Paranormal Romantics

Thaddeus Maguire is a vampire. He can’t remember the last time he felt young, vibrant and alive. He’s made choices he regrets, but when one of those mistakes comes back to haunt him, he’s forced to face his past. The only place a hungry, beaten vampire can heal and recharge is the best sanctuary for anyone paranormal. Eerie.

When he forces himself through a portal to his hometown, he lands at the feet of the most beautiful flame-red haired Faerie he’s ever seen. The moment he looks up at Tasia, he’s in love. But who could love a broken vampire?

Tasia isn’t afraid of the damaged vampire, and she’s determined to make him see he’s more than his mistakes.

Can they outrun his past and find a future before his biggest mistake destroys them? Love is possible when you’ve been taken by the Faerie.

EXCERPT:

“Excuse me. Do you need help?” A red haired Faerie, dressed in a pale green dress, touched his shoulder. When he met her gaze, electricity shot through him. His skin tingled from her touch. When she smiled, she warmed him throughout. The odd look in her eyes confused him, though. Was that interest or fear?

“You do need help. Are you… you’re cut. Oh, Hera, please let me help you.” She grasped him under his arms and hoisted him to his feet. “What happened to you? No, I get it. I see, and I’m not letting you languish out here.”

“What are you talking about?” He didn’t understand how she’d figured out he had a problem, other than the slashes and blood. The way she talked, it was like she knew what was going on. Had she seen other vampires coming to Eerie after being assaulted? How many more of them were there? “How do you seem to know what I’m thinking? What’s in my gut?”

“We should talk.” She nodded to a bench, then paused. “We could stop here by the street, but you’re safer if you come with me to the Hall. We’ll go to my work.”

“You’re a cop.” He dug in his heels as best he could. “I’m not going to the cops.” He’d done that plenty of other times and usually landed in jail for twenty-four hours for what was claimed to be his own protection. Har. More like the protection of the community.

If he’d gone mad or gone rogue, then everyone was in danger, but he hadn’t on either account. He was just fine. Hurt, but fine. Beyond that, the cops tended to have mages and necromancers on their staff who could read his mind. They’d see way more than he wanted to share.

Tuesday, March 25, 2025

Promises to Keep . . . DAKOTA PROMISES by Nancy Gideon

Nothing like a little (or a LOT) of free time to get things long put off finally done . . . or at least in progress. Having a backlist of 80 titles with 3/4s of them out-of-print nudges one into thinking Why the heck aren’t I getting these books back out there to new readers now that I have the rights back? Well . . . why aren’t I? I’ve got a wonderful virtual assistant chomping at the bit to turn old paperbacks into scanned copy and I’ve got an idea file for new covers. But what I’ve discovered is having all the time in the world is an excuse to . . . waste it.

Maybe what I need to do is turn my “spare time” into time to get back to work—for myself, this time. And a great place to start is with the two western historical series I did for Zebra Books as Dana Ransom, one set in the Dakotas and one in Texas. How hard could it be to reacquaint myself with the Prescotts and the Basses? After all, they were practically family for years!

Here's a tease from one of my favorites. DAKOTA PROMISES was the final book of four in that series . . . at least for now.

Goodreads

HE WAS HER PAST

The minute Norah Denby first laid eyes on handsome Rory Prescott, she knew her heart would belong to him forever. But the rugged South Dakota cowboy clearly didn't feel the same way about her, and when she realized that as his wife she'd always play second fiddle to his sprawling family spread, Norah took their son and fled east to Baltimore... vowing to make a new life far from the tantalizing memories of her husband's seductive embrace. But fate would soon sweep her back to the Bar K Ranch, reuniting her with the only man she would ever love-and rekindling the flames of an unforgettable passion!

SHE WAS HIS FUTURE

Three years apart spent rebuilding the troubled Prescott ranch still hadn't dimmed Rory's wild, consuming desire for Norah. The fiery beauty was everything he'd ever wanted in a woman and a wife... and now that she was back, he didn't intend to lose her a second time. With slow, burning kisses, he'd melt her resistance. And as their passions soared to rapturous new heights beneath searing Dakota skies, she'd discover once and for all that they shared a love meant to be their destiny!

