Friday, December 30, 2011

Hanging Out over at the Menagerie!



Come on over and check it out. Tomorrow's the hottie, so you'd better be there both days!

Thursday, December 29, 2011

WIP Thursday!



This is going to be a drive-by kind of post. I'm neck deep in about three different projects. So what's going on?

* The next in the Glow Band Series - Down to Earth - with Ike and Tallulah Brown, has been turned in. Don't know what the verdict is yet, but it's in. For me that's pretty good.

* I'm starting the final Glow Band book - untitled as of yet - with Slash and Hiram. You didn't think I'd leave Hiram out? Never.

* I'm working on a short story of Total-E-Bound. Should be out, oh, in June/July-ish. It'll be a free read, so you'll have to keep the peepers peeled.

* Permanent came out early - Merry Christmas to me! - which is great. So excited. But that means I have to get ready for the Permanent tour. Yep. That's in January, as well as a multi-author, MM tour taking place in just a few days. I'll post info as soon as I have a banner! There's a lot up for grabs, that much I do know.

Time to get back to Hiram and Slash as well as the blog posts for the tour! Have a good one!!

Friday, December 23, 2011

Merry Christmas!!!


Taking a couple days off bloggin' cuz it's the holidays and well, we all deserve to have a great day filled with warmth, friends, family, and fun!

Wednesday, December 21, 2011

Stocking Stuffing and The Need to Believe in Horny Snowmen?



I'm blogging about Horny Snowmen and my upcoming novella Believe over at Whipped Cream Guests as Part of the Stuff Your Stockings With Books Blog-fest. Come check it out. There's a $5 Gift card to Changeling Press up for grabs. Click the banner to get there or click here.

Who Won the Stuff Your Stockings for Christmas Hop?



So who won the $5 GC to Changeling Press?

Andrea I!!!

Congrats and I'll be in touch with you shortly!!!!

Thanks to everyone who commented and became a follower. I hope you find lots of great books here on my blog and I encourage you to stick around. You never know what's coming next! Enjoy!

Sunday, December 18, 2011

Sunday Snoggin' with The Air I Breathe




ISBN: 978-1-60521-728-4
Word Count: 17K
Page Count: 56
Price: $3.99
Release Date: December 9, 2011
Editor: Katriena Knights
Cover Artist: Reneé George
Genres and Themes: Erotic Romance; Novella; Paranormal; Magic; BDSM; Gay and Lesbian


Sometimes the one who drives you the craziest is the very one you can't live without.

When Taygan walked, Luc thought he'd never see his best friend again. That's fine. Luc's busy with his band, Glow, and isn't really interested in having a love life. There's just one small glitch. He's lonely without Tay, and his pride can't take losing him again. It's up to Luc to decide, but can he live with his decision?

Taygan thought he could handle his element and have a permanent relationship with Luc -- until the need to follow the wind element took over. But being away from Luc is killing Tay's element. To make things worse, Luc's not waiting around for Tay any longer. What’s a guy to do when his lover is the very air he breathes?

And now for some snoggin'!

Luc silenced him with a kiss. Tay sighed and melted into the fire in the connection. Luc slipped one hand between their bodies and wrapped his fingers around Tay’s erection. “This tells me you love this. I want to hear it.”

“Goddess,” Tay moaned. Wisps of air swirled around him. “Yes, I love it.”

Luc arranged Tay’s legs over his, balls to balls, cocks tangling together. More breeze whipped around Tay and rustled Luc’s hair. “Then let’s indulge. Embrace what we have.” He grabbed one of Tay’s hands and placed it under his. “Like this. I want to feel you surrounding me with your element.”

Each stroke resonated down into Tay’s core. His balls throbbed against Luc’s. Heat from Luc’s body filled Tay and buoyed his spirits. Not only his strength, but his element increased. He ground his hips into Luc’s pelvis. The intimacy of the act struck Tay. They’d played plenty of times, but this was something more sacred and earthy. He drew in a long breath of air and held it until his lungs burned. The swirling air strengthened to a brisk wind and blew Tay’s hair off his face. Luc’s sandalwood scent wafted around Tay like a caress.

“I don’t know how you do this, but you make me so crazy.” Luc groaned and thrust his fingers into Tay’s hair, tugging him closer. “I can feel you inside me, like this is how it’s supposed to be -- one heart, one deep love. There’s no one else in the world, just us.” Gentle nibbles turned to rough kisses. Luc thrust his tongue in and out of Tay’s mouth as if they were having sex. 

Tay sighed. He loved how Luc’s words worked perfectly for song lyrics.

The curtains flapped, and the ends of the towel flipped over. Cups fell off the counter with a melodic plink, plink, plink. Tay wrapped his legs tighter around Luc and whimpered. He needed this -- needed the domination with a sprinkle of pain, needed to know where he belonged and just how much he meant to Lucien, needed the words of love. 

And the Winner Is...

The Romancing Christmas Giveaway Hop is being hosted by Reading Romances!



So Who won the $5 GC to Changeling Press?

The winner is...

Tammy Ramey (trvlagnt1t@yahoo.com)

I'll email you shortly with the details! CONGRATS!!!!
Thank you to everyone who commented. May you find great things on my blog and new reads you'll love. Thank you!!

Saturday, December 17, 2011

Sexual Heat By Lisabet Sarai

I was wondering what to write for my guest post here, so I brought up Megan's blog to see what sort of content she normally features. (I mostly know Megan's alter ego, Wendi Zwaduk, but Wendi assured me I'd love her evil twin!) I have to admit that I can definitely relate to someone whose blog title line is “Too Hot to Handle”. And imagine my surprise to discover that like me, Megan has a recent book about Fire Elementals. (I guess the old saying about great minds must be true...)

Anyway, that coincidence inspired me to write about the concept of sexual heat.

Heat is possibly the most common metaphor for discussing sex. Many publishers rate the sexual intensity or explicitness of their books by counting flames. Total-E-Bound, the publisher Megan and I share, labels its books as “sizzling”, “burning” or “melting”. “Steamy”, “scalding”, “seething”, “blazing”, “searing” - we use all sorts of fire- and heat-related words to try and capture the fundamentally indescribable experience of making love.

But why? Most of the time, sex isn't literally hot (although I do recall one incendiary coupling under the baking sun in the sand of the Colorado desert, and another in the backseat of a Chevy during a summer heat wave where my skin actually got burned by the metal door handle). Warm, often - nothing feels better than crawling under the covers with my honey on a frigid winter night. Definitely sweaty – even in December! Yet when I think back to my most cherished sexual experiences, I remember texture, tastes, scents, in the physical realm, giddy joy or breathless tension as psychological correlates. Not particularly the heat.

So where does the connection originate? Why do we seem to think that sex is like fire?

Well, I have some thoughts. Like fire, sex is powerful and difficult to control. When set loose, lust can consume everything in its path: rationality, responsibility, even morality. Just as fire is used to refine metal, burning away the impurities, sexual desire strips away our illusions and reduces us to our core, animal selves. Sex is simultaneously nurturing and dangerous, tempting and terrifying – just like fire. And like fire, it has a sort of mystery. One can spend hours staring into the flames dancing on the hearth, fascinated by the ebb and flow of the light. I've devoted more than four decades to exploring the multitudinous facets of desire, and still can't claim to fully understand it.

I wrote a short story once (erotica, not erotic romance) about a man with a fire fetish. He's aroused by burning buildings. Eventually he turns to arson as a way to satisfy his sexual cravings. Extreme? Perhaps, but plausible enough that I could imagine the thrill as the charred beams collapsed and a fountain of sparks rained down on my naked skin.

My recent release Hot Spell plays with the sexiness of fire. In fact, the tagline is: The flames of passion are more than a metaphor. Here's the blurb:

The city swelters in the grip of an unseasonable heat wave. Sylvie endures her solitary urban existence for the sake of her career, but the prospect of a hot, lonely three day weekend proves unbearable and she flees east to the pine-shrouded mountains. Far more at home in nature than in the city, Sylvie doesn't mind being alone in the wilderness, but she's not the only being haunting the glades and the trails.

