Tag Archives: coming soon

Coming Next Week ~ Finding Michael by @MeganSlayer #gayromance #contemporary #smalltown #secondchance

Finding Michael by Megan Slayer

Pride Publishing

Contemporary Erotic Gay Romance

Super Novel


Going home could be just the thing his muse needs and his heart desires.

Tristan Paulson needs the words to return. He loves his career penning novels of small-town love, but his muse has gone missing. If he can’t write, he can go back to his roots and sort through the items his newly deceased uncle left behind. Once in Sullavan, Ohio, he realizes just how much he loved the place. Then he sees the handsome librarian—Michael is just the kind of guy he’s always wanted. How can he go back to the big city when Sullavan calls to him?

Michael Kane wants nothing more than to be surrounded by his books and the written word. He knows heartbreak and isn’t in the mood to put himself out into the dating pool again…until he sees Tristan. He wants to be with Tristan, but he’s too shy. A handsome man like Tristan wouldn’t be interested in a quiet man like Michael…would he?

General Release Date: 20th February 2018, preorder up on 1/9

Here’s an excerpt!

©MeganSlayer 2018, All Rights Reserved

“There’s a bookstore and it has a coffee shop. I go there. I spend a lot of time with Molly because she’s alone at the B&B. Her last boyfriend was a real peach and when he left, he screwed her over. Stole her money, wrecked her car…so she’s kind of touchy.” He stretched his legs. “Otherwise I do my own thing. I spend a lot of time at the library and working with the ladies group who helps the library.”

“No boyfriend?”

Isn’t he full of questions again? “No.”

“Me either.” Tristan blew out a long breath. “Why don’t we go down to the diner? I’m starving and…why not?”

“Sure.” He eyeballed Tristan. The guy wasn’t asking him to come home with him. Just a meal together. Why did this feel like more? Because he wanted more? Christ, he hadn’t gone out with anyone since Barry and even then, the connection wasn’t strong. He stood and stretched, then settled next to Tristan. He could be crazy, but he’d like to find out more about Tristan.

Tristan remained beside Michael as they walked to the diner. He could get used to being with Michael. He’d only been in town for twenty-four hours and he couldn’t fathom not having Michael in his life. As friends? Absolutely. As lovers? If he had his way, then yes.


COMING SOON FROM @AuthorLynnBurke and @EvernightPub #EliteEscorts SECOND GO-ROUND!


Second Go-Round

Elite Escorts #2

Erotic Romance from Author Lynn Burke!


Nothing like Sunday mornings, a pot of coffee, and sports talk radio on TV. While Mike and Mike chatted about the Pats, I sucked down caffeine hoping it would infused my blood stream so I wouldn’t have to prop my eyelids open with toothpicks.

Talk about a lousy lay.

I swallowed down more coffee and shook my head, my mind flitting to memories of my date the night before. The sexual-charged energy over the dinner table. The grinding of his huge hard-on against my hip while dancing amidst strobe lights and thumping bass. The anticipation as I dragged him into my apartment at two in the morning…

The guy didn’t know how to use the package between his legs he’d been blessed with. That, and his complete lack of hand and mouth use just about killed it for me. And, not in a good way. He just stuck it in and went to town getting his own rocks off.

Boring with a capital B.

I stifled a yawn and frowned. Shouldn’t have been surprised. Every man I’d been out with since losing my virginity years earlier had pretty much proven to be the same. Hype, energy, then disappointment. Sure, I got off on occasion, but only because I had to help them get the job done.

You’d have thought I ripped his heart out when I sent him out the door the night before, declining his suggestion of another date. No thank you.

Broken heart number…fifty? Sixty? Whatever the answer, he joined all the men I’d left hanging or begging for a second chance. The few who did happen to talk me into another try ended up as a similar blip on my past’s radar.

I’d been called all kinds of names over the years, most being uncomplimentary, regardless of how truthful they might be. Those who knew me best, pitied the men who went out with me, fools who would without a doubt end up with a broken heart.