Paid in Full by Megan Slayer

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Want to read the 2000^th book pubbed by Changeling? Then look no farther than Soul Debt: Paid in Full by Megan Slayer. Full of MM hotness, with a pair of demons, The Devil, and a horny guy...with horns. Yes, he’s got horns! You won’t want to miss it! Here, check it out:

Soul Debt: Paid in Full by Megan Slayer

Number in Series: 1

BIN: 06226-02000

Word Count: 12K

Page Count: 40

Price: $3.99

Release Date: February 22, 2013

Editor: Katriena Knights

Cover Artist: Reneé George

Genres: Erotic Romance, Novella, Dark Fantasy, Paranormal

Themes: Gay, Dark Desire

Available HERE

Ever danced with the Devil? I have.

You know how people make deals with God? I made one with the Devil. For what, you ask? A boyfriend. Little did I know, the Devil would not only take me up on the deal, but make it worth both our whiles -- just not in the way I'd imagined. Turns out, nothing in my world is what it seemed.

How about an excerpt? Sure!

"Sir," he said, almost as if we weren't in the middle of fucking. "I like that." His grasp on my hair tightened. "Ask me."

Ask him? With him in my butt, he wanted me to use rational sentences? Jesus. His pubic hairs brushed my ass cheeks, and his balls slapped against mine.

"Tell me what you want." He swatted my hip. "Ask."

"I'm tired of being alone. I want to be loved." Not the question he wanted, but who cared?

He moved his hips, sawing in and out of my ass. I wouldn't last long. I wanted this fuck way too much. I closed my eyes again and panted.

"Fuck," he roared. His hips slammed into mine, thrusting me against the wall. "You want love, fine." He grunted, and his seed spurted in my ass. "You've got it."

Boy, did I have it. Come all in my butt and an ache to last at least three days. Best time yet. The Devil reached around me and curled his hand around my throbbing erection. He squeezed tight, then started to stroke me. I pressed my face against the cool plaster of the wall and trembled.

"I. Need. To. Come." I don't know how I formed the words.

"Come," he replied. The word came out in a whisper.

I panted and drenched the wall in my come. From my head to my toes, I wobbled. I'd never felt so spent in my whole damned life.

"You'll have love, but it won't be pretty, and I will come back for what's mine."

Through my post-coital haze, I heard him speak and tried to process what he'd said. Not pretty? I opened my eyes. My clothes clung to my body and my ass froze. He wasn't behind me? I glanced over my shoulder. No Devil. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

I heard footsteps on the concrete stairs. Shit. The hallway went fuzzy, and I tripped pulling my pants up. Instead of looking cool, I fell flat on my face, pants around my knees.

"Alex, I believe the Devil has come to collect." Adam knelt next to me. "Don't tell me you've asked him for something."

I considered my answer. I could be honest and have them laugh. Or lie and see what happened.

"He did." A pair of arms hiked me back to my feet and the scent of Alex's cologne wrapped around me. "And he paid dearly," Alex said and rested his head on top of mine. "Sucks."

I wasn't sure what they meant, but I let the two of them escort me into my apartment. I tried to collapse on the couch, but Alex kept me in his embrace. "Nope, big guy, we're heading to the shower."

Adam looked me straight in the eye. "Then we've got to talk."

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When she's not writing the stories in her head, Megan Slayer can be found luxuriating in her hot tub with her two vampire Cabana boys, Luke and Jeremy. She has the tendency to run a tad too far with her muse, so she has to hide in the head of her alter ego, but the boys don't seem to mind.

When she’s not obsessing over her whip collection, she can be found picking up her kidlet from school. She enjoys writing in all genres, but writing about men in love suits her fancy best. The cabana boys are willing to serve, unless she needs them. She always need them. So be nice to Javier or he will bite--on command.

She also masquerades under the name Wendi Zwaduk and is published through Changeling Press, Liquid Silver Books, and Total-E-Bound Publishing.

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Valentine’s in the Club by Megan Slayer

What happens in the club, stays in the club...except on Valentine’s Day.

Being single on the dreaded day of love sucks. Ask Morgan. Three years in a row of sucky dates have made her gunshy. But a night of clubbing and a chance meeting with the man who features in her naughty fantasies just might turn this girl’s thoughts around. Maybe.

