Trust & Consent by @meganslayer #romance #gay #gayromance #erotic #hotread #reissue

Trust and Consent by Megan Slayer

Available from Megan Slayer Publications

M/M, Anal Sex, Voyeurism, Masturbation, Shibari, BDSM, Rope Play

30,000 words, novella

Releasing April 23, 2020.

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A photographer and a musician find love in a blissful, tangled way…


Raylan Greene never expected the guy next to him in American History class to be so hot. Then again, he wasn’t looking for a relationship either. But this photographer knows a good subject when he sees one. The blond-haired guy with the sad eyes captivates him. The trouble is Raylan’s into rope bondage and he needs that special someone to be his partner. A tall order, indeed.

Chase Tate can’t take his eyes off Raylan. When they’re together, even if only in class, the words and tunes to songs fill his brain. He’s found his muse—if only he can grab Raylan’s attention. He’s scared his past and the secrets he’s kept buried will drive Raylan away.

Will Raylan be able to accept Chase despite the issues in his past? Will Chase run once he finds out about Raylan’s fetish? Or will these two scorch the sheets and find a love to last a lifetime?

This book has been re-edited for this reissue version.

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EXCERPT:

©Megan Slayer, 2020, All Rights Reserved

Another semester, another class and no hotties in the bunch. Raylan Greene sat back in his chair and opened his notebook. He never should’ve waited until the summer semester of his junior year at college to take the American History class, but his schedule always ended up so full. He’d finally found the time—in the hottest months of the year.

The pale blue paint flaked at the corners of the room and the desks had seen better days. Most of the table tops were decorated with names carved into the wooden surface. Everyone from Albert to Zach had left a mark.

Footsteps thumped in the hallway and the building buzzed with conversation. Some of the girls sat together and chattered. Two guys near the door argued about a comic book movie Raylan wanted to see, but hadn’t been to the theater to view. One of the guys sported a football jersey and regaled his friends with stories from the latest practice session.

Raylan glanced around the classroom at the various students. He recognized a couple of the guys from other classes, but none of the men in the room appealed to him. He groaned. He had to be one of the older students in the room and all because he hadn’t worked the class in during his freshman year.

He hadn’t been a freshman in a long time, but he felt like he’d been in the photography thread forever. The students in the photography division all knew each other. Once they’d paired off in romantic relationships, those who hadn’t found a partner didn’t really date the others. He’d gone out with a few guys, but none for a great length of time.

He’d just about given up hope when a young man strolled into the room. The guy quickened his pace and collapsed in the desk beside Raylan.

“That was close.” He plunked his books on the desk top. “I had the wrong room assignment written down.”

“That can happen.” Raylan smiled at his classmate. “I’m Raylan.”

“Chase.” He stuck out his hand. “I’m not usually late.”

“You’re fine. We’ve got another five minutes. Professor Alemonde walks at his own pace.” Raylan studied Chase. He’d seen his share of good looking guys before, but something about Chase caught his attention. Maybe it was the shaggy hair hanging to his collar or the slightly bewildered look in his brown eyes, but Raylan wanted to photograph him. He preferred strong men, but not overly muscled. Chase seemed to fit the bill. Was he a hairy guy? A top? A bottom?

“I feel so silly.” Chase opened his notebook and shook his head. “The wrong room number. I’ve been on this campus almost three years now. You’d think I’d check this stuff.” He moved his guitar case to beneath his seat. A myriad of stickers decorated the worn faux leather surface of the case. “If this gets in the way, tell me. I can’t control the thing sometimes.”

Learning How to Bend by @wendizwaduk #romance #menage #erotic #threesome @meganslayer

Learning How to Bend by Wendi Zwaduk

Contemporary, Erotic Romance

Ménage, M/F, M/F/M, Voyeurism, Anal Sex

Short Story

Totally Bound

Their marriage is about to fall apart, but not if she can help it and hes willing to bend.

Abby Donovan imagined nothing could change her simple life as a librarian. Her loving husband Seth, a mechanic in the Air National Guard, is scheduled to return from a short deployment in Iraq. Before he gets home, a letter arrives. It seems Seth is asking for a divorce. She must decide whether to walk away without a fight or to wait and confront him with the thing he’s always dreamed of – a ménage a trois. But all is not as it seems. 

Seth Donovan wanted an idyllic life to go along with his career in the military. Then he sees the atrocities of war firsthand. A conversation with a colleague ends up as fodder for the rumour mill and so much more. Seth never wanted a divorce. He wants his wife. Will she accept him despite the rumours and advances from another man? Or can their relationship withstand the turmoil of war?

Contains Light Bondage and a Smoking Hot Ménage a Trois!

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Excerpt:

©2010 Wendi Zwaduk, All Rights Reserved

Hell, she’d yearned to touch Nate from the day she met him at Seth’s college graduation. Starting with his big feet and sculpted calves to his bronzed shoulders and piercing green eyes, she’d felt drawn like a moth to a flame. But being a happily married woman meant no contact with another man, including her husband’s friend. With both men involved, she could be a vixen and explore her limits. Seth always did mention he’d love to try a ménage a trois, especially with Nate. Why not now?

