When the Idea Strikes with @MeganSlayer #writing #ideas #creativity

Originally posted at the Romance Studio: https://wp.me/p8f7P3-1xh

Sometimes it seems like the ideas just won’t come. Sometimes they’re stuck. Like, really stuck. I can’t seem to work out what will happen next…at all. No matter what I do, I’m just…stuck.

That happened this past weekend. I’d worked on a story that’s been there the whole time, but just wasn’t ready yet. I had this character who has been difficult. I knew he wanted his story told, but he just wasn’t ready yet. So I thought he was. I started his story and had a word count limit. I knew I’d blow the limit. I tend to do that anyway. But this time, I knew it was going to happen. But I thought, hey, I can turn this into two stories.

Then the story fell apart. Kind of. It wasn’t going to work for the particular situation I was using it for. Now for some writers, this wouldn’t be a big deal. Write it anyway and publish it. But I don’t work that way. I want the story to be right. I don’t like to rush.

So then I was asked to take part in an anthology. I won’t lie. The previous story running into bumps threw my muse into a tailspin. I used to be able to work on two or more manuscripts at one time. Not any longer. I need to concentrate and for me the story works better when I’m focusing on one. So… The previous story wouldn’t work for the anthology, but I really wanted to take part.

What’s a writer to do?

I let my muse have a break. Yep. A big old break. The funny part is, when I let the muse off the hook, that’s when they (I’m convinced my muse is a couple) decided to cooperate. They came up with a fantastic idea. I had no clue they’d do that. Most of the time when I give them a break, they take forever to work with me.

But this post is about the idea striking. I set out to plot the story, since I had the start. But the more I wrote the outline, the more the actual story came forth. Fast and furious. I’ve been working on it ever since. I love when this happens. The story is there, it’s flowing and the idea is fresh. It makes me happy to write. I love to create. When I’m not writing, I’m not…me.

Does this happen to you? Have you ever had something not so fun turn into something fantastic? I’d love to hear about it.

Speaking of something not so fun turning into something pretty great, my upcoming release, Doc Cedarwood. Check it out!

Doc Cedarwood by Megan Slayer

Single Father Society, Book 5

Full Length Novel

Contemporary, M/M, Anal Sex

From Loose Id Publishing

Cover Art by April Martinez

Can an accident and a rim job lead to a lasting love?

Aiden Connor wasn’t looking for a date. Sure, he wanted one, but relationships seem to be too difficult to maintain. He’s an ER doctor and doesn’t have time for commitment…that is until he runs over a curb and needs a new rim for his sports car. The mechanic isn’t anything like he expects, but could be the one man he needs if he’s willing to open his mind and heart.

Matt Phillips equated dating with disaster, but sees himself as an eternal optimist. When he sees Aiden, he wants to give relationships a try. Every cell in his body screams to get the sexy doctor naked and in his bed. But Matt has demons and addictions he’s still working through. Will he fall prey to his past or learn and move forward with the hot doctor?

Available soon from Loose Id Publishing: http://www.loose-id.com/single-father-society-5-doc-cedarwood.html

The Life and Death of Writing with @MeganSlayer

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I haven’t spoken much about this topic, mostly because until now I haven’t felt up to it. When you’re a writer, you’re expected to write. To eat, sleep, breathe and dream about writing. The characters are supposed to talk to you all of the time. No breaks. For some writers, this is exactly the case. I admire them. For others, it’s less demanding. They write when they can and although the characters don’t stop talking, they fit them in. Others have the infamous writer’s block. Hey, it happens.

But this post isn’t about writer’s block in it’s natural form. My form of writer’s block came out of something that happened starting almost a month ago. My grandfather, the one man who literally stood head and shoulders above everyone else, took ill. He went to the ER and was diagnosed with pneumonia. Now people survive pneumonia. Even at his age, 83, it’s possible to get survive. I didn’t think at the time it was a big deal. Like I said, people don’t have to die from pneumonia.

But life isn’t that easy. He spent more than ten days at the hospital. Tests were done and his breathing never got back to par. While they did those tests and made him take all of those breathing treatments, the doctors discovered cancer in his kidneys and in his lungs.

