Well…this hasn’t been the best of weeks for my team. Not good. The game…wasn’t good. But there will be another. Always is until the end of the season.
Let’s launch right into the Honorable Mentions because it’s time to laugh:
“Squatted on that route.”
“Gonna go over your head.”
Better than in your eye.
“When he goes to the left side, he goes into the slot.”
I assume that’s where he wants it to go.
“A lot of leg on it.”
And they’ll feel it in the morning.
Now for the Quotes from Week 8. Sometimes…yeah, just think before you speak. This is live TV.
“Rips it out.”
Better than leaving it in too long.
“Got good penetration.”
Yet, he ripped it out. Hmm.
“Explosion to the second level.”
Now he’s working for level three and a high score.
“Just barely fits in there.”
Because he’s trying to fit it in there.
“Backs continue to mount.”
Orgy! Orgy! Orgy!
“Undersized in the middle.”
But no one’s complaining.
Now for the Doozy of the Week. There is always one quote that just…blows the mind. This one is a real ringer.
“Tamp him on the butt and say let’s go do it here again.”
At least they have a plan.
~ ~ ~
- Gruden’s Man Crush? Clowney and his big body. Get a room.
- Why do the announcers only talk about the Steelers? There are more teams than just that one. They’re having issues and aren’t number one over all… find someone else for a change.
**Here’s to a good season, less CTE, more great plays and lots of fun! My Bengals are starting to look better. Whew. Oh, and WHO DEY!**
Halloween is sort of a bittersweet time of year for me. It’s the changing of the season. The leaves are starting to fall, the temps are cooler and I can break out the comforter again. It’s when the decorations start coming out and everything looks festive…if not a little creepy. I love it.
I’m a cool weather kid. Not COLD weather, but cool. I like when I can snuggle up. I’d rather be chilled than sweating any day.
But this time of year is bittersweet, like I said. The sports season my family takes part in, cross country, is mainly over by Halloween. The weather is a tad too chilly for running, although they still do get out there. But it’s the end of the season. Another year done. One year closer to when I don’t have an athlete in the house. Boo.
Then there’s the change in attitude. We used to carve pumpkins and trick or treat. Pumpkin carving should still take place, but I’m the one usually doing it. No one else wants to handle the muck. Ha ha. But the trick or treating… I never thought there was a time when you were too old to T-or-T. As long as you’re not causing trouble and you’re having fun… I don’t see an issue. But there are rules restricting the age of some T-or-T-ers around where I live. So my family doesn’t T-orT any longer. Nope. I buy a chunk of fudge, usually peanut butter fudge for the manchildren to devour and maybe a box of chocolate covered strawberries for me and that’s it. Kind of sad. No candy to last forever. No candy-fest the night of Halloween.
So what do we do instead? A Halloween run, of course. I’m not much of a runner. My knees can’t handle it. I used to dance in high school and one too many connections with the concrete floor did more damage than I’d like to admit. But I try to run. I get out there. My family, though, they are the runners.
Instead of a big bag of candy, they’ll get yet another drawstring bag, but also the thrill of accomplishing a run. The thrill of making great time and having fun while sweating in costume. I’ll be there, dressed as Wendy from Peter Pan and cheering. Why not? It’ll be a good time.
But that’s why this season is bittersweet. We’ve gone from costumes and T-or-T to running. The scare factor is still there, but it’s also included with thumping shoes and getting up at the butt crack of dawn to hustle. Could be worse. Could be no Halloween at my house at all. I’m okay with the change. I’m getting used to it. We’ll watch scary movies, a few not so scary ones and the Garfield Halloween Special. I’ll do their makeup for the run and we’ll do a lot of laughing. It’ll be worth it.
Besides, I still have my black cat decorations all over and my scary vampire obsession. Speaking of vampires…
Megan Slayer Publications
M/M, Anal Sex
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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Christmas in Cedarwood by Megan Slayer
with Bonus Story ~ Single in Springdale
A Single Father Society novella
from Loose Id Publishing
Contemporary, Holiday, M/M, Anal Sex, masturbation, May/December Romance
Available in December
Christmas in Cedarwood
Two men, one kid, and the frayed nerves that come with the holidays… Can they make it through to Christmas without a blow-up?
Colt Harrison knew when he met Ashley Willis that he’d found the one man for him. He loves Ashley’s son, Wyatt, as if he were his own. But the stress of living together, compounded with buying a home and adopting pets, has worn him down…not to mention the aggravation that comes with the diner he owns. He wants to make Christmas special for his family, but how can they have a great holiday when Colt’s never home?
