This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. Megan Slayer will be awarding a prize pack featuring a necklace made by the author and signed swag to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour. Click on the tour banner to see the other stops on the tour. Anissa Dunn wants one man -- Kameron. He’s got looks, brains and a boatload of attitude… and all that muscle. A girl can only take so much, and he's her heart's desire. She’s not afraid to give as good as she gets and she wants him to be her teacher in all things carnal. Read an Excerpt Copyright ©2018 Megan Slayer "I have the package," Kam said. "Preparing to leave." She frowned. The package. She didn't have the honor of being referred to by her name. Gaining his attention wasn't going to be easy. "I'm ready." Kam nodded. "This way, Ms. Dunn." "Anissa." He'd used her last name. Dang it. She'd pleaded with him so many times to call her by her first name. Ms. Dunn was her mother. She was just Anissa. "Ms. Dunn." Kam escorted her to the front porch, then down the steps. He opened the passenger door of the limo. "After you." "Thanks." She couldn't leave the house without her trusty bodyguard, Kam. She settled on the seat and folded her hands on her lap. Kam would do anything to protect her, and she trusted him, but she was twenty-one and her father needed to put some faith in her. He'd sheltered her from everything. She didn't resent him for trying -- when she turned twenty-five, she'd come into a hefty sum of cash via the trust her mother had left her, but still. She'd gone to an all-girls college, a private all-girls high school and never spent more than a few hours on her own. She crossed her legs, and her skirt rode high on her leg. Did Kam notice? Did he care? She swept her gaze over him as he sat beside her. Strong and silent. He wore his clothes like a second skin, could eviscerate anyone who tried to get too close, but Kam said so little. Half the time she had no idea if he listened to her. Knowing him, he tuned her out. "Kam?" She shifted in her seat to face him. Her skirt rode higher. He didn't pay her any attention, which rankled her. "Kameron." "Ms. Dunn." He seemed to stare straight ahead. She whipped out her phone. She couldn't go through with the date. Not now. She sent a text to the driver, requesting he stay in the driveway. She'd sent the itinerary to the security team but saw no point in leaving the house. Kam wasn't paying attention to her -- not in the way she wanted. He didn't seem to care. She sighed. According to the magazines she'd bought, her college roommate and the dirty movies she'd watched in the middle of the night, she had to be aggressive and demand what she wanted. Sure... she could be aggressive. She could demand his attention. But she wasn't sure how. Anissa switched seats to face Kam. The car rolled to a stop, most likely in front of the house. She parted her legs and leaned back. "Kam." If he looked at her, she couldn't tell. "Ms. Dunn?" Kam tensed, and the muscle in his jaw twitched. "Are you okay?" Nope. He hadn't noticed her lousy attempts to entice him. "I'm fine," she mumbled. What a liar..."I'd like to talk to you." 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 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 Sign up for the newsletter here: http://ymlp.com/xgjmjumygmgj Website: http://wendizwaduk.com/indexMegan.htm Blog: https://wendizwaduk.wordpress.com Fan Page: https://www.facebook.com/wendizwaduk.meganslayer/ Amazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/Megan-Slayer/e/B008BJCFSC Bookbub: https://www.bookbub.com/authors/megan-slayer Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/wendizwaduk/ Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5330530.Megan_Slayer Twitter: https://twitter.com/#!/MeganSlayer Buy Links: Available from Changeling Press: https://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=2745 Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07DVM3N4Q/ Universal Link: https://books2read.com/u/b5rkBA a Rafflecopter giveaway
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INNOCENCE
BOOK 1
'Don't make promises you cannot keep!'
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Calvin Edwards has everything he could dream of running the family real-estate company back in London. But what was just a holiday up north, visiting his parents, turns into him talking a young pregnant woman from taking her life. Wishing desperately to help, Calvin befriends her, only fears he may be out of his depth. Just when he thinks he has it all under control, his past resurfaces, sending his life crashing. Kacey is pregnant and her life has spiralled out of control. With nowhere left to go, she returns home in one last attempt to get help. only to have the door slammed in her face. At her wit's end, she's alone, scared, and helpless, until Calvin comes along. He becomes the only friend she's had in years, offering her kindness, something she thought no longer existed in the world. Only her past is knocking at her door, mistakes she'd made and pain she'd buried have all come back to life! Would either of them survive a truth lost with innocence?
