Monday Morning Armchair Quarterback ~ Hall of Fame Game Edition ~ @meganslayer #football

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My Bengals didn’t play in the Hall of Fame game and that’s okay. The season will come soon enough. Until then, there were some great quotes from the game. The Cardinals and Cowboys were interesting and the comments were hilarious!!!

Now, about those quotes…

“They won’t see action tonight.” 

Why not? Were they in a time out?

“to present you.”

Must mean I’m out of time out.

“He was a stunning man.”

He is a stud.

“He came off the edge.”

He’s the man.

“You don’t want to end up getting involved with those guys.”

Because they play on the edge? If that’s your fetish…

“Could he get in and be trouble with the tight ends?”

Gotta give him time to decide what he wants to do before you give him hell.

Stay tuned for the preseason quotes and once the preseason starts, look for the honorable mentions that didn’t quite make the cut from this game. You won’t want to miss it!

 

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Andy Dalton, #14, Quarterback for the Cincinnati Bengals
By Melissa Batson (Own work) [CC-BY-SA-3.0
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Friday Flirt ~ A Sinful Tune by @WendiZwaduk #contemporary #romance #menage #Fridayflirt @MeganSlayer

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This week’s flirt comes from my upcoming novella, A Sinful Tune. White hot menage romance! Check it out!

‘A Sinful Tune’ by Wendi Zwaduk asinfultune_800

MFM, Ménage, Anal Sex, Double Penetration

Contemporary

From Totally Bound

 

Two hot rockers and one girl…what could go wrong?

Robbie thought when he formed his band he’d get the girls, the gigs and the money. He’s got the gigs, but the money is a little slower in coming. He’s also got more than a few secrets. He wants the band to succeed, but even more, he wants to find the one woman who can accept him—warts and all, but also with his best friend Dillon involved.

Dillon loves Robbie like a brother. Robbie’s his other half in the music world. He handles the words while Robbie writes the music for the band. But all the music in the world isn’t enough if they don’t have their perfect third—Jess. She hits all the right notes for him and Robbie. The only issue? She may not accept their love in return.

Jess has followed the band for years and worked her way up to selling their merchandise. She knows their music almost as well as they do, but doubts they’d want to be with her. She’s so unlike the other women they’ve had—she’s short, curvy and a purple-haired goth.  When Robbie and Dillon hang out with her after one of the gigs, she has a choice to make. Either head home and wonder or let go of her fears and give the two men of her dreams the chance to make her fantasies come to life.

Available from Totally Bound: https://www.totallybound.com/book/threes-a-charm

Now for that Flirt!!

©Copyright Wendi Zwaduk 2017

“I’m not afraid of you,” Jess said. “But I know when I’m not wanted. I’m not pretty like Elaine or Carol and I’m not skinny, either. You need a girl who can act the part, not just be loyal.”

“Who says?” Dillon stood beside her. “You’re beautiful, unique, and one hell of a lot more real than those two ever were.”

“Right.” She rolled her eyes and shrugged away from Dillon.

Robbie snagged her in his arms. He pinned her between his body and Dillon’s, then cupped her face in his hands. “Tell me you don’t feel this. Show me the connection between us—the three of us—isn’t real. Convince me.”

She parted her lips and her eyes widened. “I can’t.” She tensed. “I feel it, but I’m scared. I’m not—”

He kissed her before she could finish her sentence. He knew what she was about to say. She wasn’t nearly as plain or boring as she wanted to believe. The passion was real and she’d deprived herself because she’d thought she wasn’t good enough? Bullshit.

Jess balled her hands on his chest, but didn’t push him away. He swallowed her whimpers. God, he loved the way she tasted. He nibbled on her bottom lip, then slid his tongue along hers. He’d never realized how good she felt in his arms.

“I want in on this,” Dillon said. “Don’t count me out.”

Robbie broke the kiss and rested his forehead on Jessica’s. “Honey, we’re not the best men for you. God knows, I’m a mess and Dillon’s not perfect, but we want you.”

“Yes.” Dillon nipped her neck and elicited a groan from her. He wound his arms around her waist.

She leaned back against Dillon’s chest. “I don’t understand. Why now? Why me?”

“Why not?” Dillon murmured. He resumed kissing her neck.

