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Sunday Snog with Make Me

It's time for the snog. I didn't get online yesterday, so I didn't get this posted in time, but it's going up now. Enjoy this snippet and white hot kiss from Make Me.

Enjoy!

Make Me by Megan Slayer
BIN: 05930-01902
Word Count: 4K
Page Count: 17
Price: $1.99
Release Date: September 14, 2012
Editor: Katriena Knights
Cover Artist: Marteeka Karland
Line Editor: Lacey Savage
Genres: Erotic Short Story, Guilty Pleasures (Contemporary), BDSM

Dixie wanted out of the daily rut and a night to reconnect with her husband. What she got went far beyond her wildest dreams. Who knew a Tuesday night could be so white hot?

A crop, some rope, a sweet little plug... just what she wants, and all she had to say was "Make me."

Available here!

And now for that snog!!

"Enough for you. My turn." Zeke grabbed the crop and returned to a standing position. His erection bulged in his dress trousers, right at my eye level. He fiddled with the buckle on his belt and opened his pants. His cock popped free and bobbed. If I really tried, I could lick it.

"Do you want it?" He wrapped his fingers around his dick and stroked. "Really want it?"

I focused my attention on him. Zeke traced the line of my lips with the blunt head of his cock. Pre-come smeared on my mouth. The saltiness exploded on my tongue. I loved his tang and wanted more.

"Work for it." He inched backwards and slapped the flat end of the crop against my inner thigh. "Come get me."

Dirty, he lived to play dirty. I balanced on my knees and levered myself on my toes enough to go to him. The move was harder than hell considering my entire body quaked. I took him in my mouth. Zeke rocked forward, giving me more of him.

"More, girl." He threaded the fingers of his free hand in my hair.

I massaged him with my tongue and took him deeper. I buried my nose in the curls at the base of his cock.

"Yeah," he groaned. He tightened his grip on my hair and pumped his hips. I gagged a little at first. I mean, hell, we hadn't done this in a while. I caught up. I moaned around his erection, vibrating him.

Zeke pulled me away and swatted my ass.

Ritual

Kealie and I wrote a short story, that's turning into a longer story. Hey, we work well together, once we get going. Anyway, here's a snippet and the cover I designed!



“My Lord! The Lady Cora! She is outside the gates.”

“Well, then let her in!” Dmitri wasn’t at all sure why Carlton was in such a tizzy. “I cannot, she seems to have collapsed at the gates, and I will not be able to gather her in time before the sun rises, my Lord!”

Clarity hit Dmitri like a hammer upside the head. In a blink he passed Carlton in the doorway. “Which gates?” His voice barely an echo as he blew past the old man. “The front, Sir!”

Even though he was already down the hall and up the stairs, he heard Carlton’s words as if the man stood next to him. Dmitri felt the prickle along his back that heralded the beginning of the rise of the sun, and knew, “No time, no time.” He’d never make it to the gates and back inside running.

He stopped moving, took a deep breath, and stood still long enough to focus. Dematerializing he cast his particles through the air to the front gate. He materialized just outside the gates, grateful the sun was still low enough on the horizon to provide enough shade that he could stoop and snatch the bundle of what appeared to be clothing crumpled at the base of the pillars holding the wrought iron gates guarding his compound. He took another deep breath then dematerialized again, holding the precious cargo, before the sun could rise further and burn his sensitive skin.

Dmitri materialized directly inside the front doors of his home. While short exposure to the sun wouldn’t kill him, it would burn a bit. And too long, and he would wish he was dead. Then again, he was old enough the sun didn’t have much effect on him any longer. Cora on the other hand…

Winded he leaned back against the wall beside the door and squeezed his eyes shut as he tried to catch his breath. In his slightly weakened state, he shouldn’t have been able to manage such a feat as two dematerializations in such quick succession, but his powers had a mind of their own when it came to the female in his arms.

Dmitri gained control of his breathing and gazed down at the woman in his embrace. Her face was obscured by the hooded cloak she wore, so he shifted his hold on her to move the folds of fabric that he might see her face. He lost his breath again when he saw the condition she was in.

The normally plump, vibrant woman he knew was nowhere to be found. Instead, in her place was a pale skeletal imitation wrapped in threadbare oversized clothing. Her skin stretched tight over bones and sinew, but the bare evidence of the muscles along her arms told him that she wasn’t yet beyond saving. Her hair, usually a lush and shiny gold, was dry and straw-like in consistency and color.