She handed the six-foot tall, sandy-haired hunk the bills. “Here you are.” Knowing Seth watched from behind, Abby wrapped her arms around Nate’s muscle-corded neck. “And this is your tip.” She pressed her lips to his.

“Are you certain Seth’s cool with it? He’s squirming.” Nate stepped back and stole a glance at Seth. His voice wavered a bit. “I know we talked about it, man, but that was before you married Abby. I gotta tell ya, I’m in.”

Abby looked at Seth. Her brows rose a fraction of an inch. Seth and Nate discussed her, or rather sex with her. She should’ve felt insulted, but instead a burst of raw desire and longing rushed straight between her thighs. Her lips parted. Was she in accord with the situation? She wanted Nate, yes, but she also needed Seth as much as she had the first time they made love. “What do you think, Seth?”

The fire of possession burned in Seth’s eyes. He dipped his head, making her heart rate race into warp speed.

Nate’s jaw muscle clenched and unclenched. “Oh yeah, Seth wants it. He’s coming unglued. Yeah.”

Abby’s voice dropped to an octave she didn’t recognise as her own. “I am interested in both of you.”

As if it were second nature or something they’d done before, Nate lowered his lips to hers in a deep kiss. She leaned into him, melting at his touch and exploring his mouth with her tongue. He tasted like cola and mint gum and smelled sweet, like warm pizza dough. She longed to see the expression on Seth’s face and pictured it in her mind. He loved to watch couples on television engage in sexual activities. The idea of him watching her made the act with Nate so much hotter.

Nate’s hands skimmed over her shoulders and her collarbone down to the sensitive peaks of her breasts. She gasped. Not quite like Seth, but not bad either. His calloused fingers moved down her stomach and smoothed along the crack of her ass, sending tingles through her system at warp speed.

Abby hooked her fingers into the waistband of Nate’s jeans, pulling his shirt free so she could explore his rock-hard stomach with her hands and lips. I’m so far out of my comfort zone… but I like it.

“Honey, Seth’s sportin’ a tent.”

She opened her eyes to take in the look of pleasure on Nate’s face. “So let’s give him a show. I want him so hot he can’t keep away.”

“Yeah.” Nate panted. “I forgot he likes to watch.”

“He does, and I want to titillate him.”

Miss Me Baby by @wendiZwaduk #PNR #romance #ghosts #secondchance #redemption @meganslayer @totally_bound

Miss Me Baby by Wendi Zwaduk

Totally Bound

Paranormal, Contemporary

Novella

Say you’ll haunt me, since I’ll never stop loving you.

Felicity Black never quite understood love. She worked her assets to get what she wanted and didn’t care who got in the way. Until she met John. He saw past her superficial self to the woman inside. Death separated her from John before she could tell him how she truly felt. Now she’s got her chance…just not in the way she expected.

John wanted Felicity to haunt him. She had been the only woman to stir not only his heart but his soul as well. But the woman claiming to be his lost love can’t be her… Felicity was dead. He has to decide whether to trust his gut or walk away from a new start.

Can a second chance at a first impression lead to love or a lifetime of heartbreak?

Reader Advisory: This story contains an out-of-body experience, voyeurism, spanking, rough sex, masturbation, and a chance for love to strike twice. This story follows Careless Whisper, by Wendi Zwaduk.

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And a Hot Excerpt:

Smoke billowed around a charcoal-grey room. Light came from somewhere above him, but the only thing he noticed was her skin as she stepped out of the shadows. Felicity. White light shimmered on her pale skin as she tossed her thick hair over her shoulder and winked.

“John, I’ve missed you.”

He could jump right into this world and live forever. He ran across the room to where she sat and snagged her into an embrace. For a little while, Felicity was still alive and in his arms. He buried his face in her hair, breathing in her vanilla scent. The soft strands tickled his cheeks. He kissed the tender spot on her neck where it connected to her shoulder. She smoothed both hands up his chest and leant back in his arms. Felicity arched back over his forearms, giving him a delicious view of her breasts. She grabbed his shirt and slid up his body. “You should be naked. I want you.”

Hell, yeah. John untangled himself from her and ripped his shirt up over his head. He snorted. Getting naked in a dream always went so much smoother than in real life. He tossed the shirt out of sight and scooped her back into his arms.

“You’re wearing too much now, Sweets.”

Felicity snapped her fingers. The thin tank and jeans she’d been wearing disappeared, leaving her in nothing but a thong. “You were saying?”

John yanked her tight against him and raked his nails down her chest. Felicity shivered and leaned into his touch. She moved his palm to her breast.

“Pinch it.”

John rolled her nipple between his index finger and thumb. Felicity moaned and caressed the bulge in his pants. She rolled her hips and shifted her damp pussy over his thigh. “John, fuck me.” She clenched her teeth and tilted her head back. “So good. Harder. Mark me. Fuck.”

Holy hell. If she kept up grinding on him and talking dirty, he’d come in his pants. He glanced around the space they were in. Four walls and a bed. Perfect…if he had any idea where the room was located. He mentally shrugged and walked to the bed with her in his arms.

“Lay down.”