Aidan is fiercely attracted to the voluptuous beauty he finds sun bathing nude in a high meadow, but he must resist his overwhelming desire for the sake of her safety. The sun-bronzed man with the red-gold hair is cursed with power he knows will destroy her if they give full rein to their passion. Can Sylvie refrain from tempting him? Or will she risk being being literally consumed by love?


I think the first page maybe the hottest (literally) thing I've ever written.

He came to her in dreams first, conjured by the sweltering night.

Naked, she tossed in her sweat-damp sheets, drifting in and out of uneasy slumber. The muggy air settled on her skin, a stifling blanket she couldn’t kick off. Like a physical weight, humidity pinned her to the mattress. The feeble breeze coming through the open window offered no relief. If anything, it was warmer than the air in her bedroom, carrying with it all the heat that had been trapped in the concrete and asphalt during the day.

Her limbs were leaden. A dull ache pounded behind her forehead. When sleep overtook her, she found herself wandering barefoot on empty, baking sidewalks. The sun’s relentless glare reflected down upon her from the glass-walled towers on either side. Rivulets of perspiration trickled down her spine but failed to cool her. Her skin felt scorched, ready to crack and peel.

Then the dream changed. The oppressive brightness faded to sultry shadow. Flesh, not air, weighed upon her. Smooth, hot skin, slick with sweat, slid against her own. Strong legs tangled with hers, easing her thighs apart. Fingers of fire skittered across her breasts and danced in her sex, kindling incendiary pleasure. A scalding tongue licked its way to the hollow of her throat, then returned to seal her mouth with a steamy kiss.

He tasted of mulled wine, melted chocolate, cinnamon and cayenne. A sharp tang of ozone hung around them—the smell of summer storms. Lightning crackled wherever he touched her. She ran her hands down his muscled back to his firm, full buttocks, marvelling at the power she sensed in him. Her palms tingled and stung at each contact, as though she’d been slicing chillies. The strange sensation added to the pleasure simmering in her pussy.

She pressed her fevered body against his, trapping his erect cock between them. Hard against her belly, his rigid organ felt like a bar of steel fresh from the furnace. Every searing instant made her want him more. They writhed together, sparks of scarlet and gold whirling around them. Her clit was a live ember. When he brushed his cock over the swollen nub, she burst into flames.

Climax raced through her, a conflagration of pleasure that burned but did not consume her. As she convulsed in his arms, he plunged into her depths, impaling her on a pillar of fire. Another orgasm flared—exquisite delight and unbearable heat. Then he was coming, too, in a blistering, fiery flood. She felt herself kindle, char, crumble to ash. She had no regrets.


So what do you think? Hot enough for you?

I want to thank Megan for the chance to visit here, and to invite you to leave a comment. I'll give a free copy of Hot Spell to some lucky reader who shares his or her thoughts about sexual heat or my excerpt. Please include your email address in your comment, so I can find you if you're the winner!

Here's a little more about Lisabet!
A dozen years ago Lisabet Sarai experienced a serendipitous fusion of her love of writing and her fascination with sex. Since then she has published three single author short story collections and six erotic novels, including the classic RAW SILK. Dozens of her shorter works have been released as ebooks and in print anthologies. She edited the acclaimed anthologies SACRED EXCHANGE and
CREAM and is currently responsible for the altruistic erotica series COMING TOGETHER PRESENTS. In addition, she reviews erotica and erotic romance for the Erotica Reades and Writers Association (http://www.erotica-readers.com) and Erotica Revealed (http://www.eroticarevealed.com) websites.

Lisabet holds more degrees than anyone needs from prestigious universities who would no doubt be embarrassed by her chosen genre. She loves to travel and currently lives in Southeast Asia with her highly tolerant husband and two cosmopolitan felines. For more information on Lisabet and her writing visit Lisabet Sarai's Fantasy Factory (http://www.lisabetsarai.com) or her blog Beyond Romance (http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com).

Thursday, December 15, 2011

White Hot Christmas Party!!



I've got a contest and a great party for you to check out!!

Buy any White Hot Christmas (WHC) story during the month of December and you're automatically entered to win. Every purchase of a WHC counts as a contest entry.
Winners for the FREE Books for a Year will be announced December 31st at the Changeling New Year’s Eve Party, held on the Changeling Press Readers’ Loop.

the Fine Print:
Get your entries in before the CONTEST is over!
First Round winners and Finalists are eligible to win more than one prize .Winners will be chosen from purchasers of books in the Changeling Press White Hot Christmas Series; each WHC e-book purchase made in the month of December 2011 before the final prizes are announced, counts as an entry. Prizes are available as Changeling Press E-books, to be downloaded from ChangelingPress.com only. Free e-book download links do not accumulate, and will expire if not used.

And if you want more than a simple taste of the stories, then check this out:
Over at the Goddess Fish Party Pavilion, there's a gigantic White Hot Christmas Party!!! Come celebrate with us! All the WHC authors will be there, posting excerpts, fun posts and other stuff. So come on, let's celebrate!

Saturday, December 10, 2011

Romancing Christmas Blog Hop!!

The Romancing Christmas Giveaway Hop is being hosted by Reading Romances!



What you can win here:

a $5 gift certificate to Changeling Press!!

How to enter:

Become a follower and comment about your favorite part of the Holidays!

Open to:

Everyone who is a follower or becomes a follower!


Thursday, December 8, 2011

The Air I Breathe - Out Today!!!

The Air I Breathe
Megan Slayer
changeling press
contemp, m/m, anal sex, paranormal, bdsm, shibari
http://changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1726

Sometimes the one who drives you the craziest is the very one you can't live without.

When Taygan walked, Luc thought he'd never see his best friend again. That's fine. Luc's busy with his band, Glow, and isn't really interested in having a love life. There's just one small glitch. He's lonely without Tay, and his pride can't take losing him again. It's up to Luc to decide, but can he live with his decision?

Taygan thought he could handle his element and have a permanent relationship with Luc -- until the need to follow the wind element took over. But being away from Luc is killing Tay's element. To make things worse, Luc's not waiting around for Tay any longer. What's a guy to do when his lover is the very air he breathes?




EXCERPT:

