Friday, November 30, 2012

Five Sentence Friday!


tradigi / 123RF Stock Photo

I love Five Sentence Friday. It's short and gives the readers, you, the taste of what I'm working on. Nothing too filling, but something to give a hint. I hope you like what I'm cooking up!

Daniel expected the harsh tone. Hell, if Kelsey hadn’t shown some emotion, then he’d be worried. Might as well start at the beginning. “Fifteen years ago I thought I knew everything. The world was mine to control and nobody was going to tell me what to do. I knew my limits and didn’t care what anyone said.”

Thursday, November 29, 2012

Sara Jay's Here with Nobody Rides For Free!



I'd like to introduce one of my writing friends and a fantastic writer, Sara Jay. If you haven't read her latest book, then be sure to read her interview here, then grab a copy. The info is at the end. But first, welcome Sara Jay!! Describe yourself in three words.

Ambitious bookaholic creativore. It’s okay that I make up some of the words, right?




Works for me. I make up words all the time. Cast your book. Tell us who would play the main characters in a movie and why.

Ooh, I could get so evil here. I have a crush on Rosario Dawson, so I would naturally want her to play Sinn, my seductive yet bloodthirsty faery in Nobody Rides for Free; on the other hand, she may not be scary enough. Her green-skinned soulmate, Daka, would be Mark Salling, AKA Puck from Glee. Hot!

As far as the biker trio, I would pick Owen Wilson as Cowboy; he’s a natural pick. For Stubble, I’d go with Sam Worthington, if he were just a bit shorter … And for Green Eyes, I’d pick someone I wouldn’t mind seeing punished, like Chad Kroeger. As for the queen, I’d choose my other big girl-crush, Uma Thurman, hands-down.

Great choices! What’s your favorite love scene from a movie?
I love every love scene in The English Patient, which to me is the perfect, tragic romance. I love tragedy; I just can’t help it! I’m also a sucker for mawkish, fluffy romances. John Travolta buying chairs in Phenomenon? Tom Cruise telling Renee Zellweger “You complete me”? “Bouquets of sharpened pencils” in You’ve Got Mail and that do-me grin on Jeffrey Dean Morgan’s face in the pub in PS I Love You (not to mention every scene with Gerard Butler in it)? Yeah, I love them all.

I'm all for Will Ferrell giving Maggie Gyllenhal the flours. Yep, bags of flours in a bouquet. So strange but perfect. What’s your wildest fantasy?

My current fantasy is to travel the world with my family, just the three of us… Sexually, I have a thing for superheroes. You can bet my husband’s gonna get some after we watch a superhero movie!

Perfect. I've got a thing for Captain America. It's not much of a secret though. Yes, I'd tackle hug Chris Evans ANY day. If you were to lose one of your senses, which would you rather lose and why?

Taste, definitely. I love food, but I couldn’t stand to not hear, see, feel, or even smell my little girl. Ask me in another ten years and I will probably trade the answer for smell!

I like the taste of steak too much. For me that's a hard question. What is the naughtiest thing you did as a kid?br /> I flipped off the ice cream truck driver—“the ice cream man,” as we called him—for no reason! I guess I was mad that I could never get an ice cream, but I was probably really just showing off for an older friend. But the joke was on me. He screeched his tires and chased me home and told my mom what I did! If I had been smart I would have went to the wrong house. She made me apologize and told my father, who just laughed and shook his head.

Could be a lot worse, but yeah, I can see where that could get you into trouble. Now it's time for those fantastic questions, the fast, the furious, the...Quickies!

Boxers or Briefs?

Boxers!

Top or Bottom?

Bottom!

Pajamas or nude?

Jammies—but super sexy ones.

Hairy chests or smooth?

I like both. Depends on the guy.



Alpha or Beta?

Depends on the book! I really like Alpha heroines, though.

And now a little more about Nobody Rides for Free:

You can meet my Alpha Faery Sinn and the three human bikers she seduces in Nobody Rides for Free, available from Razor’s Edge Press. You can also meet me at my website, Facebook, and Twitter page.

