Begin Again by @MeganSlayer #gayromance #erotic #excerpt #twins #takeapause #Pause

Begin Again 

A Take a Pause Story

By Megan Slayer

Contemporary, LGBTQ

M/M, anal sex, Masturbation

Novella (85 pages)

Taking a pause just might be the cure for his broken heart.

Denver Chalmers thought his world completely collapsed when his twin brother, Deiken, committed suicide. Instead of succumbing to the depression, he took a long breath and kept pushing forward with his life. But he's not really living. Will a chance meeting at the cemetery be the first step toward his salvation?

Jett Dawson shared Denver's view of the world. Deiken had been his everything, but their seemingly perfect relationship hid a multitude of problems. Jett won't forget about his past, but he's ready to move forward. He's always had a crush on Denver and although he's been told its wrong, he wants Denver in his life on a romantic level. Will their common ground and mutual desire lead to disaster or something they both need?

Available from MLR Press

http://www.mlrbooks.com/Bookstore.php?bookid=MSBAGAIN

And from Amazon

https://www.amazon.com/Begin-Again-Take-Pause-Book-ebook/dp/B01GIPXP70/?_encoding=UTF8&tag=mp0def-20

Excerpt:

©Megan Slayer, 2016, All Rights Reserved

Footsteps crunched on the dry grass. He glanced over his shoulder. He wasn't sure why, but he'd expected to see his ex-boyfriend Mike. Maybe they weren't good together, but Mike had a way of knowing when Denver was low. He focused on the person walking up to him.

This wasn't Mike.

Recognition swept over him. He knew the man. Jett Dawson, Deiken's partner.

Oh shit. The last time he'd spoken to Jett, they'd argued. Jett screamed at him and he'd called Jett an asshole. Back then, he hadn't known the score and blamed Jett for his brother's passing. Now he knew better.

The guilt came rushing back to Denver. He wasn't sure what to say to his twin's partner.

"Denver." Jett stopped beside him.

"Jett." He wanted to be cool and not lose his temper. Deiken's actions were his own--not Jett's fault. Besides, Denver had blown his chances at conversation in the past. How did he know now would be different?

"I miss him," Jett said. He stuffed his hands into his board short's pockets. "It's not the same at the plant without him."

"I bet." He turned his attention to Jett, but didn't really see him.

"I come here a lot. I must miss you, since this is the first time I've run into you in six months." Jett sighed, then faced away from the grave. "Can--can we talk? Not exchange pleasantries, but really talk? Not here."

Denver paused. This could end up therapeutic or really bad. They tended to argue, not talk. But still. If Jett needed someone, he'd try to be there. "I've got coffee at the house and it's quiet. Or lemonade." He'd always been attracted to Jett, but never said anything because of Deiken. Jett wanted his brother, not him. Then Deiken passed and the argument happened. He doubted once he and Jett talked that Jett would have much to do with him, but he'd give the conversation a shot.

"Coffee or lemonade sounds good." Jett rocked on his feet. "Really good."

"Want a minute alone with Deik? I can head to the farm and start the coffee." Truth be told, he simply needed some separation from his brother's partner.

"I'm good. I've talked to him so many times. Not just here. We talk at the office, the apartment and when I run." Jett chuckled. "I bet he's tired of hearing from me."

"Nah. He loved you." Denver knew that down to his soul. Deiken always discussed Jett and their life together. "You were his world."

"Sometimes things aren't what they seem." Jett started away from Denver, then paused. "Let's go to the farm. I know the way." 

Beautiful Music Together by @MeganSlayer #gayromance #gay #erotic #romance #musician #NSFWexcerpt #NSFW

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?

Sunday Snoggin with Learning How to Bend

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Time for a Sunday Snog!!! How about one from one from the vault? Here's one from Learning How to Bend. I still love this story. 

Learning How to Bend

Crestline, Ohio series – Book 1  

Total-E-Bound

M/F, M/F/M, Ménage, Anal Sex, Voyeurism, Multiple Partners

Their marriage is about to fall apart, but not if she can help it and he's willing to bend.

Abby Donovan imagined nothing could change her simple life as a librarian. Her loving husband Seth, a mechanic in the Air National Guard, is scheduled to return from a short deployment in Iraq. Before he gets home, a letter arrives. It seems Seth is asking for a divorce. She must decide whether to walk away without a fight or to wait and confront him with the thing he's always dreamed of - a ménage à trois. But all is not as it seems.