The Excerpt

The sight of Jacob sitting on the front steps fleetingly lifted his doldrums ... until he saw the boy was wearing his Eastern sissy suit and felt the cool bore of his son’s stare. “Morning, pard,” he called with a brave attempt at a smile.
“Good morning, sir.”
Sir, again? Rory frowned slightly. “Thought we might ride on over to the Lone Star to see if we could find you that special horse.”
“My mother and I are taking Mr. Samuels over to the Indian Reservation this morning.”
“Oh.” He tried not to sound too disheartened as he sank awkwardly down on the steps beside his rigid son. Absently, he rubbed at his knee. “We can do it later. I didn’t know your mama had plans.”
“I don’t think I’ll be needing a horse, anyway.”
“Why’s that?” he asked, pretending not to know ... pretending his heart hadn’t dropped right into his boots.
( . . . and a bit more . . .)
But Jacob wouldn’t answer. He was trying hard not to cry. He didn’t want to talk about the horse he would never have or think about the father that would never be his. Better to pretend neither mattered. After all, the big rough-talking cowboy at his side wasn’t going to stop his mother from taking him away again. Wouldn’t he stop her if he cared?

DAKOTA PROMISES was the final Dana Ransom installment of my four-book Dakota series for Zebra Books. Back in the early ‘90s, the Prescotts were like family to me (until I met the Basses . . . but that’s another story – or five).

Hope to have these award-winning stories available soon!!

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Monday, February 10, 2025

Taken by the Necromancer by @meganslayer #romance #hot #paranormal #eroticromance @changelingpress

Taken by the Necromancer (Taken 7) A Dark Fantasy Women's Fiction Novel by Megan Slayer

A newly turned vampire and a necromancer shouldn’t work. But what if they do?

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Briley Reed never expected to be a vampire or thought she’d find herself heading to Eerie, but a brutal attack changes everything. When a mystery man sends her to Eerie to find Atticus, she realizes just how much her life has changed.

But could it be for the better?

Atticus Maguire wants to be left alone. He’s had his heart broken and he’s done with love. Then Briley shows up in his life and it’s turned upside down. He wasn’t planning to fall in love, but the magic never lies.

Right?

EXCERPT:

His skin tingled. A vision formed in his mind. A woman approaching and his brother warning her to find him. He frowned. Who was this woman, and why would his brother appear in his vision? He tipped his head. Who was she? He wasn’t sure. The vision wasn’t clear enough.

He glanced over his shoulder. The woman wasn’t even in Eerie, but he felt her. Another vision formed in his mind. This time, the woman stood in his living room and wore nothing.

A nude woman in his home.

What was he getting himself involved in?

He’d figure it out when she arrived. If he knew one thing more than anything else, fighting the future wasn’t smart. The future would happen no matter what he did.

Still, he wished he knew more about this person trying to locate him. She might end up hating him. The nudity might be because she was getting revenge… on him? Someone else?

The more he thought about this woman, the more the vision of her nude in his living room came into focus. Slender, curly brown hair down to her shoulders, wide eyes, blushing from her hairline to her chest, breasts just right for his hands and curves to make his mouth water. He longed to touch her. He hadn’t even met her yet, and she’d stirred his magic.

He wondered what her kiss would taste like.

He shook his head. Her kiss! She might not even want to kiss him.

The water sloshed against the bank and tore his attention from the woman. His woodland oasis would be invaded. Did he mind?

Not really.

He headed back to the house as a shiver ran the length of his spine. The woman hadn’t reached Eerie, but she was on the outskirts. She also needed his help.

He grabbed his keys, then tucked his phone into his front pocket. Once he locked up the cabin, he rushed out to his motorcycle. He sped out of the shed toward the gravel path, then the road. Living on the far side of the lake meant he’d waste precious minutes rounding the body of water to get to her, but his magic swore she was closer than he’d thought.

