Tuesday, January 28, 2014

Monday Morning Armchair Quarterback - POST SEASON, part deux!


The quotes keep on comin’! Here’s some more of my collected Quotes of the Week. These are from the post-season, so check them out.
I’ve got Honorable Mentions!

“…a lot of balls thrown at him…”
He asked for it.

“…They responded well…”
To…what?

“…Need the defense to pick up the part…”
What part?

“…they wanted his arm—they got his arm…”
But where are they putting it?

And now the quotes!

“…dangerous man when the feet are churning…”
What is he like when the feet aren’t churning?

“…in the back end, they’ve been exposed…”
Mooning time!

“…active up front…”
Because they’re exposed in the back.

“…We will ride the horse…”
Determination is nothing to sneeze at.

“…he is tight…”
It’s his first time.

“…jumbo up the middle…”
Now that’s not fair. No name calling.

And now the Doozy of the Week. Something kinky, something shiny…something fun!

“…jammed balls…”

Ouch! Not good. Not good.

Stay tuned. I've got some from the Pro Bowl and the Super Bowl comin' at you in the next two weeks! :-)





Sunday, January 26, 2014

Monday Morning Armchair Quarterback - THE POST SEASON - a little late...


It’s been a rough couple of weeks. New dog who dislikes my cats makes things touchy. The Bengals loss in the playoffs was tough, too. I’ve managed.
Here are the Honorable Mentions:

“…production is just not there…”
Production of what?

“…takes someone out you didn’t expect…”
Out of where? Details?

“…Waddle helped off. Replaced by Fox…”
Okay, this one isn’t really dirty, but it brought to mind a vision of an orgy and someone getting tired or a conga line without clothes.

Now it’s time for the quotes of the week. You don’t want to miss these.

“…one of the rare first times we’ve seen him take off…”
Because normally he doesn’t take off. He sticks it out.

“…put it in the right hand of Rodgers and he put it in the left of Nelson…”
Sure makes him sound like he’s freaking huge!

“…Gets his slot man back…”
Now that’s a happy pairing.

“…pressure in his face and then he delivers a blow…”
Well…some people don’t like pressure on the face.

“…what a shot on him!”
This is where pictures are good.

“…He’s been huge—he has been monstrous…”
So he must be the guy hanging out with Nelson and Rodgers.

And now for the doozy of the week. It doesn’t sound as bad as it could be, but it’s funny as heck.

“…pretty good until it mattered most…”
Now isn’t that sweet? They gave him a compliment. Snicker. What for? Well, you’ll have to decide.


Thanks for reading. There will be more quotes this week. Can’t not use what I’ve collected. Here’s to a great 2014-2015 Bengals season. 



Thursday, January 16, 2014

Desperately Seeking an Alpha with Ascher from Cat Style (R RATED EXCERPT)

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I love heroes that take charge. You know, those ones who don't give up and strive to make the heroine feel wonderful. He's controlling the situation. Ascher, from Cat Style, is one of those men. Here's one of my favorite scenes featuring him:

"You were protecting yourself. I'm glad you did stop me. I want our time together to be special." Ascher crossed the space and took the tablet from her hands. The electronic device ended up on the dresser and he cupped her jaw. "What's happening between us is a big change. Even I don't understand all of it."

"It's a good change." She leaned closer to him. "I wanted to show you something on the tablet, but it can wait. This can't." She rose up on her tiptoes and kissed him. Penn eased her palms over the planes of his chest, eliciting many sensations in his body -- his blood heated, tingles zapped him from within and relaxation settled around him. His cock responded and thickened behind the constraining fabric. His cat rejoiced. His mate wanted him.

Penelope bit his bottom lip and moaned. She stayed in his embrace. "My knees are weak," she whispered.
"Show me how to love you." Ascher kissed her again, drowning in her sweetness. He caressed the satiny skin around her middle, beneath her sweatshirt. The more he touched her and tasted her, the more he wanted her. He dragged her to his chest and walked her to the bed. He wanted her bared for him and beneath him as he made her his.

Penn reached behind her head and removed the elastic from her hair. The dark tresses spilled over her shoulders. She eased her shirt over her head and whipped the garment somewhere behind her. Her breasts pressed against the lace of her bra. He preferred when she went without the pesky lingerie.

Ascher palmed her chest, loving the feel of her satiny skin under his hand. He'd dreamed about touching her. Reality pleased him so much more than dreams. He flicked his thumbs across her nipples.

"Ascher," she groaned. Penn tipped her head back, exposing her throat.

He trailed his fingers over her neck. She felt so delicate in his arms. "Tell me what I need to do."

