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Excerpt: (PG) Second Chance at Love / DeRicci / MM Contemp

A late one for the day!! Hope you’ve been enjoying the posts from everyone. :)

ISBN-13:  978-1-62380-441-1
Pages:  106
Cover Artist:  DWS Photography

The hole in Tony Teagan’s heart is slowly shrinking. Since losing the love of his life, he’s buried himself in running West TonDe Press, but now he can remember the good times. Still, that doesn’t mean he’s ready for a new man in his life. Then he meets nighttime delivery guy Brandon, who appears on his doorstep with Thai food. Tony’s interest is piqued despite their ten-year age difference, and Brandon is all for a new relationship. Relinquishing his hold on his deceased lover is the hardest challenge Tony will face, but if his future is combined with Brandon’s, he may have a second chance at love after all.

I love when a cover plays into the story, and this cover definitely plays into the story. A particular scene in the story, a particularly steamy scene in the story.​
​~~ Tams, 5 rating, http://tinyurl.com/c7goxjy
“The perfect setting to “pay it forward“.  ~~​by Barb​, 4 rating,​ http://tinyurl.com/bw3ep4m
​”A beautiful love story of moving on and overcoming obstacles after losing a loved one.”
~~ Josie, 5, Recommended Read

Chapter One

CAPPUCCINO jelly beans.

Tony held the front door open for a split second as the scent assaulted him. His lashes fell and he almost spoke the name on the tip of his tongue in response. A quick inhale and it was gone, the imagined scent replaced by a very real frown. He knew he was imagining it, a long-ago memory. Devyn and those same jelly beans were gone. Two years gone. His heart still ached, though not as badly. Time had softened the loss. The hole in his heart that losing the love of his life had created was slowly, though no less painfully, shrinking.

Closing the door of his Glendale home behind him, he began to work the knot of his tie loose as he crossed the room to the kitchen table. Thick pile carpet silenced his step until he reached the wood plank of the kitchen, the crisp tap of his shoes the only sound in the home they’d once shared.

After removing his jacket to hang squarely on the back of one of the chairs, he opened his briefcase to palm the two files within. Submissions to review for two new books. The authors were waiting for the final decision and he didn’t like taking more time than was needed to approve or decline. He knew these two personally and didn’t want to delay. Submitting was enough of a hurry up and wait.

With the files staring up at him from the table, he went to the cabinets and withdrew a bottle of wine from its place in the rack. He delved for the corkscrew in the drawer, then with it in hand, popped the cork free to let the wine breathe. He pulled down one glass, barely the slightest hitch in his motions now, when out of habit he would have set two on the counter before.

Taking a few minutes to retreat to his bedroom, he changed from his work clothes. Dressed in shorts and a lightweight T-shirt, Tony was more comfortable against the streaming sunlight entering through the panoramic windows in the living room.

Once he had his glass a quarter full of wine, he grabbed the files and sauntered to his leather couch, where he could read and relax with the broad lines of his home to one side and the lush greenery of the hills on the other. The blazing sunlight sparkled off the nearly mirror-flat surface of his swimming pool. A single glance was all he allowed himself, knowing his memories would overwhelm him if he lingered.

He flipped open the first file. “Okay, Frankie. What did you send me this time, you goddess?” Tony mused. His staff vetted public submissions, but he handled a few long-timers personally. Frankie, AKA Frank Rogel, was a long-in-the-tooth stable author of Tony’s from their early days together. Rarely, very rarely, did he not accept one of Frankie’s stories outright. Tony had spotted her talent early on, when he was still a struggling agent himself and had snatched her up like a hot commodity. She’d been writing for him ever since. West TonDe Press wasn’t her only home, and he was fine with that. Overlap was encouraged and helped promote names readers might not otherwise see. It didn’t hurt one bit that everyone who read her work believed she was a male author of the hottest male-male romances out there. He needed to get down to West Hollywood and take his best girl out to lunch sometime soon.

Shadows lengthened as Tony was drawn into the story—a wild-animal activist for big cats and the one man who was his nemesis, face-to-face. One who was desired like chocolate-covered strawberries when they could actually sit down to discuss things other than the land they both wanted.

Tony had learned early on that if he didn’t skip the sex scenes, he’d be taking a shower more than once with her work in his hands. Frankie put the steamy back into sex, as far as he was concerned.

A grumble of his stomach drew him out of the story and he noted the time. Not that the long shadows decorating his living room didn’t fill him in to begin with. “Did it again,” he grumbled. He still forgot to eat without Devyn there to get his ass off the couch and his nose out of whatever he was reading.

Dropping the pages on the table in front of the couch, he lurched to his feet to find the phone and hit speed dial.

“Hi, Angela. It’s Tony Teagan,” he said to the hostess at his favorite Thai house.

“Good evening, Mr. Teagan.” Her voice was whimsical, warm. “The usual tonight?”

“Yes, please. Delivery.”

