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Writing to Music and Memories with @MeganSlayer #music #inspiration #iamwriting

I’ve been doing a lot of thinking lately and trying to write. Sounds a little odd, right? Trying to write? Sometimes the words are there, but getting them onto paper or the screen isn’t easy. Life gets in the way, despite the characters not stopping to understand that, and I can’t always get everything jotted down.

So I was thinking, driving and listening to the radio… As I’m going along on my way to a sporting event for my tot, a song came over the radio that reminded me of my characters. Not from the current WIP, but a new one. I’ve usually got two WIPs going at one time, but this one was way out of left field. I have the general outline in my head and did manage to get it down on paper so I can get to it later.

But that driving trip got me thinking about how music has been so influential in my life and writing. I need playlists to write. I need to be inspired. When I was a kid, I used to sit right next to my gigantic boom box and listen to the nightly top ten countdown on my local radio station. I’d write down the songs because if I called in and was the tenth caller (or whatever number they requested that night) who could recall the list…then you won a free cassette tape. I used to try and win every night. I had the list mostly memorized. I never did win, but those songs are still with me. I hear them and think of being a kid again. I remember the thrill of listening to the new tunes, being inspired to create art and maybe get lucky enough to win. I never did, but hey, it was still fun.

Maybe I should use that story for one of my books. Grin. Speaking of being inspired, the highly anticipated next book in my Sanctuary Series drops this week. Saving His Roar!!

Saving His Roar by Megan Slayer

A Sanctuary Story

Book 9

M/M, Anal Sex

Paranormal, Contemporary

From Resplendence Publishing

Ryan ‘Blaze’ Burden knew his life wasn’t perfect. He’s a stripper at Stiff and a shifter, but he can’t tell anyone about his special ability. The popularity of shifters hasn’t come to Stiff or the town of Sugar Ridge, for that matter. Being a shifter is still frowned upon. Ryan knows he doesn’t fit in, but he does have one bright spot in his life—the mystery man who comes to the club and requests Ryan for private dances. The electricity between them is palpable, but if Ryan makes a move, will the hottie reciprocate?

Delaney Sullivan doesn’t come to Stiff for the ambiance. He’s there for one dancer—Blaze. He senses the shifter within the handsome young man. But Delaney works for the enemy—he’s the campaign manager for the mayor of Sugar Ridge. He doesn’t share the mayor’s desire to outlaw shifters because he’s a panther shifter. Can he get Blaze out of the club? To trust him? Or maybe even to love him?

These opposites certainly attract, but can they find the mutual trust to have a future together?

Available 9/13 from Resplendence Publishing

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B075HBM864/

Menages vs one-on-one romances #TinaDonahueBooks #EroticRomance

I’ll admit, it took me a looooooong time to wrap my head around menages. Don’t get me wrong, I adored reading them, but writing one was another matter entirely. I couldn’t quite figure out how two guys could crave/love one woman and not come to blows or risk homicide over her. Most people think women are the jealous ones. Ha! They’ve got nothing on guys.

It wasn’t until I figured out that the guys had to either be related (brothers or cousins) or have a tight bond (BFFs) that a menage could work without bloodshed.  And all to the pleasure of the lucky woman.

Yeah, I do love menages. However, that doesn’t mean I’ve given up on one-on-one romances. The way I decide is by the characters, the story line, the conflict, and the individual backgrounds. If a menage doesn’t seem to fit, I don’t push it, I go with one-on-one and vice versa.

This month I have tons of new releases – three menages, one MF. They star cowboys, a witch and a minor god, and two new residents of Hell along with their devilish admissions adviser. Here are blurbs and excerpts. Enjoy!

SEPTEMBER 1

AMAZON

Including Contemporary, Fantasy, Historical, M/M, F/M/F, Paranormal, Rubenesque, Stepbrother Romance, Threesome, Vampire & Werewolf from bestselling authors.

Featuring Wicked Hot by Tina Donahue

When bad boy rockers Scott and Noah unexpectedly land in Hell, they don’t expect to meet Patience, their lovely admissions coordinator. What happens next is sinfully wicked and pure heaven.

SEPTEMBER 5

AMAZON – iBOOKS – BN – KOBO – GOOGLE PLAY

With the summer months slipping by, the temperature will still stay hot when you read this heart stopping collection of passion and seduction. Brought to you by the authors of Romance Books 4 Us, and written by today’s hottest bestselling authors, there is a little bit of something for everyone in each story. So run, don’t walk, to your nearest online eBook retailer and one-click this compilation of sexy reads which will pull you into… summer nights of delight.

Featuring Make Me Breathless by Tina Donahue

These rugged cowboys know what they want…the biker chick who just became their neighbor.

