Writing What You Love with @MeganSlayer #vampires #gayromance #eroticromance #gay From the Paranormal Romantics Blog

I am part of a book club, well 2, and for one of them we have to read the book the group selects. I don’t mind. These tend to be books I wouldn’t have read otherwise. So I’d finished the book selected for this month and was returning it to the library. I told the librarian that I’d returned it, so when she saw it in the return…that’s why. She asked me what I thought about the book. It wasn’t my favorite story. It wasn’t. I had some issues with the way the author wrote the true crime story. He focused more on his thoughts and his insertion into the story, while trying to claim it was a true crime kind of tale. If he’d said it was a work of fiction, then he was spot on, but by calling it true crime…well, I disagreed.

Here’s the thing, the librarian then said to me, well you have to write what you know. He must feel that close to the story.

She’s right. He must’ve felt that close to the story. To be honest, the crime he wrote about hit me hard, too. But I’m not a crime writer. I get too antsy during mystery books and want to disclose whodunit immediately. I guess it’s part of my short attention span. But what she said got me to thinking. Write what I know? Or write what my imagination and the characters dictate?

I tend to write what I want based on what the characters tell me to do. Really. I tried to write more than a few times to what I knew. It’s only worked when my characters share some of my experiences. Okay, so I don’t personally know any vampires and I haven’t chatted up a zombie, but that’s my imagination. I don’t know if I wrote a story that focused just on my personal experience, if it would be a good story. I don’t know. I guess it would be more of an autobiography than a work of fiction. Although I suppose the book would be a mix of both. My memories aren’t photographic. For all I know, I’d probably embellish–not to make the tale better, but because that’s how I’d remembered it.

But I haven’t written that story about my experiences. I’ve written about vampires, zombies, shifters, romance, love and people finding second chances. It’s been fantastic. I love it. I’ve written with my friends and written alone. I can’t wait to get my next book out there. I hope you all enjoy them. 🙂

Here’s a little bit about my upcoming story, Biting Love. It’s part of the series I wrote as a crossover to Madison Sevier’s Rosie Peaks series. Check it out!!

Biting Love By Megan Slayer A Rosie Peaks Crossover Novellacover early 12345
Megan Slayer Publications
M/M, Anal Sex
Vampires
Contemporary, Paranormal

Mix one vampire with one human who doesn’t believe in the paranormal and add some sizzle.
Anson wasn’t looking for a partner when he spotted the handsome human, but he’s not about to argue when the mood strikes. He’s got to bring a date to the Halloween bash and Parker fits his bill exactly. Now all he needs to do is convince Parker that vampires truly exist.
Parker is practical, intelligent and a little on the geeky side. He can’t believe his eyes—a handsome man has not only hit on him, but asked him out…to a masquerade ball. He doesn’t believe in vampires, but Anson wears his Dracula costume a bit too well.
Can these two find love and trust after all or will the sparks only last until the dawn?

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This post is also up at the Paranormal Romantics Blog:  https://paranormalromantics.blogspot.com/2017/09/writing-what-you-love-with-meganslayer.html

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Book Review ~ Amy: My Search for Her Killer: Secrets & Suspects in the Unsolved Murder of Amy Mihaljevic #bookreview

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“I fell in love with Amy Mihaljevic not long before her body was discovered lying facedown in an Ashland County wheat field. I fell for her the first time I saw that school photo TV stations flashed at the beginning of every newscast in the weeks following her kidnapping in the autumn of 1989―the photo with the side-saddle ponytail . . .”

So begins this strange and compelling memoir in which a young journalist investigates the cold case that has haunted him since childhood.

It’s one of Northeast Ohio’s most frustrating unsolved crimes. Ten-year-old Amy Mihaljevic (Muh-ha-luh-vick) disappeared from the comfortable Cleveland suburb of Bay Village. Thousands of volunteers, police officers, and FBI agents searched for the girl, who was tragically found dead a few months later. Her killer was never found.

Fifteen years later, journalist James Renner picks up the leads. Filled with mysterious riddles, incredible coincidences, and a cast of odd but very real characters, his investigation quickly becomes a riveting journey in search of the truth.

Interesting and sad.