Tony heard the tap of keys on the other end. “Look for our driver in about thirty-five minutes.”

“Thank you.” He hung up and reclaimed his comfy spot on the couch, tucking in firmly to the pillows behind him. Devyn would have had a fit if he knew how often Tony was now eating out. Devyn had been the chef, not Tony. He could manage the coffeemaker and the microwave. More than that and he was proven to be the inept one in their relationship. Why change something at this late stage had been his oldest argument, the kind that always had Dev laughing at him right before he would be engulfed in loving arms for a heated kiss or more.

Tony placed the pages in his hand on his thighs, rubbing stiff fingers over his eyes. Moments of melancholy were rarer. At least they’d had twelve years together to make memories, good memories.

Devyn had been a prince, the sweetest man when they’d met.

Tony dropped his chin to his chest, concentrating to even his breathing before the heat in his eyes turned to tears. “I miss you so much, Dev.”

Sucking in a shaky breath, he steadied himself and grasped the loose pages on his lap, determined to give Frankie his absolute attention. At least he knew she’d give him a happy ending, something he once thought he’d have for the rest of his life.

BRANDON popped through the rear doors of the restaurant and walked toward Mikahl’s driver stand. The restaurant did a booming business out front, but the delivery was well-known for being prompt and personable, which put them in high demand. “Here are the receipts for Dessel and Hopkins.”

“Thanks.” Mikahl palmed them and slapped them into the register account book. He quickly wrote down notes on a tablet by his elbow and then spoke into the headset on his ear. Brandon didn’t really focus on any of it, just glad to get thirty seconds to be still.

The quiet didn’t last long before he was handed another order. “Brandon! My man! I have a hot one.” One of the cooks slid it across the rear chrome counter toward Mikahl, who quickly bagged it up and printed the order tally.

“Where to?” He lifted the receipt and read the address. Lucas Street? He swept a quick look to Mikahl. “Wait. Doesn’t Rodney usually take this area?”

“He’s already out, and Mr. Teagan is one of our best customers.” Mikahl patted a shoulder. “He’s a good tipper. Don’t let the area intimidate you.” He gave a directed push to go with an impatient don’t waste time wave.

“Okay,” Brandon said, hiding his tiredness before Mikahl picked up on it. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to do the delivery, but the houses up in the hills did intimidate him. He slipped out the back door to the alley where the delivery guys parked their cars: his, Rodney’s, and Paul’s, who were both already out. After packing the Styrofoam boxes into the insulated cube carrier, he settled it on the passenger seat, and once he was in, buckled it down, then did the same for himself.

Looking at the clock display, he noticed he still had two hours of deliveries before he would be off for the night. After that, he had about an hour to squeeze in some studying and then sleep before he went into his other job at the coffee shop.

He knew finishing college was going to be hard. Putting the car into gear, he refused to think about where he could have been if only he’d agreed to do things his parents’ way.

As in denounce being gay.

Brandon could denounce a lot of things: his love of mystery thrillers, his love of cheesecake—but he couldn’t denounce being gay.

It had been three years since he’d last seen his parents. They’d withdrawn financial aid for his degree, which had put him working two jobs instead of just the one at the coffee shop. He liked both, for different reasons. The coffee shop because there were always interesting customers and discussion, everything from politics to the latest fashion trends to who in Hollywood had adopted a dog or a kid.

As for the delivery night job, that just kept him moving. No matter how tired he was, he never noticed until he was done for the day. Usually an hour or so of studying and reading was about all his fatigued brain could manage before he dumped himself headfirst into bed. He would rise the next morning, before dawn, to do it all again.

It was hard, but it wasn’t killing him, and until then, he refused to give up on his dreams. He was slowly making progress toward his degree. He wasn’t going to let it slip through his fingers now, even without his parents’ help. It would have been easier, but this was life—his life—and he had to work with what he was dealt.

An upbeat song started on the radio and he cranked it. One other good thing about the night job: he could sing to his heart’s content as loud as he wanted. He could be his own rock star behind the wheel, and no one knew anything about it.

Lucas Street appeared in front of him and he made the left, gaping just a little at the large homes. They were beautiful marble and stone creations, with pristine lawns, trimmed bushes and shrubs, and large leaf-filled trees. Paradise in the middle of town, or actually on the north side of town, but no one was that picky, least of all Brandon.

Eyeing the ticket quickly, he released it and hunted house numbers. “Lawdy, Miss Mae. I do hope he’s a tipper,” he drawled in a sultry falsetto. He rolled to a stop at the curb and double checked the numbers.

Brandon hopped from the car in front of the right house and grabbed the insulated carrier in sure palms. He skipped up the four steps to the door and hit the doorbell with a thumb. A moment or two was all it took.

“That was quick tonight, Rod—Oh, sorry. I thought you were Rodney.”

The hunk in the doorway short-circuited Brandon’s brain for about three solid seconds. Sleek, satiny black workout shorts and a soft-as-suede T-shirt that fit his chest like a dream. And that was just what was directly in front of his eyes. He wanted to take all the time in the world to investigate and stare, but the man’s voice dispelled his visual groping.

