Thankful with Wendi Zwaduk

This time of year always makes me think of  the things I’m thankful for. There’s a lot to be grateful for, too. So I thought I’d share my list with you.

I have some of the best friends ever. If I’m down, they pick me up. I’ve got one who will willingly push me off a ledge, just to see what happens, laugh, then come help me limp to the hospital. Yes, she is my best friend and I’d do the same to her. We laugh, cry, and growl together. It’s great.

I’ve also got one of the best jobs in the whole wide world. I get to play with the characters in my head and unleash them on the public. Then I get to hear from the public how they enjoyed the characters. Even when they tell me what could be improved, I still know I’ve got a great job. I wouldn’t change it for anything.

In my household I’ve got four pets. Yes, I live in a zoo. Well, it feels like it sometimes. Especially when the dogs bark at the same time and the black cat runs like a maniac through my house. But I wouldn’t trade them. Nope. If possible, I’d add the two cats we had before that have passed, but that’s because I love them and miss them. But the four I’ve got are great, even when they do their best to give me extra gray hairs.

The one thing, although they aren’t things, that I’m the most thankful for is DH and the totlet. The totlet doesn’t know all about what Mommy writes. That doesn’t matter. He’s proud of me because I’m doing something I love. He told me he wanted to be a comic book author. Works for me. Then there’s DH. I couldn’t have asked for a better man. Really. Yes, we have our moments of frustration…who doesn’t? But we’ve also got this unbreakable bond. We can–although we don’t do it often out loud–finish each other’s sentences. When we realize we’re on the same brain wavelength, it’s scary. But like the totlet, DH supports me and my writing. He’s read almost all of it and tells everyone proudly, ‘my wife writes smut’. It was his idea to get the “dirty jeep girl” tire cover for my jeep. When I get frustrated with my work, he picks me up. If I’m feeling good about it, he grounds me while cheering me on. It’s fantastic. I couldn’t ask for a better man.

Those are the things I’m thankful for. What about you? I’d love to know!

 

Now a little bit about me: 

I always dreamt of writing the stories in my head. Tall, dark, and handsome heroes are my favorites, as long as he has an independent woman keeping him in line. I earned a BA in education at Kent State University and currently hold a Masters in Education with Nova Southeastern University.

I love NASCAR, romance, books in general,Ohio farm land, dirt racing, and my menagerie of animals.  I also write under the pen name of Megan Slayer. I’m published with Total-E-Bound, Changeling Press, Liquid Silver Books, Turquoise Morning Press, Decadent Publishing and The Wild Rose Press. Come join me for this fantastic journey!

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And now a little bit about my latest work, Still the One:

 

She’ll be his salvation if he’s willing to switch.  

Being stressed out sucks, especially when you’re in charge of a team. Just ask Eric Trask. The pit crew of the Fifty-Four truck team depends on him. The stress of keeping things running smoothly is wearing Eric down. What’s a guy to do to get a little relief?

Janine Walters knows exactly what Eric’s up against. She’s the public relations face of the team. Pressure is all a part of the job. Her outlet for stress just happens to be wielding a crop.

Can Eric embrace her methods for stress relief or will her suggestion tear their fragile relationship apart?

Reader Advisory: This book contains the use of a crop, spanking, a little bondage, a little pegging, some toys and a woman who knows how to use a strap on to pleasure her man.

Publisher’s Note: This story has been previously released as part of the Switch anthology by Total-E-Bound

 

THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA and Wendi Zwaduk

The Phantom of the Opera is there!

Can you tell I’m channeling Andrew Lloyd Webber? I am. Why? I write for many publishing houses, both as Wendi Zwaduk and my pen name Megan Slayer. One of the perks of writing for many houses is getting opportunities to do new things. Total-E-Bound contacted me to take part in the Clandestine Classics line of books.  But which book to choose! I mean, there are a lot of cool classics to select from. I chose The Phantom of the Opera. I’m glad I did.

Why Phantom? I grew up with the whole Andrew Lloyd Weber phenomenon. Phantom on Broadway was/is BIG. All through school we practiced the music for band productions. We read through the play for speech and theatre classes. Oh, and we read the actual text for English Lit. There wasn’t much getting away from it.

I wanted to be a part of the romance of the story. Who doesn’t see the play and wonder exactly what happened down beneath the Opera House? In my head, I didn’t just see Phantom and Christine singing duets. I saw them getting down to business. When Raoul follows Christine out to the grave yard at the Sunset Inn, did they have a heated session afterwards? I wanted to know. I’m that person who wants to throw the bedroom door open and let the reader know who did what with whom. Yep, that’s me. I tried to write sweet and the characters didn’t want to play that way. Who am I to argue with them?

So in the midst of all the romance, there’s a lot of heat. I wanted to bring that to the forefront and I think I did pretty well. Not all readers will appreciate the added sex. “Don’t meddle in the classics, they are classics for a reason,” is a very good argument. I meddled, I did, but I didn’t actually change the text. What Leroux wrote is there. My words were woven in to his.