Tuesday, November 27, 2012

Ten Line Tuesday!



This is from one that just sort of showed up. It's copyright of Megan Slayer, so please don't steal. But do read!!

Daniel.

Few people got under his skin like Daniel. The man was impulsive and full of life. But his drinking had been his undoing. Kelsey couldn’t handle when Daniel came home drunk and verbally abusive. He missed his former lover. Each time he stepped into the bedroom was like a step back in time to when they made love and talked all night long.

Thinking about the past wasn’t going to get the house clean. Not by a long shot. Kelsey sighed and grabbed the rag. The song on the CD player changed to another that reminded him of Daniel, “Mr. Bad Guy”.

“I really need to update my CDs.” He wiped more mildew off the window sill, then dunked his rag in the solution. Footsteps padded on the carpet. Probably the realtor. Without a partner, he couldn’t keep the house. Damn it.

“Don’t tell me you let this place go to hell.”

A shiver ran up Kelsey’s spine and his ears perked. He knew that voice—Daniel. He whipped around and fell on his backside. “Daniel?”

Sunday, November 25, 2012

Sunday Snog With Christmas Glow!



I love Christmas time and it's time for my uncoming novella and a fun addition to the Glow series, Christmas Glow. Enjoy this nice little snog to get you ready when the book releases in two weeks!

Christmas Glow

Glow Band Book 6

Changeling Press

One concert changed her mind, but can one night truly change her life?

Pixie Elf’s days of designing punk teddy bears just isn’t cutting it. She wants more, including the sexy radio jockey she met at a Glow concert. That is, if he’s up for grabs.

Nitro Hicks loves playing the latest rock tunes, but he can’t get a certain elf off his mind. Does he have what it takes to rock her world for the long haul?

Magic happens in the Christmas Glow.

Available here!

And now for that snog!

Nitro shut the door. “You’re here. I’d be lying to say I’m disappointed.” He crept to where she stood and debated his next move. Touch her? Kiss her? Considering the heat in some of their web chats, he wasn’t sure what to do. He smoothed a lock of her dark hair between his fingers. Like spun silk.

“My Christmas wish was to spend it with you,” she murmured. She stared up at him with shining eyes. Brown and amber flecks glittered in the green orbs. “Merry Christmas?” Her words sounded happy, but tension radiated from her. She licked her bottom lip, not in a sexual gesture. She lowered her head. “So this was a bad idea. I’m sorry. We’ve got great chemistry, and when we chat it’s like were not a zillion miles apart. It’s hot and seems right. Maybe I’m wrong.” She started to pull away from him, but Nitro slid his hand down her arm to link their fingers.