Felicity gave him a sideways smile and dipped her head once as she sat down on the edge of the mattress. John grabbed the thin band of elastic on her thong and pulled. The flimsy fabric gave way, leaving her bare. Felicity cupped her breasts and opened her legs.

“Beautiful.” He worked the button on his pants. Seeing her glistening pussy and smelling the sweet scent of her arousal got to him every time. He struggled with the zipper. “Fuck.”

“Yes, please.”

Damn button. John growled and wrenched the waistband of his jeans.

“Let me.” Felicity sat up and curled her fingers around his. “Slow down. We’ve got ages.” She wriggled her hips. “Make me remember. Make it last.”

A cool wind whipped up his spine. They didn’t have ages. They didn’t have any time. She was dead and he wasn’t. Felicity stared up at him with questions in her eyes.

“John?”

Challenges Box Set by @meganslayer #erom #bdsm #romance #hot #bondage @changelingpress #changelingpress

Challenges Box set by Megan Slayer

Cover Art: Bryan Keller

BIN: 07802-02517

Genres: BDSMBox SetsGuilty Pleasures (Contemporary)Romance

Themes: Dark DesireVoyeurism and Exhibitionism

Series: Challenges (#8)

Book Length: Box Set

Page Count: 117

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.

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Drawn Together by @wendizwaduk #contemporary #romance #bdsm #naughty #hot

Drawn Together By Wendi Zwaduk

Book one in the Love Lessons Series

Contemporary

Novella

From Totally Bound

His perfect match is in the last place he expects—across the courtyard.

Graig Case wants to teach history and coach baseball. Plain and simple. But nothing in his life has been simple. He’s also got a secret. He loves to watch the sexy woman across the courtyard dance. He’d love for his fantasy girl to be his best friend, but fantasy and reality don’t always mix.

Tessa Martin has given up on love. She’s played second fiddle most of her life. Guys like hanging out with her. Being one of the guys doesn’t keep her warm at night. Still, she indulges in her one treat—dancing for Graig. No emotions involved means no one gets hurt.

Except when they end up working in the same school in the same hallway…then all bets are off.

Reader Advisory: This book contains anal sex and the use of toys.

Publisher’s Note: This book has previously been released elsewhere. It has been revised and re-edited for re-release with Totally Bound Publishing.

General Release Date: 26th September 2017

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EXCERPT:

©2017 Wendi Zwaduk, All Rights Reserved

“Will you be at the staff meeting tomorrow?” Graig asked.

“Yeah, I’m the de facto department chair for music and art. I can’t exactly miss it.” She leaned against her sister’s car. “You’ll be there? Nice.” She mentally patted herself on the back. She’d just flirted with him, too.

“I will and I’ll find you.” His eyes flashed.

Find her? Was he serious?

“You’re one of the few members of the staff that I like to sit with at those things. You make them less boring and uncomfortable.”

“Thanks.” She bit back her shock. “You do, too.” Right. She wanted to spend time with him at a meeting. How about at a coffee shop or the park? Oh God. If she said those things, he’d walk away.

“Then I’ll see you tomorrow. Save me a spot at the meeting.” He winked. “See you.”

Warmth spread through her limbs. “Yeah, see you.” In the grand scheme of sounding silly, she’d hit the top, but too bad. He’d noticed her. Spending time together at a meeting wasn’t her idea of great, but she’d take it.

Graig waved, then strode to his car and stopped. “You know, I’m glad you gave me the tip on that apartment. I love mine.” He grinned. “I can see you from my balcony. We should get together some time and hang out. Oh, and when you turn on the lights in your place, I can’t help but notice.”

“I’ll turn on a few less lights.”

“I don’t know. I like the view.” He waved, then sank behind the wheel of his vehicle.

She appreciated having her sister’s SUV for support. If not, she’d have fallen over. He’d mentioned getting together and had noticed her. On top of that, he liked the view? Holy shit.

We Belong Together by @meganslayer #menage #mm #gay #gayromance #erotic #novel #contemp

We Belong Together by Megan Slayer

Super Novel

Contemporary

M/M, M/F, M/M/F, M/F/M, Menage, Anal Sex, Voyeurism

From Pride Publishing

Art by Posh Gosh

When the broken road leads you home, we will find each other.

Dare Evans left the small town of Kenton for the bright lights of Hollywood. The moment he climbed on the plane, he missed his college sweetheart. Coming home was always in the cards and a chance sighting is the catalyst he needs. But he’s not alone.

Liam Turner never thought he’d find love so soon after his divorce, but then came Dare. He’s in love and the happiest of his life—but he’s a secret. Dare, the hottest man in the movies, isn’t supposed to be married and certainly not to Liam. Liam’s learned to live with the charade because he knows Dare’s heart…that is until he finds out about Sarah.

Sarah Morrison wants nothing more than to teach at the college, raise her son and live her life. Celebrity was never in her cards. Then Dare and Liam walked back into Kenton. She never forgot Dare…or as she knew him, Daryl. He’s been the only one for her. When she meets Liam, her thoughts change. What if Liam could be the one? What if both men could be? Is she strong enough to withstand the bright lights of fame intruding on her existence?

Can these three people find a way to be together when the rest of the world says they should be apart? When the past joins the present to make a future, love is possible.

