Glad you asked! I'm knee deep in a new series featuring Club Desire, from Resplendence Publishing.
Tied Desire by Megan Slayer
Club Desire Book 1
M/M, Anal Sex, Toys, Spanking, BDSM
Get your rocks off however you want
at Club Desire. We’re not easy and we’re not free, but we are discreet. Find
your fantasy in the club.
Ford Gehrig likes everything hard—his racing and his sex life. His career
driving stock trucks is riding high. He’s a top performing rookie. Club Desire
fulfills his needs for pain in his pleasure. But even a strong man has his
breaking point. His wounds run deep and won’t be easy to overcome. Will the
club be his salvation or his downfall?
Master Zane knows the rough side of the club well. He’s
been at Desire longer than many of the Doms. Few subs turn his head like Ford.
He wants the hot blond on his table, against his cross and in his bed. Nothing
at the club comes easily, but Zane’s not one to give up. Will he be able to
pierce the protective walls around Ford’s heart, or will his own past be the
barrier he can’t destroy?
Only time, some cuffs and a few spankings will tell if
this tied desire is meant to last.
2) How does my work differ from others of its genre?
I write about couples in the midst of a second chance. First love is great, but I like the redemption story. How did they manage to get back together or make the second time around work? Usually a second time around is more complicated and emotional. I like playing with that emotional aspect.
3) Why do I write what I do?
Writing for me is like breathing. I have to do it. I love letting the characters run and play. It's fun. If I didn't I'd have to listen to the characters talk anyway. I might as well write them. Grin. Plus, I love writing. I've always been good at stringing words together - be it in lesson plans or papers for school. Getting to make the stories hot just added a whole lot of good to the deal.
4) How does your writing process work?
I usually write a bit of the plot out in my notebooks. I love to do some of the work by hand. Once I get a decent amount of the story in the notebook, I sit down at the computer. Usually 3-5k words at a time, I go at it. Hopefully the book works out and doesn't need major revision. Sometimes it does. I send it by my crit partners and beta readers and then swoosh! Off to the editor. Not the most exciting process, but it's the truth. *G*
Next week check out the post by Trinity Blacio! Here's a little more on her:
Trinity Blacio has been writing now professionally for ten years. Currently she has available titles from Freya’s Bower, Ravenous Romance, and Riverdale Avenue Books with more to come. She is always excited to be writing, hearing from readers, and helping fellow authors.
She lives in Wellington, Ohio and shares with her two children, Cheyenne and Rudy, two cats Smokey and Missy. When Trinity has time you can find her reading all sorts of romance novels. But as you have figured out her favorite are Dark Fantasy, Erotic, Ménage, Erotic Horror.
What happens in the club, stays in
the club...except on Valentine’s Day.
on the dreaded day of love sucks. Ask Morgan. Three years in a row of sucky
dates have made her gunshy. But a night of clubbing and a chance meeting with
the man who features in her naughty fantasies just might turn this girl’s
thoughts around. Maybe.
he laid eyes on Morgan, Trip knew she was the woman for him. And what better
day to make his move than Valentine’s Day? He’s about to find out how hard
he’ll have to work to get what he wants—her.
And now for the Hot Snog!!
“Lacey? Carmona? She
can hold her own. She’s probably already broken
the hearts of half the
men out there.” Trip pointed to Lacey, who was grinding
her ass against a
dark-haired man. “Want to dance?”
“No.” Who was she
kidding? She wanted to dance, and with Trip, but
fuck. The last time
she’d let go and offered her heart, she’d ended up paying
the damn price.
“You’ll do anything to
push people away, won’t you?” Trip rose to his full
height, then grabbed
her hand. “Come on.”
“Where the hell do you
think we’re going?” Morgan braced her feet. “I
am not going anywhere
“You’re pissed and
hurting.” His blue eyes blazed, and his warm breath
feathered on her
cheeks. She noticed the freckles sprinkled on his nose. Since
when had he sprouted
freckles? And why was she looking?
“Lacey said you were
upset, but I never expected you to be this upset.”