Atticus sped down the back road to the edge of town. Her car wasn’t broken down, but she had a follower. He couldn’t see the person in the truck tailing her. Didn’t matter. He’d use a cloaking spell to hide her from the other driver. He spotted her little car, and his heart skipped a beat. He’d never met her, but he had a connection to her.

He pulled out onto the main road between her and the truck, blocking the following vehicle from getting to her. At the same time, he spoke the words to the spell and enveloped her in the invisible cloak. She’d never know he was behind her, but she would know the truck was gone.

Now he could deal with the truck.

Wednesday, January 29, 2025

This Christmas by @meganslayer #romance #gay @evernightpub #christmas #rockstar #gayromance

This Christmas by Megan Slayer

Christmas is the time to try again…

Tennessee Landes never stopped loving his ex-boyfriend Jordan Moore. The trouble is he sees Jordan everywhere because they’re both on the rock music scene in competing bands. It’s impossible not to cross paths. Tennessee’s never known why Jordan left and he’s determined this Christmas to set the record straight. He wants Jordan back.

Jordan’s struggle with his family and the abuses suffered in his past directed him away from Tennessee and he’s regretted leaving ever since. When he sees Tennessee’s heartfelt plea at a televised show, he finds the strength to reconnect with the man he loves.

Will Tennessee take him back or will Jordan’s past scratch any chance of a happy Christmas and future together?

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EXCERPT!!

Excerpt:

Cullen nudged Tennessee. “Christmas is the time for love and second chances. We’re going to keep entertaining the masses and having fun. Spread cheer and joy, you know?” Tennessee asked. “Just have a great time.”

Cullen nodded. “Exactly.”

The presenter offered a dorky smile. Tennessee kept his own fake smile on his face. Everyone was pranking the audience with the false sense of fun. If the holiday season wasn’t being pushed so quickly and didn’t involve such terrible memories, Tennessee might have been more authentic.

The presenter turned specifically to Tennessee. His canned smile widened and seemed even more plastic. “Would you like to send a special Christmas message to anyone in particular?”

If there was ever a chance to speak directly to Jordan without being obvious, it was this one. He softened his grin. “Merry Christmas, you. It’s not Christmas without you.” He winked, happy that he’d stayed intentionally vague—unless Jordan saw it. He’d know exactly who you referred to.

If Jordan saw the sentiment, then he’d get it. If he wanted to reply, then he’d do it, but Tennessee didn’t expect anything. If nothing else, the fans couldn’t say he hadn’t reached out to Jordan first. He’d tried.

Christmas should be the time for laughter, good times, and fun.

Love, too?

It was time to jingle some bells and listen for a jolly tune in return. Right now, he had to hope Jordan heard it and wanted to sing the chorus with him.

Saturday, January 25, 2025

Like a Ninja by Nancy Gideon

While I was supposed to be writing this blog post, I got pulled away by one of my favorite distractions . . . a martial arts movie. Not an All-American Chuck Norris-y film, but a poorly dubbed Japanese ninja-fest filled with implausible feats where, even after being down three quarts of vital fluids, the hero can overcome a small army of well-armed attackers . . . and still have perfect hair (well, that still could describe a Chuck Norris movie, too!). What a segue from the hot and dusty American Western romance I should be working on for reissue. But once in a while you need to break away from the familiar in order to appreciate what the unexpected has to offer.

Even an American Western romance can borrow from other cultures. My Dana Ransom’s TEMPTATION’S TRAIL hero (and my favorite!) Harmon Bass is no ordinary cowboy. His rugged Texas and mystic Apache worlds are as foreign to my heroine, Easterner Amanda Duncan, as sleeping under the stars and treating snake bite and bullet wounds. It’s their differences that draw them together in an unexpected relationship spanning a five-book series (even though this is the only book in which they are the main characters). Those opposite expectations are what makes this twosome work so well together . . . except when they don’t. And that’s even more fun! Here’s a taste . . .

HERO FOR HIRE

When Amanda Duncan headed West to find her missing brother, she knew she was out of her element. Her privileged upbringing in a fancy boarding school hadn’t prepared her for the perils of frontier Texas. So Amanda made a plan—all she had to do was hire a hero. But when the legendary Harmon Bass showed up, he wasn’t what she expected. What kind of hero didn’t carry a gun?

