Sunday, August 25, 2013

Sunday Snoggin with

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It's time for the Sunday Snogs!! Check out this one from Running Hot, Book 2 in my Track Domination Series!

Running Hot by Megan Slayer
Track Domination, Book 2  

Resplendence Publishing

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

All work and white-hot play makes this boss very, very happy.

Collin Marshall, owner of Flash Racing hadn’t planned on jumping back into the dating pool. He’s been burned one too many times by guys only wanting his money and relative fame. But even the boss gets the blues and there's one man he'd like to get to know a whole lot better--Sam Richmond.

Sam Richmond loves his job at Flash. Chief mechanic for both truck teams is a sweet job. Having Collin as eye candy? Even better. When a shipment of parts derails the team’s finishes at Iowa, it’s up to Sam to work with Collin to find a solution. Spending time with Collin forces Sam to see his boss in a new light--a sexy, dominant light.

Can these two continue running hot in and out of bed, or will their differences get the best of them?

Another unconventional Snog!!

“You don’t have to call me Sir. Collin works. Sit back. Relax.” Collin propped his right ankle on his left knee and rested his bottle on his right knee. “Other than the young gun being quick on the trigger, how are things on the team? You’re happy?”
“Very.” Sam eased backward on the couch until he rested in the crook of the back and arm. “Ethan’s strong-willed, but once he gets himself sorted out, you’re right, he’ll come around. I see big things for him.”
“What about you? You’re here late. The wifey isn’t upset?” Collin downed a swig of the beer. “Wait, no, you’re one of the lucky single souls. I envy you.”
“Me?” Sam choked on his brew. “Not a chance.” He snorted then coughed. “I seem to attract guys who want a one-night or a quickie with my driver friends. They use me to get to him. Sucks. And for the longest time, I actually believed a couple of them loved me.”
He glanced at Collin, whose eyebrows rose. Shit. He’d said too much. Damn it. Collin made talking so easy. Or maybe it was the late hour, the brew…or the fact he hadn’t talked to anyone outside of race discussion in a long, long time. He groaned.
“Sorry, man. I get carried away and spill my guts sometimes.” Sam picked at the edge of the beer label with his thumbnail. “Shutting up now.”
“You don’t have to shut up.” Collin planted both feet on the floor then leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. He held the bottle in both hands. “Those guys were fucktards, as Will likes to say. They didn’t know a good thing when they had it.” His deep hazel eyes shimmered. “One day, they’ll wish they could change the past.”
The words, you think, teetered on the tip of Sam’s tongue. Part of him wished Collin were talking about him. The rest of him knew better. He was only a mechanic and crew chief. He didn’t make the money or carry the clout needed to snag a guy like Collin.
Unsure of what to say to his boss, Sam swallowed the last of his beer then stood. “I should be going. I need to get back here at seven-thirty to make sure truck twenty-two fits the templates right. We fucked it up today, and I switched gears for a while.” He glanced around the room. “Garbage?”
“I’ll take it.” Collin’s fingers slid over Sam’s as he grabbed the bottle.
For a moment, sparks shot from Collin to Sam. Did Collin feel them, too? Sam doubted it. He nodded at his boss then stuffed his hands into his pockets. Maybe, it was the employer/employee thing, but he always felt so damned submissive around Collin.
Collin chucked both bottles into a small diamond-plate garbage bin. “Gift from the guys in accounting a couple years ago.” He shrugged. “Why don’t I walk you out?”
“Uh—sure.” Sam chided himself for sounding so lame.
“We should do this again sometime.” Collin ushered Sam into the hallway then clicked off the office lights and shut the door. “Maybe not because of a part failure, but we should.”
“You get another couple of those beers, and I’m all yours.” Sam laughed to hide his embarrassment. Talk about a come-on. Get a beer, and I’m all yours. Shit.

Sunday, August 18, 2013

Sunday Snoggin with Hot Laps!

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It's time for the Sunday Snogs!! Check out this one from Hot Laps, Book 1 of my Track Domination Series!

Hot Laps by Megan Slayer
Resplendence Publishing
Track Domination, Book 1
MM, Anal Sex, BDSM, Toys, Spanking
Racing hearts and race trucks…things happen fast on track.

Adam Lowry is known in the racing community as the best crew chief. He doesn’t pull punches or put up with diva antics from drivers no matter what. But there is one man he never quite got over. Will Camden, his former lover and now the latest addition of the Flash Racing team.

All Will Camden needed was a second chance to prove he’s got what it takes to race with the big dogs in the truck series. When he’s asked to fill in for another driver at Flash, he’s determined to make the best of the situation. Knowing his ex is his crew chief is bonus points.

Can they make the jump from being a solid team on the track to solid in bed or will they crash and burn before the end of the race?

And now for that Snog - which is a little unconventional!