Trip wrapped an arm
around her. He tugged her across the room, through the
throng of sweaty
bodies to his office. What did he want? To stretch her across
his desk for a
quickie? Hot sex against the wall while the dancers partied,
oblivious, on the
other side? Her pussy quivered, and she pressed her knees
Trip McDivott served
as the principal player in all her naughty fantasies.
Now he wanted her
alone in his office. If she wasn’t mistaken, she could’ve
sworn she heard Lacey
giggle over the thundering dance music. The cooler air
of his office slapped
her back to reality. This was her boss. She shouldn’t
imagine him wanting
her for anything other than as an employee.
Valentine’s Day strikes again.
“Trip, let go of me.
I’m here for fun, not so we can have a staff meeting.”
She nudged him away
from her, only to have him hold her tighter. “Trip, don’t
make me bust your balls.”
He shut the door with one hand, then
turned on her. “We need to talk.”
What if the old, folkloristic tales are
true and nightmares exist? What if a nightmare isn’t just the vivid and
frightening scenario our tormented subconscious presents to us as we sleep, but
a paranormal being that is as substantial and real as you and I—an incubus, a
demon that feeds on human emotions? Could a man fall in love with such a demon,
and could the demon love him in return?
Colin Meighan, co-owner of the small but
successful gay porn production company Centre Studs is also the company’s
biggest star. He sports a pretty exterior, but there’s more to him than meets
the eye. Too young to know the full extent of what he is, he has to learn that
the world he lives in isn’t what it seems. There are powers at work that exceed
everything he’s ever believed in and the lines between nightmare and reality
become blurred as he discovers the truth about himself and his gruesome
This, in short, is what the Nightmares – Series is about, but there’s
more to it. A lot more. A cast of intriguing, likeable and mysterious
characters takes you on a ride with more twists and turns than the average
rollercoaster. Hot sex is more than just fun for these guys—it’s vital. And
yet, while one man alone can never be enough for demon Colin, romance and love
are far from dead.
Try the Nightmares but be warned:
they’re addictive and will possibly—probably—leave you sweating, tossing and
turning in your bed…or wherever you choose to read them.
Here’s the beginning of A Nightmare Come True, Book Onein the Nightmares Series, to whet your
appetite (Copyright Sage Marlowe, 2013):
When the day I was supposed to meet
Colin Meighan finally arrived, I still couldn’t believe my luck. I was dying to
meet the man in person, so, unsurprisingly, I arrived early at the address
Uncle Tony had given me. It was a somewhat run-down former warehouse and far
from the sexy and glamorous location I’d been expecting to find.
My uncle Tony, who always knew someone
who knew someone, had set me up for a job. "It’s cash in hand," he’d
told me, shielding me from my mother’s suspicious glances. "A fairly good
rate, too, as long as you’re willing to keep your eyes shut for some of the
It had been our monthly family gathering
and I, true to form, had arrived with the news of having been sacked once
again. Just what did it say about me that my mother hadn’t even seemed
surprised and my father, who once upon a time would have considered this a
perfect reason to warm my hide, had just shrugged and continued to pick at his
"What exactly does this job
involve?" I’d asked under my breath, watching my parents’ wordless
"A bit of everything," Tony
had replied. "It’s a low-budget film production and they just need a
capable pair of hands to help move around equipment, put up lights and screens
and stuff like that. I’ve done it a few times myself, but I’m busy that
Young and naïve as I was, the words
'film production' had blocked out the adjective 'low-budget' by far, but it
hadn’t been until I’d cornered Tony on the doorstep, when he’d been about to
leave, that I had managed to extract further information on the film production
"Gay porn," he’d said,
smirking. "But don’t worry, the guys keep their hands to themselves—or
each other, anyway. You won’t need to watch the action either. Just turn around
when you’re done with your part of the job."