Luc fiddled with the buttons on the stereo. What kind of music was appropriate for a business meeting about backing tracks? Having his music in the background seemed almost too pompous and too close to a date. He sighed and stared blankly at the selections. Nothing really grabbed his attention. With Tay he knew just what to do -- grab the guitar and let the music flow into new material. Brennan wasn't really a date. They were barely friends, and Luc wasn't interested in anything more. Who knew when Tay would blow back into his life, and for how long? Luc glanced over his shoulder. At least Brennan being in the bathroom gave him time to dick around with the CDs.
Behind Luc, the doorbell rang. "What the fuck?" He frowned and made his way across the room. Who the hell... He peeked through the security window, and his breath wrenched from his body. He glanced at the bathroom again. Brennan, wide smile on his lips and a sparkle in his green eyes, strolled into the living room.
Well, fuck. "Just a moment." Luc turned back to the door and twisted the knob. Instead of giving Taygan a chance to talk, Luc stepped out onto the porch and closed the door. "You're here? Why are you here?"
Not displaying his usual bravado, Taygan picked at his jacket zipper. "Luc, I need to talk to you."
"I've got company."
"Who?" Tay's blue-eyed gaze snapped to Luc's. Tay seemed thinner, sadder. His cheeks weren't as full, and his skin was dull, like he hadn't slept in... years.
"Who I am dating isn't your business," Luc snapped. He had to stay firm with Taygan, but something about the man called to something deep down in his soul. "Tay."
"But you're not supposed to be dating anyone. You're supposed to..." Tay shut his mouth. "Never mind." He put both hands in the air and shook his head. "This isn't how things are supposed to be."
"Supposed to be what? Me sitting on my ass waiting for you? Still? I'm sorry. Christmas was everything I wanted but you burned me and the bridge. My heart's not strong enough to put up with you. I said it before and I'll say it again -- goodbye, Taygan."
"Luc. Wait." The sound was little more than a whisper crossed with a cry. "Does he love you?"
Luc whipped around and folded his hands behind his head. The urge to slap some sense into Tay crossed Luc's mind. Violence wasn't the answer. "What part didn't you get? I'm not a yo-yo. And no, I have no idea if he loves me." I don't want him to love me.
Taygan hung his head and sat down hard on the step. "Then hear me out. I won't walk away even though I want to. I'll stand here, on your porch, until you give me a moment. I can't go even if I wanted to."
Luc snorted and dropped his hands. "You're certifiable."
"You don't get it." Taygan looked up at Luc over his shoulder. "I can't walk away this time."
Can't? What the hell? As much as Taygan drove Luc to the brink, a part of his heart always belonged to the breezy air elemental. Come to think of it, he hadn't felt the slightest bit of Tay's air swirling around him. Luc sat down next to Tay and bumped his shoulder. "Why?"
"Can I at least tell you inside?" Taygan's teeth chattered. "I'm really... cold."
"In front of Brennan? Sure," Luc snapped. Cold? He hesitated before putting his hand on Tay's cheek, stroking the chilled skin with his thumb. Taygan was cold -- really cold. Air elementals did adapt to the air around them, but this... this wasn't just adaptation.
"Who is this?"
Luc opened his mouth, but stayed quiet. Go figure Brennan would choose the right moment to make himself known.
Taygan thrust out a trembling hand. "Brennan, I assume?"
The blond man stomped down the steps. "You assume correctly. Luc, a word?"
Luc closed his eyes and his jaw tightened. "One moment." He stood and put his hand on Tay's chilly shoulder. "Don't -- don't go anywhere."
Luc followed Brennan into the house and pushed the door most of the way closed. "Brennan."
"You feel sorry for that shit. Still." Brennan forked his fingers into his hair. "I -- I gave you a chance. I don't give chances."
"Please." Luc rolled his eyes. "You think you know everything. Besides, it wasn't like this was a date. You came to get the sheet music for the new songs."
"I know a lot more than you think." Brennan nodded sharply at the door and flexed his hand, creating a fist. "He's here, and you're not throwing him out so we can work on music. Weak."
"There's history here," Luc replied. "Let me get it worked out."
"Yeah, worked out. With an ass like him, all you're going to get is walked on." Brennan clenched his teeth and pulled his hand back. "You're never gonna get rid of him if you keep kissing his ass. And yeah." He hooked his fingers in the air. "Getting sheet music is considered more than a platonic get together."
"You would read into things." Luc backed away from the door and Brennan. "Just go. I can handle this."
Brennan lunged into the door, throwing a punch. "I am so out of here. I want a guy who wants me, who can heed me. You belong to that thing on the porch."
"Heed you?" Luc grabbed the door handle and flung the door open. The wooden barrier connected with Brennan's nose, spurting blood onto the carpet. "Get the hell out of my apartment and don't bother to come to the session tomorrow. You're fired."
On the porch, Taygan stood, wide-eyed.
Blood poured from Brennan's nose and fury lit his eyes. "I quit. I'm not dealing with your shit." He turned on Taygan and grabbed a fistful of his shirt. "I hope you're happy. He's a mess, and it's all because of your bullshit magic." He gave Taygan a toss and stomped off the porch.
Taygan slumped against the railing, looking limp and lifeless. Luc gasped and knelt next to Tay. The man somehow looked frailer, smaller than Luc remembered. His heart clogged in his throat as he gathered Taygan in his arms. "You can come in now." Just don't die before I can sort this out.

Tuesday, December 6, 2011

What Turns You Off About a Book?

Yeah, that's a slightly odd title for a post, but I had a long car ride and well, those things give you lots of time to think.

I'd just read a book where the characters literally met for the first time and within an hour were getting horizontal. Now I know this happens. Duh, one night stands. But they KNEW they were destined to be together because it was LOVE. Now I can sorta buy into the love at first sight. I can even kind of buy into the fated mates business.

But I have a hard time buying into it when the very first sex the couple has is spectacular and they KNOW it's forever. Why do I have a hard time with this? Probably because I've had sex. GASP. I know, crazy. Anyway, the first time I did it, it wasn't the stuff of romance novels. It was awkward at times, a little klutzy, and well, the first time. I don't get how the first time for the characters, especially a virginal woman who is 32 or a gay-for-you man can not possibly be klutzy.

Before you get all cranky on me, I know. This is romance. It's supposed to be fantastic sex. Just sayin'...

Another thing. Fated mates. Now, I can go for the mates thing. It's sexy to think there's this guy/girl out there who is uber sexy and totally waiting for the heroine/hero. It's very cool. But there's the human factor. What if after a while she's not that in to him? What if he dies? Is she stuck for all of time? Come on.

Again, I know. This is romance. Things will happen. I guess I'm saying and maybe I'm guilty of this, call me out if I am, but don't paint the hero/heroine into a corner. Give them an out. Okay, so they are fated, but give them the option that just because fate says they are, doesn't mean love agrees or something like that. And the first time, someone can really clunk teeth, or roll off a bed. It happens. Trust me. I know.

Those are two of my reading pet peeves. What are yours? What really drives you up the wall or makes you want to throw the ereader? Let me know.

Friday, December 2, 2011

A Review for Fire Woman!!

Fire Woman got a review!!!

Whipped Cream, Foxglove had to say this:

Fire Woman by Megan Slayer
Publisher: Changeling Press
Genre: Contemporary, Paranormal
Length: Short Story (56 Pages)
Other: M/F
Rating: 4.5 cherries

"The characters in this story are well defined, with just the hint of supernatural powers to make them different. These are people who could live down the street or across town from you, but they have that something special to keep them from being ordinary...This is a romance with bite, and a couple of serious twists along the way. The secondary characters are wonderful, and I hope to see more of Luc and the band in the future. I enjoyed the way Ms Slayer handled the overbearing Niccolo, and the twist with the drug-addled stalker was something I didn’t see coming.

I hope this is the beginning of a long and enjoyable ride with Megan Slayer’s stories. This may be her first book, but I believe she has a great future ahead of her."

Talk about kind words!!

And it's up for Book of the Week. Want to vote for it? Vote here!
Read the reviews and vote for the favorite. If the one you pick is mine, thanks! If not, I hope you found a new great book to read!

Wednesday, November 30, 2011

WIP Thursday and Some New Releases!



Since I'm REALLY late posting what I have as WIP's, I thought I'd post what's coming up on the release calendar. Maybe you can get some Christmas shopping/reading done. :-)

Wrapped Around releases today!! Here's the deets:
White Hot Christmas: Wrapped Around
by Megan Slayer
Cover art: Reneé George
ISBN: 978-1-60521-720-8
Genre(s): Paranormal, Hot Flashes, BDSM
Theme(s): Magic, Christmas, Seasonal Themes, Gay and Lesbian
Series: White Hot Christmas
Length: Hot Flash
Page Count: 25
http://changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1732

Christmas is the time to celebrate -- with candy, shiny paper, and lots of white-hot sex.

Luc loves his role fronting the band Glow. He loves the adoration of the fans, the energy in the crowd, but it's Christmas. No one likes a Christmas alone.

Taygan's free spirit resists taming -- except when it comes to Luc. Luc's one hundred percent human. Taygan is all air elemental. He needs his space and freedom, but he'll do whatever it takes to make Luc happy, including giving up his space and freedom to make Luc's holiday one he'll never forget -- complete with the real Santa, peppermint candy, and lots of hot sex.

Next week the sequel to Wrapped Around releases:

The Air I Breathe
by Megan Slayer
Cover art: Reneé George
ISBN: 978-1-60521-728-4
Genre(s): Paranormal, BDSM
Theme(s): Magic, Gay and Lesbian
Length: Novella
http://changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1726

Sometimes the one who drives you the craziest is the very one you can't live without.

When Taygan walked, Luc thought he'd never see his best friend again. That's fine. Luc's busy with his band, Glow, and isn't really interested in having a love life. There's just one small glitch. He's lonely without Tay, and his pride can't take losing him again. It's up to Luc to decide, but can he live with his decision?

