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Beautiful Music Together 

Megan Slayer

From MLR Press

Contemporary, M/M, Anal Sex

Novella

Artwork by Kris Jacen

Can these two opposites find the right rhythm?

Jon Kagan likes his life. He's carefree unless he's in the recording studio with his trumpet. Then he's serious as hell. He plays the field like he does the notes on each track, but the single life isn't fun any longer. He wants a lover and partner. But how can he find the man of his dreams when the only people he spends time with are the same musicians night after night? He's convinced he won't--until he meets Benny. Then all bets are off.

Benny Walters burns the midnight oil, too, but not in the music business. He'd rather work on houses than play tunes. Putting in a good sweat over a flooring job or painting a room makes him happy--almost as much as watching the hot guy who jogs across the neighborhood in the middle of the day. When he finally talks to Jon, sparks fly. He'd love to get to know Jon better, but confidence isn't his strong point. Will he be able to get beyond his past and find the future he deserves?

Love happens in the strangest places, especially when it hits all the right notes.

Available from MLR Press: http://www.mlrbooks.com/Bookstore.php?bookid=MS_BMUST

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01M3YVJFU/

Now for an EXCERPT:

©Megan Slayer, 2016, All Rights Reserved



"Are you painting the outside of the house? You mentioned something about gray." Jon didn't want to end the conversation. He'd grown fond of Benny, even after a few minutes of chatting.

"Oh, no. My friend is having new siding put on, but I'm not doing it. No, I posed the question in front of your friend there, because you looked like you'd rather eat scorpions than talk to him."

He laughed again and rocked on his feet. He liked the way Benny talked. "I'm glad you did." And even gladder he got the chance to meet Benny.

"I should get back to the shingles. It's hot and not all that sexy, but it pays the bills."

"I'm sure it does." Jon glanced over at the house, then met Benny's gaze. "If I'm ever in the mood to redo my house, can I call you?" Christ, his hands shook. He hadn't been this nervous in ages. Because of Benny?

"Sure. I don't have business cards or anything, but I'm licensed and bonded."

"I didn't doubt it." He slid his phone from the holder around his forearm. "Give me your number and I'll add you."

"555-6620."

"Ask for Benny?" Jon smiled. He could've sworn the afternoon heat increased a few degrees each time he looked into Benny's eyes.

"It's my personal number. No assistants or anything. I'm not that big." He blushed. "So you'll have to talk to me."

"There's nothing wrong with that." He inputted the info, then tucked the phone back into the holder. "I'll let you shingle. It was nice to meet you. Feel free to rescue me again."

"I'll see what I can do." Benny grinned and hefted a pack of shingles onto his shoulder. He climbed the ladder up to the porch roof and flexed as he put the shingles down.

Jon whimpered. Benny could really haul. "Do you run?"

Benny stepped to the edge of the roof and rested his hands on his hips. "What?"

"Do you run? Exercise?"

"I lift weights. Why?"

"I thought maybe you'd like to go for a run with me sometime." Holy fuck, he'd just kind of asked Benny out. Hell yeah.

"You always run in the afternoon. I'm a morning guy."

"Oh." Jon paused. Benny was supposed to agree to join him. That's what the other guys did... Well, shit. Jon twiddled with his headphones. "Wait, how'd you know about my run times?"

"You go past here nearly every day and have since the first of June. You're hard to miss."

"Is that a good thing?" Or bad? He hoped for the former.

"I'm just observant."

And noncommittal with his answers. Damn it. "Okay, well, I'll see you around. Maybe tomorrow when I run past here."

"Same time, same channel," Benny said. He waved and returned to the shingles.

What an odd guy, but handsome as hell and intriguing, too.

Jon headed home, but his thoughts never left Benny. The man knew the right moment to step in, which was kind of nice, and not Jon's regular type. He liked pretty boys. Musicians or vocalists. He snorted and stopped in his driveway. He had no idea if Benny was even gay, much less if he was interested. The answer to his run question had been vague. Probably because Benny wasn't homosexual.

He strode up the drive to the front porch and into his house, and kicked off his running shoes. He downed a bottle of water in what seemed like a single gulp. Trust him to find the one guy who wasn't interested, and find him attractive.

He had to be out of his mind, but he wanted to go back. Wanted to talk to Benny and get to know him better.

