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Getting Caught with a #Book ~ with @MeganSlayer (And a New Release!)

I’ve always loved to read. As far back as I can remember, I’ve loved books. If I could have been reading all the time, I would’ve been. But, I had to go to school and learn things, too.

That said, I did get into trouble once and it was big trouble. Sounds silly looking back on the moment, but at the time, it was…er…murder.

I was in the sixth grade (Maybe it was the 7th, I’m not totally sure now), but I was in English class and supposed to be diagramming sentences. Right. It wasn’t a difficult task. But, I didn’t want to. You see…I’d picked up a copy of Murder on the Orient Express by Agatha Christie. I blew through the book. Like, didn’t pay attention in science class or math, I was so engrossed. I had to know what would happen next. I hid the book under the desk and read instead of doing whatever it was we were learning. Hey, the book practically cried out for me to read it. Unfortunately, my English teacher didn’t share my vigor. Nope. She caught me. Three times. Each time after being redirected, so to speak, I’d go right back to my book. Now you’d think reading a book wouldn’t be so horrible. I was reading! But I was supposed to be working on diagramming sentences so I’d know what a hanging gerund was (I’m still not entirely sure, but that’s not important right now). Yeah, so the fourth time was the last straw for the teacher. I still wasn’t done with the book, but she wasn’t having any of this. She took the book away. Yep. Poof! Gone. No book. Sad Megan. So not fun. I had to actually diagram those sentences and was in trouble. She pulled me aside after class and reminded me I was in school to learn… not read. GASP! I know. She called my mother and reminded her that I wasn’t paying attention. Oh, boy, did I get into trouble when I got home.

All because of a book. To this day, I love Murder on the Orient Express and will take time here and there to read it. It’s my form of fighting the machine, I guess. Hey, you have to take time to read. 🙂

Speaking of reading, want to read a little bit about my latest release, Making the Play? You sure do! Here you go!

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Making the Play 

Megan Slayer

Out of Bounds Series

M/M, Anal Sex, Masturbation

Novella

Sports Romance

Pride Publishing

 

Sometimes switching things up really does mean getting the guy.

Allan Clark thought his life as a wide receiver for the Wildcats was over the moment he was told he’d be the new punt returner. He’d thought he didn’t want to be a special teams player. He’d rather have the limelight. But once he starts returning punts, he realizes this was where he should’ve been all along. Speaking of perks, he now gets to spend time with the sexy kicker, Tyler Leigh. Maybe this switch is the best thing that could’ve happened to him.

Unlike Allan, Tyler isn’t planning on going into the draft or playing football for the rest of his life. He’s got other plans, though a side trip in the sheets with Allan isn’t off his radar. He’s wanted Allan since he joined the team. But Tyler’s got baggage and an overzealous ex-boyfriend hell-bent on making his life miserable. With Allan, he sees a bright spot.

Will these two seeming opposites leave their desires on the field, or will they find common ground together and score?

Reader Advisory: This book contains scenes of masturbation, implied abuse as well as references to violence, physical assault and emotional abuse.

Available from Pride Publishing:

https://www.pride-publishing.com/book/making-the-play

And soon from ebook retailers everywhere.

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Megan Slayer – It’s Always Fun to Squirm ~ Find me at: http://wendizwaduk.com/indexMegan.htm 
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A New Beginning with @MeganSlayer #introductions #reading #iamwriting

So we’re here! I’m here. 🙂 I wanted to say hi and…I’m not sure what to say. I’m all excited. Ask anyone who knows me and they’ll tell you Wendi, aka Megan Slayer, is a chatterbox. I’m a busy bee, floating from flower to flower. But right now? I’m all nervous. How about I talk about me? Here’s the official bio:

Megan Slayer, aka Wendi Zwaduk, is a multi-published, award-winning author of more than one-hundred short stories and novels. She’s been writing since 2008 and published since 2009. Her stories range from the contemporary and paranormal to LGBTQ and BDSM themes. No matter what the length, her works are always hot, but with a lot of heart. She enjoys giving her characters a second chance at love, no matter what the form. She’s been the runner up in the Kink Category at Love Romances Café as well as nominated at the LRC for best author, best contemporary, best ménage and best anthology. Her books have made it to the bestseller lists on Amazon.com.