I’m reading this book for my local book club. Would I have picked it up on my own? Not sure. I remember quite clearly when this case happened. I remember my mother freaking out that I – or any of my friends – might be the next kid taken. Sadly, kids are taken all the time. I remember when she was found and how my mother cried. Now that I have a tot, I can identify with my mother’s reaction.

This book though, is like reading a diary. The author isn’t detailing the case, in so much as he’s recalling his reactions to what happened, his path to writing the initial story for the Cleveland paper and eventually the book deal.

In some instances, I got a little spooked. I know the area where she was taken and where she was found. It hit a little too close to home for me. There were moments in the book that the author talks about his life and I recall what I was doing around those times. But the thing that struck me the most about this book is the author certainly got too close to the subject. I know, how can one get close to a deceased person? Let’s just say there were more than a few times when it seemed like he was more interested in getting with the fictionalized version of the girl that he’d created in his mind, than anything else.

I get it. If you were a kid around that time, the whole thing was scary. I learned from the example. Don’t go anywhere without telling anyone and don’t go off with anyone you don’t know. Renner hits that point home often in this book. While it’s a quick read, I had to go in with the mindset that he’s writing more from his own perspective than that of an omniscient observer.  I don’t know how being possibly hit on by one of the girl’s friends had much to do with solving the murder. Honestly, that moment felt like an aside that didn’t need to be in the book. But the murder did affect his life and that of the people who knew the girl. Sadness affects everyone differently and if this was his way to cope, then so be it.

If you like crime stories and are willing to get past the personalized ares in some of the book, then this might be the read for you.

Cover Reveal ~ Bound by Desire by @WendiZwaduk #mfromance #BDSM #romance #erotic #Coverart #spanking

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Coming in 2019!!

Stella wants her groove back after her divorce, but she never figured a younger man would be the answer to her prayer. He’s determined to do more than bind her wrists. He wants her heart, too.

Stella Barnes isn’t looking for love. She’s convinced it’s not in her cards. The guys she’s met seem to want her money and greeting card business. When her sister throws a freedom party at the local dance club, Stella meets a man who makes her think twice about giving up on love. Can the young buck command her body and soul in the sensual ways she needs or will her desire to be spanked send him packing?

Wes Chase has known he wanted Stella since the moment he saw her–at the club and two years before when she was still with her husband. Her plan to use him for her date to attend her ex-husband’s second wedding makes him cringe. He’d rather be with her out of love and kinky devotion, not as a dodge. Will he convince her they belong together and he can set her spirit free or will her fear keep them apart?

Contains scenes of BDSM Play, toys, anal sex, spanking and bondage

Tuesday Tease ~ My Favorite Mistake by @WendiZwaduk #mfromance #contemp #erotic #friendstolovers #secondchances

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From Totally Bound

Full Length Novel

Contemporary, M/F, Erotic

She’s always known who she wanted. Now she’s needs to find the strength to make him see they’re more than a mistake.

Molly Neff creates promotional art for companies with confidence and her working partner is sex on legs. Austin Dean is sexy, smart and everything she’s wanted in a man since the moment they met. They’ve slept together a couple of times, but things haven’t worked out between them. When another woman enters the picture, can Molly convince Austin they belong together or will the relationship end up scrapped for a better idea?

As much as he likes working with Molly, Austin wants more out of life than creating advertising campaigns for others. He wants to be the star. Molly has always been his good luck charm—with her brains and charm, she helps him make his dream come true. But his starring role comes with complications. He’s always sort of known he loved Molly, but another woman wants his attention. Will he choose Molly and a simple life with her or the bright lights of fame?

Available in February from Totally Bound:

https://www.totallybound.com/book/my-favorite-mistake

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Now for that Tease!

©Wendi Zwaduk, 2017, All Rights Reserved

“I don’t know,” Austin called. “I think we need a couple of selfie ones.”

She froze. Selfie ones. Yeah, a personal shot would be good. She handed her phone to him without looking back at him. “Go for it.”

“Thank you.”

She didn’t bother to watch. She’d seen him photograph himself plenty of times. He always managed to take the best shots and never had his hair out of place or his eyes funny. When she tried to take selfies, she looked ridiculous.