“How much is it?”

“Huh?” Brandon blinked and shook himself, feeling his face heat like a bonfire on the beach. With his fair skin, he knew it was impossible to pretend it didn’t happen. “Sorry.” He hunted for the ticket, using it as an excuse to get his tongue into the right gear. “Fourteen eighty-three.”

“Sounds right. Are you new?”

Brandon slipped the boxes from the insulator. “No, Rodney was already out,” he replied lamely, hiding his jealousy that this guy was one of Rodney’s regulars. No one in Brandon’s area, as of yet, had turned out looking like this god.

“Oh. Well, here.” He handed over two bills. “Keep the extra.”

“But….” Brandon stared at the two twenties. Forty bucks? Seriously?

A dark-brown eyebrow hiked up over sparkling eyes. “Unless you don’t want it,” he teased.

“Oh! Um. It’s… just… unexpected.”

The man in front of him dipped his head and Brandon realized he was hunting for the name tag on his shirt. “It’s okay, Brandon. I believe in paying it forward. I didn’t always have those two twenties to rub together, much less splurge on Thai food. I remember,” he offered with a smile. “Thanks for bringing it tonight. Maybe I’ll get to see you again.”

He took a step backward and Brandon realized he was going to close the door. Brandon didn’t know how to stop him, so with a final glimpse of the man’s facial features to store and fantasize on later, he spun and trotted to his waiting car.

“God, Rodney. No wonder you love this street,” he muttered when he was sitting behind his steering wheel again.


Brandon smoothed his hair and his clothes with barely steady flicks of his fingers, hoping he looked put together and not thrown together, which was closer to the truth. Then he walked through the front door of West TonDe Press, trying to show he was confident even though he really had no idea what the modeling suggestion would involve. The pulse of AC-driven air was quick to chill his skin as his nerves snapped.

He spotted a woman at a desk and, as a guess, walked to her.

Her head popped up from the computer she was typing on. She smiled warmly before saying, “Hi. Can I help you?”

“I’m looking for Mr. Teagan.” Brandon fisted his hand to hide the tremors.

Before she could answer, Ralph came swirling into the lobby. “Clara! Get Diane on the phone. Georgia is late! Oh. Hi there. Brandon, right?” He thrust out a hand and Brandon shook almost mechanically, absolutely speechless at the whirlwind before him. “Glad to see you could drop in for a few minutes. Clara, let me know if Diane knows where her girl is, would you?” He swept an arm over Brandon’s shoulders. “Come with me. I have all kinds of ideas I want to use you for.”

“But…. Where’s Tony?” Brandon followed, though stiffly. He felt utterly out of place amid the finery of the office and Ralph’s obviously designer composition of color and material, most of which was silk. Ralph was a glistening rainbow on steroids. Ralph clearly loved color.

“Probably in his office,” Ralph replied with a blasé wave of his hand. They swept around a corner, nearly taking out a tall potted palm in the process. Ralph tapped a knuckle to a closed door as they passed it. “That man gets lost all the time in whatever he’s reading at the moment. Devyn was the only reason he ever remembered to eat.”


Before Brandon could form a reply, Ralph swept him into a small studio-like room with white screens and little else. “Okay. Off with the shirt. I wasn’t kidding. I have to see what you’ve got to know where I can use you.”

“My shirt?” Brandon took a step back and jolted when he accidentally bumped a stool.

“Yes, dear.” Ralph tapped his lip as though considering something deeply.

“He didn’t say anything about this,” Brandon was quick to point out. He clasped at the stool to keep it from teetering over. I thought he’d said this was legit. Brandon’s self-preservation warnings were blaring like National Weather Service bursts.

“Because I haven’t had a chance to tell you anything.”




Excerpt from Murder Most Foul with giveaway

Murder Most Foul cover



When two dismembered torsos wash up on the banks of the local river in the small industrial town of Pleasant Valley, residents are horrified. Between contradicting statements, police ineptitude, lust, lies, manipulation, incest, the motorcycle gang The Devil’s Disciples, crooked cops, and a botched crime scene, everyone becomes a suspect.

The young beautiful Jackie Reeves, a registered nurse, believes the killer is a man from her past. She contacts the dangerously handsome FBI Agent Walker Harmon. An arrest is made, but Harmon and Jackie believe an innocent man is being railroaded by local cops. How far will these lover’s go to solve this heinous crime before anymore killings. Determined to find the truth, Agent Harmon and Jackie are forced to run a gauntlet of deep trouble and turmoil, which marks them for death

Setting: Inside the office of Police Chief Malcolm Barstow


Undaunted and short on patience, the agent stared at the fat jerk sitting before him gleefully puffing on a cigar, most likely homegrown in Detroit, Michigan, not Cuba. “I attend the Kingdom Hall on occasion,” he said.