She disengaged from him and shoved her yoga pants to the floor. She crawled on the bed in nothing but her panties and bra, then flopped onto her back. "You come to me and let me touch you." She spread her legs. "Please?"

"You don't have to beg." Ascher grabbed the waistband of his pants and tore, shredding the elastic as he pushed the pants to the floor. The cool air in the room swirled around his dick. Oh, Goddess. He'd wanted Penn for so long, but he'd never last at this rate.

She sat up and reached between his legs. "Let me please you."

She kissed her way up from his belly to his pecs. Penelope crawled to the end of the bed and sank to her knees. From her position on the end of the bed, she stared up at him. From his knee up to his hip, she kissed and touched. The moves elicited a deep groan from his chest. When she brushed her cheek against his cock, he jerked forward. He'd never felt anything so sexy in his life.

Ascher couldn't move. Instead he focused on her. The woman rocked his world. She flattened her hands on his upper thighs and flicked her tongue over the blunt head of his erection.

"Shit," he murmured. He threaded his fingers into her hair. Butterflies swarmed in his belly. He shifted his hips, easing his dick in and out of her mouth. "Feels good." Fixated on her, he fought to catch his breath.
Damn. He knew this wouldn't last long. The climax was too close. The more she took him in and sucked him, the closer he came to losing control.

"Stop, sweetheart." He eased his cock from between her lips. Time to let nature take over. Ascher spread her out before him. Goddess, she turned him on. He moved on instinct. With one hand, he stroked his erection and used the other hand to tug on her panties.

"I need you," he growled.

"Yeah." Penelope helped him shove her underwear down her legs. She reached between her legs and caressed her pussy.

"Holy shit." He shivered and crawled between her legs. In one thrust, he entered her. The moment he sank into her sweet heat, his head swam. She might not understand their connection or the magic, but the magic didn't lie. He kissed her upper chest, then made his way to her throat. The urge to bite her overwhelmed him.
"Mine," he roared.

Cat Style (Stray Cats, bk 2) by Megan Slayer
BIN:  06761-02176
Word Count: 10K
Page Count: 37
Genres: Erotic Romance, Novella, Paranormal
Themes: Shapehifters, Magic

He’s got cat style, but does he have what it takes to win her heart?

Penelope went to the witch’s house to look at the cats, not bring one home. The moment she spotted the tiny fur baby with huge green eyes, she lost her heart. But Hildegard’s cats aren’t all they seem. One skeptical owner plus one affectionate shifter equals love cat-style -- but will love prevail over the evil threatening to kill her furry best friend?



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Saturday, January 11, 2014

Sunday Snoggin' With Mixing Mike

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It's Sunday Snoggin' time and I thought I'd share a teeny bit from one of my favorite stories, Mixing Mike. Two guys who deserve to fall in love have to find the right record for the moment. Grin.

                                              Zero, Ohio
Mixing Mike
by Megan Slayer
Zero, Ohio, where the temperatures might be below freezing but you can always melt the frost with smoking hot sex. 
* * *
For these two men, this record could be the soundtrack to their lives – if they’re willing to mix things up.

Meticulous and organized, air traffic controller Mike Larson has every reason to be wary of mixing his passion for music with love. When Mike’s hunt to complete his Top 100 of the ‘80s list brings him to Vintage Vinyl, a shock of guyliner, dyed hair and flamboyant personality rocks his orderly world. Can he risk a step outside his comfort zone for a chance with Leon?  

Flamboyant Leon Sanders uses attitude to keep others at a distance, because he doesn’t believe in love or a lasting relationship. When he turns up the charm at his music store Vintage Vinyl, he makes the best sales. Something about the quiet man beckons Leon to give love a chance, but does he dare mix it up with Mike? 

                       



Mixing Mike
Zero, Ohio

What the readers are saying:

“Watching these two flirt and find love was sizzling hot.  They have chemistry that just leaps off the pages of this book.  Pretty sure I have singed fingers now.  I like the idea that opposites really can find love and each brings what the other needs to the relationship. I pick up Ms. Slayer’s works for two reasons, she brings me stories that are original and well thought out and she always makes me fall in love and want more. I know I will be looking for more in the Zero, Ohio series in the future. Bring on the man love!” Redz World – Rated 5 shooting stars

Here's that snog!!

