Tasting Fire by Shelly Holt - Virtual Book Tour and Giveaway

The Menagerie welcomes Shelly Holt to the blog on her tour with Goddess Fish Promotions. We're excited to showcase her latest release for her paranormal romance, "Tasting Fire".

Even better, Shelly is giving away a $20 Starbucks GC to a randomly drawn commenter during her tour, so leave a comment here today and then follower her tour to increase your chances of winning. Her tour posts are listed here.

We asked Shelly one very important question: What physical attribute do you find most sexy and why?

Forget tight asses and long fluttering eyelashes, it's all about the forearms for me. I read a book on my Kindle I purchased to help me write love scenes. It's called (Just Fuck me! what women want men to know about taking control in the bedroom) by Eve Kingsley. This wonderfully illuminating book explains why women want men in a committed and trusting relationship to take control in the bedroom. According to the book women apparently want to be sexually dominated in the bedroom. They want to be laid on their backs and ravished. Outside the bedroom, of course is a whole different story!

After reading this book and thinking about what physical attributes I find most sexy for this essay, I have to agree. I believe deep down that is why I personally am attracted to a man with strong forearms. It's an indicator of physical strength, which translates later to domination in the bedroom. Why is it so hard to admit that as a woman you want to be dominated sexually? OK, here goes, I want to be sexually dominated in the bedroom. I said it, wow! the world didn't stop spinning. In fact nobody is even looking, even my cat is still snoring. Why was that so hard? I personally just published a paranormal romance with no less that five fully explicit love scenes. I shouldn't have these hang ups at this point. Maybe I was hiding behind my characters in Tasting Fire, but here it's all about me. Maybe it's not all about sex, maybe it's really about giving up control. I'll be the first to admit, I don't like giving up control of any aspect of my life. It was why I self-published in the first place. I had full editorial and artistic control over my book. That also meant I have full responsibility to edit, proof, and publicize it too.

Romance novels, mine included are all about the alpha male. In my novel Tasting Fire, my hero Kai Tenzin is very much an alpha male and takes charge in the bedroom. That shouldn't really surprise anybody, romance novels are not about real life they are a romantic fantasy. If you wanted to read about real men you would be reading chick lit or Men's Health. I believe reading romance is a safe way for women to give up that control and be dominated in the bedroom of their minds, if not in their houses.

In the end, sexual attraction for a woman is about feeling safe with a man, feeling desired in a sexual manner and being protected after the relationship is forged. If a man has skinny weak arms, at least on a subliminal wavelength we don't feel safe. In the real world, just because a man does have strong muscular forearms doesn't mean he is trustworthy or protective, but we are discussing sexual attraction not important social issues like trust and responsibility. We are all sometimes (some more than others) at the mercy of our hormones, but that doesn't mean you let them rule you. Common sense must balance those raging hormones, but for the bedroom of the mind and the one in my house, I'll try to let go a little more and not just on paper.

Shape-shifters have always walked the earth. Shrouded in myth and folklore, hiding in the shadows, watching and waiting. Advances in modern science are now about to reveal them to the world. Kai Tenzin is the self appointed leader of the Pari people. He and his kind evolved from the most reclusive predators on earth. They live and hunt in the most fearsome and rugged terrain known to man, the Himalayas. Kai leaves his small village where the mountains touch the heavens, determined to do anything to protect his people. When he is forced to enlist the aid of the beautiful American scientist Dr. Rae Hales, the last thing he expects to find is a woman who will ensnare his heart and endanger them all. Their action-packed adventure will take them around the world to discover the truth behind the legends and reveal the future of humanity.

“My name is Kai Tenzin. I was born in a village high in the Himalaya mountains of Tibet.

I am a Pari. My people are born with the ability to transform into the animal you call the Asian Snow Leopard. The Pari have been among you since the dawn of human civilization. We have seen humanity at its worst. We have watched from the safety of our mountains, as human tyrants unleashed their destructive fury and let the blood of the innocent flow freely over the land. For centuries we have cowered in fear of what horrors the human heart would unleash upon us if discovered. We always strived to know the animal within us, but we always considered humans to be the true beasts. We feared you and did not wish to know you.

