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Biting Love by @MeganSlayer #vampire #romance #gayromance #novella #hotread

Biting Love By Megan Slayer 

A Rosie Peaks Crossover Novella

Megan Slayer Publications

M/M, Anal Sex

Vampires

Contemporary, Paranormal

 

Mix one vampire with one human who doesn’t believe in the paranormal and add some sizzle.

Anson wasn’t looking for a partner when he spotted the handsome human, but he’s not about to argue when the mood strikes. He’s got to bring a date to the Halloween bash and Parker fits his bill exactly. Now all he needs to do is convince Parker that vampires truly exist.

Parker is practical, intelligent and a little on the geeky side. He can’t believe his eyes—a handsome man has not only hit on him, but asked him out…to a masquerade ball. He doesn’t believe in vampires, but Anson wears his Dracula costume a bit too well.

Can these two find love and trust after all or will the sparks only last until the dawn?

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EXCERPT: ©2017 Megan Slayer, All Rights Reserved

“Okay, then where’s your boyfriend?”

“Don’t have one.” Not since Seth dumped him a year ago. Seth wanted to sleep around and Parker wanted monogamy. According to Seth, gay men couldn’t be monogamous. The asshole. Parker tried to get him back, but Seth never called him again.

“You should.” Anson grasped Parker’s hand. “But it makes this so much easier.”

“Me? I? What?” Oh Jesus, he had to stop talking. He made no sense and he could’ve sworn Anson wanted to kiss him.

“It’s rather difficult to ask someone out if they’ve already got a date or boyfriend.” Anson scooted he chair around the table until he sat next to Parker. “Right?”

“You’re asking me out?” He must’ve heard Anson wrong and understood the wrong vibes. “Really?”

“Of course…unless you don’t want to.” Anson trailed his fingers down the back of Parker’s neck. His eyes shimmered. “Not interested?”

“I…yes.” Christ. Start going for what you want, Parker. “I’d like a date. Yes. But I need some time. I mean—not tonight.” Shit. He was fucking up the plan. “I mean…”

“I’m pretty free. What works for you?”

“Uh…I need to get this paper down. But I’ve got time around lunch tomorrow. If I can get this turned in before tomorrow night, I’ll be free for Halloween. Would lunch work? Then if you don’t like me, we’re not committed to a night date?” He’d just talked himself out of a date. Shit.

“No good. I’m…in a class at lunch.” Anson draped his arm across the back of Parker’s chair. “I’m better at night.”

“Oh.” Anson didn’t strike him as a college student. “Which class? I could meet you at your building afterward.”

“Uh…it’s off campus at the sculpture building at the old farm.” Anson nodded. “You know, all of those power tools and bending machines. They can’t have it too close to campus in case one of the artists does something crazy.”

“I doubt that.” He turned in his seat to face Anson. “The worst you could do is burn down the building, but why? Performance art? Nah. You’re all careful. It’s a reason to be out there.” He wanted to touch Anson and prove to himself the man was real. He rested his forearms on his thighs instead. “I’ve never been to the arts building out there, so I wouldn’t know too much about it.”

“Oh? Why not?”

“No wheels.” Embarrassment washed over him. If his dorky personality wasn’t enough to push Anson away, his lack of a car would be the topper. “I had to sell my car to make my tuition payment. My job at the front desk at the student housing complex was cut.”

“That’s awful.” Anson didn’t pull away. He kept caressing Parker’s biceps.

“Unless I can find a sugar daddy or get some cash flowing from my writing, I’ll have to get a part time job over at the burger joint across from the student center. It’s not a bad job, but I’d rather be writing.” He smiled to hide how he felt—embarrassed, dejected, screwed over. He had to get more positivity into his life, but damn it. Life kept throwing him curveballs.

“You never told me what you write.” Anson wriggled his eyebrows. “Anything juicy?”

“No.” Here he wanted to be a writer and he hadn’t self-promoted. Bad Parker. “Science fiction with a little paranormal mixed in. It really depends on the day and my mood. I’ve got one about aliens invading the earth and this one is more paranormal.”

“Really?” Anson smiled.

Parker couldn’t read his expression. “You don’t like it? Too out there for you?”

“No, I’m fascinated.”

“You are?”

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Something I’ve Never Written…

…is a wedding scene. I’ve written tons of short stories, novellas and a couple of novels, and not once have my characters gotten married. Why? A sign of the times, perhaps? People don’t get married as much as they used to, and all that.

Actually, no, that’s not why. I literally never thought about this until I sat down to write this post, so bear with me, but I suspect it’s because I’m not really that good at the mushy stuff. Yes, I write erotic romance as well as pure erotica and many of my characters get a happy ever after, or a happy for now, but I’ve never taken them right to the aisle. I’m fairly sure I haven’t even had any characters get engaged (correct me if I’m wrong, I’ve written lots of stories!). God, aren’t I just a mean bitch?

