Blatant Promo ~ Friday Fun with Megan!

I'm going to be bad and blatantly promo my own work today. It's Friday. It's fun and it's gross out, so why not snuggle up with a good book? Like one of mine? Grin. I'm still with Kealie cooking up a surprise for everyone for Halloween. BUt for now, why not try Savage Protector. Here's a little bit about it and an excerpt!

Forever Wicked: Savage Protector

Number in Series: 11
Author: Megan Slayer
BIN: 05994-01923
Word Count: 17K
Page Count: 56
Price: $3.99
Release Date: October 12, 2012
Editor: Katriena Knights
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!

EXCERPT TIME!!

"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." His shoulders sagged and he closed his eyes. "You have the books and the knowledge from the stuff your mom had you study. You have the brains and strength to beat them all. But that rat bastard gets off on seeing you in distress. He's winning at this game. Don't let him win." He opened his eyes. "Use that big old heart and your brain, and you will destroy him."

"What about you? Why are you telling me this?"

"I like you, Hans. More than I should. I know you figured me out. I came into this group because I thought I liked danger. What I liked was you."

Liked him? Big old heart? Pietro had to be toying with him. "I won't tell you when I'll strike. You'll use it against me."

"I understand. You're right, I could." He sighed. "Trust must be earned. Starting today, I'm ready to earn yours."

Uh-huh. Hans fell backwards onto the heap of blankets he called a bed. If there was going to be a fight, then he'd plan out precisely when he'd strike. If Pietro wanted to help, he could help when the shit hit the fan. No more allowing the filthy Captain to win. He'd make sure payback was a royal bitch.

"Hans."

He turned to face Pietro, who helped Hans out of his shirt. He smoothed one hand across Hans' chest. He licked his bottom lip and dragged his teeth over the blood-engorged skin.

Hans had seen Pietro a thousand times, but never expected him to want anything more than awkward friendship. He shivered into Pietro's touch. "What are you doing?"

Pietro popped the button on Hans' jeans. "Attempting to help you recover." He slid his hand under the denim and wrapped his fingers around Hans' cock. "Am I helping?"

"Yeah," Hans replied. His mouth ran dry, and his dick pressed hard into his jeans. He grabbed the waistband of his pants and shoved. A streak of pain ricocheted down his ribs. "Fuck."

"That can't be from me doing a good job." Pietro stood and tugged the legs of the jeans down Hans' hips, leaving Hans bare. "Bastard bruised your ribs."

"I'll live." He reached for Pietro. "Come here."

Five Sentence Friday Fun With Megan!

tradigi / 123RF Stock Photo

Five Sentences from my WIP, currently entitled, Tumbling. Might be the title, might end up changing it. Not sure. Anyway, enjoy!!

“You. I want you.” Aiden bridged the gap between them and thrust his fingers into Dylan’s hair. He swiped his tongue across Dylan’s bottom lip, then pressed his body flush into Dylan’s. When Dylan gasped, Aiden took the kiss farther and stroked Dylan’s tongue with his own.

When Watching Football...

Now I can't pepper this post with pictures as I don't have any NFL photographs that I own the rights to, but in this instance, no pictures works.

Okay, so I'm watching football - I never realized there was football (NFL) on Thursday night until the playoffs...shows you what I know - and I'm listening to the game. Not really watching it as I'm trying to write. I came to a realization. This game is PEPPERED with dirty words and phrases.

I had a friend tell me they weren't impressed by my writing hot. "Anything erotic doesn't hold water with me. There are some things that are sacred. Romance is not erotic." I wanted to shake the friend, only because it showed an ignorant attitude. All romance, IMHO, cannot be sweet. To be real, there will be moments when it's hot, when it's painful, when it's sweet and when it's racy. But I digress...

So anyway, I'm listening to the game and I hear things like:

"Took it hard up the middle"

"He needed to get his hands in there deep."

"Close coverage and he's nice and tight in the pocket."

"Double teamed on the ground."

Now you tell me, how is this NOT dirty? So that's where my brain is going to a MM and lots of tussling on the ground. Hey, I've got my mind down in the sewer and it's a good place to be. Grin. Come join me?

It's Coming!!!!

A snippet of Wild Flower, because I can! We get to pimp so many fantastic new works here on the Menagerie and I thought I'd spotlight my upcoming novella, which happens to be Glow, Book 5!!!

