He demands his submissive’s body and soul…but can he accept his sub’s heart?
Roddy Green never planned to fall in love and certainly not with his Dom, but every time he goes into Darkness, a fetish club, he falls for Vegas all over again. Being in love isn’t the same as being loved in return. Vegas is there to do a job—not to build a romance. But what if the main constant in Roddy’s life is also the one person he can’t live without?
Andrew Vegas knows his job. He’s a Dom. But there is more than one side to him and he’s tired of keeping the other parts of him hidden. One man makes him feel safe and comfortable enough to open up—his pet, Roddy. But will Roddy, the producer of a local news broadcast, want to be with a man with secrets?
Reader Advisory: This book contains references to light knifeplay.
Publisher's Note: This book contains characters who also appear in Permanent.
General Release Date: 21st July 2015
“I’m so ready to be done with this place.” Roderick Green tossed his stylus onto the desktop and groaned. He wasn’t going to be able to leave until at least nine p.m. Damn it. He’d come into the news room at six that morning. Fifteen hours of scheduling, sorting through news stories and dealing with the broadcasters who didn’t want to cooperate. He was damn near pulling his hair out.
He’d been a producer at Channel 25 for the last eight years. He liked his job. The news of the nation as well as local stories colored the broadcasts. The channel featured plenty of sports stories, courtesy of one of his best reporters, Tory McClellan.
Most days, he loved his job. Bringing the news and working with the various groups made him happy. Today? Not so much.
He flipped through the papers on his desk then turned to his tablet. Of all the stories planned for the next week, he had Tory’s schedule, but that was all. He needed more than what Tory had given him. The broadcast couldn’t feature one reporter.
But hell, he’d lost two of his reporters that year. Filling their spots hadn’t been easy. He gritted his teeth. Speaking of the new reporters, where in the hell was their work?
He punched the numbers on his desk phone. Someone needed to give him answers and fast. After three rings, Holden, the main news reader, answered. “Yes, sir,” Holden said. “I’m currently working on that piece about the community center. I’m trying to get interviews with the staff. The work they’re doing with the young men and women is really inspirational.”
“Great, but I need stuff for the end of this week,” Roddy bit out. “Come on.”
“Ask Susan. She’s got a fluff piece on the animal rescue center. I thought she was finished.”
“She’s not.” But he’d be sure to contact her next and give the weather girl some explaining to do. He didn’t mind that she wanted to branch out and work on other stories, but she wasn’t keeping up with her own workload.
“I’ll have mine done this weekend and will have the comeback kid story about the young man who helps the Tigers ready by tomorrow. He was a talker, but I’ve got enough to do the story justice.”
“Fine.” Actually, really freaking good. “Okay. I can work with that. I’m looking forward to the footage.” Roddy groaned. “Tomorrow.”
“You bet.”
Roddy hung up on Holden and stared at the phone. Fresh out of college, Holden had been a long shot. The guy understood what he had to do, but sometimes wasn’t up to the challenge. Maybe he was turning the corner and becoming a stronger reporter. Maybe. Roddy dialed Susan’s number.
As a weather girl, she brought in male viewers and boosted the overall viewership—but that was all. Bringing in viewers didn’t help her accurately report the weather. She messed up more than she correctly forecast what weather systems were coming in. The week before, she’d mixed up a warm front with a line of storms. Channel 25 was the only station to blow the thunderstorm coverage. After the blunder, she’d explained that she didn’t want to read the weather any longer. She wanted to do some real reporting. Of the three stories he’d given her, she’d only turned in one.
He massaged his temples then pressed the buttons to call Susan. Before she answered, he placed the call on speaker.
“Roddy, hi,” Susan said, her tone breezy. “I know what you’re going to say. I’m not done.”
“So when are you going to be done? You have three stories going.” He thanked God she couldn’t see his expression. He’d gritted his teeth so tight, his jaw ached.
“Well, the pets I had in my story have all been adopted.”
“That’s great. Are you following up?”
“No. I have to get new animals,” she snapped.
“To have a feel-good story, you have to continue on with those animals. People like to know the animals are being adopted out to good homes.” Christ. He was going to have to do her job for her.
“Oh.”
He wanted to kick Van, his old boss, for hiring her. Thank God his new boss, Eric, was more reasonable. “You’ve got the weekend to complete it.”
“Fine,” she huffed. “You’re not making this easy.”
“How would you like me to make it easier? Want me to write the story for you?” he growled. “Don’t answer that. I’m not writing it.”
“Van would’ve.”
“But he moved to national news, so you’re stuck. You’ve got your orders. Get it done.” He didn’t bother to say goodbye before he hung up. His head pounded. Letting the reporters drive him crazy wasn’t smart, but he wanted a good broadcast. He wanted the work to speak for itself, not for the public to call the channel lazy.
He’d scored big time when Tory had won the award for excellence in journalism two years ago, but they hadn’t been able to win anything since.
Roddy drummed his fingers on the table again. Looking at the tablet and the pile of papers wasn’t going to get him home any faster. Then again, with his reporters not cooperating, he wasn’t getting anything accomplished. He spotted the business card for Darkness.
The club.
Megan Slayer, aka Wendi Zwaduk, is a multi-published, award-winning author of more than one-hundred short stories and novels. She’s been writing since 2008 and published since 2009. Her stories range from the contemporary and paranormal to LGBTQ and BDSM themes. No matter what the length, her works are always hot, but with a lot of heart. She enjoys giving her characters a second chance at love, no matter what the form. She’s been the runner up in the Kink Category at Love Romances Café as well as nominated at the LRC for best author, best contemporary, best ménage and best anthology. Her books have made it to the bestseller lists on Amazon.com.
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Do I have your attention? Are you wondering what mood I’m talking about? My name is Megan Slayer and I write hot books. Really hot books. The longer I write, the more I realize trying to close the bedroom door just isn’t going to work. My characters like to embrace the naughty side. And me? I go along for the ride!
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This is the story of two men realizing they aren’t so different after all. There are ups, downs and hot sex included. Roddy needs to relax and the only way he can is with Vegas at Darkness, but a television personality isn’t supposed to visit a BSDM club. Unless the personality is Roddy. He’s unashamed. Vegas has his own complexities that are revealed in the story. Once he peels back all of his layers, he’s worried Roddy won’t want to stick around. Things could get messy, but that’s how Roddy and Vegas like it.
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