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Firelit Magic by Wendi Zwaduk ~ Out now – Witches, Black Cats and plenty of red hot love!

Firelit Magic by Wendi ZwadukImage

Contemporary, Paranormal

Novella

M/F

Totally Bound

 

Cian’s coming into her own with her magic. She’s happy rescuing the black cats society doesn’t want, but she’s lonely. A sexy man to warm her nights would be perfect. Too bad the man in question isn’t interested–or is he?

 

Officer Tommy Barnes noticed Cian and her red hair the first time he stepped into her store, but a witch and a cop should mix–should they? And what’s with her interest in black cats? His investigative sense has him stopping back at the store over and over. He can’t deny his attraction to her. His sixth sense says she’s harmless, but a little investigative work between the sheets never hurt.

 

Can Tommy withstand the red-hot fire or will this witch get the best of him?

 

This book follows secondary characters from Candlelit Magic. This book also contains scenes of magic and sex between a witch and her human.

 

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EXCERPT:

 

©Wendi Zwaduk 2014

“Cian, I need the full story.” And her phone number. Or at least a longer conversation not involving her potential as a thief. He bit his tongue to keep from saying something he’d regret. When she pursed her crimson lips, he wondered what she’d taste like. He shouldn’t be attracted to her. A cop and a witch couldn’t mix…could they? He didn’t believe in spells or sacrifices. He needed logic and order, but he couldn’t deny the attraction.

Tommy shook his head. He needed to stop looking at her as anything other than a sexual human being.

Cian scooped up one of the cats, then sat on the arm chair. Yet again, she rubbed her cheek on the top of the feline’s head. “Heya Joey.” She scratched under the animal’s chin. “You’re a good baby.” She continued to pet the cat, but turned her attention to Tommy. “You said you wanted the full story. What do you want to know?”

“Everything.” He stood opposite her, unsure of how to unseat the cats. Besides, standing made him focus. “Start from the beginning. Why would someone accuse you of killing black cats? How’d you get into the rescue business and what are you doing tonight?”

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I’ve always dreamt of writing the stories in my head. Tall, dark, and handsome heroes are my favorites, as long as he has an independent woman keeping him in line.  I love playing with words and letting the characters run wild.

NASCAR, Ohio farmland, dirt racing, animals and second chance romance all feature prominently in my books.  I also write under the pen name of Megan Slayer. Come join me for this fantastic journey!  

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Paint My World by Megan Slayer – IR Contemporary Short Story ~ Out Now!

 ImagePaint My World by Megan Slayer  

M/F, Contemporary

Spring Fling Short Story

Shara Azod Publishing

 

Spring means open windows and open hearts.

Danielle Lane isn’t looking for anything other than paint when she goes into the home improvement shop in town. She’s not ready to offer up her heart again, but the sexy man behind the paint counter is making her think twice.

Garrett Granger has everything he ever wanted—except honest love. Working at the local hardware store suits him just fine. But the moment Dani walks into the store, he’s ready to give up his single life for a chance with the sexy woman.

Will this spring fling turn into something more or flop by the end of the night?

 

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EXCERPT:

©Megan Slayer 2014

“Just a moment.” When the blond hulk turned around, she knew. His blue eyes sparkled and the scruff on his cheeks added to his appeal. “Dani?” Garrett wiped his hands on his apron. “Well, I’ll be. Dani Lane. Look at you.” 

The tips of her ears burned. She usually wasn’t one to give in to flattery, but coming from Garrett, the words made her a little weak in the knees. 

“It’s me.” She slid the paint swatches across the counter. “I need some paint. These two.” She pointed to the circled colors. “Two gallons each.” 

“You know what you want. Cool.” He picked up the samples. “What are you painting?” 

“My living room and bedroom.” She sat on the closest stool. “I thought it was time for a change.” She folded her hands. Being near Garrett brought back so many memories, and most of them included her watching him playing football. He hadn’t noticed her back in the day, but seemed to know her now. 

“Painting is a good release. You can roll over the old memories and make new ones.” He tapped the keys on the touchpad. “At least once a year, I paint one or two of the rooms in my house. The walls will probably close in on me one of these days from all those layers of paint.  Gloss, eggshell or flat?” 

Oh crap. She hadn’t thought about the finish. Eggshell would look nice, but would it 

show the dirt faster? “Do you have semi-gloss?” 