He did have Benny's number. What could he break in order to get the handsome home remodeler to come over?

Ten Line Tuesday!!

It's time for Ten Line Tuesday and I didn't want this week to pass without mentioning my newest release, Best I Ever Had. You might remember this started out as a free read over at Whipped Cream Reviews. I expanded the book and found some great surprises along the way. Check it out! Here's a little bit about the book:



The objective—keep her safe. No one said anything about falling in love.

All she wanted was a pint of ice cream, not to be a witness to a double murder. Good thing Emma’s got not one, but two, sexy men willing to keep her safe. As long as she can keep her hands to herself.

Sam’s mission? To find the man responsible for the murder. He’s not going to rest until the streets are safe, even if it means having his best friend guard his best girl. It’s the best option, right? Quint never dreamed he’d be attracted to his best friend’s lover…and his best friend. He’s got to keep his hands to himself all while figuring out what he wants from life, even if love equals Emma and Sam in Quint’s bed.

Is love in the cards or are they going to go up in flames before they get started?

available here!

And now for those ten lines!

“It’s always hotter than hell right before the sun goes down.” Emma Rhodes tugged the hem of her tank top. No amount of shifting would get the air moving between her shirt and her body.

“I don’t want to be hot,” she muttered. “I don’t want to be in hiding, either.” She turned her back on the sliding doors. “Aren’t you tired of this, Quint? We live together because Sam wants to keep me safe. How crazy is that?”

“Em, it won’t be much longer. Trust Sam. I do.” Quinton Reynolds widened his stance at the front door. “He’s not here, but he does care. We won’t let anyone hurt you.”

“Thanks.” Emma threw her arms around him and rested her head on his chest. She loved Quint, but some days being alone with her roommate-slash-bodyguard sucked. She missed her husband, Sam.

“If you don’t behave, I’ll turn you over my knee and spank the sass out of you. Bet Sam would love to watch that,” he said with a wink and released her. “He’d watch and insist I make your ass nice and pink.”

Ten Lines of Heat with Until the Night!

Ten lines of White hot fun with Until the Night!!! I love this story and hope you do, too! Get your copy here or here!

And now for those ten hot lines!

“God damn. Bite me.” Allan yanked Todd’s arm, pulling him down onto him. “Do it.”

Todd bared his fangs and growled. The sound shimmered up and down Gypsy’s spine. He sank his teeth into the soft spot between Allan’s neck and shoulder.

“Oh, wow,” Gypsy groaned, then caught herself. Triple shit. They weren’t supposed to have heard her getting off on watching them. But, hell—the bloodlust reared its ugly head. She needed to feed.

Both men turned to look at her. The colour drained from Allan’s face. Todd loosened his grip on Allan’s shoulder and moved his hands in front of Allan’s cock. “We didn’t know you were here.”

Never let them see me sweat or crumble…

Even if I did eavesdrop on them.

Gypsy levelled her shoulders. “At least now I know why I’m the only one of us not getting fucked.”

Blissemas and Flash Fiction!

For my day of Blissemas, I thought I'd share a fun piece of sexy flash fiction. I love giving the Blissemas girl a story and this years scorches! Enjoy! Oh, and don't forget to comment. If you do, you're entered in the hat for the Kindle!!

Now about that flash fiction...

Nixie Claus sat in Nick’s chair. Soon he’d be home. She crossed her legs, then re-crossed them and admired her boots. Santa had been good to her that year.

Footsteps clomped on the floor and a shaft of light stretched across the floor. “Nix?” The steps grew louder and the light disappeared. “Honey?”

Nick strode through his office door. Snow tumbled to his feet and his hat slid from his head. He dropped the thick red bag and shrugged out of his coat.

“You’ll never believe the night I had.” He shook his head, his salt and pepper colored hair fluffed from the hat. “Three dog bites, a thousand cookies offered, two bottles of aspirin and fourteen hundred kids who waited up for me.”

Nixie propped her boot-clad feet on the desk. “I see.”

“Don’t they know not to wait up?” Nick finally looked at her. His lips parted a fraction of an inch and he gasped. “Please tell me you’ve waited up for Santa with a present.”