I am guilty of that crime more than any others of my kind, and yet, I personally have seen human compassion in action. When it does happen, it is an act of such profound beauty, that the darkest place in the universe, namely, the human heart, can not hide the infinite luminescence that shines forth. You have it within each and every one of you to be a shining flame that brightens the darkest night. We should have had more faith in that. I should have had more faith in your humanity and my own. Instead, I chose to help my people to continue to hide in darkness.

We stole from you the chance to know us and hid where only hate and fear can grow. For that I apologize and can only ask for your forgiveness. I stand here today, humbly begging you for a second chance. If we possess the courage, together, we can open our hearts to each other.

My name is Shelly Holt and I live in the middle of the harsh and unforgiving Mojave desert. I write my stories looking out of a window that shows sweeping desert views. Outside is a barren and severe landscape, yet inside my head lives a world filled with exotic shape-shifters come to life, pulled from the pages of myth and legend, ready to entice and seduce any reader brave enough to take them on.

It's funny, I never wanted to be a writer! In 7th grade English, we were given an assignment. We were told to write an original poem and turn it in the next day. I was determined to turn in not a good poem, but a great poem. I spent the whole night working on it instead of watching my favorite show, The Waltons. (Hey! it was 1980.) I turned it in the next day. Apparently, I succeeded a little too well and was accused of copying it from a book. (1980 remember, no internet yet). The teacher stated and I quote "this is too good for a seventh grader, where did you copy it from?" Well, I didn't write for 30 years after that. In my 40's, after a life changing move to rural Nevada as a caregiver to my father, I realized I needed a way to earn a little money on the side. I did some research on the internet and read all about a certain little book, about a certain little college student and a handsome billionaire with some ahem! (issues.) I decided after reading that book, I could do that, and Tasting Fire was born. I'll admit it's been strange revisiting a talent buried deep inside for so long, forgotten, but apparently not lost. It's been an important journey and one I am quite thankful for and excited to see where it takes me.

Shelly Holt

P.S. Mr. Jordan, I really did write that poem!

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Marked by Rowan by Cutter Phoenix - Virtual Tour and Giveaway

The Menagerie welcomes Cutter Phoenix to the blog today on her tour with Goddess Fish Promotions!! We're excited to showcase her latest release, an erotic romance titled "Marked by Rowan" and visit with her.


Even better, the author will be awarding a $10 Freya's Bower GC to a randomly drawn commenter during her tour, so leave a comment here today and then follower her tour to increase your chances of winning. Her tour posts are listed here.

Now, on to the good stuff!

Describe yourself in three words.

Unstoppable. Determined. Humorous.

What’s your favorite love scene from a movie?

The Dracula movie with Wynona Ryder in it. The emotion in the romance scene always gets to me. It’s a classic example of how love can transcend time.

What’s your wildest fantasy?

I’m pretty tame when it comes to such things. I’m not a thrill-seeker nor do I like danger, so I suppose it would be dancing on a bar in something sexy for my husband...well, until I tripped or slipped and fell off the countertop in a heap of arms and legs. I am a big klutz, lol.

If you were to lose one of your senses, which would you rather lose and why?

Taste would be my first choice. I couldn’t stand not hearing my kids, husband or even birdsong, and I love all sorts of music. Seeing is our main sense, and I would be lost if I couldn’t feel my husband’s touch or my children and grandchildren hugging me back. If I gave up taste, I might not enjoy food any longer, but at least PMS cravings and sweets wouldn’t get the best of me, lol.

What is the naughtiest thing you did as a kid?

I can’t really think of anything terrible as a young kid, but when I was 18 I was working at a restaurant and using my mom’s car to get back and forth to my job. Well, one night I met a cool guy [snort! He was cool until I got to know him] and I went out with him. We went to a party and hung out all night. The next morning I pulled into our drive about 6 AM. I thought my mother was gonna kill me!

Quickies:

Boxers or Briefs? Boxers. They’re easier to get off, lol.

Top or Bottom? Only one choice? Jeez.

