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Complicated Series, Book 2
Contemporary, New Adult, LGBT, M/M, Anal Sex
Navigating college is hard, but not as hard as learning to love and trust.
Kade Evans knew what he wanted to do with his life—write scripts for Hollywood. He’s poured his heart into his work and learning the tricks of the trade, but being only twenty-one he knows he needs experience. How’s a guy supposed to get experience when he’s shy and quiet? The answer might be closer and more forceful than he thinks.
Tony Victor’s goal in life is to make movies. He won’t quit until he’s working on the next blockbuster. First, he’s got to get through college and get the handsome guy from script writing class to notice him. Tony’s never had trouble getting attention, but something about Kade calls to him. Tony’s head says go slow, but his heart is ready to take things to the next level. Will these two find common ground or will the simmering passion between them fall apart when their secrets are revealed?
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©Megan Slayer, 2015, All Rights Reserved
Tony bobbed his head to the heavy beat and wandered around his tiny apartment. He needed to say the right thing to Kade. One wrong move and he’d screw everything up even more.
“Hi. We met during class today. I’ve been watching you for the last two months and hoped you’d notice me. You haven’t, so I acted like a jerk in order to grab your attention.” He shook his head. Yeah, that wouldn’t work. “Remember me? I still want to work with you on this project. I’m an ass, but I’ve got my heart in the right place.” No. He’d been thinking with his cock, not his heart.
Tony drummed his fingers on the table, then picked up the telephone. He pressed the numbers for Kade and held his breath. Here goes nothing…
“Hello?” Kade’s voice came across the line. “Who is this?”
“Hi. It’s Tony. I’m in Scriptworks with you.” He balled his fist. “I wanted to talk to you about the project.”
“You do, eh?” Kade sighed. “I’m not interested.”
“Wait. Don’t hang up.” Christ. He hated to be wimpy and beg. “I can do this project without you, but I’d like to talk to you.”
“You stole that book out of my hands.”
“Would you believe I did it in order to get you to talk to me?”
“What? No. I don’t believe you. I’m hanging up now.”
“Don’t.” He closed his eyes. “I’m really trying right now.” And something deep within him ripped in half. “Please?”
Kade said something Tony didn’t understand, then growled. “If I decide to talk this over with you and think about doing this project together, will you give me the book back? I have to get the paper done by next Wednesday.”
“You drive a hard bargain.” Like he’d actually keep the book. He didn’t need a description of Hitchcock’s works. Tony gripped the phone tighter. “Deal. Meet me at Harvard Place in half an hour. I’m in apartment 5-C. I’ll wait in the foyer. Interested?”
Kade didn’t answer for a long time and with each passing moment, Tony’s heart sank. He opened his eyes and began to pace again. If he didn’t get an answer, he’d know the truth. He’d fucked up.
“Okay,” Kade said. “I’ll do this, but only because I want my book.”
“Sweet.” Tony loosened his grip. “See you in half an hour?”
“Yeah.” Kade hung up, leaving Tony in silence.
Tony collapsed on the armchair and exhaled. Kade was coming over. One challenge down. Now he had to convince the hunk to stick around. He swept his gaze over his apartment. Cleaning up would be good. He wanted to make the right impression in order to reach the desired end game—Kade in his bed.
Glow — the band with more than a little paranormal element to its stage presence. Meet the guys in the band…
* Zac “Iceman” Frost controls the stage with the band Glow. Atria controls fire. She’s everything he needs… if he can withstand the burn.
* Being away from Luc is killing Tay. What’s a guy to do when his lover is the very air he breathes?
* Tallulah’s nothing like what Ike wants, but everything he needs…
* Slash Gunderson’s place behind the drums for Glow is a dream come true. But can he accept his need for kink and the man who makes his heart beat?
* Ansen keeps feelings out of the equation — until he meets Willow, who lives in the shadows and keeps the band’s fan site.
* Pixie wants more, including the sexy radio jock she met at a Glow concert. That is, if he’s up for grabs.
* Callum knew the moment he met Sarah she was the woman for him. But life in the band took him away. Now he’s back… to stay?