This is where I got scared. This was the guy whom I looked up to. He was the one who would scowl and grouse at people, but had a huge heart. If you needed something, he’d jump in and help. He literally jumped into the pool once…right before the life guard told us all not to jump in yet. He’d tell us every year he’d chased off Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny because they were breaking into the house. I’ll never forget the grin on his face when he drove his ‘old’ car away. I can’t remember exactly what kind of car it was, but the soft top (I think it was cloth, but not a convertible), but he was so happy to have it. Him zipping on the lawnmower across the lawn that seemed endless when I was a kid. Him engraving my name on my scissors so no one would steal them when I was in grade school (no one did, by the way). He drove me halfway across the state to visit my aunt, which was kind of a sort of farce because I was really going to see my then boyfriend (now DH). He helped me move to my first dorm and helped hike my crap up the seemingly hundreds of steps because the elevator wasn’t available for use.

All of these memories came back. I couldn’t imagine my life without him there. Without him chewing us all out because we hadn’t gotten to the reunion, Christmas dinner, Easter dinner, get together…etc. on time. Smelling the smoke from his pipe while he chewed out the football games or while watching western movies and arguing with the gunslingers.

I didn’t want to lose my grandpa. But cancer is a bitch. I’m sorry. It is. I’m not entirely sure how long he had it before the nodules were detected, but only two weeks after being put into the hospital, the doctors informed my grandmother that there wasn’t anything left to do but to send him home with hospice. April 8th, very early in the morning, he passed.

I’m still upset about this. I won’t lie. He was and still is my grandpa. I knew him as Grandpa, whereas my cousins all called him Pawpaw. I went to the funeral and cried during the stories. I wanted to get up and tell mine, but I didn’t have the strength? Stamina? I don’t know, but I couldn’t do it.

Now this post is supposed to be about writing. It is. I don’t know about other writers, but for me, it’s been hard to focus on the characters. They’re there. Trust me, they’re talking. I just don’t have the desire right now to work on their stories. Is it my period of mourning? I think so. I’ve plodded away on a super short and outlined a longer work. But to sit down and just write…I don’t have it in me right now. I’m sure it’ll happen again. I’m the type of person that once I get whatever it is in my head out of my head, then I can move forward. I just haven’t gotten this out yet. I haven’t understood what happened and accepted it. I will. The stories are there and they’ll come. Just give me time. I promise.

Here’s a little bit about one of my previous releases. I hope you find enjoyment in my story, Merging Their Roar.

Merging Their Roar MERGING

Sanctuary, Book 8

By Megan Slayer

M/M, M/M/M, Ménage, Anal Sex, Oral Sex

Novella

Resplendence Publishing

The right piece for their perfect triad seems to be the one man who doesn’t seem to fit at all.

Eli and Silas have done pretty much everything twins can do together within reason. They share lovers and are inseparable. Now, the lions want free. They want someone to be with both of them and can understand the dual sides to their collective nature. But the twins are scarred by their past. Eli uses his people skills to please and get by, while Silas takes the quieter, introverted and angry approach. Can these two find a perfect complement? Does that person even exist?

Owen Cantrell believes he’s not only worthy of the shifters, but he’s their missing piece. He’s human and hasn’t been around shifters, but he’s not afraid. What could go wrong?

When these three get together, there are plenty of sparks, but things can’t be perfect forever. The way Eli, Silas and Owen deal with their problems and everything thrown their way will prove if they aren’t meant to be or if they can go the distance.

Note: Merging Their Roar is part of the Sanctuary series. Each book features different characters and can be enjoyed as a standalone story.

Available anywhere ebooks are sold, for only $2.99

https://books2read.com/u/3LrX0D

Or at Resplendence Publishing: http://www.resplendencepublishing.com/m8/862-978-1-60735-990-6–merging-their-roar-sanctuary-series-book-eight-by-megan-slayer.html

#NewRelease! #CanadianMuscle Book 2 ~ Guarding His Anchor #Suspense #ERom @KaceyHammell @EvernightPub

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Good morning readers!

Thanks for having me crash your world today and celebrate my new release, Guarding His Anchor. I had so much fun writing this story. Frank really cracked open my heart and left me breathless.

I hope you enjoy him – and his lady, Charlie – as much as I did writing their story.

Happy reading!

Kacey

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Series: Canadian Muscle (Book 2)

Genre: Contemporary/Suspense/Erotic Romance Final.jpg

W.C.: 57,400
Warning: Includes biting (Odaxelagnia) during sex

ISBN: 978-1-77339-185-4

Release Date: February 21, 2017

Publisher: Evernight Publishing

Canadian Muscle …

When Desires Need Protecting.