Pajamas or nude? PJs all the way. I hate having my backporch swing hanging out of the covers.

Hairy chests or smooth? Either, really. It depends on the rest of the package, lol.

Alpha or Beta? I’m gonna say alpha with one stipulation—if the alpha strikes me as a controlling jerk where the woman can’t have a say in something then he can take a flying leap. After that, I’ll switch to the beta since they’re usually sweeter.

Plagued by erotic dreams and frightening images of people in the throes of ecstasy, Justin questions his sexuality and his sanity. When he is menaced by a vagrant, Justin is saved by Rowan, a strange yet attractive man who seems to be able to read his mind and sense his most intimate desires. However, once Rowan invites him to dinner, Justin's life takes a turn for the bizarre mixed with so much sex and eroticism he can barely cope with it--but oh how he tries!

Troubled by his longing for both men and women, Justin finds himself seduced by Rowan. However, his new and unexpected lover possesses powers which force Justin into a realm where few mortals have traveled and even less have returned.

Justin watched in awe, his groin so hard he thought he’d come in his jeans. Naked people lay upon cushions and furs strewn about a large room lit by glowing lamps and amber candlelight. A group of four women and five men strained against one another, their bodies slicked with perspiration, groans and sighs loud in the chamber. Nearby, a woman perched on the edge of a chair as her lover thrust into her, his hips pumping rigorously, the soft lighting glimmering on his sweaty body. The woman ran her fingernails along the man’s back, leaving trails of blood that trickled along his skin and over his white ass. She screamed out her release, followed by her companions’ grunts of ecstasy. Justin fixated on the blood. He’d never seen anything so red, so frightening and yet so erotic.

“You’ll be mine soon,” a male voice whispered.

A sharp horn blast over the loading docks startled Justin out of the vision. Heart thrashing, he leaned against the tower of boxed toys he’d just finished stacking. The erotic and often frightening dreams and visions had escalated the past week. They’d started out sporadically, but now the images and scenes came to him so often Justin worried something was seriously wrong with him.

Once his pulse had returned to normal, he punched out and made his way through the employees coming and going for the shift change. He descended the steps of a loading platform, strode across a parking lot, and out onto the sidewalk. An angry sky loomed overhead. Thunder rumbled with a promise of rain, and a moist wind blew in from the nearby river. He managed to walk half of the ten blocks to his apartment before a fine mist began. Within minutes, it transformed into a torrential downpour. Justin muttered a choice profanity and quickened his pace.

He passed a ramshackle building known as a flophouse for prostitutes and druggies. In the doorway, a gaunt, gangly built man stood leaning against the threshold. A black duster that had seen better days hung on his spindly frame. Dirty white-blond hair hung out of the hood drawn over his head and down the open front of his coat in a mass of gnarled locks. He met Justin’s gaze as he passed.

At the sight of the loiterer’s strange eye color and wide, over-slanted eyes, an arrow of unease skewered Justin’s insides. The vagrant smiled—or was that a leer?—startling Justin with a mass of pointed and broken green-yellow teeth in his broad, thin-lipped mouth. He wondered if the man was diseased. Breaking eye contact, Justin hurried on his way and hoped the rain didn’t fall any harder.

An author of dark, erotic romance, Cutter Phoenix writes heterosexual and m/m romances and occasionally erotica. Readers will discover that Cutter enjoys penning different subgenres of romance, but whether the story is paranormal or contemporary, each book is laced with dark, romantic themes and layered with noir humor. Cutter also writes as Azura Ice and F.L. Bicknell.

Besides writing, Cutter enjoys the solitude of early mornings, paints, and reads just about anything.

Fans can reach Cutter here by posting a comment anywhere on http://cutterphoenix.wordpress.com or by sending an email to cutterphoenix@hotmail.com.

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Sunday Book Video - My Immortal by Wendi Zwaduk

What’s a girl to do when she finds out the man of her dreams is a 340 year old vampire?

Run like hell or offer her heart.