Here's a taste . . .

The Excerpt

Every plant in the Big Ben was a porcupine. Nature armed to the teeth, Amanda thought as she gingerly sliced into a thick-bodied cactus. Sucking on a section, she brought a handful back to Harm.

“Chew it,” he mumbled. “Don’t swallow it.” He stuffed a piece into his mouth and began crushing it for the precious juices.

Amanda did the same. She looked a mess; all sticky from the heat, with her hair in wet strings, her inappropriate clothing damp, and tender skin an angry red from burning. She talked too much. She rushed headlong into trouble. But at that moment, there was no place he’d rather be than half-dead of snakebite in a desert with Amanda Duncan.

She’d better be careful. Those desert plants can deliver a kick!

I can’t wait to bring this series back for new readers (even if it means the laborious task of scanning and reformatting my aged paperbacks since I no longer have manuscript copies). I AM anticipating the job of doing new covers and promoting them to a new generation of readers. AND I am currently working on a new book in the series which will feature Harm and Amanda’s son, Rand.

Here's to lots of surprises, amazement, and writing and reading delight in 2025!

♚♚♚♚♚

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Sunday, December 29, 2024

Out Now! This Christmas by @meganslayer #christmas #gay #romance #secondchances #rockstar @evernightpub

This Christmas by Megan Slayer

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EXCERPT!!

Excerpt:

Cullen nodded. “Exactly.”

The presenter turned specifically to Tennessee. His canned smile widened and seemed even more plastic. “Would you like to send a special Christmas message to anyone in particular?”

Christmas should be the time for laughter, good times, and fun.

Love, too?

It was time to jingle some bells and listen for a jolly tune in return. Right now, he had to hope Jordan heard it and wanted to sing the chorus with him.

Friday, November 29, 2024

Tell Me Lies Anthology - featuring Redeem My Heart by @meganslayer

Tell Me Lies: Manlove Edition: A Dark Bully Romance Anthology Kindle Edition

by Faedra Rose (Author), L.J. Longo (Author), Lea Bronsen (Author), Megan Slayer (Author)

✔ Dark Romance
✔ Enemies to Lovers
✔ Bully Romance
✔ Gay

These four dark romance novellas pack the heat. Our bestselling authors showcase a variety of contemporary gay romances featuring bully and enemies-to-lovers themes. There may be triggers, so be warned that these aren't your average love stories.

Red Light Rivals by Faedra Rose
Broken by L.J. Longo
Seducer by Lea Bronsen
Redeem My Heart by Megan Slayer

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EXCERPT from Megan Slayer's contribution, Redeem My Heart!

Carsten held up his hands, then slid them down Will’s shoulders. “There’s so much you don’t understand.”

“I have my doubts.” He didn’t want Carsten to touch him, but he couldn’t seem to pull away. God Almighty, why did he have to be attracted to him? Even after all this time, the attraction was still there.

“Do you know where I was living during my senior year of high school?” Carsten asked.

“Wasn’t my business.” Even if he’d have asked, he’d have been assaulted so he didn’t bother.

“I lived with Nick Clain’s family because mine threw me out.”

Nick Clain? He remembered the guy. A soccer player with a nice ass and sweet smile. Nick wasn’t gay, either. But if Will remembered correctly, Nick and Carsten had been friends for years. “Why did they throw you out?” The last he knew, Carsten had everything going for him. He was the picture of what any Brookville kid should be—handsome, well-adjusted, and straight.

Except he wasn’t straight.

“They threw me out because I admitted I was gay back then.” Carsten kept his hands on Will’s shoulders. “That’s why I treated you so shitty. I hated that you were so able to be out and no one hated you for it. I hated that you had parents that fucking loved you. Everything went your way. I said I’d punch you into next week because that was something my father always said to me. Sick, isn’t it?”

