Tuesday, February 25, 2014

A Visit from the Cover Faery



It's Cover Faery Visitation time again!
I bring you, Cuffed, coming at the end of March from Changeling Press. 
Art by Bryan Keller


:-)

Friday, February 21, 2014

Monday, February 17, 2014

My Writing Process Blog Tour

Thanks to Cheryl Dragon for tagging me :-) Here's the link to her post if you're interested:
http://cheryldragon.blogspot.com/2014/02/my-writing-process-blog-tour.html

1) What am I working on? 

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
Novella
Resplendence Publishing

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.
 
Also writes under the name Maria Moonstar.
 
Links:
 
 
 

Saturday, February 8, 2014

Valetine's Bliss Kiss ~ Valentine's in the Club

Find the other snogs here!
Valentine’s Day in the Club by Megan Slayer
Valentine’s Day Sucks
Shara Azod Publishing
M/F, Contemporary, Holiday
Available at:

What happens in the club, stays in the club...except on Valentine’s Day.
Being single 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.
The moment 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 with you.”
“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
together.
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.
Fucking cruel 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.”
@Copyright 2013 Megan Slayer

Friday, February 7, 2014

The Nightmares-Series by Sage Marlowe



The Nightmares-Series by Sage Marlowe

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 heritage.

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 One in 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 time."
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 food?
"What exactly does this job involve?" I’d asked under my breath, watching my parents’ wordless argument.
"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 day."
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 in question.
"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 say something.
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 early."
Pete looked past me and grinned. "You took the words right out of my mouth. Hi, Colin. You’re a bit early yourself."
"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 underneath.


For the full series listing, please visit the publisher’s website at: https://www.totallybound.com/index.php?route=product/series&series_id=388

The first four books are also already available from
and ARe: http://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-anightmarecometrue-1335054-340.html (the links take you to the first book in the series)

Or visit Sage’s world on www.sage-marlowe.com


About the author

Sage is a multi-published author of MM erotic romance novels and novellas and loves exploring the flavours of gay erotic fiction.

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.

Contact and buy links

Sage’s website & blog: www.sage-marlowe.com
Twitter: @SageMarlowe
For all books published with Totally Bound, go to: http://www.totallybound.com/sage-marlowe
For all books published with Siren-BookStrand, go to: www.bookstrand.com/sage-marlowe


Sunday, February 2, 2014

Chocoholic needs your unctuous chocolate themed stories!



Do you love Chocolate?
Do you write Erotica?
Did you know you could combine the two into a decadent delight?
Last year lots of wonderful Erotic Writers did just that to bring you “Smut for Chocoholics” (http://smutters.co.uk/smut-for-chocoholics)
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 genre even fantasy, sci-fi, historical or futuristic as long as it has an 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!

The rest of the information about the call for subs can be found at http://smutters.co.uk/calls-for-subs/more-smut-for-chocoholics