Taygan thought he could handle his element and have a permanent relationship with Luc -- until the need to follow the wind element took over. But being away from Luc is killing Tay's element. To make things worse, Luc's not waiting around for Tay any longer. What's a guy to do when his lover is the very air he breathes?

And if that's still not enough manlove for you, I've got my rock and roller christmas story coming out later this month with Liquid Silver Books.

Believe
by: Megan Slayer
ISBN: 978-1-59578-874-0
Genre: M/M, contemp, holiday
Tags: BDSM, M/M, anal sex
Liquid Silver Books
Releases December 19th

Can love surpass distance and time? Only if they both believe.

Raylan believed himself unworthy of love until he met Chase. Chase
brought out Raylan’s natural need to control and the power to force submission.
But time and distance make having a relationship hard. Can Raylan
prove to Chase they have what it takes for love to last through this
Christmas and every other Christmas for the rest of their lives?

Chase found the muse for his songs in Raylan. Each time they touch,
kiss, make love, music fills his soul. But working odd gigs to make
ends meet while Raylan photographs rock and roll royalty isn’t
beneficial to Chase’s creativity. Can he convince Raylan they’re better
off together than apart?

The Cover Faery Dropped By!


I am stoked about this one. love it!! Renee did a fantastic job!

The Air I Breathe
Changeling Press
Glow Band book 3
M/M, anal sex, rope play, bdsm, toys, well there's lots 'o manlove involved

Sometimes the one who drives you the craziest is the very one you can't live without.

When Taygan walked, Luc thought he'd never see his best friend again. That's fine. Luc's busy with his band, Glow, and isn't really interested in having a love life. There's just one small glitch. He's lonely without Tay, and his pride can't take losing him again. It's up to Luc to decide, but can he live with his decision?

Taygan thought he could handle his element and have a permanent relationship with Luc -- until the need to follow the wind element took over. But being away from Luc is killing Tay's element. To make things worse, Luc's not waiting around for Tay any longer. What's a guy to do when his lover is the very air he breathes?

Available here: http://changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1726

Sunday, November 27, 2011

Want to Heat Up the Holidays?



8 Chances to Win
FREE Books for a Year!

One book a month (four winners)
Two books a month (two winners)
Two books a week (two winners) all year,
readers’ choice of titles

12 Chances to Win Gift Certificates!

In addition, our Twelve Days of Christmas winners will receive
Changeling Gift Certificates for $5, $10, and $25 -- one random
winner for each title on release day!

HOW TO ENTER:

Buy any White Hot Christmas (WHC) story during the month of December
and you're automatically entered to win. Every purchase of a WHC counts
as a contest entry.

Winners for the FREE Books for a Year will be announced December 31st at
the Changeling New Year’s Eve Party, held on our Changeling Press Readers’ Loop.

Purchases cannot be made until Release Date

(The small print.)
Get your entries in before the CONTEST is over!
First Round winners and Finalists are eligible to win more than one prize .Winners
will be chosen from purchasers of books in the Changeling Press White Hot Christmas
Series; each WHC e-book purchase made in the month of December 2011 before
the final prizes are announced, counts as an entry. Prizes are available as Changeling Press E-books, to be downloaded from ChangelingPress.com only. Free e-book
download links do not accumulate, and will expire if not used.

Pretty cool, eh? Enter now!!!

Thursday, November 24, 2011

Over at the Menagerie...Ranting!

Ranting on the Black Friday Commmercials over at the Menagerie. Come on over and chatter with me about it.

Happy Turkey Day!


I'm thankful for my family, the fans I have and the characters that won't shut up. Have a great day and make sure you have a piece of pie for me (or whatever you're gonna eat today. Grin)

Thursday, November 17, 2011

WIP Thursday...a Grumble and an R-Rated Excerpt!



I meant to have something witty to post today. I meant to. I'm feeling like poo but it happens. It's the time of the year for the cold bug to hit and yes, I got a flu shot. Sucks cuz my productivity has gone to pot. Oh well. It happens. I'll get back on the horse. But to tide you over, since I sucketh, here's an excerpt from my latest work, Under and Over It:

“You show off every night to those crowds. They get the best of you while I get the rest. I want to see every inch of the body under the tight T-shirts, the guy who makes everyone feel like they’re the only ones in the room. I want him to teach me anatomy. I’m failing that class.”
“Regan,” Cam whispered. “Your grades are better than mine -- I think.”
“Let’s talk where it’s more private.” Not wanting to grind on Cam in the parking lot, Regan led Camryn into the apartment. A single lamp illuminated the living room. “I’ve had more than my share of fantasies concerning you. What you taste like, smell like after sex, what you think about… You glow when you’re happy, and I want to see if I can make you happy.”
“I don’t know what to say.” Camryn rested his forehead against Regan’s, and the door snicked shut behind them. “Regan, you’re making me blush.”
“Bullshit. But I like it when you drop the punk facade.” Regan smoothed his hands over Cam’s shoulders. His lips feathered over Cam’s. “I want to see you on display -- every last bit of your body just for me.”
“Yes.” Cam panted. “Now.” He pressed himself from head to toe against Regan. His tongue pierced the seam of Regan’s mouth.
Regan’s eyes rolled back in his head as he licked and nibbled Cam. God, he’d waited for this. Waited for Cam to want him. But things could certainly slow down a tick. Regan pulled away from Cam and smacked his lips together, tasting Cam on his tongue. Mint, cola, and delicious.
“What?” Cam’s gaze darted around the room and settled on Regan. “What did I do?”
“Please?” Regan stepped back a foot, shocked by his newfound commanding tone. “I want to hear you say it.”
“Please.” Cam’s nostrils flared, and his eyes widened in the low light. “Do with me what you please. I belong to you.”
Regan slid to his knees and unzipped Cam. He’d dreamt about doing wicked things with Cam for so long… to have it happen was like having his deepest wish granted. With a little shifting, Cam’s cock sprang free from his jeans and boxers.
“So thick.” Regan closed his eyes and marked himself with Cam’s scent. He rubbed his cheek against Cam’s penis, gently nuzzling the nest of curls. Regan glanced up at Cam. Eyes closed and lips parted, Cam clenched and unclenched his hands.
“Do you want to touch me?” Regan sat back on his heels once again and worked his wallet out of his pocket. The foil packet crinkled in his hand.
“Need to touch you.”
Regan took his time tearing open the condom. “Say it.”
Cam’s eyes opened. A look of confusion and want crossed his face. “Please.”
Taking Cam’s hand in his, Regan kissed Cam’s palm. “Very good.” He wasn’t exactly sure where the dominant streak was coming from, but damn, he liked it. Judging by the cock bobbing before Regan, Cam liked it, too.
Regan cupped Cam’s balls with one hand and smoothed the condom down his length with the other hand.
“Please?” Cam murmured. “Let me touch you, too.”
Regan nodded and kissed the crown of Cam’s dick. Cam, in turn, forked his fingers in Regan’s hair. Pleased with the response, Regan worked Cam’s rigid length, swirling his tongue along the vein. The barbell in his tongue bobbed against Cam’s penis.
“I forgot you’re pierced. It feels fantastic.”

Here's the blurb and linky:
Rock hero Camryn Tate makes the girls scream, but his roommate, Regan, holds the key to his heart.

Regan Finley's photography makes the local music scene shine. He's four months from his final exhibition and graduation. But instead of preparing for the party, he's fretting about his exhibition theme -- bondage and passion. There's one person he wants to make his exhibition come to life, if he can convince his housemate to participate.

Camryn Tate plays the music that makes the young girls scream. He likes being a local rock hero. When he finds out what Regan wants for the exhibition, Cam has to make a decision. He can let Regan have his commanding way and get the pictures he needs for the exhibition, or he can walk away from the best roommate and friend he's ever known... all because of a little ball of nylon rope.
http://changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1704

Monday, November 14, 2011

Monday and a Review and a Post and ...

