Monday, June 5, 2017

Mature Content by Megan Erickson and Santino Hassell ~ Exclusive Excerpt

Mature Content
By Megan Erickson and Santino Hassell
Cyberlove Series
Book 4

My life plan is to be brutally honest all the way to the bank. Don't believe me? I run a popular YouTube channel called TrashyZane, and my claim to fame is oversharing about every aspect of my personal life. Sometimes while tipsy. Not everyone loves my style, but I have a long history of icing out people who can't handle me. I have no time for judgmental foolishness.

Except, apparently, when it comes to Beau Starr. His channel is the polar opposite of mine, and so is he. Wholesome, inspirational, and clean-cut. Everything about him should turn me off, but when we hook up following a confrontation at a convention, my world flips upside down. Not only does Beau Starr turn me on, he uses the exact combination of dirty talk and roughness needed to turn me out.

But we still hate each other. I think.


“I'll show you there’s a reason I don’t blast my sex life all over YouTube.”

“I think you’ve had guys turn you out and make you drool, but I don’t think you’ve ever had the kind of sex that you don’t even want to talk about, because you’re scared it was all a dream.”

He tasted like alcohol, pop rocks, and bad decisions.

There was a part of me, a large part, that wanted him to fuck me until I sobbed. Trouble was… I absolutely despised him. And I'd hate myself after.

Beau's roughness with his blatant need combined into a call I couldn't help but answer,

“You couldn't turn me out even if I drew you a diagram."

"He fucked me so good I almost forgot I hated him,"

What would it be like to kiss Zane without the hang-up of sex? Just a press of the lips, a brief taste. Did he kiss slow? Fast?

Zane: :D Aw Beau baby, you really do have a heart behind all those Crest White Strips. (TEXT EXCHANGE)

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My insides had gone molten as soon as he’d yanked my hair, but I was very close to trembling as he kissed me with the type of hunger that didn’t allow me to come up for air. It was good, but when he sucked my tongue into his mouth, I knew it had to end.
I ripped away from him, forcing out another short laugh. “You taste like Red Bull and vodka. Not my type of drink. Not surprising since you’re not my type of fu—”
Beau slammed me against the wall with another violent kiss, then dropped his hands to slide down my ass. I thought he would grope me—every boy I hooked up with liked feeling on the butt I spent so many hours working into a bubble—but not Beau. No, he lifted me up in one effortless motion so that my back was to the wall with my thighs wrapped around his waist.
A surprised gasp dripped from my mouth, breaching our kiss. He took the opportunity to turn around, still holding me, and throw me down on the bed so hard I bounced. There was something about this version of Beau Starr—the forceful, no-nonsense, sex-driven version—that made my dick throb. I reached down to grip it through my denim shorts, but the pressure was short lived.
Beau shoved my hand away. “Take your clothes off.”
My stomach did a backflip, my heart speeding faster, but all I did was smirk. “You’re the one with something to prove, aren’t you? Maybe you should go first.”
“Maybe you should do what I said,” he said, voice low and thick, as he stood between my spread legs. “Because that cock is hard enough to make it clear you want this.”
God, I hated the smug bastard. But he. Was. Not. Wrong.


Santino Hassell was raised by a conservative family, but he was anything but traditional. He grew up to be a smart-mouthed, school cutting grunge kid, then a transient twenty-something, and eventually transformed into an unlikely romance author.

Santino writes queer romance that is heavily influenced by the gritty, urban landscape of New York City, his belief that human relationships are complex and flawed, and his own life experiences.


Megan Erickson is a USA Today bestselling author of romance that sizzles. Her books have a touch of nerd, a dash of humor, and always have a happily ever after. A former journalist, she switched to fiction when she decided she likes writing her own endings better.

She lives in Pennsylvania with her very own nerdy husband and two kids. Although rather fun-sized, she's been told she has a full-sized personality. When Megan isn't writing, she's either lounging with her two cats named after John Hughes characters or... thinking about writing.

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