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Impatient, Kenina knocked a second time and just then, a scantily clad Asian woman pulled the door open.
“Can I help you?”
Damn, her voice is almost as deep as Vance’s.
Kenina opened her wallet and flashed her badge. “Detective Kenina Porter, homicide, and my partner, Detective Vance Morain. We’re here to speak to Dan Carter.
“Yeah, come on in, detectives. He’s been expecting you. I’m Darla.” She looked past Kenina at Vance. “I seen you here before, sexy man. Care for a little special attention before getting back to work?”
Kenina rolled her eyes and kept walking.
He better not even so much as look in this wenches direction or I will squeezed his balls until he yelps like a fucking puppy dog.
“Um, yeah, I been here Miss Darla, but I can’t stick around right now. We’re investigating Lana Miles’ murder, so this ain’t no social call.”
Darla shrugged and tapped her heel. “Pity. Yeah, I knew Lana well. Truthfully, we didn’t get along all that well, but I respected the girl.”
Kenina’s ears perked up at hearing that. “So you didn’t like her? Were you a little jealous, perhaps?”
Darla laughed and locked the door behind them. “Nope, and before you even accuse, honey, I didn’t have anything to do with her death. I was here with a young man who can vouch for my whereabouts. I was, ahem.” She licked her plump red lips. “Very preoccupied, if you know what I mean.”
Kenina frowned, wrinkling her lips. She made notes in her book.
Check Darla’s record for any red flags just in case.
“Yeah, well, it’s my job to look into any possible leads, especially when someone makes a statement like you did, anyway. I mean, how much of an idiot are you? You’re talking to a homicide detective investigating your co-worker’s murder, and you say shit like that?” Kenina clicked her teeth. “What the fuck? Really?”
“Hey look, Detective Bitch, I ain’t got nothing to hide, and if you think you can take me, bring that−” She put up her hands, ready for a fight.
Kenina didn’t budge, ready to take the woman on.
The nerve of this whore to call me out by name.
Vance stepped in between the two of them and held Kenina’s shoulders. “Hey, hey, come on. We need to speak to Dan, sweetheart. Can you go get him, please? You ain’t on trial right now, but I gotta agree with my partner about you making that statement. Now, tell Mr. Carter we’re ready for him to talk.”
Kenina shrugged Vance off of her and pursed her lips.
Yeah, you do that before I beat you down without batting an eyelash.
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.
“Stand. I want you to sit on the couch with me.” Zane offered his hand.
Albeit tentatively, Ford cooperated. He rose and followed the Master to the oversized leather sofa. For the first time since he’d entered Zane’s private space, he glanced around. Instead of the stark look of T’s room, this one was decorated in rich burgundys and navys. A couple floor lamps provided light. The standard bondage bed and a mattress on a platform completed the otherwise lush look.
“We need to talk. Please sit.” Zane’s words forced Ford to look at him. “Were you happy with T?”
Ford eased down beside Zane, not touching the larger man. Should he answer honestly? Might as well. “I enjoyed our time together.”
But I’d rather he’d have been you. Oh shit. He couldn’t admit that.
Ford allowed himself to ogle Zane. Full muscle in every part of his body, his arms were both sleeved in tattoos and a thick leather X crisscrossed his sculpted chest. A barbell decorated his right nipple. His leather pants molded around his strong legs.
For the first time since Ford had come to Desire, he looked Zane in the face. Scruff darkened his thin cheeks and dark lashes ringed his eyes. His black hair stood in spikes and twin earrings dangled from his left ear. He didn’t have telltale smile lines around his mouth. Didn’t the man grin at anything? Ford doubted Zane could be sad with all of the sexy men and women at his disposal.
Zane’s brown eyes narrowed, and the crinkles formed at his brow. “Somehow, I don’t believe you enjoyed being with T.” He trailed his fingers down Ford’s cheek. “He claims you get off on name calling and degradation. I don’t buy that. I can see you getting off on the power shift, but not the other. You seem too timid—in a good way—for that harsh of treatment.”
Ford pressed his lips together to keep from gawking. In less than a minute, Zane had read him well. “You’re correct, Sir.”