“I’m still getting over the shock.” He wrapped his free arm around her waist and tugged her to his chest. “Chat sessions -- no matter how hot -- do not compete with the real thing.” Nitro kissed her knuckles. “I wasn’t sure what I wanted for Christmas, but I’m pretty sure my wish came true, too.”

~~~~~~


“I’m glad.” Well, glad until her time ran out. Pixie flattened her hands on his chest. His wish had come true. She couldn’t hold back the smile any longer. She pushed that thought aside. She’d worry about the deadline later.

“This sounds crazy, but I’ve dreamt of this moment.” Nitro cupped her cheek. “More nights than I care to admit.” He lowered his lips to hers.

Pixie huddled against him and melted into his kiss. Sparks shot along her nerve endings. Heat from his touch seared her from within. She inched closer to him and raked her fingers down his back. A whimper escaped her lips.

Nitro swallowed the whimper, but broke their connection first. He rested his forehead on hers. A thin band of brown ringed the black in his eyes. Pink tinged his cheeks. “I want to strip you down and learn every inch of you.”

“We’re supposed to be somewhere.”

“In my room,” he replied.

Friday, November 23, 2012

HeartThrob Haven!



Zac's being featured today on HeartThrob Haven. Why don't you come join us? We'd love to chatter with you. Click here for more details.

Tuesday, November 20, 2012

Ten Line Tuesday!



Here are ten more lines from my football story, Crossing the Line. Enjoy!!

The hot water sluiced over Ryan’s body and took away the sting from overexerting his muscles. Eight kicks in one game wasn’t his usual. But with Jason Eckles, the normal punter out with a broken toe, Ryan picked up the punts and his usual point after kicks. Thankfully the Dragons won. He had something to be happy about. They creamed the Griffons, beating them by more than twenty points.

He turned off the spray, then shook the water out of his hair. His thoughts wandered to Paul. Every time he looked over at the Griffons bench, Paul sat staring in his direction. Ryan covered himself with a towel, then palmed his crotch. The nice thing about being the last one in the showers meant the rest of the team vacated the locker rooms by the time he finished. The alone time gave him time to settle down after the game and plot out what he wanted to do for the next game.

Monday, November 19, 2012

Book Blast ~ Proving Santa Exists with Victoria Blisse!



When Jonathan transfers from the U.S to the Manchester branch of Computers Inc., Jenny is the first person to make him feel at home. Finding out about his bleak Christmases as a boy, she makes up her mind to involve him in all her English Christmas traditions.

Passion sparks between the two as they decorate the Christmas tree. Who would have thought such an innocent activity could become so sexually charged? Can Jenny succeed in seducing the hot American and also prove to him that Santa really does exist?

* Includes the Full Seasonal Recipes for meals & snacks mentioned in the story.

Amazon.co.uk
http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B00A7FJ6WQ/ref=as_li_ss_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1634&creative=19450&creativeASIN=B00A7FJ6WQ&linkCode=as2&tag=sexy00-21

Amazon.com
http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00A7FJ6WQ/ref=as_li_ss_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1634&creative=19450&creativeASIN=B00A7FJ6WQ&linkCode=as2&tag=sexy00-21

And this link on my website covers both links and has a blurb/excerpt for people too:
http://victoriablisse.co.uk/books/blissemas-tales-proving-santa-exists


And now for a hot excerpt!

"How are you enjoying your Christmas so far?" I ask, the film credits fading into the background.

"It's been amazing," Jonathan enthuses as his eyes meet mine, then a serious shadow darkens their flame. "Christmas was never anything special when I was a kid. We never had a tree. The home said it cost too much and it was a fire hazard."

I tut and shake my head.

"The highlight was the Santa. We knew he wasn't real, just a man dressed as Santa. He'd bring each of us a toy. I got a little car one year. I still have it."

"How come you knew it wasn't the real Father Christmas?"

"Because we knew there was no real Santa. They told us so all the time. They told us not to get our hopes up because Santa didn't exist and wouldn't bring us what we wanted on Christmas Eve."

“What?" I'm outraged. I feel my blood boiling with the harsh cruelty of it. "Santa does exist."

"You don't believe that, do you?" He shakes his head, his eyes wide.