Charlotte Weber is no stranger to heartbreak. FBI agent Frank Shaw has swept in and out of her life as though she’s a revolving door, stomping on her heart in the process. Now that she’s finally had enough, he’s back again and seems determined to spin her life out of control.

Frank knows Charlie is the anchor for his lost soul, even though he can’t risk settling down. The demons of his past are too great, and he won’t run the risk of hurting her. This time, his only objective should be locating Charlie’s brother, Sean. But Charlie’s a complication, and not just because she refuses to believe Sean is guilty.

As Frank and Charlie fight for what they believe in, they also try to resist their powerful connection. The future is unclear, but when danger surrounds them, they are each other’s only anchor.

 

Excerpt © Kacey Hammell, 2017

Charlie closed her eyes and leaned against the door. Tonight had resolved nothing. She’d tried to let Neal down easy, but everything she’d said had gone over his fucking head. Confusion rioted in her skull, throbbing non-stop.

A shift of movement caught her attention, startling her. She opened her eyes and lifted her head, standing tall, on the defense.

Oh, for crying out loud!

All she needed tonight was Frank Shaw in her house, staring at her with anger spitting fire from his eyeballs.

But there he was, eyeing her open collar and cleavage, fists bunched at his sides.

Frustration, sexual and otherwise thanks to him showing up when she least expected, curled around her like molten lava spilling from a volcano.

If he wanted a fight, he’d come to the right place.

“What the hell are you doing sneaking into my house?” she demanded, stomping toward him.

“Calm down. Vikki called, asked me to hang some fucking curtains. She said you were at the bar.”

“Can’t you think up a better excuse than that?”

His eyes roamed over her from head to toe. Damn that spark in his eyes when he gazed at her like that. Anger turned to potent hunger in seconds flat, watching her as if she were the prey and he the hunter … She swallowed hard.

“If I’d known you were home and … busy, I wouldn’t have bothered. Vikki said the back door was open.”

“I’ll talk to her about that.” Charlie sighed, then walked into the kitchen. “Her room is across the hall, last door on the right.”

Undeterred, he followed her. “Hot date, huh?”gahereader

“None of your business.” He was the very last person in the world she wanted to discuss Neal with.

He leaned on the island in the center of the room. “I guess Vikki wasn’t even aware you had a date tonight.”

No doubt Vikki didn’t cared anyway. She was Team Charlie and Frank, and Charlie wouldn’t be surprised if her pal had planned the whole thing. Hang curtains, indeed. At this time of night? Without running it past the owner, her roommate? Charlie suspected Vikki was up to no good.

“Doesn’t matter.” Charlie put the last of the wine in the fridge, grabbed a cloth, and cleaned the counters. “You can do it tomorrow when I’m at work. Good-night.” Focused on one spot, she scrubbed hard, hoping he’d take the suggestion.

“You look beautiful.” His soft comment skimmed along her ear as he moved in behind her.

“Frank, don’t. I just had another guy here, for heaven’s sake.”

“Doesn’t matter. It sure didn’t end the way he thought. I know when you’ve been fucked good and satisfied and when you’re not.”

 

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Book Pagehttps://kaceyhammell.com/bookshelf-2/canadian-muscle/guardinghisanchor/

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Amazon:
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Soon available at bookstores…
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About the Author:

Avid Reader. Romance Author. Redhead…

Canadian-born author Kacey Hammell is definitely a book-a-holic. A romance reader from a young age, she fell in love with happily ever afters.  These days, as a multi- published erotic romance author, she enjoys adding a lot of heat, sass, and emotion to the many genres she writes.

Mom of three, Kacey lives her own happily ever after with her perfect hero in Ontario, Canada.

Readers can find all my titles on my website – www.kaceyhammell.com

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Guest Release ~ Cover Me by @KaceyHammell #mfromance #newrelease

My dear friend, Kacey Hammell has a new release and I can’t shout enough about it. Check it out!!

Cover Me coverme_kaceyhammell

By Kacey Hammell

Contemporary, Erotic, Romance

W.C. 34,000

Heat Level: 3

ISBN # 978-1-77339-106-9

Publisher: Evernight Publishing

 

 

Wanting her son’s best friend shouldn’t feel so right …

 

Jay Savage is one of the most sought after models in the business who seems to have it all. He’s the face of romance novel covers from coast to coast, and has expanded his brand to an executive role. Despite the endless possibilities in his life, Jay doesn’t have the one woman he wants most. She is everything he needs, and everything he can’t have. Their age difference isn’t the only obstacle standing in the way of convincing her they were made for one another. Leanne is also his best friend’s mom.