“I did a couple.” Austin eased up beside her and draped his arm around her shoulders. “Smile.”

When she glanced up, he snapped a photo.

“Why did you do that?” she asked and reached for the phone.

“Because you’re adorable.” He kissed her temple and took another picture. “And I love to irritate you.” He kept her phone and strolled away from her. “Aura is going to love what you’re doing. They’re lucky we’re doing this.”

“Correction. They asked specifically for you. I got to do this because they had to take me.” She tucked the notebook back in her bag and slid the memory card from her camera. “Want me to take off? You’ve probably got a girlfriend dying to spend the night with you.”

Austin groaned and took the memory card from her hands. He led her across the room to the bed and tugged her down beside him. “You make me sound like I can’t keep my dick in my pants.”

She shrugged, not wanting to argue with him. Austin liked to date and loved to tell her about his dates. “You like all the girls you’re with, then you sleep with them and the relationship falls apart. I don’t know if the shine is gone or your attention span is that small, but you can’t commit.”

“You sound like Serena.”

“I’ve been witness to almost all of your relationships since college.” She stood, but he tugged her back onto the bed. “Austin, stop playing with my head, okay?”

“No.” He grabbed the remote and switched on the television. “How can I stop playing with your head? I invited you to stay the night with me in a hotel room. I never said we had to fuck or that I expected something from you. The idea of the photos was your idea—a great one at that—but I’m just going along. Relax and let me give you a great night.”

She scrubbed both hands over her face again and sighed. Being alone with him wasn’t an awful idea. She’d fallen hard for Austin so many times. At least this time she had photos for later. When he moved on and found the woman of his dreams, she’d have a reminder of the man who owned her heart.

“Well?” He met her gaze and grinned. “What do you think?”

“Sure.” What else did she have to lose?

 

Monday Morning Armchair Quarterback, Regular Season, Week 3 #football @meganslayer

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I started this blog feature because I love the sport of football. I started it because of the funny things the announcers said. Much of what they say is pure drivel, but some of it is fodder for comedy.  Taking things up the middle, tight ends in a row…shoving it in. Those can be the start of funny lines and stories. I love to laugh. I love to watch football.

When I was a kid, I didn’t have much choice. Sundays were for football. Saturdays were for college football. No questions. We watched even if we didn’t want to. Why? Because that’s what my grandfather loved. Even if his team wasn’t winning, we watched. I knew when we went to his house on Sunday, there wouldn’t be any cartoons on. No kid shows or even non sports shows. Just football. During the summer, it was baseball.

At home with my folks, the same rules applied. Football in the winter and baseball in the summer. I grew up in a house divided. Mom and brother were Cleveland fans in baseball and football and father and I loved Cincinnati. There were infamous moments such as the Cleveland-Denver game that kept Cleveland from the AFC Championship (aka The Drive) or the Super Bowl in which the Bengals managed to lose to the 49ers (in our house it was known as the boot game because a work boot was thrown in anger after the loss). We lived and survived the relocation of the Browns to Baltimore and the perpetual rebuild of the 1999 replacement Browns team. It’s been tough.

I feel closer to my grandfather when I watch football. Why? Because he loved the sport so. It’s tough for me this year because he’s no longer here. I can’t put my feet up and listen to him argue with the refs or give coaching advice that the players will never hear.

I’d love to find humor in the sport of football right now. I really would. I’d love to be able to ignore what’s going on and focus on the game. But I can’t. I’m struggling. I don’t want these guys playing the game I love coming down with brain injuries. That’s terrible. But there’s a catch-22. No hard hits means no brain injury, but if they don’t tackle, then what’s the point of playing the game? Should we rename it touch football? Flag football? Get rid of the sport entirely?

I’m not seeing a whole lot of funny in the sport these days.  Not because my team isn’t playing well. That happens. Good playing comes in waves. Some years are great. Others aren’t. Players move on. Players get hurt. Some lose their touch. Others come on like wildfire. Others just have a spark that burns out too quickly. Some groups mesh while others can’t find the magic. Some coaches and staff inspire. Some divide. Sports dynasties rise and they fall. Like I said, that all happens. But the state of the sport scares me. I want to watch the game. I want to be entertained. I want to see grit, determination and spunk. Sometimes it feels like that grit and determination have disappeared in favor of other things.