Ashley’s got a two-week vacation from his job at the elementary school teaching art. All he wants is time with Colt and Wyatt. He loves Colt, but not the long hours spent at the diner, especially around the holidays. Can he be honest about what he wants from Colt and keep the man he loves?
Anything is possible if they embrace the magic of Christmas.
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Single in Springdale
Can two lonely hearts find their way to each other despite the odds?
Dr. Isaac McLean knows he’s not supposed to lust after a patient, but there’s something about Len Connor that he can’t forget. His laugh? His strong will? His sexy body. But will Len want to be with his former doctor?
Len Connor wasn’t looking to get back into the dating scene, but a chance meeting with Isaac at the animal shelter has him thinking otherwise. Isaac is sweet, funny and oh, so handsome. But he’s also at least twenty years younger than Len. Will this cougar get his cub and have a happy ending? Or will the relationship fall apart before it gets started?
Wild Card by Megan Slayer
A What’s His Passion Novel
From Pride Publishing
M/M, Anal Sex, Multiple Partners, Voyeurism
Contemporary Erotic Gay Romance
Following his heart and passion will be his biggest role of all.
Kris Hunter wants out. He’s done pornographic films for the last six years. The pay’s been good, but his creativity is nearly dead. His passion is to act and to be a star on the big screen in mainstream films. When he auditions for famed casting director, Zayn Mason, he’s convinced he’s on the right path. He doesn’t want to take the casting couch route to success, but he certainly wants Zayn in his bed. Can he follow his dreams and the man he desires or will forces beyond his control derail his progress?
Zayn Mason sees the potential in Kris. As a casting director, he looks for the right actor to fill the roles in movies. He’s seen plenty of talent come and go, but no one stirs his soul both creatively and physically like Kris. But Zayn knows the pitfalls of the movie industry. Crossing over from porn isn’t easy and Hollywood isn’t always forgiving. Besides, he’s got demons of his own. Can these men get beyond their pasts and find a future together under the bright lights of the silver screen?
Reader Advisory: This book contains scenes of voyeurism and intimacy with multiple partners.
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Now for the Friday Flirt!
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Just a few more movies and he’d be done. Kris Hunter curled the pages of the script in both hands. A dull ache started behind his eyes. He’d become popular in the adult film industry but desperately wanted to get out. Starring in porn paid the bills, but didn’t soothe his primal need to create. Shouting ‘take that cock up your ass now’ got old after a while.
He raked his fingers through his hair and read through his lines again. There wasn’t much to the script. A few lines about getting to know his playmate, then naked time. God. He’d been asked to star in another first experience flick. He should’ve known better.
If he wanted to get out of the business, he’d have to star in a few more films and bank up the rest of the money he needed. Time to get his head into the game.
“It’s your first time? A sexy man like you? Can’t be.”
Kris nodded. He needed to get into the headspace of a guy who wanted to hook up with a younger man. Gag. At twenty-seven, he wasn’t that fucking old. Still, he needed the money to fund his dream. He formed an image of his costar in his mind. Although he wasn’t attracted to the other performer, Kris did his best to act the part.
“That’s right,” Kris murmured. “You know how to kiss.”
His costar, Garig Ross, strode into the living room. “Are you actually practicing your lines?”
Kris opened his eyes. He hadn’t realized he’d closed them. “Go fuck yourself.”
“Now that’s not the way to entice me to want to be fucked by you.” Garig shrugged out of his street clothes. Unlike Kris, Garig seemed to love being nude. He folded his jeans and tucked his things into his duffle bag. “You’re supposed to make me at least kind of want to be with you.”
“I don’t want to be here or with you.” Kris dropped the script onto his bag. “I’m tired of these movies.”
“So?” Garig shook out the ripped denim. He waved the jeans around. “This won’t cover my ass.”
“That’s the point. You’re supposed to look young, interested, and green as hell but ready to take a seven-inch cock up your tight ass.” Kris rolled his eyes. “You’re young, but you are no virgin.”
“Don’t you know it.” Garig stepped into the jeans, then slid his cowboy boots back on. He admired his ass in the mirror. “Papa likes what he sees.”
If Kris had been on the prowl for a date and wasn’t picky, he might have hooked up with Garig for real. The guy was handsome. From his perfectly styled hair combed to appear as if he’d rolled straight out of bed, down his chiseled body to his sculpted legs, he personified sexy. Most guys wanted to fuck him—except Kris.
He’d made fifteen flicks with Garig. None of them endeared Garig to him. The guy might be hot, but he was also a hot mess. He dropped his pants for everyone and God only knew if he was careful.
“We’re going to do this thing.” Garig wriggled into the vest. His pierced nipples glinted in the light. “What are you saving all that money for?”