All in all, I’m glad I got to be a part of the Phantom phenomenon. The story is striking and the characters beg to be let loose. I hope the passion I felt when writing the additions shines through for the reader. Maybe a little of the zeal in the music will show up and engage the readers. What do you think? Great idea? Want to read it? Can’t wait to get your hands on it? I’d love to know.

 

The Classics Exposed…

A chance sighting at the Opera, fated love, and three lives in turmoil.

One man pledges to own her, while another wants her heart. The Opera sets the stage for romance and intrigue. In the catacombs below the building lives a man rife with sorrow and passion. The Phantom. But he’s not content to live alone. He wants to possess the one woman who can set him free.

His Christine.

Viscount Raoul de Chagny doesn’t believe the rumours of a Ghost living below the Opera. He only has eyes for Christine, his childhood friend and first love. Together they embark on a sensual journey of discovery and fiery desire.

But she can only have one man. Will love raise her up or tear their world apart?

 

 

Want to know more about Wendi Zwaduk? Here you go:

I always dreamt of writing the stories in my head. Tall, dark, and handsome heroes are my favorites, as long as he has an independent woman keeping him in line. I earned a BA in education at Kent State University and currently hold a Masters in Education with Nova Southeastern University.

I love NASCAR, romance, books in general, Ohio farmland, dirt racing, and my menagerie of animals.  I also write under the pen name of Megan Slayer. I’m published with Total-E-Bound, Changeling Press, Liquid Silver Books, Turquoise Morning Press, Decadent Publishing and The Wild Rose Press. Come join me for this fantastic journey!

If you like my work, tell your friends and email me. I love hearing from readers!
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Going through withdrawal with Wendi Zwaduk

The Olympics are over and I’m sad. I am. There is something so exciting about the games. The drama, the need to see who won and being proud in our athletes…it’s great. I loved it.

I also loved that the games gave me a reason to listen to the noise while I wrote. Yes. I’m one of those people. I need noise to write. I don’t always pay attention to what I’m watching, but I like the distracting noise. If it’s deadly quiet, I can’t write.

Granted, there are times when I don’t get much done. The moment Jordyn Wieberd idn’t make the all-around I cried with her. I cheered whenMistyMay-Treanor and KerriWalsh-Jennings won the gold. I also got a bit irked when the men’s gymnastics didn’t do better. Hey, it’s great drama!

But now I’m going through withdrawal. The games are over, the ceremonies have come to a close and I don’t know what to do with myself. I used the time to write and research my stories. Good thing, too. I’ve been up to my eyeballs, in a good way, with work and I needed the time.

Now I have to find something else to provide the noise. I’ve got my iPod and it’s loaded with music. I’ve got the tv shows I bought from iTunes to listen to, but those aren’t the Olympics.

I guess I’ll have to start listening to the Indy Car races in addition to the NASCAR races I already listen to. I have to have noise.

What about you? Are there any vices you have to have when you write? Any things you have to have to get started? Or to keep going? I’d love to know! Maybe you can give me some ideas.

And now a little bit about me!

I always dreamt of writing the stories in my head. Tall, dark, and handsome heroes are my favorites, as long as he has an independent woman keeping him in line. I earned a BA in education at Kent State Universityand currently hold a Masters in Education with Nova Southeastern University.

I love NASCAR, romance, books in general,Ohio farmland, dirt racing, and my menagerie of animals.  I also write under the pen name of Megan Slayer. I’m published with Total-E-Bound, Changeling Press, Liquid Silver Books, Turquoise Morning Press, Decadent Publishing and The Wild Rose Press. Come join me for this fantastic journey!

If you like my work, tell your friends and email me. I love hearing from readers!

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And here’s a little bit about my latest release:

Sunshine of Your Love

Total-E-Bound

Recent Historical

Novella, M/f, Spanking

It’s 1970. The world is in upheaval. Can two people really make a difference and find love at the same time?

Noel Flynt signed up for the Army to carry out his family duty. He never expected the travesties of Vietnam to take their toll on him. He’s coming back to the world he thought he knew, but with everything changing around him, he’s going to have to learn he can’t live in the past.

CindyStephenscouldn’t wait for Noel to return. She sees the man within the uniform and has loved him for as long as she can remember. But times have changed. She’s not the timid schoolgirl any longer. Can she accept his changes, too?

The only constants are time and love.

 

Reader Advisory: This book contains one war hero, the woman who loves him, lots of hot sex, with a little spanking mixed in for good measure.

Available @ Total E-Bound

 

 

 

Muses, coffee binges and Wendi Zwaduk

I wasn’t sure what to write about this month when I sat down to work on the post. It seemed like every time I sat down, I had to get back up and help someone do something. You ever have one of those weeks? I’m so there. Then I got the time to work on it and the muse went berserk.

Hence the title – When the Muse Takes a Break and Then Goes on a Caffeine Binge… it seemed like the moment I could write, she took off on hiatus, never to be seen again. Then when the world came crashing down around me, THAT’S when she wanted to talk and unleash everyone. It’s been one headdesk moment after another.