This Box Set contains the previously published titles Fire Woman, The Air I Breathe, Wrapped Around, Down to Earth, Here Without You, Wild Flower, Christmas Glow, and Sweet and Wild.
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Excerpt from Fire Woman
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A thousand bodies swaying to the hypnotic rhythm, but not a one for me.
Atria pushed through the throng of people. Smoke and sweat clung in the air. She crinkled her nose. Too many writhing limbs and not enough air to breathe. One of the concertgoers, a punk kid with a piercing glittering in his nose, tossed her a sneer. The four-inch spikes of ebony hair on his head reminded her of lethal weapons. “Wannabe,” the teen snapped.
Snorting, she pushed past him. “Bathe.” He might be dangerous in a rebellious teenager sort of way, but he had nothing on her.
“Go home,” he growled and put his palm up. “This line is for passes and hardcore Glow fans.”
Atria flicked her fingers, sending an arc of flame to his hand. His eyes widened, and his skin paled beyond the white makeup. The facade of bad boy melted into scared child as he backed away from her.
“What the hell?” His voice shook. “I didn’t mean for you to kill me.”
She leaned in close enough for him to hear her over the roar of the music. “If I wanted to kill you, you’d be toast by now.”
The punk shook his head and backed away. His body trembled. “You’re a freak — a scary freak. What the fuck?”
Good, she thought and continued to the door. Always nice to be recognized as different. Along the way, two more rowdy kids shoved at her. Both found out the hard way — through a minor hair fire and scorched eyebrows — Atria Moline didn’t play games.
“She burnt me!” The kid with blue streaked hair stormed the guard. “That bitch burned me. I’ll have to shave my damned head.”
“Consider it an improvement,” the bouncer snapped. “Go.” One brow rose as he considered Atria. “How many?”
She sighed. “I only scorched three, Hiram.” Trust her big brother to call her on the carpet. “They didn’t burn. Just a little sizzle and everything will grow back. Maybe.”
“Your sizzle will get your ass arrested.” Hiram sniffed the air and blew out a long breath.”You burned hair and it smells like ass. Don’t do that again. Sister or not, I will hurt you.”
“No you won’t. You love me and you’ll protect me because I’m your sister.” She braced her hands on her hips. “Ha.”
“Whatever, brat. Are you here to see Lucien?” His smile widened. “Or have you finally found the nerve to talk to Zac?”
“Shut up.” The response sounded one hell of a lot better than, I want to jump his bones and ride to Arizona. Damn it. Luc wanted pictures taken after the gig. “I’m here to photograph, not hurl myself at anyone.” Shit. That sounded goofy, especially since she didn’t have her camera in plain sight. The thought crossed her mind — had she remembered it at all?
“Uh-huh.” He twisted the knob and allowed her into the inner sanctum — the backstage area. “Next time, keep the camera around your neck for credibility.”
Although Atria considered giving her brother the middle finger, she refrained and shivered. She’d been backstage at the Steelyards plenty of times. Luc and his band, Glow, played lots of places, plenty of them creepier than the former factory warehouse. Why the hell did the massive room scare her? One name came to mind. Zac.
She plopped down onto a nearby folding chair and closed her eyes. Zacchaeus “Iceman” Frost. Goofy name for a hot man. Hot? Okay, so the guy was handsome in a brooding, six-foot-five manner. She licked her lips as a clear image of Zac came together in her mind.
Muscles just where a woman wanted to lick. Hardly a stitch of hair on him and a just one tattoo on his back — a spider web or medieval design — she wasn’t sure and didn’t care. And those eyes, the pristine blue of the North Atlantic. Heat zipped through her veins.
Was he packing? The bulge in the front of his leathers hinted at more than enough to please. Need tingled in her pussy, and Atria crossed her legs to stave off the sensations.
“I want you, Attie.” His sensual lips curled into a smile. “Now.”
Her breath came in labored puffs as she opened to him. Just to feel his callused hands on her body, tweaking her nipples, drawing out her fire and scorching them through and through.
“What are you doing?”
Fuck, fuck, fuck. Zac’s voice, and not from her fantasy, came through loud and clear. The music stopped, leaving her in the thick throb of the crowd noise just on the other side of the wall…
* * * * *
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.