"Yes, yes I do." I nod my head emphatically. "Maybe not in the way a child does, but I heartily believe in the spirit of Father Christmas. I believe in the meaning behind the make-believe. My faith is in the giving, which is the true centre of the festive season—the heart of it all. It's all about making life better for other people and, through that, enhancing your own life. Santa definitely exists."

Suddenly, those lips are on mine again, and his arms wrap around me. I feel his cheek against my skin. I feel moisture there: the trail of a tear. I close my eyes and kiss back, giving. I give him the softest, gentlest kiss I can. I want him to feel cherished. My heart throbs in pain at the harshness he’s suffered in his life. I want to smooth over all those rough edges; I want him to see what I mean about Father Christmas existing.

I pull him closer to me. My arms wrap tighter around him, and I stroke his back to offer comfort. Our lips, in contrast, are joined lustfully. With every small move, I feel my heart beat harder and faster. I become dizzy with the speed at which the blood is whizzing around my body, making every inch of me zing with the created friction and heat. His body presses me back against the sofa arm, twisting my own beneath him.

His lips leave mine and kiss a fizzing trail of pleasure down my neck to my collar bone. His hands rise from their position on my hips to slide under my loose-fitting red jumper and up higher to cup my breasts. The shock of his cool hands through the thin, lacy gauze is deliciously arousing. I groan my appreciation as his fingers dig into the cups and ease out the masses of abundant tit-flesh beneath. Pushing the wool of my jumper up with the tops of his wrists, his lips leave the soft flesh at the hollow of my neck.

Moments later, after my jumper is completely removed, their warm wetness encompasses my nipple, sending even more intense ripples of pleasure throughout my body. I feel him shift until he's on his knees in front of me. One of my legs is still on the floor, the other is crossed in front of my pubis. I slip a hand between our bodies, running it under his shirt, feeling that soft, supple skin that I've only just glimpsed before. I follow the soft trail of hair down from his belly button to the top of his jeans. I feel more than hear the moan he emits from around my nipple as I pop open the brass button, then slide down the zipper.

I can't believe I am being so forward, but as he doesn't move to stop me, I yank his jeans and his boxers down to the middle of his thighs. My action emboldens him and he moves back, allowing me to spread my thighs around him. Jonathan strokes down to my legs and pulls up the full length of long, billowing skirt, his mouth still feasting on the white meat of my breasts. A hand of mine rubs through the wiry hair trailing down to his cock. When my flesh touches his, I melt. He's hard and hot and very willing.

And now a little about the author, Victoria Blisse!


Victoria Blisse is a mother, wife, Christian, Manchester United fan and award winning erotica author. She is also the editor of several Bigger Briefs collections, Smut by the Sea and Smut in the City.

She is equally at home behind a laptop or a cooker and she loves to create stories, poems, cakes and biscuits that make people happy. She was born near Manchester, England and her northern English quirkiness shows through in all of her stories.Passion, love and laughter fill her works, just as they fill her busy life.

Find out more at http://victoriablisse.co.uk or follow and friend Victoria: http://twitter.com/victoriablisse http://facebook.com/victoriablisse

Sunday, November 18, 2012

Sunday Snog ~ Followed



This week for the snog, I thought I'd use my latest release, Followed. I love this story and can't wait to share this kiss with you! (ooh! sounded hinky!!) Enjoy!

Followed
BIN: 06028-01934
Word Count: 13K
Page Count: 42
Price: $3.99
Release Date: November 9, 2012
Editor: Katriena Knights
Cover Artist: Reneé George
Genres: Erotic Romance, Novella, Paranormal, Dark Fantasy
Themes: BDSM, Vampires, Gay, Magic


Vampires are sensual, dangerous and not to be trusted -- or are they?

Lucas planned to party with vampires but when he awoke, he had no idea where he'd ended up or who followed him. Two men want his blood, while the third wants to help him escape. Will Lucas succumb to his attraction to the vampires or leave with his life?


Available here!

And now for that Kiss!

“Am I crazy?” Lucas asked.

“Why?”

“I want you to fuck me. More than I’ve ever wanted anything. And I can hear you talk in my head. Once, but I heard it.” He unbuttoned the fly of his jeans and shoved the denim to the floor. “I don’t care if you glamoured me or whatever.”

