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Temptation Thursdays: “Catching Cary” by Megan Slayer

May 1
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What better way to choose a great book for your weekend escape than by reading a sexy excerpt?

Hence my feature, CABR Presents Temptation Thursdays

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Today’s excerpt is from the contemporary m/m romance, CATCHING CARY, by Megan Slayer 🙂

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Blurb:

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Sometimes giving into fate gets you to the place you most want to be.

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Cary Hazard walked away from his life as the front man for the band, Cascadia, to embrace a quieter existence in Zero. With no celebrities and no one wanting things from him, he’s happy. He’s also lonely. He wants to find that one special person to warm his nights and love him—tattoos and all. Will he or end up alone again or will the hunk at the Eight Ball bar be his saving grace?

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Layne Stevens has a past he’s not proud of. He’s looking for redemption, but not in the hands of a former star. If he can stay in the shadows, he’s happy, but lonely. The man singing at the bar has his full attention. He wants to wrap himself up in the guy’s strong arms. Will he be able to open up and offer his heart or will the truth destroy everything he holds dear? It’s a matter of catching Cary.

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Megan Slayer’s introduction to her TEMPTATION THURSDAYS excerpt from CATCHING CARY:

The Men of Zero, Ohio are hot in a terribly cold environment. The northern part of Ohio tends to get really cold in the winter. Sometimes, like this year, it’s still snowing in April. The extended winter season makes for what could be a depressing time.

But not in Zero, Ohio.

Mix one musician who is fading from the limelight with a busboy-slash-waiter and the snow will definitely melt. Read on. This is one of the hot scenes from Catching Cary. Cary and Layne are breaking down some emotional barriers between them. See how they sort things out.

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EXCERPT:

The complete switch in Layne shocked Cary. He stared at the man he wanted to spend the night with. How the hell had things gone off the rails so quickly?

“What? Why? Because I shared a deep secret only Leon and Mike know about? Or because you gave me a blow job?” Embarrassment flooded his system. He’d trusted the wrong man–again. “I get the whole gossip thing. You wanted into my confidences so you could tell everyone. Whatever.”

“Now I know you’re nuts.” Layne whipped out his keys. “I’m getting the hell away from you before I drag you down.”

“What?” He jumped between Layne and the door. “Explain? Please?”

“I can’t. Let’s just leave this as we’re good friends who can’t be alone together.”

“I like you, Layne.” He hadn’t planned to confess his desires, but what the hell? Why not?

“Which is why I really need to go.”

“It doesn’t make any sense.”

Layne sighed. “I’m no good for you and no matter how much I want it to work, this won’t.” He leaned forward and kissed Cary on the lips.

Passion, need, and desire raced through his veins. He wrapped his arms around the younger man. No way he’d let him leave—not yet. He pushed the connection farther, tangling his tongue with Layne’s. He caressed every available inch of Layne’s body and then crushed him against the door. Tongue on tongue, hot body against hot body…. He moaned. He wasn’t sure where he started and Layne began.

Cary backed away first. “Stay. Give me a chance to be more than the dickhead rock star.”

“I shouldn’t.” Layne gripped Cary’s shirt. “But I can’t go. You’re hard to resist.”

“I’m glad. I want to taste you like you tasted me.” He tugged the Layne to the bedroom. They flopped together on the mattress in a tangle of arms and legs. He swept his tongue along the thinner man’s bottom lip. Moans filled the space. No matter where he touched, he found another thing about Layne he loved. Being with him, even just to make out, was better than any of the sloppy encounters on the tour bus. He liked having room to move and a very sexy man to play with.

“Need to see all of you.” He yanked his lover’s shirt up over his head. Layne’s pale skin glimmered in the lamplight. “You’re gorgeous.”

“Cary.” He raked his fingers over the dips and planes of Cary’s chest.

His name sounded so good on the smaller man’s lips. He kissed his way down Layne’s sternum to the divot of his belly button. Learning each curve and plane of muscle thrilled him. Not content to nibble on the lanky man’s belly, he moved up to Layne’s nipples.

“Feels good.” Layne gripped the sheets in white-knuckled hands.

“You like nipple play?” He was used to vocal lovers, or at least lovers who said what they needed. “Tell me what you want. Touch me and let me know I’m pleasing you.”

“I like it.” Layne threaded his fingers into Cary’s hair. Instead of confidence, his words were tentative. He massaged Cary’s scalp then tugged. “Bite them.”

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Megan Slayer pictureABOUT 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.

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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.

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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.

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CONTACT THE AUTHOR:

Website | Facebook | Twitter @MeganSlayer |

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