Thursday, November 20, 2014

Cranberries and Spice Blog Hop is Here!

It's a hop and so much fun. 'Tis the season of thanks and giving thanks. I'm thankful I have two pen names--Wendi Zwaduk and Megan Slayer. That means I can write whatever the muse insists. Until this year, I hadn't been able to write a Thanksgiving story. I'm not sure why other than I never put my mind to it. As Megan Slayer, I've written a story about a character who hated the Thanksgiving holiday. He's got a pretty good reason, but can his partner turn his negative thoughts into positives?

Read on, but first, there's a contest. :-) You can win a prize pack, featuring a bracelet/earring set made by me, as well as signed swag and other goodies. Want to win it? Well all you have to do is comment on the post with what you're thankful for, your name and your email. You've got to leave all three because if I can't get in touch with you, I can't let you know if you won. Have fun and on with the excerpt!

Harvest Moon by Megan Slayer  

Moon Series, book 2
Also part of the Bleh! Turkey! Series
MLR Press
Contemporary, Paranormal, Holiday
Short Story
M/M, Anal Sex
What's a guy to do when the time to be with family is the time he dreads the most?

All Matt Green wants for Thanksgiving is to propose to his boyfriend in the most epic way he knows-in front of their families. There's only one catch. His boyfriend, Reed Jordan, doesn't do family gatherings. To be honest, Reed isn't wild about Thanksgiving, but he won't say why.

Matt's willing to do anything in order to get Reed to talk, but will it make the holiday perfect or or ruin all of Matt's plans? The Harvest Moon just might be the right omen to make everything all right.

Available Soon:

©Megan Slayer, 2014, All Rights Reserved

Reed stood at the counter. He’d told his boyfriend he’d be home at three. The way things were looking, he’d be more than an hour late. Damn it.
Beside him, his co-worker, Jagger, rang up a female customer with a little girl. The woman had bought a couple of Thanksgiving books. The brightly colored turkey and leaves on the top book caught Reed’s attention.
Thanksgiving. He didn’t mind giving thanks for the good things in his life. He also didn’t mind the food. What he hated were the gatherings. He wished the need to bring family to one house was not the rule. Maybe he was losing his mind, but he hated the togetherness. He’d been able to dodge the holiday for the last ten years, but since he’d met Matt, he knew he wasn’t going to get around the festivities for much longer. Matt liked family functions and preferred big parties. Reed wasn’t even sure a big family party was possible.
He finished typing out a reply email to the customer in search of an out-of-print book. Thankfully, the store had the book. He sent the customer the expected price and shipping options. He glanced at his watch once more. Less than two days until Thanksgiving. The store would be open on Wednesday, but he wasn’t working. If the customer needed the book, he could wait until Friday.
The last time he and Matt had talked about the holiday, Matt’s sister, Emily and her boyfriend were supposed to be spending the day with them. He could handle that. He liked Matt’s sister and loved her son, Nattie. Still, he wanted a small dinner, not a gigantic situation. He sighed. At least with Em and Matt, he wasn’t going to have to deal with accusations.
“I’m off until Friday morning,” Reed said to Jagger. “If there is a crisis, call me, but try not to have a crisis.”
“That’s the plan.” Jagger grinned. “You can trust us. We won’t let you down. Now go, so Matt doesn’t think you got lost.”


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Monday Morning Armchair Quarterback ~ Week Eleven

Phew! We managed to get past the Saints. Doesn't mean the rest of the season will be a breeze, but at least this was a win. :-) And now for some fun things... here are the Honorable Mentions from last week: 

"they shredded him."
Poor thing. Get him some ointment.

"a lot of mileage on those backs."
Which ones? Snicker.

"they stuffed the middle."
Oh good. I'm glad it wasn't on the side or something.

"gonna spend a lot of time together to develop that connection."
Romance hasn't died.

Ahh, the old romance isn't dead. Good to know. Now on to those football funnies of the week.

"can be accurate under pressure."
Was he super accurate before?

"they've been stuffed twice."
Sloppy Seconds!

"Doesn't need more motivation to dominate."
He's got that all figured out on his own.