He heard me? For once I wished I could read his mind. I needed to know if he truly wanted sex or the prestige of being with a vampire. I noticed the tat on his foot -- a skull, cross bones, and lightning bolts. Not what I expected, but then nothing about Lucas was what I expected. If I could speak in his mind, then we had bigger problems.

Lucas shrank back from me and shook his head. A hank of his hair fell in front of his eyes. “I get it.”

“What?” I curled my fingers under his chin. Tears shimmered in his eyes. I wanted to kiss him and get rid of whatever bothered him. Holy shit, I wanted to feel my cock so far up his ass he’d never forget who had taken him. I wanted this human for more than a food source.

“You don’t find me attractive,” he whispered. “I’m broken and you know it.”

“You’re wrong.” I captured his mouth in a kiss. I shouldn’t have. Humans could be dangerous to vampires. If there’s an attachment, feelings involved, the damn beings can walk away. We can’t. Volunteering to be a blood slave meant shit. The moment they decided to leave, the vampire could either beg for forgiveness and follow or go hungry. Yeah, I could find another human, but the others didn’t affect me like this one. I didn’t know how he thought he was broken, but I’d be damned if I was going to do anything to make him upset.

I tangled my tongue with his, commanding control of the kiss. He whimpered and clawed at the bed. I grabbed his ass and tucked him tight to my groin. Despite my jeans being in the way, his cock throbbed against mine. I broke our connection, in case I accidentally scraped him with my teeth.

Lucas scooted off the table, giving me a nudge backwards in the process. He dropped to his knees and worked the button on my pants.

“You’re cold.” He stared up at me with those mesmerizing green eyes. “I figured you’d be warm like me.” He stuck one hand behind my zipper and massaged my cock. “Guess I was wrong.”

Saturday, November 17, 2012

Sexy Cover Saturday


romangorielov / 123RF Stock Photo




Pixie Elf's days of designing punk teddy bears just aren't cutting it. She wants more, including the sexy radio jockey she met at a Glow concert. That is, if he's up for grabs.

Nitro Hicks loves playing the latest rock tunes, but he can't get a certain elf off his mind. Does he have what it takes to rock her world for the long haul?

Magic happens in the Christmas Glow.

Wednesday, November 14, 2012

Thursday Football Quote of the Week

I don't usually put these on here, but since I'm working on a football story, they fit. And this quote fits nicely.


Courtesy of: http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File%3ADave_Zastudil_large.jpg

"...the safety on top and Coe working him from underneath..."

Hinky.

Tuesday, November 13, 2012

Ten Line Tuesday ~ Football!!



Here are ten lines from the football players. Yep, they're really coming around. I love the story, just have to get more time to crunch away on them. Grin. Enjoy!

Aiden strolled up next to him and handed him his jersey. “So.”

“So.”

“You talked to him, didn’t you?” Aiden folded his arms. His helmet swung from his fingers. “The kicker.”

“Yes.” Although he told Aiden just about everything, the encounter with Ryan wasn’t on the to-be-discussed list.

“Details?” Aiden waggled his fingers. “Did you two do the nasty?”

“Enough.” Paul felt his ears burn and focused on lacing his cleats. “It’s not up for debate. You can tease me all you want, but yeah, we talked.”

“Talked.” Aiden snorted and sauntered off.

Paul blew out a long breath and tugged his jersey up over his head. If he moved his ass, he’d be able to catch the last few minutes of the Dragons’ game versus the Phoenix.

Sunday, November 11, 2012

Veteran's Hop!



I thought for the hop today I'd feature an excerpt my my good friend, Wendi Zwaduk's military romance, You'll Think of Me. Cade's always been close to my heart because he's not your average romance hero. He's suffering from PTSD and struggling to fit back into the world. I thank all the men and women of the military and am so glad they are doing what they do to keep us all safe. For my giveaway, there's a copy of You'll Think of Me up for grabs. The prize is open to anyone (US and INT) who comments on the post, leaves their name and their email. Add more entries by  signing up for the newsletter. Easy! Now, let's get on with that excerpt.

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

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

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

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

Reader Advisory: This book contains anal and outdoor sex.


Available here!

And now for an excerpt:

“Hi,” he murmured.

