After the Con…the FanGirl Moment with @meganslayer #meganslayer #fangirl #writers #convention #RAGT18

I have a confession. I’m a terrible fangirl. Really. I’m a writer and a voracious reader. I’m a sucker for a hot cover, too. But getting up the nerve to talk to those authors I love…that’s a challenge.

Cheryl Dragon is one of my favorite authors. So is Jocie McKade. The nice thing about them is I’m already friends with them, so talking to them is easy.

I love Morgan Malone and Gracie Guy, too. I’m friends with them, so that’s not a hardship to talk to them, either.

Now, don’t get the wrong idea. When I say hardship, I don’t mean it’s literally impossible or negative to speak to some authors. I don’t mean that at all. I mean, it’s hard for me to gather up the pluck to say, hi, I’m a sucker for your books. Silly, right? I want to hear people like my books, why wouldn’t others want to know I’ve enjoyed theirs?

I hate sounding ridiculous.

But this year, I went out of my comfort zone. I knew Ella Quinn would be at the event. I’ve had her on my blog for ages and loved her books for just as long. I wanted to say thank you for writing those books and put a face to the name, since she’d been on my blog.

I got my chance. Actually, I got to meet her and Jade Lee. I’ve loved Jade Lee’s dressmaker series since the first book. But Ella Quinn is a nice, sweet, soft-spoken lady. It was a great honor to meet her and I don’t think I sounded silly. There’s no guarantee I didn’t, but I hope I didn’t. I’m glad to call her a friend.

That’s one of the great things about #RAGT18. You can arrive feeling alone and leave with a whole slew of new friends. You’re not alone. I started going as a reader and now… well, I’m still a reader, but I put together a few choice words from time to time.

More on the con later. Promise.

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After the Con… with @meganslayer #convention #work #writing #friends

Every year in June, I have the opportunity to attend a great event. I love going to the Reader and Author Get Together (#RAGT18). This is my time to have writer-girl time. I get to fangirl. I get to just be an author for a little while.

I’m guessing you’re wondering what I mean by just being an author time. Here’s the thing… when I’m at home and writing on my side of my laptop, it’s me and the computer. I know I have fans. I know I have readers. That’s not me being full of myself. You email me and tell me you’re reading. I meet readers who tell me they like my work.

But when I’m at the con, I get to be an author. I get to be me. I get to meet the readers, talk about my books and even drop a new one. That’ll be in a later post. Trust me. It’s coming.

I get to think about writing, talk about writing and not have to deal with the unglamorous part of my life–pets who leave little messes, ferrying kids, paying bills and being a life partner. I don’t dislike those things. I’m a happy mom, wife and pet parent. But sometimes it’s nice to be recognized for being an author.

That’s part of the fun of the event.

I’ll have more this week. There was so much that went on at the event, it’s hard to cover it in one post.

Later, tater.

Just You & Me by @WendiZwaduk #contemporary #bdsm #romance #wendizwaduk

Just You & Me by Wendi Zwaduk 

from Totally Bound

M/F Romance

BDSM, Wax Play, Pain Play, Bondage, Exhibition, Fetish

Short Story

What’s a girl to do when she’s not ready to leave the single life but the right man has come along with a collar?

Ryder Lucas didn’t come to Exposed, looking for a sub. He joined his best friend’s club to demonstrate fetishes and enjoy the single life. Then he sees Cat and uses her for a scene. She’s everything he’s ever wanted in a sub and a woman. He won’t rest until the blonde bombshell is his.

Catharina ‘Cat’ McLean doesn’t want a permanent Master. She’s happy taking part in the occasional scene but won’t be collared. She’d rather be in control of her life. When Ryder asks her to be a part of a scene with him, she sees no reason to refuse. He’s tall, dark, handsome and she can’t resist him. He knows how to play with her fetishes—wax, ice and bondage—but is she willing to submit to him on a full-time basis?