"Still pushing the pile."
To make it do...what?

"Got handled."
And he liked it!

"forced out."
She wanted to demonstrate her tightness.

And now for that Doozy of the Week. I love these. These are so much fun.  

"Can put a smarter guy in there and he's gonna hold up just fine."
Does it really take smarts to do that? Just wondered.


Since you're reading this, I'll bring this up. There's a Bengals player whose daughter was diagnosed with cancer. A portion of his jersey sales are being donated to the Cincinnati Children's Hospital to help with cancer research. It's a great cause. I've ordered mine. Want to know more?

Thank you!

Andy Dalton, #14, Quarterback for the Cincinnati Bengals
By Melissa Batson (Own work) [CC-BY-SA-3.0
via Wikimedia Commons

Monday Morning Armchair Quarterback ~ Week Ten wasn't pretty. Hell, we completely stunk. Geesh. But, next week is a new week. On to something more fun.

Here are the Honorable Mentions from last week: 

"He's got a weapon and look at that weapon."
Well since he's whipping it out...don't mind if I do!

"brought in by the tight end."
For what exactly?

"Fires into traffic."
Is this a circle jerk but into the aisle or something?

"he has burned so many people for so many years."
He's never been good at returning phone calls.

"he rang their bell."
Well, he's evolving. He called.

Messy can be fun. Now on to those football funnies of the week.

"A little pick action."
He's trying to choose his partner.

"He only had 2 two weeks ago."
Whatever works.

"A lot of juice left in his tank."
Usually it's called gasoline...or lube.

"Great ball skills."
He knows what he's doing.

"0-4 today."
Awww, he struck out four times. Bummer.

"Pressure in the pocket."
As long as everyone is happy, I don't see an issue.

And now for that Doozy of the Week. I love these. These are so much fun.  

"Gotta get him some relief to get him off."
Seriously? They allowed him to say this in public? Hee hee!!


Since you're reading this, I'll bring this up. There's a Bengals player whose daughter was diagnosed with cancer. A portion of his jersey sales are being donated to the Cincinnati Children's Hospital to help with cancer research. It's a great cause. I've ordered mine. Want to know more?

Thank you!

Andy Dalton, #14, Quarterback for the Cincinnati Bengals
By Melissa Batson (Own work) [CC-BY-SA-3.0
via Wikimedia Commons

Wednesday, November 19, 2014

Kate Hill's St. Augustine's Silhouettes

A killer runs loose in a small American town. When free-spirited Katherine allies herself with a man dubbed Satan by the townsfolk, has she found the man of her dreams or has she fallen into the hands of a murderer?

Excerpt from St. Augustine's Silhouettes:

Moonlight bathed the empty streets as Katherine approached St. Augustine's oddity shop. Her hands trembled and part of her hoped he wouldn't be there.

A silver candelabrum holding three black tapers illuminated his pale face. He bent over the counter and wrote in a thick, leather-bound book.

His cloak draped over her arm, she raised her free hand to tap on the window but lost her courage. She was about to turn away when, as if by some otherworldly sense, he lifted his gaze to hers. She considered fleeing, but he was already halfway across the shop. Seconds later, he unlocked the door.

"Katherine Sinclair, what are you doing in my little portion of hell?" His soft voice was subtly mocking, though when she met his gaze she saw no real anger or contempt. "Still, it's after dark and no one will see, unless someone is spying."

She swallowed audibly, wondering if he somehow knew about her overhearing his conversation with Reverend Harmon. She convinced herself that she was overreacting because of the strange and disturbing events she'd recently witnessed, from being chased by the killer to learning about the good Reverend's bad behavior.

Her growing attraction to St. Augustine also unsettled her, particularly since she was no longer certain of his preferences. Perhaps the lovers and husbands of the town had misplaced hatred for Alister. Simply because the women found him beautiful didn't mean he desired them as well.

"I wanted to return this." She held the cloak out to him. She should have left immediately after he took it, but she couldn't resist glancing around him to better see the infamous shop.

"Come on." St. Augustine stepped aside, making a sweeping gesture with his hand. "A twilight showing for you alone, Miss Sinclair."

