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Hump Day Humps ~ Hard to Resist!

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This one is a sweeter hump and not totally humping, but hey, we all need a softer side. :-) Check out my latest release, Hard to Resist! 
Hard to Resist by Megan SlayerSequel to Valentine’s in the Club 
Shara Azod PublishingContemporary, erotic, M/F
Available here:Shara Azod Publishing: http://www.sharaazod.com/ebook/hard-resist.html
Could the worst day of her life really be the best thing to ever happen to a girl?
Lacey Carmona loves the nightlife. Carefree and happy, she excels in her accounting job at her brother’s club, Club56. One night compromised by lies changes her whole life. Add in an overprotective older brother, and things are bound to get a whole lot worse. She’s not looking for a man, not even the one guy who embodies every one of her fantasies. She helped create the situation, and she’ll work it out—on her own. Too bad Chris Welch is so hard to resist.Sometimes the best-laid plans need a little tweaking into something more irresistible.
EXCERPT:“I got myself into this... I’ll get myself out.” Lacey Carmona crossed her legs and curled up on the hood of her car. The overcast sky mirrored her mood. Crappy. The chill seeped to her bones. She’d done a foolish thing by trusting Tate, but they’d been involved. He’d claimed he’d never lie to her.Bullshit.He’d lied, big time.Now she had to deal with the consequences. She mashed the piece of paper in her hand. The words burned into her brain. Pregnant. Two months along. Pre-natal vitamins. She trembled and closed her eyes. Sitting outside the club wouldn’t help her tell her older brother, but then again going inside wouldn’t make explaining much easier.Footsteps crunched on the pavement behind her. She opened her eyes, then glanced over her shoulder. Chris Welch, the head bouncer, aka the man who embodied sex on legs, strolled over to where she sat. His black T-shirt molded to his chest, giving her more than a tease as to how much time he spent at the gym. Despite her depressed mood, her pussy quivered. She shouldn’t be thinking about him—or any man--right now, but with him looking so fine, so hard to resist...looking away wasn’t going to happen.“Hiya, Lace. What’s happen—” He didn’t finish his question. Instead he perched on the leading edge of the hood and wrapped an arm around her. “You’re not okay. Want to talk? I can tell Trip you need a couple hours off. He owes me.”“He doesn’t know I’m here.” She rested her head on his sculpted shoulder, basking in the warmth of his embrace and the easy way he held her tight. “I’m scared.”“About what, Lace? Tell me. I’m here for you.”She’d have to tell someone sooner or later. “Remember Tate Blauser?”“Your boyfriend.”“Ex.” She sighed and sat up straight. “We split over a month ago. I caught him with another girl in his bed. Things were already so bad between us. Leaving him didn’t hurt. But his parting gift isn’t as...nice.”“What’d he do?” Chris leaned forward and met her gaze. “If he hurt you, I will kick his ass.”She’d never noticed the flecks of sapphire and jade in his blue eyes, but up close, the color variations stood out well. A girl could lose herself in eyes like his. Hell, she wanted to.“He lied to me. Said he’d used a condom. I was on the pill. Somehow something went wrong.” Her voice caught and she couldn’t breathe. “I’ve been throwing up, and my period hasn’t come for two months. I went to my gynecologist.”“And?” He slipped her hand into his and stroked her knuckles with his thumb.“I’m pregnant.” The words tumbled out too fast, and the tears slipped down her cheeks even faster. “Trip will kill me. He told me not to get involved with Tate, and he’s not going to let me live this down.”“Because of an accident?” Chris stood at his full height, then wrapped both arms around her. “He’s not that much of an ass.”“Have you met him? He’s so overprotective, it’s crazy.” She wiped her cheeks and gasped. From her head to her toes, she trembled. Nothing cut her deeper than having to talk to her brother.“I’m pretty overprotective, too.” He tipped her chin, looking her in the eye. “I’ll help you.”“Why? You’re my friend, sure, but you’ve got a girlfriend. Won’t Missy be upset?”“Missy is my sister. You saw her here at the club because she wanted to dance and meet people. But mostly so I could keep an eye on her.” He rested his forehead on hers. “I’m not afraid of your brother. He’s big and loud, but he doesn’t scare me.”“You’re nuts.” He had to be. They knew each other from the club and talked from time to time, but to jump in and help her during her time of need? Come on. “I’ll just tell Trip. What’s the worst he can do? Disown me?” She’d gotten herself into the predicament, she’d get herself out.“People have called me all sorts of things, but that’s the first time someone called me nuts.” He rubbed her shoulders. “What do you want to do?”“He’ll kill me. I’m the baby. I’m not allowed to screw up. If I tell him it’s Tate’s... At least he likes you.”“Whatever you want to tell him, I’ll back you up. How about we’ve been dating for two months and we’ve had a happy accident?”“You’d do that for me?”“Lace, I already like you. Maybe this is our chance to see if this friendship we share is meant to be something more.”“You’re a crazy knight in shining armor.” She threw her arms around his neck and squeezed him tight. Maybe they could be more.