On Nita Lake to celebrate the marriage of her son, Leanne Hogan is faced with the most delicious temptation she’s ever encountered. Their smoldering heat burns down her defenses, and Leanne finds herself giving in to the only man who tempts her banked desires. They shouldn’t work. Can’t work. So why does it feel so right when she’s in his arms?

 Purchase links, because you know you want a copy: 


Evernight Publishing — http://www.evernightpublishing.com/cover-me-by-kacey-hammell  — 25% off as a new release!

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 Goodreads — https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/33235238-cover-me

 

EXCERPT: (Because you know you want that, too!!)

Leanne finished tying the strap of her bikini top, stomach rioting with butterflies, a permanent grin on her face.

Oh, you besotted fool. Chill the fuck out.

In the bathroom mirror, she scrutinized the red bikini and the small stretch marks across her tummy that she still loved because they reminded her of Beau. She cringed at the darker and more prevalent marks across her hips and over her ass. Not the perfect markings a man might want his lover to have.

What the hell. Jay hadn’t minded them last night, and she didn’t want to dwell on them now. He’d promised lighthearted fun and having a good time. Those were two things she needed in her life right now. Thoughts of tomorrow, a week away or six months down the road, weren’t to be discussed or pondered. The here and now was what mattered.

And what woman in their right mind wouldn’t love to have one of the hottest and sexiest models on her arm wherever she went? Leanne laughed, a foreign sound to her, but happiness bloomed inside her.

After admiring herself once more, she turned the doorknob and strode into the living room. Jay’s eyes lit up seeing her. Her breath caught in her throat as his gaze darkened and heat arced its way through the air, surrounding her. Body tingling, she lifted the sundress in her hands and drew it over her head. While she didn’t mind his eyes following her, or lounging on a beach, there was no way she’d stroll through the hotel on full display for everyone to see.

“Damn, had to cover that glorious skin, didn’t you?” Jay wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her lips.

“The hotel guests won’t want to see me half-naked, thank you very much.” She grinned up at him, her fingers brushing his chin. “As much as I love you looking at me, I’m not that adventurous.”

“Hm.” He hauled her in tight. So tight, the hardness in his shorts poked against her. She smiled, thrilled she had such an effect on him. “Yes. Good idea. But my reasons are selfish. I don’t want other men setting eyes on your hot bod.” He slid his hands down her spine and cupped her ass. “I claim it as all mine.”

She kissed his chin, loving the fun and his sexy words, then stepped back. “Well, a man has never claimed me like that. I kinda love it.” She winked, grabbed her shoulder bag off the hook, and strode to the door.

Jay followed close behind. He slung an arm over her shoulder as they walked to the elevator and kissed her cheek. “I need to stop in my room, change, and grab beach stuff.”

Leanne pressed the down button and nodded. “Why don’t I meet you in the lobby? I’d like to grab water and snacks, unless you need a huge breakfast? Or a few snacks fromavailable the kitchen?”

He led her into the elevator when the doors opened and pressed the button for the third floor. “Sounds great. I shouldn’t be long. Just make sure you’re waiting for me, woman.”

Leanne snickered as he backed her into the wall and crowded against her. Her nipples tightened behind her bathing suit, and it almost hurt to breathe. It was as if her body were on fire, stoked and raring to go, and his touch was nearly too much while it soothed her deep.

“I’ll definitely be waiting for you,” she said breathlessly.

Jay groaned and lowered his head to claim her lips. She gripped his biceps as he took her into the decadent abyss of his taste and passion. As though they’d never spent last night making love, her body strained against his; she was more than eager to be with him again. The image of her climbing his body with her legs, settling around his hips, invaded her thoughts.

Leanne clutched his shirt in her fists, desperate to keep him this close as he swirled his tongue inside her mouth, giving all his passion to her. The walls of her pussy clenched. Maybe they should go back to her room for a few hours. Urgency filled her and made her want to sate herself in everything he had to give. Who was she kidding? Even a few hours wouldn’t be enough to satisfy her.

He lifted his head, his breathing deep as he laid his forehead against the wall beside hers. “Jesus, woman, you’re going to fucking kill me. My cock’s so hard, I swear these shorts just grew two sizes too small.”