Who knew finding a heart’s desire would be this all-consuming?

Reader Advisory: This book contains scenes of ice play, wax play, pain play.

Available October 24th: https://www.totallybound.com/book/just-you-and-me

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B076BQ3Q22/

https://books2read.com/u/bxq9Xk

Now for that Tease!

©Copyright Wendi Zwaduk 2017

“Sir?” She rested her hands on her hips but held onto the card. “Question.”

Ryder froze, then turned around. His eyes widened. “You’re topless.”

“You told me to disrobe.” She tipped her head. “May I pull my hair back?”

“Of course.” He nodded. “I want you to be comfortable.”

“Good.” She turned her attention to removing the rest of her clothes. Another thought occurred to her. “What about shoes? Do you want me in heels? Boots?”

“Bare is fine.” He held out his hand. “Do you have the elastic—or clips—for your hair?”

“Oh!” She offered up the black band.

He stood behind her and gathered her hair at the crown of her head. “Tell me if this hurts.”

“I get off on the pain,” she said. A laugh bubbled in her throat. At least he’d made her feel comfortable. “You’re fine.”

“Good.”

She bit back a moan. She loved having her hair played with. When a man ran his fingers through the long strands and massaged her scalp, the motions sent her into another orbit. She swayed then righted herself. “Thank you, Sir.”

“You’re welcome.” He stood before her again. His gaze slid up and down her body. “What’s the card?”

“That’s how I get into the office. I usually keep it in my bra, but since I don’t have one on…” She hesitated. “Would you keep it for me? On your person? It’s very important. I don’t like to have it out of my sight.”

“Of course.” He tucked the card into his front pocket. “Won’t leave here until you ask for it.”

“Thank you.” Relief washed over her. She clasped her hands behind her and widened her stance a bit. Did she measure up? Chilly air caressed her body. Electricity zapped her from within.

“You’re pierced.” He tapped her nipple. “What other surprises do you have?”

“I guess you’ll have to find out when we play.”

 

 

 

What’s your favorite book convention to attend and why? with @meganslayer #conventions #ragt18 #writing #authorlife

I have two different conventions I like to attend. I’m sort of an oddball, though. The first big convention I love to attend would be the Lori Foster Reader and Author Get Together (#RAGT18) down in Cincinnati, Ohio. This convention always sells out and almost always in a matter of minutes.

The thing about this con is that it’s smallish. There are only 500 attendees, including the authors and it’s mostly readers. It’s all in one hotel and the hotel is small so there’s little worry of getting lost. One hallway and two turns…and you’ve seen it all. But it’s like being with family. Many of the same people attend and it’s fun. It’s not stuffy. You’re hanging out with your friends. Really.

There are raffles, lots of little things where you can hang with authors and the money for the raffles go to the animal shelter. You’re helping critters and could win a basket. I love it. Want to know more? http://readerauthorgettogether.com/

The other convention I like to attend that’s really not a convention, but rather a tiny event, is the Books and Brunch event put on by the Friends of the Keystone-LaGrange Public Library. Now, I see you’re thinking…a friends of the library event? Must be small. It is. There are only four featured authors. It’s only a couple hour event. But being smallish helps. You get to talk to the authors and you’re served a wonderful brunch for only $12 a ticket. How can you beat that?

I love being able to talk to the authors, to have great food and mostly help the library. That’s the big thing for me. For this event, all the money goes to the library for the renovations to the existing building. How cool is that? Find out more right here: http://www.elyrialibrary.org/KLCLFriends_Home.html

You’ll Think of Me by @WendiZwaduk #mf #romance #erotic #military

You’ll Think of Me by Wendi Zwaduk 

Totally Bound

Contemporary

Novella

M/F, Anal Sex, Outdoor Sex

The man of her dreams finally came home from the war, but is he still the man she remembers or have his demons changed him forever?

