Christmas Time with @MeganSlayer ~ the 13th Day of Christmas ~ #christmas #stories #memories #giftsofchristmas #gifts

Christmas Tree Blog 2017

For the thirteenth day of Christmas, I wanted to talk about one of my family’s traditions. This one is from when I was a kid, so eons ago.

My grandfather isn’t big on showing emotion. He’s very stoic. Like don’t expect hugs and grins, kind of a guy. I know he laughs and I used to be able to get him to belly laugh, but those times were few and far between.

But this is about Christmas. Every year, we’d gather on Christmas Day at my grandparents’ house. Actually, we’d go to one house for lunch and the other for dinner–which is why I’m keen on staying home. There’s nothing like shuffling all around and not really getting the chance to enjoy your presents until you’re home again and tired. But that’s not what this story is about.

Every year when we’d go to my dad’s side of the family, we’d gather in the living room and open gifts–usually after a huge dinner. As we sat there together, my grandmother would talk about the things she’d given herself for Christmas from my grandfather. She’d pick them out and put his name on them. He never seemed to care.

Then a switch would get flipped. He’d bring out a bag, usually a plastic one from the drug store, then pull out those gigantic candy bars. We’re talking the massive half pound candy bars. Remember those? He’d buy one of each kind and fan them out like cards. Each grandchild was given the chance to pick one out. Now, the later you went, the less choice you had, but it worked out. Everyone got a candy bar and he’d beam with pride that he’d given us the candy. I’ll never forget the glee in his eyes and can only imagine how it made him feel. When I think of those candy bars, even in the middle of summer, they remind me of Christmas.

I cherish that memory. Well, all of them. Are there any special memories you have? Anything that says Christmas to you?

Thingamajig-Split

By Evan-Amos (Own work) [CC BY-SA 3.0 (https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0)%5D, via Wikimedia Commons

Advertisements

Christmas Time with @MeganSlayer ~ the 12th Day of Christmas ~ #christmas #stories #memories #ornaments #lessonslearned

Christmas Tree Blog 2017

To start off this series of stories and memories of Christmas, I thought today I’d talk about a gift that taught me a lot.

When I was a teacher, I had a student…well, I had lots of students, but this one was a good kid. Shy, sweet and yet, popular. I’ll call him Matt. That’s not his name, but oh well.

Matt got along with everyone and was always happy. I enjoyed having him in class. He helped out when I needed things taken to the office or copies made. Right before Christmas, the day before break started, he showed up in my classroom. This wasn’t odd since he liked to spend lunch time in my room. Lots of kids did. I didn’t mind because I enjoyed the noise.

Here’s the thing. He handed me a gift. “Mrs. Z, I hope I didn’t break it.”

He hadn’t. The small box contained a blown glass bear ornament. I loved the little bear. I told him thank you and when I got home, I’d put it on the tree. I did, by the way. Went right on the tree that night.

The thing about this ornament that taught me the lesson wasn’t when I received the gift, but when I went back to school after break.  Christmas Eve night, two students I’d had that year were in an accident and passed away. I found out about the accident on the television. It was rough. I’d told this other student, a bit of a pill honestly,  that I’d see him after break. I never talked to him again. Every time I look at that ornament, I think of Matt and Noah, the young man who passed away.

Time passes and I haven’t forgotten Matt or Noah. Not a bit. But where I know what happened to Noah…I don’t know what happened to Matt. He grew up and I stopped teaching. I know he went on his way, but I don’t know what he does or where he is. I hope he’s happy and I’d love to tell him I’m proud of him. But I get a little sad because I lost touch with him and many of my former students.

So when I see that ornament, I think of the lovely Christmas gift and how precious life is. I think about the people I knew who have come in and out of my life. Family, friends, students, former students, fellow authors and especially my readers…I love you all and I’m glad I have and have had you in my life.

Hug your loved ones a little tighter this year.

Christmas Time is Here with @MeganSlayer #christmas #stories #memories

Christmas Tree Blog 2017

I thought for the days leading up to Christmas, I’d share a few stories with you. Thought I’d share some tales, remembrances and lists. Why not? It’s almost Christmas. I know, I know. I’ve been posting rather regularly with other things and now I’m changing course? Why? Because I wanted to. Plus, it just seemed like the right time to deviate.

So sit back, grab some popcorn and a hot cocoa. Maybe snag a few books (how about a few of mine *G*?) and enjoy!