Now don’t get me wrong. When she’s working with me, I refuse to complain. Why? I get things accomplished. It’s the silent periods that drive me crazy. I have a small person and try to write when he’s asleep or away at Gramma’s or at school. It’s summer, so time is precious.  It’s also vacation season. While I love the vacation time, I hate the dog tired feeling when we get home.  We have an RV so its nice, if you have to go, you can get up and go. But I get car sick. Yeah, riding anywhere in the thing without sufficient air on me is a bad thing. Don’t even think about writing on the computer. That’s a one way ticket to Barfsville.

The whole time I’m in the RV and while I’m at the races (You thought I’d go somewhere else?), the muse runs rampant. She knows I don’t have paper or pencil or pen to jot notes down. I’d use my phone, but those screens are teensy and I don’t have dainty thumbs. (Never have, never will.) But the moment I get back to the RV, child is sleeping, DH is sleeping… muse runs away and hides.

I try to remember what all she said during the race and the drive, but naturally it takes a hike, too. Does anyone else have this problem? The carsickness, the sleep deprivation once you get home, the muse taking off on vacation when you have time? I’d love to know. At least I’d have someone to commiserate with. Let me know.

The good thing is this – well, a couple things – I do have some of the mental notes. If I look at approximately what I was looking at or reading before when I had the thought, it tends to trigger the memory. I also had a notebook with me for some of it. Yes, I’m glad I did. I also have the memories of where we went. How does that help? If the story is about a dirt racer, being there is great research. So it’s not all for naught.

Still, what are your thoughts?

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Here’s a little bit about my upcoming release, Sunshine of Your Love:

 

It’s 1970. The world is in upheaval. Can two people really make a difference and find love at the same time?

Noel Flynt signed up for the Army to carry out his family duty. He never expected the travesties of Vietnam to take their toll on him. He’s coming back to the world he thought he knew, but with everything changing around him, he’s going to have to learn he can’t live in the past.

Cindy Stephens couldn’t wait for Noel to return. She sees the man within the uniform and has loved him for as long as she can remember. But times have changed. She’s not the timid schoolgirl any longer. Can she accept his changes, too?
The only constants are time and love.

Reader Advisory: This book contains one war hero, the woman who loves him, lots of hot sex, with a little spanking mixed in for good measure.

Available at Total e-bound.

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Want to know more about Wendi Zwaduk? Here you go:

I always dreamt of writing the stories in my head. Tall, dark, and handsome heroes are my favorites, as long as he has an independent woman keeping him in line. I earned a BA in education at Kent State University and currently hold a Masters in Education with Nova Southeastern University.

I love NASCAR, romance, books in general,Ohiofarmland, dirt racing, and my menagerie of animals.  I also write under the pen name of Megan Slayer. I’m published with Total-E-Bound, Changeling Press, Liquid Silver Books, Turquoise Morning Press and The Wild Rose Press. Come join me for this fantastic journey!

If you like my work, tell your friends and email me. I love hearing from readers!

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Right on the Edge of Hinky with Wendi Zwaduk

I happened to be talking to a friend of mine. The conversation had me in stitches because of something he said. My friend said he’d read all my books and was thrilled that I’d written a book with MM and BDSM.  My DH said, well, you don’t think she does that? She’s not a guy. Of course my friend laughed and replied, duh. Now that wasn’t what made me laugh, it was what he said next.

“You’re right on the edge of hinky.”

I laughed and agreed with him. I am. I’m not getting the publicity of say, that popular book, but mine have just as much kink in them. So yeah, I’m on the edge of hinky.
He laughed at me for agreeing. “So do you do that stuff?”

I grinned and said nothing.

“Do you?”

I might write kink and I might take part in such things, but I’m not going to blurt out all the things I do in the bedroom. I’d like to think I’ve got some decorum.

But here’s the thing, whether you get into kink or not and whether you decide to talk about it is up to you. More power to you. I look at it this way, as long as there’s respect and you’re both getting pleasure, more power to you.

Is there anything wrong with being on the edge of hinky? Nope. Well, within reason. Let me explain. I’m not going to condone all kinks. There are some I just don’t get and others that do nothing for me. Doesn’t mean they are wrong (unless they are against the law – but that’s a whole ‘nother post), it just means they aren’t my kink. But that also doesn’t mean that being spanked or playing with sex toys is wrong.  Hey, whatever works (still that pesky within reason).

I’m proud to admit I’m on the edge of hinky. I write about sex, bdsm, spanking, toys, ménages and I don’t hide that fact. I like to read such books, too. If you are proud to admit the same, let me know.

 

 

 

Here’s a little bit about my forthcoming recent historical, Sunshine of Your Love
It’s 1970. The world is in upheaval. Can two people really make a difference and find love at the same time?
Noel Flynt signed up for the Army to carry out his family duty. He never expected the travesties of Vietnam to take their toll on him. He’s coming back to the world he thought he knew. With everything changing around him, he’s going to have to learn he can’t live in the past.
Cindy Stephens couldn’t wait for Noel to return. She sees the man within the uniform and has loved him for as long as she can remember. But times have changed. She’s not the timid school girl any longer. Can she accept his changes, too?