“Let me check.” Garrett strolled away from the counter and down the aisle of paint cans. As he walked, his ass swayed a bit. His jeans clung to his muscular legs like a second skin and the T-shirt stretched across his torso, defining every ripple and bulge in his body. 

Dani pressed her knees together. Warmth spread over her. She shouldn’t look at him like a potential lover, but damn. The package he presented hit all her buttons the right way. He’d captured his blond hair in a ponytail. Some women weren’t keen on guys with long hair. Not Dani. She wanted to be able to run her fingers through the light tresses or pull on them during sex. 

She’d like to have sex with Garrett and pull his hair as he drove into her. She shivered. She wondered what he’d be like in bed. Hot and hurried or slow and steady?

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When she’s not writing the stories in her head, Megan Slayer can be found luxuriating in her hot tub with her two vampire Cabana boys, Luke and Jeremy. She has the tendency to run a tad too far with her muse, so she has to hide in the head of her alter ego, but the boys don’t seem to mind.

When she’s not obsessing over her whip collection, she can be found picking up her kidlet from school. She enjoys writing in all genres, but writing about men in love suits her fancy best. The cabana boys are willing to serve, unless she needs them. She always need them. So be nice to Javier or he will bite–on command.

She also masquerades under the name Wendi Zwaduk and is published through Ellora’s Cave, Changeling Press, Decadent Publishing , Liquid Silver Books, MLR Press, Resplendence Publishing, and Total-E-Bound Publishing.

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Bedtime Stories: Kiss of Fire by B.J. McCall

Kiss of Fire, a dragon tale, is my contribution to the Bedtime Stories Anthology.

 

Bedtime Stories editor Claire Casson is on the run. Her job as the housekeeper at Dragon Haven is a convenient cover, but the sudden death of her employer and the arrival of his son, Jonas Thornkill, threaten to expose her secrets.

Why his father chose to offer sanctuary to an employee, a shifter with a false identity, perplexes Jonas as much as his intense, primal attraction to Claire. According to dragon law, he’s stuck with her.

The last thing Claire wants or needs in her life is the complication of an alpha dragon capable of setting her blood on fire.

For Jonas, it’s a matter of honor, and lust.

 Praise for Kiss of Fire

“Enjoy dragon stories? Want a shorter book to read and one that is so interesting you can’t put it down until the end? Then this is the book you are looking for.”

– Jacquelyn R. Ward, The Romance Studio

“A hot read with magic and mystery.”

4.5 Cherries! — Holly, Whipped Cream Reviews

 

Kiss of Fire Excerpt

Claire stood. “Think what you will, Mr. Thornkill, I never wanted any of this.”

He set down his wineglass and rose. “It’s done and we’re in this together. We got off to a rough start. Should we try again?”

Figuring it was best to maintain a civil relationship, Claire agreed.

“I’m sorry I lost my temper,” he said. He reached out and brushed the back of his fingers against her cheek. Sensual heat followed in their wake. Her pulse leaped and her heart skipped a beat. Heat coiled in her middle. The man had a profound influence on her libido.

When she moistened her lips, his amber eyes blazed. “But I’m not sorry I kissed you.” He brushed her lower lip with the pad of his thumb. His fingertips trailed along the column of her neck. “Your pulse is drumming.”

Taking her hand, he pressed it to his neck. “Mine’s racing, too. Can you feel it?”

His skin was hot and his pulse pounded as wildly as hers.

He cradled her face, drawing her closer. “I want to kiss you now.”

Heat spiraled through her. From her balcony she’d watched him transform from a magnificent dragon into a striking man. His rugged good looks and muscular body were far sexier than any hero her authors might conjure in their stories. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Why not?”

Because I’ll never want you to stop!

She started to step away, but he pulled her back. His gaze held hers for several potent heartbeats. His nostrils flared and his amber eyes were fiery with desire.

“It’s a very good idea.”

The husky timbre of his voice held her fast. When Jonas tilted his head and leaned down, a shiver slid down her spine.

His lips settled on hers, a gentle, unhurried kiss that melted her insides and forced reason from her brain. He slipped his tongue between her lips, deepening the kiss, testing her response. Her senses came alive beneath the firmness of his lips and the heat of his mouth.

His scent surrounded her. The delicious primal scent of alpha dragon spoke to long ignored needs. Trembling with desire, Claire moved closer and pressed her breasts to the hard wall of his chest. Her nipples tightened, fire streaming from the taut points straight to her pussy. She was so hot she half expected smoke to seep through her skin. If she were in dragon form the kitchen smoke alarms would be shrieking.