Christmas Box by @MeganSlayer is out Now!! #gayromance #erotic #BDSMRomance

efbd7-box

Christmas Box (Christmas Magic)

by Megan Slayer
BIN: 08232-02658
Genre(s): New ReleasesRomance
Theme(s): Christmas
Series: Christmas Magic (#4)
Length: Novella 

From Changeling Press

 

https://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=2658

 

Hayes Carter knows what he wants out of life—to be the best lawyer he can, to balance his work and home life and to please his Sir. This Christmas, he wants to belong to Sir for good.

Ford Rogan loves his boy, Hayes, but he’s not sure he’s relationship material. Hayes, though, makes him think otherwise. Then there’s that naughty Santa at the club…submit and your wish will come true.

Can Santa, even a naughty one, grant they’re wishes? Will the magic of the season be enough or will they end up with nothing more than a lump of coal?

 

Christmas Box (Christmas Magic)
Megan Slayer
All rights reserved.
Copyright ©2017 Megan Slayer

This e-book file contains sexually explicit scenes and adult language which some may find offensive and which is not appropriate for a young audience. Changeling Press E-Books are for sale to adults, only, as defined by the laws of the country in which you made your purchase. Please store your files wisely, where they cannot be accessed by under-aged readers.

“What do you want for Christmas?” Ford Rogan stood tall and rolled his shoulders. He appraised his sub. “Hmm?”

Hayes Carter kept his head down as he knelt in front of Ford. “I want to be yours, Sir.”

“You do?” Ford grinned. Of the three subs he worked with, he preferred this boy. Hayes knew how to please him as much as he pleased Ford. He swept his gaze over Hayes. Before they played, he liked to set the tone and talk to his sub. Hayes was different. He could watch the sexy man all day and not get tired of him. “Tell me your safe word.”

“Legal brief.” Hayes shivered. “But I don’t want to use it.”

He’d always wondered why Hayes had chosen such an unorthodox safe word, but then again, there weren’t a whole lot of rules for their scenes. “You understand what will happen? If you trust me, I’ll make you fly and blow your mind. I trust you to tell me when you’ve reached your limits.”

“I trust you, Sir. Always.” He clasped his hands behind his back.

Ford ruffled Hayes’s black hair, then trailed his fingers down Hayes’s neck. Christmas hadn’t been far from his mind. He wasn’t sure why. Most of the time he could block out the holidays and other forces beyond the walls of the club. Not today. He focused on Hayes and locking the collar around Hayes’s neck. He affixed the leash to the D-ring. “Ready? Crawl.”

“Thank you, Sir.” Hayes settled on his hands and knees. He crawled on the floor beside Ford. His bare ass flexed as he moved.

Ford resisted the urge to swat him. Instead, he directed Hayes to the St. Andrew’s cross. “You’ve pleased me. On your feet.”

Hayes scrambled off the floor and stood against the cross. “Thank you, Sir.”

“Show me your ass.” Allowed the leash to drop down Hayes’s naked body, he picked up a clear glass butt plug. “I’m filling you.” He liked pushing Hayes’s limits, plus the glass always looked beautiful against Hayes’s skin.

Hayes grasped the open cuffs on the ends of the cross and stuck his ass out. He widened his stance. “I’ve been bad, Sir. I need you to punish me.”

“Have you?” He closed the cuffs around Hayes’s wrists, then dragged the plug down his sub’s back. “How bad?”

“I haven’t been able to get you out of my head.” Hayes writhed. “I’ve thought about us playing more than once a week. I jacked off last night, and I imagined you were there.”

“Boy.” He shouldn’t be pleased, but he couldn’t help it. He’d been drawn to Hayes from the first time he’d seen the man and wanted him. He pumped lube into his hand, then smeared the lube between Hayes’s ass cheeks. Hayes writhed again and flexed. “Do you want this?”

“Please, Sir?” Hayes pulled against the cuffs.

“Eventually.” He pushed the head of the plug against Hayes’s hole. Once the plug moved past the tight ring of muscle and was buried in his sub’s ass, he kissed Hayes’s shoulder. Kissing his subs wasn’t his norm, but then Hayes wasn’t just any sub. He should’ve prepped Hayes more, but that was one of the things Hayes enjoyed — being used. “Don’t let that fall out.” He tapped the handle. “Understand, boy?

This post is also up at the Dirty Birdies Blog: http://dirtybirdiesauthors.com/2017/12/07/christmas-box-by-meganslayer-is-out-now-gayromance-erotic-bdsmromance/

#Blissemas ~ Megan Slayer dishes about #writing #Christmas in July and shares a sexy snippet from her release, Christmas in Cedarwood #gayromance #eroticromance

22359501_1742596722708601_2122649305_n

I love Christmas. I love writing about it. Why? Because there’s magic. It’s in the air, in the way we interact with each other and I can’t get enough. I’m the nut watching Christmas movies on the Hallmark channel in July because I’m excited.