It’s probably not intentional, but I reckon my stories deal more with the characters getting together, or back together, etc, and I’m perfectly capable of handling the declarations of love and falling into bed, I just haven’t seemed to take it any further than that.

Hmm… it seems I really must rectify that, doesn’t it? Right, one wedding coming up. Actually, you’ll have to wait. If I marry the character I’m writing now to someone else, I think he might kill me.

If you want to read one of my books which has lots of lovey-dovey action but no wedding, check out my latest release, A French Affairhttp://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/a-french-affair/

Sexy Excerpt from Off the Shelf

The Dirty Birdies are bringing the heat in May (which is probably just as well as it’s constantly raining here in Blighty), and I’d like to add my contribution with a sizzling hot excerpt from my new novella, Off the Shelf, which appears in Silk Stockings, from Xcite Books.

Here’s the blurb:

Silk StockingsAt 35, travel writer Annalise is fed up with insensitive comments about being left on the shelf. It’s not as if she doesn’t want a man, but her busy career doesn’t leave her much time for relationships. Sexy liaisons with passing acquaintances give Annalise physical satisfaction, but she needs more than that. She wants a man who will satisfy her mind as well as her body. But where will she find someone like that? It seems Annalise may be in luck when a new member of staff starts working in the bookshop at the airport she regularly travels through. Damien appears to tick all the boxes; he’s gorgeous, funny and intelligent, and he shares Annalise’s love of books and travel. The trouble is, Damien’s shy and Annalise is terrified of rejection. Can they overcome their fears and admit their feelings, or are they doomed to remain on the shelf?

And here’s the sizzling excerpt:

Dropping onto her back, Annalise lifted her bottom, hooked her thumbs into the sides of her thong and shimmied out of it. She flicked one foot and sent it sailing across the room, then sat up, unhooked her bra and sent it in the same direction. She was just about to grab the top of one of her hold-up stockings to roll it off when Damien got back onto the bed and crawled over to her.

“Don’t,” he said quietly, pushing her onto her back once more, “leave them on.”

“Ooh,” she replied, shuffling backwards up the bed so her head was on the pillows, “like them, do we?”

“What do you think?” he shot back, stroking his stiff cock a couple of times before moving between her legs and nudging them apart with his own.

It wasn’t at all cool in the room, but as her pussy was exposed to the air, it certainly felt it. She didn’t have long to think about how hot her pussy must be to feel that way because milliseconds later, Damien’s hand was there, slipping between her parted labia and dipping into her wetness.

A deep moan came from Damien’s throat as he touched her. Annalise’s cunt clenched in response.

“You’re so wet. Fuck, Annalise… I want…”

“I know, so do I. Please, do it now.”

“But don’t you want…”

“Later. There’s time for that later. Please, just fuck me. Trust me, I’m so turned on that I’ll have no trouble at all coming.”

A small smile crept onto his face. “Really?”

“Really. Now come here.”

Damien covered her body with his, resting his weight on his knees and elbows, and looked into Annalise’s eyes. Then, cupping her cheek with one hand, he lowered his face to hers and kissed her. Opening her mouth, she allowed him to thrust his tongue inside. This time, though, she caught it between her lips and sucked, pulling it deeper. A strangled moan came from Damien’s throat, and Annalise felt his cock twitch against her vulva. She angled her hips, desperate to have him inside her.

It didn’t quite work, but Damien was obviously just as eager to be inside her, as he removed his hand from her face and slipped it between their bodies. Grasping his cock, he pressed it against her entrance, then removed his hand.

Annalise was so wet and ready that with one thrust of Damien’s hips he was balls-deep inside her. She forgot all about sucking his tongue, threw her head back and moaned loudly. They were still for a beat, then a minute movement from Damien had Annalise clasping her ankles around the back of his legs and gripping his ass in her hands.

“Damien, please. I am so desperate to come that it may get violent. Give me what you’ve got. We have a box of twelve condoms and all weekend.”

Damien chuckled. “Just twelve? What do you take me for?”

A playful slap of his ass made Damien yelp. “Shut up and fuck me.”

“Yes ma’am.”

More info and buy links here: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/the-secret-library-silk-stockings/

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And here’s a hot guy pic. A bit odd, I know, since he’s no longer with us. But I’m posting it because it’s the closest I could get to finding a guy that resembles the gorgeous hero in my novella, Damien. Only Damien’s, you know, nerdier. But in a totally hot way. So if you can think of another hot (living) celeb who has uber cute hair like this, let me know! 🙂

Happy reading – and perving!