When Ally inherits a Texas ranch, she’s not about to trade in her Harley for a horse or a cow. However, she is taken with the McCrays, two deliciously virile cousins who own the adjoining land. Lucas and Colt are a hundred percent male whether they’re working their property or stripping to skin to cool off in the creek. Maybe it’s time to meet her neighbors.

Colt’s never known a woman like Ally, sultry yet vulnerable and totally clueless when it comes to ranching. Hell, what kind of man would he be if he didn’t offer to help? Lucas feels the same. Both guys want to give her some fun, Texas style. Long, hard, and thorough.

Ally’s certainly game for a good time, yet the sweetest surprise is what follows.

SEPTEMBER 5

PREORDER

Blurb:

Book one – Taming the Beast

No more Mr. Nice Guy.

For Becca Salt being a witch isn’t all magic. Too curvy and lonely, she spends her nights running a makeover service for demons, vamps, weres, and zombies who want to project a more human, normal side. Their goal? To get the babes without the authorities hunting them down like rabid dogs. Once Becca suppresses the worst of their beast, they’re on the hunt and gone.

Dating has been a definite bitch for Eric Diletto. Although he’s hot and hung, he’s also one of Cupid’s descendants. A god born to believe in courtship, courtesy, and all that other junk. Tired of women dumping him for the bad boys, Eric hires Becca to release his inner beast. Grrrr.

Two potions later, they’re crawling all over each other. With Eric’s newfound dominance, he’s definitely the man. And the god who intends to take Becca here, there, and everywhere. Who said sorcery and love wasn’t fun?

Warning: A witchdoctor’s nightmare. Contains potions with weird side effects, a sorceress with limited magical skills and a yearning heart, plus a minor god who wants to get down and dirty. Bad, bad boy.

SEPTEMBER 21

Blushing Books

Blurb:

Book One – Wicked

Two brothers—one woman—unforgettable passion…

Years before, Nikki fell in love with Mitch and Connor, betraying them as only a high school girl could. Now, she’s back and needs their help.

Powerful and commanding, Mitch has never stopped craving Nikki. Connor hungers for her as badly, but isn’t ready to forgive. If she needs some fast cash by working at their gentlemen’s club, she’ll have to audition by stripping for them.

Gladly. Aroused by their shameless scrutiny, Nikki’s willing to do whatever it takes to be near them again…even being punished in the BDSM Room or starring in one of Connor’s erotic films. Mitch won’t have it, unless he and Connor are the ones mounting and enjoying her.

On a sultry weekend in a secluded island mansion, desire reignites on camera and off as Nikki surrenders to their lust, dominance, and exquisite discipline, reawakening their timeless bond and the beginning of forgiveness.

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Mixing genres in one book #TinaDonahueBooks #ReturntoEcstasy

I know there are purists out there who like a straightforward romance with nothing more than a hero and heroine whose journey leads to a happily ever after, or at the very least, a happy for now ending.

I enjoy those books, too. However, it’s always a delight to read or see something that’s way different. Not what you expected and takes you by surprise. For example, The Handmaid’s Tale. Is it dystopian fiction? You bet. Futuristic? Uh-huh. A cautionary tale? Gawd, yeah. Mainstream? That too. It combines so many different elements into an unforgettable tale.

As far as films are concerned – have you seen Predestination with Ethan Hawke? OMG – Best. Film. Ever. I can’t call it scifi, or fantasy, or a cautionary tale. I’m not certain what it is except it was brilliant. At the end, my mouth was literally hanging open.

For my own writing, I like to mix things up and see what comes out. That’s what I’ve done with Return to Ecstasy, book one Her Master’s Pleasure. It’s contemporary, historical, and paranormal (reincarnation) all mixed into one lusty and unforgettable romance.

Here’s the cover art, blurb, some teasers, and an excerpt. Enjoy!

RETURN TO ECSTASY

Book One – Her Master’s Pleasure

AMAZON – SMASHWORDS

Blurb:

A willing slave to possession, punishment, pleasure… 

Dreams of a manor where submission and dominance once ruled draws Faith to hypnotherapist Colin Danes. Potently virile, he’s instantly recognizable as her most cherished master from a past life. Desire smolders in his eyes, proving he’s never forgotten her. 

Their carnal dance continues in the present and leads to their past when she was known as Eve. Through hypnotherapy, Colin brings her back to the Victorian era, a hidden estate where she eagerly submits to whatever he and her other noble masters crave. The exquisite discipline of the strap. Being bid on and mounted each night. Displayed and used for the enjoyment of all. 

Most will take her. One will try to imprison her. Only he will be her true master in that life and this.

Excerpt:

The advertisement challenged: Are your dreams so real they seem to have come from another time?

Faith Montgomery gripped the mail circular. The paper crackled—a sound snapping ice made.

