Wrapping Up and Moving On with @MeganSlayer #writing #thinking #debating ~ cross-posted

I’ve been thinking long and hard about what I wanted to write for this post. An end of the year wrap-up? Maybe a memorial for things lost this year? A plan for 2017? Lots comes to mind. 

In the last few days, a lot has happened. Christmas! Hanukkah! Let’s not forget those. The time of joy and giving. Watching the wonder on the faces of those who received a gift–be it an actual item or an act of generosity. I’ll cherish that. 

Now, I know. There has been some sadness. The passing of legends, almost legends and those we just plain love. Trust me. My heart breaks for them. I’ve loved Gene Wilder since the movie Willie Wonka scared the crap out of (I was convinced if I ate the chocolate, I’d end up in the TV, too…and yet I still ate the chocolate.) So many people. So many creative fires dying out. 

But there are always going to be new ones. New fires we don’t even realize are there. Maybe you and I are the fires of tomorrow. Who knows.

I’m sad about the closing of a few of my publishers, too. I don’t like to speak ill of the closed, but I can honestly say, I didn’t have bad feelings towards those who closed or even bad experiences. Would I like to have the endings gone differently? Sure. Who wouldn’t? But I can’t say the experiences weren’t without merit. Maybe that was me still eating that chocolate.

I saw the shuttering of a few businesses I never thought would (Borders, Fictionwise, ARe) and are now gone. Poof! Okay, so not all were lost in 2016, but you get the idea. This biz is nutsy. 

Back to the chocolate, but I’m not giving up on my love of writing. I don’t know if I’ll ever become that author who hits all of the lists and my book title is on the lips of every reader in the world. That doesn’t mean I won’t try. It doesn’t mean I won’t keep telling the stories I’ve been doing so for the last… golly, I’ve been writing since 2007 and published since 2009. I’m not one of the longer running authors in the biz, but that chocolate still sure tastes good. 

So what is my plan for the next year? To keep writing. I’ve got books in the pipeline with multiple houses and fun things planned for the year. I’m not quitting. Not by a long shot and not when I still love the chocolate. Maybe one day I will be shrunken and land on the TV. Maybe not. Either way, I’m still going to keep slogging it out with the boys from Cedarwood, the shifters in the Sanctuary, the Battle Scarred paranormals and my Seeing Me male models. Why not? I get to play with male models in the morning, argue with everyday guys in Cedarwood in the afternoon, then wrestle with lion shifters at night. Sounds like a good gig to me.

What about you? What are your plans for 2017? Anything special? You know where I’ll be. Writing, reading and enjoying the ride.

Want something to warm up your winter? Try Reconnecting Christmas! Male models, a little angst and a happy ending (you didn’t think I’d keep the happy ending to myself, did you? *G*)

Reconnecting Christmas 

By Megan Slayer
M/M, Contemporary, Holiday, Romance
Short Story
From MLR Press

Art by Winterheart Designs

Oliver McNamara knows exactly what he wants for the holidays–his boyfriend to come home. He wants a nice, romantic Christmas with the man he loves. Will he get his perfect present or a lump of coal on the big day?

If Bert gets his way, this will be a holiday Oliver never forgets. But…being a world famous model means Bert doesn’t always set his working hours and giving Oliver what he deserves could be impossible. Can he reconnect with the man he loves over the holidays?

Two hearts will always find a way to become one especially with a little Christmas cheer involved.

Available from MLR Press: http://www.mlrbooks.com/Bookstore.php?bookid=MSRECCHR
Available now from Amazon:  https://www.amazon.com/Reconnecting-Christmas-Seeing-Me-Book-ebook/dp/B01N1ST25O/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1483020198&sr=8-1&keywords=Reconnecting+Christmas+Megan+Slayer
Barnes and Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/reconnecting-christmas-megan-slayer/1125312220?ean=2940157606893
Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/reconnecting-christmas

Cross Posted from the Paranormal Romantics Blog: http://paranormalromantics.blogspot.com/2016/12/wrapping-up-and-moving-on-with.html

Have You Grabbed Your Copy of Paid in Full by @MeganSlayer #mmromance #mm #PNR #gay

The second edition of Paid in Full is out now. Have you grabbed your copy yet?

You know how people make deals with God? I made one with the Devil. For what you ask? A boyfriend. Little did I know, the Devil would not only take me up on the deal, but make it worth both our whiles — just not in the way I’d imagined. Turns out, nothing in my world is what it seemed.

http://changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=2000

Monday Morning Armchair Quarterback ~ Week 15

Wowie. Christmas was good, but Christmas Eve football wasn’t so much if you’re a Bengals fan. Geesh. We kept the Texans honest, but still. Blech. How about we move right on to something that’s comical, instead of depressing?

