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Sometimes
stories are character based. I get an idea in my head of what this character
will look like and act like...so I run with him. Other times, I’m given an
image of what he’s going to look like. For Everything He Wants, the picture
ruled. My dear friend, Stephanie Burke—aka Flash, posted a picture for Hump Day
on Facebook. She tagged me and said, this totally called to me and I needed to
write this guy’s story. Well, there were two guys. One had angel wings on and
both were wearing what appeared to be police officer hats and aviator glasses.
Immediately, two characters came to mind.
Originally
Trace and Jeremy were much more flamboyant. They were there in the G-string and
angel wings. But the more I dove into what made them tick, the more I realized
they might have wanted to be flamboyant, but weren’t as out there as the guys
in the picture.
Not
a problem.
I
sat down and let them talk. Jeremy is an artist and Trace works air traffic
control. Trace showed me early on that
he’s a happy-go-lucky guy who loves order and knowing what’s going on. His life
hasn’t been easy, but compared to some it’s a piece of cake. Then there’s
Jeremy. This poor guy is hurting. His past is a mess and even though he’s tried
to get beyond what’s hurting him...he can’t. But he sees a ray of light in
Trace.
But
how do you hook up with someone you hardly know, especially when you’ve lost
their phone number? Madame Eve of course. I won’t give away too much of the
plot, but Eve does her best and there are certainly sparks.
I
believe love at first sight can happen and I believe second chances are very
much worth the effort. What about you? What do you believe? How have you worked
to get everything you wanted?
Here’s
a little bit more about the book:
Everything He Wants
A
1Night Stand Story from Decadent Publishing
M/M,
Anal Sex
A
Short Story Available now!
Trace has
almost everything he wants—a great job and a well-ordered life, but he’s ready
for more—the right guy to share it with. A chance meeting after a hockey game
with the man of his dreams spurs him on to turn to the one source he knows will
help him out—Madame Eve’s 1Night Stand service.
Jeremy
can’t forget the difficult childhood and subsequent bad decisions he made while
trying to forget it. He wants the gorgeous air traffic controller, but he’s
afraid his past will get in the way like it always does. If all Madame Eve can
give them is one night…he’ll take it.
With Eve’s
help, can the men forge the relationship they both want, or will they crash and
burn?
And a hot excerpt...because I can!
Jeremy sat in the back seat of the cab and swayed forward as it came to
a quick stop opposite Club Ramrod. What a crazy name for a club. Then again,
what a crazy place to meet his date. He checked the messages on his phone one
more time. Sure enough, the same email from Madame Eve popped up.
Your date awaits you at Club Ramrod, located
next to the Mason Players Club Hotel. Look for yellow by the bar and you will
find your heart’s delight. Tell the bouncer Eve sent you.
He sighed and paid the driver with a shaky hand. His mind wouldn’t stop
racing. What the hell did I get myself
into? Sure, the club scene worked for him, but he hated the grind. Hated
the clawing bodies and hangers-on. Crossing the street, he took his place in
line. Maybe no one would recognize him. Finally reaching the club entrance, he
dropped Madame Eve’s name to the bouncer.
The hulking man nodded and shuffled him to the bar. “Don’t cause a
fight.”
Don’t cause a fight? Did he look like the type to cause trouble? Well, I did change my hair from green to
blue tips. Jeremy snorted. Whatever.
He scanned the crowd in the massive black and white bar. Men talked and
laughed, some cuddled each other or sat on each other’s laps. At the far end,
he spotted a flash of yellow. His heart pounded faster and his mouth went
bone-dry.
“No way,” he murmured, nibbling on his lip piercing.
Trace Robeson, the man who featured in
every one of his naughty fantasies, clutched a beer and hooked his thumb in his
jeans front pocket. The man oozed classy sex. A faded T-shirt cradled his body
like a second skin, giving teasing glimpses at the chiseled flesh underneath.
His ripped jeans cupped and outlined his package and showed off his natural tan
to a T.
Jeremy
wobbled on his feet and thanked the gods, or Madame Eve, or whoever, for
granting him his wish, and strode across the club. Making eye contact with
Trace, he grinned.
“Hey, man. Good seeing you here.” Trace offered his hand.
“Yeah. It’s nice to see a friendly face.” Jeremy gestured the bartender
for a beer. “I’m here to meet my destiny.”
“Are you....” Trace didn’t finish.
“Your date?” Jeremy replied. “I’m looking for a man in yellow. Don’t see
too many others rocking that color, so….” Christ, he sounded so lame.
“I was told my date would find me.” Trace
matched his smile. “Want to dance?”
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 as well.
Megan’s site: http://wendizwaduk.com/indexMegan.htm
Megan’s blog: http://theauthormeganslayer.blogspot.com
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