She looked up and fisted his shirt in her hands as his arms enfolded her. His dark eyes sparkled as a crooked grin tugged at his lips. What was running through his mind? The heat radiating from his body kicked her senses into hyper drive. The only thought she had was finding satisfaction with Cade.

Liquid desire pooled between her legs. She shifted her hips. No, no. Restraint. If she practiced a little restraint, maybe the heat of the moment would pass. Not quite. He looked too damn enticing in casual clothes. Oh, hell, who cared about restraint? “Did I ever tell you how dead sexy you are?”

As he raised his thick brows and smirked, he rubbed her back with long, languid strokes. The creases on his forehead melted away, making him look like the Cade she remembered. Could Rhett’s comment be true? A tiny part of her hoped so. She shoved the thought aside to insulate her feelings.

“It’s been a while, Mel. Why?”

His sexy rumble turned her insides out and spurred her on. She let go of his shirt and cupped his cheeks. “You are, and I want you—right now.” She pressed her open lips to his and moaned. Kissing Cade was almost better than sex. He knew how to tease and torment her with nothing more than his tongue. He tasted like sin and smelled divine, like an outdoorsman. A girl could get lost in that much testosterone, and Melanie never wanted to be found. How had she managed to stay friends-with-benefits with him for so long after the break up?

Groaning, he wound his fingers in her hair. Her scalp tingled as he spoke against her lips. “You do know how to get a man’s attention.”

Thanks for reading, commenting and participating. I appreciate your patronage. And now for the rest of the hop sites so you can keep going!

Sunday Snog ~ Followed!



This snog is from my latest release, Followed. I love this book and hope you will, too. It came out of a picture given to me from another author. I had to run with it. Grin. Enjoy!

Followed
Number in Series: N/A
Author: Megan Slayer
BIN: 06028-01934
Word Count: 13K
Page Count: 42
Price: $3.99
Release Date: November 9, 2012
Editor: Katriena Knights
Cover Artist: Reneé George
Genres: Erotic Romance, Novella, Paranormal, Dark Fantasy
Themes: BDSM, Vampires, Gay, Magic

Vampires are sensual, dangerous and not to be trusted -- or are they?

Lucas planned to party with vampires but when he awoke, he had no idea where he'd ended up or who followed him. Two men want his blood, while the third wants to help him escape. Will Lucas succumb to his attraction to the vampires or leave with his life?

Available here!

And now for that snog!

“I get it.”

“What?” I curled my fingers under his chin. Tears shimmered in his eyes. I wanted to kiss him and get rid of whatever bothered him. Holy shit, I wanted to feel my cock so far up his ass he’d never forget who had taken him. I wanted this human for more than a food source.

“You don’t find me attractive,” he whispered. “I’m broken and you know it.”

“You’re wrong.” I captured his mouth in a kiss. I shouldn’t have. Humans could be dangerous to vampires. If there’s an attachment, feelings involved, the damn beings can walk away. We can’t. Volunteering to be a blood slave meant shit. The moment they decided to leave, the vampire could either beg for forgiveness and follow or go hungry. Yeah, I could find another human, but the others didn’t affect me like this one. I didn’t know how he thought he was broken, but I’d be damned if I was going to do anything to make him upset.

I tangled my tongue with his, commanding control of the kiss. He whimpered and clawed at the bed. I grabbed his ass and tucked him tight to my groin. Despite my jeans being in the way, his cock throbbed against mine. I broke our connection, in case I accidentally scraped him with my teeth.

Lucas scooted off the table, giving me a nudge backwards in the process. He dropped to his knees and worked the button on my pants.

“You’re cold.” He stared up at me with those mesmerizing green eyes. “I figured you’d be warm like me.” He stuck one hand behind my zipper and massaged my cock. “Guess I was wrong.”

The rest of me might have been cold, but he had my erection warmed in his grasp. I missed the heat of the living. Thank the Gods he could share his body heat.

Friday, November 9, 2012

Five Sentence Friday!


tradigi / 123RF Stock Photo

Five sentences from the WIP. Just enough to taste. Enjoy!!

“You get into watching?” Paul wrapped his fingers around his erection. His sac bobbed with each stroke. “I wanted to do a little more than whack off.”

“I’m observing.”

Thursday, November 8, 2012

Out today ~ Followed ~ Haven House Vampires, Book One

This story came out of a photo tag from Stephanie Burke. She loves to gift plot bunnies and I love to take her challenges. This one was from a Dolce and Gabbana advertisement. I have no idea what they were advertising, and really, looking at the picture...I didn't care. Here's a little about Followed.