So I'll start this post with a confession. I forgot about blogging this whoooollllleeee weekend. Was I busy? A little. Was I not in the mood to blog? Yup. Sad.

Okay, so what's up in the world of Megan?

I've got a post up on Manic Readers blog about finally finding someone. Want to read? Click here.

And found this on Saturday, courtesy of the fine folks at both The Romance Studio and Changeling Press. A review for Fire Woman!
"The love scenes between them are melting hot...I liked the interaction between Atria and Zac." Rated four hearts from The Romance Studio. Pretty cool for my very first review!


Now I'm off to update the site. Toodles!

Friday, November 11, 2011

Fridays at the Menagerie!



Hanging out over at the Menagerie talking about a new review for Fire Woman and celebrating the release of Under and Over It. Check it out!

Thursday, November 10, 2011

Oathbound Review!

Those who know me, know I love the works of Mychael Black. Call me a sucker, but I love it. This book is no exception. But before I gush too much, here's the vital stats:

Oathbound ~ Mychael Black
Changeling Press
Paranormal, sci-fi/fantasy, m/m, anal sex
short story (23 pgs)

Vaughn Burke is an Enforcer -- a werewolf working for Marcus Deleon and tasked to help their kind escape from the vampire Dalton Gray. When Marcus gives Vaughn a new case, it's not exactly what Vaughn expects.

Elian Levine is the guitarist for a metal band, but he has a secret no one knows. When he managed to escape Dalton Gray, he kept the truth hidden, even from his band mates. Now their need for a singer threatens to tear the lid off his closely-guarded past.


Vaughn is all alpha and growly. He knows what he wants even when he's not totally sure who the man is. I loved the placement of him in the band. It gave him a twist of humanity in an otherwise very stiff-seeming character. Now don't get me wrong, being stiff isn't a bad thing. He's there to protect.

Elian. Talk about a yummy man. I loved the twists in his character and the way he dealt with the arrival of Vaughn. Totally sexy. I sped through the pages because I had to know what would happen next and how.

So what's the verdict?

Granted this is a short story, but that's not a big deal. This series rocks and I'm thrilled. I want to know more about this world. The sex it white hot and the writing is nice and tight.

Get yourself a copy of this hot little story. You'll be glad you did.

WIP Thursday

So...looked like I wasn't around all last week. Sadly, I wasn't. I'd like to say it was because I was writing like a mad woman. That's not quite right. Not at all. But, hey, vacation is a blast and it's needed. :-D

On the plus side,I've got a release coming out this week. Tomorrow in fact. Under and Over It officially releases. I'm stoked. Why? It's my first ever MM release and I love the characters.
Here's the blurb:
Regan Finley's photography makes the local music scene shine. He's four months from his final exhibition and graduation. But instead of preparing for the party, he's fretting about his exhibition theme -- bondage and passion. There's one person he wants to make his exhibition come to life, if he can convince his housemate to participate.

Camryn Tate plays the music that makes the young girls scream. He likes being a local rock hero. When he finds out what Regan wants for the exhibition, Cam has to make a decision. He can let Regan have his commanding way and get the pictures he needs for the exhibition, or he can walk away from the best roommate and friend he's ever known... all because of a little ball of nylon rope.

Pretty cool. :-)

Tomorrow I'm reviewing the upcoming book, Dark Reign: Oathbound by Mychael Black. Can't wait!

What else is up on deck?

Working on Tallulah and Ike's story for the Glow books, and finishing my vampire books. Hopefully soon. :-)

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

Guest Blog: Jami Gray and Amber Kallyn



Jami—Hey Amber, did you see this blog by Megan Slayer?

Amber—Yum, love those pictures. I bet she’s got some great stories.

Jami *still drooling over some spectacular ab photos*--Oh, I’m sure she can give you a run on spicy stories!

Amber *evil grin*--Probably.

Jami—She invited us to guest blog. I even sneaked some interview questions out.

Amber –Niiiccee. What do we got?

How much of your writing is realistic or based on your life experience?

Amber –Sex scenes or action scenes? *taps her chin* Hmmm, I’d have to say most of my writing can be directly contributed to the voices in my head. They tend to be pretty loud.

Jami *shrugs*--Seriously? It’s Urban Fantasy, people. Once you’re in, there’s no escape. It’s all real. You can’t tell me you’ve never met a demon bitch queen.

What does your family think of your writing?

Amber—I’d never let my children read what I’ve written. I could be stripped of my mom-of-the-year award.

Jami—Shhhh…they think I spend hours at Starbucks for the coffee.

What is your writing quirk?

Jami *hand shooting in the air, waving frantically* OHHHH, I got this one! *grins* I’m orbitally fixated!

Amber—No arguing that one! I swear you have more eye action going on than a bachelorette party at a strip club. Let’s see, I have to write my books in the dark, alone. *gives Jami the evil eye* Don’t ask.

Jami—oookkayy moving on then…

What animal makes the best shifter?

Amber—leopards. All those teeth and claws. Don’t get me started on their speed. Besides they love to play with their food…and kick ass.

Jami—I’ve got to go with wolves. The whole lone wolf thing just does it for me. Besides, what woman doesn’t like a half naked man who can howl at the moon?

Boxer, briefs, boxerbriefs or commando?

Amber—Do you really need to ask? Commando. Less clothes to take off.

Jami—Not for me. Boxerbriefs—I like being teased.

What were you doing at midnight last night?

Amber *arches an eyebrow*--It’s legal in at least three states in the US.

Jami—I can’t tell you without incriminating innocent participants.

Have you ever eaten a crayon?

Amber—Yes. Did you know blue does not taste remotely like raspberry?

Jami—Ummm…not that I can remember. Not sure I’m missing out on much.

Have you ever made a crank call? Please explain.

Amber— What exactly do you consider a prank call? Let’s see, one that I can talk about in public. Hmm. I guess a speakable one is how I managed to get banned from almost every call-center list out there. Here are five ways to annoy telemarketers:


1) Order your favorite pizza and tell them you expect it in 30 minutes or less

2) Try to convert them to your religion

3) Say ‘No thank you’ as many times as you can before they hang up

4) Tell them you know who they are, where they live, and you’ll be calling them back at home later

5) Start telling them how sexy they sound and that you’re wearing... Nothing!


Jami—I’m sure the statutes of limitations has expired by now, so yes. When I was much younger and single, I tormented my ex-boyfriend by calling and leaving a suggestive message on his machine. Unfortunately his current girlfriend got to it first. I’m sure she wasn’t as amused as I was. *blushing* I never claimed to be nice, but I did get even. I’m more mature now, *ignores the not-so-muffled snort of disbelief from Amber* I would never condone such actions.

If scientists could invent one thing, what should it be?

Amber—Teleportation! Then I could manage to write while lugging around kids.

Jami—Cloning humans. I’m sure my hubby and kids would love someone who would actually cook their dinner. Hell, I’d actually like someone to cook dinner.

Can you tie a cherry stem in a knot?

Amber—Yes, I’ve had that particular skill mastered for years.

Jami *snort*--I’m sure you have. And no, but I obviously know people who can.

How many fingers am I holding up?

Amber—Thirteen.

Jami—Seriously? What did I do to piss you off? I’ve been nice.

These gals crack me up. I swear. Want to know more about them? Here's the deets!
You can find Amber Kallyn and her incendiary Dragos Clan at:


Buy Link: http://changelingpress.com/author.php?uid=145
Website: www.AmberKallyn.com
Blogs: http://amberkallyn.wordpress.com/ or http://plotmamas.wordpress.com/ and don’t forget our co-blog www.7EvilDwarves.wordpress.com
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/amberkallyn
Twitter: http://twitter.com/amberkallyn

AMBER’S BIO:
One of those rare breeds, Amber Kallyn is an Arizona native who can trace her family's history through six generations in the state. She lives with her sexy husband, and their four very active children. Included in the menagerie are two cats (though there's always room for more) and two dogs. We won't count all the fish. She also writes urban fantasy under the name Higley Browne.