Frigid wind swept past, delivering more snow. Feverish and unsettled, Faith faced the medical arts building that catered to doctors, nutritionists, shrinks, and hypnotherapists. Unlike Seattle’s typical brick or glass structures, this place had a granite facade and steepled ceilings. Similar to a castle where dominance, submission, and punishment played out. Where men wore dated clothing while women were nude, defenseless, sighing then crying out their arousal and pleasure.

Her mouth went dry.

A horn blared.

Her pulse sprinted.

Traffic crawled along the slick streets. Headlights brushed past and illuminated the building directory. According to the circular, Dr. Colin Danes’ office was on the second floor, her appointment in a few minutes, made earlier in the week by phone. The first time she’d heard his voice yet not the first time.

Upon learning her name, he’d come straight to the point. “Why do you want an appointment?”

Something inside her had fluttered at his smooth baritone, enticing and strangely familiar, reducing her to silence.

He’d coaxed. “You’ve seen things. Felt things.”

He had no idea. Then again, maybe he did.

While he’d waited for her response, she’d indulged in his picture on the glossy flyer.

Several thick, wavy locks grazed his forehead, his hair raven-black, his strong, masculine features handsome as hell and decidedly aristocratic. He’d look at home dressed in eveningwear worn during the early Victorian era. A coat with tails, snug at the waist to accentuate his impressive shoulders. Dark trousers and a shockingly white cravat. Identical to heroes in romance novels Faith had read in high school.

He definitely had those guys beat.

His long-lashed eyes were a striking blue. Even from the picture, they stripped away her privacy and reached into her soul, the same as the promise of his full, rich mouth. Stubble graced his upper lip, chin, and cheeks, virile and tempting. Possibly early thirties, he was a man women wouldn’t forget.

Faith certainly hadn’t.

Before he asked if she was still on the line or had hung up, she’d answered. “Yes. I’ve had recurring dreams, flashes from another time.” He’d starred in each.

Rather than questioning her further, he’d given her the last appointment for today. Well past the time other professionals did business. His office windows were the only ones lit on the second floor. The golden glow spilled out into the night. Snow flurries, carried by the wind, twinkled like stars within the brightness.

Faith half expected, and fully hoped, he’d be at the window, looking down at her. Watching. Waiting. Anticipating as she did.

He wasn’t.

His absence stoked her stark need. If she knew him as she believed she did, he had no doubt she’d keep their appointment. Now, as before, he commanded and expected her to obey. More importantly, what they’d shared would make him crave her as she did him.

Edgy, she entered the building. Heated air brushed past. Polished wood, leather, and wool scents washed over her. In the absolute quiet, her high heels clicked on the floor, a dark-green marble veined with white.

Faith avoided slick spots made by others who’d come and gone, tracking in snow. She should have worn more practical shoes in this weather, pants rather than a skirt, but hadn’t, sensing Dr. Danes wouldn’t have approved.

Like one possessed, or commanded by a Master, she climbed the stairs to the second floor. Polished walnut paneled the walls. The wood gave this place the feel of a private club where men called the shots. Their decisions law. Their desires the only rule that counted, no matter what they commanded. A woman’s full surrender to their needs. Having her down on her knees before them, her lips parted to taste a thickened cock or to release a delighted whimper at the strap one held, eager for him to discipline her.

Lightheaded and breathless, Faith reached the landing. Danes’ office was the last one in the long hall, the door ajar. Amber light demanded she go inside.

No receptionist greeted her in the snug waiting room. Faith hadn’t expected one, sensing he’d want them to be alone. Exactly what she desired.

She inhaled as deeply as she could. The burgundy leather chairs perfumed the small space and claimed it for a man. Beyond the reception area was his office, its door open. He stood at his desk, his attention on a book he read.

Her legs went watery.

With indecent curiosity, she drank him in, the charcoal sweater and dark trousers that matched his ebony hair and fit his powerful frame so well. Broad shoulders. Muscular thighs. She trembled at the raw power in his strong hands. She’d dreamed of it.

And would do anything to experience those times again.

He closed his book. It snapped faintly. He looked up.

Time shifted. The past bled into the present. Faith stilled, trapped within his potent gaze, overwhelmed with recognition, irresistible and welcoming.

She knew him.

More importantly, he recognized her.

Unmistakable longing flared in his eyes, the same yearning she felt. Beneath it, lust smoldered.

They had been Master and slave once, lovers born for each other, as she’d suspected. His direct mailing hadn’t been a fluke but deliberate, to find and coax her here. Not only to help her relive their shameless past but to build upon it in this life.

Heat surged through her.

He advanced a step. “Faith.”

She softened at his commanding yet intimate voice. An awesome combination. “Dr. Danes.”

He smiled. “Colin.”

“Yes, Colin.” It fit him well, as Nicholas had. His name in their first incarnation. Of course, he already knew as much, and that he’d once called her Eve.

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