Seth Donovan wanted an idyllic life to go along with his career in the military. Then he sees the atrocities of war firsthand. A conversation with a colleague ends up as fodder for the rumour mill and so much more. Seth never wanted a divorce. He wants his wife. Will she accept him despite the rumours and advances from another man? Or can their relationship withstand the turmoil of war?

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And now for that snog!

Hell, she’d yearned to touch Nate from the day she met him at Seth’s college graduation. Starting with his big feet and sculpted calves to his bronzed shoulders and piercing green eyes, she’d felt drawn like a moth to a flame. But being a happily married woman meant no contact with another man, including her husband’s friend. With both men involved, she could be a vixen and explore her limits. Seth always did mention he’d love to try a ménage a trois, especially with Nate. Why not now?

She handed the six-foot tall, sandy-haired hunk the bills. “Here you are.” Knowing Seth watched from behind, Abby wrapped her arms around Nate’s muscle-corded neck. “And this is your tip.” She pressed her lips to his.

“Are you certain Seth’s cool with it? He’s squirming.” Nate stepped back and stole a glance at Seth. His voice wavered a bit. “I know we talked about it, man, but that was before you married Abby. I gotta tell ya, I’m in.”

Abby looked at Seth. Her brows rose a fraction of an inch. Seth and Nate discussed her, or rather sex with her. She should’ve felt insulted, but instead a burst of raw desire and longing rushed straight between her thighs. Her lips parted. Was she in accord with the situation? She wanted Nate, yes, but she also needed Seth as much as she had the first time they made love. “What do you think, Seth?”

The fire of possession burned in Seth’s eyes. He dipped his head, making her heart rate race into warp speed.

Nate’s jaw muscle clenched and unclenched. “Oh yeah, Seth wants it. He’s coming unglued. Yeah.”

Abby’s voice dropped to an octave she didn’t recognise as her own. “I am interested in both of you.”

As if it were second nature or something they’d done before, Nate lowered his lips to hers in a deep kiss. She leaned into him, melting at his touch and exploring his mouth with her tongue. He tasted like cola and mint gum and smelled sweet, like warm pizza dough. She longed to see the expression on Seth’s face and pictured it in her mind. He loved to watch couples on television engage in sexual activities. The idea of him watching her made the act with Nate so much hotter.

   Nate’s hands skimmed over her shoulders and her collarbone down to the sensitive peaks of her breasts. She gasped. Not quite like Seth, but not bad either. His calloused fingers moved down her stomach and smoothed along the crack of her ass, sending tingles through her system at warp speed.

Abby hooked her fingers into the waistband of Nate’s jeans, pulling his shirt free so she could explore his rock-hard stomach with her hands and lips. I’m so far out of my comfort zone… but I like it.

“Honey, Seth’s sportin’ a tent.”

She opened her eyes to take in the look of pleasure on Nate’s face. “So let’s give him a show. I want him so hot he can’t keep away.”

“Yeah.” Nate panted. “I forgot he likes to watch.”

“He does, and I want to titillate him.”

Sunday Snoggin with Saturday Night Special!

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This week I'm getting back into blogging. I know, third time I've said this. I am. I promise. Grin. Here's from Saturday Night Special. Love this book. Hope you do, too. 

Saturday Night Special  

Wendi Zwaduk

Contemporary, M/F, Racing, BDSM, Fem Dom, Toys, Spanking

Novella

From Turquoise Morning Press

Available here:

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She makes his motor run.

Blaine Haeferle drives fast and lives on the edge. He’s not afraid to risk it all for the win—unless his heart is in the mix. He loved once, but things ended in disaster. Can he accept the woman who holds his heart, despite all their jagged past?

Mallory Sweet never intended to leave Blaine without a word. But one night changed everything for her. Instead of facing her past, she ran. Is coming to terms with her past the key to winning the love of her life back?

Anything can happen on a Saturday night under the lights.

And now for that snog!!

“Hey.” She didn’t move, just watched him. “Blaine. I came back here because it was more private. I’m sorry if I encroached.”

