Friday, October 31, 2014

Wendi Zwaduk contest

My Favorite Creature to Read About At Halloween...

I'm a vampire girl. I'll admit that straight out. I like the fangs and the scariness of the characters. I'm not big on sparkly vampires or super lovey-dovey vampires. Does that sound mean? Maybe a little. I like my vampires to be on the edge of sexy and scary. I want that potential for him or her to want to rip into someone. He or she has a heart for the person they are with, but there is that element of danger, always. 

Who are some of my favorite cinematic vampires? Dracula, Nosferatu and the vampires from The Lost Boys. Those were some scary fangers. 

And here's the attribution for the picture: By Ceskino (Own work) [GFDL ( or CC-BY-SA-3.0-2.5-2.0-1.0 (], via Wikimedia Commons )

Here's a little bit about one of my vampire novellas, Until the Night: 

Until the Night 
Contemporary, Paranormal
M/F, M/F/M, M/M/F/M, M/M, Menage, Anal Sex
Totally Bound

Having a mate can be a pain. Having three…now that's unheard of…

Gypsy volunteered to become a vampire, but she had no idea just what she'd agreed to do. As a human, she'd had her pick of willing males to warm her bed. As a creature of the night, she's striking out.

Until she meets Kendall. He knows what she is and doesn't care. He's loved her since he met her, but he had no idea just how complicated her life truly was. Her protectors refuse to leave her side. But what if he wants them on his side, too?

Allan and Todd are mates, plain and simple. Gypsy is in their charge. Period. Until they start to see her not as a problem, but a sexy solution complete with an adorable human thrown in for fun.

Can they come together as a foursome or will they destroy everything they've built in the name of passion?

Reader Advisory: This book contains scenes of mm sex, anal play, ménages of the mmf, mfm, and mmfm persuasions, as well as lots of biting and spanking. They're having one hell of a party.

Available at

And now for that spooky excerpt!

 ©Wendi Zwaduk, 2013, all rights reserved.
Kendall cupped her jaw in both hands. Hunger shone amongst the green and blue flecks in his eyes. He worked the muscle in his jaw and the light caught the subtle colour changes of brown and gold in the scruff on his cheeks. She gulped to catch the breath she didn’t need. No heartbeat anymore meant that oxygen didn’t help her body like it had when she’d been alive.
God, she wanted to be amongst the living and for things to be normal again.
“Would you rather I be blunt?” He kissed the tip of her nose. “I want you. I don’t care if you’re a vampire or if you have those two guys who hang out over here. You infiltrate my thoughts and make me think about you when you’re not in the same room.”
“Me?” Embarrassment gripped her. Back when she’d been alive, she wouldn’t have doubted a man’s attraction to her. She’d have known it and have run with the feeling of being desired. Since dying, she’d lost her confidence. Men looked at her, sure, but not in the same way.
“Yes, you.” His pupils dilated and Kendall rested his forehead on hers. “I don’t see a vampire. I see a sexy woman that I want to make my own.”
Gypsy closed her eyes and melted into his touch as his mouth met hers. He swept his tongue over the seam of her lips and she opened to him. She suckled on him. Heat burned through her veins and she ground her hips against his thigh.
He curled one arm around her shoulders while the other arm snaked around her waist. Kendall lifted her from the floor. She wrapped her legs around his waist, not bothering to break the kiss.
Mint, he tasted like mint. She broke the connection to keep from scratching him with her teeth. Hunger pangs racked her body. Just one tiny cut, just enough to sate her appetite…
Kendall carried her into her bedroom and collapsed onto the bed with her on top. Gypsy closed her mouth to keep from displaying her fangs. She whimpered.
“You need to bite me, don’t you?”
She shook her head. Taking his blood would enhance sex, yes, but she didn’t need to. She raked her nails down his chest, taking extra time to flick his nipples.
“Feels good.” He arched beneath her. “Touch me.”
Gypsy grabbed the hem of his T-shirt and pulled. Instead of moving the shirt up his chest, she tore it in half. The sound of tearing fabric split the air, followed by his laughter.
“Never had that happen during foreplay.” Kendall sat up with her still on his lap, and removed the torn clothing. “Your turn.” He eased her sloppy shirt up over her head.
Gypsy covered her breasts with her arms. A wave of humility swept over her. Would she make him happy? What a time to second guess herself…
“Show me, babe.” Kendall tugged her hands away, putting her on display. He palmed her breasts. The warmth of his touch filled her soul.
She moaned and leaned into him. Things made so much sense and none at all. Gypsy shook off the apprehension. She needed to feel, to be wanted and to hear a heartbeat.
Her nerve endings sizzled as he flattened his tongue over her nipple. He scraped his teeth over the engorged flesh and bit. Sparks shot from her breast to her pussy. Gypsy dug her nails into his shoulders. Holy hell, he knew how to use his tongue. Kendall gave her other nipple the same treatment. She shuddered in his arms.
The sweet scent of flowers swirled around them. Her fangs dropped and a voice whispered in her ear.

And here's little about me:
I’ve 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 love playing with words and letting the characters run wild.
NASCAR, Ohio farmland, dirt racing, animals and second chance romance  all feature prominently in my books.  I also write under the pen name of Megan Slayer. I’m published with Total-E-Bound, Resplendence Publishing, Changeling Press, Liquid Silver Books, Turquoise Morning Press, Decadent Publishing and Ellora’s Cave. Come join me for this fantastic journey!  
If you like my work, tell your friends and email me. I love hearing from readers!
Email: theauthorwendizwaduk (AT) gmail (DOT) com
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If you were trapped on an deserted island you receive a box....what do you hope is in the box?


Olivia Black said...

I guess it would depend on how big the box was. ;) If I was stranded on a deserted island, I would hope it's food, water, and companionship (preferably in the form of a HOT guy).

Olivia Black

Jess Buffett said...

A satellite phone...or a sexy man because if I'm not making it off that island, I at least want to spend my last minutes enjoying myself. lol


Debby said...

I think I would like a good and something to communicate with.
debby236 at gmail dot com

Leanna Craig said...

An iPod that never needs charging! I'd be lost without music...

Tina brunelle said...

The Tardis cause it's bigger on the inside.

Tina brunelle said...

Jess Buffett you are the winner!!