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Within minutes, Waylon Mooney, NOPD’s newest CSI, stepped in along with Moto, the coroner, to inspect Lana Miles’ bruised body. Not a moment too soon either, since Frankie could no longer stomach the sight of his lover’s friend in that state.
The twosome immediately got to work taking photos, flashing lights over certain body parts, and checking for other clues along with Kenina.
Frankie stepped to the side, searching for anything the suspect could’ve dropped before murdering poor Lana.
“Whew. This case is more to my liking, actually. Vance’s was pretty cut and dry; a drive by that left a kid dead in the street, but this? I love some intrigue when it comes to my crime scenes.” Waylon flashed a wide smile and pushed his black rimmed glasses up on his nose. “I swear I’m up to my damn chin already with cases, and I only been here a couple of weeks. I ain’t complaining though, folks, believe you me.”
Kenina harrumphed. “Well, Vance said you’d be busy, Waylon. This ain’t that small town shit you dealt with in the backwoods near Dallas.” Kenina flicked some pages in her notebook and made notes.
Kenina clicked her heels and turned to face Frankie. “Right, partner? Remind Waylon what he might be up against.
“Hmm?” Frankie wiped his cheeks and sniffed. “I’m sorry, Kenie, I kinda got lost there a moment. What were you saying?”
Waylon stared at Frankie curiously before he dropped his gaze in the direction of his notebook. “Nevermind that. Listen, on the way over, I heard this was the third killing in this part of town in less than a month and a half. Lana was the second transsexual of the three and all by strangulation.”
Frankie nodded, trying to get his head back in the game. Lately he’d been wondering if he was still cut out for police work, getting all emotional about victims and the criminals that terrorized the streets. Didn’t help that his mentor, Chief Ballmore, retired suddenly due to a stroke. He loved the man like a father. “So we might be dealing with a serial killer then?”
“Yeah, Frankie, damn. Isn’t that obvious? Jeez, honey, it might be time for you to take some time off or something. Kajika softening you up?” Kenina playfully slapped his shoulder.
Frankie’s brows furrowed. “Naw, girl! Go on, Waylon.” He lightly shoved her away.
“The poor gal was tied up too tight by this monster. Her wrists got burned from that thick rope the fucker bound her with.” Waylon tilted his head toward the body.
“Looking at the dried ejaculate between her thighs, he might’ve had sex with her after he strangled her.” Moto added and continued to inspect Lana’s throat.
“I mean, damn, I got kinks, but I ain’t ever having sex with no dead bodies!” Waylon laughed and pulled out his camera to take extra shots of Lana.
Kenina made notes in her book.
Frankie rolled his eyes, knowing this Waylon character was a true quack. Most CSI’s were a little on the weird side, but he believed this Waylon person definitely took the cake.
“Obviously this monster applied a lot of pressure. See the pronounced petechiae on her face and chest? The guys back at the station are pulling up the info on the other victims to see if there’s any ties between them that made this killer pick them.” Moto slightly moved the sheets.
“Anybody in the building see anything, Kenina?”
“Sampson says they only spoke to the landlady about noise.”
Frankie kept his back turned to the scene and exhaled. “We should go talk with the landlady to see what else she knows about the victim and if she saw anything. About how long has she been dead?”
Moto clicked the flash and turned to Frankie. “About three and a half hours. Rigor mortis hasn’t set in just yet, and the wounds are pretty fresh. Approximately ten thirty-ish.”
Waylon nodded in agreement. “Hey, Frankie, you okay, man? You seem a little shaken up.”
Frankie shuddered at the thought, thinking of what Kajika said about needing to be on the stage because Lana Miles didn’t show up for her routine.
Unfortunately, now he knew the real reason why.
M/M, BDSM, Anal Sex, Toys, Voyeurism
Sometimes love just ain’t enough…
River Cortland trusted the person he loved. His faith couldn’t protect him from the bitter sting of a cold-hearted Domme. If he’s going to learn to trust again, he’s got to deal with his past. His roommate and best friend, Tory, has seen the physical damage and hasn’t walked away. Can he deal with the emotional scars as well?
