Thursday Flicks with @meganslayer ~ Hemingway: a film by Ken Burns #movies

I had high hopes when I saw this would be on PBS. I love the films of Ken Burns and didn’t know much about Hemingway, so I thought this would be a great introduction to the author. Sadly, I didn’t get past the second episode. I’m all for the first episode because it taught me about the author, but the second one featured too much death and the killing of animals. I understand that’s what made him who he was, but it didn’t have to be so violent or stomach churning. Sorry. I couldn’t stomach it. Maybe someone else can, but not me.

Explore the painstaking process through which Hemingway created some of the most important works of fiction in American letters.

Friday Five with @meganslayer #writingprompt #writing #serial #shortstory

ego, pier, freight, pace, solo

Kaz, one of the custodians, knocked on the door, jarring Mac from the tender moment. Kaz fluttered a piece of paper. “I’ve got your order, Sid. Here’s the packing slip.” He shoved the page into Sid’s hands. “Got a new haircut?”

“I did.” Sid accepted the paper. “Which order is this?”

Mac sat on the first student desk. Kaz was a great person and so helpful, but the man had awful timing.

“The new textbook order. Got them all this morning. Big ole freight order. Too me three hours on the pier to go through it and separate them. Had to do it solo, too.” Kaz shook his head. “Teddy’s out sick and they sent Nick to the elementary building for the day. Let me shorthanded, but I wanted you all to get the books in time.”

“I see.” Sid sighed. “Are the books on the dolly?”

“You’ve got ten boxes, so it’ll take two trips,” Kaz said. “I hear you’ve got until Monday to get them numbered according to the system and logged into the spreadsheets.”

“I’ll help him.” Mac hadn’t ordered or been given the orders to buy new text books. “Won’t take long.”

“Then here you go.” Kaz brought in the first dolly of books, left the boxes on the floor, then returned with the second stack. “Good luck.”

“Thanks.” Sid waved.

Mac said nothing. He wanted Kaz to go. Every time he tried to say something to Sid and make some progress, something got in the way. The meeting, the planning, people walking in. It seemed sometimes like the cosmos didn’t want Mac to make time with Sid.

“Well…” Sid’s shoulders sagged and he stared at Mac. “You’re really going to help me?”

“Of course. If one of us writes the numbers and the other records, we should get them done in a timely manner. If we pace ourselves, we should get this knocked out in an hour and a half.” Mac took the clipboard from on top of the second stack of boxes. “Ready?”

“Sure.” Sid grabbed a pencil. “I’ll start in something we can erase–in the event I make a mistake.”

“You won’t.” Sid might not be mechanically inclined, but he was meticulous in his record keeping. Mac had seen that firsthand. “Ready?”

“You’re going to inflate my ego by saying such things.” Sid blushed. “I’m ready.”

“Okay…” Mac looked over the sheets. “We start with A-100 in box A. Where’s box A? The bottom?”

“Um…” Sid rounded the desk and bumped into Mac. “Sorry.” He tapped the packing labels on each box. “It’s on top.”

“Don’t be sorry.” Mac paused. He had to say this now. “I meant what I said. I’d like to go on a date with you.”

“You would?” Sid dropped the pencil. “Mac?”

“I would. How about you get your bank run finished? I’ll organize this so when you come back, all we have to do is write numbers. Then we can go for coffee and have a date?”

Sid picked up the pencil and grinned. “I’d like that.”

“Then get going,” Mac said. “The faster you get back, the faster we get this done, but don’t rush. I’ll still be here.”

“I will.”

Friday Five with @meganslayer #writing #prompt #storystarter

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This week’s words are X-ray, fire, style, fate, wire. Here we go.

He should’ve known the hand of fate would swat at him, cat-like that evening. He should’ve known that wire wouldn’t be something simple or unattached. But he’d grabbed it–just his style. He saw the wire, thought it was a vine and pulled. Was it unattached? No. The stupid wire HAD to be part of the cable lines and tangled up with other wires. What did he know about wires? What did he know about electricity? Or projectile objects… The wire moved, the sparks shot out of the empty socket, then the rake flew in the explosion and all of the sudden, his lights went out.