So this Christmas season, the Season of Blissemas! Yay!! I look forward to this time of year, each December, too. I love Victoria Blisse and when she has this promotion, I’m all in. Thank you to her and Kev. You both rock.

Stay tuned to the end of the post. There’s a prize to be won. Keep reading!!! 22368999_1742596479375292_1827900047_o

I celebrated by writing not one, but three holiday themed stories. Yeah, I went a little overboard. This post features my book, Christmas in Cedarwood. If you’ve read my Single Father Society books, you’ll recognize Ashley and Colt from Rainbow Over Cedarwood. The thing about this couple is, I knew I wasn’t done with them when I wrote Rainbow. They had more to say.

But the hard part about writing Christmas stories is that you don’t write them in December, unless it’s for the following Christmas season. The lag takes that long to get the book polished, edited and ready for publication. That’s not a bad thing, but it makes writing a Christmas story in July or earlier a little difficult. It’s hard to get into the spirit of the season when you’re sweating. Ha ha! But I did and I’m happy with how Colt and Ashley’s story worked out. These two guys are awesome and while their five days leading up to Christmas aren’t easy, they deal.

And did I mention there’s a bonus short story included for free? Yep. Single in Springdale, about Len, Aiden’s father, is included with Christmas in Cedarwood. I’m excited to bring this story to you.

See what you think.

Christmas in Cedarwood by Megan Slayer MS_SFS_ChristmasinCedarwood

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.

Bonus story included! 

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?

http://www.loose-id.com/christmas-in-cedarwood.html

Now I mentioned sticking around. I did! Want a chance to win a copy of Home to Cedarwood, the Single Father story that started it all? Then comment on this post. Yes. Comment. Want more chances to win? Follow my facebook page, follow me on twitter, follow me on BookBub and follow me on Amazon. Easy. Four extra chances. Grin. Happy Holidays and make sure you check out the rest of the Days of Blissemas. Check out the Snogs in the Snow, coming on December 17th. You won’t want to miss them. I’ll announce the winner on December 18th.

Writing the Magic of Christmas with @MeganSlayer #christmas #shortstory #gayromance #erotic #bdsm

There is something about the magic of the season that’s fun for authors. It is. Authors have the thrill and romance of

Christmas as inspiration for stories. I love it. There’s something about the snow, the chill, the sparkles and the nostalgia that gets to me. I’m a sucker for the movies. Doesn’t matter what channel, I’ll find a Christmas movie and indulge. I don’t care if it’s mundane, if the ending is silly or if I’ve seen the movie a hundred times, I’ll watch.

Why?

Getting immersed in the spirit of the holidays helps me to write. Once one idea starts flowing, the rest follow. This year, one of my Christmas stories involved a box. Now, I know what you’re thinking. Um, there are a lot of boxes that have to do with Christmas. Hello, Christmas gifts come in boxes. I put a new spin on the gift idea.

Here’s the blurb for my short story, Christmas Box:

Hayes Carter knows what he wants out of life — to be the best lawyer he can, to balance his work and home life and to please his Sir. This Christmas, he wants to belong to Sir for good.

Ford Rogan loves his boy, Hayes, but Ford’s not sure he’s relationship material. Hayes, though, makes him think otherwise. Then there’s that naughty Santa at the club… Submit and your wish will come true

Can Santa, even a naughty one, grant their wishes? Will the magic of the season be enough, or will they end up with nothing more than a lump of coal?

See? Not the standard here’s a gift and I hope you like it fare. A person in the box? Now, don’t get wonky on me. This isn’t a creeper story. I like feel good Christmas tales. Everything works out in the right way at the end. There’s magic, mayhem and a spanking or two. Gives me goosebumps just thinking about it.

What about you? What’s your favorite thing about Christmas? I’d love to know!!
Want to know more about Christmas Box? Then check it out at Changeling Press! Out now and on sale!! Gotta love a sale!
* * * * *

Winner, Winner…Chicken Dinner #NaNo @meganslayer #mmromance #gayromance #winner #crushedit

I might not be doing so great with blogging of late, but I did mange to finish and WIN NaNo this year. I even submitted both books I wrote for it (I kind of cheated and wrote two shorter ones for NaNo). I’m a bad kid and didn’t write the full 50k on one story. I broke it up into two. Oh well. I’m a renegade.

But I did it. I even started on a third story, so yeah!

NaNo-2017-Winner-Badge