Do I have answers about what’s going on? I have thoughts, but I won’t express them here. Maybe next week I’ll feel differently and will be able to post about the funnies from the game. I’ve got a whole notebook filled with three years of silly quotes. So many games and so many silly things said.

I bleed red and white for my Reds and orange and black for my Bengals, but right now I don’t see anything funny. Maybe soon. I hope soon. I love my sports. I hope they love me, too.

 

 

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Andy Dalton, #14, Quarterback for the Cincinnati Bengals
By Melissa Batson (Own work) [CC-BY-SA-3.0

Friday Flirt ~ Biting Love by @MeganSlayer #vampires #Gayromance #fridayflirt #excerpt

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Biting Love By Megan Slayecover early 12345

A Rosie Peaks Crossover Novella

Megan Slayer Publications

M/M, Anal Sex

Vampires

Contemporary, Paranormal

 

Mix one vampire with one human who doesn’t believe in the paranormal and add some sizzle.

Anson wasn’t looking for a partner when he spotted the handsome human, but he’s not about to argue when the mood strikes. He’s got to bring a date to the Halloween bash and Parker fits his bill exactly. Now all he needs to do is convince Parker that vampires truly exist.

Parker is practical, intelligent and a little on the geeky side. He can’t believe his eyes—a handsome man has not only hit on him, but asked him out…to a masquerade ball. He doesn’t believe in vampires, but Anson wears his Dracula costume a bit too well.

Can these two find love and trust after all or will the sparks only last until the dawn?

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Now for the flirt: ©2017 Megan Slayer, All Rights Reserved

Anson didn’t pull away. He kept caressing Parker’s biceps.

“Unless I can find a sugar daddy or get some cash flowing from my writing, I’ll have to get a part time job over at the burger joint across from the student center. It’s not a bad job, but I’d rather be writing.” He smiled to hide how he felt—embarrassed, dejected, screwed over. He had to get more positivity into his life, but damn it. Life kept throwing him curveballs.

“You never told me what you write.” Anson wriggled his eyebrows. “Anything juicy?”

“No.” Here he wanted to be a writer and he hadn’t self-promoted. Bad Parker. “Science fiction with a little paranormal mixed in. It really depends on the day and my mood. I’ve got one about aliens invading the earth and this one is more paranormal.”

“Really?” Anson smiled.

Parker couldn’t read his expression. “You don’t like it? Too out there for you?”

“No, I’m fascinated.”

“You are?”

Book Review ~ A Man Called Ove by Fredrik Backman #bookreview #review

5151jMdx7TL._SX319_BO1,204,203,200_Meet Ove. He’s a curmudgeon—the kind of man who points at people he dislikes as if they were burglars caught outside his bedroom window. He has staunch principles, strict routines, and a short fuse. People call him “the bitter neighbor from hell.” But must Ove be bitter just because he doesn’t walk around with a smile plastered to his face all the time?

Behind the cranky exterior there is a story and a sadness. So when one November morning a chatty young couple with two chatty young daughters move in next door and accidentally flatten Ove’s mailbox, it is the lead-in to a comical and heartwarming tale of unkempt cats, unexpected friendship, and the ancient art of backing up a U-Haul. All of which will change one cranky old man and a local residents’ association to their very foundations.

Initially, I wasn’t fond of this book. I’ll admit it. Ove got on my nerves. I am not the very factual, very direct kind of person that Ove is. I have grey areas. He doesn’t. Honestly, two-thirds of the way through the book, I still wasn’t converted. I didn’t see the point. I kept expecting something nasty to happen to ‘cat’, too.

But then about the two-thirds point, the book changed. Okay, maybe the book didn’t change, but my perception, did. I got to see the man, Ove, become more than he was. I understood him better and quite honestly, I rooted for him. I liked his interactions with the neighbors and ‘cat’. There was a sweet man under that curmudgeon facade. I won’t give away the ending, but I did cry. I felt like I’d known Ove all along.

If you want a book that might take some getting used to and some endurance to get through (you’ll be rewarded), then this might be the book for you. I’m glad I picked it up.