He sat on the gurney and groaned. Not only had the house caught fire from him yanking that wire, but now he needed an X-ray. He’d managed to impale himself with the heavy tines of the garden rake. The cable wire had been tangled up with a fallen electrical wire and now he had no house, a bloodied leg and no insurance.

Go figure.

Thursday Flicks with @meganslayer ~ RIPD #movies #review #suggestions

I can’t lie. I picked this up because of Ryan Reynolds. I rather like watching him in films and thought this one might be fun. It’s interesting, but sad and funny at times. I understood Nick (Reynolds) being upset, being he’s just been killed. I liked the idea that they come back and help the living by getting rid of the riffraff dead (monsters), but I wasn’t a fan of him having to die in the first place. Not in the way it happened. The special effects are a tad dated (it was made in 2013, so it should be a bit dated), but it’s a good enough view. Check it out.

A recently slain cop joins a team of undead police officers working for the Rest in Peace Department and tries to find the man who murdered him.

Thursday Flicks with @meganslayer ~ Aquaman #movies #reviews

I have all kinds of issues with this movie. From the beginning, it threw me off that Aquaman’s mother was such a savage, but okay, so maybe she was dealing with the climate change from water to land. But then there’s the fight where she’s holding the tyke, then starts fighting the forces wanting to take her back. She goes from barefooted to shoes. When did she get the shoes? Yes, this ripped me right out of enjoying the film. And then there’s Mera. How in the heck is she fighting and swimming with high heeled boots on? Wouldn’t it be better for a race that lives in the water to have wetsuit type shoes? Yes, this bothered me. I’m sure this might be a good movie, but these things took me right out of enjoying it.

Arthur Curry, the human-born heir to the underwater kingdom of Atlantis, goes on a quest to prevent a war between the worlds of ocean and land.

Thursday Flicks with @Meganslayer ~ Gangster Squad #movie

This was an interesting movie, but man, was it bloody and violent. I knew it would be a bit of a smash ’em up because it’s gangsters and danger and illegal, but man… I also had a hard time believing Ryan Gosling was a tough guy with that voice. He just didn’t strike a strong man tone with me. But everyone’s opinion will be different.

It’s 1949 Los Angeles, the city is run by gangsters and a malicious mobster, Mickey Cohen. Determined to end the corruption, John O’Mara assembles a team of cops, ready to take down the ruthless leader and restore peace to the city.

Thursday Flicks with @meganslayer ~ Woman in Gold #movie #whatimwatching

A fascinating movie about a woman who wanted to get her property back. I love the work of Klimt and had no idea this painting was among those stolen by the Nazis. It’s an interesting look at how hard it is to get back what was taken and how one action can have an equal and opposite reaction.

Maria Altmann, an octogenarian Jewish refugee, takes on the Austrian government to recover artwork she believes rightfully belongs to her family.

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Christmas Box by @meganslayer #romance #gay #gayromance #pnr #christmas @changelingpress

Christmas Box by Megan Slayer

Christmas Magic (#4)

BIN – 08232-02658

Genre: Romance, Paranormal, LGBTQ, Gay, BDSM

Theme: Christmas

From Changeling Press

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?

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

“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?”

Wrapped Around by @meganslayer #romance #gay #gayromance #christmas @changelingpress #PNR

White Hot Christmas: Wrapped Around

Megan Slayer

Luc loves his role fronting the band Glow. He loves the adoration of the fans, the energy in the crowd, but it’s Christmas. No one likes a Christmas alone.

Taygan’s free spirit resists taming — except when it comes to Luc. Luc’s one hundred percent human. Taygan is all air elemental. He needs his space and freedom, but he’ll do whatever it takes to make Luc happy, including giving up his space and freedom to make Luc’s holiday one he’ll never forget — complete with the real Santa, peppermint candy, and lots of hot sex.