“If you ever want to quit the center, I could totally use you at the store. You’re more anal than I am, and I didn’t think that was possible.”
“You don’t want me.”
Leon wasn’t sure what he meant by those words, but they still pricked at his heart. “I don’t know where you got that idea, but yeah, I do.” He placed Mike’s hand on his crotch. “If my words don’t convince you, the erection I’ve had for the last two days should.” He walked his soon-to-be lover backward to the bedroom and dropped his bag on the floor. More albums lined the walls. More pieces of Mike on display.
“I’m going to take care of you and show you how sexy you are.” He nudged Mike onto the bed. “You’re beautiful, and I want all of you.”
Time to take control—tender control. He climbed on top of his friend, kissing, touching, and learning every inch of the preppy looking man. He groaned into the kiss, sucking on the other man’s tongue. Mouth-to-mouth, chest-to-chest, and groin-to-groin, he straddled Mike. Their cocks rubbed together, despite the fabric between them. He wrapped his arms around the air traffic controller.
Leon broke the kiss first, overwhelmed by the onslaught of emotion in his heart. Lust, desire, need, and a healthy dose of craving.
“You’re easy to love,” he whispered. The thought scared him to death.
Easy to love and dangerous because Mike was quickly becoming very important to him. Leon kissed Mike once again, pinning him to the bed. He planted his knees on either side of his hips.
“I’m going to show you how easy.”


Tuesday, January 7, 2014

Hump Day Humps with White Tiger Christmas - Jingle Claws

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Jingle Claws by Megan Slayer  

Paranormal, Contemporary, Holiday
Novella
Shara Azod Publishing

Christmas is the time to come together. But for a tiger shifter stuck in his tiger form, it can be a lonely time. Kash isn’t just alone, he’s stuck in the zoo. He needs to find his mate and fast—or his human form will be lost to the tiger forever. There’s one woman who can help him out...if he doesn’t scare the hell out of her first.
Charise doesn’t believe in shifters. There isn’t such a thing. When the man appears in the sick bay where the tiger once lounged, she’s not sure what to think. He claims she’s his salvation. Will she be able to accept the Christmas spirit and his wild story in order to get her happily ever after? Only time and a little visit from Jingle Claws will tell.

Available now:


And now that Hump Day Hump!

Kash thanked the goddess Charise hadn’t bashed him over the head or locked him back in the enclosure. She even seemed to be enjoying their time together. He wanted to kiss her. Wanted to pin her to the wall and taste her sweetness. Would she moan? Writhe beneath him? Beg him for more? Charise locked the door to the break room, then dashed across the space and yanked the curtains shut. Kash flipped the light switch, bathing the small area in yellow light.“Do you believe in animal magnetism?” she asked.
“Completely.” Kash strode to where she stood and scooped her into his arms. He needed to learn the mechanics of making love, but he knew plenty about sex. The instinct to claim her welled inside of him and he tamped down the feeling. Right now he needed to proceed with caution.
Charise pressed her body to his and threw her arms around his neck. “This is so far out of my comfort zone.” She walked them both to the wall and pinned him to the chilly drywall. She tipped her head, barely giving him time to register what she was about to do, and kissed him.
He kissed her back with ferocity. Every taste, every nibble imprinted in his memory. Her sweetness exploded on his tongue and a groan ripped from his throat.“You’ve never had sex?” she murmured. Charise stroked his chest, running her fingertips over his pecs. His synapses misfired. Damn, she had him on a hair-trigger.
“Never.” He tangled his fingers in her hair. “You’re my first.”
“I’ll teach you.” She kissed him again, this time fluttering her attention over his cheeks, chin and nose. Kash panted. He’d never felt so much desire in his life. She slipped one hand over the bulge in his pants. She bit his bottom lip, then smiled. “I’ll make you feel really, really good.”
Charise knelt at his feet and unbuttoned his pants. She stared up at Kash. “I promise not to hurt you.” She eased the front of the khakis open. The garment plopped at his feet. She whistled. “Damn, you are endowed.” She wrapped both hands around his cock and stroked. He couldn’t think. He widened his stance. His blood turned to fire in his veins. His balls ached. He’d never felt so aware in his life. “Baby,” he murmured. He thrust his fingers into her hair.
Charise flicked her tongue over the blunt head of his cock. Sparks shot through his body. “Charise,” he panted. He couldn’t stand up straight. Hell, he couldn’t stand.“Just a little longer.” She pulled a tiny square packet from her pocket. What the hell was that? he wondered. She tore the corner of the packet in her teeth, then rolled a translucent white tube over his erection. “Protection,” she said, as if she understood what went on in his head. He didn’t understand what she meant, but he didn’t care. He hauled her off the floor and his cat roared within him. The cat clawed him and took over, giving him the strength to take what he wanted. Kash pinned her to the wall and ripped the pants from her legs. The panties shredded and landed with her pants on the floor. Time to claim his woman. He smoothed one hand between her silky thighs. When she groaned, he bit back a chuckle. Her juices coated his fingers. She wanted him as much as he craved her. Kash hoisted her up in his arms and continued kissing her. He entered her tight heat in one thrust. The cat roared again, then settled. He’d found his mate. He stared deep into her eyes. His fellow tigers mated from behind. No looking at their mates, just getting what they wanted. Not him. He needed to gaze into her eyes. “Damn, you feel good.” She wrapped her arms around his neck. “Give it to me. Make me feel you later.”
Careful not to crush her, he allowed his animal to take full control. Kash pistoned his hips and filled her to the brim. Each time his body connected with her, he stumbled closer to orgasm. The cat paced within him, not totally settling. He didn’t understand what the hell was wrong with his animal, but the good feelings inside him were too strong to ignore. His skin heated and he gasped for breath. He listened for the voice of the goddess while they had sex. Where was she and when was she going to bless the union? “Make me come,” Charise shouted. She tightened around him. “Oh, fuck, make me come.”