He had to be talking about someone else. Things hadn’t gone his way in school. He’d had to learn to handle the backlash for his sexuality and how to be his own man. Yes, his parents had backed him all the way, but he’d never questioned that. They were his parents and had always been his biggest supporters.

“I hated that you were even on the prom court because I wanted to be the king,” Carsten said. “You were good at music and art.”

“But you’re good at football and must be good enough at music or you wouldn’t be on tour.” He didn’t understand what was going on or why he couldn’t seem to pull away from Carsten.

“You don’t get it.” Carsten shook his head. “It’s so plain, but even I didn’t get it back then.”

“Get what?” He hated when people spoke in riddles. “You were beaten, weren’t you?”

“My parents didn’t want a gay kid. They wanted a successful one. My father beat the ever-loving fuck out of me for being gay. You never saw the bruises because I tried so hard to hide them. When I took the time to learn my guitar and practice writing music, then got some actual success, they began to like me,” Carsten said. “I’m not anything to them if I can’t give them money.”

“That’s sick.” Truly.

“They hated that I was gay. My father left me bruised and battered.”

“That’s sicker.” And a piece of his heart broke for Carsten. He didn’t know what it was like to have parents who didn’t support him and couldn’t imagine being in Carsten’s place.

“It is and I hated myself, which made me hate you. I was so hurt and I wanted you to hurt, too. You were everything I wanted to be,” Carsten said. “Everything I wanted. So confident in your own skin. I had to hide mine.”

He paused. He had to have heard Carsten wrong. Everything he wanted? That made no sense. “What did you want?”

Carsten remained close to him and caressed Will’s shoulders. “You.”

Monday, November 25, 2024

Life Is But a Dream . . . by Nancy Gideon

I’m not much for napping, but on bone-achingly cold days like this week’s here in Michigan, after staying up too late (a rarity for me!) and getting woken up too early by hungry cats, stretching out atop the covers for just a minute of shuteye in my upstairs bedroom away from family and felines had undeniable appeal. I’d planned to just relax and get comfortable while mulling over some plot stickers in my newest project, but just like that, hours disappeared.

I don’t know about you, but daytime dreams are vastly different for me than nighttime dreams. They linger there on the edge of conscious thoughts, so real it takes a minute to determine if you’ve been asleep or mulling over future plans and past mistakes. But the instant you try to grab on to their content – poof – gone. I could have plotted out that next novel. I might have figured out how to juggle two upcoming holidays meals or how to maneuver that shy little kitty that’s been hanging out on our deck into the house. But all I have are achy muscles and rumpled clothes . . . and the feeling that I’d discovered something important in that out-of-body state that I can no longer recall.

But then. Maybe it’ll come back to me . . . in a dream.

Wishing you happy events, over-loaded tabletops and safe travel this upcoming week wherever and with whomever you may be celebrating!

♚♚♚♚♚

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Tuesday, October 29, 2024

Taken by the Necromancer by @meganslayer #outnow #newrelease #necromancer #vampire @changelingpress

Taken by the Necromancer (Taken 7) A Dark Fantasy Women's Fiction Novel by Megan Slayer ~~$4.99~~ /Sale Price: $4.24

A newly turned vampire and a necromancer shouldn’t work. But what if they do?

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But could it be for the better?

Right?

EXCERPT:

He glanced over his shoulder. The woman wasn’t even in Eerie, but he felt her. Another vision formed in his mind. This time, the woman stood in his living room and wore nothing.

A nude woman in his home.

What was he getting himself involved in?

He’d figure it out when she arrived. If he knew one thing more than anything else, fighting the future wasn’t smart. The future would happen no matter what he did.

Still, he wished he knew more about this person trying to locate him. She might end up hating him. The nudity might be because she was getting revenge… on him? Someone else?

He wondered what her kiss would taste like.

He shook his head. Her kiss! She might not even want to kiss him.

The water sloshed against the bank and tore his attention from the woman. His woodland oasis would be invaded. Did he mind?

Not really.

He headed back to the house as a shiver ran the length of his spine. The woman hadn’t reached Eerie, but she was on the outskirts. She also needed his help.

Now he could deal with the truck.

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