When she’s not writing, Megan spends time with her husband and son as well as three dogs and three cats. She enjoys art, music and racing, but football is her sport of choice. Find out more about Megan and Wendi at: http://wendizwaduk.com/indexMegan.htm

Website, Blog, Fan Page, Amazon Author Page, Goodreads, and Twitter

There… that’s out of the way. 🙂 I like my books hot, my men hotter and the stories always have to have a happy ending. What about you? Do you get nervous in new situations? How do you handle it? I’d love to know.

Want an intro to some of my work? The latest book in my Battle Scarred series dropped from Loose Id last week. Here’s a little bit about Never Give You Up:

Battle Scarred 5: Never Give You Up 

Megan Slayer

Loose Id

Contemporary, Paranormal (Vampires)

M/M, Anal Sex, Masturbation

Through time, distance and confusion, we will always find each other.

Galen Collins knows who he loves, but the vampire of his dreams, Anders Von, isn’t interested. What’s a vampire to do when he’s been rejected? Go to the clubs for sex. He’ll get Anders out of his mind one way or another. But there’s something wicked on the horizon in the form of a virus meant to wipe out supernatural beings. Forces who hardly know Galen are out to keep him and Anders apart. Will he allow the demons to win, or will he chase Anders to the ends of the earth?

Anders has always had a crush on Galen, but things never worked out right time-wise. Galen is the one vampire to make his emotional heart race. He wants to strip Galen to his core and explore every inch of him. Will Anders take the chance to be with Galen and discover how well they fit together or will the virus take Galen before Anders makes his move?

Available from Loose Id http://www.loose-id.com/battle-scarred-5-never-give-you-up.html or wherever ebooks are sold: https://books2read.com/u/mV7LKM

Exclusive Excerpt ~ Guarding His Anchor by @KaceyHammell #ComingSoon #CanadianMuscle #Suspense

 

Good morning all. I hope you’ve had a splendid weekend. It’s been gorgeous here in Ontario. Above freezing temp – even up to 10 C yesterday – and the warmth of the sun shining and snow is melting. It’s been glorious. The next couple weeks are similar, warmer temps but with a few cooler mornings.

I have a new release coming tomorrow at Evernight Publishing. The 2nd Canadian Muscle story, Guarding His Anchor. I’m super excited about it. Anyone who read Guarding Midnight, Book 1, will remember Charlie & Frank. This is their journey since the last we saw them. It was a lot of fun to write, but also emotionally overwhelming at times. There were a few surprises along the way that I hadn’t counted on. But worked so well with the story. I’m not a fan of surprises when it comes to my writing, and while I outline loosely I usually know what lies ahead, but these darn characters just seem to take over! The nerve of them!

So today, I thought I would share an exclusive excerpt from Guarding His Anchor. Here, Frank is confronted, in a way, by the men who are loyal to Charlie. Frank knows he’s screwed up many times with her and she has people looking out for her.

Frank is a very complicated man to say the least. 😀

Excerpt ©KaceyHammell, 2017

The hard bass of the music inside the Vixen Club vibrated through Frank’s body as he entered.

People were packed into every square foot. Friday night brought in many locals who didn’t mind the ferocious beats from the speakers. Patrons came from other towns, too. Two dancers used the whole stage for their routine. Their short red skirts and stomach-baring tops glowed in the spotlights as they performed to a classic rock anthem. That they’d choreographed a Burlesque number to the music they chose always awed him. Charlotte didn’t allow stripping routines. A few might come close based on the skit, but it she didn’t run that type of establishment. The dancers pushed the envelope as much as they wanted without baring it all, teasing the customers but taking pride in what they created. He’d never met the two vivacious ladies currently on stage, but he had to applaud Charlotte’s business sense. She employed stunning and athletic ladies with immense talent.

Frank nodded at a few of the regulars he’d met before as he strolled toward the bar. He took a seat a seat on a stool and caught the bartender’s gaze.

“Hey, Frank.” Greg laid a napkin on the bar. “Good to see you again.”

“Thanks, man. Good to see the place full.”

“It’s the end of a long week for many. What’ll you have?”