As if to convince her, his hips shifted, and the length of his dick was very noticeable.

The ding of the elevator rang loud in her ears, and Jay drew away.

He opened both arms, holding the doors apart. His lips red and swollen, he was mussed like a man well loved. Leanne grinned at him.

“Don’t look so pleased with yourself.”

She winked and glanced down at the tent in front of his shorts, then licked her lips.

About Kacey:

Avid Reader. Romance Author. Redhead…

Canadian-born author Kacey Hammell is definitely a book-a-holic. A romance reader from a young age, she fell in love with happily ever afters.  These days, as a multi- published erotic romance author, she enjoys adding a lot of heat, sass, and emotion to the many genres she writes.

 

Mom of three, Kacey lives her own happily ever after with her perfect hero in Ontario, Canada.

 

 

Readers can find all my titles under the “Bookshelf” menu on my website – www.kaceyhammell.com

Please consider following me at:

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The Most Wonderful Time of the Year by @MeganSlayer

This post appeared on Paranormal Romantics on Tuesday: http://paranormalromantics.blogspot.com/2016/11/the-most-wonderful-time-of-year-by.html

The most wonderful time of the year…is now!

Have you heard that a ton of times? I have. For the longest time, I wondered what that meant. Now, follow me here. I don’t mean, I didn’t know Christmas was awesome. That’s not it.

In the last few years, it’s been tough around this time of the year. Two of my grandparents passed away in December – not the same year, but it’s never easy. I was blessed with extra grandparents. At one time, I had four sets. Yep, four. Grandparents and Great-Grandparents. Honestly, it was very cool. Also a culture clash, but I miss it. I miss them. I see ornaments given to us by them or even just the stuff we inherited and it’s tough.

Besides, 2016 has been a tough year. Our first dog, the one we’ve had a long time – almost 14 years – passed away. This has been the first holiday season without her. We have other dogs and the cats, but she was one of our children. Explaining to people why a song or a commercial makes me cry is rough. Canon in D makes me think of when I got married, which makes me think of being young and getting the dog… and yeah, tears.

But over Thanksgiving, I came to a realization. I looked at all of the reasons I wasn’t fond of this time of the year and got depressed. But that’s now that the holiday season is for. Sure, we should look back on the year and our lives and reflect. But it’s more than that. For me, it’s looking back on the things that happened and the fun. What did we accomplish? How did we grow.

I managed to deal with health problems, survived surgery and am so glad I went through the trial. I feel better, that’s for sure.

I wrote in a Kindle World. That was big. I did a completely self-published project and put it out.

I’m raising the boy and successfully got him through another Cross Country season. He improved his time and is doing 5k races after the season.

Dh is my biggest support and I love him. We’ve grown a ton through the year.

I visited the Cincinnati Reds baseball park. #win

I’ve got great friends who have my back and I cherish them.

I’ve got goals for next year. Writing another kindle world book, continuing the Sanctuary series, continuing the Cedarwood series… writing as much as the muse allows… and being happy for what I have and those in my life.

What about you? What are you looking forward to? What’s on your 2017 bucket list? I’d love to know. Maybe we can compare notes. 🙂

Here’s a book that was a bright spot for me in 2015, Harvest Moon 🙂

Harvest Moon by Megan Slayer

Moon Series, book 2 ms_harvest_moon

Also part of the Bleh! Turkey! Series

MLR Press

Contemporary, Paranormal, Holiday

Short Story

M/M, Anal Sex

What’s a guy to do when the time to be with family is the time he dreads the most?
All Matt Green wants for Thanksgiving is to propose to his boyfriend in the most epic way he knows-in front of their families. There’s only one catch. His boyfriend, Reed Jordan, doesn’t do family gatherings. To be honest, Reed isn’t wild about Thanksgiving, but he won’t say why.
Matt’s willing to do anything in order to get Reed to talk, but will it make the holiday perfect or or ruin all of Matt’s plans? The Harvest Moon just might be the right omen to make everything all right.

Available now at:
MLR Press: http://www.mlrbooks.com/Bookstore.php?bookid=MSHARVMN
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Harvest-Moon-Megan-Slayer-ebook/dp/B00PYVBTBY/ref=sr_1_9?ie=UTF8&qid=1416954595&sr=8-9&keywords=megan+slayer

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