St. Augustine's Silhouettes
by Kate Hill
Format: Ebook
Heat Level: Traditional Romance
Pairing: M/F
Genre/Themes: Historical, Paranormal, Thriller
Length: 10,000-words
Cover Art:
St. Augustine's Silhouettes is available at

About Kate Hill

Always a fan of romance and the paranormal, Kate Hill started writing over twenty years ago for pleasure. Her first story, a short erotic vampire tale, was accepted for publication in 1996. Since then she has sold over one hundred short stories, novellas and novels. Kate also writes under the pen name Saloni Quinby.

When she's not working on her books, Kate enjoys reading, working out and spending time with her family and pets.

She enjoys hearing from readers and she can be contacted at Visit her online at and

Wednesday, November 5, 2014

A New Book from Lisa Carlisle - Rock My Senses!

Rock My Senses by Lisa Carlisle  

Computer geek by day, by night Mike Harvey becomes outlandish guitarist Chee Keydood
for rock band Velvet Cocks. Spotting two women kissing in a club, he thinks
he’s in luck.

Allana Miles isn’t sure what came over her, but she sure as hell recognizes
Chee and can’t believe he doesn’t remember her from their one-night stand.
But she has no time to think about him—she’s too busy opening her own yoga
studio to get involved in a relationship.

When they meet again at a New Year’s party, their attraction reignites, too
hot to ignore. But they’ve got issues to overcome. Allana catches glimpses
of the man behind the fa├žade, but doesn’t think they can fit into each
other’s lives even though the sex is great. Mike has always known he’s a
bit different, but is shocked to discover his real nature. Will he be able
to protect Allana from danger and convince her to take a chance on him?

*A Romantica® paranormal erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave*

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Tuesday, November 4, 2014

Out Now! You Have Me #vampire #romance #bdsm

You Have Me by WendI Zwaduk  

Battle Scars Book 1

Turquoise Morning Press

Contemporary, Paranormal



M/F, BDSM, Anal Sex, Spanking, Toys

When the rest of the world crumbles and fails, you have me. 

Kynan Laing gave up his mortal soul to the will of the Sources, the ancient beings in charge of the universe. With the sensual grace and speed in his vampire form, he serves in his role as a Protector for the Supernatural world. But the impending war between the Supers and Hunters is heating up. The woman he’s charged to protect is all grown up and everything he wants. Can he keep his heart under wraps while keeping her safe? 

Alexa Mercury doesn’t know why she’s supposed to trust the vampire, but she does. Even when she pushed him away, Kynan watches over her. She craves him like no other, even if he is a Supernatural creature of the night. When circumstances beyond her control force them together, Lexa will have to decide whether to offer her heart to the vampire or risk her very soul. 
Available Here:
©Wendi Zwaduk, 2014, all rights reserved