Wild Flower

Number in Series: 5
Author: Megan Slayer
BIN: 05874-01884
Word Count: 17K
Page Count: 58
Price: $3.99
Release Date: August 10, 2012
Editor: Katriena Knights
Cover Artist: Reneé George
Genres and Themes: Erotic Romance, Novella, Paranormal, Magic, Werewolves

She's the key to his destiny, if he's willing to embrace a position of power.

Ansen doesn't believe he's alpha material. He lives life on his own terms and keeps feelings out of the equation -- until a chance meeting at a Glow concert turns his world upside down.

Willow likes having all access to her favorite band. She lives in the shadows and keeps the band's fan site running without fail. But one glimpse of the dark stranger proves there's more to life than a laptop screen.

But is he too much of a gamble if her heart is the ultimate prize?

Available here!

EXCERPT TIME!!

“I wasn’t ready for the night to end.” Mr. Handsome threaded his fingers into her hair and brushed his forehead against hers. “Crazy, huh?”

“The night doesn’t have to end yet. Come on.” Willow knew the Smithson Arena like the back of her hand. The closest exit was in the same hallway as an alcove with a cleaning closet. “Are you game?”

“Hell, yes.”

Good thing she’d decided to wear the skirt instead of her normal jeans. Hand in hand, Willow led him to one of the alcoves in the venue. Few people would venture that far down the hallway. Willow backed him against the wall and clutched his shirt. He wore all black, just like the color of his hair. In the bright fluorescent light, he embodied her interpretation of walking sin.

“Don’t want to miss this.” Willow shoved him into the wall and pressed her lips to his. She thrust her hands up under his shirt and explored the contours of his chest.

Mr. Handsome moaned into her mouth and dug his nails into her bottom. His tongue tangled with hers. Willow sucked on him, mimicking what she’d do with his cock. He clutched her skirt and groaned. With her in his embrace, he turned her around and pinned her between his body and the cool concrete wall. Her phone jabbed into her hip, but she didn’t care. She’d passed up too many perfectly good opportunities in favor of being cautious.

He broke the kiss first. “Need you.”

Friday Fun with Megan

It's Friday the 13th and well, for some, this is a crummy day. For me? It's another day. But since I thought we all needed some fun today, here's some white hot fun for Friday!

Did that make the day fun? Hotter? Well, then I did my job. Grin.

Just One of Those Things

All I wanted to do was put books on my reader for DH to read them. Yep. That simple. Of course, it wasn't that simple. Nope. So what happened? Glad you asked. I wanted to add the books I'd written to the ereader because DH takes the reader to work. He reads at lunch. Sometimes I'm not sure how he does it because some of those are darned hot. Anyway, that's what I wanted to do.

I plugged in the reader. Accessed the program. Score and score. I grab the title and proceed to drag and drop it into the reader file. WHAM! Nothing happened. "Transfered 0 of 1 files" Well, crap. Tried again. Like four times. Same thing every time.

I could've given up and moved onto something else. I could've. I didn't. Why? I hate giving up. So I went to the instruction manual. "File Corrupt" GRRRRRRR!!

Fine. I go to the website. I figure that if they have customer service, then I'm heading there. Thankfully it was free customer service. I've seen plenty of places that have 'free' customer service, unless you haven't bought an extended service plan. Then you're just stuck. So I got lucky. Connected to the CS person and got the situtation sorted out. Only took me another hour to do so, but hey, it's fixed.

I'm not sure what all was wrong, but I can put the books on and all is well. I've got stories to work on and things to do tonight. But isn't it funny how one thing can spiral into a couple hours of work you never expected to spend? Just one of those things...

Fun Friday Silliness with Kealie

I had to share this clip with y'all. Nothing sexy about it, but it makes me laugh. Especially Patrick Dempsey's side comments as they go through it, "Wait, he knows the song too?" And you know you want to get up and dance with her too! Those of you who know me, know I totally would be in the middle of this! Enjoy:

RELEASE DAY!! Down to Earth ~ Out Now!

IT's official. The third in the Glow Band books is out today! Yep. And you can get it in audio form. Woo hoo!! So what's it called? Down to Earth. Where can you get a copy? Right here or click the banner. Read on for more!


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.

Contains a little lovin, lots of male nakedness and an Earth Elemental who drives a certain guitarist berserk.

Get yours here!
Excerpt anyone? Good! Read on!

"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.

Sure, she'd wondered what it might be like to tangle herself up in his arms, but the moment he opened his mouth all bets were off. Abrasive was a mild way to describe him. Always with a wisecrack or caustic comment. He might have the mouth of a jerk, but was he always destructive?

He couldn't possibly be the fool that trashed her bike. Zac and Luc had so much more sense than to associate with someone so Ike-ish. Any other words failed to describe him.