“Don’t want to talk.” Blaine locked the door and crossed the short expanse to her. She shot out of her seat and opened her mouth to protest. He smothered her answer with a kiss. Lust and desire slammed into his brain. As much as he’d told himself he didn’t love her, he knew better. She flowed through his soul. Mallory clutched at his shirt and pressed her body to his. This, her soft body underneath him, this is what he needed. Craved. He angled her to the couch and dropped down between her knees. He broke the kiss and shoved her skirt up past her hips. She gasped and braced her feet. The heels of her shoes clicked on the hardwood floor.

“Good girl.” He grabbed the thin elastic of her panties and yanked. The scent of her whirled around him. Her cream glistened in the light. His mouth watered. He parted her thighs and buried his face in her pussy. All his unresolved feelings for her, the love, the devotion, the need welled to the surface. He never expected to see her again, much less have another chance to taste her kiss.

“Oh.” The word came out in a moan. She threaded her fingers into his hair. “Wow.”

Blaine suckled on her clit and without looking down, removed her shoes. He trailed his fingers up and down her leg, bracing her calf on his shoulder. God, he loved touching her. He committed each of her whimpers and sighs to memory.

She murmured his name and pulled on his hair. “Feels so good.”

He chuckled and laved his tongue over her labia. Like tasting honey sweetened silk. Blaine parted her pussy lips with his fingers and grazed his teeth over her clit. She bent her knee over his shoulder and pulled him in tighter. Mallory ground her hips against his face.

Not done yet. He inserted one finger into her channel. She gripped him, holding his finger within her. Holy fuck. If her pussy grabbed at his finger, he could hardly fathom her clenching around his cock. He suppressed a shiver. Soon.

“Fuck. Just fuck.” Mallory quivered and scraped her nails over his scalp. Blaine pumped his finger in her cunt. He loved the burn from her fingertips. Loved when she took the lead. Hell, whoever happened to be leading, he wanted claim her as his own.

“Blaine.” She bucked off the couch and wrapped her legs around his head. Her cream slid down his chin and hand. He licked his lips and eased her legs back open in order to withdraw his finger.

“Whoa.”

Hump Day Hump with Dual Threat

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It's time for the Hump Day Humps. I thought I'd use another snippet from Dual Threat. Can't get enough of those Tiger Shifters!

They want their mate. She wants love without pain. Together, they can be whole. 

Kaia Martin dances to pay the bills. She doesn’t mind baring her body, but her heart? That’s another question. But what happens when two tiger shifters push her out of her comfort zone and into her heart’s desire?

Evan and Ian Davis have been in love with Kaia since the moment they met her. Their tigers know she’s the one for them. They’ve waited long enough for her to see what they’ve always known—she’s their mate. Can these twin tiger shifters prove love really can conquer all?

Available June 10th from Liquid Silver Books.

And now for that Hump!!

“Make love to me.” She stood up in the water like a shimmering goddess. Bubbles slid down her curves. He’d seen her so many times in the club, but she never looked as radiant as she did now.

“I’m glad you got the piercings done. Sexy.” Evan grabbed the closest towel and dried her off, taking liberal time on her breasts and pussy. He massaged her and touched her belly. He turned her around with her back to him. Kaia leaned back in his arms and groaned. She rested her head on his shoulder. His cock throbbed, and he nudged her ass. His tiger roared and pawed him from within.

Fighting his need to take her, Evan kissed the soft spot between her neck and shoulder. “We need to wait for Ian,” he murmured.

Kaia moved his hands to her breasts. He caressed her supple skin, pinching her nipples. He tugged the piercings, happy when she whimpered and ground her butt into his crotch.

He dragged his teeth over her shoulder. His tiger growled again, ready to mark her. Footsteps padded on the floor. When Evan glanced down the hallway, he noticed Ian leaning on the door frame. With one nod, Ian telegraphed their next move. Evan disengaged from Kaia and then scooped her into his arms. She clung to him, but didn’t fight him.

Evan carried her to the bedroom and placed her in the middle of Ian’s king-sized bed. Kaia blushed under their twin appraisals. She clasped Ian’s hand in her left hand and grabbed Evan’s right hand with hers. Her nipples pebbled, and she opened her legs. Her cunt glistened with her juices.