“I want to start there. I’ve watched you in action. I know what you like and don’t like, but I want to hear you tell me your boundaries.”
“No needles or blood. I’m squeamish. Don’t choke me or abuse me. I can take pain, and I’ll use my safe word when I get to my limits.” Ford held his head high. “I enjoy the paddle, being restrained and sucking cock.”
“Very good.” Zane curled his fingers beneath Ford’s chin. “What’s your safe word?”
“Nice.” Zane nodded. “Since T has seen fit to toss you back into the submissive pool, I’m stepping in. You’re mine. Do you wish to play?”
All of Ford’s desires and fantasies were coming true. Sure, he hadn’t wanted to part with T, but if he could spend time with Zane, then perfect. Ford wished he’d worn appropriate clothing for a scene, but who cared. He didn’t. Time to channel his sorrow into something sexy.
Ford placed the still full beer bottle on the floor, folded his hands and bowed his head. “Yes, Sir. I’d like to play.”
@Copyright 2014 Megan Slayer
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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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Here’s the blurb and first excerpt from I Love it Rough. And don’t forget to enter the contest for the prize pack. Click here for details.
Livin’ in N’awlins ain’t all that easy…
Kajika Fortier loves his job, the attention he gets from onlookers, and Frankie Choteau. However, his new partner’s jealousy, mood swings, and over protectiveness drives Kajika to the brink but at the same time, excites him to no end.
To complicate things further, a murderer is on the loose looking for blood. All three of the killer’s victims are strippers which not only makes Frankie nervous about Kajika’s safety but leaves him questioning his love for being a homicide detective. Coupled with the stresses of cold cases as well as some fellow officers shunning him for coming out, Frankie is having second thoughts about staying in New Orleans. Despite the encouragement from Vance, Kenina, and Orrin as well as new chief Quinn Murray, Frankie is wondering if his life’s passion really is to catch the killers.
Will the new couple survive these new issues that impede their nearly perfect union? Or will the relationship fail, thus leaving Kajika alone and a target for New Orleans latest serial killer? Detective Choteau and Kajika’s commitment to one another is being tested in more ways than one and they only have one another to lean on.
“Kaj? Kaj?” Naomi shook Kajika twice and yelled in his ear. “Babe, we almost there, honey. Told you this would be a fast trip.” His friend grinned at him and tossed her black locks across her shoulders. “We in Mississippi now, Kaj. You say it might be home to your ancestors?”
Kajika nodded and looked back at the window at the green trees and grass down below that surrounded the hill of tracks they were traveling over. He still would’ve liked to fly, but Naomi reminded him how much she hated planes.
“There ya go. Only four hours and we here, babe.” She flashed him a smile and squeezed his hand. “Thanks for inviting me on this little trip with ya, honey, but I still think you and your man need to talk.”
Kajika’s slight smile turned upside down at the mention of Frankie’s name. “We have talked, and we fought, and…” He yanked his ponytail, exhaled, and leaned back against the headrest. He couldn’t wait to get to the hotel and sleep for a few hours. More like a day but he knew Naomi wanted to do some sightseeing. He did too but only after he’d gotten some rest. “The man won’t listen to reason right now, Naomi. I told him I needed him to be on that case to find Lana’s killer.”
“Mon chere, you knew Frankie was stubborn when you decided to get with him, but so are you. You’re two strong minded individuals and when you argue, you need to come to a compromise. ‘Sides, I thought you wanted him home more often anyway. If he’s leaving cop work to become a private investigator, then that’s good, right?”
Kajika shook his head. “At first I thought it would be good to have him at home at normal hours but after having him constantly there for a few days, I changed my mind.” Kajika grimaced when he tried crossing his legs behind the seat. The person in front of him didn’t give two shits about personal space. “Seems like he’s become needy being around me more often. At least with work he was distracted. I−” Kajika nibbled on his lip. “I wanted him close, yeah, but not so much that he felt like second skin. Ever since Lana got killed he’s been on me about what time I’m coming home, yada yada. And, he wants me to quit dancing. That’s the part I can’t deal with, Naomi. Dancing is my passion. I do it because it keeps me alive.”