Cover Faery Visited Again!

She visited me again! And she was sooo nice! Check out the new cover for my 1Night Stand, Everything He Wants!

Racing Quotes of the Week!

Talladega always equals fun, excitement, crashes and some really off the wall comments. Here are some of my favorites.


“...go to the back or stay up front – where do you go...”This is a fun question. Depends on the mood. “...rubbed wrong on the right rear...”Uh-oh. That sounds bad.“...jumping ahead of the line...”Naughty. Should wait your turn!“...stayed near the front...”Must’ve wanted to see where he’s going.“...she just aimed for the right hole...”That’s a loaded statement. Must’ve been wearing a strap-on.“...how she survived that, I have no idea...”A lot of luck.
Doozy of the Week - seriously...take out of context, this is bad. :-)“...really poor job of putting it in the right spot...”Snicker. And they get away with saying that on television.

Sunday Snog ~ Redeemed

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Redeemed by Megan Slayer Check it out here!sWet Shara Azod PublishingContemporary, BDSM, M/F, M/M/F, Menage, Anal sex, ToysShort storyShara Azod: http://www.sharaazod.com/ebook/redeemed.htmlAmazon:  http://www.amazon.com/Redeemed-sWet-ebook/dp/B00CAHQPRS/ref=sr_1_5?ie=UTF8&qid=1366981044&sr=8-5&keywords=Megan+SlayerAllRomance Ebooks: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-redeemed-1157296-146.html
Find your wildest fantasies at the Q...
Master G knows his subs and his limits. His heart is never involved, but he’s always careful. Except when Mistress Dee is involved—then all bets are off.
Mistress Dee lives to fulfill the needs of her subs, including one desiring a hot ménage with her and another man. She knows just who to ask. But can the Master she wants also be the man she needs?
Not Quite a Kiss, but it's White Hot!
Time for redemption. Master G folded his arms and watched the play in the various playrooms from his vantage point in the control room. His former submissive, Nadia, looked so happy with Master S. He grinned. She deserved the best. What about him? He rubbed the patch of hairs on his chin and assessed another monitor screen. He missed her, but she wanted things he couldn’t give. The various scenes playing out on the wall of screens flashed in front of him. Spanking, caning, rope play...any fetish a person could think up took place in The Q. He snorted. All the sex on the screens and none of it aroused him. Because he wasn’t participating? No, he liked to play the voyeur from time to time and he certainly wasn’t looking for love. Love never fit into his lifestyle. Maybe his issue was because he hadn’t played with his submissive in a while. Nah, she’d found a Dom more suited to her tastes. Then what the hell was his problem? He sank down on the nearest office chair and crossed his ankles. Sooner or later, he’d sort himself out. He glanced at the array of screens. The one woman he wanted to play with wasn’t in any of the rooms. The paddle-wielding vixen featured prominently in all of his dirty fantasies. But being a fellow Dominant, she was off-limits.Unless he wanted to submit—to her.The door closed behind him and he glanced over his shoulder. “Mistress Dee.” Speak of the devil.“Good evening, Master G.” She wrapped her arms around him from behind. The sweet scent of her perfume enfolded him and her curled hair tickled the back of his neck. “I have a challenge for you.”She’d piqued his interest on many, many occasions and now stood behind him, needing him. Hot damn. “Oh?” He stroked her hand. He loved the feel of her soft skin and marveled at the deep mocha color. She embodied exotic sexuality and he yearned to play with her. She’d be the only one he’d submit to. Part of him wanted to stand strong and demand she give in to him. The rest of him wanted to crawl across her lap for a night of white-hot fun.“I have a client who wants to take part in a ménage.” She let go of him, then perched on the edge of the console in front of him. “His name is James and he’s very receptive to me, but he wants more than just me.” Each breath accentuated the pull of the leather across her full breasts. Glitter shone on her upper chest and the tiny daisy dangled from the piercing in her navel. He longed to run his tongue over every inch of her body.“I see.” Master G folded his arms. His heart leapt. In his fifteen years as a Dom at The Q, he rarely gave in to being a sub. He also hardly ever worked with another Dom on the same sub. The need for Mistress Dee continued to battle his inner need to dominate. “This isn’t the first time he’s asked me.” She crossed her long legs and the patent leather on her boots shimmered in the light. “I’ve told him no before because I couldn’t find the right person to serve as that third. I’m very particular.” She flipped a lock of her ebony hair over her shoulder. “Now I know who I want. You.”His heart lodged in his throat. There wasn’t a guarantee of something long-term—not that he wanted long-term—but she’d noticed him as more than just another guy at the club. He dipped his head once. “Tell me your conditions.”“You’ll do what I ask and submit to me.” She stood, meeting him eye to eye. He studied the deep brown of her eyes. A man could lose himself in those eyes.  She pursed her crimson lips. “Think you can do that? No topping from the bottom.” She brushed her ample breasts over his chest enough to make his skin burn. He groaned when she flattened her hands on his pecs. “I’ll never humiliate you, but I expect complete submission.”He hadn’t bottomed in a long time, but hell, the way she touched him, he wanted to crawl on the floor behind her. “Can’t do it forever,” he replied, “but I can do what you ask.”“That’s what I need.” Mistress Dee gripped the leather criss-crossing his chest. Her nails scraped his sensitive skin. “You on your knees doing what I ask.”“Then I will.” He sucked in a long breath, then dipped his head and exhaled. Dear God, he couldn’t wait for the encounter. “When, Mistress?”