 

Available soon at Total e-bound

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Want to know more about Wendi Zwaduk? Here you go:
I always dreamt of writing the stories in my head. Tall, dark, and handsome heroes are my favorites, as long as he has an independent woman keeping him in line. I earned a BA in education at Kent State University and currently hold a Masters in Education with Nova Southeastern University.
I love NASCAR, romance, books in general, Ohio farmland, dirt racing, and my menagerie of animals. I’m published with Total-E-Bound, Changeling Press, Liquid Silver Books, Turquoise Morning Press and The Wild Rose Press. Come join me for this fantastic journey!

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Are you sure that is true Wendi Zwaduk on a popular book

I happened to be reading an article the other day about that book. You know, the one everyone is talking about because they either love it, hate it, or secretly wish it was theirs (who doesn’t want to rake in that kinda cash, you know?). I don’t want to bring light to that book. Not because I’m jealous. Maybe a teensy bit, but I’m human and writing in the same genre—kind of. That’s my bone of contention. The genre and the all-inclusivity. The article about that book stated this:
“Some argue that the storyline (and graphic sex, no doubt) provides escapism for its readers. I would have no problem with this rationale if the book wasn’t gaining popularity on the idea that it’s both fun (“mommy porn”) and positive (“a true love story”).”
If you want to read the whole article from the Today show and Access Hollywood, here it is.

I take offense, not at that comment but what’s in the comment. First, let’s tackle the BDSM element of the book. Yes, there is pain play. Yes there are what some people would consider questionable practices. Note, though, that to some spanking is taboo while others barely notice it. What is getting lost in the hoopla about this book is that when there is BDSM involved, the point of the play is not to just please one side of the coin. BOTH sides should be pleased. Granted the master/mistress is asking a lot out of the submissive. Granted the submissive is giving a lot. But there’s respect on both sides. The master/mistress will do things to push the sub, but not deliberately harm them. If there is pain play involved, it is because the couple has talked about it.

Here’s an example to illustrate what I mean: the submissive is being zippered—a row of clothespins attached to her body with a string running the length of the line. She’s not real wild about the practice and when asked out of the earshot of the master will tell you it hurts like hell. She’s not being turned on by it. She’s scared and in pain, but because he wants her to do it and because she is desperate to please him, she goes through with it. Master is getting what he wants because he’s doing the action, but whether she’s getting anything out of it is more than a bit blurry. The point of bdsm, even when it’s humiliation play, is to have mutual respect. This book isn’t showing the limits, other than of my patience.
Speaking of patience, don’t get me started on the term ‘mommy porn’. Whoever came up with that should be displayed on a flag pole. You might be wondering why? I write what some consider porn, so why would I dislike the term? One, it demeans the reader. Assuming that the reader, because she’s reading that is a she and a mother leaves out part of the audience. Two, saying that reading erotic romance will always lead to the person reading it having a heightened libido and therefore jumping on their partner is ridiculous, as well. Sure, I’d love for people to read my books and get turned on. But to expect them to jump on their partner because of it is about as foolish as saying listening to an Ozzy Osborne record will make you want to bite the head off a bat. Sorry, humans have free will and minds to decide what they will/won’t do.
The last issue I have with that book is this, just because it’s a true story—how true I have no idea and couldn’t find it on Google—doesn’t mean it’s positive. Watch the news. There are lots of true stories that aren’t positive. Sure, you can find positivity in just about anything, but it’s a stretch here. There’s too many things that just don’t jive. A truly positive story would have character growth. The character learns what is healthy and how to attain that way of life, not capitulate because ‘he seems like he likes me’. It’s been said that women want to be dominated. Maybe. Its nice to shift control once in a while. But the way it’s portrayed doesn’t show me anything positive, but rather the reverse.
The ‘I’m doing this for you because I want you to like me’ mentality doesn’t wash. We live in a society where we’re supposed to be educated and making our own decisions. Women want to make the same amount as men and be praised for what we do. I’ve read the book and the only thing I got out of it was that it kicks the women’s lib movement back too many years to count.
Am I jealous the book is out? Not really. Do I think the hoopla is just that, hoopla? Yes. Just because someone has an ereader/iPad/etc doesn’t mean they are reading erotic works and even if they are, it doesn’t mean they are slaves to their libidos–it means they like to read. If the book is your cuppa, more power to you. If it’s not, I can suggest a lot of books that might hit the mark for you a lot better.

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A topless dancer plus a cynical cop doesn’t equal a lifetime love…or does it?

There’s more to Jude Nelson than just a sequined thong. She has big dreams of becoming an artist. There’s one tiny wrinkle in her plan-she’ll never forget the bloody image of her friend’s battered body in the dumpster.

Who can a nude dancer turn to for help? Certainly not a hardened undercover cop…

Detective Drew Alwyn is on the case to find out who murdered his good friend and fellow officer. But the moment he sees Jude, he can’t look away. He has to decide which is more important-his dedication to his job or the girl who holds his bruised and battered heart.

Will these two opposites come together to solve the case or will their desire consume them?

Reader Advisory: This story contains scenes of bondage, mentions of drug use by secondary characters, silk, sequins and art supplies used in foreplay, voyeurism and a little spanking for good measure.