The moment he laid eyes on Morgan, Trip knew she was the woman for him. And what better day to make his move than Valentine’s Day? He’s about to find out how hard he’ll have to work to get what he wants—her.

Publication Date: February 11, 2013

Series: Valentine's Sucks

Price: $1.99

Available  at: http://www.sharaazod.com/ebook/valentines-club.html

Excerpt:

“Morgan, you’re thinking way too hard.” Lacey grinned and flipped her blonde hair over her shoulder. “Let’s have fun.”

Fun. Morgan groaned. “You have fun. I’m out of here.” She loved her best friend, but damn. They were polar opposites. Lacey embodied beach beauty. Not Morgan. Too much booty and too many curves. She shook her head. Fuck it.

“Morgan?”

She knew that voice. Trip. What a time to run into her boss. She didn’t bother to turn around. “Hey, Trip.”

“You’re here on your day off.” Trip touched her shoulder, then rested one hand on the bar beside her. His blue eyes sparkled and the scruff on his cheeks shone in the glittering lights. “You never come here when you’re not working. Might give me the idea you like being here.”

His gravelly voice, spoken right in her ear, sent shivers down her spine. Well, shit. Talk about walking sex. Muscles where a guy should be chiseled and with a smile to melt the iciest heart. He’d been the reason she stuck around. That and she loved looking at his ass.

“I don’t like being here. But Lacey wanted to dance. I trust the bouncers here more than I do over at the Graphite Club.” She kept her gaze on the dancers. If she looked at Trip, she’d lose her reputation for being an ice queen.

“Lacey? Carmona? She can hold her own. She’s probably already broken the hearts of half the men out there.” Trip pointed to Lacey, who was grinding her ass against a dark-haired man. “Want to dance?”

“No.” Who was she kidding? She wanted to dance, and with Trip, but fuck. The last time she’d let go and offered her heart, she’d ended up paying the damn price.

“You’ll do anything to push people away, won’t you?” Trip rose to his full height, then grabbed her hand. “Come on.”

“Where the hell do you think we’re going?” Morgan braced her feet. “I am not going anywhere with you.”

“You’re pissed and hurting.” His blue eyes blazed, and his warm breath feathered on her cheeks. She noticed the freckles sprinkled on his nose. Since when had he sprouted freckles? And why was she looking?

“Lacey said you were upset, but I never expected you to be this upset.” Trip wrapped an arm around her. He tugged her across the room, through the throng of sweaty bodies to his office. What did he want? To stretch her across his desk for a quickie? Hot sex against the wall while the dancers partied, oblivious, on the other side? Her pussy quivered, and she pressed her knees together.

Trip McDivott served as the principal player in all her naughty fantasies. Now he wanted her alone in his office. If she wasn’t mistaken, she could’ve sworn she heard Lacey giggle over the thundering dance music. The cooler air of his office slapped her back to reality. This was her boss. She shouldn’t imagine him wanting her for anything other than as an employee.

Fucking cruel Valentine’s Day strikes again.

“Trip, let go of me. I’m here for fun, not so we can have a staff meeting.” She nudged him away from her, only to have him hold her tighter. “Trip, don’t make me bust your balls.”

He shut the door with one hand, then turned on her. “We need to talk.”

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Want to know more about Megan Slayer?

When she's not writing the stories in her head, Megan Slayer can be found luxuriating in her hot tub with her two vampire Cabana boys, Luke and Jeremy. She has the tendency to run a tad too far with her muse, so she has to hide in the head of her alter ego, but the boys don't seem to mind.

When she’s not obsessing over her whip collection, she can be found picking up her kidlet from school. She enjoys writing in all genres, but writing about men in love suits her fancy best. The cabana boys are willing to serve, unless she needs them. She always need them. So be nice to Javier or he will bite--on command.

She also masquerades under the name Wendi Zwaduk and is published through Changeling Press, Liquid Silver Books, and Total-E-Bound Publishing.

Megan’s website 

Megan’s blog

Megan on Amazon

Megan on Goodreads

Megan on Facebook

Megan on Twitter