Tory McClellan wanted the carefree life…until one night with River changed everything. There’s more to the shy art teacher and Tory wants to know everything-how he tastes, the scent of his skin, the feel of his body as they make love. What terror lies behind River’s brown eyes? Better yet, how can Tory make the sadness go away and be in River’s life, permanently?
Reader Advisory: This story contains flashbacks of a rape, anal sex, light bondage and spanking.
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©Megan Slayer, 2014, All Rights Reserved
“Let’s dry you off.” Tory helped River to his feet. He worked the towel over River’s ravaged body then made sure River got into his bed. No one went through so much abuse by playing or just being drunk. Something had to have happened. Something bad. Had he been beaten because he was gay? Did he come on to the wrong person? Had he been raped? God, what had River got into?
River opened his eyes as best he could. Tears slipped down his temples. “Stay with me?”
Tory nodded. “Let me make sure the door is locked and I’ll be right back.” He then checked the locks, turned off the lights and returned to River’s bedroom. He tugged his T-shirt up over his head and shimmied out of his jeans. River wasn’t just his roommate—he was Tory’s best friend. No way could he leave River alone—he’d just stay on top of the blankets. Tory eased onto the bed beside River and wrapped his arms around him.
“Promise me,” River whispered, “you’ll never go to Darkness.”
“Why?” Tory snuggled up close behind River. “What happened?”
“It was bad.” River shifted against Tory, entwining their fingers. “Real bad.”
“I know someone you can talk to, if you don’t want to tell me. She’s a wonderful person and can help you deal with whatever happened.” Tory gave River’s shoulder a squeeze. “I’m here to help you. Always here for you.”
* * * * *
Greetings readers, so glad you stopped by to listen to me today. My topic is the appeal of twin love or twincest which derives from the word incest. Yeah I know, you think it’s yucky. Sex between family members is totally taboo. I used to think this and actually some of the “cest” still doesn’t do it for me but it’s something about twins, especially twin men that makes it hot as hell.
Why? Two men who look exactly alike in most cases and they’re making love to one another. It’s like having sex with yourself with a mirror nearby. *giggles* Yes that’s how I view it. Not that long ago, I didn’t see myself actually writing it but then, a reader came to me and requested a story. You might know her, Judie S, who is also known as Honey Bunny. At times she does promo for several authors and when I started writing as Michael Mandrake almost 4 years ago, she put a request in the comments on my blog to write a twincest story. I was really flattered that someone was reading my freebie and asking me to write a story, then I said, twincest? OMG, how can I do that? I worried about how I’d do it and what kind of story. Most of all, I was challenging my own moralities sort of speak because I’d always been taught any kind of incest is wrong. But if we totally went by the “book” then every erotica book would be banished right? Seems that way with how retailers are going after erotica authors but that’s another topic for another day.
Going back to my point, it took me awhile to get around to it. Not only because of my own fears but also the books I was working on. Michael was pretty prolific when I first started writing under him. Now, he fades back in the shadows and waits his turn but when me and the muse discussed doing an erotica story, he jumped at the chance. Although he is usually the least “sexual” muse, he loved the idea of tapping into a taboo fantasy of twin brothers in love. And when we finally talked to Judie, Ryland and Ryder Durand were born. Twin vamps who are identical but with different personalities. Ryland is the more conservative, stuffy, and timid character while Ryder is ragged, bold, and fearless. In the story, you can clearly tell by their speech and their dress how different they are. I’m sure this happens in real life too and being immortal is what makes them special.
So what is the appeal? Love between brothers, hot scorching love and sex. The vampire thing makes it easy too and even though they aren’t human, they wrestle with the fact it isn’t accepted but hey, it happens in books and in real life. I wanted to bring that reality to my tale and I hope I succeeded. Ryland and Ryder’s final book will be out sometime in December. And because of
Judie as well as awesome authors like Lee Brazil and Sage Whistler, I was able to do this series with confidence.
So, if you’re into erotica, any kind, don’t dismiss some subgenres quickly just because it seems yucky. I’ve read some other “cests” since then and I enjoyed a few. I learned to expand my mind as a reader and author, and because of that, I created a story I’m very proud of.
What about you? What are some of the taboos in fiction you’ll never touch? Is twincest one of them and if so, tell me why. Thanks for listening.