“I know, Kaj, but I think your man has every right to be concerned.” Naomi pulled her compact from her bag, checking her makeup. “I wish I had somebody to be worried about my ass coming home from work. You don’t realize how good you have it, baby boy. A loving man who only wants the best for you. The only thing I don’t like is him roughing you up like he did Kaj, and mentioning ol’ Bob and how he used to handle you. Frankie’s too sweet to be channeling that old bastard, ya know?”
“Bob could be sweet too when he wanted to be. And besides, I enjoyed the rough sex, babe. I like that Frankie showed a little anger while we fucked.”
“Then why the hell you on this train with me?” Naomi flashed him a blank look and drew up her lips.
“Cause he’s gotta realize I’m not his damn puppet, that’s why. I’m not gonna quit dancing just because he wants me to. Bob might’ve been an ass at times, and hell, I liked him being more of a father figure to me too, but he was a lot older. Frankie and I aren’t that much different in age. Our relationship should be more about discussions and compromises, not him telling me what the hell to do.
After a long kiss goodbye with Kajika, Frankie asked the cabbie to take him to the station. Missing him, Frankie took a whiff of his jacket and exhaled, smelling Kajika’s exotic cologne. “Damn Kajika, you can make a man crazy, can’t you?” He surely could, especially since he’d been only moments away from changing Frankie’s mind about sleeping together.
Saved by the bell.
Despite being overly aroused and ready to bed Kajika, Frankie was somewhat thankful the station called him in to work on another case. Anything to get his mind off that man’s body for the time being so they could proceed with getting to know one another better.
Within moments, Frankie was at the door of the NOPD, not really ready to work. He paid the driver and jogged up the stairs, just in time to bump into Sampson.
“Hey, man! I heard you and Kenina broke it off. Is it okay if I try to take your place?” Sampson asked. Frankie couldn’t believe this man’s nerve.
“Be my guest, Sampson. Watch her turn your ass down flat, too. She don’t date desperate, pitiful men,” he snarled and pushed past the man without saying another word. That’ll teach Sampson for being such an utter bastard and Frankie really did hope Kenina would tell him no thanks.
After dropping by the station cafeteria to grab the sludge they called coffee, Frankie headed downstairs to the crime scenes unit to get the scoop on the case. When he arrived, he noticed Kenina sitting at his desk.
“Well, um, hello.” Frankie sat his cup down. “I thought you took the day off, like me?”
“I did, but I had other things I wanted to check on. I thought you might be interested in these facts about your boy.”
Frankie shook his head. “No time, babe. I heard Morain is sick and they need me to follow up some leads with his partner.” He started to walk in the other direction and Kenina caught his arm. “What?”
She glanced away from him. “I had Morain’s partner Daughtery call you because I knew you wouldn’t do it unless someone else did.”
“What?” Frankie’s face scrunched up and his eyes narrowed. “Damnit, Kenina. I was out on a date with Kajika. The last place I wanted to be was here especially when…”
“When what? Don’t tell me you were about to sleep with him.”
Frankie tapped his foot and gritted his teeth. “Yeah, well, I wanted to hold off but he was throwing himself at me…” After a couple of moments he nodded in Kenina’s direction. “Thanks for saving me from myself, girl.”
“So you’re not mad?”
“Oh yeah, I am, because I could’ve had a drink or two more and then went home but… he was trying his best to get me in bed and I’m just not ready for that.”
“Why? You got doubts about him?” Kenina leaned back in the chair and propped her size ten heels on the desk.
“No, I told you I wanna get to know him better before we jump in the sack.”
“You do have doubts. I can see it all over your face!”
“No, I don’t dammit. I—” Frankie looked down at his feet. “I don’t, even though you want me to, Kenina.”
“Mhmmm, ya don’t trust him yet?”
Frankie sat on the edge of the desk and folded his arms. “I’m just afraid of getting hurt. Someone that beautiful might get bored way too quickly and pick up to leave an old fart like me.”
“Or kill another older fart.” She cocked an eyebrow.