Being a vampire hasn’t been easy for Storm Richardson. He’s not programmed to kill or harm, unless he needs to feed. When he meets Stephanie “Stevie” Persing, he knows he’s found his mate. But if he crosses the line between work and play, he risks losing the only person who matters—her.

Stevie’s been in love with Storm since the moment she laid eyes on him. He’s brooding, intense, and her one weakness. But is her heart too steep a price to pay for his love, especially when she discovers his deepest secrets?

This book contains minimal scenes of rape in a flashback. Includes smokin’ hot sex in a hot tub, a pickup truck, and the shower.

Available here!

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What's New Wednesday ~ Miss Me Baby by Wendi Zwaduk

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Say you’ll haunt me, since I’ll never stop loving you.

Felicity Black never quite understood love. She worked her assets to get what she wanted and didn’t care who got in the way. Until she met John. He saw past her superficial self to the woman inside. Death separated her from John before she could tell him how she truly felt. Now she’s got her chance...just not in the way she expected.

John wanted Felicity to haunt him. She had been the only woman to stir not only his heart but his soul as well. But the woman claiming to be his lost love can’t be her... Felicity was dead. He has to decide whether to trust his gut or walk away from a new start.

Can a second chance at a first impression lead to love or a lifetime of heartbreak?

Reader Advisory: This story contains an out-of-body experience, voyeurism, spanking, rough sex, masturbation, and a chance for love to strike twice.

Available here!

What's New Wednesday ~ Miss Me Baby by Wendi Zwaduk

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Say you’ll haunt me, since I’ll never stop loving you.

Felicity Black never quite understood love. She worked her assets to get what she wanted and didn’t care who got in the way. Until she met John. He saw past her superficial self to the woman inside. Death separated her from John before she could tell him how she truly felt. Now she’s got her chance...just not in the way she expected.

John wanted Felicity to haunt him. She had been the only woman to stir not only his heart but his soul as well. But the woman claiming to be his lost love can’t be her... Felicity was dead. He has to decide whether to trust his gut or walk away from a new start.

Can a second chance at a first impression lead to love or a lifetime of heartbreak?

Reader Advisory: This story contains an out-of-body experience, voyeurism, spanking, rough sex, masturbation, and a chance for love to strike twice.

Available here!

The Soul Within by Nancy Adams - virtual tour and giveaway

The Menagerie welcomes Nancy Adams to the blog today on her tour with Goddess Fish Promotions!! Her book sounds really hot and super intriguing, and we're here to help get the word out.  She's sharing an exclusive excerpt with us today -- and if you visit the other stops on her tour, you'll get MORE!

Even better? If you comment here on this post, you might win a $20 Total-e-Bound or Amazon gift card! Who doesn't want that? Better, if you follow her tour, and keep commenting, you have more chances to win. All of her tour stops are listed here. Now, onto the good stuff!

Alex’s body is in a coma. His soul, however, is not. Desperate to become whole, he must first convince stubborn beauty Evening Sinclair that he is not dead.

For generations, the Sinclairs have been healers. Using a gentle touch to heal the body and a soothing word to heal the soul, Evening Sinclair is no different. Yet despite her secret abilities, Eve has a somewhat normal existence. She enjoys her small physiotherapy practice, dotes on her eight-year-old daughter and occasionally helps souls get back into their bodies-that is until Alex, with his brooding good looks and glowing eyes, appears in her kitchen.

Alex is desperate to get back into his body-two innocent lives depend on it. His only obstacle is Eve and her stubborn fear. Unfortunately for Eve, Alex is ruthless and just as stubborn. He will do whatever it takes to get what he wants. He will not 'go away' and no matter how much Eve tortures him with her lush body and perfect mouth, he will not change his mind. Eve will merge him, and if it takes him haunting her day and night, she will merge him back with a body-any body.

Guns raised, both men descended on the figure as it cowered in the corner of Rhodes’ private bathroom. Alex fixed his eyes on the target as he moved closer. Then stopped, stunned by what he saw. A woman. A pregnant woman. He grabbed Miles’ shoulder. “Wait.”

“What for?” Miles asked quickly.

The woman turned her face, showing her tear-stained brown eyes. Those beautiful eyes grew wide when she saw Miles. “Rick?” The woman called Miles by his cover name.