“Well most of us like Malloy. He’s helped rid this town of criminals. He was a volunteer firefighter, and his wife cooks for the annual policeman’s ball. Hell, Malloy even coached volleyball for the kids when he wuz younger. Now a person who does that ain’t all bad,” the chief declared.

Barstow’s sudden burst of energy to safeguard his fishy friend, picqued Harmon’s interest. What had Malloy done? He decided he wasn’t leaving until he had the full, sordid story.

“So you and Malloy are pals, and he did something he couldn’t get out of, and you tried to salvage his job, but the big shots said, ‘No!’ Is that how it went?” Harmon asked.

“Yeah, Malloy did somethin’ real stupid.”

“I’m listening,” Harmon replied.

“The rumors of Malloy allowin’ his friends and family members to snoop through the cornfield, and photograph the area after the victims were removed, was true. Everyone is curious about this crime. Nothin’ this big ever happened in this town before, and the pictures were for souvenirs, you know. Then after the limbs were removed, he brought in a back hoe, and tore up the whole damned crime scene, involving Thomas.” The chief growled in disgust.

“Yeah, that was stupid,” Harmon said. “So Malloy’s unethical conduct was the reason the disciplinary board was in session?”

“Yep, they made their decision this mornin’,” the chief said. “He’s out. There was nothin’ I could do for him.”

“You’d think a cop with over twenty years’ experience would demonstrate better reasoning then destroy evidence. Unless he’s covering his own tracks,” Harmon said realizing what he was implying. “Do you believe Malloy committed the murders?”

“Now, I didn’t say that. A lot of officers were on this case, so a lot of mistakes happened. We never dealt with this type crime before. Many might have made the same mistakes Malloy did.”

Dismissing the chief’s excuses for Malloy’s incompetence, Harmon demanded an answer. He was tired of being duped by the local cops and wanted the truth, and wanted it now. Standing and placing both palms on the chief’s shiny desk, the agent looked the chief square in his squinty brown eyes and said, “Cough it up, Chief! There’s more to it then that. If there were numerous mistakes made by officers other then Malloy, why was he the only one kicked off the force? Now spit it out! What the hell did Malloy do?”

“All right, all right!” the chief whined, “Malloy screwed the dead girl three weeks before she was killed–and got caught!”

The Agent was speechless. Walking to the window overlooking Main Street, he stared vacantly. Hadn’t one of our witnesses suggested something like that? But–with the crisp wind howling, the citizens dining in the local cafés, others window shopping for Christmas or starting their shift at the town’s businesses–this seems unreal. How can such a seemingly sweet country town be so full of bad apples, savage murders, police misconduct and corruption, evidence tampering? This town is certainly no Mayberry, thought Harmon.

Author Bio:

I have been a long-time resident of southeastern Ohio, and worked in the blue-collar industry most of my life. Besides having several novels under my belt, I canvas paint.

When not busy with hobbies or working outside the home, I spend time with relatives, my dog Jasmine, and volunteer my time within the community. I am a member of the International Women’s Writing Guild, Savvy Authors, Coffee Time Romance, Paranormal Romance Guild, True Romance Studios, National Writers Association, the Hocking Hill’s Arts and Craftsmen Association, The Hocking County Historical Society and Museum, and the Hocking Hills Regional Welcome Center. I believe in family values and following your dreams. My original canvas paintings, can be found at: booksandpaintingsbyjoanne.com

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“WICKED INTENTIONS” a paranormal/mystery anthology

“LOVES’, MYTHS’ AND MONSTERS’,” a fantasy anthology

“THE CRIME OF THE CENTURY,” a biography true-crime


“TWISTED LOVE,” a true-crime anthology

“FLAGITIOUS,” a crime/mystery anthology

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Happy Saturday! Do you have to work today?








Good morning! I’ll be heading in to work soon to continue this busy holiday season. In the excerpt below from Don’t Say No, a new adult romance, Amber and Jaeger are just getting to know each other. He’s hired her to work as a mystery shopper at his spa. Sparks start flying early in their relationship and it heats up as they go on. Enjoy this PG excerpt and have a great Saturday!


“I’ve written out a script for you to use at the spa.”

Jaeger pushed a piece of paper across the table to Amber.

She picked it up and raised an eyebrow. “A script? You think I can memorize this in half an hour? Anyway, I don’t need a script.“

Amber pushed it back toward him.

Jaeger frowned. “You need to make sure they think you’re just visiting. You can’t let on that you’re evaluating them.”

“Okay, duh, I’ve got it. I know what to do. I have been to a spa once or twice in my life. I know how to act like a guest.”

She dug into her food. They sat at Pancake Palace again, and this time Amber had ordered scrambled eggs and hash browns. The small order. She didn’t want to be overly full while getting her treatments. Jaeger had insisted on meeting before she went to the spa to brief her. Brief her. That’s what he’d said. Like this was some kind of tactical mission.