"Don't park a bike in a parking spot. Those are for the real vehicles." Ike shook his head and placed his guitar back in its stand. "There's a couple of poles I can think of that need decorating. We could put your bike there as folk art." He chuckled and stood. "Seriously, what's she doing here? I've got the solos down just fine."

Tallulah fumbled with her words. She had every right to be there. Zac had personally asked her to play the mirror line on "Crumbled." Luc wanted her to do some dulcimer work for "Every Little Piece." She glanced at the fresh flowers sitting in the vase on the piano. The blossoms opened wider, with brighter colors. Oh, Goddess. Who the hell was her element reacting to?

"We arranged for her to be here." Zac sighed. "I didn't want to double track. She's adding color to a couple of the songs. Got a problem with that?" He stood and folded his arms.

Although he drove her berserk, of the two Tallulah preferred Ike. He had an air of raw sexuality. Zac was hot, no doubt, but his attention was hyper-focused on his wife, Atria. Not that Tallulah minded. Once she got to know Attie, she loved the fire elemental like a sister. But to see Zac go toe-to-toe with Ike was indeed interesting.

"The only pussy in this band was Slash. What the fuck?" Ike glanced in her general direction, and his lips curved down into a sneer. "God damned changes."

Zac nudged Ike out of Tallulah's earshot. Whatever he said, Zac's steely expression never changed. Ike's ears burned a bright crimson, and his fingers flexed on his belt loops.

Great. Make him hate me more. Tallulah groaned and sat down on the nearest stool. I just wanted to play music, not join the damned band.

"He's under a lot of stress ever since he saw the play list last week." Luc plopped down beside her and crossed his ankles. "He won't say what's pissed him off, but we know he's not being himself."

"How can you tell? He's an asshole as usual." She snorted. "Never mind. It's none of my business."

"Actually, it's very much your concern." Luc folded his arms and dropped his voice. "We need the line on "Piece" to match exactly. No variations, no little jaunts. I love Ike like he was my blood, but I have a precise vision for this song. He's been hesitant to go along with it because I think he's afraid to be outdone. Oh, and he hates being double tracked."

Hated double tracking? Good grief. Afraid to be outdone? She shrugged. "Whatever. He made the cover of Rock Monthly three years straight as Guitar Hero of the Year. I am no competition. I'm no one."

"Whatever." Luc yawned. "It's the ones you don't see coming that knock you down the fastest." He snapped his fingers. "Dude. Zac." Scampering off the stool, Luc stood. "I've got the line."

Before she knew what was happening, Luc streaked over to the piano. Zac strode to his side and leaned on the piano lid. Whatever they were in the middle of, no one in the room mattered to them. Fine by her. Maybe she'd be able to slip out to call the bike shop to fix what was left of her mountain bike. Anything had to be better than being in a room with Ike, the truckloads of hate he had for her, and the irritating way her element reacted to him being there.

Tallulah smoothed a lock of her hair between her fingers, then clicked her guitar case closed. Forget this. She didn't need the headaches. Case in hand, she strode into the foyer and stared out over the city. Plumes of smoke wafted from the steel yards. Lights flickered on the skyscrapers as the rest of the world worked hard. The sun cast purplish light over the landscape. March snow fluttered past the window in tiny flecks. She might have grown up in Cleveland, but there were moments she longed to run away to the country, to run through open fields and not see a tall building for miles.

To have a natural landscape... impossible.

Being an earth elemental wasn't what it was cracked up to be. Environmental disasters bothered her more than physical harm. Hell, it felt like physical harm. Atria and Zac tried to understand. More than most, Zac got her pain. His element was in constant flux. But still. Understanding meant zilch if he wasn't the person intended to be her counterpart. Unlike Zac, Attie, and Tay, she hadn't found her counterpart, and the way things went for her, he wasn't likely out there anyway.

Too bad Ike was such a dick. Probably didn't even remember the concert when he'd pulled her on stage. A shiver skated up her spine. Just the thought of him left her hot and cold. She knew his reputation and the way he held himself on stage. What would it be like to get lost in his arms? To feel his breath on the back of her neck as they tried every position in the Kama Sutra? Dear Goddess, it would feel like heaven... unless his actual persona matched the stage reputation.

Friday Fun with Megan - Movie Fun!

Gonna share one of my favorite movies and one of the things I watch when I get stuck. Not because it inspires me, but because it puts me in a great mood.



And yes, Murdoch is my favorite.

I Want Love!

