I am doubly excited to have Megan Slayer here today because not only am I a big fan; I now have a book in the same series as hers! This week she’s going to tell us about her Soul Debt book Paid in Full, which is now available from Changeling Press.
Tell us a little about your latest release.
Soul Debt: Paid in Full is my latest release. It’s part of the fantastic Flash Fiction line, Soul Debt. I had
to write it because the characters wouldn’t let me alone. I’m glad I did. Nicky needed redemption and Antonio… he’s based on a friend who just begged for a story! I’m glad I made his day.
What’s it about? Nicky makes a sexual pact with the Devil. Yep, THE Devil. He gets a boyfriend who loves him in return for sexual payment. There are a few snags and it’s up to Nicky to work them out. You’ll have to read the book to figure out how he does that!
If you could have one date with a crush (before marrying your spouse if necessary!), who would it be and why? What would you do?
Chris Evans. He can talk, but he doesn’t have to. I just want to look at him and touch him. I see him and drool. Yum! I’m not sure what I’d do beyond stripping him darn near naked and rubbing him with baby oil. You can guess what would happen from there!
Oh yes, he is mighty fine! What’s the most romantic thing someone ever did for you, or that you did for someone else?
Grin. That would be DH. He laughs about this, but this made me think—a lot. It was Christmas and I’d been hinting HARD about wanting jewelry. I didn’t care what… as long as he picked it out. He’s a pill. He likes to wait and make me think about what it will be. He doesn’t buy much jewelry for me, but it always comes in a unique way. One year, I found earrings in his sock drawer. Another year, he and tot gave me a ring for New Years, at midnight. This night, like I said, was Christmas. I got irked with him because I hadn’t asked for anything else for Christmas and he got me pots and pans. (enter sarcastic yay!) We go to bed and I wasn’t interested in talking to him. Once my head hit the pillow… I felt so dumb. He’d hidden the box under my pillow.
I think it’s romantic because the point was, I would never know when and never know where but he just might make my wish come true. I learned my lesson and am thankful for it. I appreciate him and the gesture so much more.
Aww! That’s sweet. Share your favorite romantic or sexy song and why you love it so much.
“Come Undone,” by Duran Duran
I’m not entirely sure WHY I love this song, but whenever it plays, I can totally get into a mood to write smexin. I remember when it came out and thought it was so cool then and it totally stands up now. Maybe it’s the longing in Simon Le Bon’s voice. It’s a sexy song and he sings it very well!
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, Decadent Publishing , Total-E-Bound Publishing and Resplendence Publishing.
Megan’s site: http://wendizwaduk.com/indexMegan.htm
Megan’s blog: http://theauthormeganslayer.blogspot.com
Megan on Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/author/meganslayer
Megan on Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5330530.Megan_Slayer
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More about Soul Debt: Paid in Full
Number in Series: 1
Author: Megan Slayer
Word Count: 12K
Page Count: 40
Release Date: February 22, 2013
Editor: Katriena Knights
Cover Artist: Reneé George
Genres: Erotic Romance, Novella, Dark Fantasy, Paranormal
Themes: Gay, Dark Desire
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.
Available here: http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=2000
Here’s an excerpt:
“Greedy little shit.” The Devil added another finger and spread me wider. My brain waves fizzled.
I clawed at the wall and groaned. I’d come from his finger-fucking if I wasn’t careful.
“Not yet. Don’t want to waste this by coming too fast now, do you?”
He’d read my damned mind. Fuck.
The Devil pulled his fingers from my ass and wound the fingers from his other hand in my hair. He yanked my head back, arching my body to the position he wanted. I heard a slapping noise, but wasn’t sure what it was.
“You want love, hmm?” The blunt head of his cock breached my asshole. The burn from before grew and segued into pleasure. I said I like it hard. “A nice little cock to fill your ass every night. That’s what you want?” He pushed in farther, forcing me open.
I exhaled and relaxed. “Yes, Sir.”
“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.”