“I’ve solved our problem. This is Will Camden. Remember him?”
Remember him? Adam choked back the snappy retort. A scar was hard to forget. For him, Will was that scar. Saying they shared a messy history was an understatement. Adam grabbed the bill of his hat then tugged the hat tighter down on his head.
Will, dressed in a crisp white polo shirt, ambled up to where Collin stood. A wide grin spread across his face, and his sapphire eyes still featured the bright sparkle Adam remembered so well. He’d be a good match as the next Flash driver, but damn. Why’d the past always have to come back and bite Adam in the ass?
“We’ve met.” Adam stuck out his hand. “Welcome to Flash.”
“My pleasure.” Will squeezed Adam’s hand, and the touch lingered a bit longer than Adam wanted.
Adam’s heart lodged in his throat. Being around Will would be fine on track, but they’d have to spend time together outside of the track. Then things would get sticky—and fast. Damned history between them anyway.
“He walked down pit road at the exact same time Gavin quit. I think it’s a sign.” Collin folded his arms. “And I think this is a good time for you two to patch things up.” He winked at Adam. “Will, the uniforms are in the hauler. Gavin’s about your size so they should fit. Get changed and I’ll have Adam get your seat ready.”
“You got it.” Will ducked behind Collin and into the truck hauler.
Adam waited a heartbeat then groaned. “Patch things up? Seriously? What did he tell you?”
Collin snorted. “He didn’t say a word. It’s you.” He leaned one shoulder on the hauler wall. “The moment I mentioned his name, you shut down. Anyone can see there was something between you. I assumed I was right, and I was. You and Will had a thing.”
“He’s a hothead. Dangerous on the track. Crashed out at Loudon.” Adam knelt next to the tool cart and busied himself with arranging the sockets in one of the drawers.
“Are you scared?” Collin nudged the drawer shut with the toe of his loafer. “Truth.” For being forty-two, the guy looked more like thirty-two with all the time he’d spent in the gym. The salt-and-pepper streaks in his chocolate-brown hair were the only giveaways to his true age. They talked like brothers and understood each other like good friends. And yet, Collin knew how to drive Adam berserk with his ability to sniff out the truth.
Damn it. Adam rested one knee on the ground. “It’s kind of like the cannon fireworks. The things are dangerous as hell, but they’re beautiful. And if you’re not careful, you’ll get burned. That’s what we were.”
“I saw you work together three years ago at Bristol. You helped him win the race. That’s the kind of magic I want.” Collin stepped away from the shadow of the hauler and into the sunshine. The bright light glimmered on his hair and emphasized his tan. “You managed to get him from one lap down and into position to win. That’s not easy. I want that, but I’ll settle for a top twenty finish. I’m sick of Gavin’s thirty-ninth place finishes.”
“I’ll give you my best.” Adam dipped his head once then stood. The team needed the money, and the positive finishes to keep the sponsor money. Sponsor money meant he’d keep his job.
“Take one for the team,” he muttered and headed to the pit box. “Take one for the team.”
Moments from his past with Will came to mind. Will liked to drive hard and play harder, especially in the bedroom. Handcuffs, paddles, cock rings…and an exhibitionistic streak. A shiver skated down Adam’s spine, and his cock thickened beneath his boxer shorts and fire suit. When they were together, they’d made love in some fun places. He shifted his suit and rubbed his burgeoning erection with his fingers. Whoever said the sweet memories outlasted the bitter ones must’ve known something he didn’t.
Footsteps thumped on the concrete behind him, and the noise jerked him out of his thoughts. He glanced over his shoulder. Will. His heart fluttered in his chest. Seeing the former object of his affection in the clingy fire suit shouldn’t have made his blood pulse. Shouldn’t have made him wonder why they’d ever split up. And yet, he did wonder.

Sunday, August 11, 2013

Sunday Snoggin with Living on My Own

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Living On My Own
Mixed Tapes Volume 2 
Megan Slayer  
MLR Press
Contemporary, m/m, anal sex, bdsm, toys
Can the past really help the future?

Daniel Tate knew he'd walked out on a one in a million man, but some things are better dealt with alone. Leaving Kel meant losing his heart. He's conquered his demons. Now he's out to prove to Kelsey why being together is so much better than living on their own. When Kelsey Schriver's life fell apart, the last person he expected to come to his aid was his former sub. Their past burned bright, then snuffed out too fast for Kelsey. Is the past something he can forgive or something he can't surmount?

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And now for that snog!!

Daniel didn’t quite look at him when he soaked the sponge. He bit the corner of his mouth and twisted the sponge in his long fingers. “What happened to Joseph? If you’re here and he’s not. You two really split, right?”
“I don’t want to talk about Joe or my being alone for a month.” Kelsey chucked his rag into the water. He dragged a ragged breath into his lungs and swept his gaze over Daniel once more. His cock reacted and pressed tight into his zipper. The music sloshed in his brain. He’d avoided Daniel for too long and his physical desire won out. He wanted Daniel. Wanted not to have to think about why they’d parted and how much he still loved his former partner. He wiped his hands on his jeans.
“You don’t want to talk, eh?” Daniel dropped his sponge. He stalked across the room to where Kelsey stood. “Tell me what you want instead.”
“You.” Kelsey walked Daniel backwards to the wall. Groin to groin, he pinned Daniel tight. He mashed his lips to Daniel’s, taking control of the kiss right away.
Beneath him, Daniel whimpered and opened. He tangled his tongue with Kelsey’s and groaned.  Kelsey grabbed the hem of Daniel’s T-shirt, then stroked the expanse of Daniel’s chest. He flicked his thumbs over Daniel’s nipples.
“Oh, God,” Daniel said, breaking the kiss. His hot breath feathered over Kelsey’s skin. “Take me. Right now. Don’t care.”
“On your knees.” Kelsey backed up, giving Daniel room to move. Even though five years had passed, the chemistry remained. “Get me nice and wet.”
Daniel dropped to his knees and popped the fly on Kelsey’s pants. He fixed his gaze on Kelsey and grabbed the belt loops. Bright sunlight shone around him, framing Daniel’s hair and giving him the look of an angel. Kelsey knew better. When Daniel wanted to be devilish, no one could stop him. He freed Kelsey’s cock and tapped the blunt head against his cheeks.
“Missed this,” Daniel panted. He rubbed his face on Kelsey’s groin. “Missed you.”