“What’s going on? Why did you…?” She couldn’t finish, tears slipped over onto her cheeks as her lips began to tremble.

Alex studied the woman. “Who is she?” And what is she doing here with Rhodes?

“Jillian Reid, Rhodes’ secretary.” Miles pulled his lips into a tight line and lowered his gun. “What are you doing here, Jillian?”

Alex watched Miles silently. Body tense, eyes flat, although, his voice did carry a slight emotional attachment. Something was off.

The woman sniffed and peeked at him between her fingers. “We were late coming out of a meeting and I had to catch up on a few things. I ended up missing my bus. Mr Rhodes said he would give me a ride home.” She sniffed again. “He said I could use his bathroom before we left, so I didn’t have to walk upstairs.” Her face crumbled a second time. “Why…why did you kill him, Rick?”

Miles raised his gun. The woman whimpered.

“Hey,” Alex warned. “You are seeing what I’m seeing, right?”

“We have the go to eliminate witnesses. She’s a witness.”

Nancy’s addiction for a good trash novel began in her late-teens when her grandmother gave her a bag of Harlequin Romance books. She was hooked and spent the next few years lurking in the dark corners of used bookstores searching for her next fix. Until, one marriage and two kids later, her own ideas had her jumping up at 3 am (much to her husband’s annoyance) and typing them into her laptop.

Besides her husband and children, Nancy has three passions, rearranging furniture, buying bed linens and, of course, writing. Nancy lives in Eastern Ontario with her family and two over sized lap dogs.

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In the Spotlight: The Soul Within by Nancy Adams - virtual tour and giveaway!

The Menagerie welcomes Nancy Adams to the blog today on her tour with Goddess Fish Promotions!! Her book sounds really hot and super intriguing, and we're here to help get the word out.

The coolest part? If you comment here on this post, you might win a $20 Total-e-Bound or Amazon gift card! Who doesn't want that? Better, if you follow her tour, and keep commenting, you have more chances to win. All of her tour stops are listed here. Now, onto the good stuff!

Alex’s body is in a coma. His soul, however, is not. Desperate to become whole, he must first convince stubborn beauty Evening Sinclair that he is not dead.

For generations, the Sinclairs have been healers. Using a gentle touch to heal the body and a soothing word to heal the soul, Evening Sinclair is no different. Yet despite her secret abilities, Eve has a somewhat normal existence. She enjoys her small physiotherapy practice, dotes on her eight-year-old daughter and occasionally helps souls get back into their bodies-that is until Alex, with his brooding good looks and glowing eyes, appears in her kitchen.

Alex is desperate to get back into his body-two innocent lives depend on it. His only obstacle is Eve and her stubborn fear. Unfortunately for Eve, Alex is ruthless and just as stubborn. He will do whatever it takes to get what he wants. He will not 'go away' and no matter how much Eve tortures him with her lush body and perfect mouth, he will not change his mind. Eve will merge him, and if it takes him haunting her day and night, she will merge him back with a body-any body.

“Go. Please,” she implored again. The look on her face caused him to frown. Not because she had recited those words, yet again, to him but because he was actually considering giving her what she wanted and leaving her alone. He wished he could give her that, but he wouldn’t. Besides, he didn’t like it when people lied to him and she was lying. She was capable of putting him back into his body—he read it on her face, in the movement of her hands and body.

The Guardian Project had spent long hours and millions of dollars teaching their soldiers how to read and interrupt body language. After all, if the people he hunted were on his kill list, they’d been good enough to avoid traditional police and military forces and he had to be better in order to stop them.

Deep in his gut he knew there was more—she wasn’t telling him the whole truth. Shit she wasn’t really telling him anything. It didn’t matter—he would not walk away just because Eve was scared. He would not let Miles kill Jillian. She and her baby would live.

He shook his head. “No.”

She closed her eyes and drew a deep breath. “I won’t help you.”

“Yes you will.” He took a step closer to her. “And I’m going to haunt you until you give me what I want.”