Evan leaned over her leg and breathed in her scent. Her spice imprinted itself on his mind. His tiger gnashed its teeth and snarled. Evan buried his nose in her curls and then traced his tongue over her cleft. Her salty taste exploded on his tongue.

Kaia released her grasp on him and shoved her fingers into his hair. She wrapped her leg around his shoulder and dug her heel into his back. When he glanced over at Ian, Ian palmed one of her breasts and flicked his tongue over the other. Evan grinned and then resumed tasting her. He speared one finger into her hot pussy. She gripped him tight from within. Her vagina rippled around his finger as he stroked her. Buzzing his lips, he vibrated her clit. He added another finger, stretching her.

“God, yeah.” Kaia planted her feet and rode his hand. “Evan.”

He winked at Ian, who sucked hard on her nipple. Ian moved from her chest to her mouth and kissed her lips. Seeing his brother loosening up with Kaia made Evan grin. His cock throbbed and his balls ached. His tiger clawed at him from within. He fought the craving to take her.

Kaia bucked her hips. “So close,” she panted.

“Make her come.” Ian dusted his fingers over her taut nipples. “Come for him, Kaia. Show us how beautiful you are when you come apart.”

Wet and Wild and So Much Fun!

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Best I Ever Had by Wendi Zwaduk  

Turquoise Morning Press

A Dirty Bits Short Novella

Category:  Fiction, Erotica/Erotic Romance (multiple partners, ménage, anal sex, mm, lbgt)
ISBN: 9781622371273

Ebook Price: $0.99

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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?

Now for a wild excerpt!!

“I want to make you happy, Em.” Sam’s breath skittered along her upper chest and raised goose bumps on her flesh. “I want to make you burn. No toy is going to do that.”

The rasp of his voice broke through her defenses. He continued to ignore her questions, but she didn’t care. Emma gazed into his darkened baby-blues. What she found made her racing heart beat even faster. Repentance. Desire. Need. She licked her lips. The man personified sex on a stick. “How do you suppose you’ll improve my mood, Sam?”

Sam smoothed his calloused hand along her collarbone to the base of her throat. She trembled. The muscles tightened and her skin sizzled.

“I said it before and I meant it. I want to lick every inch of you and hear you scream my name, Em.” He stopped a whisper from her lips. “Only my name.”

“What about Quint?”

Instead of answer, Sam swooped in for a kiss. Emma gasped into his mouth. Her knees wobbled as he swiped his tongue over hers. Forget the loose top or her fears. She wrapped her arms around him and ground her pussy against the bulge in his jeans. Sam hiked her up against his chest and carried her into the bedroom. She broke the kiss and held on with each stride.

Emma collapsed on the bed. Her legs fell open. She never could resist his caress. “Take

me, Sam.”

“My girl still wants me. Halle-fucking-lujah.” Sam groaned. His voice dropped two octaves to a rough bass that made her womb quiver. “Jesus, I missed you.”

“Missed you, too.” Emma nodded. “Show me.” Her heart thrummed in her ears and her breath caught in her throat. She wanted him for the rest of her life. She dropped her hand from her breasts and guided him to her soaked cut off shorts. She should’ve felt exposed. Instead, she felt complete. “Right here, right now, Sam.”

Sam ripped the t-shirt up over his head, giving Emma teasing glances of the chiseled muscles of his chest. Her gaze followed the thin trail of crisp mahogany hair that disappeared below his belt to where the true pleasure lay trapped. Emma moved her knees, her hands sliding down her torso until she hooked her fingers into her waistband.

“That’s right, baby.” Sam tossed the discarded garments onto the floor. “I want to see all of you.”

Emma shrugged out of his shirt. The brisk air in the bedroom kissed her dewy skin. She fumbled with the zipper on her shorts. Sam grasped the frayed edge of her shorts and pulled. The scream of ripping denim ricocheted through the room. “No bottoms?” Sam crawled along her body and planted his knees on either side of her hips. He cupped her chin and nibbled her ear. “You shaved.”

Emma threaded one arm around his neck and spoke against his lips. “I like being bare.”

“I like you bare.” He took both her hands in one of his and arranged her on the bed. “You’re so wet.” His gaze seared her. “For me.”

“Sam?” Her heart pounded. “Make love to me, Sam. With Quint watching.”

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Hump Day Hump with Drizzle Me in Chocolate!