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The years had added the slightest touch of grey to his hair at the temples. Though he must have shaved in the morning, stubble was beginning to show on his jaw and upper lip. Something about that roughness made her want to reach out and stroke it. Lines crinkled the corners of his eyes. Not a lot but enough that his intense eyes were softened. And his lashes...dear Lord a man should never have such thick, long lashes. It was thoroughly unfair to the fairer sex.
âI always watched you,â he told her in a low voice, the timbre of it spearing deep inside her and making her feel warm and all twisted up inside.
She knew that. But she wouldnât admit as much. A lady shouldnât be aware of these things. However, he likely didnât realise that she understood the reasons behind his stares. He probably had little clue that she even knew he was responsible for Robertâs change of heart.
âI never noticed.â
The lift of one brow told her he didnât believe her. âI watched you dance. Watched you flirt. Watched you laugh.â
âA lady does not flirt.â
âYou did.â
âWell, I have changed.â
His gaze met hers. âI noticed. A pity.â
Angelina eyed him. A pity? Here was the man who had so thoroughly disapproved of her behaviour that he had warned his all too impressionable friend away from her and now he was claiming that he liked that behaviour. Though she supposed such behaviour was favourable in a conquest but not in a wife.
There was no chance she would be a conquest. She was here for a marriage.
âI have grown up, Benedict, that is all.â
His lips curved. âYou have grown up in many ways.â He glanced over her figure. âThe years have done you many favours, Angie. However, Iâm not sure you are all that different.â
âI am,â she insisted. âIâm nothing like I was when we knew each other.â
Benedict released the curl and tilted his head to view her. âWell, we have ten days together. Iâm certain it will become clear whether you have or not.â
âThat sounds almost like a challenge, my lord.â She cursed the words once they were out. Those were the words of impulsive, silly Angie. Even the addition of his title had been used with every intention of being daring instead of polite.
He lifted a shoulder. âPerhaps.â He leaned forward and took her hand in his. She eyed their gloved fingers meeting and tried to force her arm to retreat but she had gone boneless at his touch. He eased his palm into hers and held her hand.
âA challenge would certainly make this rather dry party a little more interesting, do you not think?â
She was too busy gaping at their linked hands to even agree with him. Or tell him no. She already had one challenge to worry about, she didnât need another.
âWe have ten days together. Let me prove to you that you are not changed. That the Angie I knew still resides behind those stiff manners.â
âWhy on earth would I agree to such a thing?â
âTo prove me wrong.â He lifted her hand up toward his mouth and brushed it over her knuckles.
âI have no need to prove it.â
âAre you scared?â
She raised her chin. âNever!â
He released a flash of a grin. âAh, there she is.â
âDamn you, Benedict.â
His grin widened. âAnd again.â
She puffed out her cheeks, feeling how hot and red they were. This was all going so wrong. How was she meant to act like a lady when he was so infuriating? She should probably start thinking about a new job already. Sheâd never persuade Oliver theyâd do well together if this continued.
Angelina tugged away her hand and shook her head. âYou wonât win, Benedict. I can assure you of that. Now it is not appropriate for us to be alone together so I shall bid you good afternoon. Will you tell the marquess that I am suffering with a headache and I shall join them for dinner?â
âOf course, my lady.â He offered a mockingly formal bow and Angelina just knew he had no intention of giving up his idea of scandalising her.
She shook her head again. As if he could scandalise her further.