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Dragonfire 5:Caught by B.J. McCall Excerpt 3

A warrior’s duty. A clan’s honor. Is their dragonfire strong enough to survive?

A quest has fallen upon Trynt Andrak’s shoulders, tearing him away from everything he loves, but it’s a matter of clan honor.

For Adatha Krytt there is only one dragon, but he has vanished leaving her to pursue her dream of becoming a dragon warrior. Duty is everything until the day comes when Trynt’s quest becomes Adatha’s mission.

His honorable quest has made him a thief. To catch a thief, she must track down the dragon she loves.

Can she fulfill her mission without breaking her heart?

EXCERPT Three

His eyes blazing hot, he slanted his head and kissed her. The slow, languorous kiss turned scorching hot. Passion sizzled, and smoke curled from his nostrils. “If I had more time, I’d…” He sighed. “I have a long flight. Let’s have that coffee.”

Adatha took his hand and they walked inside. “I have energy bars.”

They shared a quick breakfast and Trynt drained his cup. He looked longingly at the thick bed of sheepskin then stood. “I have to go.”

Hand-in-hand, they walked to the mouth of the cave.

“Come back for me, Trynt.”

“Don’t wait for me. Don’t waste your heart on me.”

“I’ll give you three years. Then I’m coming after you. I’ll track you down even if I have to fly to the ends of the Earth.”

“Think you can catch me?”

Tears streamed down her cheeks. “I know I can. You are my quest.”

His eyes glistened as if he too might weep. “I’d enjoy getting caught by you.”

He kissed her again, a kiss filled with longing so fierce their hearts burned with fire.

“You’re my dragon mate, Trynt.”

Without replying, Trynt spun on his heel, ran out of the cave and leaped off the stone ledge into the fiery red sky. In a flash of green and silver, Trynt transformed. His wing beats strong and steady, Trynt headed toward the far peaks.

Her heart aching, Adatha watched until he disappeared from view. “One day, Trynt. You will be mine.”

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Dragonfire 5: Caught by B.J. McCall Excerpt 2

A warrior’s duty. A clan’s honor. Is their dragonfire strong enough to survive?

 

A quest has fallen upon Trynt Andrak’s shoulders, tearing him away from everything he loves, but it’s a matter of clan honor.

For Adatha Krytt there is only one dragon, but he has vanished leaving her to pursue her dream of becoming a dragon warrior. Duty is everything until the day comes when Trynt’s quest becomes Adatha’s mission.

His honorable quest has made him a thief. To catch a thief, she must track down the dragon she loves.

Can she fulfill her mission without breaking her heart?

EXCERPT Two

Would Adatha finally be his? Her skin was silky soft and her lips lush. The contours of her body were so inviting. Her naked image was forever seared in his brain.

Trynt snapped his wings and dropped behind her. He loved watching her fly and seeing the play of sunlight over her golden scales. A powerful flyer, she had grace and agility, yet her wings appeared fragile.

He’d flown into battle and faced the enemy, but never had Trynt’s heart hammered so wildly. He wanted to make tonight the best night of her life. He knew it would be for him. Raw alpha male desire burning inside, Trynt roared.

In response to his alpha roar, Adatha curled her tail around his. The sexual promise struck, Trynt dipped his wing, and together they performed a roll. Scales brushed, flashing in gold and green patterns.

They separated. Trynt flew above Adatha, matching his speed to hers. He slid his tail along the length of her back, taking care not to strike her with the steel tip. His tail was armed with an armored tip capable of knocking down a door, breaking metal or delivering a fatal blow.

Adatha caressed his underbelly with her tail in gentle invitation. A shiver of molten heat ran down his ridged back. She licked his underbelly, giving him a slow, sensual swipe. Trynt roared and blew flames.

By the time Trynt spotted the cave, he was burning so hot that smoke streamed from his nostrils, and his scales were a bright green. Slowing his speed, he dropped behind Adatha and hovered. He watched her land gracefully on the stone ledge at the mouth of the cave that had been his favorite getaway spot. He’d spent many days here planning his future as a dragon warrior and many nights dreaming of Adatha.

With an erotic flick of her tail, she disappeared into the cave.

Trynt puffed smoke and landed. He stuck his head into the cave and looked around. Instead of the nest of straw he’d left behind, he saw a huge sheepskin rug piled high with pillows. A string of lights crisscrossed the ceiling, and colorful sheer drapes lined the walls.