“Because we’ve wanted this for a long time, but kept it quiet. The exes were right to worry. We’ve had our eyes on you.” Robbie knew as soon as he’d said the last bit that his words were harsher than he’d meant.

“To say you had me?” Her cheeks flushed, but she didn’t pull away from Robbie or Dillon.

She wasn’t just another woman. “You make me sound horrible. Honey, you understand us,” Robbie said. He kissed her hard on the lips. “Because I’ve dreamed about you.”

Best I Ever Had by @WendiZwaduk ~ Did You Get Your Copy Yet? #readinglist #contemporaryromance

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Scarred Hearts, #1

by Wendi Zwaduk

Publisher: Megan Slayer

 

The objective—keep her safe. No one said anything about falling in love.

All she wanted was a pint of ice cream, not to be a witness to a double murder. Good thing Emma’s got not one, but two, sexy men willing to keep her safe. As long as she can keep her hands to herself.

Sam’s mission? To find the man responsible for the murder. He’s not going to rest until the streets are safe, even if it means having his best friend guard his best girl. It’s the best option, right?

Quint never dreamed he’d be attracted to his best friend’s wife…and his best friend. He’s got to keep his hands to himself all while figuring out what he wants from life, even if love equals Emma and Sam in Quint’s bed.

Is love in the cards or are they going to go up in flames before they get started?

Available at:

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Amazon:  http://www.amazon.com/Best-Menage-Romance-Scarred-Hearts-ebook/dp/B01E2LK3EA/ref=sr_1_2?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1460426493&sr=1-2

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EXCERPT –

©Wendi Zwaduk, 2016, All Rights Reserved

Six months of waiting in hiding hadn’t eased her mind. Living in the gated community helped, but if someone wanted her dead, it would happen. Gates and armed guards didn’t stand a chance against a machine gun or whatever served as Morales’ weapon of choice. He wanted her to keep quiet, no matter what.

No toys or quickies with Quint would erase her pain. “Catch him so it’s all over.” Emma blinked back tears of frustration. “I want my life back.”

She touched the picture of Sam on the counter. Her heart squeezed in her chest. He didn’t have to go to the lengths he’d gone to for her. I won’t risk losing you. She sighed. What if she lost him in the process?

“I miss him, too.” Quint placed his hand on hers.

Emma bumped shoulders with him and wiped her cheeks. “I know. I’m glad you’re here. I’d be stir crazy alone.”

“Won’t be long, now.” He kissed her temple. “Promise.”

The words failed to comfort her. “If I’m not safe in the Leatherwoods, I’m not safe anywhere. Do you hear that, Quint? I’m done.” She shoved the newspaper into the recycle bin and headed to the refrigerator. Emma withdrew a half-empty bottle of rose wine. “If I want to sip a glass of wine on my balcony, then by God, I should be able to.” She nodded to herself and poured a generous amount into a wine goblet. “You can watch for all I care. I want to have a normal life again.”

She balanced the wine glass in her fingers and picked up a lighter for the citronella candles and her book from the table. She shoved the lighter in her back pocket and stuck her book under her free arm. Emma crossed the room and stepped through the sliding doors. The potted pansies fluttered in the slight wind. She dropped the book on the lounger and left the wine glass on the ground beside the chair.

“Seems like a nice time to take in some afternoon sun.” Shielding her eyes with her hand, she glanced around at the neighboring terraces. For a humid late July afternoon, no one seemed to be home and that suited her fine. “Looks like we’re alone, anyway.”

“You try my patience,” Quint growled. He plopped down onto the balcony railing. “Anyone with a good shot could take your ass out right now. Why are you chancing it?”

“I’m not chancing anything with you standing there ready to take the bullet,” Emma snorted. Six months of having someone watching her managed to kill her modesty. Sure, time spent in her bedroom meant time alone. Anywhere else in the apartment gave Quint ample view of what she did. Most of the time his presence didn’t bother her. He was Sam’s best friend. They shared everything—except her. So she enjoyed strolling to the kitchenette every once in a while in the nude? Quint, being the consummate good guy with a foul mouth, never acted on impulse. Sam alluded to wanting a threesome with her and Quint. Based on Quint’s reactions, she doubted the event would happen—the talk needed to evolve into action.

Whatever.

“I’m going to immerse myself in a book.”