He tipped his head, listening to Alexa’s thoughts. Her boyfriend was coming over. He growled. The jackass she dated deserved a fate worse than death. He treated Lexa like garbage, but until she called Kynan, he had no right to step in. Christ, he wanted to free her from the asshole’s grip. No woman deserved to be hit.
Still, she hadn’t called for him to save her.
Kynan sniffed the air. Her perfume twisted on the wind. Screw it. He’d waited ten years for the woman he loved. No more standing by. He assumed invisibility once more and made his way across town to her apartment. Light glowed in her bedroom window and her voice drifted to where he hid in the tree.
Each day he spent away from her, he died a tiny death. Sure, he was one of the undead, but he still craved her. If he didn’t fulfill the will of the Sources, he’d meet his final death.
Alexa crossed her bedroom once more, a huge dildo in hand. Kynan bit back a curse. He knew her so well and wished it were him using the toys on her. She waved the dong at her roommate.
“Have you ever realized you’re in a bad situation, but you don’t know how to get out?” Lexa plopped on her bed and held the toy in both hands. “V, I don’t love him.”
Vanessa leaned on the doorframe. “I think he’s dirt. What about your high school sweetheart? Isn’t he still around? In a band or something?”
Kynan gripped the branch of the tree. Her high school sweetheart? He knew who she dated in school and none of them were first love status.
“I can’t.” Lexa shook her head. “I’m ashamed. He’d see what I’ve become wouldn’t work.”
“Why?” Vanessa strode into the bedroom. She picked up the dildo. “You do what you want with this, but this sucker is freaking huge.” She giggled then sobered when Lexa didn’t laugh with her. “Hey, I’ve got a kinky side, too.  I know how you feel about the bondage. It’s freeing, even if you’re all tied up. But this jerk parades you around. He doesn’t respect you. Dump him already. Being alone has got to be better than being treated like dirt.”
“Or call my name,” Kynan whispered. He knew what she did with her boyfriend, Dante. Nothing turned him on more than seeing Lexa’s naked body on display, but the moment the boyfriend walked into the frame, Kynan’s desire turned to rage. He recognized the man she’d taken up with. Dante, otherwise known as Brad Bowman, vampire hunter.
“Fuck,” Kynan grunted. Brad, or Dante as she knew him, didn’t date anyone. The bastard picked his partners based on what they could give him.
Did Lexa know the truth about the socialite-slash-hunter? Probably not. She didn’t strike Kynan as the blissfully ignorant type. Despite his better judgment, he peered into her mind. The more Brad touched her, the more she visualized…Kynan?
Holy shit.
Kynan gripped the tree branch tighter. He shouldn’t play the role of a voyeur, but he’d been charged with protecting her. His heart—his emotional one, not the true one he’d lost years before—ached for her. He wanted to the be the one holding and caressing her, the one who tied her up and made her scream his name. He’d bide his time for now. Once Alexa called to him, he’d step out of the shadows and take what he wanted.

Monday, November 3, 2014

Monday Morning Armchair Quarterback ~ Week Nine!

Party time! The Bengals won again. It was messy, but they did it. 
I'm glad. Whew. Now it's off to stomp those Browns on Thursday!

Here are the Honorable Mentions from last week: 

"He got his hand under it."
Cupping is a good thing!

"He's getting it."
Define "it".

"Fires into traffic."
Is this a circle jerk but into the aisle or something?

"Over the middle and to the back of the zone."
As long as she's happy, hitting the zone is always good.

"He buys time--it creates openings."

Messy can be fun. Now on to those football funnies of the week.

"That kind of velocity on balls."
I take it he really goes from man to man to man.

"Diverse offensive package."
Whatever works.

"Forced it back inside."
Power play. Nice.

"Seeking space."
I take it he wants one that's broken in.

"A wide open tight end."
Isn't that an oxymoron?

"Deep forward penetration."
As long as everyone is happy, I don't see an issue.

And now for that Doozy of the Week. I love these. These are so much fun.  

"Just a whiff."
Seriously? This sounds gross. Unless smell play is a thing. I'm not sure. Hmm...


Since you're reading this, I'll bring this up. There's a Bengals player whose daughter was diagnosed with cancer. A portion of his jersey sales are being donated to the Cincinnati Children's Hospital to help with cancer research. It's a great cause. I've ordered mine. Want to know more?

Thank you!

Andy Dalton, #14, Quarterback for the Cincinnati Bengals
By Melissa Batson (Own work) [CC-BY-SA-3.0
via Wikimedia Commons

Monday Morning Armchair Quarterback ~ Week Eight (Late...)

Ever have one of those weeks where nothing seems to go the way you planned? It's not bad, but it's...frustrating. I'm there. It's getting better, though. 
The Bengals won, so I cannot complain. :-)

Here are the Honorable Mentions from last week: 

"a huge lift."
It's that big he needs it lifted?

"take it deep in the hole and cut."
Ouch. I'm sorry. What are we cutting?

"banged out of bounds."
Interesting. This needs pictures.

"big hole exploited."
By? This needs clarification.

"If you gave me ten shots at that, I would've caught it."
Confidence is a good thing.

Can't knock confidence. Now on to those football funnies of the week.

"tight game."
He's hot. He's got game. 

"Got his hand on it."
Better his dick, but a hand is good.

"Has to stay inside"
Pregnancy plan?

