Wednesday, April 25, 2018

Can a wolf shifter and a were-jaguar build a future? #MMRomance #Giveaway #shifters @MeganSlayer

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Opposites can attract, but can they make the love last?

Dillon came to the Sanctuary to hide, but also to heal. He’d been abused and needed a safe place to come into his own. He never expected to find a partner, but love came looking for him. Can he accept what he deserves or will he push away a chance at forever because he feels unlovable?

Cinders knows from the moment he sees Dillon that he wants the wolf shifter for his own. But can a jaguar shifter and a wolf shifter really pair up? He doesn’t know, but he’s banking on the attraction to pay off. What he doesn’t expect is how deep Dillon’s scars run. Is he strong enough to see beyond what’s happened to Dillon and help create a future for them together?

Anything’s possible when the jaguar shifter, a former stripper, and the wolf shifter figure out how to restore his howl.


He spotted a black form moving in the grass. He hunched down and studied the animal. A jaguar. He should know the big cat by sight but didn’t know which shifter it was. The more the jaguar moved, the more Dillon watched. He couldn’t help himself. The black feline moved with grace and seemed to be showing off. The jaguar mesmerized Dillon. He’d seen plenty of big cats and knew there were at least two other jaguars on the property. Fifteen lions, four tigers, three jaguars, a bobcat shifter and six humans were currently at the Sanctuary—but he only knew a couple of them.

Something stirred within Dillon. Longing? Desire? A little bit of both? He didn’t think he could be loved because of the damage to his body and soul, but he wanted someone to care for him. To care about him. To see beyond his past and accept him. Was that even possible? Once others learned what he’d done and how often, they’d run the hell away from him and for good reason. He hadn’t been in control of himself, but did that matter? Maybe not, but he wanted a mate, and he had to hope they’d be able to give him a chance.

Mate… He snorted. Another wolf would be the best option, so why was he watching the jaguar? The wolf should be in charge and finding another wolf. Did the wolf crave the jaguar? Maybe. His human side definitely wanted the big cat. Well, no… The human side wanted to meet the human within the jaguar.

Christ. No, he couldn’t meet the shifter. What was he thinking? Not only would he wreck the fantasy, but he’d have to let in the person. Closeness meant the possibility of being hurt or abandoned. Hell, no.

Aren’t you a pretty boy?”

He froze. He’d forgotten about watching the jaguar the moment he’d gotten wrapped up in his mind. The big cat was nowhere in sight. Shit, shit, shit. He knew the voice, though. Cinders. Of course, the jaguar was the stripper. How had he not figured that out? Because he hadn’t been paying attention. He was now.

About the Author

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

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: Sign up for the newsletter here:

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Tuesday, April 24, 2018

Banishing Scary Tragedies - #MMRomance #mathewshepardfoundation #alberkennedytrust @Cathy_Brockman

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By Cathy Brockman (Guest Blogger)

Have you ever lived through an environmental or other tragedy? How did you handle it?

With so many of these happening lately like the Santa Ana Fires, hurricanes, tornadoes, ice storms and floods in places they don’t usually occur, this has been on my mind lately.

In February of 2009 we were awakened by pops and snapping sounds. Looking out the window was lie looking into a snow globe. Everything was cover in ice and tree branches were breaking off blocking the roads. It was both beautiful and scary. The power was off for one week in our neighborhood, the water for two days. Others in the area affected (it was a huge area affecting more towns, cities and communities) weren't as lucky, some being out over a month.

What does this have to do with writing? I deal with emotional pain or stress by expelling it. I remove it from my mind by writing it down on paper and trapping it in a story. Of course, I twist things up, romanticize it, and make it less scary for me. If you don’t write books you can always just write it in a journal.

Last November a friend of mine sent me a link to anthology she thought I might like subbing to. I was given the chance to send one of my babies (I mean stories) into the world for all to see.

RJ Scott was offering a few new MM authors the chance to join her and some other established MM authors in an anthology called Love for All Seasons. I was overjoyed when my story was accepted.

