at Changeling Press! Out now and on sale!! Gotta love a sale!
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