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Perdita pushed the door open and froze when she realized it was a bedchamber. Darlington had the audacity to call her to his bedchamber? Did he believe she had come for amorous reasons, or that she would condone such a brazen attempt at seduction? It was entirely possible, given the scandalous hour and the fact she was without a chaperone, but she would set him straight if he dared to try to seduce her. She wished for the hundredth time it would have been possible to visit him during the day, but there had been no alternative. People would have seen her enter his home, and that would be the end of her carefully kept reputation. She tensed when a dark, rich voice spoke. Vaughn Darlington, the viscount dubbed by ton as the Devil of London. His voice sent tingles of excitement and fear through her. She took an instinctive step back toward the door. âFleeing so soon? I would have wagered you were braver than that, Miss Darby. Or perhaps, given the lateness of the hour and the method of this meeting, I should call you Perdita?â She bristled and pushed the hood of her cloak back to better peer around the room. There was a four-poster bed against one wall and a fire crackling in the hearth. The wood floor showed dusty outlines of where carpets had recently been. The dark-green brocaded curtains about the bed were faded, and a few rings were missing, letting the fabric gape in odd places. Worn and peeling silk wallpapers depicting men hunting in the forest covered the walls. A once beautiful wardrobe stood in one corner, a door missing. The shaving stand held a white china basin with a large crack down its side. The masculine air of the room was overpowering, just as the man himself was, but the circumstances and the condition of his rooms filled her with a strange pity that made her go still as she turned her focus on the man himself. Leaning against one worn, ancient chair was Lord Darlington. He was tall, broad shouldered, and had a dangerous look about his all too beautiful face. With piercing blue eyes and light-blond hair, Darlington could have passed for an angel if it werenât for the sensual, wicked curve of his lips. He wore buff trousers and a white lawn shirt, with a dark-blue waistcoat. His cravat had been untied and lay loose over the back of one chair. Perditaâs heart quickened. She had never stood in a room with a man in a state of partial undress like this. She forced herself to rally to the task at hand. âLord Darlington, I come here with a proposal.â Her tone was brusque with a manner of business about it. This was not about seduction, no matter how sinful he made her feel. Though sheâd rehearsed this speech a dozen times on her own, she had not been prepared for the strange and frightening feelings that assaulted her now as she spoke to him alone. He crossed his arms as he studied her with that wicked twist of his lips, making her breath quicken. She shifted in place, and her boots scraped softly against the wood floor. âDo go on.â He chuckled, seeming to enjoy her discomfort. âWell, you seeâ¦â She spoke haltingly, still mortified that she was here begging him for his help. âI need to stop an unwanted marriage proposal.â She twined her fingers nervously as she removed her gloves. âMy mother has convinced a certain gentleman that I am willing to consider his offer, when I most certainly am not.â She tried not to think of Mr. Samuel Milburn and how that man had made it clear he would imprison her in a life that would slowly kill her. She could still see him leaning in close to her and whispering: âThe women I care for know better than to seek the company of others, when I should be enough. My home has all you will need, so I will hear no talk of travel or nights out. They would only distract you from your duty, which would be pleasing me.â He was a brute and a tyrant and worse, but Perditaâs mother, despite her ambitious nature, didnât usually believe in society gossip. Perdita did. Sheâd heard that Milburn had thrown a woman to her death from a window, but because the woman was his mistress, no questions were asked. It had been dismissed as an unfortunate accident. All Perdita knew for sure was that this man was a monster. She had tried to tell her father and mother what sheâd heard, but her words had been dismissed as idle talk. If her older brother Thomas hadnât been away at sea serving in His Majestyâs royal navy, she would have sought his help. In Perditaâs experience, being a wealthy heiress was a terrible burden. It put a mark on her. Sheâd fought off fortune hunters for the last few years, but a man like Milburn was dangerous in other ways. He didnât care about her moneyâhe cared about breaking her spirit and possibly even killing her if she didnât give him what he desired. She was