“I made the place a bit more comfortable. I installed solar collectors on the hillside. I hope you don’t mind.”

Trynt looked at the white sheepskin rug. “I don’t mind.”

“Scale or skin?”

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Cat Style ~ Book 2 in the Stray Cats Series by Megan Slayer

Cat Style (Stray Cats, bk 2) by Megan Slayer  MS_CatStyle_large (1)

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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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 Megan Slayer 2014

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When she’s not writing the stories in her head, Megan Slayer can be found luxuriating in her hot tub with her two vampire Cabana boys, Luke and Jeremy. She has the tendency to run a tad too far with her muse, so she has to hide in the head of her alter ego, but the boys don’t seem to mind.

When she’s not obsessing over her whip collection, she can be found picking up her kidlet from school. She enjoys writing in all genres, but writing about men in love suits her fancy best. The cabana boys are willing to serve, unless she needs them. She always need them. So be nice to Javier or he will bite–on command.

She also masquerades under the name Wendi Zwaduk and is published through Ellora’s Cave, Changeling Press, Decadent Publishing , Liquid Silver Books, MLR Press, Resplendence Publishing, and Total-E-Bound Publishing.

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Caught by B.J. McCall Excerpt 1

Caught is the fifth book in my Dragonfire Series.

A quest has fallen upon Trynt Andrak’s shoulders, tearing him away from everything he loves, but it’s a matter of clan honor.

For Adatha Krytt there is only one dragon, but he has vanished leaving her to pursue her dream of becoming a dragon warrior. Duty is everything until the day comes when Trynt’s quest becomes Adatha’s mission.

His honorable quest has made him a thief. To catch a thief, she must track down the dragon she loves.

Can she fulfill her mission without breaking her heart?

 

EXCERPT One

 

“Race me to the river?” Adatha Krytt fluttered her golden wings. “I’ve shaved five minutes off my time.”

Dressed in his dragon warrior uniform, Trynt Andrak sat on the spread wing of the headless dragon statue that graced the roof of the Wyryk Temple. The wind generated by her wings ruffled Trynt’s sun-streaked brown hair. Just looking at Trynt made Adatha’s heart flutter faster than her wings.

He grinned. “You know I can beat you without working up a sweat.”

Trynt was the fastest flyer in the Wyryk Mountains. “That’s why I want to race you,” Adatha said. “The warrior training tryouts are next week, and I’ve got to be ready. Shift already and let’s fly.”

“Not today.”

Adatha whipped her long tail and flapped her wings. She executed a four-point turn, banked her right wing and flew a tight pattern around the temple, coming within inches of the tall columns, then swooped over the headless statue without touching a hair on Trynt’s head. Flapping her gossamer wings, she circled around and hovered before the statue. Only accessible from the air, the Greek style temple was built on the top of a mountain. Far below a river snaked through a wide, fertile valley. The dragon clans of the Wyryk Mountains had worshiped here for over ten thousand years.

Trynt clapped his hands together. “Well done.”

Daily, she’d performed the precision maneuvers Trynt had taught her. “Thanks. I’ve been practicing,” Adatha said.

He gave her an approving smile. “I can see you have.”

She’d flown the length of the valley looking for him. Rarely home now that he was a warrior Trynt was usually surrounded by family and friends. Adatha wondered why he was alone and hanging around the temple.

“Teach me something new,” she said, eager to spend time with him.

“Sorry, I don’t have the time.”

“I miss flying with you.”

Trynt’s smile faded. “It’s almost time for the bell game. Relax and have a little fun. You have a fine nose for gold. Use it.”

The traditional bell game had originated in the Fire Mountains. Gold bells were hidden in the forest and the dragon that found the most bells won. The games were very popular. “My friends don’t want me to compete,” she said, snorting smoke. “I always win.”

“Find something to track. Tracking is a good skill for a warrior.”

“How about if I track you? I know I can find you.”

Trynt’s gaze met hers. “Not where I’m going.”

“You’re leaving? Already? You promised to evaluate my progress.”

“You’re ready, Adatha. You don’t need me.”

She needed him. He didn’t know how her heart longed for him. “You just came home yesterday. Why are you leaving so soon? Is your unit being called into action?”

“I’m resigning from the dragon warriors.”