“Haunt me.” Her eyes grew wide as a shiver shook her from head to toe.

“Mmm.” He winked. “I’m not leaving your side until you put me back in my body.” Heavy footsteps echoed on the front porch.

“No,” she whispered, her eyebrows pressed together. “I won’t help you.”

“Yes. You. Will.”

Nancy’s addiction for a good trash novel began in her late-teens when her grandmother gave her a bag of Harlequin Romance books. She was hooked and spent the next few years lurking in the dark corners of used bookstores searching for her next fix. Until, one marriage and two kids later, her own ideas had her jumping up at 3 am (much to her husband’s annoyance) and typing them into her laptop.

Besides her husband and children, Nancy has three passions, rearranging furniture, buying bed linens and, of course, writing. Nancy lives in Eastern Ontario with her family and two over sized lap dogs.

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/#!/NancyAdams.scribblingseduction

Total-e-Bound author page: http://www.total-e-bound.com/authordetail.asp?A_ID=201

Release Day!! Always!!!

Nope can't tell I'm excited. :-)
I am. Grin. I have always loved Peter Pan and when I got the chance to write him grown up, yes, I know he's not supposed to grow up, I jumped at it. Changeling Press created a line of books called Forever Wicked. I'm glad to be part of the series. Always is my contribution. Read on and click the cover or the title for purchasing information!

Forever Wicked: Always - Megan Slayer
BIN: 05660-01813
Word Count: 18K
Page Count: 55
Genres: Erotic Romance, Novella, Paranormal, BDSM, spanking, biting, fetish, anal sex
Themes: Magic

Peter Pan grew up, all right.

Peter Pan was supposed to be the boy who never grew up. Then Neverland blew sky high. Now he's very much an adult and playing adult games. There's one woman he wants for his bed, his cuffs, his toys... yeah, he's ready to do all sorts of naughty things to Wendy. If he can find her.

Wendy Darling never expected Peter to come back. She'd grown up and moved on -- to write white-hot BDSM tales. Can her perfect Dom be the one man she never thought she'd see all grown up?

Here's a tasty little excerpt that's not safe for work, but so much fun to read.

"Wanna ride me?"
"Is that a trick question?" Her resistance blew all to hell. She'd keep her heart behind a wall, but she'd let him have his way with her body.
"I've got a better idea." He pulled her into his lap, having her straddle his thighs. "I've been away for too many nights. I owe you so much more than just a tour of a sex club for the Fae to fuck humans. I want you to see I'm all grown up. I want more than a business partner or a lover. I want you."
Wendy trailed her fingertips down his chest. The heat in his groin matched the need settling between her legs. She had to say something to test him one more time. "Don't say what you don't mean. You're not dressed to stick around."
Peter tugged the elastic from her hair and combed his fingers the tangled strands. "That's better. I land on my feet, remember? I'll manage." He sniffed the air. "Do you realize you smell like lemon?"
"Toilet cleaner. Sexy, I know." She rolled her eyes. "If you'd showed up half an hour later, I'd probably smell like the peony shower gel I use."
"I don't know. Lemon can be very sexy on the right woman." He brushed a lock of her hair from her eyes. "You wear it well."
"I do?"
"You wear it very well." He threaded his fingers in the hair at the base of her neck. "Very, very well."
His breath warmed her skin, and she fisted his shirt in her hand. Peter captured her mouth in a kiss. The tingles shot from her lips to her heart, to her toes, and back. His tongue speared between her lips. Wendy sucked on him, simulating sex with his tongue.
Peter broke the kiss first, but didn't relent from her. "You taste like sin," he puffed.
"Sin has a taste?"
"Considering you write about sex, I'd think you'd know." Peter swatted her ass with the flat of his hand. "Take off your shirt. I want to see you."
The tingle on her ass combined with the grit in his voice and resonated to her core. She yanked the shirt up over her head and tossed the discarded garment across the room.
Peter buried his face in her chest and groaned. His day-old whiskers scraped against her lace-covered breasts. Cream slickened her panties. He reached behind her and flicked the clasp on her bra. "I want this gone." He heaved the bra in the same direction as her shirt. "That's better. If I had my way, you'd never wear one again."
The chill of the night caressed her bare breasts. She shivered. Peter rubbed his cheek on her chest again and bit down on her nipple. Streaks of pleasure-pain ripped through her body. She tensed and smoothed her palms along his arms. Absorbed in the moment, she rocked on his lap and whimpered.
"Stop."
Wendy froze. Anticipation ricocheted through her veins. This was the part she loved -- her lover exerting control and her not knowing what he'd do next.
"No coming 'til I say so."