“Here then, look at the evaluation form you’ll be completing on each employee.”

Amber took the paper and studied it while Jaeger scanned her completed employment application.

“You took two years off between high school and college? What did you do during that time?”

Was he allowed to ask that? Was it any of his business?

“I traveled around with my boyfriend. We wanted to visit a bunch of different states.”

Plenty of people did that. Some even went to Europe and other foreign places.

She sighed inwardly at the memory. Team Amber/Randy had had a good time those two years, no regrets. It had been a great experience, staying with friends and in hostels, meeting new people, working a few temp jobs to make money, and not having a set agenda. She’d learned a lot during those days.

“No college?”

The question was asked innocently enough, but Amber stiffened. Well, this was bound to come up, if not now, then later. Jaeger could probably find out about the sordid Event anyway, and it wasn’t the worst thing in the world. She hadn’t committed a felony or hurt anyone. Plenty of people got kicked out college.

“I went to Camton University for two weeks, then was asked to leave.”

He looked up from the paper. “You were asked to leave?”

“Do I stutter? It’s a long story. I don’t feel like getting into it. What, I can’t be your mystery shopper without a college education?”

“I didn’t say that.”

He went back to reading her application. “What were you studying?”

He looked up again. She knew he wanted to hear more, wanted to know something about her. What could she tell him that would inspire trust? He’d already hired her, sort of. He could dismiss her just as easily though. She was going to have this conversation with other employers, she realized. Might as well work on her spiel now.

Picking at the paper placemat, she forced herself to look him in the eye and answer. “Business management. My boyfriend, Randy, and I were going to open our own business.”

“And you’re not now?”


“Was your boyfriend the man you were pelting with baked goods at Taylor’s Café?”


Jaeger’s mouth turned up slightly at the corner. “I take it the relationship ended badly.”

“You think?”

He laughed. “What kind of business?”

She stopped fussing with the placemat and sat up straighter. “We were going to call it Fun on the Beach. We would rent out toys to people who were vacationing at hotels. You know, Frisbees, kites, stuff like that. Cheap toys, so if they got broke, no big deal. Parents don’t have enough toys, the kids get bored. Or the adults want something to do besides sit around, so they fly a kite. It was a great idea.”

Her shoulders slumped. Yeah, was.

You’re kind of young to be running a business,” she added.

It was time to get the focus of this conversation off her and her failures.

“I’m not running a business. It’s my family’s company. I’ve been assigned this project. And I’m not that young. I’m only several years older than you, I believe.”

She crossed her arms. It was illegal to ask her age, she knew that, but he could figure it out from her application. Okay, enough of this. She needed to get in a spa frame of mind, not pick a fight with her employer.

“Tell me more about Bella Sun. What’s going on there that you need to know about?” she asked and bent back to her food.

“Actually, I think it would be better if you don’t know. I want you to go in with fresh eyes, to observe.”

“Oh, come on, give me a hint. Is there a specific problem I should look for?”

He took a sip of his tea. The server had looked at him like he was nuts when he’d requested Earl Grey. She’d asked who that was. Jaeger was not trying to be snobby, Amber suspected, but he was obviously used to a slightly different lifestyle from the one they had in Palm Groves. He’d settled for a decaf tea bag, which Amber guessed was dug out of a dusty box buried on a shelf.

“We just want to identify employees who are not happy or causing trouble.”

“If I give them a bad report, will they get fired?”

“No, we can’t do that. We’ll talk to them first and see if we can resolve any issues. If that doesn’t work, we’ll cut their hours enough so they leave voluntarily. Your input will have some effect, yes. You understand that, right? Are you still up to the job?” he asked.

She snapped him a salute. “I do, and I am.”


Mixing business with pleasure has never been so much fun

Amber’s life sucks. Her ex got her thrown out of college, then fired from her job. When she’s hired for a mystery shopping assignment, she hopes this is exactly what she needs to kick-start her life and get her back on track.

Jaeger is all business when he hires Amber to check out the spa he’s purchasing. If she can help him prove that the venture will be a success, then he can build his own future, not the one his family has mapped out for him. Becoming attracted to his sexy spy isn’t part of the plan.

Amber can’t see how she fits into Jaeger’s world, and he’s too uptight to ever fit into hers. Circumstances bring them together, in bed and out, but when a secret from his upper-class life is revealed, Amber must decide if she can trust him. Or is her life going down in flames all over again?

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Provocative tales of love, lust, passion and magic







Out Now ~ Shifter’s Challenge by @MeganSlayer

It’s that time of the year for holiday stories and I love it. I love the way authors weave tales filled with peppermint, candy canes and white hot love! Here’s my offering, Shifter’s Challenge. One cat shifter plus one elf equals a really hot time.