“Resigning? I don’t believe you.” Snapping her wings, she executed a head-over-tail roll and did a pinpoint landing on the roof of the temple. “We were going to serve together. I don’t understand.”

“I can’t explain.”

Adatha lowered her horned head and looked into Trynt’s brilliant green eyes. “You know I’m good at keeping secrets. Why are you resigning from the warriors?”

Trynt looked at the sheared neck of the statue.

Adatha gasped. “You’re taking up the quest?”

“I have to leave. I’m sorry about the tryouts. I wanted to be there, but I can’t.”

She’d counted on Trynt’s support. He had to be there. Once she was accepted into warrior training, Trynt would have to accept her as an equal. Adatha was tired of being treated like a friend. She wanted Trynt to see her as a woman. She loved him. She knew in her heart that Trynt was her destined mate. If Trynt took up his clan’s quest, she might never see him again. “I don’t care about the tryouts.”

Trynt grabbed her by the horns and drew her whiskered muzzle close to his handsome face. “I care, and you’d better do me proud. Commander Aurumon needs warriors, and you have much required skills. Don’t you dare say you don’t care!”

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Cuffed ~ A New BDSM Novella from Megan Slayer

Cuffed by Megan Slayer  MS_Cuffed_large

Black Velvet Society, Book 2

Changeling Press

Contemporary, BDSM, Toys, Spanking, Bondage, Anal Sex

Novella

 

Guarding her is the easy part. Not falling in love with her… impossible.

Molly Reynolds has the world at her fingertips. Her father is one of the biggest motion picture directors in Hollywood. She’s seen at the biggest parties and has shown up in the hottest magazines across the globe. But being famous doesn’t guarantee she’ll find love or the perfect partner to submit to.

Enter Black Velvet Society.

She’ll get what she wants… in every sexy way imaginable.

 

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EXCERPT:

 

 

Cuffed (Black Velvet Society)
Megan Slayer
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Copyright ©2014 Megan Slayer

 

“What Daddy doesn’t know won’t hurt him.” Molly Reynolds logged into her account at BlackVelvetSociety.com and scanned the open playrooms. She’d been a frequent visitor to the site for almost a year. Since her father was the biggest director in Hollywood, she couldn’t do much in public without grabbing attention. It also limited who she could see and be seen doing. One whiff of her participating in anything having to do with the BDSM scene, and her father would have a fit. The media would have a field day with the news.

What would people say if they found out she had a fantasy involving being arrested by a very hunky cop and being strip-searched? She pressed her knees together. Her skin sizzled and her pussy creamed. He’d have to use the handcuffs on her and spank her for being insubordinate. Maybe use a few toys to get her to confess to her crime and isolation to make sure she learned her lesson. She knew just what man she wanted as her cop.

She’d never spoken to him in person, but their chats steamed up her computer. He understood her needs and wants. When she masturbated, he was the mental picture she used — dark hair cut close to his head, aviator sunglasses, and a chiseled jaw with just the right amount of scruff to abrade her inner thighs. Then there was the smug expression. His arms were covered with tattoos. Three thin hoops dangled from one earlobe. She couldn’t see the other ear in any of his pictures.

She fanned herself. He could sneer at her any day. Night after night, she turned to him for satisfaction. Hell, if it was possible to fall in love with a person in a chat room… she’d started to fall head over heels for him. She tried to ignore the niggling feeling he couldn’t feel the same way about her. Maybe this time would be different.

The name on his particular playroom, Dark Hall, wasn’t lit up. She drummed her fingers on the desktop. The more they chatted, the more she’d come to want to meet him in real life. She depended on him.

“Where are you when I need you?” She almost said “for a good fuck” but she wanted more from him than just sex. Sure, she wanted sex. Oral, anal… in her pussy — she didn’t care.

Just as she was about to log out, his playroom sign illuminated. “Yes,” she said to herself. She clicked on the door to the room and entered. FloggerDom30 was the only name there.

BabyDoll2310: May I enter your room, Sir?

She curled up tight in her chair. One of his rules when they played was obedience. The other was manners. She wanted to please him.

FloggerDom30: Yes, you may.

BabyDoll2310: Thank you, Sir. I’m wearing my bra and panties, Sir. Nothing else. I haven’t played with myself in two days.

FloggerDom30: Very good, little one. You please me. Do you wish to play?

BabyDoll2310: I do, Sir. Thank you, Sir.

FloggerDom30: Remove your bra and pinch your nipples. Pretend your hands are mine on your body. Tell me how you feel.