New Reviews!

Foxglove has love for Megan's work this week on Long and Short Erotic Reviews. I'm smilin'. 4.5 stars on both books. That's some love. Megan's books got some great quotes and well, read on.
Click here to go to LAS Erotic Reviews AFTER you read the post. :-)






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.

"As I said, this is a story of second chances. True ones like Livia and Ty and false ideas of trickery and evil intent aimed at Livia. Just when things look bad for our hero and heroine, forces at work help Livia find her true calling. This is a tale for those who like a bit of fantasy with their happily-ever-after."

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Raylan believed himself unworthy of love until he met Chase. Chase brought out Raylan’s natural need to control and the power to force submission. But time and distance make having a relationship hard. Can Raylan prove to Chase they have what it takes for love to last through this Christmas and every other Christmas for the rest of their lives?

Chase found the muse for his songs in Raylan. Each time they touch, kiss, make love, music fills his soul. But working odd gigs to make ends meet while Raylan photographs rock and roll royalty isn’t beneficial to Chase’s creativity. Can he convince Raylan they’re better off together than apart?

"Chase and Raylan are great together, but they are also major ‘drama queens’ where their emotions are involved. This is the story of a new relationship, and the pitfalls that can come between two people in love if they aren’t careful. I really enjoyed the little things these two did for each other, and there is one big surprise Raylan has for Chase that I don’t want to reveal here. But it is the high point of the story, that one perfect moment when you just know these two have something real and beautiful between them.

I recommend this to those who love happy ever after, but one warning: tissues and ice in equal measures are needed for this one."

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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.

Vampire Mine ~ Part One

After much thought and talk with the girls, I went with a vampire - I do know a lot about them, living with three - and well, why not. So here's part one. Read and enjoy!


copyright c.2011 Megan Slayer


“Vampire!”

Cyrus jerked up from his place at the bar. Vampire? Who squealed? Techno music blared and sweaty bodies gyrated before him. A rainbow of colors splashed all over the bar top and glittered on the hanging wine goblets and brandy snifters.

“Come on everyone and dance to the latest by Mamie Lala, Vampire.” The DJ worked the tables and switched the track. The first strains of the Mamie Lala song thumped the floor of the bar.

Cyrus rolled his eyes and resumed drying the tall boy beer glass. He didn’t exactly advertise his...persuasion. Once most women found out he was a vampire they wanted one of two things, to say they’d bedded a vampire or to run the other way. The last one to get to know him beyond his name and preferred blood type was Annabel and she left once she realized he couldn’t provide the things she wanted, like long walks in the sunshine or day trips in the convertible. And he wasn’t really interested in getting married in a church. Call him crazy but the possibility of immolation didn’t really sit well with him.

Candy, one of the waitresses wiggled up next to him. “Like this song?” She bumped him with her hip. “I liked War Horses better. Are you finally gonna ask me out tonight?”

Cyrus placed the glass right side up on the drying towel. “Well, hon, I’m actually thinking about cashing in when the night’s up. Not in a cheery mood.”

“You never are.” She drummed her fingers on the bar top. “Oh hell. He’s here again.” Candy dug her elbow into Cyrus’ side. “Since you refused, I’m asking him to dance.”

Cyrus looked in the direction she pointed. Oh hell was right. He wobbled on his feet for a moment. He’d hoped the guy would come back, but then again, he was a terrible judge of character. For all he knew the guy wasn’t even gay or bi.

Oh well. Right now he had drink orders to fill and more tall boys to wash.

“Beer please?”