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I Read a Book! Wendi Zwaduk

Okay, so you’re reading the title of this post and thinking, um, you’re an author so I’d hope you WOULD read a book. I would say to you that you are totally right. I should read books. I do, that’s not the point here. The point is the fantastic word I left out of that sentence. I read a book – for PLEASURE. For me, that’s radical.
It is.
Now you’re wondering why. I read for research. I mean, I need to know what song came out during what part of 1970 if I’m going to include it in a story. Someone will know and call me on it. I read for insight. I’m bad about reading the articles people share on FaceBook. I want to know what’s going on. I love magazines for the fashion. But I’ve also been reading a lot to write reviews and for blog tours.
Were they good books? Absolutely. Were they worth my time? You bet. But they weren’t for the sheer fun of I picked up the book/read the blurb and had to read the rest. That’s rare lately for me.
Why? Haven’t any titles caught my fancy? Haven’t I wanted to sit down and enjoy a book?
The answer is so not as cool as the questions. The titles have caught my fancy. Quite a few in fact. The reviews for those books have drawn me in as well. I did and still do want to sit down and enjoy a good book. There’s that little matter of time. Yep. The book I read I managed to polish off in a little less than two hours. Not bad for a nearly 300 page paperback. But that’s time I would’ve given to something else. Thankfully I had that time today.
And it was fun. I started the book thinking, oh, I’ll only read thirty pages. Then I realized I was at the 38th page. Hmm. I’ll read to 68. Got to page 79 before I realized I was that far. Odd. But the hero, even though I really wanted him to be a lot more forward in his advances on the heroine,  was yummy and the storyline bouncing along. I had to keep going. Dh needed me to let him know when it was a certain time, so I set my alarm on my phone and went back to reading. The EDJ laughed at me from my computer, but I thought, meh, I’m reading.  Before I knew it, the alarm had gone off and I was about twelve or so pages from the end. I let Dh know the time and went back to the ending of the book. Although the ending wasn’t as smooth as I’d have liked, it fit the story and I’m glad I took the time to sit down with it.
So what about you? What in the ebb and flow of your average day makes you sit down and read? I’d love to know.

Here’s a little bit about my latest book, in case you’re looking for a new read to get into:
When You’re With Me
Total-E-Bound
Contemporary, Suspense/Mystery, Men in Uniform
m/f, spanking, voyeurism, light bdsm
Available here
A topless dancer plus a cynical cop doesn’t equal a lifetime love…or does it?
There’s more to Jude Nelson than just a sequined thong. She has big dreams of becoming an artist. There’s one tiny wrinkle in her plan-she’ll never forget the bloody image of her friend’s battered body in the dumpster.
Who can a nude dancer turn to for help? Certainly not a hardened undercover cop…
Detective Drew Alwyn is on the case to find out who murdered his good friend and fellow officer. But the moment he sees Jude, he can’t look away. He has to decide which is more important-his dedication to his job or the girl who holds his bruised and battered heart.
Will these two opposites come together to solve the case or will their desire consume them?

 

Reader Advisory: This story contains scenes of bondage, mentions of drug use by secondary characters, silk, sequins and art supplies used in foreplay, voyeurism and a little spanking for good measure.

 

Want to know more about Wendi Zwaduk? Here you go:
I always dreamt of writing the stories in my head. Tall, dark, and handsome heroes are my favorites, as long as he has an independent woman keeping him in line. I earned a BA in education at Kent State University and currently hold a Masters in Education with Nova Southeastern University.
I love NASCAR, romance, books in general, Ohio farmland, dirt racing, and my menagerie of animals. I’m published with Total-E-Bound, Changeling Press, Liquid Silver Books and The Wild Rose Press. Come join me for this fantastic journey!

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I fell in love…with a book

I wasn’t sure what to write about this month, but I happened to see the ads for “read an ebook week.” I got to thinking which books I’d loved and which ones have I read more than twice. So I thought I’d write about the first book I’ve fallen in love with.
Which book was the first one I’d fallen in love with?
You’d be shocked.
Murder on the Orient Express by Agatha Christie. Yep.
Here’s the blurb for it:  Just after midnight, the famous Orient Express is stopped in its tracks by a snowdrift. By morning, the millionaire Samuel Edward Ratchett lies dead in his compartment, stabbed a dozen times, his door locked from the inside. One of his fellow passengers must be the murderer.
Isolated by the storm, detective Hercule Poirot must find the killer among a dozen of the dead man’s enemies, before the murderer decides to strike again.