She shivered. This was what she lived for, his virtual hands and his direction telling her what to do. She popped the front clasp on her bra and shrugged out of the flimsy garment. Part of her wished he’d ask for a video chat. She wanted to perform for him. The cool air in her bedroom wrapped around her body, providing a nice contrast to the warmth in her veins. She pinched her nipples, rolling the tight bundles of nerves in her fingertips. A gasp escaped her lips. She closed her eyes and imagined her Flogger Dom caressing her.

The ping of the chat interrupted her quick fantasy. She snapped her eyes open and read what he’d written.

FloggerDom30: Does touching yourself feel good?

BabyDoll2310: It does, Sir. Thank you, Sir. I’d rather you really touched me.

She’d been bold to say exactly what she wanted. Most of the Doms she’d been in contact with either wanted the full attention of their sub or wanted to stay hands off. She never understood the hands-off part, except maybe they wanted the fantasy of the chat without the emotional reality. Part of her liked the dirty chats. The rest of her wanted him to be there touching her, ordering her…

* * * * * *

When she’s not writing the stories in her head, Megan Slayer can be found luxuriating in her hot tub with her two vampire Cabana boys, Luke and Jeremy. She has the tendency to run a tad too far with her muse, so she has to hide in the head of her alter ego, but the boys don’t seem to mind.

When she’s not obsessing over her whip collection, she can be found picking up her kidlet from school. She enjoys writing in all genres, but writing about men in love suits her fancy best. The cabana boys are willing to serve, unless she needs them. She always need them. So be nice to Javier or he will bite–on command.

She also masquerades under the name Wendi Zwaduk and is published through Ellora’s Cave, Changeling Press, Decadent Publishing , Liquid Silver Books, MLR Press, Resplendence Publishing, and Total-E-Bound Publishing.

Megan’s site: http://wendizwaduk.com/indexMegan.htm

Megan’s blog: http://theauthormeganslayer.blogspot.com

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Capture Me ~ A New Erotica Short Story from Megan Slayer

Capture Me by Megan Slayer MS_CaptureMe_XL

BIN: 06803-02190

Word Count: 5K

Page Count: 19

Genres: Erotic Short Story, Guilty Pleasures (Contemporary), BDSM,

Themes: Voyeurism & Exhibitionism

Razor’s Edge Press

A Changeling Press LLC Imprint

 

This fetish model wants to be captured, if the right man comes along.

Dolly makes her living posing for pinup shots. She’s got the look — the tats, the piercings — and can rock a pompadour like a champ. But she’s not a size two. Some guys love a wicked hot challenge.

Available here: http://changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=2190
EXCERPT:

“Rock what your momma gave you and take no prisoners,” she murmured, giving herself her usual pep talk. The tattoo of a red bow peeked out from the upper swell of the corset. She picked up a length of wide black ribbon from the costume table and wrapped the ribbon around her neck. The BDSM look added to her overall rugged but sexy exterior.

She teetered out of the makeup room and into the main warehouse. The client had asked for glamour shots with his–or her, Dolly wasn’t sure who the client was –truck. Probably for a magazine. She shrugged and marched toward the late 50s-era vehicle. Just another dick in her pussy… but a job and a paycheck, too.

Instead of the photographer she expected, the man she’d planned to berate, another man turned around. The breath wrenched from her chest. Not Vito… not by a long shot. Damn it. The degree of difficulty on the challenge skyrocketed.

“Who are you?” she snapped. Treat the photographers with too much respect, and they’d walk all over you. Be blunt and they knew where they stood. She rested her hands on her hips. “So?” She dusted her gaze over him. Sculpted muscle was visible through the fabric of the tight T-shirt. The jeans encased his legs like a second skin and offered a tantalizing view of the outline of his cock. His hair swooped over his tanned forehead. She looked into his eyes and immediately regretted it. Blue eyes, the color of icy water, framed by thick black lashes, just like she preferred. Oh hell, she was in trouble.

“You must be Dolly.” He grinned. The damned sexy man had the nerve to grin. “I’m Maximilian, but my friends call me Max. I’d prefer you call me Max, since we’re working together.” He stuck out his hand. “Vito, my older brother, told me about you. In his words, you’re a harpy. You don’t strike me as such.”