I hadn’t pointed out the double-entendre
in his last sentence. He certainly hadn’t suggested I turn around and show my
butt to some of the hottest guys in Britain. Pursuing the topic of gay porn or
even gay sex any further wouldn’t have been wise at the best of times, but on
the doorstep of my father’s house, jobless and on the wrong page of my father’s
books, it could have rendered me homeless within minutes.
Of course, my sexual orientation had
always been a well kept secret at our home. My parents knew but the rest of the
family remained in the dark, so dear Uncle Tony probably thought nothing of
sending me to the set of a porn film. Little did he know that it was like asking
an eight-year old to help guard a candy store. When he’d mentioned the name of
the production company, Centre Studs, I’d barely been able to stop myself
punching the air in victory. Centre Studs was a small company and a lightweight
compared to the big overseas porn industry, but they made high quality films
using the nation’s finest gay porn stars. And for me, when it came to gay porn
stars, there was no one better or hotter than Colin Meighan.
The inside of the building kept the
promise its outside had given. Bare stone walls, naked, chipped and
paint-stained concrete floors and cheap, too bright overhead lights. I was a
guy and it didn’t take much to get me in the mood, but somehow I’d imagined the
location for a porn film shoot to have just a tad more of a sexy atmosphere.
I was one of the first to arrive. There
was another guy with a ponytail who was busy glaring at his smartphone, two
cameramen and one man who was busy taping a large microphone to a rod.
"Hi there," I greeted no one
in particular and no one in particular responded. The only replies I got from
the four men were muffled grunts and a mumbled "Hello."
I went to the man with the ponytail.
"Hi, I’m Mike. Mike Fawkes."
Tapping away on his phone, he barely
looked up. "Peter Evans. Call me Pete. I’m the
producer-slash-director-slash-casting agent. Any questions, talk to me."
"Yeah, all right." I let my
gaze travel across the run-down film set. A super king-size bed was tucked into
a corner, which was probably for the best as it didn’t look inviting. Its
stripped mattress wore a multitude of stains in different shades—fading scars
that had been earned in countless battles. An old-fashioned but large sofa sat
in the middle of the room, its faded green corduroy covering threadbare in
places. No, they didn’t put much effort into an appealing location. "So,
this is where the action’s gonna happen, huh?" I observed, mainly just to
Pete glanced at me. The corners of his
eyes were wrinkled in a half-smile. "Yeah. You’re early."
"Well, yes. I figured it might be
better if I came early."
A soft chuckle right behind me made my
back tingle. "Sweetheart, in this business it’s never good to come
Pete looked past me and grinned.
"You took the words right out of my mouth. Hi, Colin. You’re a bit early
"Yeah, I know," Colin drawled.
He moved past me and leaned in to Pete who tilted his head. For a moment I
thought he’d kiss him full on the mouth, then Colin turned the motion into a
quick peck on the cheek, but it was too late.
A scene from the film I’d watched last
night in anticipation of the meeting interfered with reality and a dirty
fantasy began to unwind in my mind. I imagined Colin greeting me with a kiss,
only that ours would be open mouths and tongue-touching and all. Blood shot
into my dick, fast enough to make me dizzy. Fool that I was, I’d come prepared
to meet the star of my dreams, but nothing had prepared me for Colin’s enormous
sex appeal. On camera he was sexy as sin, off camera he was Viagra on legs. He
wore tight-fitting, ripped blue jeans and a pale grey, long-sleeved T-shirt.
The fabric of the latter was so soft that it not only hugged the curves of his
pectoral muscles—I could also easily make out the shape of the nipple piercing
Sage is a multi-published author of MM
erotic romance novels and novellas and loves exploring the flavours of gay
A willing slave to all the fascinating
guys who keep queuing up and want their stories told, Sage can almost always be
found cooking up the next hot story or daydreaming about new ways of rubbing
sexy male bodies together to make the sparks fly.
This year we want lots more of the same
with “More Smut for Chocoholics” (you know one chunk is just never enough!) so
we want your chocolate themed erotica, it can be from any
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erotic twist and features chocolate somehow. We are looking for stories between
3,000 – 6,000 words. So have a few sticks of your choccy of choice
and get inspired!