Here is an excerpt from my story "Winter’s Chill". See if anything looks familiar from above.


A peculiar crackling noise yanks me from an arousing dream. After ten long years I finally left my unfaithful boyfriend; dreams and fantasy are all I have now. Since glimpsing my neighbor a few weeks ago, he has been my one and only star.

Scrubbing my hands over my blurry eyes, I notice the room is pitch black. Even late at night, the skylight provides a shimmer from the street lamps. A glance towards my blank alarm confirms that the power is out.

My skin prickles from the chilly room and I wince when my feet hit the frigid floor. Using the flashlight app on my phone, I locate my slippers, robe, and head to the living room.

My mouth drops at the sight framed in my big bay windows. I woke up in a true to life snow globe. Or should I say ice globe? There are so many icicles that my smaller fruit trees are sagging to the ground. It’s the most beautiful, yet terrifying sight I’ve seen.

Luckily having lived a decade in North Dakota, I’m used to surviving snowy winters. I flip on the generator I had installed when I purchased the house, then head back to the coffee pot. I need to go out and put ice-melt on the porch and see if my neighbors need help.

My patio has an awning, and I hope it kept the ice from building up by the back door. With a few hard pushes, it gives. I can easily get to the greenhouse shed where I store my shovels and de-ice supplies.

The pile of snowmelt I stocked up on is easy to locate. When I purchased the extra cases of water and bags of ice melt, my friends, especially my sister, teased me.

I load my little cart with a few bags and a snow shovel. After I get my sidewalks and porch salted, I’ll see if my neighbors need help. I imagine most aren’t prepared for ice.

After I got my porches and sidewalks coated, I took a bag to my renter, helped her hook up a portable generator. At my neighbor’s I raised my hand to knock, chicken out. I dump the ice melt on the front and back porches since I see him use the back more than the front. I am freezing and exhausted.

All I can think of is getting back inside for another cup of coffee and some dry clothes. I’m unloading my cart and putting the empty sacks in my trash receptacle when I hear an awful bang. Peering out of my shop door, I see that darn pine limb laying on my back-porch roof.

I’ve meant to ask Sherry if I could have it cut before she moved. It’s not entirely severed, then BAM, the rest breaks loose and falls on the other side of the fence smashing it. I swear I hear a muffled yell.

As I approach the backyard through the carport, I notice boots sticking out. The branch is so wide it’s hard to get to where I see him. I trek over the mess careful not to slip.

I hold my breath hoping not to find him impaled or his skull smashed. I exhale when I see his head is free. It is mostly a web of branches splayed over him, encasing his shoulder and leg. There are so many offshoots. I will have to cut part of them off to free him.

Hey. Can you speak?I tenderly touch his face to check for blood. He has a knit beanie on, but I see no signs of bleeding. Eyes the hue of new jeans flicker open.

Shit. Im dead.

I chuckle. Youre talking. Thats an excellent sign youre alive. We need to get you out from under this tree soon. I cant see your leg or any of your body. Can you tell if any of the branches pierced you?I need information before calling 911.

No, I dont think so. Youre not an angel?

I laugh aloud this time. “No one I know has ever called me an angel.”

Anthology Contents

RJ Scott - The Last Chance
V.L. Locey - Brioche for Two -
Annabelle Jacobs - Beach Boys
Chris McHart - Favorite Flowers -
DJ Jamison - Special Nights
Cathy Brockman - Winter’s Chill
EJ Smyth - Who do you love, My Valentine
CM Valencourt - Sweeter than Honey

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About Cathy

Cathy loves her grandkids, cats, cooking and working to make her patio an outdoor haven. When she's not writing stories with sexy cowboys, strong women, and the small towns they live in she's probably working on expanding her doll collection, crafting, reading, or listening to audio books.

I’m giving away an ebook copy of the anthology to one lucky reader. Leave a comment and tell me if you’ve ever lived through a tragedy and how you dealt with it?

Cathy Brockman - Winters Chill

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