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It's Hump Day Hump time and my hump is a fun one!! Yeah! Check out more here. And now for mine from the Smut for Chocoholics Anthology!

Drizzle Me In Chocolate

Wendi Zwaduk

Wendi.zwaduk@gmail.com

Erotic contemporary romance

Chocolate might not last forever, but love does.

Elysa agreed to model chocolate, but she never imagined she’d be faced with her past. Simon Dumont—playboy, millionaire and her one weakness. Can she get through the shoot with her pride intact, or is he worth losing her heart all over again?

Simon knew damn well who he wanted for those pictures. Only one woman could embody the sensuality needed to sell his exotic chocolates and chocolate inspired sex toys—Elysa Green. He’s not about to be denied a second time. Can the Casanova of Chocolates prove he’s the one man to make her happy or will their smouldering passion consume them before love strikes a second time?

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BN: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/smut-for-chocoholics-victoria-blisse/1115122735?ean=9781782347552

EXCERPT:

Simon stood and whisked her off the chaise lounge. She’d walked out of his life before and without much explanation. Part of him wanted her to rebuke him, but the rest of him craved her. Elysa Green affected him much like the chocolate—one taste wasn’t enough.

“Finish the shoot, then we can play.” He placed the square of chocolate on her tongue. “We’ve got all night.”

Her eyes rolled back in her head and she moaned again. She chewed in deliberate motions, licking her lips. Her cheeks infused with a beautiful shade of pink.

“Don’t know if I can wait that long.”

“You will.” He wrapped one arm around her. “Remember our games?”

“How could I forget?” Her blush deepened.

“The other half of the shoot involves the games we played and showcasing the more decadent, sexual side of my chocolate business. I’m just watching—you’re modelling the items.” He rubbed his cock between her thighs, reminding her how much he wanted her. “All of them.”

Elysa opened her mouth, but instead of saying anything she rose up on her toes and kissed him. The connection seared him to the core. A touch of the chocolate remained on her lips. He curled his other arm around her waist and smoothed his left hand up to the base of her neck. Elysa moaned and writhed against his chest. Yes, this was what he missed. She came alive in his embrace and pushed him to want more from her. He threaded his fingers into her hair and tugged, breaking the kiss and exposing her neck to his appraisal.

“Whatever you want from me, I’m yours,” she murmured. Her skirt shifted high on her hips, exposing her ass and the tiny thong she wore.

“Fuck.” Simon walked her backwards to the chaise and eased her onto the butter soft leather surface. Her hair fanned out around her face like a caramel wave and she puckered her kiss swollen lips. He didn’t bother to move the skirt, but rather shifted the panties aside. Her scent, flowery perfume and musk drifted up to him. His mouth watered.

“Take me, Simon.”  She opened her legs and dragged two fingers down her pussy lips. Her juices glittered in the harsh lighting.

He shouldn’t want her. Shouldn’t fuck her in the middle of a photo shoot, but holy shit. He’d been refused for too long.

Behind him a door opened and closed. “I somehow figured I’d find you in this position.”

Simon knew that voice. Paolo. Elysa’s eyes widened and she pushed her clothes back into place. Simon glanced over his shoulder, then scooted in front of her to hide what was left of her modesty. “Paolo.”

“Thanks for coming on a short notice. We were waiting on you.” The one photographer Simon trusted to created the perfect images of Elysa nude and drizzled in chocolate—Paolo. The other photographer might have worked, but he wanted the guaranteed best.

“And in heat.” Paolo dropped his shoulder bag onto the desk. “And Simon, you know I’ve done it all. Nothing shocks me, honey, I’ve seen it all. Now who is getting naked and what naughty chocolates are we photographing for the catalogue?”

Hump Day Hump ~ Sunshine of Your Love

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Sunshine of Your Love by Wendi Zwaduk

Recent Historical

M/F, Erotic Romance

Total-E-Bound Publishing

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It’s 1970. The world is in upheaval. Can two people really make a difference and find love at the same time?

Noel Flynt signed up for the Army to carry out his family duty. He never expected the travesties of Vietnam to take their toll on him. He’s coming back to the world he thought he knew, but with everything changing around him, he’s going to have to learn he can’t live in the past.