Cyrus turned towards the voice, ready to get the order. Instead of a club kid or one of the waitresses, his mystery man smiled and tipped his bottle.

His heart hammered in his chest—odd since Cyrus didn’t really need it. He forced himself forward and flattened his hands on the bar top. “Draft, bottle or house?”

The man tilted his head towards the dance floor. “Your girl there hooked me up with a Bud. Got anything by the house that’s better?”

His girl? Crap. His brain didn’t want to work. What the hell did they have for beer?

“Buddy, stay with us. I just meant I wanted a new beer. You okay?”

Shit. He’d been staring way too long. Cyrus bumbled through the beer selections. “What’ll you have?”

“What do you suggest?”

“I’ll ask Candy. She’s tasted everything on the list and a few I didn’t know we had.”

“You don’t drink?”

Not anything with liquor in it. “Nah. Not any longer.”

As if on cue, Candy bounced up next to the mystery man and pressed her breasts into his shoulder. “Since neither of you want to take me home, why don’t you two go fuck each other.”

“Excuse me?”

“Oh Martin, stuff it—in Cyrus. You can say you had a vampire.” She giggled and shrugged. “Or not.” Giggling again, she flopped her hair over her shoulder.

“I see.” Martin averted his gaze. “Awkward.”

And thanks to Candy, his secret was out and his mystery man not interested.

Shit.

Fridays with Megan ~ News!!!!

So I have news!!! I sold Fire Woman my elemental I've been yakking about for what seems like ever, to Changeling Press. I am super stoked as I love the press, love the books, and the people are a riot.

So what is Fire Woman?


It's a short blurb, and unedited, so bear with me.

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.

Can they find love in each other’s arms before a threat from her past destroys their future?

Friday Fun ~ What If You Could Use Fire?

What if you could control fire? I don't mean start fires and be disrespectful. I'm talking about fire being part of you? Like a fire elemental.Your emotions are a measure of the flame. When you're happy and excited, it burns brighter. When you're sad or down, it's a tiny little flicker.
And what if you could somewhat control the flames? Like, say, singing someone's hair to get them out of the way? Well, I know I'd be pretty dangerous. Cut me off in traffic. POOF. Act rude? POOF. Cancel my favorite show? POOF. Yeah, I'd be dangerous.

In my latest WIP, my heroine controls fire. She's not real thrilled about it. See, her issue is when she makes love to a man, he tends to go up into flame. You guessed it. Poof! Gone! Ashes.

What's a girl to do? I mean, she'd like the affections of a handsome man. Especially if that handsome man is the tattooed, pierced, bassist for Glow, Zac Frost. Trust me, he's noticed her.

I can't tell you what happens next to Atria. She'd probably set me on fire if I did. But what if you could control an element, say, fire or water? What would you do?

Megan's Friday Post

So I decided instead of waiting and chewing my nails down to nubs...I'll start a new WIP. Yup. So, I grabbed Kealie and did a little fact finding on nymphs. Yeah, nymphs.

Atria. Fire Nymph.

I have the story outlined, so we'll see what happens...I'm rather excited. Think I'll cut this post short and get moving. Ta!

Book Video ~ Careless Whisper by Wendi Zwaduk

Our first book video of 2011!!



He’s her kinkiest desire, if she’s willing to open her heart and believe in him.
The dead don’t always rest in peace. Some stick around to make the lives of the living hell on Earth. Ryan Black knows the frustration of dealing with the dead. He’s a Ghost Explorer. He’s conquered houses filled with apparitions, abandoned school buildings that house angry vermin, and managed to woo the female population of Snake Falls, Ohio. But he’s about to face his toughest challenge, convincing sceptical Samara Jacobs she not only shares his gift, but holds his heart.

Women fall at Ryan Black’s feet and Samara’s determined not to be one of the many—that is until she’s forced to work with him. He’s certain ghosts exist and willing to prove it. The more she gets to know the man behind the television persona, she decides the handsome klutz who chases things that go bump in the night isn’t so silly after all. But is he worthy of her love?

This book contains anal sex and a little harmless domination.

Available Late February 2011 FROM TOTAL-E-BOUND!