sport. Secluded with My Hellion by Dawn Brower With a sigh, she headed to the door of the cabin and stared at the pile of snow blocking it. Maybe she could start removing it before Gavin returned. The sooner they were inside, the sooner they could find shelter from the storm. She prayed there was a way to light a fire in the hearth. The cold had already seeped into her bones. A broken branch lay near the steps. She picked it up and started to move the snow out of the way. It was a tedious process and sweat started to furrow on her brow. At least she was finding some warmth in it. âGood job,â Gavin said. His husky voice filled her ear and made her shiver from the inside out. He stood directly behind her, his body encasing her in warmth and blocking her from the unforgiving wind. âGive me the branch and Iâll finish.â She handed it over to him reluctantly and waited as he cleaned the rest of the snow from the entrance. He was a handsome sight to behold on any given day, but something about watching him work made her belly flutter. His arms bulged against his jacket and his breeches seemed to hug his thighs tighter. Maybe it was her imagination, but every inch of him appeared larger. She shook her head to clear the thoughts away. Finally, he brushed the last bit of snow off the front step and yanked the door open. He gestured toward her to enter. âAfter you,â he said. She slowly entered the dark cabin, almost afraid to see what lay inside. Gavin came up directly behind her, closing the door behind him. His hot breath brushed across her ear. âYou can go farther in.â His heat enveloped her, and she had no desire to go any farther than where she was. She wanted to lean back against him and marvel in every inch of him. The need to beg him to kiss her almost overtook her. Her cheeks warmed at the idea of his lips pressed against hers. How had she gone this long without feeling that wonderful sensation again? The one moment sheâd kissed him, it had been so chaste and over before the blink of an eye. âI canât see anything,â she said. He exhaled. âWalk a little more inside so I can move past you. I need to start a fire or weâll both freeze.â She did as he told her to do, and he quickly moved past her. With his heat no longer warming her, shivers wracked her body. The sweat on her brow made her skin clammy and cold. The sooner that fire was started, the better off sheâd be. She wanted to urge him to move faster, but it was futile. He couldnât make the fire blaze any faster because she wanted it to. Sheâd have to wait even if it irritated her. âPlease hurry,â she couldnât help the words. Her teeth chattered hard. âSo co-cold.â âYour clothes are probably soaked through,â he said. âYouâre going to have to remove your dress and hang it up to dry.â Surely he didnât suggest⦠âThatâs indecent,â she gasped the words out. âI canât undress.â How to Marry a Rake in Ten Days by Samantha Holt The years had added the slightest touch of grey to his hair at the temples. Though he must have shaved in the morning, stubble was beginning to show on his jaw and upper lip. Something about that roughness made her want to reach out and stroke it. Lines crinkled the corners of his eyes. Not a lot but enough that his intense eyes were softened. And his lashes...dear Lord a man should never have such thick, long lashes. It was thoroughly unfair to the fairer sex. âI always watched you,â he told her in a low voice, the timbre of it spearing deep inside her and making her feel warm and all twisted up inside. She knew that. But she wouldnât admit as much. A lady shouldnât be aware of these things. However, he likely didnât realise that she understood the reasons behind his stares. He probably had little clue that she even knew he was responsible for Robertâs change of heart. âI never noticed.â The lift of one brow told her he didnât believe her. âI watched you dance. Watched you flirt. Watched you laugh.â âA lady does not flirt.â âYou did.â âWell, I have changed.â His gaze met hers. âI noticed. A pity.â Angelina eyed him. A pity? Here was the man who had so thoroughly disapproved of her behaviour that he had warned his all too impressionable friend away from her and now he was claiming that he liked that behaviour. Though she supposed such behaviour was favourable in a conquest but not in a wife. There was no chance she would be a conquest. She was here for a marriage. âI have grown up, Benedict, that is all.â His lips curved. âYou have grown up in many ways.â He glanced over her figure. âThe years have done you many favours, Angie. However, Iâm not sure you are all that different.â âI am,â she insisted. âIâm nothing like I was when we knew each other.â Benedict released the curl and tilted his head to view her. âWell, we have ten days together. Iâm certain it will become clear whether you have or not.