Shared this because there's tons of Valentine's Day blog hops around and well, I want your blog hop love, too. Sure! Check out my blog for more details. But enjoy the video right now. Love this song! And who doesn't love Robert Downey Jr?

I Hear There's a Big Game This Weekend...

I thought I'd share some hot Football hunks. Forgive me if I don't know the names. But really, do you need names with bodies like these?








Enjoy!!!

COLD!!! (part two)

You're probably confused. Part two? Well, I ranted about it being cold and people driving in snow over on my blog. You can read it here. But right now I thought I'd share a little bit of what warmed me up. Grin.


Warming you up yet? He's doing wonders for me. Grin. Happy Friday!

At the Risk of Being Blunt...

I've been really thinkin'

And

I got nuthin' today.

Nil, nada, zip, zilch.

Can you say done tuckered out?

Yeah, well... curling up with this wouldn't hurt.

Okay, I guess I had something after all. Grin.

Just a Little Stuck...

You're probably looking at the title of this post and thinking, gee, where is she stuck? Yeah, it's a strange way to start a post, but it's a start anyway.

So where am I stuck?

I'm at the critical part of my latest WIP. The love scene. Now don't get me wrong. I love to write hot and these two are begging to get hot. The thing is, and I'm sure the girls will agree with me, you can't just write hot on the spur of the moment. You have to be in a mood to write it. Just saying, I'm gonna write it and making yourself do it and letting the love flow the way it's naturally going to flow is like being at opposite ends of a spectrum. I want to write it, but if I force it, then it won't be sexy or fun. It won't flow. It will sound tight and not in a good way. So I'll let it run for now.

But, I've got a surprise in store for you. What is it you say? Why, the new cover for Fallen, coming in January from Changeling Press. Yep. I'm pretty sure I drove the cover artist berserk being particular, but I am completely thrilled with the outcome and am so happy to share it with you.


Here's the blurb to tide you over until January...

He's her salvation if she's willing to lose her wings all over again.

Livia was cast out of heaven for the crime of falling in love with a human. So what's a fallen angel to do when she meets the man of her dreams? Falling certainly has its perks.

Ty didn't expect the angel at his party to be fallen or to have a murky past. He also didn't expect her to end up in his arms. Now he's not about to let the past stand in the way of their future.

Did You Ever....

Did you ever do something so totally foolish and out of your personality that the moment you did it you thought, gee, why did I do this?

What am I talking about you may ask? I'll be general, but this.

I usually at least look at the person I'm friending when I accept a friend request. You never know who might want to friend you. I like to friend readers/writers/potential readers etc. So this person sends me a request.

Seems harmless enough.

I check the pics out and this person looks harmless enough. So I hit accept. Don't want to discourage a potential reader or faithful reader or whatever.

That's when it got strange.

The person wanted to chat. Fair enough. I chatted. But then this person started asking questions. Was I married? Did my kids live with me? Where did I live?

Um...yeah... I'm a pretty open person and I don't really hold much back. But if I've JUST been friended by you and I really don't know you...um sorry. I'm not just going to tell you my street address and blood type.

I had this odd feeling at the time that it wasn't a good idea to hit accept. Was this person dangerous? Probably not, but what if?

Have you ever done something like that? Something you knew in your gut wasn't real smart and then had to take it back? Just wondered if I'm the lone stupid one.

Is MM More Mainstream or Are We More Tolerant?

I wasn't sure what to write about this week, but this crossed my mind. Why? I'm seeing a lot more MM becoming more mainstream. That's awesome.

But I wondered if it was that the gay culture is more mainstream or is it that we as a people are more tolerant?

I was watching American Horror Story and love the gay couple subplot. It's great and it shows the characters (IMHO) in a natural light. Yes, they fight. Yes, they get silly, but you feel the fading love they had for each other. Plus it's kinda fun to watch them spar.

Now this isn't the only gay show on tv. Sheesh. Far from it. Logo is all about LBGT. That's fantastic. There's the A-List NY and Dallas, both of which crack me up because those manly men (and this is meant in all love and respect) are so girly sometimes it's hilarious.

There are the designers on Project Runway and the characters that crop up on prime time.

This also translates into books. MM is really, REALLY big right now. I'm glad. I love those stories. Its a romance and men are doing hinky things, I'm there.

Now I wonder, and feel free to chime in on this, is it that we are more tolerant and accepting of everyone or is it a bit of market chasing? Okay, so people tune in when there are gay couples. That's fine. They buy MM books because they want to broaden their spectrum. Fabulous. Now we see the statistics for books and flix with MM in them. The numbers can be staggering. People want their gay men. But when is the story/show less about the characters and more about the titillation?