Yes, let’s move forward to the funnies.

There are Honorable Mentions from last week–like always–so…here we go…

“He gets blasted”.

But he loved it.

“From an awkward release.”

Well, we’re not all smooth like some.

Okay, time for the Quotes of the Week. These are a real rip. Always!

“Punished at the point of attack.”

But it was worth it. 

“Can’t get the ball out of your hand any quicker.” 

He had a hard time anticipating the orgasm.

“the man is completely focused.”

He doesn’t want to come all over again!

“Nothing wrong with that middle finger.”

It is rather nice when it’s used for play.

“Comes on a rush.”

 Better than in a rush, right?

And now for the Doozy of the Week. Oh my…

This one is all kinds of wrong. Just all kinds.

“takes it to him with a huge sack.”

Um… I’m not even sure how that’s possible and I don’t think I want to see it.

Thanks for reading and please check out the other posts from the rest of the week.

Enjoy!

Andy Dalton, #14, Quarterback for the Cincinnati Bengals

By Melissa Batson (Own work) [CC-BY-SA-3.0

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It’s coming! #OutofBoundSeries by @MeganSlayer

Love doesn’t always happen the way we want, but it’s always what we need.

The Griffons and the Dragons have a wild football rivalry…and not all of it’s on the field. Whether it’s realising love comes in any form and doesn’t have to play by the rules, or coming to grips with being true to yourself, these men are up to the challenge.

Can they play the game of love and win?

https://www.pride-publishing.com/series/out-of-bounds-series

Happy Christmas From @MeganSlayer and @WendiZwaduk

I love this old photo of the National Christmas Tree from 1923. I hope you do, too.

From my family to yours, Happy Christmas!!

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Happy Christmas Eve from @MeganSlayer and @WendiZwaduk

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Winter Blogfest with @meganslayer #lasr#winterblogfest

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There are prizes to be won!!! Yeah, today, too!!  Like? A swag bag with a handcuff necklace made by me!! Check it out!

Winter Blogfest with @wendizwaduk #lasr#winterblogfest

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Special Flakes with #MLRPress and @MeganSlayer ~ Revealing Me

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Revealing Me by Megan Slayer

M/M, Anal Sex, Short Story, Contemporary, Second Chance Romance

From MLR Press

 

Can a one-night stand lead to the love of a lifetime?

Kenley Kissinger knew from the moment he met Peter, he’d never be the same. The white hot memories of their fling imprinted themselves on his mind. He can’t get over the handsome blond man. But since their night together, he hasn’t heard from Peter. Do they have a future or should he quit while he’s ahead?

Peter Barnes hasn’t forgotten Kenley, but he’s got a few secrets he’s not ready to spill. With the help of a masquerade ball thrown for the neighborhood and one nosy neighbor, he’s out to get his man. Once the masks are off, he’s ready to bare his soul. Will Peter be able to convince Kenley to give him a second try or is this pairing destined to be just a fling?

Available at MLR Press: http://www.mlrbooks.com/Bookstore.php?bookid=MS_RVLME

EXCERPT:

©MeganSlayer, 2015, All Rights Reserved

Chapter One

Kenley Kissinger loved balls, but not this kind of ball. Fantasy gatherings with elaborate masks and groups of people together having fun-not awful, but not great for a guy who preferred to keep to himself.

He adjusted the mask over his eyes. He hated masks. Truth be told, he hated to have his face covered. He preferred honesty, but this damn ball wasn’t about honesty. It was a celebration, and no one gave a rat’s ass about his feelings.

He stepped into the Annex building and sucked in a long breath. His neighbor, Nadine, had rallied the neighborhood and conned everyone into holding a masquerade ball to celebrate the end of the summer. The kids were back in school and the floods that had ravaged the neighborhood over the summer were finally gone. The water levels for the Jeromesville Creek had reached record heights. But then the whole summer had been full of crazy weather and most people in Jeromesville, Ohio weren’t used to so much rain.

He turned his attention back to the dancers out on the street. He didn’t see how a party would make much difference, and boost morale after flooding, but whatever. He played along.

Maybe Peter would be there.

His breath clogged in his throat. He’d had a one-night stand with Peter two months ago, even called his cell phone a couple times afterwards, but Peter was always too busy to get together again.