Reader Advisory: This book contains scenes of ménage featuring m/m/f and m/f/m pairings, voyeurism. This book also contains scenes of murder, references to abuse, rape, stalking.

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EXCERPT:

©Megan Slayer, 2019, All Rights Reserved

He nibbled her earlobe. “You still fit perfectly in my arms.”

“So does every eligible female in Hollywood.” She paused. Shit. She hadn’t meant to say that out loud.

“Touché.” He grinned again and rested his forehead against hers. “Those women aren’t like you. You’re different…unique.”

“I’m plump.” She had curves and not in all the right places.

He swatted her ass. “Don’t you dare cut on yourself. I won’t allow it.”

Who was he to tell her how to feel? He didn’t own her. The frustrating man… “Daryl.”

He moved with her out of the knot of people to the edge of the room. Instead of letting go, he continued to a wall of curtains. He pulled one of the sheer panels of fabric aside and nudged her into the new space. The music wasn’t as loud.

“Going to chew me out in private?” She toyed with the sequins on her dress. “I’ve already heard it all, so don’t bother. Just let me go. Okay?”

Daryl shook his head then enfolded her in his arms again. “Don’t start. You’re beautiful and you’re going home with me. If I have to spank your ass to make you understand, I’ll do it.”

She shivered. She hadn’t played such games in years and only with him. She paused. Going home with him? “Wait, I am?”

“Yes.”

“I have a room at this hotel.” She wasn’t sure why she’d said that. “I don’t need to go home with you.” What in the hell was she doing? Turning him down? Why?

“Good to know. I’ve got one in this hotel as well.” He smoothed his palm across the back of her neck and threaded his fingers into her hair. He tipped her head. “I’m in the penthouse.”

Bases Loaded by @MeganSlayer #gay #gayromance #menage #gaymenage #sports #baseball #sportsromance

Bases Loaded by Megan Slayer BASES (2)

Club Desire Series, Book Two

M/M, Anal Sex, M/M/M, Menage, Double Penetration, Toys, Spanking, BDSM, Voyeurism

Novella

SuperNova Indie 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.

Mix one lanky shortstop with two brawny Doms and what do you get? A white hot good time.

On the baseball field, shortstop Rocke Houseman commands the crowd. They cheer as he makes plays and hits home runs. He loves his job in professional sports, but there’s something missing. He wants to be true to himself. When he tears up his knees during a critical play, his whole life is thrown into chaos. He turns to the one place he knows to find balance—Club Desire.

Carson and Jeremiah are a packaged deal. You deal with one, you deal with both. When the gutsy sub comes into Desire and wants a Dom, they step in to help him out. Rocke fits their bill—he’s athletic and lanky, but knows how to take direction. Can they help him work out his issues one ménage at a time? Or will the passion exploding amongst them be the final out?

A former AllRomance Ebooks Bestseller!

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EXCERPT:

©Megan Slayer 2019

The two men—he wasn’t sure who was Jeremiah and who was Carson—took him down a long hallway to a room. When the taller one opened the door, bright white light spilled into the darkened corridor.

“This is our room. First we talk then we play. Do you think you’re able to keep up with us?” The shorter of the two men leveled his gaze at Rocke. He stood only about an inch shorter than Rocke’s six foot frame. His jaw flexed as he stared at Rocke, and a tiny bit of scruff glimmered on his cheeks.

At this point, Rocke didn’t have anything to lose. He’d been pushed away by all but the last two Doms in the building. Rocke sighed and dipped his head. “I’d like to play.”

“Very well.” The taller one ushered him into the room. Unlike the other rooms, this particular room more resembled a bedroom. No BDSM bed or bar contraptions. There was just a plain bed with white sheets. Thick carpet muffled their footsteps as the Doms led him to a leather couch and armchair. The room reminded him more of an apartment than a play place.

“Before we get down to business, my name is Carson.” The taller one extended his hand. “This is my partner, Jeremiah. We’ve been together for eight years. We don’t take many subs, and when we do, it’s only one at a time. You are Rocke Houseman, correct? Sit.”

Something in Carson’s voice made Rocke want to comply. He debated sitting on the chair but only for a moment. This was a test—had to be. He knelt on the floor at their feet and bowed his head. Fuck. His knee screamed with pain, but he ignored the hurt. He’d never get better if he kept giving in to his injury.

“Very good but we don’t want you on the floor. Sit in the chair.” Carson perched on the edge of the sofa, and Jeremiah stood behind him with his arms folded. Where Jeremiah seemed to be covered in sleeves of tattoos, Carson was all pristine muscle. Carson leaned forward. “We could read the tablet and find out what your boundaries are, but we’d rather hear them from you.”

Rocke’s gaze vacillated between the two men. Most Doms didn’t want to talk. They read the dossier and went right into play. Rocke wobbled to his feet, careful not to wrench his knee, then sat on the armchair. The shards of pain subsided, and he laced his fingers together. Hopefully, Carson and Jeremiah hadn’t seen him wince.

“Go on,” Jeremiah prompted. The harness he wore bit into his muscled chest.