It's Time for a HUMP!! Redeemed Style!

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This week it's time for the HUMP! I love these. Hope you do, too. Enjoy!!

Redeemed by Megan Slayer Buy here!sWet Shara Azod PublishingContemporary, BDSM, M/F, M/M/F, Menage, Anal sex, ToysShort storyShara Azod: http://www.sharaazod.com/ebook/redeemed.htmlAmazon:  http://www.amazon.com/Redeemed-sWet-ebook/dp/B00CAHQPRS/ref=sr_1_5?ie=UTF8&qid=1366981044&sr=8-5&keywords=Megan+SlayerAllRomance Ebooks: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-redeemed-1157296-146.html
Find your wildest fantasies at the Q...
Master G knows his subs and his limits. His heart is never involved, but he’s always careful. Except when Mistress Dee is involved—then all bets are off.
Mistress Dee lives to fulfill the needs of her subs, including one desiring a hot ménage with her and another man. She knows just who to ask. But can the Master she wants also be the man she needs?
And now for that HUMP!!!

“In an hour.” Mistress Dee rubbed her body against his and bit back a groan. His erection tapped the thin layer of fabric covering her cunt. Few men climbed under her skin like Master G. She refused to let them, but he wasn’t like other men. She’d observed him with his most recent submissive. The girl liked power play, sure, but she wanted rough love mixed in. Master G knew how to play rough, but even she noticed his heart wasn’t involved.Was she any different? Not by much. She kept her own heart safely tucked behind a wall. Give her submissives the play they needed, make them happy, then send them on their merry way. So what if she spent her private time lonely? Being alone made her stronger and less dependent on anyone...didn’t it? Then why in the name of God did she want Master G to finally break and submit to her?“Mistress, what shall I call you while we play?” His voice came out in a gravelly whisper and sent fire through her veins.
“Mistress.” She tugged harder on the leather straps across his chest, then murmured in his ear. “Tell me your safe word.”“Sweet Jesus.” He shivered and gripped the edge of the console.
Either he already wanted punishment, or she’d managed to knock him off-kilter already. “Tell me. You’ve already earned five spankings, slave.”He grunted and closed his eyes. “Thank you, Mistress. I deserve more.” He swayed on his feet. “My safe word is clandestine.”“Nice.” She let go of his harness, then patted her thigh. “Follow me.” She led him from the control room to her regular playroom. When the door shut, she pointed to the vinyl-covered kneeling bench. “On your knees, hands behind your back.”Master G bowed his head and knelt on the bench. He folded his hands at the small of his back and waited for her. Power flowed through her veins and her skin prickled. She lived for these moments. He played the Dom well, but even the strongest Dom needed to feel the role-reversal of the submissive. She picked out one of her favorite collars, one with thick D-rings and studs, then wrapped the leather around his neck.
“The collar suits you.” She draped a heavy leash from the main D-ring, then secured the handle to the bench. “You will also wait here until Pet arrives.”
Mistress Dee strolled around her new toy twice, sizing him up. His erection pushed against the front of his leathers and a fine sheen of perspiration spread across his muscled back. She trailed her fingers over his tanned skin. Chiseled like a fine statue, but oh so real and not cluttered with tattoos like so many of the other Doms. Cream slickened the inside of her thighs. Just looking at his unblemished body made her mouth water.
“You suit me.” She threaded her fingers into his short hair and yanked his head back to look him in the eye. “Last time to back out. Do you wish to use your safe word?”