“Oh, koshka, what have you done to yourself?”

Happy Halloween!!

Ten Line Tuesday!

I'm still working on the vampire, but that's because I've had a few...hiccups along the way. Grin. Hey, they're going to be worth it. So enjoy this new snippet of Fated.

Julian placed her on the bed. “I want to make this special.”

“You are.” She slipped the straps of her tank top and bra down her shoulders. She’d keep the tank top around her midsection—no need to scare him off with the scars.

A growl tore from his throat and he knelt between her knees. Julian dragged her jeans from her hips, baring her from the waist down. “Still gorgeous.” He opened her legs and, starting on her left knee, he worked his way down her thigh. Open-mouthed kisses fluttered on her skin. She smoothed her fingers into his hair and rocked against his face. His hum vibrated on her leg and a rush of heat flooded her core.

“Julian.” She panted and wrapped her legs around his shoulders. “More.”

“I will.” Julian grabbed a pillow. “I want to look in your eyes while I taste you.”

Sunday Snog ~ Followed

I can't wait for my vampire novella to come out so I thought I'd share it as the snog today. Yep. It's part of a new series, Haven House Vampires. There will be all sorts of pairings, mm, mf, mmm, you never know. So enjoy the snog!

Followed by Megan Slayer
Cover art: Reneé George
BIN: 06028-01934
Genre(s): Paranormal, Dark Fantasy, BDSM, Erotic Romance
Theme(s): Vampires, Magic, Gay
Length: Novella
Available in November

Lucas planned to party with vampires but when he awoke, he had no idea where he'd ended up or who followed him. Two men want his blood, while the third wants to help him escape. Will Lucas succumb to his attraction to the vampires or leave with his life?

More info here!

“I want you to fuck me. More than I’ve ever wanted anything. And I can hear you talk in my head. Once, but I heard it.” He unbuttoned the fly of his jeans and shoved the denim to the floor. “I don’t care if you glamoured me or whatever.”

He heard me? For once I wished I could read his mind. I needed to know if he truly wanted sex or the prestige of being with a vampire. I noticed the tat on his foot -- a skull, cross bones, and lightning bolts. Not what I expected, but then nothing about Lucas was what I expected. If I could speak in his mind, then we had bigger problems.

Lucas shrank back from me and shook his head. A hank of his hair fell in front of his eyes. “I get it.”

“What?” I curled my fingers under his chin. Tears shimmered in his eyes. I wanted to kiss him and get rid of whatever bothered him. Holy shit, I wanted to feel my cock so far up his ass he’d never forget who had taken him. I wanted this human for more than a food source.

“You don’t find me attractive,” he whispered. “I’m broken and you know it.”

“You’re wrong.” I captured his mouth in a kiss. I shouldn’t have. Humans could be dangerous to vampires. If there’s an attachment, feelings involved, the damn beings can walk away. We can’t. Volunteering to be a blood slave meant shit. The moment they decided to leave, the vampire could either beg for forgiveness and follow or go hungry. Yeah, I could find another human, but the others didn’t affect me like this one. I didn’t know how he thought he was broken, but I’d be damned if I was going to do anything to make him upset.

I tangled my tongue with his, commanding control of the kiss. He whimpered and clawed at the bed. I grabbed his ass and tucked him tight to my groin. Despite my jeans being in the way, his cock throbbed against mine. I broke our connection, in case I accidentally scraped him with my teeth.

Sexy Cover Saturday!

romangorielov / 123RF Stock Photo



I love this cover by the way. Renee did another fantastic job! Can't wait for the book to release in November!

Five Sentence Friday! Spooky Style!

tradigi / 123RF Stock Photo

This one is from Savage Protector. Might not be ghostly, but what Hans goes through is ghastly. Plus it's a white hot good read when it's chilly and gross out. Like it is now for me. Enjoy!

Pietro settled at Hans’ side. Hans rolled enough to press his body to Pietro’s. His cock throbbed against the tent in Pietro’s pants. The heat felt so good. Hans captured Pietro’s mouth in a kiss, then tangled his tongue with his lover’s. A moan bubbled in his throat. He swallowed Pietro’s moans and shoved his fingers under Pietro’s shirt. Hans’ senses came alive.

Book available here!

Football Quote of the Week

Courtesy of: http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/Fil...