Amber loves the paranormal, from dragons to werewolves to vampires. She's currently at work on her next book, probably running around the house acting out a fight scene with her collection of swords and daggers. Or maybe, wishing she had claws to practice the other fight scenes.

A voracious lover of the written word, Amber found at an early age that she could read fast. Really fast. She devours novels by the day, novellas by the hour, and is always looking to get her hands on more.


Jami Gray, author of Shadow’s Edge, can be hunted down at:

Buy Link: www.BlackOpalBooks.com
Website: www.JamiGray.com
Blogs: www.7EvilDwarves.wordpress.com or www.JamiGray.wordpress.com
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/jamigray.author
Twitter: http://twitter.com/#!/JamiGrayAuthor

JAMI’S BIO:
Growing up on the Arizona-Mexico border, Jami Gray was adopted at the age of 14 and suddenly became the fifth eldest of 37 children. She graduated from Arizona State University with a Bachelor’s in Journalism and three minors-History, English, and Theater. Shortly after marrying her techie-geek hubby (who moonlighted as her best friend in high school) she completed a Masters in Organizational Management from University of Phoenix Oregon.


Now, years later, she’s back in the Southwest where she’s outnumbered in her own home by two Star Wars obsessed boys, one Star Wars obsessed husband, and an overly-friendly, 105-pound male lab. Writing is what saves her sanity.

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

And the Winner is.....

The winner of the Bewitching Trick or Treat Blog Hop is...

Sue Leech!!!

:::::Throwing confetti::::

You've won a $10 GC to Changeling Press!

Thanks to all those who entered and congrats to Susan. I appreciate all the new followers and hope you continue to enjoy the blog. I've got lots of new things coming soon and can't wait to share them with you!

And if you've been following the short story, Wanted: Dead or Alive, the finale should be up today. Had some technical difficulties (Got way behind because of Halloween) and it's almost done. Thanks for following!

Monday, October 31, 2011

Wanted: Dead or Alive ~ The Finale


copyright C. 2011 Megan Slayer


Danica rolled over and buried her nose in the pillow. She breathed in the scent of Mal on the cool fabric. Sighing, she reached out. Instead of semi-warm vampire body, all she felt was chilled sheet. Dani opened her eyes and glanced around the room. Empty bed. Odd. She sat up. Mal’s clothes still lay strewn all over the floor.

Maybe he was in the bathroom.

She tipped her head, listening for movement in the bathroom. Anything. Water splashing. Footsteps. Singing. Grunting. Hell, at this point she just wanted to know he was there and God knew Mal couldn’t be in the bathroom without making some sort of noise.

Nothing.

Her blood chilled in her veins. Would he really stroll off? Sunlight streamed in through the window. Maybe that was it? He went to the living room to get away from the morning sunshine?

Without his clothes?

Another thought crossed her mind. The crap about the doctor seemed like bullshit the night before. What if it wasn’t bull? She shivered and fumbled for her sleep shirt. I’m not going to check out the house in the nude. She yanked the rumpled cotton garment over her head and freed her pony tail from the collar. Deep breaths to steady herself weren’t working. With shaky hands, she palmed her cell.

Danica crept from the bedroom into the living room. The silence damned near broke her. He wasn’t the type to leave without fanfare—even when they weren’t sleeping together. Her chest squeezed. They’d crossed a line the night before. A damned scary line they couldn’t go back on.

A flutter across the room caught her eye. The front door wobbled on its hinges, wide open. He wouldn’t go for a walk...he’d never get back before he crisped. The object fluttering on the door stopped moving.

Hesitant, Dani crossed the room to the door. Was someone there waiting for her? She’d seen enough scary movies to know the most mundane things led the demise of the minor characters.

Writing festooned the paper—a loopy script, written in red. Red?

I warned you, Miss Burke. Mr. Reeves belongs to me.


Belonged to him? To Dr. Bowie? The bastard. She flicked open her phone. No one fucked with her friends and Mal was so much more than a friend. She punched the numbers to make the call.

“Make it good, little girl,” came the voice from the other end of the line.

“Daniel, I need help.” Danica ripped the paper down and slammed the front door. “Something’s happened.”

“Fingers and toes.”

“Daniel, I don’t have time for this.” She stomped through the apartment to her bedroom. “Mal is gone.”

“Like poofed?” Her twin snorted. “I’m sorry. What’s wrong with your mate?”

“Mate?” She tugged the phone from her ear and stared at it. Mate? She shook her head and resumed the call. “Look, this Dr. Bowie wants him for his blood. I need you to help me find Mal before he’s drained.”

“You got it.” Something rustled on Daniel’s end of the line. “Meet me down in the Warehouse District in ten. Building F, but don’t get any ideas. We’ve had our eye on him for more than a year.” The line clicked dead.

She’d ask Daniel about the mate business when she saw him.

~ ~


Danica pulled to a stop beside Daniel’s patrol car. Her twin nodded and waved her to him. The boxy buildings loomed before them, practically blotting out the sunshine. No wonder Dr. Bowie worked there. He could do what he pleased with the vampires and keep them half-dead long enough to really kill them. She rubbed her arms. The chill seeped into her bones.

“He drains them, leaves them in the dumpsters and lets the sun do the rest.” Daniel held one finger up and spoke into his radio. “Copy.” He turned his back to her and continued talking into the device.

Uneasy, Danica scanned the area. Two dumpsters, one in full sun. The other sat in partial sun, but if there was anyone in there, they’d be toast in less than ten minutes. Something flopped from the top. She squinted. Looked like a piece of fabric.

Danica elbowed Daniel. “Hey. Is that someone or something?”

Daniel clipped the radio to his shoulder holster and withdrew his gun. “Stay back.” Inching forward, he made his way to the dumpster. Three other officers in SWAT gear moved in behind him. With catlike movements, Daniel cased the dumpster. The radio crackled, making her jump.

“Fuck. We need a bus. He’s still moving.” Daniel’s voice popped and skewed over the radio frequency. “Now.”

Still moving? Her heart lodged in her throat. What was still moving?

“Get my sister. She’s the only one who can help him. Now, damn it.”

Danica broke into a sprint. She had the SWAT for protection. Whatever Daniel wanted her for, she’d be there. She slipped to a stop in the pebbled gravel on the pavement. The thing she’d noticed flopping wasn’t a shirt—it was Mal. She fell to her knees. The poor vampire’s skin was paler than normal. His hair lay in sticky clods against his forehead. She glanced at Daniel.

“What do I do?”

“Feed your mate.” Daniel nodded and handed her his pocket knife. “Go on. The team has the doctor under control.” He removed his jacket and placed it over Mal’s nude body. “I’ll give him back his modesty.”

Cut herself to feed Mal. When had her life turned so bizarre? She shook her head and closed her eyes, slicing the knife across her wrist. Wincing, she gritted her teeth, opened her eyes and placed her wrist against Mal’s lips.

Words flickered across her mind. I love you, my mate. Had Mal said that before he left? She’d thought it was dream. Tears burned at the back of her eyes. Take it, damn it. She shoved her wrist at him a little harder and forced his mouth open.

“Don’t leave me, Mal,” she whispered. “Please?”

A gentle suction pulled at her skin. Behind his eyelids, his eyes moved. Moved! Danica cradled his head in her arm and stroked his matted hair. The pull grew harder and his hands twitched.

Should she pray? Did vampires pray to God? The devil? Didn’t matter right now. All she wanted was her vampire back. She closed her eyes and held her breath. The twitching could be the first stages of death for all she knew.

The sucking stopped. Dani opened her eyes and blinked back the moisture. “Mal?”

Through heavy-lidded eyes, he looked up at her. “Dani.”

Tears fell fast and hard. She gathered him tight in her arms and sobbed. “I thought you were dead.”

“I am dead, love.” He rubbed his nose against hers. “You saved me.” He struggled to sit up, only to go limp in her arms. “Sorry. Where’s the asshole?”

“Daniel says the SWAT’s on it.”

Daniel stood. “Good to see you among the undead. There’s a foot chase in progress. I’ll have Alonzo get you both home and he’ll stand guard ‘til we get the bastard.” Nodding, Daniel turned on his heel and broke into a sprint.