"Second time it's blown up in these two tight ends."
Wow. Okay...wonder what that looks like? Something that lights up?

"Getting after those tight ends"
Someone has to do it.

"Proven he can be dominant in his time."
And his sub appreciates it.

And now for that Doozy of the Week. I love these. These are so much fun.  

"Ripping across those tight ends."
He must be the one who gets to break in the tight ends.


Since you're reading this, I'll bring this up. There's a Bengals player whose daughter was diagnosed with cancer. A portion of his jersey sales are being donated to the Cincinnati Children's Hospital to help with cancer research. It's a great cause. I've ordered mine. Want to know more?

Thank you!

Andy Dalton, #14, Quarterback for the Cincinnati Bengals
By Melissa Batson (Own work) [CC-BY-SA-3.0
via Wikimedia Commons

Sunday, October 26, 2014

INTIMATE DETAILS by Tina Donahue ... and a contest!


by Tina Donahue

Buy Links:

AVAILABLE: Tuesday, November 4th
This title is offered at a 10% discount. Offer ends midnight CST, November 11th


As a computer hacker, she demands justice.
As a woman, she craves two powerful and commanding men.

Shana’s been hacking one of Manhattan’s most corrupt executives, making him pay for what he’s done to his victims. Using her skills, she convinces Mike and Cody to hire her at their intelligence-gathering firm, where intimate details help their clients.
Never has Mike met a woman as delicious as Shana. Smart as hell, curvy and assured, she’d be a delightful challenge in bed. Cody’s carnal hunger is equally intense. He and Mike want to know everything about her.
She won’t divulge the secrets of her past. All she can offer is unquenchable desire and her heart.

During weeks of shameless lust and pleasure, Mike and Cody peel away the layers of Shana’s life. The stunning truth changes everything. They’ll do all that they can to keep her safe…and in their arms.

Excerpt #1:

Neither Mike Russo nor Cody Latham had expected her to show up in their conference room.
Of course, they wouldn’t have, given the various laws she’d broken to be here.
Shana Gallagher’s pulse ticked up another notch at that and their good looks. Virile and commanding. They were deliciously hot and smart, having once worked in military intelligence.
Mike, the proverbially tall, dark and handsome hunk, had found his way into government via his MIT training. He’d left DC five years ago to start his own firm. Now thirty-three, he regarded Shana with momentary surprise then male interest as his attention raked over her.
Despite her best intentions, Shana’s skin tingled.
To his side was Cody. Equally impressive at thirty-four, he forgot to take a sip of his coffee. The Starbucks cup was inches from his mouth as he also took her in. Quietly and restrained.
Shana’s belly quivered at the heat in his gaze, so at odds with his military background. It showed in the set of his broad shoulders and modified buzz cut, his hair short on the sides with volume on top. Those dark blond locks complemented his golden skin and hazel eyes.
Mike’s were greenish-gray, an arresting color given his olive complexion and chestnut hair, a bit longish and casually styled. Several strands dangled over his forehead, begging a woman to ease them back.
Currents of warmth rippled through Shana, leaving her cruelly weak. She hadn’t expected to react like this. During her research on them, she’d seen hundreds of their photos, including those not meant for the public. Their days spent with women, outdoors at the beach or sailing, both men’s hard bodies stripped to their swim trunks and bared to the sun. Mike’s bold tattoo on his left bicep. The cruel scar on Cody’s right pec that enhanced his masculinity.
None of those pictures had done them justice.
“Mr. Russo, Mr. Lathan,” the office manager murmured, her somber hush appropriate for this high-priced firm in New York’s Financial District. Dressed in a severe gray suit, the matronly woman smelled funereal, of incense and carnations. She inclined her perfectly coiffed head to Shana. “Ms. Gallagher, your four o’clock.”
Before Mike or Cody could say “huh” or “who?” Shana stepped deeper into the yawning room. It was possibly two thousand square feet and decorated in a combination of rose, beige and brown, its bank of windows offering a spectacular view of the harbor. An NYPD boat and cruises packed with tourists cut through the water, leaving foamy trails. Sunlight winked off those swells and the glass buildings, giving the early September day a dreamy, golden haze.
The door clicked shut behind Shana, leaving her alone with the men.
Mike pushed to his feet, his six-three frame superbly clothed in an Italian suit that probably cost five grand. Its subtle navy tones and his pale blue shirt heightened the effect of his sapphire tie. Cody’s was gray-and-white striped, his shirt charcoal, his suit a pewter color. Surprisingly fashionable given his conservative background.
He stood. His height matched Mike’s. Both men were lean yet muscular.
Power and male privilege radiated from them. Everything Shana had always mistrusted and despised. She couldn’t quite manage those feelings now. She knew far too much about them. They were surprisingly good men, downright decent, which added to their seductive allure and had brought her here.
Shana crossed the room, forcing herself to walk casually as though she belonged. The slit in her pencil skirt allowed the black fabric to fall away from her leg, exposing a bit of her thigh. Mike and Cody’s attention dropped to her sheer stockings and spike heels.
Hard carnal interest flared on their faces.
A curious mixture of pleasure and caution rushed through Shana, draining her strength. She put her leather tote on the granite table, the smooth stone a soft rose color speckled with gray, black and brown.
The moment she slipped her hand under the tote’s flap, Mike said, “Hold it right there.”
He’d spoken quietly. However, his deep baritone filled the impressive space, demanding obedience.
Shana calmed herself as well as she could and lifted her face to his. At this hour, stubble shadowed his upper lip, chin and cheeks. His lashes were unspeakably long. His attention moved from the tote to her silk blouse, the color of black cherries. No one had to tell Shana that her nipples were hard and jutting against the fabric. Suddenly, Mike couldn’t seem to look anywhere else.
A wave of heat rushed to her neck, her arousal unruly.
He cleared his throat. His prominent Adam’s apple bobbed with his swallow. “Who are you?”
Time for the truth. Sort of.


