Romancing the Sweet Side… To Benefit Lori Foster’s One Way Farm

Today I’m very proud to share this with all of you. An amazing group of authors have put their talent, hearts and souls into a wonderful anthology in which 99% of proceeds will be given to Lori Foster’s One Way Farm. If you’re interested in learning more about One Way Farm, please follow this link: OneWayFarm.

Check out this amazing cover and read on for a snippet from one of the authors, Megan Slayer.

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Romancing the Sweet Side

Featuring Sweet in His Arms by Megan Slayer

Contemporary

Short Story

M/M

99% of the proceeds go to One Way Farm in Cincinnati, Ohio

Rubbin’ is racin’, especially if it’s done with a little sweetness and the right man.

Ryan Dane always knew where his heart was—in racing. He loves the sights, smells and sounds of the race and cars. He’s also sure about his sexuality, but the one man he’s always crushed on hasn’t been interested. Until now.

Gage Bell considered Ryan the one that got away—except he never pursued Ryan in the first place. He’s done trying to ignore the way Ryan makes him feel, and an incident on the track has given him the right incentive to find the sweetness he’s always known was in Ryan’s arms—if Ryan will give him an inch and let him take the wheel.

Gage is ready to rub the right man.

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Amazon Universal Link: RomancingTheSweetSide

EXCERPT:

©Megan Slayer, 2015, All Rights Reserved

Ryan collapsed on his bed that night and fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow. In his dreams, he ran into Gage.

He replayed the incident with Gage over and over, but each time with the same frustrating outcome. Anger and a fight. In the dream, Gage lashed out at him. Instead of hitting Ryan, he yanked him close. Ryan gazed into Gage’s eyes, and his frustration melted. He’d wanted to be this close to Gage for so long. The man’s gaze was magnetic. Ryan’s skin sizzled and his nerve endings tingled.

Something around them buzzed. Ryan reached for Gage, only to have the man fade away. Fade away? How… Ryan sat up and glanced around his bedroom.

Damn. Being with Gage was only a dream. He scrubbed both hands over his face and grunted. So much for sleeping. He noticed the time on the digital clock. Nine a.m. Shit. He’d missed chores. Now, he knew what the buzzing was—the doorbell. He climbed out of bed and raked his fingers through his hair. He still had the same clothes on from the night before.

He trudged barefoot through the house to the front door. Whoever wanted him wasn’t in the living room. Odd. If his father was there because Ryan had missed chores, then he would’ve been standing in the middle of the living room or would’ve barged into Ryan’s bedroom.

He grasped the door handle and opened the door. Instead of his father on the stoop, Gage waited on the small porch.

“Gage?” Now, he wished he’d have changed his clothes or at least brushed his teeth. “Can I help you?” He drank in the image of Gage. The faded jeans hung low on Gage’s hips and the T-shirt stretched tight across his broad chest. He’d cut his sandy blond hair, and the new do worked wonders on Gage. The shorter cut brought out the shape of his brown eyes and chiseled chin. Ryan longed to run his hands over that chest and to feel Gage beside him. God, he had it bad for Gage Bell.

Gage bowed his head, and his voice dropped an octave. “Can we talk?”

 

What better way to give back than by grabbing this anthology and knowing your purchase will help children who live at a phenomenal place. You can give them the gift of caring. The children and staff, as well as the authors appreciate all of you for helping.

Happy Reading!

XOXOX,

Madison

 

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