“Nothing.” Kris glanced in the mirror and slicked his hair back. He never wore his hair forward in the films. The combed-back style made him feel like the character rather than himself. Maybe that was crazy, but he preferred having the bit of separation.
He tucked his wallet, keys and phone into his bag, then stripped down to his running pants and the tank top. According to the script, he was supposed to start out on his balcony. Garig would be on the balcony next door, flirting.
He closed his eyes again. Three more films and he’d have enough money. A momentary vision popped into his brain. He didn’t want to be in front of the camera without his clothes. He’d be making actual movies with plots and good actors. Even if he had to fund the damn thing himself, he was going to be a real actor in a real movie. He opened his eyes. Get the film done and move forward.
“All right. Let’s go,” the director said. He pointed to Kris. “Your condoms and lube are beside the bed.”
“You’d make so much more money if you’d just do these bare.” Garig shrugged. “I’m raking it in.”
“I’m fine with what I’m doing.” At least when they worked, he knew he was safe. Kris made his way through the bedroom and stopped on the balcony.
“You’re going to chat him up. Stick to the script if you want, but you have to say he’s a hot piece of ass and you want to do him,” the director said. He clapped Kris on the shoulder. “Just make it sound intelligent and like you really want him.”
God. Kris stood on the balcony and gripped the railing. Three years before, he’d have considered throwing himself over the edge. Too many demons remained with him. He shook off the black feelings and focused on the job at hand.
“Ready? Action.” The director pointed to him. The camera clicked.
Time to shine. Kris gripped the railing again and stared at the city below. The palm trees waved in the slight breeze. Cars zipped down the street.
“There is nothing happening in this city.” He sighed. “Nothing.”
Garig appeared on his own balcony. “I don’t know about that.”
“Oh?” Kris leaned against his railing. “You’re new.”
“I am, and in more ways than you know.” Garig grinned. “Where’s your boyfriend?”
Ah. They weren’t following the script at all. Kris folded his hands. “I’m single. You?”
“Ready to mingle,” Garig replied. “Let me come over.”
“The door is open.” Kris nodded toward the other side of the apartment. “Let yourself in.”
“Cut,” the director shouted. “Reset. Good take.”
Kris groaned. He knew what to do next. Hell, he’d been a professional in the adult world since he’d turned twenty-one, six years ago. But he wanted more out of life. Unfortunately, life didn’t want him to graduate beyond the blow jobs and anal sex on camera. He thought back to his high school career. He’d nailed the Shakespeare plays and the dippy romantic comedies the drama club insisted on presenting every spring. He loved the rush of performing and the grit of having to work with others for that play to turn out right.
He glanced over at Garig. The only acting he’d get to do now would be to appear to be interested in what was going on. Another player strolled into the room. Not a grip or a camera man. Kris studied the new guy. Young and very eager. The kid practically bounced over to the director.
“Who?” Kris heard the director ask. “Oh. Over there. You know what to do.”
The kid crossed the room and stood in front of Kris. He didn’t say anything, just stared at him.
I’ve been on a black and white movie binge for a while and the first one I watched happened to be Now, Voyager. I’ve wanted to catch this one for a while. I’m not sure why I hadn’t watched it before. I love a good Bette Davis movie and this one wasn’t bad.
I loved how Davis, as Charlotte, bloomed through the story. The way she grew and changed was great. Then there’s the romance that can’t be between Davis and Paul Henreid. I liked him in Casablanca, but here, Henreid shines. He’s a tortured man and trying to find happiness. Some of the reasons for his unhappiness are of his own making, but I could overlook it.
A few things I couldn’t overlook were how dated this movie truly was. Unfortunately, I initially watched it through the lens of current times. Just because Charlotte is brow-beaten doesn’t mean she should have to go to a sanitarium, but she does. She doesn’t get along with her mother–but who could! Mother was as coarse as they come. It’s no wonder Charlotte felt belittled. Then there was the scene with Tina. There’s no way someone who wasn’t the child’s biological relative would be able to not only take her out of the sanitarium for a camping trip without supervision, but to keep her out on said trip. No way they’d allow the pair, a motherly woman and a young teen to pair up the way they did or to allow the teen to move in with the woman. Without the parent’s approval? Oy. It bothered me. And how the father just went with it.
I liked the movie, but I had some serious issues with the emotional affair and the child situation.
Looked at through a more innocent lens, this movie is brilliant acting on the part of Davis. She shined in her role and the way she came out of her shell was great. Henreid played a handsome hero figure and the romance satisfied, despite it being doomed.
If you’re in the mood for a movie with an ending you won’t see coming, then this might be the one for you.