Tina Donahue is an award-winning, bestselling novelist in erotic, paranormal, contemporary and historical romance for Samhain Publishing, Ellora’s Cave, Siren Publishing, and Kensington. Booklist, Publisher’s Weekly, Romantic Times and numerous online sites have praised her work. Three of her erotic romances (Adored, Lush Velvet Nights, and Deep, Dark, Delicious) were named finalists in the 2011 EPIC competition. The French review site, Blue Moon reviews, chose her erotic romance Sensual Stranger as their Book of the Year 2010 (erotic category). The Golden Nib Award at Miz Love Loves Books was created specifically for Lush Velvet Nights, and two of her titles (The Yearning and Deep, Dark, Delicious) received an Award of Merit in the RWA Holt Medallion competition (2011 and 2012). Take Me Away and Adored both won second place in the NEC RWA contest (different years). Tina is featured in the 2012 Novel & Short Story Writer’s Market. She was the editor of an award–winning Midwestern newspaper and worked in Story Direction for a Hollywood production company.


Win 3 of Tina’s backlist erotic romances from this list:

1. Adored – RWA award-winning; EPIC 2011 Finalist; 4 Stars RT
2. Deep, Dark, Delicious – EPIC 2011 Finalist; Holt Medallion Award of Merit
3. Lush Velvet Nights – EPIC 2011 Finalist; Golden Nib Award
4. In His Arms – SIX 5 Star Reviews; 4 Stars RT
5. Sensual Stranger – 2010 Book of the Year (erotic); 4 Stars RT
6. The Yearning – Top Ten Bestseller
7. Take Me Away – #1 Pick, Miz Love Loves Books
8. Unending Desire – Best Book Rating LASR
9. SiNN – Nominated for Book of the Week LASR
10. Sinfully Wicked – Magnificent – Romancing the Book
11.  Claiming Magique – Top Pick – NOR
12. Illicit Desire – Four Stars Romantic Times
13. Come Fill Me – Five Stars – Guilty Pleasures
14. Losing Control - Four and a Half Stars - Sensual Reads
15. Shameless Desire - Four and a Half Stars - The Jeep Diva
16. Illicit Intent - Four and a Half Stars - Sensual Reads
17. Deep Within Me - Four Stars - Romantic Times

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