“Oh, I did.” She stroked the length of his desktop with her gloved fingers. “But Santa never told me which list I made. Last I knew I was on the perpetual naughty list.” She stood and finger combed her hair, then sauntered across the room to where he stood. “Santa, Baby?”

He palmed her bare bottom and groaned. “Need to get out of this suit.”

“Me?” She stepped backwards and wriggled her ass. “I’m not wearing a suit.”

“And I love it.” He threaded his fingers with hers and led her to the desk. “I believe you asked for a Smutty Christmas. One with sex on my desk, sex under the tree and sex in the moonlight.” He turned on the Christmas tree lamp, bathing his desktop in colored lights. Moonlight streamed in through the window behind the desk. “Will this do?”

He shucked his pants and boxers, leaving himself naked, save for his boots. “Now we match.”

“Uh-huh.” Nixie took over and eased Nick onto the desk top. With both hands, she stroked his burgeoning erection, then licked the blunt head of his cock.

“Dasher, Dancer, Prancer and Vixen, you are good.” He drew in a long breath and rocked his hips, fucking her fingers. “Don’t tease me, Sweets. Climb on for a ride.”

She cocked her brow, then crawled onto his lap. Nick smoothed his hands up her sides to her breasts and pinched. The white hot jolt of pleasure-pain ricocheted to her core. She bit down hard on her bottom lip and leaned into his grasp.

“Nice.” He sat up enough to scoot back farther on the desk, then met her for a kiss. “Ride me,” he commanded between kisses.

Nixie balanced on her knees and sank down on his erection. They’d made love that morning, but nothing felt as good as Christmas morning sex. She rocked back and forth on his cock, stroking herself from within on him.

“Oh yeah.” Nick clutched her hips and drove up into her, his dick rubbing every sensitive spot in her pussy.  “This won’t last, love.”

“Don’t want it to.” She trailed her fingernails down his chest. “So close.”

“Come with me, babe.” Nick filled her womb with seed and groaned.

Nixie embraced the climax and shuddered. From her head to her toes, warmth enveloped her. She settled on his chest and snuggled. “Best yet.”

“Yep.” Nick didn’t say anything else for a long moment, just stroked her back and held her close. “You know—the only way to make this absolutely perfect, would be having the fire place on.”

“And you dropped your coat by the door.” Nixie curled tighter against him. “Merry Christmas Santa. Did you get what you wanted?”