There are a lot of authors out there who write quality MM work. They tackle tough LBGT issues and really make a statement. There are those who can write MM angst like no one's business.

Then there are those stories where it sure seems like Johnny was originally June and made a Johnny because the story would sell better.

There's lots of authors who are strictly or mainly MM writers. But there's a lot more wandering over. They are dabbling. Is this because they truly want to write MM or because they are, and I hate this phrase, market chasing? I had a friend who generally writes sensual romance. This person doesn't read or write erotic. When this person heard there is gold in them thar LBGT hills, the decision was made to write MM. Is this reason enough?

How do we stop this chasing and how do we ensure that the reader is getting quality work? I can tell you from personal experience, just because there are two men rather than a man and a woman, doesn't make it easier to sell the book to a house. It's not. In fact, lots of places who publish a lot of LBGT are really HARD to get into.

I'm glad.

What are your thoughts? Is it because it's more mainstream? Because we're more accepting? Or something else?

RANT!!! Those Black Friday Commericals!

Okay, I am not normally one to rant, but this really got on my nerves this year. The Black Friday commercials.

Commercials tend to be a source of humor for me. I loved the Nationwide commercials with Loren Wallace for the Nationwide Series for Nascar. Cracked me up. I could watch the Mayhem commercials until I'm blue. "I'm your blind spot" "I'm a hot jogger" "I'm a wind storm" Great stuff.

But this year's batch of Black Friday Commercials seriously drove me crazy. Why? Which ones?

The crazy target lady. Screaming at the ad because she's shocked at the good deals. I don't think I've ever screamed at an ad. Even when there's something I really want, I just circle and try to be there when it's available. Then she runs through the store...in heels. Um. Okay. So she wants to be in shape. Fine. But the last time someone ran in the store I was at, the person was trying to shoplift and run from the in-store cops.

Then there's the Kohls commercial. I'm a big advocate of do unto others as you'd have done to you. Why? Because. I have a child. Do I want him to go through a store, singing, and take things out of other people's carts? NO. Why? It's not courteous or polite and I'm sure they don't want it done to them. Oh and the big reason, IMHO?

Because it's TACKY.

I understand there is stuff you absolutely want. I get that people are willing to go to crazy lengths to get those things. I even kind of understand the need to sit outside a store for five days to be first in line.

We teach our kids not to cut in line, but on Black Friday it's okay? I'm sorry. It's still not okay. Shove elders? Still not okay.

Go do your shopping. Have a good time, but keep this in mind. The world won't end because you don't have a tablet, smart phone or whatever. And if your idea of having a great holiday means being a jerk to someone else, then it would appear you've lost the idea of the season. Tis better to give than receive. Tis better to have the spirit of brotherly love and kindness towards men rather than acting like a spoiled brat because you have to have a certain electronic device.

I've probably made people mad. Probably stepped on some toes. But, I can guarantee, I'll still open doors for those who are older than me (even if older by only a few moments) or younger than me. I won't poach something out of your cart. If I didn't act fast enough and get it from the display, then tough titties to me.

But that's just me.

Am I wrong to be irked with these commercials? I'm always willing to talk about it. Let me know.

I Wanted to Post Something Fun...

I don't have a lot today. But this is my favorite part of this movie:



Enjoy!

Release Day...A little Ditty... And the End of a Spotlight!

The Spotlight Continues at Whipped Cream. In fact, it's the last day. You'd better comment!

~ ~

So it's also a release day. Fire Woman is officially out today. Leave a comment and you're in the hat for a $5 GC to Changeling Press.

Here's the blurb for Fire Woman:

She’s everything he needs...if he can withstand the burn.

Atria Moline isn't your average photographer. She controls fire. Sounds fun, being able to scorch whenever you like? Think again. She's lonely and desperate for the touch of the man who can dance in her flame -- if she doesn't immolate him first.

Zac "Iceman" Frost controls the stage with his band Glow. He's not about to back down from Atria's challenge. He's got secrets of his own and his sights set on her.

Here's a excerpt:

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.

Damn.

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...

~ ~

And lastly, I had this song on the brain....

I'm dating myself by saying I remember when it came out and I have the CASSETTE.

Friday Fun with Megan - Friday Flirt for Fire Woman!!

Thought I'd share a bit of Fire Woman with you. I'm stoked because it comes out in....TWO WEEKS!!!!



Here's a Friday Flirt:



“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 façade 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, $I want to jump his bones and ride to Arizona.$ Dammit. “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.


Damn.


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.