Cindy Stephens couldn’t wait for Noel to return. She sees the man within the uniform and has loved him for as long as she can remember. But times have changed. She’s not the timid schoolgirl any longer. Can she accept his changes, too?
The only constants are time and love.

Reader Advisory: This book contains one war hero, the woman who loves him, lots of hot sex, with a little spanking mixed in for good measure.

HUMP DAY HUMPIN'!

Noel stood and shoved his pants and boxers to the floor, then fumbled on the floor for his wallet. He tore the foil packet and sheathed himself. He couldn’t remember why he had the rubber, but he appreciated it being there in the clinch. He crawled on top of her. “Relax, breathe and look at me. I’ll try to make this wonderful. Hug me, dig your nails in, whatever you need to take the edge off.”

He rubbed his cockhead over her clit, eliciting another groan from her. Her lips parted and her puffed breath tickled his cheeks. Noel palmed her breast and nudged the blunt tip of his cock into her pussy. Her eyes widened and she cried out. Damn. He’d figured sex would hurt the first time. Hell. He moved slower and murmured in her ear.

“Yes, Sunshine. God, yes.” He pushed a little more, seating himself fully within her, and stopped.

“Hurts,” she whispered. Her nails bit into his back.

Noel pulled out and moved a little, balancing himself on one hand and his knees. “Enough?”

Cindy shook her head. “Feels better. Fuck me.”

“Such dirty words.” Noel kissed her and added another light thrust. “You fit around me like perfection.” His balls drew tight. God, he’d blow in moments.

“Harder. Doesn’t hurt as much. Please?” Cindy hooked her ankles together at the small of his back.

Noel kept himself in check, but increased the speed of his thrusts. Each time he withdrew, her walls pulled him back in. He let go of her breast and planted both hands, one on either side of her head. Cindy whimpered and worked her pussy over his cock. Her body went taut and her fingers clamped around his arms. He groaned and emptied his seed into the condom. A thought crossed his mind. If she were truly his, the condom wouldn’t be necessary.

Cindy went limp and stared up at him with glassy eyes. Her eyelids drooped and a sleepy smile formed on her lips. She touched his cheek. “I love you.”

Sunday Snog ~ Sunshine of Your Love

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It's Sunday snog time! Whoop! I thought I'd share a snippet from Sunshine of Your Love, my recent historical from Total-E-Bound. I love this story and hope you do, too. :-)

Sunshine of Your Love by Wendi Zwaduk

Recent Historical

M/F, Erotic Romance

Total-E-Bound Publishing

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BN: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/sunshine-of-your-love-wendi-zwaduk/1112938192?ean=9781781840597

It’s 1970. The world is in upheaval. Can two people really make a difference and find love at the same time?

Noel Flynt signed up for the Army to carry out his family duty. He never expected the travesties of Vietnam to take their toll on him. He’s coming back to the world he thought he knew, but with everything changing around him, he’s going to have to learn he can’t live in the past.

Cindy Stephens couldn’t wait for Noel to return. She sees the man within the uniform and has loved him for as long as she can remember. But times have changed. She’s not the timid schoolgirl any longer. Can she accept his changes, too?
The only constants are time and love.

Reader Advisory: This book contains one war hero, the woman who loves him, lots of hot sex, with a little spanking mixed in for good measure.

EXCERPT:

“Hey.” He cupped her chin. “If I learned nothing else over there, it’s that tomorrow is never guaranteed.” Noel wiped away one of her tears with the pad of his thumb. “I can’t say I’m not sorry she dumped me this way. Things probably wouldn’t have worked out, but I sure as shit wish Sophie had had the balls to tell me herself in person.”

“You don’t mean that.” Cindy scooted closer to him. “You two were the perfect pair.” Saying the words out loud hurt.

“I am far from perfect and I’m positive Sophie and I wouldn’t have had a future together. What she wants is now nothing like what I want.” Noel tapped her nose with his index finger, like he had when she was a child. “I’m not sorry and I’m not surprised. Sophie can’t handle things when the shit hits the fan. She wants the easy way out. I just hope the poor asshole knows what he’s gotten himself into.” He kissed her ring finger. “This looks better on your hand, like it’s supposed to be there.”

She touched his cheek, loving the scratch of day-old whiskers against the tips of her fingers. “Thank you.”