 

 

I read this book when I was in the 7th grade. Yeah, that’s been a few years since I was 13, but I never forgot the book. I was on an Agatha Christie bender anyway, but this particular book grabbed me. I loved school but the more I read on the book, the more I wanted to know what would happen next. Instead of paying attention to English class and sentence diagramming, I read Murder on the Orient Express. I hid it below the desk and kept my head down, you know, like I was actually diagramming the sentences.  I wasn’t diagramming much of anything.
I absorbed the book, but it was the idea that there was more to the story than just this story really stuck with me. I wanted to enthrall a reader so much that the person didn’t want to do whatever it was they were in the middle of. To sweep the reader away into a new world. I had this crazy idea that I wanted to write—mystery novels. The twists and turns were out of this world and I wanted to do what she did.
If I’d have had my way, I’d have read the whole book in one sitting. I couldn’t because I had to switch classes and go home and all that. I got in to trouble because I’d read the book, but oddly enough, Mom was okay with it. At least I was reading and not doing something else. I know, what a bad kid I was.
But getting into trouble cemented in my mind that reading wasn’t a bad thing. Nope. It was something good and I wanted to do more of it. I’d always loved to read, but now I wanted to read more. I eventually read almost every Agatha Christie title. I’ve got more than half of them in print. So yeah, the book, although it’s been almost twenty years, stays with me. Which book was the first book to really grab you? Which is the first book YOU fell in love with?

Here’s my latest release:
Love Remembers
Historical, Ancient Greece
Novella
m/f, erotic
Total-E-Bound
Available here: Total-E-Bound
If he wants to keep Aspasia once he finds her, Gregorius will need to prove that his Love Remembers.
A veteran of the war in Koroneia, Gregorius wants only one woman for his bed. She made his heart sing the moment he first saw her in the markets, and for the past seven years he’s hunted far and wide for her. Once he finds her, he’ll prove his love never forgot her.
Aspasia isn’t the mirthful girl from the markets any longer. Circumstances beyond her control forced her into service to Gregorius’ bitterest enemy. When she at last finds herself in Gregorius’ arms, can she let go of the past in order to have the future she deserves? Only if love remembers…
Reader Advisory: This book contains a hero bent on finding his first love and a heroine determined to let him have his wicked way…in the garden, on the benches, in the olive grove… 

More about me:
I always dreamt of writing the stories in my head. Tall, dark, and handsome heroes are my favorites, as long as he has an independent woman keeping him in line. I earned a BA in education at Kent State University and currently hold a Masters in Education with Nova Southeastern University.
I love NASCAR, romance, books in general, Ohio farmland, dirt racing, and my menagerie of animals. I’m published with Total-E-Bound, Changeling Press, Liquid Silver Books and The Wild Rose Press. Come join me for this fantastic journey!

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Love is in the air! with Wendi Zwaduk

I love to write posts about love. I love to write about love. Why? I love a good happy ending. Okay, so that’s a lot of love in only a few sentences. In the immortal words of Elliot Garfield, “I love to love someone.”
So for my post this month, I thought I’d share with you some of my favorites.

Favorite article of clothing? My Levis. There’s nothing more comfy than well worn jeans. I can wear them anywhere and still be fashionable as well as comfortable.
Favorite food? Homemade noodles and falling off the bone beef roast. There is just something about adding the love to food that just makes it so much yummier.
Favorite time of the day? Night. It’s quiet and settled or noisy and filled with laughter. It’s the best time to get into the mood to write something hot. Plus I am not a morning person.
Favorite movie? Field of Dreams. I love a good tale of misdirection and flights of fancy. Plus Ray Liotta in a baseball uniform is sexy.
Favorite actor? Cary Grant. He can walk through a hotel all while making it look natural and sexy, then play slapstick and offbeat humor like a genius. It’s great.
Favorite on screen couple? Bogie and Bacall. I could watch The Big Sleep  and Key Largo every day and not be bored. I love her low voice and the way he always looked at her like he wanted to eat her alive. Or was he wanting to do something else? Grin.

Favorite song? Summer, Highland Falls by Billy Joel – the piano part gets me every time. Honorable mentions are Smoke Rings in the Dark – Gary Allan, Ticket to Ride – The Beatles and Fat Bottom Girls – Queen. Did I ever mention I have an eclectic taste in music?

Favorite car? My 1500 Silverado. I don’t have it any longer, but man I loved driving it. Big as a boat, able to haul plenty of stuff and it still looked sexy going down the road.

Favorite sport? The World of Outlaws Late Model series. Gotta get my racing. Add in the dirt and I’m sold. The rooster tails mixed with the slipping and sliding is great fun.

Those are mine. What about you? Its the season of love and sharing. Why don’t you share with me?

Here’s a little snippet from my latest release,OVER MY HEAD, available here.

What happens when two opposites realise they have more in common than expected?
I’m a dancer…and a damn good one. I work at the Silver Steel Gentlemen’s Club. My hard and fast rule? No freebies and no office dating. Except for Slade. Hard, fast, slow, gentle…I don’t care. I’ll take him any way possible. But he’s not that into me.
Or so she thinks. I’m a bouncer at the Silver Steel. Astra doesn’t realise I see her—I can’t help myself. She captivates me every time she’s on the stage. I want her, but I have a…problem. I’m not at the Steel to pick up chicks or even work the room. I’m there to stop the influx of drugs into the community. Yeah, I’m a cop. But if the job means sampling the dancers… Well, as long as I keep my heart out of it, I’ll be fine.
I hope.
Reader Advisory: This book has a kick ass hero, a dancer with all the right moves, hot sex, a little mutual anal play for good measure and mention of drug use.