A Double Arrival from the Cover Faery!!

I asked Marteeka Karland very nicely to create a faery for me for Cover art days. She did and I'm so excited!! Here's the Faery!


And here's the brand new cover art Teeka created for me, too! For my upcoming released with Shara Azod Publishing, entitled, Hard to Resist.

Did you read Valentine's in the Club and wonder about Lacey? Well, this is her story and yep, she's expecting. What happens next, well, you'll have to wait to find out!

Race Quotes of the Week!

I'm behind on posting these, but it's been a hectic time. I know. No excuse. So let's get moving with those quotes!

"...getting into the guy beside him..."
Hinky!

"...massaging it in..."
But what is it?

"...starting to back up..."
Maybe he likes it?

"...putting a spring rubber in the right rear..."
I'd say hinky again, but you know it is. But I didn't know they made them with springs...

"...sitting on the pole..."
But it's so much fun!

"...faster closing rate..."
He's good in the clinch!

"....dips the left front off the banking..."
He lives on the edge. 

And now for the DOOZY of the WEEK!
"...a little tight in those corners..."
Don't they like it tight?

Enjoy! I'll get back onto posting these more regularly. Promise!

Hump Day Humps with Destined!

Click here for more humps! Available here!It's HUMPIN' TIME!!! My latest release, Destined - Book two in the Haven House Vampires Series, comes out tomorrow from Changeling Press and I can't wait!! Woop!! Here's a tasty hump to tide you over!


A voluptuous blonde and a creature of the night -- can their connection withstand the strain?

Julian Moran isn't like anyone Daisy knows. Dark, mysterious, deadly and sexy as hell. He claims he's going to protect her, but what exactly is he saving her from?

Daisy Greene isn't just any woman to Julian -- they are fated. Vampires and humans don't mix, no matter what fate says. Good thing Julian makes up his own rules.

Available here tomorrow!
And now for that HUMP!!
"You want me to touch you."
"Is that a crime?"
"It's fine." She sighed and arranged the soft cloth over his body, covering his growing erection. "Unless that happens." She wrapped her fingers around him with only the cotton as a barrier. "You screwed up my shadows."
His cheeks heated as he puffed out a ragged breath. "I can't help it." If she'd just start pumping, he'd be able to manage the damned erection.
"You have for the last week," she said, releasing him.
"I'm excited." For more than just a drawing. He shrugged and shifted to get comfortable. "I like being around you."
"I see that." Happy with the drape of the sheet, she took her place in the chair and flipped to the correct page in her drawing pad. "I'll work around it."
"For you, I'll try to keep myself under control. But I can't guarantee anything."
"Then don't. I want to lose control with you." She shoved the drawing paper to the side, then crawled across the bed and stretched out on top of him. The straps of her tank top slipped down her shoulders, exposing the tops of her creamy breasts. He'd stopped things before, but not this time. This time he needed to taste her. Julian eased the sheet out of the way, then rolled her onto her back. He bracketed her hips with his knees, then rubbed his nose along the side of her face.
"Julian," she moaned.

Sunday Snoggin' with Destined!

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It's time for the Sunday Snog and I can't wait. Why? I'm featuring my upcoming novella, Destined. Did you like Followed? Want more of the Haven House Vamps? Then this is the book for you. :-) Read on, then check out the other snogs!


A voluptuous blonde and a creature of the night -- can their connection withstand the strain?

Julian Moran isn't like anyone Daisy knows. Dark, mysterious, deadly and sexy as hell. He claims he's going to protect her, but what exactly is he saving her from?

Daisy Greene isn't just any woman to Julian -- they are fated. Vampires and humans don't mix, no matter what fate says. Good thing Julian makes up his own rules.
Available here on Friday!