Monday Morning Armchair Quarterback ~ Week 7

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We still stink, but the Bengals looked a whole lot better this week. They almost looked like the team they were last year. Almost. A win is still a win. I’m running with it. Since it’s that time…let’s get to the funnies.

There are Honorable Mentions from last week–like always–so…here we go…

“it doesn’t look like two.”

What does it look like then?

“they way they got stuffed on third and one…wow.”

Maybe that’s why it was hard to tell if it was two… or three.

“Able to deliver a good ball under duress.”

If it’s two on one and he’s uncomfy, then this is even more impressive. I hope he wanted the two on one.

Okay, time for the Quotes of the Week. These are a real rip. Always!

“they’ve not been able to take it home tonight.”

Maybe they didn’t want to go home?

 “gave it a little shake and got it open.”

Usually it takes fingers to do that…not shaking.

“stuffing it in quickly.”

I guess that’s what to do now that it’s open.

“hit that hole hard.”

Are you sure? Or did they ask for that? Seems questionable.

“could not get it done.”

 I’m thinking there’s a story here. He pushed too hard, was rebuked and that’s the end of that. What do you think?

And now for the Doozy of the Week. Oh my…

This one is all kinds of wrong. Just all kinds.

“down to the ground, back up again and he got the sack.”

He’s got persistence and someone has an impressive sack. Just sayin’.

Thanks for reading and please check out the other posts from the rest of the week.

Enjoy!

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Andy Dalton, #14, Quarterback for the Cincinnati Bengals
By Melissa Batson (Own work) [CC-BY-SA-3.0

Sunday Snog ~ Molten Steel by @WendiZwaduk #SundaySnog #kindleworld #newrelease

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Find the other snogs right here: http://victoriablisse.co.uk/blog/sunday-snog/

Time for the Sunday Snog. I’ve been off the last few weeks, so this is a perfect time to come back. This is a snog from my latest release, Molten Steel. If you like what you read, grab a copy and let me know what you think. Enjoy!

Molten Steel by Wendi Zwaduk molten-steel-cover-final3

A Dallas Fire and Rescue Kindle World Story

Contemporary

Novella

M/F, Anal Sex, Toys

Breaking down was never this freeing.

Rory Speedle charms the world and rocks the stage with his band, Disaster Transport. He’s dealt with ex-girlfriends, overzealous fans and letters from a stalker, but nothing has prepared him for his next concert date. When the tour bus catches fire on the outskirts of Dallas, he loses more than just his instruments. His desire to create music is gone and he believes his hope is next. Then he meets Cady Hollister and everything changes. She inspires him and stokes his desire.

Cady knows the handsome rock and roller won’t be in town long. He’s only at her hotel until the band bus is replaced. Still, he makes her feel like a woman again—sexy, desirable and beautiful. He claims he wants her in his life as more than a passing fancy. Can he convince her to five him a try or will his fame keep them from finding the love they both deserve?

Love could be his salvation, if he’s willing to work for the woman he wants.

Available from Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01M9ADBB5?ref_=pe_2427780_160035660

 Now for that snog!!

©Wendi Zwaduk, 2016, All Rights Reserved

She had no idea what he looked like in his Kane persona, but she had a feeling he oozed sex appeal. She allowed herself to think about him without his clothes on.

Tall and lanky, but strong. What would the ridges of his chest feel like under her fingers? She sandwiched her hands between her thighs to keep from reaching for him. Did he have tattoos? Would he kiss the back of her neck until she moaned and hold her during thunderstorms? Maybe whisper to her the words to his latest song?

“Cady?” Rory waved his hand in front of her face. “You in there?”

She snapped out of her daydream. “Fuck.”

“Not now, but eventually.” Rory smiled and leaned on the piano top. “What were you thinking about? I doubt you were that into the song.” He glanced over at the dog. “Henri liked it.”

“Huh?” He had her all out of sorts. Being honest now wouldn’t do her any good. “I was listening.”

He scooted across the bench until their knees touched. “You said fuck.” He curled his fingers under her chin. “Such a dirty word from a pretty mouth.”

She wasn’t sure if he’d crossed out of the realm of sexy to skeevy or if this was part of his persona. She shrugged and pulled away from him.

“What?” Rory scrambled to his feet. “What’d I do?”

“Nothing.” She backed up. “I just—I remembered I was needed at the desk.”

“No you weren’t.” He didn’t move. Just stared at her. “What’d I say that upset you?”