Shifter’s Challenge (Peppermint Twist) MS_PT_ShiftersChallenge_large

Megan Slayer

Changeling Press

M/M, Anal Sex

Short Story

Paranormal, Contemporary, Holiday

Steve Moore, a black cat shifter, breaks into the North Pole Christmas party in his cat form. Easy enough. No one imagines a black cat would be out of place in a warm building in the middle of the winter. But Steve’s not there to sample the cupcakes or eggnog. No, he’s there to find the one Elf who makes his heart race — Landon. Is Landon still interested in the shifter? They only spent one night together. Things could fall apart once they find each other again, but Steve’s betting the Elf is craving him, too.

Time to see what magic Christmas has in store.


Available here:

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©Megan Slayer, 2014, All Rights Reserved

So many Elves and so many happy faces. He’d never find Landon in the myriad of red and white. His heart sank. He’d been a fool to hunt for the Elf. They’d spent one night together. Landon probably didn’t even remember him.

Three Elves wandered past the tree, and the sound of one of the male Elves’ voices caught his attention. Steve perked his ears and zeroed in on the dark-haired Elf.


Steve dug his claws into the branch. Part of him wanted to jump from the tree and into Landon’s arms. The rest of him erred on the side of staying put. Landon seemed happy and like he was having the time of his life. He couldn’t intrude on that. The blond Elf kept touching Landon’s arm and laughing at everything Landon said. The other Elf nodded. His long black hair swished as he moved his head. The three Elves acted so comfortable together. They had to be close friends. Hell, they seemed to barely notice the rest of the party. Maybe that was why Landon hadn’t stuck around — he had men at home waiting for him. Had he been duped?

Nah, Landon wasn’t the type to screw with people… was he?

Steve adjusted his weight on the branch and closed his eyes. He’d had enough of watching Landon and company. His anger melted as he pictured that lone night with Landon. They’d had a hot time together. They’d shared drinks, danced and made love until dawn. He could still feel the tightness of Landon’s asshole around his cock. The words he’d said when Landon unzipped resonated in Steve’s head.

Damn, you’re bigger than I thought you’d be. Not Steve’s best moment, but he’d been honest. Maybe the stupid comment had been the reason Landon left.

“There you are,” a voice boomed.

Steve didn’t bother to open his eyes. Probably another man wanting Landon’s attention. Why torture himself by looking?

“I knew I’d find you here.” The owner of the deep voice grew closer. “Can’t hide from me.”

I’ll bet you can’t, Steve thought. Still, his curiosity won out. He opened his eyes to watch the show. Instead of seeing people gathered around Landon, Steve was face-to-face with a large man in a red suit. Santa? How had Santa known he was in the tree?

“Landon, your Christmas present has finally arrived.” Santa reached into the tree and gathered Steve into his arms. “He’s got a little sap on him. Might want to go somewhere private and clean him off.”

Landon’s present? Steve stared at the wide-eyed Elf. He wanted answers, and apparently so did Landon. Steve blinked. If there was any chance he’d get down to the truth, then being Landon’s present was a good idea.

* * * * * *

Megan Slayer – It’s Always Fun to Squirm


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Up on the Housetop

Desperate to escape her controlling family, Chloe Bradford scrambles up to the housetop of her Texas home on Christmas Eve. There she discovers a sexy stranger cloaked in shadow. He convinces her to shed her good-girl image and give into her most secret desires. The man’s low, miracle, or some figment of her imagination? When he tries to leave, she follows him, eager to learn his identity.

Zach can’t stop thinking about Chloe, or their reunion on the roof. His wolf-half urges him to reveal his identity and claim her, but he doesn’t dare. For both their sakes, he must remain in the shadows until he can control his inner beast’s bursts of rage. After five years he thought he could handle his curse, but Chloe’s presence causes his control to slip. As the moon-rages become more frequent, he knows he’s slipping toward the insanity that claims many of his kind. Only Chloe can save him, but will she want to after he reveals his identity and the reason he broke her heart so many years ago?
Down on the Boardwalk

First, Gwen’s psychic abilities make her an outsider among the werewolves. Then they make her a slave. Forced to use her power to help a deranged werewolf seek vengeance, she gives up on her dream of ever being accepted and loved. That is, until Nico and Tony are thrown into her cell. Her attraction to the Kyron Pack brothers is immediate and overwhelming. As she submits to the physical attraction, old wounds heal and her powers strengthen. The brothers think she can save them, but to do so would require more than just physical intimacy, and reveal a secret too dark and horrifying to share.

When Nico and Tony use their lust to help their battered mate, buried memories rise to the surface, and jealousy threatens to destroy the fragile wolf in their care. As each of them bonds to Gwen, they begin to withdraw from each other. Now they must heal their inner scars and forgive the past if they ever hope save Gwen and escape the Boardwalk alive.
Around on the Strip
Lydia loved Josh with all of her heart, until he cast her aside. For five years she has tried to move on with her life, but not even a new lover can fully heal the damage caused by the Kyron Pack leader. When Lydia’s situation within her werewolf pack becomes dangerous, she swallows her pride and goes to her former lover for help. Hurt is replaced with passion and what starts out as a plea for help quickly turns into something more. As her relationship with Josh heats up, she discovers a connection between him and her current lover that neither are willing to discuss. The sexual tension between them is palpable and only eclipsed by their mutual attraction for her. She wishes to uncover their secrets, but doing so might put all of their lives in danger. Can she fully trust them without knowing the truth? She must if she wishes to have something bigger than pack loyalties, and deeper than any of them could ever imagine.