As noted, Alonzo strode to their position. “Want help getting him into the car?”

“Thanks.” Danica allowed herself to breathe. Things would be alright. Not right at the moment, but soon. She could handle soon. She watched Alonzo help Mal into her car.

“I’ll be right behind you.”

Dani climbed into her car and settled beside Mal. She placed her hand on his.

“Take me home, babe. Please? I feel like death warmed over.”

“You’re already dead.”

“Then warm me all over?”

“You got it.”

Friday, October 28, 2011

Bewitching Trick or Treat Halloween Blog Hop!



Want to win a $10 GC to Changeling Press? Then become a follower, leave a comment and your name is in the hat. Easy peasy. You've got all weekend, so comment and follow.

Where's the next stop on the hop? Click here!

Thursday, October 27, 2011

Vampire Mine ~ Part Four at the Menagerie!



Check out part four of the free read!

WIP Thursdays



I'm playing a game of catch-up and wow they move fast.

I've got about 6 stories (you're not shocked, I know) in my head and all of them are racing to the "I want mine told NOW" stage. I'm trying to keep up, but it's a losing battle some days. Good thing I've got NaNo coming up. Maybe it's cheating to work on three shorts that equal more than 50k... I don't know. But if it gets my buns in gear to get them done...then I'm all over it.

Sigh, now to run after them, again.

Wednesday, October 26, 2011

Wanted: Dead or Alive ~ Part Four


copyright C. 2011 Megan Slayer


Yes, sir, she’d said it. He laid down the rules, told her what was what and she went not only with her gut, but with her heart. And for the first time in a long, long time, she didn’t regret her decision. She let out a long breath and exposed her neck to Mal.

“I have to offer myself, really want it, and ask you. I’m asking you. Make me your mate.”

Mal seated himself deep within her pussy and stilled. The lusty look in his eyes cleared and the smile grew a tiny bit. “I love you, Cherie.”

Cherie? She froze. Who the fuck was Cherie? She wanted him to love her the same way she loved him. Not love someone named Cherie. Tears burned at the corners of her eyes. The one man she loved more than anything...

“I don’t say I love you to just anyone, my Cherie. It’s a term of love.” He kissed her hard on the lips, sweeping his tongue over the seam of her mouth. “I love my girl, my Danica.”

Wow. Okay, so that was a strange situation she’d created. She closed her eyes and fought back the tears. Damn trust issues anyway.

He broke the kiss and rested his forehead on hers. “I’ll never hurt you, Dani.” He brushed away tears with the pad of his thumb. “You’re the one I looked for all my life and my undead life.”

Her heart swelled and her desire for him soared. This is who she needed—him. “Bite me. Make me yours.”

The brown in his pupils shimmered silver and his fangs elongated. He blazed a line of kisses from her mouth to her neck, murmuring between each kiss. Dani turned her head again, granting him access.

“Mine.” The sound of his declaration rang out through the room. His thrusts started up again and he nibbled harder on the ticklish bit of skin that connected her shoulder to her neck. “My beloved.”
She tensed as his fangs pierced her skin. Pressure compounded on her neck and in her pussy. She tingled all over, like thousands of tiny pins pricked her skin, but it didn’t hurt. Her thoughts fuzzied and her breathing grew ragged. “I love you,” she whispered. “I love you, Malachi.”

* * *


Malachi withdrew from her vein, rolling the iron rich blood around on his tongue. He could taste the sweetness in her soul in every molecule of her blood. He grunted and spilled his seed into the condom. Too bad. He wanted to fill her as she’d filled him. Later. He’d explain everything to her later. He braced himself on one hand and gave her room to move.

Dani stared up at him with heavy-lidded eyes. She’d said something right when he came, but damn if he heard the actual words.

“I don’t know what time it is, but I feel like we’ve been screwing around all night.” She trailed her fingers down his chest. “It’s got to be near morning. Stay with me.”

Best possible idea. “Yes, babe.” He sat up and removed the rubber. Dani skinnied out from underneath him and disappeared into the bathroom. Mal glanced at his rumpled clothes. What was the standard practice? Sleep in lumpy clothes or was it cool to sleep naked? And why was he thinking about it when his body screamed to take her again? Her blood invigorated him and made him feel ten feet tall. Screw the doctor. Mal had his claimed mate.

“Is it crazy that I finally feel special to someone?”

Mal stood and crossed the room to hold her. Tears slipped down Dani’s cheeks. “You’ve always been special to me. Always.” He guided her to the bed and helped her slid between the sheets. He took his place beside her and wrapped her in his arms. “There’s so much I need to tell you, but it’s getting late for me.”

“Tell me tonight.”

Dani ground her ass into his groin and snuggled up close. Within moments, her breaths evened and her body stilled. Sleep did sound nice. Yeah, he’d tell her when he woke that night.


“Wake up, you shit.”

Malachi jerked from sleep and stared into the blackest eyes. Devil’s eyes as they said in a movie he’d seen long ago. He knew the voice. Mal didn’t care what the doctor might do to him—but he’d die again to keep Dani safe.

“Don’t try to fight me, fool. She’s happily asleep in her beddie-bye. She doesn’t even know you’re gone.” Dr. Bowie slapped Malachi’s face twice. “You thought you could pull the shit over my eyes, didn’t you? Fucking that whore.”

Enough insulting his mate. Malachi strained to move forward. Nothing happened. He looked down. Silver bands encircled his wrists and ankles. The doctor hadn’t the decency to cover Mal’s groin. The fucktard.

Dr. Bowie crossed the room, flicking a needle in one hand and grinning from ear to ear. “She’ll wake up in a few moments and realize you aren’t there.” He flicked the needle once more and waved it in front of Mal. “By the time she figures out where you are, you’ll be a shell of your former self. Good night vampire.”

The needle pierced Mal’s arm, tearing the flesh. A raw cry ripped from his throat. Knowing Dani, she’d find him and rip the doctor a new asshole. But the maniac was right. She’d never get there in time. Fuck. Blood drained from his body, her rich, bright red blood. His head dipped and his vision blurred. If he couldn’t tell her anything else, he’d tell her the words on his heart.

Love you, my mate. I love you.

Monday, October 24, 2011

Small Blogs...BIG GIVEAWAYS!

Want to win a $5 GC to Changeling Press? Follow the site, leave a comment here or at Wendi's site, and you're entered.

Here's where you can read the feature!

Thursday, October 20, 2011

WIP Thursdays!



I don't have a lot to share this week. I have an Encounter in the latest Changeling Ezine and I'm stoked about it. Read it here!

I've set myself up to participate in NaNo this year. Why? Cuz I worked with Wendi last year and I got stuff accomplished. Maybe it was the crushing deadline or the need to get that many words out, but it worked.

I'm planning out the next Glow story. I found out that Under and Over It is coming out in November - the 11th. Pretty excited about that.

I did the first Hump Day Hump over with Stephanie Burke yesterday. That was a blast. Posting hot bods on FB and getting to chatter about them. Always a good time. Now to get the rest of what I was supposed to do on there figured out and I'll be in like Flynn. :-)

I'm going to head off to work on the Free Read for next Wednesday - hope you're enjoying it - and the one for Friday on the Menagerie.

Ta.

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

Wanted: Dead or Alive ~ Part Three


copyright C. 2011 Megan Slayer


Lust, desire, and excitement rushed through Mal’s body. He’d had sex before. Lots of times, not that he’d brag, but to be with Danica was completely different than the rest. He cared about her. Oh sure, he cared about the others, but there was something stronger with her. When they finished, he wanted to see her again. Hell, he wanted her for the rest of his undead life. He had the ability to turn her, but where would that get him? What if she only wanted to help and then run like hell?

He needed to be sure she wanted more than a one night before he even thought about biting her. But damn, the urge to bite was so fierce.

Mal placed her on the bed and paused. The view of Dani, wild hair fluffed about her face, pink tinged cheeks, and breathlessness on her lips... He could stare at her for hours. And then make love for hours. Besides, there was more to his feelings than sex. There was the need to claim her—claim...where had that come from? Did he truly want to claim her?