And now for that snog! (Not traditional, but who needs tradition?*G*)
"You want me to touch you."
"Is that a crime?"
"It's fine." She sighed and arranged the soft cloth over his body, covering his growing erection. "Unless that happens." She wrapped her fingers around him with only the cotton as a barrier. "You screwed up my shadows."
His cheeks heated as he puffed out a ragged breath. "I can't help it." If she'd just start pumping, he'd be able to manage the damned erection.
"You have for the last week," she said, releasing him.
"I'm excited." For more than just a drawing. He shrugged and shifted to get comfortable. "I like being around you."
"I see that." Happy with the drape of the sheet, she took her place in the chair and flipped to the correct page in her drawing pad. "I'll work around it."
"For you, I'll try to keep myself under control. But I can't guarantee anything."
"Then don't. I want to lose control with you." She shoved the drawing paper to the side, then crawled across the bed and stretched out on top of him. The straps of her tank top slipped down her shoulders, exposing the tops of her creamy breasts. He'd stopped things before, but not this time. This time he needed to taste her. Julian eased the sheet out of the way, then rolled her onto her back. He bracketed her hips with his knees, then rubbed his nose along the side of her face.
"Julian," she moaned.
He kissed her lips, savoring her taste. With one hand he moved her tank top out of the way, then nibbled his way down to her breast. Daisy shivered beneath him and rocked her hips. She whimpered, but kept her tank top covering her stomach.
"You taste like wine." He swirled his tongue around her nipple, pinching and biting at her flesh. She scraped her nails on his shoulders and fire licked him from within. She made him feel warm again, made him feel human.
He sank between her thighs, then moved her panties out of the way. Her pussy glimmered with cream. His mouth watered, and he licked his lips. One taste of her wouldn't be enough. Not by a long shot. He breathed in her musky scent, then flicked his tongue across her labia.
"Oh," she cried and tightened her knees around his head.
He loved seeing and feeling her so needy for him. Julian flattened his tongue over her clit, then lapped at her juices. Daisy bucked beneath him and palmed her breasts. He added his hand to hers, massaging her nipples. She blew his mind. So responsive to his touch and so damned sexy. He parted her labia and sucked hard on her clit.
"Julian." She threaded her fingers into his hair and moaned. Each tug on his hair sent a new shimmer of desire through him.

Hump Day HUMP! with Redeemed

Marteeka Karland has come up with a new feature for Wednesdays and I love it. I'm happy to take part! The Hump Day HUMP! I'm featuring my short story, Redeemed for my hump. Check it out! And check out more HUMPS here!



Find your wildest fantasies at the Q...

Master G knows his subs and his limits. His heart is never involved, but he’s always careful. Except when Mistress Dee is involved—then all bets are off.

Mistress Dee lives to fulfill the needs of her subs, including one desiring a hot ménage with her and another man. She knows just who to ask. But can the Master she wants also be the man she needs?

Available here!

And now for that HUMP!

“More, Pet. Nice and wet.” Mistress Dee spanked his shoulders and back with the smooth side of the paddle. Each blow forced him to take more of the other man’s dick into his mouth. He shook his head and bobbed in time with the spanks.

“Better.” The spanking stopped and the shadows around him moved. Her boot-falls tapped on the tile floor. “That’s so pretty.”

A crack resounded in the room, but he knew she hadn’t used the paddle on him. The man grunted and buried his cock in Pet’s mouth.

“More, please, Mistress Dee,” the man said. “More.”

“Greedy.” Three more spanks echoed in the room. “Enough.” The paddle thumped on the padded table. “Up.”

The man pulled out of Pet’s mouth, then stood. Mistress Dee took hold of his leash and brought him to the wide padded sawhorse. “Wait for us.” When he turned to face her, she yanked his leather pants to his knees, hobbling him.

Pet’s body sizzled. He wished he were the one being ordered around. Then again, he also wished he were already climbing on that beautiful erection. His ass tingled and his balls twitched. Trusting Mistress Dee took every ounce of fortitude he possessed. The executive, the man who ran his life when he wasn’t at The Q, screamed for him to take charge and do what he wanted. No, this was time to break loose and take what he needed—her dominating him.

“Pet.”

His ears perked when she called his name. He crawled across the room to where she waited. “Yes, Mistress?”

“Stand.” She took a step back, giving him room to move and also forcing him to find his way to his feet all on his own. When he finally managed to stand, she picked up a pair of scissors she kept on her table. “These,” she said and snipped the sides of his G-string, “need to go.” The skimpy garment fell away from his body, baring him to her.

“That’s better.” She put the scissors on the table, then patted the man’s stomach. “Take your place on the sawhorse. Ass in the air.”