Saturday, January 4, 2014

Sunday Snoggin' With Cat Style

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I'm celebrating my newest Stray Cats book, Cat Style, today for the Sunday Snog!! Cat shifters...YUM!


Cat Style (Stray Cats, bk 2) by Megan Slayer
BIN:  06761-02176
Word Count: 10K
Page Count: 37
Genres: Erotic Romance, Novella, Paranormal
Themes: Shapehifters, Magic

He’s got cat style, but does he have what it takes to win her heart?

Penelope went to the witch’s house to look at the cats, not bring one home. The moment she spotted the tiny fur baby with huge green eyes, she lost her heart. But Hildegard’s cats aren’t all they seem. One skeptical owner plus one affectionate shifter equals love cat-style -- but will love prevail over the evil threatening to kill her furry best friend?

And a Hot Excerpt!

“Meow.”
She knew that sound. “Fang! It’s Halloween. How in the name of God did you get out? I had you in the bedroom so you wouldn’t get loose.” She scooped the cat into her arms and flipped the switch to turn off the porch light. “You can be a real poop sometimes.” She nudged the door shut with her hip then engaged the lock. As per usual, the cat cuddled in her grasp and purred. She plunked him on the couch. “What am I going to do with you? Huh? I’ll get that bell I’ve threatened to put on you.”
Penelope sighed and closed her eyes. She rubbed her temple. As much as she loved the cat, he drove her crazy. “I should take you to the vet and have you fixed,” she grumbled. “That would teach you.”
“I suppose you could, but what fun is that?”
She opened her eyes. Instead of her black cat lounging on the couch, a dark-haired man with a hint of scruff on his cheeks and not a stitch of clothing on sat in his place.
“You’re not Fang.” Not her best response, but who in the hell was he? She balled her fists, ready to punch the intruder. “What did you do with my cat and how the hell did you get in?”
“Penn, it’s me, Fang. My mother called me Ascher, and I rather like it better.” He rose to his feet. “I don’t want to hurt you. I’d rather be back in your arms.”
Her brain misfired. A nude man, handsome at that, in her house and wanting to be in her arms? And he claimed to be her cat? She wobbled on her feet. The room went blurry, then black. When she opened her eyes, the man was crouching over her.
“Penn? Fuck.” His eyebrows crinkled and he smoothed her hair from her face. “I knew I should’ve told you yesterday but there wasn’t time.”
“You’re a strange man in my house.” She scrambled to an upright position. “Get the fuck out.” Where in the hell were her purse and her mace?
“Penn.”
“You don’t know me.” She inched away from him. Instead of coming after her, the naked man sat still. “Now get out.”
“I do so know you, Penelope.” He pinched the bridge of his nose between his index finger and thumb. “Wait.” He grabbed a pillow to cover his crotch, then sat on the floor. “I know. Piss-poor timing to hide my junk. I’m sorry.” He sighed. “When you went to Hildegard’s to get a kitten, you were handed me. You didn’t know you wanted me until you saw the fluff on my ears. You loved that I had those funny tufts of fur.”
“No.” She shook her head. “No, no.” The man knew too much about her cat. What a lunatic! She grabbed her purse and rummaged for the bottle of mace -- all without moving her attention from his face.
“You wondered why I hadn’t been nabbed yet.”
Shit. Those were just about her words exactly.
“Hildegard said I’d be exactly what you needed. I can be, but you have to believe me and trust me.” He finally moved toward her. “Please?”
“I’m supposed to believe a naked man in my house is my cat? Not on your life.” And yet, somewhere in her brain his story made sense.

“I’ll show you.”

@Copyright 2014 Megan Slayer