Duh.

Again, what if she wasn’t really into it? For a guy who normally had the bank of confidence fully stocked...his confidence was nowhere to be found.

Danica’s eyes widened. “Um...what are you staring at?”

“You.” Mal crawled onto the bed before her and nudged her legs apart with his elbow. Probably not the sexiest move, but it got the job done. “I don’t know why we didn’t do this before.” He eased her onto her back and brushed his fingertips across her swollen nipples. Her breath hitched and her body jerked under his touch.

“Do you like?”

Dani nodded and placed her hands on his sides. Mal jerked in turn. Not because he hadn’t expected her to touch him, but he never expected the feeling to be so heady. Like being zapped with an electric current. His cock twitched and heat filled his balls. All from a touch.

He dipped his head and nibbled along her collarbone. Such soft skin. He loved her scent—rosy and bright and oh so sexy. His cock raked over her panty-covered pussy, liquid fire scorched along the thick vein of his manhood. Condom. They needed a condom and freaking fast. He couldn’t wait if he’d tried. And damn it, he’d tried.

“I need a condom,” he gasped. The fact that vampires didn’t have human diseases and couldn’t impregnate their partners wasn’t up for debate at the moment.

Dani tilted her head. “Nightstand.”

Good enough for him. Mal sat up, careful not to hurt her as he straddled her. He rummaged through the worn nightstand and finally found a condom. The writing was clear and the seal fine. He couldn’t help but grin. The date on the condom was damned close.

“It’s old,” she murmured and looked away.

“So? Still useful.” Mal shimmied off the bed and he ripped his torn shirt up over his head. He tossed the garment onto the floor and unzipped his jeans. Within moments, he’d be right where he’d longed to be for too long.

As he worked himself free from the constricting denim and his boxer shorts, Danica did what he never expected to see. She opened her legs wide, eased her panties to the side and ran two fingers over her slit.

Fuck him sideways, that was hot.

“Will you bite me?” she whispered and wriggled her hips.

He jerked his attention to her face. She swallowed hard, the lines of her neck undulating slightly. Her pulse throbbed. So tempting. Mal licked his lips. He shouldn’t want this so much. She was his friend, the one person to take him in when everything else went wrong. He rolled the rubber down his cock and climbed back onto the bed. His hand joined hers as he helped keep her underwear to the side. He ground his hips and eased slowly into her creamy pussy.

Her eyelids fluttered shut and her lips parted. “Malachi.” His name came out in a cross between a groan and a whisper. Damn it sounded like sex in a voice. He shivered. The desire to bite her came back, ten-fold. But he couldn’t just take. She had to grant him permission. His mouth watered as he worked himself fully into her. She grabbed him like a fist. So perfect and snug. Dani’s nails tore into his back.

Forget sweet and delicate. He began to thrust and unleashed the full power of his desire into each push. Grunts, moans and whimpers filled the air. He watched her, careful to not hurt her. The smile and deep crimson blush on her cheeks and the tops of her breasts told him what he needed to know.

“Malachi,” she breathed.

God, how could she talk at a time like this. He held onto his composure by the tiniest thread. “Yes, babe.”

“Bite me.”

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

WIP Thursdays!



It's WIP Thursday and well, when I saw this, I had to post. I loved it and since I've been writing a lot of MM lately...it fits.


So what's happening?

I signed the contract on the third Glow book, The Air I Breathe. Luc and Tay weren't happy having just one story, they needed two books. Worked for me. I wasn't ready to let them go. Wrapped Around, their first book, should be out in early December.

I signed a contract for Under and Over It. Looks like that one's a November release. Pretty cool.

I should be getting edits for Believe from Liquid Silver here shortly. I'm excited to get going on that one.

So what am I working on?

I'm planning out the fourth Glow book. Ike gets his story next. He's got a few tricks up his sleeve, but since I've written a lot of angsty m/m, I'm actually rather happy to get to write a M/F.

I'm working hard on the free read short, Vampire, Mine over at Menagerie Authors and the free read Wanted: Dead or Alive, right here. I might lengthen them once Halloween is over and sub them. Haven't decided.

So enjoy the free reads! :-)

Wanted: Dead or Alive ~ Part Two


copyright C. 2011 Megan Slayer


“Maybe nothing. Dani, hon, you don’t get it.” His shoulders sank as Malachi turned away from her. “I don’t know a whole hell of a lot about this whole blood thing.”

“You know lots of things. Now, what about being a vampire? Are there any loopholes?” There had to be something. Anything to help him. “Come on. This is something you had better know a lot about.”

“Don’t you think I’ve tried to come up with something?” He threw his hands in the air and turned to face her. “I don’t do well under stress.”

“Liar.” She smoothed her hands over his shoulders. Man, he was tense. She massaged the tight muscles and breathed him in. Dani loved the smell of Mal—spicy man and the hint of a tangy cologne. “Calm down and think.”

“I’ve heard of sharing blood with a partner – the whole neck biting thing,” he said drolly, but didn’t move away from her massage. “There’s a sexual high, but it’s only between mates. Once the mate is found, he or she is the only one who experiences the high. To everyone else, it would be worthless.”

That she could use. Dani stopped rubbing his shoulders and tapped the tip of his nose. “Okay, so we find you a mate.”

“It’s not that simple.” He rolled his eyes and shrugged from her grasp. “Love and sex aren’t in the cards for me. I’m a monster in blue jeans. You’ve said so plenty of times.”

“Just when I got mad at you and it wasn’t cool to say that.” She gritted her teeth. Screaming at him hadn’t been her best move, but the jealousy had been way too much to handle. She swallowed the rush of fear and pressed forward with what she needed to say. “I know who your mate might be.”

His eyes widened. “Do I really want to know?”

No time like the present. “You might.” She took a breath to fortify her nerves and let it out slowly. “Look, he can’t trespass on my property and if you’re engaged in other activities...”

“Are you—” Mal backed up and plopped onto the couch. He stared at her with his jaw agape.

“Saying we should have sex? Yes, yes I am.” Her heart thundered in her chest and arousal pounded through her veins. Admitting the truth was both empowering and scary as fuck.

“Dani.”

Was he upset or turned off? She couldn’t tell. She held her head high. “Come on. I want to jump your bones. I have since I met you and you knew, so don’t act shocked. Remember when I just about tore Ashleigh Hartwell a new asshole for cutting in on our dance.”

Mal chuckled and a smile started at the corner of his mouth. “But other than the first night, you’ve never made a pass. How was I supposed to know? I hate looking stupid—all the time.”

“Are you turning me down?”

“Hell no.” He stood and stroked his palms down her arms. “Not at all.”

“Perfect.” She allowed herself to breathe. “Now drop your pants.”

His mirth-filled expression fell. The look in his eyes turned serious. “Dani.”

This, this was what she was afraid of. The man who made her heart beat didn’t want her. Fine. Still didn’t make it hurt less. “You’re turning me down. I finally get up the nerve without alcohol to boost my pride and you’re turning me down. I should’ve known. Damn.” She scrubbed her hand across her forehead and turned away so he wouldn’t see her cry. Maybe it was the time of the morning, but she hated to come apart in front of people.

Mal eased up behind her and wrapped his arms around her. He rested his chin on her shoulder and held her tight. “I never said no.” His voice rumbled in her ear and along her nerve endings.

“Then what?” she whispered. “What’s making this so hard? I like you. You need someone.” She blinked back tears. “What am I doing wrong?”

“Besides being blunt? Nothing.” He turned her in his embrace and leaned down until his lips hovered a whisper from hers. “You haunt my dreams and fill my deepest desires. Hearing that you like me does things to me that you can barely imagine. I want to fuck you until we both drop, but I’d rather do this right.”

“Yeah?” She buried her face against his shoulder, reveling in his strength and sheer size. “I’m embarrassed and speechless.”

“You’ve never been speechless in all the nights I’ve known you, but I like it.” He scooped her up into his arms and started towards the bedroom. “Now let’s go to the bedroom and do this right.”

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