In the course of one night, he’d fallen into lust with Peter Barnes. He had to be crazy. Peter wasn’t interested, but he kept thinking about the blond guy down the street. Why did Peter seem so sad? Why wasn’t he interested in getting together again? Why couldn’t Peter give him some sort of closure?

God only knew.

He and Peter hadn’t said anything about not wanting to share personal information. They seemed to be rather tight during the evening they’d shared, but then in the morning Peter disappeared. He wasn’t even sure what Peter did for a living.

He turned his attention back to the makeshift dance floor in the street. The DJ played 80’s dance music requiring everyone in the crowd to do the same steps. He’d never been good at those kinds of dances. His coordination didn’t work that way. He usually tripped over the person next to him or ended up five steps late on each move.

Leaning against the brick mailbox structure, he watched the dancers. A man with blond hair and a tailored suit danced along to the music. The black masquerade mask covered his eyes and forehead, but the rest of his face was up for viewing. When he smiled, a dimple deepened on his right cheek. Did he have scruff? Too hard to tell from so far away. He admired the build of the man’s body, strong like a bodybuilder… wider in the shoulders and narrow around the waist with long legs. He sighed and bit back a grin. He liked men with long legs.

Peter had long legs and a dimple. He shivered. The memory of Peter’s kiss lingered in Kenley’s mind. He wanted to feel that desire again, and wanted to be loved.

 

#NewRelease ~ Reconnecting Christmas by @MeganSlayer #mmromance

Reconnecting Christmas 

By Megan Slayer

M/M, Contemporary, Holiday, Romance

Short Story

From MLR Press
Oliver McNamara knows exactly what he wants for the holidays—his boyfriend to come home. He wants a nice, romantic Christmas with the man he loves. Will he get his perfect present or a lump of coal on the big day?

If Bert gets his way, this will be a holiday Oliver never forgets. But…being a world famous model means Bert doesn’t always set his working hours and giving Oliver what he deserves could be impossible. Can he reconnect with the man he loves over the holidays?

Two hearts will always find a way to become one especially with a little Christmas cheer involved.

 

 

Available from MLR Press: http://www.mlrbooks.com/Bookstore.php?bookid=MSRECCHR

Available now from AllRomance Ebooks: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-reconnectingchristmas-2190394-149.html

 

Excerpt: ©Megan Slayer 2016, All Rights Reserved

 

Bert swatted Oliver’s rump hard. The sound echoed in the room. “I can’t wait to bury myself in it.”

“Then stop talking and do it.” He loved to tease Bert in bed. Besides, he couldn’t wait, either.

“I will.” Bet climbed onto the bed behind Oliver and straddled Oliver’s legs. He rained kisses all over Oliver’s back. Soft, sweet kisses that turned into nips and bites.

Oliver shivered and almost said, no marks, but this was a dream. Who gave a fuck if Bert left a hickey on his skin? He wanted proof he belonged to Bert and wanted that proof all over his body.

Bert stretched out along Oliver’s back and spoke in Oliver’s ear. “Ready?”

“Uh-huh. Beyond ready.” Oliver panted and tried his best to relax. Having Bert inside of him brought every sense to life and made every nerve ending tingle.

Bert slid one of his fingers between Oliver’s ass cheeks. Fire licked Oliver from within. He breathed in the scent of Bert’s cologne and savored the sound of his lover’s voice.

Passion for Bert bubbled within his heart. He needed this more than he needed his next breath.

“You’ll get it all at Gerry’s Outlet Mall,” a voice sang.

What the hell? Who said that? When Oliver glanced over his shoulder, Bert wasn’t there. The pressure on his backside had dissipated.

“Bert?” He whipped over and sat up on the bed. “Bert?” Where was his lover?

No answer. No sign Bert had even been there. No clothes on the floor or closet doors open. Nothing. He was just there…

“The finest in gold watches and silver chain…only at Gerry’s,” the voice said again. This time Oliver noticed the music.

Oliver opened his eyes. He recognized the voice—the announcer on the radio. He scrubbed both hands over his face. When he’d set his phone alarm, he must’ve also set the clock radio one without thinking about it. He swatted the clock beside the bed and groaned. So much for the dream.

He stared at the ceiling and sighed. Bert might not be there right now, but he’d be home that night. Maybe he could convince Bert to leave the party early so they could have more private time together. If things worked out, he’d be able to experience what he’d dreamed of in person. He chuckled. The perfect end to the dream was both of them coming. He could do that. Once Bert got home, he’d give his lover the best Christmas present ever—a white-hot orgasm.