“Irish whiskey.” Frank grinned. “The boss’s top-shelf stuff.”

Greg smirked, turned around, and pulled open a cupboard below the many full shelves. Again, he had to commend Charlotte for her taste in alcohol. Though pricier than other bars, she made sure to carry the best to offer her customers.

And she still kept the more expensive ones for special occasions.

“Is the boss around?” he questioned.

Greg’s gaze lifted to his after he filled the glass. Frank held it, knowing full well how loyal Charlotte’s employees were to her. He’d never run from anyone’s speculations. They knew his history with her, and it was none of their business where he and Charlotte stood.

“Something on your mind, Greg?” Frank challenged.

The bartender shook his head. “Not my business, man, but just hope you stick around this time.” He shoved the glass closer to Frank before he turned to help the customer at the other end of the bar.

Frank had to give it to the young guy—he had spunk. While he had the urge to grab the kid by the throat and tell him to mind his own fucking business, he understood the protectiveness Greg had for Charlotte. A lot of men did. Her care and personality, her love for those around her, induced loyalty from everyone who met her. From what she’d told him, over the years the town had wrapped her up in their protective arms and made her family. Many residents had given him glares and long lectures whenever he breezed through town.

“Hey, man, how you doing?” Marc questioned as he dropped onto the stool beside Frank.

“Want the usual, Marc?” Greg slapped a napkin on the bar, then grabbed a glass and held it beneath the draft tap. He filled it after Marc nodded.

“I’m doing all right, I guess. Wanted a break from reading endless charts and maps. There’s no shortage of paperwork to go through in Sean’s old cases and this one.”

“Searching for a pattern in his behavior?” Marc sipped his drink.

Frank shrugged and enjoyed a sip of his own drink. “Hard to justify a guy like that turning his back on years of service and his family. Makes little sense.”

“Then why the hard-on to bring him in? Not as though you’ve shown him any mercy, going after him with a vengeance.” Marc leaned on the bar, pinning Frank with his gaze. “If you have doubts, then why so sure he’s guilty?”

“The fucker shot me. Have you forgotten that?” Frank didn’t like his decisions challenged. And he bore the wound from whatever game Sean might be playing. A deep scar he’d forever live with. If Sean were still undercover, he deserved an Oscar.

Marc chuckled. “You’ve been bitching about that wound for days. I can’t forget. Not the first time someone’s shot you, right?”

Leave it to Marc to view things in simple black and white. If only Frank were a glass-half-full optimist like his friend. “Doesn’t matter. Even if Sean’s still in deep, he’s too far gone and needs to come in. For his life and others. His family and friends may suffer the consequences of his actions if he isn’t careful.”

The thought cut sharp. There was the potential for danger on Charlotte’s doorstep, and for Victoria and Shree, too. Frank wouldn’t rest until any threats were gone. Their lives were not something he’d take a chance with.

“Speaking of being careful.” Marc nodded his head toward the other side of the room and tipped his bottle in that direction. “If you aren’t careful, you’ll lose her for good. I mean, I don’t care considering she’s too good for you, but she wants you in your life.”

Frank’s gaze shifted and he watched Charlotte greet people, a smile on her lovely lips. The perfect hostess. Regulars and newbies got caught up in her pretty face and her matter-of-fact, no-nonsense demeanor. The dancers and their skits captured the crowds with flashes of skin with old classic tunes they lip-synced and danced to. The throwbacks to eras gone by came to life on stage. But as usual, being the goddess she was, Charlotte charmed them and wrapped them around her little finger. And in skin-tight black jeans, a tight fire-engine-red top, and her curly hair mussed as though she’d tumbled out of bed, nearly every hungry gaze in the place was on her. Male and female alike.

Desire curled in his gut, almost cutting off the oxygen to his lungs. But he’d pushed her too far the other day. They’d only communicated by text, and she was always in his thoughts. He’d laid his heart on the line when he’d said they weren’t over. That was the closest he’d get to sharing how he truly felt about her and what he hoped for the future.

He was hers.

 

Be sure to check out the first book in the series, Guarding Midnight.
Book Pages:
Book 1: Guarding Midnight
Book 2: Guarding His Anchor

Hope you have a wonderful week ahead!!

Kacey xoxo