Astra folded her hands over her purse and settled herself more comfortably into Slade’s car seat. Just a ride. All she needed was a simple ride home. The moment she’d climbed into his car, she felt much warmer and she knew sure as shit it wasn’t from the measly car heater. The streetlights and blackened buildings flew by in a rush. The twenty minute drive across town seemed to take no time at all. Then again, with company like Slade, she’d rather the ride last forever.

Slade McMann wasn’t just a man or good-looking muscle. He loomed large at the club. The other bouncers weren’t scared of him, but if he was in charge of removing a drunk or troublemaker, the other bouncers gave him a wide berth.

She wanted a man like him, one who would take care of her. The kind of man who knew what was going on so she didn’t have to look over her shoulder or worry if someone had an unseen eye on her.

Unless Slade proved to be another bad card in the deck.

Knocking on his window and being seen with him could get her into trouble. She guessed not. Slade McMann didn’t strike her as being like the other thugs at the club. He didn’t hang out with Tiny and never seemed to buy the merchandise. He barely seemed to pay attention to the crap going on at the club—like it was all beneath him.

She’d put her faith in others only to have them screw her over. Unlike the men in her past, though, something deep in her belly screamed that she could trust Slade. Odd, too, since her gut instincts never panned out. The men she tended to trust only ever proved to be untrustworthy. Abe used his fists, Tiny used drugs. Dennison…well, that was a wound she’d gladly give away.

“Astra?”

She gulped. He’d used her given name. Most of the bouncers didn’t even know the girls had names other than their stage names or descriptions like ‘the one with huge knockers’. She turned towards him. Slade wasn’t traditionally handsome. His face was a little too long and his black hair a tad too unruly. His grey eyes flashed whenever he looked at her and the simple act always sent shivers up her spine. It was like he didn’t see her physical attributes, but rather saw the woman inside. But to have him really see her as a human, not a set of breasts, seemed to be too much to ask.

“We’re here.” Slade pulled into his assigned parking spot at the Sanborn Building. “It’s three in the morning and damned icy. Give me a moment and I’ll come around to get you.”

“I’m not going to break,” she chuffed, although she appreciated his gesture. Astra waited a heartbeat for him to round the hood of the car.

Slade opened the door and offered his gloves. “Put these on.”

She considered arguing with him and capitulated. Gloves were so much better than frozen fingers. She shivered again. “Thanks.”

He looped one arm around her back and placed his hand on her elbow.

“Are you for real?” She looked away, embarrassed by her own question.

“I hope so,” he murmured in her ear. “I had a mother who insisted I have manners as well as learn how to put a man in his place.”

She paused and stared at him.

“What, little girl?”

“Your girlfriend is a lucky woman.” Her heart beat loud in her ears. Had she just blurted out something about his girlfriend? Shit.

Slade urged her forward again and laughed. “I am as single as single can be.” Arm tight around her, he whispered, “Are you applying?”

Here’s a little bit about me:

I always dreamed of writing the stories in my head. Tall, dark, and handsome heroes are my favorites, as long as he has an independent woman keeping him in line. I tend to write books with titles taken from songs because music is one of my many muses.
I earned a BA in education  and as well as a Masters in Education. I’ve tried my hand at teaching, waitressing, and retail sales, but writing holds my heart.
I love NASCAR, romance, books in general, farmland, dirt racing, and my menagerie of animals. I books under contract with Total-E-Bound, Liquid Silver Books, and the Wild Rose Press. But then again, I’ve got more stories percolating than my brain can handle. I can’t wait to share them with you!
Wendi Zwaduk – Romance to Make Your Heart Race
Also writing as Megan Slayer – Sometimes It’s Fun to Squirm
Its always better on dirt!

Wendi Zwaduk talks researching for writing

Research!

For my post for the month, I thought I’d tackle something I am very bad at. Research. Okay, that’s not the whole truth. I am good at researching but it depends on what the research is for. Hot scenes? I’m on it. Music to underscore a scene? I’m so there. Making sure the last little detail about regencyEnglandis correct? Bo-ring. Sorry. I can’t do it.

It’s funny to think I am not into research. When it’s a topic I like, say Ancient Greece, the Civil War,Vietnam, I’m all over it. Yes, I was one of those geeky kids who actually read the books about the Ancient Greeks and not because there were naked statues. Way back when, in those hazy crazy high school days, I actually though I’d become a history teacher. Yes, I loved to do research back them. Loved to learn about how things were. And then I realized how tedious some of that research can be.

Now don’t get me wrong. If it’s a difference between a character in Ancient Greece saying “Yo,Adrian” and “Good eve my dearest wife” then yes, the research should be done. I have a dear friend who actually knows when certain words came into usage. Go figure I can’t remember any of the particulars, but she can tell me when say ‘pussy’ came into everyday usage. To me, it’s a word used frequently. But that’s our society. Apparently back in the day, the word ‘pussy’ was a term of endearment for a child. Don’t quote me on that, as I didn’t do the research. Just sayin’. It wouldn’t occur to me to even ask when that word would’ve come into popularity.