Melanie Roberts loved her best friend more than she could ever imagine, and for longer than she wants to admit. Though once lovers, she’s resigned herself to being no more than his best friend and roommate. On the eve of his return from deployment in Iraq, in order to keep her heart from breaking, she decides she’s moving on—after one last sexy night.

Cade Nicholson has come to a decision. As he comes home damaged in both body and soul from his latest deployment, all he wants is to find comfort in Melanie’s arms. Unsure and unsteady in expressing his love to the only woman to hold his heart, he has to find a way to convince her of his true feelings.

Can two best friends overcome their demons to prove their love for one another before past decisions come back to haunt them and it’s too late?

Available from: Totally Bound : https://www.totallybound.com/youll-think-of-me?author_id=125

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

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B004O6MSXI/

Amazon DE: https://www.amazon.de/dp/B004O6MSXI/

Amazon CA: https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B004O6MSXI/

Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B004O6MSXI/

Amazon AU: https://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B004O6MSXI/

Amazon JP: https://www.amazon.co.jp/dp/B004O6MSXI/

Bookstrand: http://www.bookstrand.com/youll-think-of-me

Barnes and Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/youll-think-of-me-wendi-zwaduk/1104681272?ean=9780857153418

 

EXCERPT:

© Wendi Zwaduk, 2010, All Rights Reserved

“I’m still his housemate, not his personal chauffeur.”

Melanie Roberts waited by the ticket counter at the Cincinnati/Northern Kentucky International Airport for her friends to arrive. Waiting by the gates ensured she’d see them faster than if she waited on the lower level by the baggage claims. She mumbled to herself as she gazed at the empty gateway. “I don’t know why I let him talk me into this.” A woman turned, glaring at Melanie who shrugged. “Who am I kidding? I can’t wait for Cade to return.”

The air in the terminal enveloped her in a personal sauna. What happened to the high-dollar air-conditioning system mentioned in the local newspaper? She fanned herself, trying to remember whether she put on deodorant this morning. Beads of sweat trickled between her breasts and dampened her bra. She blew out a puff of air and tucked her humidity-frizzed hair back under her hat.

An announcer interrupted her private sweltering. “Flight two-two-three-three from Dulles is on a thirty-minute delay due to heavy thunderstorms. Repeat, flight two-two-three-three from Dulles is on a thirty-minute delay.”

Melanie removed her ball cap. She ran a shaky hand through her hair. Her ruby ring caught on a few strands and she cursed under her breath. She replaced the tattered hat and tucked her hair under the frayed edges. Her heart thudded, making it hard to breathe. Her boys, Cade and Rhett, weren’t on that particular flight. She checked the nearby screen. Flight one-five-two-seven from JFK International Airport—their flight—was already on the ground and in the process of debarking.

Any time now, guys…

In the distance, someone’s cell phone played an old country tune, ‘He Loved Me’, and took her back to a time when things had been much simpler and her heart hadn’t been broken. She hummed a few bars and scanned the crowd once more.

The image of Cade and the words to the song stuck fast in her mind. If he hadn’t cheated, he’d still be mine… She fidgeted with the ruby ring and fought off the anxiousness that naturally came when she waited for him to return from a deployment. Nervous energy sizzled through her veins as she cracked her knuckles. She didn’t know what else to do with her hands when she couldn’t watch the world through the safety of her camera lens.

Where were they?

A barrage of laughter rang in Melanie’s ears and a shimmer of excitement slipped through her. She knew that baritone—Staff Sergeant Rhett Ione. “Give me sugar, Melanie!”

Opening her arms, she turned. “Rhett! How’s my guy?”

Crushing her in his grasp, he whirled her around. “You make coming home a blast, little girl!”

When he plopped her back onto her feet, she continued to clutch his biceps. “I missed you, but where is Cade? I thought you got leave together?”

Rhett tucked a loose lock of hair behind her ear. “Leave, yes. The same flight, no. Cade flew out of Germany and I came straight from the Gulf.”