“I’m not a heavy player in the BDSM world. I’ve never tried most things. No inclination to.” Rocke shrugged. “My biggest kink is threesomes. I like a dick in my mouth and one in my ass. You can use a cock ring, cock cage, handcuff me, nipple clips or spank my ass red…I’m game. But no permanent marks. I can’t have anything that’ll show in the locker room.”

“Why?” Carson prompted.

Rocke shifted in his seat. The leather creaked beneath him. They’d find out sooner or later—don’t leave marks if you don’t want to have to explain them to everyone in detail. The locker room was worse than a newsroom. They had to know everything. But he needed to trust Carson and Jeremiah. Something about the pair made him want to take a chance. They didn’t seem like others in his past who’d wanted to exploit his waning celebrity status.

“I’m a professional baseball player. I’m the shortstop for the Falcons. Eight years with a .285 batting average—well, until I blew out my knee. ACL injury three games from the playoffs and we’re in first place in our division. Sucked.” Rocke groaned. He’d given away a lot of info.

“We saw that play. You’re lucky to be standing without crutches.” Jeremiah rounded the sofa and sat beside his partner. “And you still got the double play.”

“I did.” The tips of his ears burned. They’d seen him on the field? “I have to ask—who’s your favorite team?”

“Grizzlies,” Carson replied. “The team that took you out.”

“Ah.” Maybe, this wasn’t such a good idea. Rocke sank down in his seat. “They’re a formidable team. I wish I hadn’t gotten cocky.”

“You had to. It’s who you are.” Carson rubbed his chin with his index finger and thumb. “Who was your Dom before? We noticed you took a shine to Zane.”

“Everyone here.” Rocke snorted. The harder he’d tried to please a Dom, the faster he pushed them away. “You’ve probably heard all about me. I’m difficult.”

“How so?” Jeremiah reclined on the sofa and draped his arms across the back. “Details.”

Did they want to shame him? Jesus. “I like to talk. I don’t want to be demeaned. I’m not wild about wax and shit on my body.” His voice cracked, and the fury deep within him came to a head. “I want to be tied up and fucked. Use me like the God damn media does.”

He’d lost his temper. Fuck.

He couldn’t breathe. Rocke rested his head in his hands. “Sorry. I’m good at following orders, but I tend to top from the bottom. I’m hard to control, I guess.” They’d boot him just like the others. He might as well get up and leave…once his knee decided to cooperate. He closed his eyes and focused on controlling the pain in his soul. If he pushed the searing hurt deep, it wouldn’t bother him.

“Hard to control is in the eye of the beholder.” Carson placed his hand on Rocke’s thigh. “You may be one of the more challenging subs, but it’s not a death sentence. It simply means you haven’t found the right Doms—until now.”

 

Must Be Doing Something Right by @wendizwaduk #contemporary #romance #erotic #bondage

Must Be Doing Something Right by Wendi Zwaduk RIGHT

M/F, Voyeurism, Mild BDSM, Bondage and Anal sex

Totally Bound

Short Story

If she can open her heart, she’ll find he’s her naughtiest dream come true. Being mischievous with him is exactly what she needs.

Nate Waterford knows exactly who he wants in his bed and his heart, but he’s on guard. When women find out his profession, they see dollar signs. He’s been hurt by gold diggers and he’s not about to fall in love – until he sees Courteney. She’s his fantasy come to life and once he gets her in his arms, he’ll be damned before he considers letting her go. Unless she tells him to go to hell first…

Despite her success as a fledgling romance author, Courteney Bennett’s had her share of bad relationships. She’s attracted to her best guy friend, Nate, and she’s not ready to throw a friendship away for one night of passion – even if his idea of desire puts the hottest scenes in her erotica stories to shame.

Is her heart a fair price to pay for an evening to remember or will it be the biggest mistake of her life?

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And now for an excerpt:

©Wendi Zwaduk, 2010, All Rights Reserved

I want a woman who will drive me crazy in every possible way.

If she loved him in return.

Nathan Waterford slammed the door to his navy blue Blazer and strode across the asphalt into Besta Pizza Around. He smoothed his hand over the lump of bills in his pocket and tucked the insulated pizza bag under his arm.

On a steamy Saturday night in July, he’d rather be in bed with the woman of his dreams, not working to earn a dime he didn’t need. His day job as an estate lawyer paid the bills, but being at the pizza shop got him closer to Courteney, the woman in his heart.

Hell, if he played his cards right, his desires might come to fruition. One day…

Crestline, Ohio wasn’t a teeming metropolis, but Nate and his business partner, Arran Mayes aimed to create the best little restaurant in the quiet farming community. The scent of tomatoes and yeast swirled around Nate, making his stomach rumble. When did I eat last?

Behind the bar, Arran stood drying a beer stein. “Well, you got your wish, my friend.”

As he slapped the silver bag onto the polished wooden bar, Nate glanced at the remaining patrons in the dining room. A couple giggled in the corner booth, while a trio of students wolfed down the last few slices of pizza at the round table under the window. Good times. He remembered being so carefree, before he had to become a man and work for a living.

“And you’re talking about what?” Nate shook his head and leaned on the bar rail. “Get me up to speed.”

Arran sighed and plunked the glass onto the towel. “You missed drama involving your girl.”

His wish? His girl?