“I’ve got you. Best present ever. Merry Christmas love.”

 ~~~~~

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Phantom Snog!

I love these snogs, but since I took yesterday off from social media, I didn't get this up right away. No worries. It's going up now. I thought I'd use my Phantom of the Opera for the snog. I love Raoul and Christine, and I hope you do, too.

The Classics Exposed…

A chance sighting at the Opera, fated love, and three lives in turmoil.

One man pledges to own her, while another wants her heart. The Opera sets the stage for romance and intrigue. In the catacombs below the building lives a man rife with sorrow and passion. The Phantom. But he’s not content to live alone. He wants to possess the one woman who can set him free.

His Christine.

Viscount Raoul de Chagny doesn’t believe the rumours of a Ghost living below the Opera. He only has eyes for Christine, his childhood friend and first love. Together they embark on a sensual journey of discovery and fiery desire.

But she can only have one man. Will love raise her up or tear their world apart?

Available here!

But now for that snog!!

“You must forget about me.”

“I cannot.” He threaded his fingers into her hair, drawing her close. “I have the most indecent thoughts when I’m near you.” He spoke against her lips. “I can’t help but want to ruin you, only to keep you in my arms a bit longer.”

The most beautiful shade of red spread across her cheeks and slipped down the column of her neck. She glanced at the door, then shot from her spot on the bed. Christine twisted the lock and pressed herself against the door.

“What kind of indecent thoughts?” she whispered.

“To lash you to my bed with your body bared to me. I want to take you over and over, hearing you cry out my name. To watch you give me pleasure with your submission to me.”

“I’m not educated in the way to love a man.” Her chest heaved with each breath. “Will you teach me? I want to be yours, if for only a short time. I want you to show me how much you love me. Teach me?”

“Yes, my love.” He held out his hand to her. Christine twisted her fingers with his and eased onto his lap. Her eyes widened.

“What are you asking of me?”

“Your submission. Allow me to direct you as if I were the composer of one of your songs. Do you trust me?” Raoul smoothed a lock of her hair between his fingers. She smelt of flowers, a most intoxicating scent. Although she trembled in his arms, she met him for a kiss. Christine whimpered. Damn the blanket and the layers of fabric between them. He longed to feel her body next to his. He parted her robe and shoved the garment from her shoulders, leaving her in her nightgown. He swiped his tongue along her bottom lip and palmed her breast.

“Raoul,” she gasped, but didn’t swat him away. “I trust you.”

“Let me make you feel the magic.”

Monday Moans ~ You'll Think of Me

I'm a little late getting the moan onto the blog, but gracious, yesterday was a busy day! Grin. So here it is. An oldie but a goodie! I'm still working on a follow-up for Rhett, don't worry. It's one of those seemingly endless things that's in the works. So enjoy You'll Think of Me.

You'll Think of Me
Total-E-Bound
Contemporary
Novella
M/f, light bdsm, sex outside
Available here!

The man of her dreams finally came home from the war, but is he still the man she remembers or have his demons changed him forever?

Melanie Roberts loved her best friend more than she could ever imagine, and for longer than she wants to admit. Though once lovers, she's resigned herself to being no more than his best friend and roommate. On the eve of his return from deployment in Iraq, in order to keep her heart from breaking, she decides she's moving on—after one last sexy night.

Cade Nicholson has come to a decision. As he comes home damaged in both body and soul from his latest deployment, all he wants is to find comfort in Melanie's arms. Unsure and unsteady in expressing his love to the only woman to hold his heart, he has to find a way to convince her of his true feelings.

Can two best friends overcome their demons to prove their love for one another before past decisions come back to haunt them and it’s too late?

Reader Advisory: This book contains anal and outdoor sex.

And now for that MOAN!

“Did I ever tell you how dead sexy you are?”

As he raised his thick brows and smirked, he rubbed her back with long, languid strokes. The creases on his forehead melted away, making him look like the Cade she remembered. Could Rhett’s comment be true? A tiny part of her hoped so. She shoved the thought aside to insulate her feelings.

“It’s been a while, Mel. Why?”

His sexy rumble turned her insides out and spurred her on. She let go of his shirt and cupped his cheeks. “You are, and I want you—right now.” She pressed her open lips to his and moaned. Kissing Cade was almost better than sex. He knew how to tease and torment her with nothing more than his tongue. He tasted like sin and smelled divine, like an outdoorsman. A girl could get lost in that much testosterone, and Melanie never wanted to be found. How had she managed to stay friends-with-benefits with him for so long after the break up?

Groaning, he wound his fingers in her hair. Her scalp tingled as he spoke against her lips. “You do know how to get a man’s attention.”

She tugged him into the game room. Thoughts raced through her head. Her nipples brushed against his chest, sending streaks of electricity straight to her core.

As she snicked the door shut with her hip, she rubbed her hands over his body, both to keep her desires in check and to entice him. Hard muscle and heat seared her fingers. Her body hummed with excitement only Cade could elicit. Maybe if she stuck to touching, she could keep her heart safe within her defences.

His eyes darkened and a low whistle escaped his lips. He tugged her into his embrace as they toppled over the arm of the knobby brown couch. She ground her crotch against the steel in his pants and clutched his ass. “I want you.” God, it felt good to admit the truth. When he crushed his lips to her, he explored her mouth with his tongue. He slipped his right hand under her tank top and bra, pinching her taut nipple. Shimmers of lust and need raced through her veins. His normally hard expression softened and he smiled. “Baby, I want you too. I dreamt of you, but not like this.”

Did he want more? Emboldened, she fumbled to remove his cock from his pants. “I need you in me.”

“Wait.” He slid her silk panties to the side and stroked the slickness over her nether lips with his thick fingers, sending tremors through her body at warp speed. She whimpered. Had it been that long since she’d had sex? Yes, and he knew how to push all her buttons with the smallest touches.

As she curled her body into him, she nibbled his scratchy jaw and throat. “Cade!”

“So wet and so pretty, but I want to make this last. I want you so wet you’re begging for me.” He groaned and nipped her bottom lip between his teeth. He grasped her hip with his left hand. With the index finger of his right hand, he plundered her tight pussy in one long stroke.

Melanie closed her eyes and moaned. “Oh, God!”