Frankie let out a deep sigh and frowned at Kenina. “The case is closed, Kenina. Bob Kales committed suicide. They found nothing on Kajika to suggest he had anything to do with that man’s death.”
“I know, Frankie but this kid had a record back in Oklahoma. Theft, drug possession, assault. He was no choir boy.”
“Who is,” he shot back, knowing Kenina was just throwing up roadblocks.
Yeah, it worried Frankie that Kajika wasn’t sparkly clean and had a rap sheet but it didn’t deter the feelings.
It only made him more aware of the man he desired to get to know.
I’ll definitely keep an eye out!
Well it’s finally here.
My book, I Love it Rough released on Monday, 2/17 and today is the start of my blogtour.
It starts with a visit to fellow author Remmy Duchene and I’m giving away prizes.
To celebrate, I’m here today with a couple of excerpts from both books and a giveaway to win an ebook copy of I Love it Rough.
I’;ll be back in a bit for an excerpt on book one, I Like Em Pretty.
As promised, here’s a naught excerpt of Brush and Whip!
The Kennel Klub takes pride in matching dominant shifters with the perfect mates.
Theo is looking for just that—someone to pleasure, to love, to take care of. Having dealt with tremendous personal losses, Theo uses his human form as a shield. No one can hurt him if he’s human.
Drew hasn’t shifted in more than a year. After spending his life serving a cruel alpha, he was cast aside. Drew has found that it’s easier to protect himself if he’s a wolf. A sub at heart, Drew is apprehensive at the concept of losing control. But as Theo arouses deep needs in Drew, he’ll learn that ceding his will is just the beginning of this erotic battle.
Available on February 19 at Ellora’s Cave!
“Is the plug warm, pup?”
Drew brought the dildo to his cheek, nuzzled it. “I think so.”
Moaning, he grabbed for the lube, needing to reach for it several times before he found it.
“It’s been a long time.”
Theo knew. That was why they were going to stretch that sweet hole. “We’re starting small, pup. Building you up to my cock.” He kissed the corner of Drew’s eye. “You’ll wear a plug until we get there.” Then his pup would be filled unless he was shifted. Theo wanted that focus. “Hold onto the sink and bend over, pup, legs spread a little.”
He waited for Drew to move, then helped, one hand on the muscled back. He could feel the slight tremble in Drew’s muscles, knew how hard it was for his pup to submit, to trust. He stroked gently, petting his pup, moving down to the sweet ass, the beautiful ass, two lovely round globes of firm flesh. He let his finger slid between, teasing, pushing. The heat there was amazing.
He ran his finger up and down along that crack, and Drew tensed, ass cheeks tightening, then relaxing. “I’m going to touch your hole now, pup.” The words seemed to relax Drew, affirming that he was doing the right thing. He slid his finger across the wrinkled hole. Soft, tight, tiny. His. Moaning, he stroked it again, and again. He watched as the muscles under Drew’s skin rolled and jerked, his pup trying to find his place.
“I’m going to open you up with one of my fingers, pup.” He would take his time, but this was happening unless Drew safeworded. He was pretty sure Drew didn’t want to safeword. As nervous as his pup was, Drew wanted this. Maybe craved it. Certainly needed it. Drew moaned, spread for him, ass pushing back toward his touch. Oh, yes.
He touched twice more, then put some lube on his finger and directly on that little hole. Massaging it around the wrinkled flesh for a moment, he then slipped the tip of his finger right into Drew’s body. He watched for panic, but he got a moan, a wiggle and Drew pressed back. Humming in appreciation, he pushed his finger all the way in.
The silky soft flesh held him, squeezed his finger, and he nodded, licking his lips as he imagined his cock, buried deep. He fucked Drew gently, finger going in over and over. Drew dropped his head onto his folded arms, hair wild. Theo wanted to grab the man’s ass and plunge in. He wasn’t going to, though. He had to earn Drew’s trust first. Instead, he pulled his finger out and slicked up the slender plug, as Drew moaned, hips moving restlessly.
Drew’s need was delicious, and he bent to give one ass cheek a lick. “Easy, pup. We’ll get you filled in a moment.”