“He’s an ass.” She smiled, pouring on the sugar, then strode to the truck. “How exactly do you want me?” She remembered where she’d seen him. He’d done the lighting and cameras for a couple of her other films, but he’d never tried to talk to her. Good thing he’d changed his mind.

Max picked up a thick steel collar. “The client wants you to wear this, but I’d like to grab a couple of shots without it. The dark ribbon is a good contrast against your pale skin.” He nodded to the lighting tech. “Corky, make sure we get Dolly’s best angle.”

“Oh honey, every angle is my best.” So she was laying it on a bit thick. Like she’d ever see Max again. If he was like the other men she worked with, this was a one-and-done situation.

Max leaned in close. “I know,” he whispered.

@Copyright 2014 Megan Slayer

* * * * * *

When she’s not writing the stories in her head, Megan Slayer can be found luxuriating in her hot tub with her two vampire Cabana boys, Luke and Jeremy. She has the tendency to run a tad too far with her muse, so she has to hide in the head of her alter ego, but the boys don’t seem to mind.

When she’s not obsessing over her whip collection, she can be found picking up her kidlet from school. She enjoys writing in all genres, but writing about men in love suits her fancy best. The cabana boys are willing to serve, unless she needs them. She always need them. So be nice to Javier or he will bite–on command.

She also masquerades under the name Wendi Zwaduk and is published through Ellora’s Cave, Changeling Press, Decadent Publishing , Liquid Silver Books, MLR Press, Resplendence Publishing, and Total-E-Bound Publishing.

Megan’s site: http://wendizwaduk.com/indexMegan.htm

Megan’s blog: http://theauthormeganslayer.blogspot.com

Megan on Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/author/meganslayer

Megan on Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5330530.Megan_Slayer

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Bedtime Stories by the talented authors of Changeling Press (R)

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A  collection of hot bedtime stories, including Pixie’s Playmate by Anne Kane (that’s me!)

BLURB:

When Bedtime Stories Press’ review coordinator, Pixie, calls reviewer B.J. Smith into the office to discuss a bad review, she finds out “she” is two males. Very drool-worthy males.

They are adamant that the book they reviewed was too vanilla for Bedtime Stories Press. When the discussion on what they felt should have been included in the book turns into a kinky demonstration of assorted toys, what’s a pixie to do?

EXCERPT:

Pixie stood and sighed. Willafer could be such an Elf at times. Grabbing her tablet and stylus, she headed down to confront the unfortunate Ms. Smith. She paused at the doorway to plaster a pleasant smile on her face. It would be best to get past preliminary introductions before she ripped the hapless reviewer’s self-respect to shreds.

Satisfied that she looked like a harmless pixie, she sashayed through the doorway. “Good morning, Ms. Smith…” Her voice trailed off and she stared in confusion. Two of the most mouthwatering men she’d seen in decades stood as she entered the room.

One dark. One blond. Tall. Muscular. Rugged. Those tight muscle shirts really didn’t hide a lot, did they? And those faded jeans? Practically molded to the wide thighs and narrow waists. Pixie swallowed hard, all her righteous indignation evaporating in a rolling wave of lust.

“I’m sorry. You must be the new cover models Troll was expecting. I’ll just go check with Willafer and see which room my party is in.” With a sigh of regret, she turned to go.

The blond put a hand on her shoulder to stop her, his mouth twisted in a wry grin. “We’re not cover models. We work for the construction crew down the road when we aren’t busy reviewing books. We’re B. J. Smith.” He nodded at the dark-haired man. “That’s Bill and I’m Jake. B.J.”

Pixie tilted her head and tore her gaze away from the wide shoulders and six-pack abs. Damn, someone should put more clothes on these guys. Or maybe not. “You two men are the reviewer B.J. Smith? The one who thinks Conquistadors in Space is too vanilla?”

Jake grinned, a sexy stretch of lips over gleaming white teeth, and she felt flames of pure lust licking their way down her spine. Even that slightly embarrassed shrug of his shoulders looked sexy. “Bedtime Press Stories sets high standards for kink. While it was well written and a nice story, we felt the work should have been spicier.”

The darker of the two chimed in. “Much spicier. I could have read that to my mother without blushing.”

Pixie looked over at Bill and blinked, attempting to focus on something higher than the intriguing bulge in those tight jeans. She struggled to remember the plot of the book in question. “As I recall, there were two shape-shifters having rather gymnastically inclined sex in a zero-G chamber. At least four different sexual positions were involved. You wanted more?”

Buy it here:

http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=2205

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