Followed by Megan Slayer
Number in Series: Haven House Vampires
BIN: 06028-01934
Word Count: 13K
Page Count: 42
Price: $3.99
Release Date: November 9, 2012
Editor: Katriena Knights
Cover Artist: Reneé George
Genres: Erotic Romance, Novella, Paranormal, Dark Fantasy
Themes: BDSM, Vampires, Gay, Magic


Vampires are sensual, dangerous and not to be trusted -- or are they?

Lucas planned to party with vampires but when he awoke, he had no idea where he'd ended up or who followed him. Two men want his blood, while the third wants to help him escape. Will Lucas succumb to his attraction to the vampires or leave with his life?

Available here

And now for an excerpt!

Humans. They wanted to play hard, but the moment they got in over their heads they wanted to run away. I shouldn’t have been surprised.v Lucas seemed different. Hell, he looked different. He’d done his hair in a straight-out-of-bed look. With tattoos on his skin and liner ringing his eyes, he was sexy as hell. I’d wanted him more than I’d realized. But he had been drinking. A lot. He’d babbled about no sex and how he wanted to get laid. I felt sorry for him and so turned on. The moment I spotted Ivan and Micah, I knew exactly what they wanted.

Him. And I wasn’t about to share.

“Am I here for you to use me for sex?”

“You were,” I lied. He hadn’t been brought specifically so I could fuck him. Micah and Ivan had wanted that job, until they went berserk on the girl they’d nabbed. I didn’t want to see Lucas end up dead in the same manner -- drained and dumped by the side of the road. Left for dead because they didn’t care to get rid of the body.

“Am I crazy?” Lucas asked.

“Why?”

“I want you to fuck me. More than I’ve ever wanted anything. And I can hear you talk in my head. Once, but I heard it.” He unbuttoned the fly of his jeans and shoved the denim to the floor. “I don’t care if you glamoured me or whatever.”

Enjoy!

Wednesday, November 7, 2012

WIP Wednesday... a Little Late


trebuchet / 123RF Stock Photo


It's been that kind of week. You know the kind, where no matter what you think you've gotten done, you always seem six steps back. I'm there. So here's a rundown of what I'm working on and where I've been.

The second Haven House Vampires story was turned in earlier this week. It's a MF with some biting, some sunlight and lots of sex. Yeah, I like to write about sex. Julian really wanted his story told, so there it is.

Speaking of the Vampires, tomorrow is the launch date for the first Haven House Vampire book, Followed. I'm pretty stoked. I"m going to post tomorrow with a snippet for you all to read. OH and a link in case you want to buy. :-)

I also turned in a short story for a multi-author series coming out in February or March with Changeling called Soul Debt. I wrote a flash fiction piece the story is based on so if you're following those over at the Changeling Bar and Grill Yahoo loop, then you might have seen it. It's been turned in, so we'll see what happens. But it does feature a stud named Antonio. Grin.

Lastly, the contract has been signed on Tumbling, but the name was changed to Vaulting. I like Vaulting better anyway. So look for that in or around April from Total-E-Bound.

So there you have it. I've got a couple of short stories I'm working on right now. One is a really cool multi-author idea that yours truly helped initiate. Then there are some others, so stay tuned!

Tuesday, November 6, 2012

Ten Line Tuesday!



Ten lines from my release coming in two days! Followed!

“Hold very still. Pretend to be dead.” The guy closest to me loosened the cuff around my ankle. A lock of his blond hair fell in his eyes, and the muscle in his jaw worked overtime. He didn’t just release me from the bond, he caressed me.

“I don’t think this one is coming around,” he said. “He’s still pale.”

One of the other men turned around. I held my breath and stared into space. Yes, I was pale. Being stuck in a room for more than twelve hours a day hunched over a computer didn’t exactly give me a chance to catch many rays.

“Too bad. I didn’t want to drain this one. He’s cute. Was.”

“I’ll dispose of him.” Ankle Man patted my shin. “I’m getting good at hiding the evidence.”

Hiding the evidence? Of what? Wait. My stomach dropped to my toes. He said something about disposing. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Sunday, November 4, 2012

Sunday Snog with Make Me



It's time for the snog. I didn't get online yesterday, so I didn't get this posted in time, but it's going up now. Enjoy this snippet and white hot kiss from Make Me.

Enjoy!

Make Me by Megan Slayer
BIN: 05930-01902
Word Count: 4K