As promised, here’s an adult excerpt from Controlling Parker. This scene stars Matt and Adam
Adam chose the candles carefully, then washed his hands before coming to Matt, working the worn button-down open.
Matt took a long, deep breath. “Love your touch.”
Adam’s answer was a blissful smile.
Long, clever fingers lingering on his skin, Adam undressed him. It was slow and easy, sensual. Intoxicating. His sub was perfectly aware of it, too, taking his time, teasing him. These new guests would be good for his lover, jostle them out of the easy quiet they’d found.
“They have a specific need. One that I’m sure we can help them with.”
“Oh?” Adam moved to start the shower, and turn on the warmer beneath a tiny bowl of oil to heat it up and wrap them in scent.
“Mmmhmm… They want the sub — Parker — to come without a touch to his cock.”
“That’s not too challenging, is it? More a long tease, then timing. Possibly some hard core prostate massage.” Adam stripped down quickly, clever mind working. “A system of prostate milking and cock sheaths could do it, too. Prostate milking would assure he couldn’t come for a while. Is he a chronic masturbator?”
God, this was the best job ever.
“Well, yes, but I think the physical reminder and the fact that there could be no unauthorized touching during sleep, cleaning, urinating could be incredibly powerful. His master being the only one to touch his cock for a week, and those touches nonsexual — that will be intense.”
“You’re playing a wicked game, Master.” Adam’s prick jerked, jumped, started to fill against him.
Adam was going to be crazed by the end, and they’d have some lessons in between.
“It’s going to be a wonderful week.” He let go of Adam’s cock in favor of cupping the sweet balls.
Adam’s lips opened, and his beautiful sub pressed into the touch.
“You love the fact that I’m going to make you do this,” he noted.
“I love the attention, the excitement. You.”
“You have me. Always.” Matt tugged gently on those sweet balls.
“Yes, Master.” Adam rocked again, cheeks flushing.
Look for Controlling Parker at Torquere Press on Wednesday February 19!
I love getting new cover art! It’s like getting Christmas gifts when its not Xmas. This is my new cover for Mon Frere: Facing Our Fears by Michael Mandrake done by the lovely Sara York who has done all covers for this series.
If you haven’t been following my vampire twins, you can download all the books here for free at All Romance.
Next Wednesday (yes my Wednesday next week is super busy!) the second Briar Rose book is coming out!
The first one was Hoarse Play:
Their first guests are Jackson and Burger, a well-known singer and his manager. The couple are not exactly what Adam and Matt expect, but they do what they can to help the other men learn to communicate and find trust.
Singer Jackson has just had an operation on his vocal chords and has been ordered not to speak for at least two weeks, something he’s having a hard time doing. Burger brings Jackson to the Briar Rose in the hopes of not only keeping the singer resting and quiet, but in rekindling their on-again-off-again love affair and making it on-again, permanently. Can they find what they need at The Briar Rose?
Matt and Adam first appeared in Sold, a Hammer novel, and are the foundation for the new Briar Rose series by Sean Michael.
Hoarse Play is available here.
The new one — Controlling Parker sees Gaston and Parker come to The Briar Rose because, while they’ve been together for six years or so and are good together, they have one little thing they want to do that they haven’t been able to achieve. They’re hoping coming to the Briar Rose will fix things for them. Or at least Gaston is, Parker is just feeling like he’s let his Dom down.
Excerpt of Controlling Parker (safe for work, I’ll do a naughty one this evening)
Gaston grabbed their suitcases from the trunk.
“Yes. The Briar Rose.” Gaston kissed his nose.
A willowy blond came out, the man looking like a short haired surfer. He was cute. “Welcome to the Briar Rose. Please, come in.” God, adorable.
The man who came to stand in the doorway behind the blond was all Dom, though. “Do you need help with your bags?”
“It was beautiful. The trees were turning.” Gaston jabbered and Parker hung back, using the suitcases as an excuse. Gaston had something up his sleeve and Parker had used up all the rest of his vacation time to discover what it was. The pharmacy wasn’t going to close without him — he was one of four pharmacists there — but still.
Issue? They had an issue? What issue?