“That’s why you have it now.” He tilted his wrist. “My watch says it’s nearly seven. Why don’t we get out of this parking garage? Are you hungry? I’m starving. We could grab a late supper and talk.”

“Sure.” She cleared her throat. “Why don’t you drive?”

Noel offered his hand. “Yeah?” He helped her off the trunk of the car, but didn’t back up. The hem of her dress caught on his jeans leg, exposing most of her thigh. She wriggled to cover herself up, but he stopped her again. “Been a long time since I’ve seen something so sexy.” He smoothed the fabric, palming her thigh on the way down. “A long time.”

His lips parted and his breath warmed her skin. The musk of his cologne wrapped around her, enveloping her in his strength and masculinity. She placed her hands on his chest. His pulse thrummed under her hand. If she bounced on the balls of her feet, she’d be able to kiss him. His words came back to her. Tomorrow is never guaranteed. Then she’d take her chance today.

Cindy licked her bottom lip then captured his mouth in a kiss. Noel hummed and curled his arms around her waist. He tightened his grasp, holding her flush against his body. His erection jabbed into her stomach. Heat from him radiated along her nerve endings. His tongue tangled with hers. Feeling bold, she sucked on his tongue and ground her hips on his thigh. If they hadn’t been in the middle of the parking garage, she’d gladly have helped him initiate her trunk lid.

Noel pulled away first. A predatory look filled his brown eyes. “Get in the car.”

Hump Day Humps ~ Drizzle Me in Chocolate!

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It's time for the Hump Day Humps!! Woo Hoo!! Here's mine from my short story in the Smut for Chocoholics Anthology, Drizzle Me in Chocolate. Enjoy! And don't forget to check out the other humps!

Chocolate might not last forever, but love does. 

Elysa agreed to model chocolate, but she never imagined she’d be faced with her past. Simon Dumont playboy, millionaire and her one weakness. Can she get through the shoot with her pride intact, or is he worth losing her heart all over again? 

Simon knew damn well who he wanted for those pictures. Only one woman could embody the sensuality needed to sell his exotic chocolates and chocolate inspired sex toys. Elysa Green. He’s not about to be denied a second time. Can the Casanova of Chocolates prove he’s the one man to make her happy or will their smouldering passion consume them before love strikes a second time?

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And now for that hump!

Simon stood and whisked her off the chaise lounge. She’d walked out of his life before and without much explanation. Part of him wanted her to rebuke him, but the rest of him craved her. Elysa Green affected him much like the chocolate—one taste wasn’t enough.

“Finish the shoot, then we can play.” He placed the square of chocolate on her tongue. “We’ve got all night.”

Her eyes rolled back in her head and she moaned again. She chewed in deliberate motions, licking her lips. Her cheeks infused with a beautiful shade of pink.

“Don’t know if I can wait that long.”

“You will.” He wrapped one arm around her. “Remember our games?”

“How could I forget?” Her blush deepened.

“The other half of the shoot involves the games we played and showcasing the more decadent, sexual side of my chocolate business. I’m just watching—you’re modelling the items.” He rubbed his cock between her thighs, reminding her how much he wanted her. “All of them.”

Elysa opened her mouth, but instead of saying anything she rose up on her toes and kissed him. The connection seared him to the core. A touch of the chocolate remained on her lips. He curled his other arm around her waist and smoothed his left hand up to the base of her neck. Elysa moaned and writhed against his chest. Yes, this was what he missed. She came alive in his embrace and pushed him to want more from her. He threaded his fingers into her hair and tugged, breaking the kiss and exposing her neck to his appraisal.

“Whatever you want from me, I’m yours,” she murmured. Her skirt shifted high on her hips, exposing her ass and the tiny thong she wore.

“Fuck.” Simon walked her backwards to the chaise and eased her onto the butter soft leather surface. Her hair fanned out around her face like a caramel wave and she puckered her kiss swollen lips. He didn’t bother to move the skirt, but rather shifted the panties aside. Her scent, flowery perfume and musk drifted up to him. His mouth watered.

“Take me, Simon.”  She opened her legs and dragged two fingers down her pussy lips. Her juices glittered in the harsh lighting.

He shouldn’t want her. Shouldn’t fuck her in the middle of a photo shoot, but holy shit. He’d been refused for too long.