HaloHdrSnowRnR400Posted by: Genie Gabriel

Happy holidays to all! If you are looking for sensual, romantic reads, try one–or all three–of my Rock’n’Romance stories. Digital versions are only 99 cents from Rogue Phoenix Press, Amazon.com, Barnes & Noble, and other online e-tailers.

Print versions are also available from Amazon.com.

1–My gift for the TRS Christmas party: I will be awarding one party attendee the three books of my Rock’n’Romance trilogy (print versions shipped within US only, please).

2–Special gift: a FREE download of one of my Rock’n’Romance books (PDF or mobi) to someone who comments on this post.

Happy Holidays!

-Genie Gabriel

Christmas Anthology from Changeling Press

Vol 4

Book Summary
Eleven tales of Christmas Magic from your favorite Changeling authors!
Dawg-Napped! by Anne Kane: Comet’s decided the cute little prairie dawg Cyndi is just what Bruce needs to cuddle up with him in his North Pole cottage.

Stray Urges by Lacey Savage: Memories made between the sheets, under the mistletoe and beneath the hard body of a devoted mate can never truly be forgotten.

Cry for the Moon by Marie Treanor: A knock on Christmas Eve heralds the arrival of a raggedy man who bears a strange resemblance to her missing husband…

An Orgasm for Christmas by Marteeka Karland: Rose knows exactly what she wants for Christmas — ”The biggest screaming orgasm the Magical Forest has ever seen!”

Bound for Christmas by Sean Michael: Luke has been lusting over Jenny and Greg and he’s more than willing to let her wrap him up as the best Christmas present ever.

Canine Christmas by B.J. McCall: Joy Kingston wants a man for her birthday, but is she prepared for a werewolf who packs heat and wants her for his mate?

Just Wink by Bryl R. Tyne: How hard could donning a Christmassy green Speedo and pretending for thirty seconds to savor a giant candy cane be, anyway?

Bitsy’s Christmas Demon by Cynthia Sax: Demons don’t love. Christmas Fairies won’t accept less. And evil never takes a holiday.

Christmas in the Zone by Isabella Jordan: Two guys, two gals, and an aphrodisiac under the tree… Can Rick keep up until Maddox and Madeline find an antidote?

Make the Yuletide Gay by Lena Austin: Beware the cowboy bearing gifts… who may make Dr. Gary Lord’s Yuletide much gayer than he’d planned.

Tails N Scales by Tuesday Richards: What is a prairie dawg to do when a family of gator shifters asks him to dinner?


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Out Now ~ Frost Moon by @MeganSlayer

Want something to warm up your holiday season? Then try book three in my contemporary paranormal series, The Moon Series, from MLR Press. The Christmas part of the series is Frost Moon. An angel and a man who wants an angel for Christmas. What could be hotter? Keep reading to see what happens next in the excerpt!

Frost Moon by Megan Slayer Frost Moon

Book 3 in the Moon Series

MLR Press

Contemporary, Paranormal, LGBT


M/M, Anal Sex

Jagger doesn’t want much for the holidays—just an angel for Christmas.

Christmas is the time to heal wounds and come together, especially if you’re an angel. Michael’s job for the last few hundred years has been to clean up the messes created by the humans and the demons. Although he loves his job, he wants more this Christmas than to watch everyone else be merry and bright. He loves the holiday and wants to share the day with someone special…especially once he sees Jagger. The sexy, but sad looking man has confessed he hates Christmas. Can a Christmas angel really sway the Scrooge and help him find more than just the beauty in Christmas?




EXCERPT!! ©Megan Slayer, 2014,  All Rights Reserved

“Now, have you been good this year?”

“I’ve done the best with what I’ve got,” Jagger answered. He wasn’t kidding. He liked sex. He liked to mingle. There might have been an occasion or two where he’d had a few too many and gone home with a guy only to have the relationship last as long as the blow job, but who was honestly a total angel?

“I see. I’ll have to keep my eye on you.” Santa shifted in his seat. “What would you like for Christmas?”

“An angel.”

“A what? A porcelain one?”

“No, no. Like the old song. An angel sent to me.” He’d loved that Shelly Fabares song so much. So the tune was hokey and the words were dated…he didn’t care.

“Ah. What do you want her to look like?” Santa asked.

Oh boy. Jagger fought the urge to roll his eyes. “I’d like him to be at least six feet tall. Brown hair. Shaggy hair, like just rolled out of bed shaggy. Blue eyes. Nice smile. Not a ton of chest hair. Great personality. Oh, and I want him to be the boyfriend type.” That about summed up what he’d wanted.