I have these football quotes every week on my Wendi Blog and I figured I'd post one of them over here on Megan's. Megan loves a good double entendre and some of these get dirty!

"If he goes over 30, there's no chance."

He meant thirty yards and the player would've made it to the end zone, but the way it's stated it's like if you make a pass at a guy over thirty, he won't give you the time of day.

"Spike's giving up the height advantage."

Now that just sounds like a D/s situation that's being reversed. Also sounds like a story starter. Grin.

Ten Line Tuesday!

Ten lines from a current WIP! This one is the second in my Vampire series, Haven House. I really like it. Enjoy!

“Daisy, sweetheart, you have to invite me in. At least open the door.”

She dragged oxygen into her lungs and let it out slowly. Julian. He’d followed her for at least the past eighteen months like a sentry. From what? She wasn’t sure, but she enjoyed the connection they shared—like two peas in a pod. He understood her and she got him.

When she tugged the steel door open, Julian smiled on the other side of the threshold. The soft cotton of his dress shirt molded to the sharp planes of his chest and the denim clung to the defined muscles of his tapered legs. “Hi handsome.” She shoved the screen door open. “Come in and keep me company.”

“All you had to do was ask for me.”

It's Wicked After Dark!!

So what do I want to share that's both wicked and after dark? Hmm... My latest release, a fun and very hot MM Faery tale, Savage Protector has some wicked hot action and smokin' love scenes. I'm going to share a snippet and what I need you to do is answer the question at the end of the post, leave your name and email and DONE! You're in the hat for... a swanky bracelet made by yours truly.

Forever Wicked: Savage Protector
Number in Series: 11
Author: Megan Slayer
BIN: 05994-01923
Word Count: 17K
Page Count: 56
Price: $3.99
Cover Artist: Reneé George
Genres: Erotic Romance, Novella, Futuristic, Dark Fantasy
Themes: Gay, Voyeurism, BDSM, Magic, Elves, Dragons and Magical Creatures, Werewolves

Sometimes it takes a strong man to get the job done.

Who knew walking in the woods would lead to the adventure of his life? Not Hans. Being held captive by robbers isn't his idea of fun, but there's a silver lining in the form of a hunky wolf shifter. Hans is coming into his own and realizing the depths of his brawn, but things aren't what they seem. Can Hans sort out his feelings for the wolf and defeat the forces working to keep them from their happily ever after before time runs out?

Available here!

And now for that excerpt!

A pair of arms hauled Hans to his feet, and he was dragged forward. The rooms whirred by. Something blue caught his attention. Where the hell was he?

“This is what you deserve for sticking your cock where it doesn’t belong,” Pietro screamed. A door slammed. “Fuck you.”

Hans plopped in a heap onto the floor.

“Fuck.” Pietro’s voice strained and something cracked. The snapping of plastic split the air. “Shit. Almost there. Goddess.” Pietro knelt next to Hans. “It worked. The collar is broken. Finally.”

Broken? Little by little, Hans regained his senses. He touched the thick piece of plastic about his neck. He looked up into the bluest set of eyes he’d ever seen. Had Pietro always had such beautiful eyes?

“Here. I can remove it now.” Cradling Hans between his legs, Pietro removed the collar. “There.”

“You didn’t have to.” Hans rubbed the tender skin. Freedom. Having the collar off wasn’t much, but he’d accept the small amount of liberty.

Pietro wrapped an arm around Hans and held him to his chest. “He beat you last year for escaping. You’re going to have to really plan out your attack when you try to escape this time, or he’ll beat you twice as hard. It’s his game.” He rubbed his cheek on the top of Hans’ head. “I’m sorry.”

Hans’ mind worked overtime. He sat up, albeit shakily, and placed his hand on Pietro’s chest. A spark shot from his hand to his groin, then up to his heart. Yes, Pietro would be dangerous to him, but so hard to resist. And why was Pietro being so nice to him?

“Don’t worry about it. I didn’t plan my strategy.” Hans scooted away from Pietro. “I’ll figure it out.”

“Hans.” Pietro closed the gap between them. “I don’t deserve a second thought from you. I should’ve helped you before when I could. I’m sorry.”

Question is:
Who saved Hans?

Now don't forget. Leave your answer, your name, and your email to be entered. If you don't, we can add you to the prize here on the blog and you don't want to be left out! Grin.

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