Ten Line Tuesday!

Ten lines from my smutastic and so much fun story, Private Hideaway, in the Smut Alfresco anthology! Enjoy!



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And now for those ten lines!

Zoe rolled her eyes. They were standing on front of a wooden cottage in the middle of a deserted campground. What possible surprises could he have up his sleeve?

Torin slipped out of the vehicle and walked out of her line of sight. Within moments, he returned with a huge bouquet of roses. “These are for you, my love.”

“Thank you.” She buried her face in the sweet crimson blossoms. “You know how much I love these.” Zoe wrapped her free arm around his waist. “Question. How do you know we won’t be interrupted? We’ve had the paparazzi on our tails for the last six months.”

“I know and I’m sorry.” Torin offered his hand. “I want to go for a walk.”

She opened her mouth to protest, but he silenced her with a kiss. Zoe melted into his touch, threading her arms around his neck. His tongue tangled with hers. Torin hoisted her off the packed earth, then carried her into the cabin. The door slapped on the wall and the crack vibrated the tiny building. His footsteps thumped on the hardwood floor. A large bed, clad in fresh white sheets sat in the corner of the quaint room.

“Perfect.” Torin crossed the room to the bed. “I can’t wait.”

Ten Line Tuesday!

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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?

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And now for those ten hot lines!

“Did you hear something?” she asked. 

“No one’s here but you and me.” He nodded to the dining room table. “You heard the newspaper. Breeze caught it.” He stood then crossed the room to where she waited. “Going to use that on the patio? You do realize someone will see you sooner or later.” 

“I’m not worried about someone seeing me. The balcony walls are high enough. They might hear me, but unless you’re coming out to give me a hand, I’m on my own.”

“You never asked.” Quint touched her cheek. “The three of us could have the best times. All you have to do is say the word.” He brushed his thumb across her bottom lip then strolled back to his position on the couch.

Emma tipped her head and mulled over Quint’s words. He wanted to fool around?

Rites of Spring with Jenna and Drake!

Rites of spring and all about firsts. Grin. My story, One More Night doesn't have a lot of first, but the characters do. Okay, most of them happen before the story, but you have to start somewhere. In the case of Drake and Jenna, they get a first time in the form of a second chance. Sometimes we don't get those second chances we want so badly to have. They do and what they do with it is so sexy. Here's a snippet:

“Drake?”
He dropped his arms and sighed. “Jen, I’m tired. I’m too old to play games, too fucked up to chase you. I don’t think I could if I wanted to. Say what you need to say.” Gritting his teeth, he hoped she hadn’t heard the fucked up part. Scars and mangled limbs aside, he hated being less of a man in her eyes.
“I never imagined things would be this way.” She picked at the hem of her dress and didn’t look at him. “For as much as I wanted to erase the past, you’re the one thing I can’t let go of.” Jenna straightened her shoulders and met his gaze. “I’m struggling to admit what I want, but I know I really do want that second chance. Madame Eve’s idea to put us together on this date wasn’t so crazy after all.”
“You want this one-night stand to keep going?”
“I do.”
His heart skipped a beat. He had her for the moment. Would she be strong enough to accept the changes in his life? Accept him fully? One thought came to mind—hope.

He's doing a first by giving her the second chance and she's taking advantage of a first--accepting who she is and what she needs. It seems like it would be simple--accepting who you are, but for some, it's really hard. That's how it is for Jenna. Her kink might not be as extreme as some kinks, but it can still be hard to understand. I hope you'll come along with Drake, Jenna, and me on this journey!

Here's a little bit more about the book:

One More Night

A 1Night Stand Story

Three years ago, Jenna ran away from what should have been the best night of her life. Letting her fear and shame get in the way of true happiness has haunted her ever since. It’s time to move on and put the past behind her. A date through the 1Night Stand service is the perfect opportunity to start living life again.

When the love of his life slipped through his fingers, Drake hated to let her go. A near-death accident prevented him from going after her. But after three years of recovery and waiting, he’s ready to take back what’s his, and he’ll do whatever it takes to keep her from running again.

Can Madame Eve work a miracle or will love lose out to pride and fear?

Genre: Erotic romance, contemporary, BDSM

Heat level: 4

Word count – 12k

Cover art by Mina Carter

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