“You’re thorough.” Santa rubbed his chin. “That’s a tall order, pardon the pun.”

“I know. I figure you’re my last hope. I’ve tried meeting guys on my own. Tried the dating scene, the website thing, and the set up by friends thing. None of it has worked. If you can’t, then I’m hopeless, and December will forever suck.”

“Aren’t you positive?” Santa paused. His dark eyes glittered. “Does his name have to be Johnny?”


“If you have this man come to you, you’ll enjoy the holiday?” Santa asked.

“I will.” Granted, he wanted the man to stick around and be more than short term, but love wasn’t going to happen overnight.

“Well, I’ll see what can be done. You’re cutting it mighty close.”

“Don’t I know it.”

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Megan Slayer – It’s Always Fun to Squirm

Out Now ~ You Belong to Me by @WendiZwaduk

The vampire and wolf shifter will protect Ava with their lives—because they belong together as deemed by the Sources. Will their YouBelongToMe-LGblossoming love wither before they get a chance to stoke the flames, or will it be strong enough to overcome their problems?


The world can crumble around us, but we’ve always got each other. Always.

Ava Grant learned the hard way not to trust anyone. Trust equaled opening up to another person and allowing herself to be hurt. She’s done with pain—until she’s summoned by the Sources. Her world is thrown into upheaval. Two men can help her, if she’s willing to let them in. Will she able to open her heart to a vampire and a wolf shifter?

Joachim Stokes and Padraig O’Malley are the best of friends. The attraction between them is palpable, but there’s something missing. When they are tasked with protecting Ava, they realize they’d found what they’ve been missing—her. A bond forms between the three, but some bonds are meant to be broken. With the war heating up, her past won’t stay hidden forever.

Will their blossoming love wither before they get a chance to stoke the flames, or will it be strong enough to overcome their problems?

The door creaked. When Ava shifted her focus from the clothes, Joachim smiled. She liked the wolf shifter from the first moment she’d met him. Quiet and shy, he didn’t command attention like some men, but he grabbed hers.
“Hey, you.” He sat on her bed. “What’s happening? Clothes shopping?”
“Something like that.” She browsed the different dresses and then picked a red and white check pattern. “Close your eyes.”
“Ava. I won’t do anything.” He shrugged. “I’ve been a gentleman so far.”
She had to give him that—he hadn’t pushed her. Ava hesitated. This was a big moment for her. She didn’t undress in front of anyone unless he’d been willing to pay or was Maslow with a gun to her head. She didn’t want Joachim to see the scars.
The shifter grinned and did as she’d asked. He folded his legs up under his powerful body. The muscles in his arms bulged. Her belly tightened and her nipples ached. She liked strong men and wondered what it would be like to wrap herself in his embrace. Of course he’d have to be attracted to her. She doubted he liked girls. He hardly gawked at her in the same ways other men did. She wriggled out of the T-shirt and shoved her tattered jeans to the floor. A part of her wanted to run across the room and jump into his arms. She wanted to be desired. The rest of her knew the score—get dressed and forget the attraction she craved. She unzipped the garment and slipped the soft cotton over her frame. She wasn’t as busty as the original wearer, but she liked the way the dress snugged her ribs and waist and showcased some of her cleavage.
“Okay, you can look.” She strolled up to him. “I need you to zip me.” She turned her back on him. “Please?”
“This fits you well.” He tugged the pull, closing the back of the dress. “I like it.”
“Do you?” She let go of her hair and faced him. “This is part of me being brave.”
She nodded to the duffle bag. “My past is in there.” She sat beside him and patted his thigh. Dear Lord, the man had nice legs. She shook her head. “I mean, everything in that bag reminds me of my time with Maslow. He expected his girls to dress like…you know.”
“I do.” He draped his arm around her shoulders. “Sometimes you’ve got to leave the past in the past and never dredge it up again. I’m proud of you.”
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Wendi Zwaduk – White Hot Second Chance Romance


HaloSnowBODYGUARD400Posted by: Genie Gabriel

Happy holidays to all! As I knew it would, the holiday season swept into my life as quickly as a blizzard covers the mountains with a blanket of white.

Though we rarely have snow on Christmas in my part of Oregon, the characters in my book, The Bodyguard, have a lot of snow, harrowing adventures, and a happily-ever-after ending on Christmas morning.

You can join these romantic adventures three ways:

1–My gift for the TRS Christmas party: I will be awarding one party attendee the three books of my Rock’n’Romance trilogy (print versions shipped within US only, please).

2–Special gift: a FREE download of The Bodyguard (PDF or mobi) to someone who comments on this post.

3–A gift to yourself RIGHT NOW–the digital versions of my Rock’n’Romance trilogy are only 99 cents each! You can buy them at Rogue Phoenix Press, Amazon.com, Barnes & Noble, and other online e-tailers.

Happy Holidays!

-Genie Gabriel