Mon Frere, My True Love N’awlins Exotica Paranormal #1
Blurb: Twin vamps Ryland and Ryder Durand are only different in personality while the rest is exactly the same. Ryland, the author is calm and conservative while Ryder the club owner is wild and lewd. However, the brothers share the same dark desire and haven’t informed one another. Will that bring them closer together or sever their relationship for all eternity?
‘To Louis One Cemetery I shall return, away from the fray of humans, looking to make a mockery of me, fawning over my body as if I were some kind of celebrity. Damn these people, damn them all to hell! In time, I shall see to it they meet the so called Maker much earlier than they expected.’
Ryland tapped the keys for the last words of his latest story and leaned back in the leather recliner, content with his work. “Brilliant. Just in time to post the latest installment before the weekend,” he sighed to himself and clicked the “x” button to close the window on his laptop screen. Satisfied with his work for the evening, he glanced at the clock in the corner and noticed he’d been writing for the last four hours straight, with no breaks.
Just one of the many benefits of being an immortal.
Ryland smiled to himself and gripped the golden chalice containing blood from his latest kill. He sniffed it first, allowing it to fill his nostrils before putting it to his lips. Type AB, excellent. Though he hated the being he’d become, he couldn’t deny the sweet taste of fresh blood from a human. After taking one sip, the warmth trickled down his throat, sending tiny bits of adrenaline to his nipples, making them pebble underneath his shirt. The slow burn settled in his chest, making him gasp. Immediately after, his groin stirred in his trousers, causing him to squirm uncomfortably in the chair. Ryland closed his eyes and held the chalice tightly, savoring every little bit of his victim’s blood. He sat it down and stared at it, admiring the tiny gems on the container.
Something about a young man’s blood, better than any other.
Ryland hadn’t been happy about his brother’s choice of existence nor the decision he made on Ryland’s behalf, but they were young and Ryder, who’d always been the most immature one, did what he thought was best so they’d survive. Besides, they’d spent the majority of their early childhood without a mother and father and only each other to lean on. Such a horrible fate for two young boys, still growing up and learning the ways of the world. Perhaps it was best to be taken under the wing of a vamp to be taught things from the other side. At least they had one person to guard and watch over them on the early stages of their lives.
When thinking about his parents, a small tear ran from Ryland’s eye down to the base of his cheek. Despite all of what he’d seen, he’d never forget that awful day when their world was torn apart during the Natchez War in the early 1700’s.
* * * *
A log cabin at White Apple, in Mississippi late 1723
“Ryland, don’t cry. We will all be together.” Ryland’s mother Jean held him close to her firm bosom and caressed his head. Take care of your younger brother. You must be strong like your papa!”
Ryland continued to wail and his younger brother stood in silence with his father. After Jean and Jacque Durand kissed them, both parents shoved the young boys into a door underneath the floor of their cabin so they wouldn’t be captured by anyone and taken into slavery.
“Shhh… Ryland, we must be quiet if we’re not to get caught,” Ryder whispered to his older brother by only minutes.
Still upset, Ryland sniffed and wiped his eyes, wanting so badly to be by his parent’s side. Something told him they wouldn’t be together as their mother had promised though he hoped he was wrong about his inclination.
Ryland and Ryder held one another when they heard heavy footsteps over their heads. Ryland shuddered and covered his own mouth and his brother’s.
It must be the French!
“Vous là-bas, femme! Viens ici maintenant! Est-ce que votre mari indien?” (You there, woman! Come here now! Is this Indian your husband?)
Ryland and Ryder closed their eyes tightly. Ryland himself prayed to the gods above, hoping they would save their parents from harm.
In moments, the twins jumped when they heard two gunshots ring out.
“Nooo… tu l’as tué, tu dois me tuer aussi!” (You killed him, you must kill me too!) Their mother’s loud crying and then they heard rumbles and laughter from the Frenchmen mocking her.
They’ve shot my father and now they’re taking my mother! How could you oh great one? Why didn’t you save them as I asked?
Ryland wept in silence as did his brother who held him tighter against his chest.
Now what would come of them with their father dead and their mother in captivity?
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