Megan Slayer's Blog, page 54
March 2, 2012
Hanging Out over at the Menagerie!
Hanging out at the Menagerie and Celebrating my new release. Come on over!
March 1, 2012
Read an Ebook Week!
I'm challenging you to read an ebook. I'd love for it to be one of mine. Or Wendi's. Heck, just read one. As a reward for you, I'm giving away one title from my back list to a commenter who leaves the following: 1) the title of the book you read, 2) your name 3) email to contact you if you're chosen as the winner. I'd love for you to follow me here, on twitter, and on facebook, but it's not expected. So get reading and I'll announce the winner at the end of the week!
WIP Thursday ~ A RELEASE DAY!!
Today is the release day for my latest Glow Band novella, Down to Earth. Want to know more? Here you go!
Glow: Down to Earth
Number in Glow Band Series: 3
BIN: 05582-01788
Word Count: 18K
Page Count: 60
Price: $3.99
Release Date: March 2, 2012
Editor: Katriena Knights
Cover Artist: Marteeka Karland
Genres: Erotic Romance, Novella, Paranormal
Themes: Magic
Opposites attract? Are you kidding?
For Ike Clanton, having competition means winning. Best at the guitar, biggest ride, highest hair, most tattoos. Until he meets Tallulah. She's nothing like he wants, but she's everything he needs -- he just has to figure it out.
Tallulah never wanted to join Glow. She's there as a favor, and not to Ike. An Earth elemental and a rock star shouldn't mix, should they?
Add overzealous greenery and a heaping helping of ego to this mix and shake wildly. Maybe being down to earth isn't such a bad thing after all.
EXCERPT!!!!
"Which moron belongs to the monster truck?"
Tallulah shoved a lock of hair from her eyes. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't catch her breath. Some damned fool had driven over -- not beside but over -- her bike. Like it wasn't even there. She fisted her hands on her hips. Her dress swirled around her legs, sending a shiver through her body. Why the hell had she worn a dress when it was so freaking cold? At least she had pants in her bag.
"Guys, who belongs to the behemoth truck?" Her voice cracked on the last word. Damn it.
Wide-eyed, Zac "Ice Man" Frost and Luc Moline stared at her. Neither spoke, but a roar of laughter erupted on the far side of the recording room.
Gritting her teeth, Tallulah turned her attention to the cackler. A shred of her anger dissipated -- but not much. The laughter belonged to none other than the object of her desire and frustration, Ike Clanton. Six feet of solid muscle, wrapped in tattoos, muscles and leather. His hair, fixed in neon green spikes, added another six inches to his height. Compared to her five foot two, he was damned massive. When he played, he wowed arenas. Women literally fell at his feet, wanting a piece of the punk rock guitar god.
Almost every woman.