Page Count: 17
Price: $1.99
Release Date: September 14, 2012
Editor: Katriena Knights
Cover Artist: Marteeka Karland
Line Editor: Lacey Savage
Genres: Erotic Short Story, Guilty Pleasures (Contemporary), BDSM

Dixie wanted out of the daily rut and a night to reconnect with her husband. What she got went far beyond her wildest dreams. Who knew a Tuesday night could be so white hot?

A crop, some rope, a sweet little plug... just what she wants, and all she had to say was "Make me."

Available here!

And now for that snog!!

"Enough for you. My turn." Zeke grabbed the crop and returned to a standing position. His erection bulged in his dress trousers, right at my eye level. He fiddled with the buckle on his belt and opened his pants. His cock popped free and bobbed. If I really tried, I could lick it.

"Do you want it?" He wrapped his fingers around his dick and stroked. "Really want it?"

I focused my attention on him. Zeke traced the line of my lips with the blunt head of his cock. Pre-come smeared on my mouth. The saltiness exploded on my tongue. I loved his tang and wanted more.

"Work for it." He inched backwards and slapped the flat end of the crop against my inner thigh. "Come get me."

Dirty, he lived to play dirty. I balanced on my knees and levered myself on my toes enough to go to him. The move was harder than hell considering my entire body quaked. I took him in my mouth. Zeke rocked forward, giving me more of him.

"More, girl." He threaded the fingers of his free hand in my hair.

I massaged him with my tongue and took him deeper. I buried my nose in the curls at the base of his cock.

"Yeah," he groaned. He tightened his grip on my hair and pumped his hips. I gagged a little at first. I mean, hell, we hadn't done this in a while. I caught up. I moaned around his erection, vibrating him.

Zeke pulled me away and swatted my ass.

Thursday, November 1, 2012

Ritual

Kealie and I wrote a short story, that's turning into a longer story. Hey, we work well together, once we get going. Anyway, here's a snippet and the cover I designed!



“My Lord! The Lady Cora! She is outside the gates.”

“Well, then let her in!” Dmitri wasn’t at all sure why Carlton was in such a tizzy. “I cannot, she seems to have collapsed at the gates, and I will not be able to gather her in time before the sun rises, my Lord!”

Clarity hit Dmitri like a hammer upside the head. In a blink he passed Carlton in the doorway. “Which gates?” His voice barely an echo as he blew past the old man. “The front, Sir!”

Even though he was already down the hall and up the stairs, he heard Carlton’s words as if the man stood next to him. Dmitri felt the prickle along his back that heralded the beginning of the rise of the sun, and knew, “No time, no time.” He’d never make it to the gates and back inside running.

He stopped moving, took a deep breath, and stood still long enough to focus. Dematerializing he cast his particles through the air to the front gate. He materialized just outside the gates, grateful the sun was still low enough on the horizon to provide enough shade that he could stoop and snatch the bundle of what appeared to be clothing crumpled at the base of the pillars holding the wrought iron gates guarding his compound. He took another deep breath then dematerialized again, holding the precious cargo, before the sun could rise further and burn his sensitive skin.

Dmitri materialized directly inside the front doors of his home. While short exposure to the sun wouldn’t kill him, it would burn a bit. And too long, and he would wish he was dead. Then again, he was old enough the sun didn’t have much effect on him any longer. Cora on the other hand…

Winded he leaned back against the wall beside the door and squeezed his eyes shut as he tried to catch his breath. In his slightly weakened state, he shouldn’t have been able to manage such a feat as two dematerializations in such quick succession, but his powers had a mind of their own when it came to the female in his arms.

Dmitri gained control of his breathing and gazed down at the woman in his embrace. Her face was obscured by the hooded cloak she wore, so he shifted his hold on her to move the folds of fabric that he might see her face. He lost his breath again when he saw the condition she was in.

The normally plump, vibrant woman he knew was nowhere to be found. Instead, in her place was a pale skeletal imitation wrapped in threadbare oversized clothing. Her skin stretched tight over bones and sinew, but the bare evidence of the muscles along her arms told him that she wasn’t yet beyond saving. Her hair, usually a lush and shiny gold, was dry and straw-like in consistency and color.

“Oh, koshka, what have you done to yourself?”