Everything He Wants
by
Megan Slayer
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?
Everything He Wants
1Night Stand
About the Author:
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.
Contact Details:
Website http://wendizwaduk.com/indexMegan.htm
Email:
theauthormeganslayer@gmail.com
Twitter:
https://twitter.com/#!/MeganSlayer
Enjoy
the following excerpt for EVERYTHING HE WANTS:
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?”
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