As of the writing of this post, I’m working on a short story about a Vietnam vet.  It’s set in 1970’s Ohio. You guessed it, I have to do research for this story. Why? First, I wasn’t born before the Vietnam War concluded. Sorry. You’d have to wait a few years. Second, I might know some of the music of that era, I don’t know when most of it came out, just that it was around that time. Third, I’m sure there was vernacular used at the time that hasn’t made it down to modern day. Then again, as I’ve done some research, there’s quite a bit of vernacular that’s made it to today. Cool. You know. Chill. They made it down. I might sound foolish to say, who knew, but I didn’t know.

And that’s the fun of the dreaded research. You learn something new and in my case, find that even though the time period is a little over forty years ago, there’s not much that’s changed. Fashion has, and thank the industry for that, but a lot is the same. So even if research isn’t my favorite thing to do, it does have its purpose. What do you think? Let me know! I love to chatter with commenters.

And here’s a little bit about my latest work, Somewhere I Belong.

Sullavan Tanner walked away from Jarvis, Ohio, afraid to give his heart to the woman he loved. He lived the rock and roll lifestyle, but never quite made it to the big time. Fifteen years later, he’s back and ready to claim what’s his—if she’ll accept his help.

Marley Lockwood’s done asking for help. The family farm is more than she can handle, but if she can survive a cancer scare, the loss of her parents, the abandonment by her first love, and a messy divorce, she can handle anything.

Until Sully shows up.

Although she’s not interested in rekindling the love affair, she’s not above accepting Sully’s hands on the farm. What’s the worst that could happen? They get the farm out of the red and into the black? That’s her plan. They actually fall in love?  The past says it won’t work, so she’s not hedging her bets.

Too bad Sully’s not giving up this time.

Want a copy? You can get yours at Liquid Silver Books, Amazon or All Romance Ebooks!

First times with Wendi Zwaduk

I want to thank the folks here at Manic Readers for letting me blog today. I’m kind of nervous, but hey, the first time is always the hardest, right?

I thought for my topic for today I’d talk about first times. I’d  been rather snagged by an infomercial for music from the late 1950’s and very early 1960’s. My parents were the type that they had music on all the time—be it the radio, the record player, yes, I remember records, or they sang. There was quite a variety in the songs I heard.

So what does the first time have to do with this music infomercial? The songs are predominantly about young love, first love, first heartbreak and the like. I grew up listening to these songs and thought them to be moldy oldies.  I’m 32. They all came out way before I came about.

The theme of firsts and first times got me thinking. This is my first time blogging here at Manic Readers. If I were going to share a first with the readers, what would it be?

My first love.

When I was in the sixth grade, I wanted to grow up so much. I wanted to be like my aunt who was only 9 years older than me. She got to do all the cool things—drive, kiss boys, go to the football games… I grew up in a small town, so other than those things, there wasn’t much to do.

I happened to be rather bright for my age and I got to go to the big, scary middle school a year early. There was a boy I knew rather well as we’d grown up together.  Our moms were good friends. They liked us being friends. What happened next? Well, it wasn’t our mothers pushing us together. Nope. I developed a huge crush because he was older, by a year but at the tender age of 12, ‘going with’ someone who was 13 was big stuff. Then again, our definition of ‘going out’ was really just you wrote his name all over your folders, declared your undying love for said boy or girl and held hands at lunch.

Yeah, we totally lived on the edge.

So how did he become my first love? We had a church class together. Simple as that. We were both at the end of the alphabet and ended up sitting together a lot. Call it puppy love due to proximity, but yeah, we ended up ‘going out’. We held hands, I conned him into actually doing the work for the class, he showed off when they played football. Oh and he was my first kiss.

It seems so long ago and so simple. We were waiting for a parental unit to pick us up. We waited. Got bored. He kissed me. Was it magical? Honestly, I don’t remember. I do remember being shocked. He kissed me! And then as fast as it happened, it was over. We ‘went out’ for another few months, but then he discovered other girls and I just stuck to being shy—in school I was VERY shy. I’ve often wondered what would’ve happened if we had actually tried dating when we were older. I’d like to say it would’ve gone well. I have no idea.

Looking back, I’m glad my first kiss was with him. We’re still friends and I still think fondly on those times we spent together. I’ve learned to cherish little moments, like first kisses and I’d like to think I’ve worked them into my stories. I hope you think so, too. I’ll leave you with a snippet from my upcoming release, Somewhere I Belong. The characters in the book have a lot of resemblance to me and my first love.

Three is their magic number. Now they’ve got to decide if the magic is worth saving.

Razrs Edge packed stadiums, fuelled by the inner turmoil and passion of the three founding members. The lights aren’t as bright and the crowds cheer a little less now that the threesome has parted ways.

It’s time to bring the magic back.

Parkur’s not convinced the split is for good. They were meant to be three. But can he write the music to convince Juniper and Jacoby to give him a second chance? Juniper and Jacoby want the triad intact. Is the love they shared as three enough to erase the destruction in their collective past?

Contains two heroes hell bent on making sweet music with the woman of their dreams, the rediscovery of passion between three people, hot manlove and ménage action, a little spanking, some toy play, and some bondage…oh yes…

Savin’ Me

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