Confused, Nate stared at his ruddy-haired friend. If his memory served him, Courteney Bennett belonged to no man. Nate had seriously considered making a play for the saucy little romance writer. From her chocolate-coloured tresses and her consuming mocha eyes, down her curvy body to the tips of her toes, he longed to make her his. He itched to grasp her hips while driving into her from behind. She turned him on like no other.

Thank God the bar covered the tent in his jeans.

“Don’t look at me like you’re surprised.” Rolling his eyes, Arran picked up a wide mouth wine goblet. “As you know, Courteney and Byron split two months ago. Well, he came back to—” he hooked his fingers in the air, “—make things right.” Arran snorted. “His version of making things right meant parading his new girlfriend, Amber something-or-another, right under Court’s nose. The jerk.”

 

What’s His Passion? by @MeganSlayer #gay #gayromance #mm #mmromance #romance #porn #erotic #meganslayer

Wild Card by Megan Slayer card

A What’s His Passion Novel

From Pride Publishing

M/M, Anal Sex, Multiple Partners, Voyeurism

Novel

Contemporary Erotic Gay Romance

 

Following his heart and passion will be his biggest role of all.

Kris Hunter wants out. He’s done pornographic films for the last six years. The pay’s been good, but his creativity is nearly dead. His passion is to act and to be a star on the big screen in mainstream films. When he auditions for famed casting director, Zayn Mason, he’s convinced he’s on the right path. He doesn’t want to take the casting couch route to success, but he certainly wants Zayn in his bed. Can he follow his dreams and the man he desires or will forces beyond his control derail his progress?

Zayn Mason sees the potential in Kris. As a casting director, he looks for the right actor to fill the roles in movies. He’s seen plenty of talent come and go, but no one stirs his soul both creatively and physically like Kris. But Zayn knows the pitfalls of the movie industry. Crossing over from porn isn’t easy and Hollywood isn’t always forgiving. Besides, he’s got demons of his own. Can these men get beyond their pasts and find a future together under the bright lights of the silver screen?

Reader Advisory: This book contains scenes of voyeurism and intimacy with multiple partners.

Available From Pride Publishing: https://www.pride-publishing.com/book/wild-card

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Excerpt:

©Megan Slayer, 2016, All Rights Reserved

Just a few more movies and he’d be done. Kris Hunter curled the pages of the script in both hands. A dull ache started behind his eyes. He’d become popular in the adult film industry but desperately wanted to get out. Starring in porn paid the bills, but didn’t soothe his primal need to create. Shouting ‘take that cock up your ass now’ got old after a while.

He raked his fingers through his hair and read through his lines again. There wasn’t much to the script. A few lines about getting to know his playmate, then naked time. God. He’d been asked to star in another first experience flick. He should’ve known better.

If he wanted to get out of the business, he’d have to star in a few more films and bank up the rest of the money he needed. Time to get his head into the game.

“It’s your first time? A sexy man like you? Can’t be.”

Kris nodded. He needed to get into the headspace of a guy who wanted to hook up with a younger man. Gag. At twenty-seven, he wasn’t that fucking old. Still, he needed the money to fund his dream. He formed an image of his costar in his mind. Although he wasn’t attracted to the other performer, Kris did his best to act the part.

“That’s right,” Kris murmured. “You know how to kiss.”

His costar, Garig Ross, strode into the living room. “Are you actually practicing your lines?”

Kris opened his eyes. He hadn’t realized he’d closed them. “Go fuck yourself.”

“Now that’s not the way to entice me to want to be fucked by you.” Garig shrugged out of his street clothes. Unlike Kris, Garig seemed to love being nude. He folded his jeans and tucked his things into his duffle bag. “You’re supposed to make me at least kind of want to be with you.”

“I don’t want to be here or with you.” Kris dropped the script onto his bag. “I’m tired of these movies.”

“So?” Garig shook out the ripped denim. He waved the jeans around. “This won’t cover my ass.”

“That’s the point. You’re supposed to look young, interested, and green as hell but ready to take a seven-inch cock up your tight ass.” Kris rolled his eyes. “You’re young, but you are no virgin.”

“Don’t you know it.” Garig stepped into the jeans, then slid his cowboy boots back on. He admired his ass in the mirror. “Papa likes what he sees.”

If Kris had been on the prowl for a date and wasn’t picky, he might have hooked up with Garig for real. The guy was handsome. From his perfectly styled hair combed to appear as if he’d rolled straight out of bed, down his chiseled body to his sculpted legs, he personified sexy. Most guys wanted to fuck him—except Kris.

He’d made fifteen flicks with Garig. None of them endeared Garig to him. The guy might be hot, but he was also a hot mess. He dropped his pants for everyone and God only knew if he was careful.

“We’re going to do this thing.” Garig wriggled into the vest. His pierced nipples glinted in the light. “What are you saving all that money for?”

“Nothing.” Kris glanced in the mirror and slicked his hair back. He never wore his hair forward in the films. The combed-back style made him feel like the character rather than himself. Maybe that was crazy, but he preferred having the bit of separation.

He tucked his wallet, keys and phone into his bag, then stripped down to his running pants and the tank top. According to the script, he was supposed to start out on his balcony. Garig would be on the balcony next door, flirting.