â âThat sounds almost like a challenge, my lord.â She cursed the words once they were out. Those were the words of impulsive, silly Angie. Even the addition of his title had been used with every intention of being daring instead of polite. He lifted a shoulder. âPerhaps.â He leaned forward and took her hand in his. She eyed their gloved fingers meeting and tried to force her arm to retreat but she had gone boneless at his touch. He eased his palm into hers and held her hand. âA challenge would certainly make this rather dry party a little more interesting, do you not think?â She was too busy gaping at their linked hands to even agree with him. Or tell him no. She already had one challenge to worry about, she didnât need another. âWe have ten days together. Let me prove to you that you are not changed. That the Angie I knew still resides behind those stiff manners.â âWhy on earth would I agree to such a thing?â âTo prove me wrong.â He lifted her hand up toward his mouth and brushed it over her knuckles. âI have no need to prove it.â âAre you scared?â She raised her chin. âNever!â He released a flash of a grin. âAh, there she is.â âDamn you, Benedict.â His grin widened. âAnd again.â She puffed out her cheeks, feeling how hot and red they were. This was all going so wrong. How was she meant to act like a lady when he was so infuriating? She should probably start thinking about a new job already. Sheâd never persuade Oliver theyâd do well together if this continued. Angelina tugged away her hand and shook her head. âYou wonât win, Benedict. I can assure you of that. Now it is not appropriate for us to be alone together so I shall bid you good afternoon. Will you tell the marquess that I am suffering with a headache and I shall join them for dinner?â âOf course, my lady.â He offered a mockingly formal bow and Angelina just knew he had no intention of giving up his idea of scandalising her. She shook her head again. As if he could scandalise her further. Nick’s plan: dodge his grandmother’s matchmaking attempts by claiming Eve is his date for Christmas. He probably should have asked Eve first. Although Nick Klassen is grateful when Eve rides to his rescue after he breaks down outside of December, Manitoba, he can’t run fast enough when his meddling grandmother tries to set him up with the pretty tow-truck driver. Then he gets an idea. Between juggling extra hours at work and a never-ending Christmas to-do list, Eve LeBlanc doesn’t have time for a new man in her life. But ever since she picked Nick up on the side of the road, she’s been running into him everywhere. His flirtations started innocently enough but when his grandmother invites “his girlfriend” to the family’s Christmas dinner, Nick realizes if he wants to stop pretending about Eve, he must come clean. Once Eve learns of his deception, he’ll need Santa’s help to turn their fake relationship into the real thing. The North Pole Unlimited Series: 1. Decker & Joy 2. Hollis & Ivy 3. Nick & Eve This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. Eileen Dreyer will be awarding a $20 Amazon or B/N GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour. Click on the tour banner to see the other stops on the tour. SHE HAS NO TIME FOR LOVE Read an Excerpt “You look like hell.” Gen couldn’t help but laugh. “I hope you don’t expect me to say you look any better.” She was glad when he closed his eyes. He wouldn’t see her rub her hands along her pants to wipe off the sudden perspiration. He wouldn’t be close enough to hear the sudden staccato of her heart. Good grief, she thought. He looks like day-old hamburger, and I’m about to swoon. Her hands were tingling all the way to her elbows, and she had done nothing more than push him back into bed. She wanted his teasing. She wanted, ridiculously enough, to settle herself on the side of his bed and just enjoy his company. A man who was recovering from a head injury. The man she’d single-handedly put in the ICU. About the Author: New York Times bestselling, RWA Hall of Fame author Eileen Dreyer has published 31 romance novels in most genres, 8 medicalforensic suspenses, and 10 short stories. 2018 sees Eileen enjoying critical acclaim for her foray into historical romance, the Drake’s Rakes series, which Eileen labels as Regency Romantic Adventure that follows a group of Regency aristocrats who are willing to sacrifice everything to keep their country safe. She is also working on her first nonfiction book, TRAVELS WITH DAVE, about a journey she's been taking with a friend's ashes. A retired trauma nurse, Eileen lives in her native St. Louis with her husband, children, and large and noisy Irish family, of which she is the reluctant matriarch. She has animals but refuses to subject them to the limelight. 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