Available in the A Changeling For All Seasons 5 Box Set $5.99/Sale Price: $5.09

Eleven tales of Christmas Magic from your favorite Changeling authors…

Genre(s): Paranormal, Urban Fantasy, New Releases, Romance
Theme(s): Shapeshifters (Other), Magic, Christmas, Elves, Dragons & Magical Creatures
Series: Changeling Seasons (#5)
Length: Collection
Page Count: 243

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Excerpt from Wrapped Around, Glow Band book 1.5:

©Megan Slayer, 2011, All Rights Reserved

Finally. Taygan gripped the back of Santa’s oversized chair. Trust Luc to take his sweet time getting to the party. He’d probably spent the extra time basking in the cheers from the crowd. The man was a ham when he wanted to be — loving the spotlight and the praise. For a moment Taygan could’ve sworn Luc saw him. Just as fast, he noticed Luc’s frown. He wasn’t seeing much of anything and probably didn’t want to be there. Fine. Tay would give him a reason to stick around.

“See him?” Taygan whispered from his position behind the chair. “The one with the dark hair and grimace?”

Santa nodded. “I see him. I’m on borrowed time, here, so let’s keep this moving. What are you and Atria planning?”

“That’s who I want for Christmas. Him, true love, and my heart back. It’s all one gigantic, candy-cane-colored present.” Taygan brushed his hand over his mouth. He could still feel the tingle from Luc’s kiss on his lips… a kiss from six months prior. He missed his lover. Missed Luc.

Taygan crouched behind the chair and watched Luc. The man moved with grace and certainty as he crossed the room. The leather pants encasing his tapered legs left nothing to the imagination. The shirt, a nice, tight T-shirt with Cheer emblazoned on the front, curved around the chiseled planes of his chest. Tay’s cock twitched. He moved his hand over the bulge in his jeans. Just another chance, that’s what he needed. A chance to show Luc he cared.

“Just so you know, I am not sitting on your lap.” Luc cocked his hip and folded his arms. “Not my kind of fetish.”

“Fetish? Okay… Merry Christmas, Lucian,” Santa boomed from his seat. “What would you like for Christmas?”

“A good night’s sleep.” Luc dropped his arms and tilted his head. “That’s what I want.”

“Why?” Taygan asked from his position. Shit. Shouldn’t have said anything. He gritted his teeth and prayed Santa would catch the goof-up and save him.

“You can help yourself to a good night’s sleep,” Santa replied. “Medicines, warm milk, exercise… I’m sure they’d get you what you want more than I can.”

“Are you the real Santa?” Luc challenged.

“I am.”

“Then I want a good night’s rest. Not another night where I’m tossing and turning begging for sleep. You see, it’s rather cyclical.”

“Cyclical?” Santa asked and leaned back in his seat.

Taygan suppressed a snicker. He loved it when Luc used fifty-cent words and got scholarly.

Luc sighed. “I used to sleep like a baby. I had the love of my life in my arms. He got me, and I loved him. Things were… the best. And then the shit hit the fan. His element couldn’t be contained. I knew, but fuck. Love meant I should’ve let him go, right? I did. And now my boring old human ass can’t sleep. I worry about him. He doesn’t love me, and I accept it, but can I at least know he’s happy and safe? You do that, tell me that, and I’ll get that night of sleep I want.”

“Tall order, what you want.” Santa kicked the base of the chair. “Go to suite 511. Your present awaits.”

“You’ve lost your mind.” Luc turned away, shaking his head. “Just leave me alone.”

“You’re very angry for a man who makes millions of people happy.”

“You would be, too, if the love of your life said he needed space and fucking vanished.” Luc’s shoulders slumped but he didn’t turn around. The truth in Luc’s words squeezed tight around Taygan’s heart. He’d gone about what he saw as a temporary split totally wrong and he knew it.

Santa stood and put his hand on Luc’s shoulder. “Luc?”

“What?” Luc turned slowly. “What did you say?”

“Trust me. Give into the spirit of the holiday and have some faith.” Santa nodded. “Go to the room. I’ve got things to do that have nothing to do with you and a lot to do with rewarding those who’ve been good all year.”

Without bothering to eavesdrop on Luc’s response, Taygan left his post behind the chair and scurried to the room. So far things were going according to plan, but Luc’s words cut him deep. The no-strings affair he thought they had wasn’t at all what Luc wanted. Deep in his heart, Tay didn’t want the carefree relationship any longer. He wanted love and adoration from Luc. But first he had to re-earn it.