He closed his eyes again. Three more films and he’d have enough money. A momentary vision popped into his brain. He didn’t want to be in front of the camera without his clothes. He’d be making actual movies with plots and good actors. Even if he had to fund the damn thing himself, he was going to be a real actor in a real movie. He opened his eyes. Get the film done and move forward.

“All right. Let’s go,” the director said. He pointed to Kris. “Your condoms and lube are beside the bed.”

“You’d make so much more money if you’d just do these bare.” Garig shrugged. “I’m raking it in.”

“I’m fine with what I’m doing.” At least when they worked, he knew he was safe. Kris made his way through the bedroom and stopped on the balcony.

“You’re going to chat him up. Stick to the script if you want, but you have to say he’s a hot piece of ass and you want to do him,” the director said. He clapped Kris on the shoulder. “Just make it sound intelligent and like you really want him.”

God. Kris stood on the balcony and gripped the railing. Three years before, he’d have considered throwing himself over the edge. Too many demons remained with him. He shook off the black feelings and focused on the job at hand.

“Ready? Action.” The director pointed to him. The camera clicked.

Time to shine. Kris gripped the railing again and stared at the city below. The palm trees waved in the slight breeze. Cars zipped down the street.

“There is nothing happening in this city.” He sighed. “Nothing.”

Garig appeared on his own balcony. “I don’t know about that.”

“Oh?” Kris leaned against his railing. “You’re new.”

“I am, and in more ways than you know.” Garig grinned. “Where’s your boyfriend?”

Ah. They weren’t following the script at all. Kris folded his hands. “I’m single. You?”

“Ready to mingle,” Garig replied. “Let me come over.”

“The door is open.” Kris nodded toward the other side of the apartment. “Let yourself in.”

“Cut,” the director shouted. “Reset. Good take.”

Kris groaned. He knew what to do next. Hell, he’d been a professional in the adult world since he’d turned twenty-one, six years ago. But he wanted more out of life. Unfortunately, life didn’t want him to graduate beyond the blow jobs and anal sex on camera. He thought back to his high school career. He’d nailed the Shakespeare plays and the dippy romantic comedies the drama club insisted on presenting every spring. He loved the rush of performing and the grit of having to work with others for that play to turn out right.

He glanced over at Garig. The only acting he’d get to do now would be to appear to be interested in what was going on. Another player strolled into the room. Not a grip or a camera man. Kris studied the new guy. Young and very eager. The kid practically bounced over to the director.

“Who?” Kris heard the director ask. “Oh. Over there. You know what to do.”

The kid crossed the room and stood in front of Kris. He didn’t say anything, just stared at him.

 

Wild Card by @meganslayer #gayromance #erotic #novel #pridepublishing #meganslayer

Wild Card by Megan Slayer wildcard_800 1

A What’s His Passion Novel

From Pride Publishing

M/M, Anal Sex, Multiple Partners, Voyeurism

Novel

Contemporary Erotic Gay Romance

 

Following his heart and passion will be his biggest role of all.

Kris Hunter wants out. He’s done pornographic films for the last six years. The pay’s been good, but his creativity is nearly dead. His passion is to act and to be a star on the big screen in mainstream films. When he auditions for famed casting director, Zayn Mason, he’s convinced he’s on the right path. He doesn’t want to take the casting couch route to success, but he certainly wants Zayn in his bed. Can he follow his dreams and the man he desires or will forces beyond his control derail his progress?

Zayn Mason sees the potential in Kris. As a casting director, he looks for the right actor to fill the roles in movies. He’s seen plenty of talent come and go, but no one stirs his soul both creatively and physically like Kris. But Zayn knows the pitfalls of the movie industry. Crossing over from porn isn’t easy and Hollywood isn’t always forgiving. Besides, he’s got demons of his own. Can these men get beyond their pasts and find a future together under the bright lights of the silver screen?

Reader Advisory: This book contains scenes of voyeurism and intimacy with multiple partners.

Available From Pride Publishing: https://www.pride-publishing.com/book/wild-card

Universal Link: https://books2read.com/u/bzp86n

Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B01CGCVVL6/

Amazon JP: https://www.amazon.co.jp/dp/B01CGCVVL6/

Amazon FR: https://www.amazon.fr/dp/B01CGCVVL6/

Amazon DE: https://www.amazon.de/Wild-Card-Whats-Passion-English-ebook/dp/B01CGCVVL6/

Amazon AU: https://www.amazon.com.au/Wild-Card-Whats-His-Passion-Megan-Slayer/dp/B01CGCVVL6/

Amazon CA: https://www.amazon.ca/Wild-Card-Whats-His-Passion-ebook/dp/B01CGCVVL6/

Excerpt:

©Megan Slayer, 2016, All Rights Reserved

Just a few more movies and he’d be done. Kris Hunter curled the pages of the script in both hands. A dull ache started behind his eyes. He’d become popular in the adult film industry but desperately wanted to get out. Starring in porn paid the bills, but didn’t soothe his primal need to create. Shouting ‘take that cock up your ass now’ got old after a while.

He raked his fingers through his hair and read through his lines again. There wasn’t much to the script. A few lines about getting to know his playmate, then naked time. God. He’d been asked to star in another first experience flick. He should’ve known better.