She rubbed her hands on her jeans. “The dirty word thing. It sounded pervy.”

“Oh.” He chuckled. “It wasn’t meant to.” He inched over to her. He towered over her and his hair dipped in front of his eyes. “I was trying to kiss you. I’ve never been good at romancing women. A crowd, yeah, but one woman? Nope. May I kiss you?”

“Me?” Her voice cracked. “Don’t you have a girlfriend or something? I’m sure you do. Probably lots of them.” What was she doing? He’d put the moves on her and she was pushing him away—the exact opposite of what she’d wanted.

“Nope.” He curled his fingers under her chin again. “I like you, Cady.” He brushed his nose against hers. “You intrigue me.”

She flattened her hands on her pants to keep from reaching for him. He intrigued her, too. She closed her eyes and although her brain screamed for her to put distance between her and him, she tipped her head to the side. The moment he fluttered his lips over hers, her insides superheated. She couldn’t breathe. He swiped his tongue across the seam of her mouth, then pressed the kiss further.

Oh my God. This is real. She smoothed her palms over his chest and he swallowed her sigh. Damn, the man was all muscle under the bulky sweatshirt. He eased his arms around her and held her flush against him. Being with him was dangerous. If she kept kissing him, her mind would wander and she’d get ideas like keeping things going with him. She knew better than to lower her defenses. He’d leave her. He was in a band and bands toured. This was a stop—maybe a long one—but still a pause. Eventually, he’d walk out of her life. She caught herself. What the hell was she doing? Overthinking. Yeah, he’d leave, but this was only a kiss. Not a declaration of love or even a night of passion.

Rory rested his forehead against hers and rubbed his nose on hers again. “I wish the bus hadn’t caught fire, but I’m glad we got to stop here.” He cupped her jaw in both hands. “I’m glad I met you.”

“Same here.” She closed her eyes and kissed him, this time taking the lead. She’d never know if she’d get her heart broken if she didn’t give Rory a try. He groaned into the kiss. The bulge in his sweat pants rubbed between her legs. The heat from his body overwhelmed her. Oh hell, she could get lost in his eyes and his arms.

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Out Now ~ Dancing Together by Wendi Zwaduk

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Naughty Teachers, book 4

Contemporary, Holiday, Christmas

Short Story

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

Ellora’s Cave

 

What happens in Vegas at Christmas stays in Vegas…

 

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Jordy Murphy isn’t the warm, fuzzy family type. Instead of getting together with all the newly minted couples in his family, he is in the center of sin, decadence and sex for the holidays. He craves the lights, the Christmas glitter and dancing with sexy women when he spots the one woman he hoped to see, but never expected to be there—Ally.
Allyson Benson wants Jordy Murphy in her stocking for Christmas. No other present will do, so she’s pulling out all the stops to show him a sexy time. Will their relationship extinguish faster than Christmas candles or do they have the passion to last throughout the season?

 

 

Available at:

https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-dancingtogether-1935947-149.html

 

http://www.amazon.com/Dancing-Together-Wendi-Zwaduk-ebook/dp/B01846TTIK/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1448310909&sr=8-2&keywords=wendi+zwaduk

 

 

EXCERPT:

 

Copyright © Wendi Zwaduk, 2015, All Rights Reserved

“I need some Christmas cheer.” Jordy Murphy stood in front of the mirror in his Las Vegas hotel room and groaned. He raked his fingers over the top of his head. He’d cut his hair the week before and still wasn’t sure about the new look. The shorter ’do was too severe. He preferred the longer, floppy style with highlights streaked into his blond hair. The change wasn’t awful, just different—and he’d be able to hide it under a Santa hat anyway.

He adjusted his tie, emblazoned with snowballs, then smoothed out the suit coat. He snorted. The outfit was rather formal for clubbing in Vegas, but he wasn’t headed to just any club on any given night. This was Christmas Eve. According to the e-invite he’d received, he was to go upstairs to Club49 for the holiday extravaganza. Fifty bucks a head with all drinks and a buffet included as well. Unless the unnamed item had the name of the club emblazoned on it, he’d re-gift to his brother or sister.