Embarrassed by her lack of tact, she averted her gaze. Rhett tipped her chin. “Hey, I know you missed me, but you have a thing for him. But I’m still one of your best friends and only passing through. Chill. He’s due to land—” he glanced at his all-weather watch, “—in a moment or two.”

Melanie sighed. She opened her mouth to speak, when a voice from behind interrupted her.

“Excuse me?”

Ginnifer Larkin stood a foot away and narrowed her green eyes. “Are you here to give them a ride?” She folded her arms and shifted her weight. The pale yellow sundress clung to her slender figure and accentuated her pert breasts. Her silky caramel-coloured hair fell around her shoulders.

Why the hell did Cade’s fuck-friend have to show up? Melanie forced a smile to her lips. “I’m taking them home, yes.” Speaking under her breath so no one but Rhett would hear, she mumbled. “Just like an ex would…”

Ginnifer chewed her ruby-red bottom lip. “We never broke up, you know.” Her eyes lit up and a smile brightened her heart-shaped face. “You’re home!”

When Melanie tried to turn, a pair of strong arms enfolded her and restricted her movement. Warm breath tickled her cheek and the scratch of day-old whiskers abraded her neck. While her legs turned to jelly, her heart raced. Desire pooled low in her belly.

“I missed you, Melly.”

 

Saturday Seven ~ 7 Things I Learned This Week @meganslayer #iamwriting #laptop #satseven #saturday7 #lessonslearned

Find the other Saturday Seven posts here!

This week for the Saturday Seven, I’d like to touch on the seven or so things I learned this week. You see, my laptop was down. Not just, oh it’s a little slow, but down. Not going to do much, practically bricked, down. DH got it back up and running without having to get a new one. Trust me, I’m glad. The next few months won’t be great and I don’t want to add a few more financial hits. Laptops aren’t cheap. Anyway… here are my seven things I learned while I couldn’t use the computer. Oh, and these aren’t in any order. 🙂 And no, this isn’t my laptop. 😛 

By User:Seqqis [CC BY-SA 3.0 (https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0)%5D, from Wikimedia Commons

7. Silence is golden. Okay, sounds cliche, but not having to check the internet for goodness knows what is kind of nice.

6. Life doesn’t end because there’s no facebook. Sounds silly, right? I mean, it’s facebook. I use it for authorly stuff. But it was kind of nice to not have it blinking at me.

5. I miss writing my author updates on facebook. I love talking to my readers – that means you! – and giving that little update in my group was kind of nice. Reassuring. It made me feel like someone’s paying attention. Not writing it or being able to post it sort of stunk.

4. Sometimes you can’t make commitments. I had a guest blog I was supposed to post. With the laptop down, I couldn’t. The host told me to send the stuff to post and they’d do it for me. Generous and I love that person to death for the offer. But I couldn’t GET to the stuff because…yeah, it was on the computer.

3. That niggling feeling to copy folders onto the hard drive shouldn’t be ignored. I knew I should’ve done that last copy. I knew it. I mean, duh. That’s what I got the hard drive for. And I’d just copied to it the week before, but I added documents and photos. I didn’t want to lose them. So, yeah, I’m back to every other day copying and backing up.

2. Photos can’t be replicated. Here’s the thing. I like to take photos. Love to. Maybe it’s just silly stuff, but hey, I like to take photos. The dogs, the tot, the DH, landscapes, whatever. I can’t get those back if they’re deleted. I can try and there might be some bizarre way to do it, but I don’t know how. Knowing I can’t always recover them reinforces the notion I need to back up…EVERYTHING.

1. DH is the freaking bomb. Yep. He managed to find and fix everything. I’m not even sure how the whole thing shook out, but he managed to get the laptop fixed and everything back on it. He’s the man. Period.

I’m off to finally watch the Avengers: Infinity War movie. It’s late, but it’s about time. Enjoy! 

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

Saturday Night Special 

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.