If he wanted to get out of the business, he’d have to star in a few more films and bank up the rest of the money he needed. Time to get his head into the game.

“It’s your first time? A sexy man like you? Can’t be.”

Kris nodded. He needed to get into the headspace of a guy who wanted to hook up with a younger man. Gag. At twenty-seven, he wasn’t that fucking old. Still, he needed the money to fund his dream. He formed an image of his costar in his mind. Although he wasn’t attracted to the other performer, Kris did his best to act the part.

“That’s right,” Kris murmured. “You know how to kiss.”

His costar, Garig Ross, strode into the living room. “Are you actually practicing your lines?”

Kris opened his eyes. He hadn’t realized he’d closed them. “Go fuck yourself.”

“Now that’s not the way to entice me to want to be fucked by you.” Garig shrugged out of his street clothes. Unlike Kris, Garig seemed to love being nude. He folded his jeans and tucked his things into his duffle bag. “You’re supposed to make me at least kind of want to be with you.”

“I don’t want to be here or with you.” Kris dropped the script onto his bag. “I’m tired of these movies.”

“So?” Garig shook out the ripped denim. He waved the jeans around. “This won’t cover my ass.”

“That’s the point. You’re supposed to look young, interested, and green as hell but ready to take a seven-inch cock up your tight ass.” Kris rolled his eyes. “You’re young, but you are no virgin.”

“Don’t you know it.” Garig stepped into the jeans, then slid his cowboy boots back on. He admired his ass in the mirror. “Papa likes what he sees.”

If Kris had been on the prowl for a date and wasn’t picky, he might have hooked up with Garig for real. The guy was handsome. From his perfectly styled hair combed to appear as if he’d rolled straight out of bed, down his chiseled body to his sculpted legs, he personified sexy. Most guys wanted to fuck him—except Kris.

He’d made fifteen flicks with Garig. None of them endeared Garig to him. The guy might be hot, but he was also a hot mess. He dropped his pants for everyone and God only knew if he was careful.

“We’re going to do this thing.” Garig wriggled into the vest. His pierced nipples glinted in the light. “What are you saving all that money for?”

“Nothing.” Kris glanced in the mirror and slicked his hair back. He never wore his hair forward in the films. The combed-back style made him feel like the character rather than himself. Maybe that was crazy, but he preferred having the bit of separation.

He tucked his wallet, keys and phone into his bag, then stripped down to his running pants and the tank top. According to the script, he was supposed to start out on his balcony. Garig would be on the balcony next door, flirting.

He closed his eyes again. Three more films and he’d have enough money. A momentary vision popped into his brain. He didn’t want to be in front of the camera without his clothes. He’d be making actual movies with plots and good actors. Even if he had to fund the damn thing himself, he was going to be a real actor in a real movie. He opened his eyes. Get the film done and move forward.

“All right. Let’s go,” the director said. He pointed to Kris. “Your condoms and lube are beside the bed.”

“You’d make so much more money if you’d just do these bare.” Garig shrugged. “I’m raking it in.”

“I’m fine with what I’m doing.” At least when they worked, he knew he was safe. Kris made his way through the bedroom and stopped on the balcony.

“You’re going to chat him up. Stick to the script if you want, but you have to say he’s a hot piece of ass and you want to do him,” the director said. He clapped Kris on the shoulder. “Just make it sound intelligent and like you really want him.”

God. Kris stood on the balcony and gripped the railing. Three years before, he’d have considered throwing himself over the edge. Too many demons remained with him. He shook off the black feelings and focused on the job at hand.

“Ready? Action.” The director pointed to him. The camera clicked.

Time to shine. Kris gripped the railing again and stared at the city below. The palm trees waved in the slight breeze. Cars zipped down the street.

“There is nothing happening in this city.” He sighed. “Nothing.”

Garig appeared on his own balcony. “I don’t know about that.”

“Oh?” Kris leaned against his railing. “You’re new.”

“I am, and in more ways than you know.” Garig grinned. “Where’s your boyfriend?”

Ah. They weren’t following the script at all. Kris folded his hands. “I’m single. You?”

“Ready to mingle,” Garig replied. “Let me come over.”

“The door is open.” Kris nodded toward the other side of the apartment. “Let yourself in.”

“Cut,” the director shouted. “Reset. Good take.”

Kris groaned. He knew what to do next. Hell, he’d been a professional in the adult world since he’d turned twenty-one, six years ago. But he wanted more out of life. Unfortunately, life didn’t want him to graduate beyond the blow jobs and anal sex on camera. He thought back to his high school career. He’d nailed the Shakespeare plays and the dippy romantic comedies the drama club insisted on presenting every spring. He loved the rush of performing and the grit of having to work with others for that play to turn out right.

He glanced over at Garig. The only acting he’d get to do now would be to appear to be interested in what was going on. Another player strolled into the room. Not a grip or a camera man. Kris studied the new guy. Young and very eager. The kid practically bounced over to the director.

“Who?” Kris heard the director ask. “Oh. Over there. You know what to do.”

The kid crossed the room and stood in front of Kris. He didn’t say anything, just stared at him.