He turned away from the mirror and fiddled with the band on his smart watch. The device had been the best investment and his Christmas present to himself. He’d inputted his identification and credit card information so he wouldn’t have to worry about losing his wallet at the party. As he swiped across the screens on his watch, he noticed an image. His breath clogged in his throat. Allyson Benson. According to her email, she’d be in Vegas at the same party. She’d been the reason he’d decided to duck out of Cleveland in favor of the lights in Sin City. Was she really waiting upstairs? He wasn’t sure, but he knew he wanted her in his stocking for Christmas.

The lights on the Strip flashed in his hotel room. He’d left the curtains for his bank of windows open. The play of color calmed him. He strolled over to the wall of glass and gazed out at the strip below. No snow, unlike Cleveland and northern Ohio. Back home, his favorite state was buried in a foot of the white stuff. He glanced up at the sky, expecting to see stars, but there were none. He liked stars.

For a moment he wondered if there was any peace on the Strip. There probably wasn’t much silence back home. He shuddered. He loved his brother and sister-in-law as well as his sister and brother-in-law. Hell, he’d been the best man in both of his brother Corey’s weddings. He shook his head. Only Corey could fuck up his love life and still come out on top. Katie, Corey’s wife, had more patience than a saint to put up with Corey and to marry him twice.

Jordy pinched the bridge of his nose. Maybe it was the jet lag from the long flight or the time change, but part of him wished he wasn’t going to the party. A tiny bit of him wanted to be home with his family—despite the fact that they drove him berserk. He wasn’t about to listen to more baby talk or help his sister and brother-in-law decide on baby names. So they were going to make him an uncle? Wonderful, but he didn’t give a shit what they named the kid. Was that bad? Did that make him an awful uncle? Oh well.

Something his father said came to mind. “Never stick with one woman and never let anyone tie you down.” His father certainly lived by that motto. Each of his children was created with a different woman. When Dear Old Dad showed up for a family gathering, he had a new female on his arm. Jordy wished his father would’ve stuck with one woman to birth his children—that would’ve made life easier and removed most of the tension from the holidays. But no. Gary Murphy needed to keep his love life interesting. Jordy swore he’d never turn into a womanizer like his father.

At least his family wouldn’t be in Vegas for Christmas.

Thinking about children and relationships made his head ache. This was Christmas. He should be wanting to get together, not shove them all aside. He wasn’t good at relationships and loved his somewhat easy life. He spent a lot of time on his own. Being alone was great to a degree—he didn’t have to answer to anyone and could do things at his own pace. He didn’t have to worry about letting someone down. Sometimes, though, he wanted to share his life with someone.

His thoughts traveled to Allyson again. He sat on the bed and stared at her picture on his watch. He liked her and liked the way she fit in his arms. He dreamed about her kiss. Her laugh always brought him out of a bad mood. She’d been the one to suggest the trip and even gave him space. She was good for him and smart to boot.

So why wasn’t he with her in her room? Or in adjacent rooms? Because she’d claimed she didn’t want to intrude on his life if he decided to hook up with someone else for the holidays.

What if Allyson was the hottie he wanted to snuggle up with for Christmas? She could be the woman who played with his Yule log. He snorted. What a bad joke. He wasn’t huge, but he made do with what the good Lord had given him. Allyson seemed to like his dick. He smoothed his hand over the growing bulge in his pants. He wanted to find Allyson, bring her to his room and decorate her in whipped cream for the holidays. She liked to use toys in the bedroom. Maybe they could find a twenty-four hour sex shop and buy a little more Christmas cheer.

His phone beeped, bringing him out of his mini-fantasy. He sighed. He needed to head upstairs to the party, but he couldn’t get her out of his brain. What if she wasn’t there? What if Allyson paired off with someone else? He wasn’t sure he wanted to see her with another man. He’d kept things casual with her, so he only had himself to blame if she did decide to dump him for good.

He’d worry about her later. She might not be there, but there was a chance she’d come to Vegas and wanted to heat up the holidays with him.

Jordy stood and removed the Santa hat long enough to don the mask. Wearing a masquerade mask for the duration of the party seemed a little much, but whatever. He unzipped and loosened his belt. He needed to tuck his keycard into the little pocket inside his dress pants. Jordy locked his keys and wallet in the room safe, then strolled out of the room in the direction of the elevator. He pressed the button and while he waited for the car, he noted the eight doors in the hallway leading to various rooms. Getting a suite proved to be smart and secluded. He had more room and fewer people to deal with in the elevator. Would he run into Allyson? He hoped so.​