Valentines and Hunky Guys… A List with @meganslayer #hunks #hotties #valentines #musicians

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I’ve been watching way too much of the Monkees lately and thinking about Valentine’s Day. I have a confession to make. I’m a sucker for at least one of the Monkees. I’ve loved them since I can remember. But this post isn’t just about my love for an oldies (Makes me gasp to say that) band… it’s about those guys who always make me smile. It’s a simple list and don’t laugh. I already know I’m a big dork and this will be an eclectic list.

So to count down to Valentine’s Day on Wednesday…here’s my list (there will be a new list tomorrow):

Daryl Hall from Hall and Oates – I want him to sing to me. IMHO, he’s aged well, too. I’ve always loved Out of Touch. In fact, I’m listening to it right now. And yes, I realize the guy is over 70.

Bryan Adams – again, the guy can sing to me. Not the Robin Hood song, but the rock ones. He got a tad rough with age, but he always had that rugged look about him. Heat of the Night will always be one of my favorites. That and Please Forgive Me.

Peter Tork from the Monkees – he can give me that goofy smile and sweetness any day.  He’s the only one I know who can wear a leopard skin suit, then change into peace beads and flowy shirts with leather, then a business suit and look good each time. He could be the pinnacle of hippie-dom, then classy and dressed up and never miss a beat.

Huey Lewis from Huey Lewis and the News – hey, the guy was big when I was a kid and I thought he was cool because he was in the Back to the Future movies. My friends and I would pretend we were ‘married’ to various musicians. Now this was before the New Kids explosion. I always either got Daryl Hall or Huey Lewis. Don’t ask me why. I don’t even remember who else was on the list for us to choose from.

Jordan Knight from New Kids on the Block – he’s the first and only celebrity I ever sent a Valentine. I decorated my Valentine’s Day box one year with New Kids pictures. Back in the day, I actually thought he’d reply to my letter. I was wrong.

Billy Joel in the 80s – yes, I thought he was handsome when he finally got a decent haircut. He writes music for the chicks in his life. Yeah, sign me up.

George Harrison and Paul McCartney from the Beatles – I was raised in a household where my folks played music, most of the time on LP. I was weaned on the greats like the Beatles from a young age. I always thought Paul was dreamy, but had a soft spot for George because, even as a teen, I thought he was misunderstood.

I told you this would be a strange list. I’m guessing you’ve probably got a few you’d rather forget, even if they were once on your hottie list. Let me know. I’m game.

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Saturday Seven with @meganslayer #special #edition #lovesongs #saturday7

Since this week is Valentine’s Day, I thought I’d pre-empt my theme of actors and actresses. I’m going to focus on my favorite seven love songs. Some of these might not be your idea of love songs, but they’re mine. Add yours in the comments. Grin. I’m always interested in new tunes.

In no particular order…

7. Moonlight Serenade by the Glenn Miller Orchestra – https://youtu.be/8TB_8H23EDI – it’s smooth, beautiful and reminds me of dancing in the dark.

6.  Dream a Little Dream of Me by Mama Cass – https://youtu.be/wahujVWNy_c  – I’ve always been a sucker for this song. I love Mama Cass and her heartfelt rendition always breaks my heart just a little.

5.  Lovesong by the Cure – https://youtu.be/hXCKLJGLENs – It’s the Cure. It’s heartfelt and I love it.

4. In Your Eyes by Peter Gabriel – https://youtu.be/kU8OJAOMbPg – I think of John Cusack every time. I kind of want to have a guy blasting this on his boom box, but then I second guess.

3. Gary Allan – Smoke Rings in the Dark – https://youtu.be/lYdXesvlGyU  – this song introduced me to Gary Allan. He’s handsome and the way he sings this song about love gone wrong…I don’t know. It’s just my kind of love song.

2. Gary Allan – Putting My Misery On Display – https://youtu.be/lNfD23Lr0zY – I think it’s the guitar portion at the end. It’s not a traditional lovey-dovey kind of song, but IMHO it’s darn sexy.

1. In the Midnight Hour by Wilson Pickett – https://youtu.be/5KFYUJ63nk8 – it’s the sax in the middle. There’s just something about it. Shivers.

Honorable Mentions:

She’s Got a Way by Billy Joel

Something by the Beatles

Can You Feel the Love Tonight by Elton John

Sacrifice by Elton John

Okay I could probably have a whole second list. Shrugs. I also listened to every one of these on youtube while looking for the links. I couldn’t NOT listen to them. I’m waiting for your suggestions. I need more tunes for my playlists!! And Go!

Writing What You Know with @meganslayer #erotic #homelife #cedarwoodseries #SNDSBlog

I’ve tried for the most part to write what I know. I don’t know any vampires or 1802906werewolves, but hey, imagination is a good thing, right?

One of the things I’d like to think I know a lot about is home life. Being a parent, dog parent and such. I’m not saying I’m the best. Far from it. I’m pretty sure the cats believe the house is theirs and I’m simply the housekeeper/food dispenser.

But being a parent has bled into my work. My tot runs cross country, so of course, that’s shown up in my work. The cats think they should watch…everything. Yeah, it’s played into the books. My lousy attempts at cooking? You guessed it. Art teachers and teachers in general…yep. Same thing.

So as I’m writing this post, I’m doing my best pet parenting. See, the dog had glaucoma that got out of control. I had no idea this sort of thing happened. Anyway, because the glaucoma couldn’t be controlled, she had to have her eye removed. Now with people, you can tell them, don’t scratch that. The stitches won’t heal if you pick at them. Dogs don’t understand that. They need those horrible cones to keep them from digging into their various issues. My dog HATES that cone. I hate putting it on her. She’s only got one eye and now I’m putting this huge thing that bonks into everything on her head. Seems unfair. So instead of keeping the cone on her, I’ve been spending my time next to her. If I have an eye on her, she’s not picking at the stitches. It’s a pretty good plan.

And I think this event will end up in a book. I know I’m not the only pet parent who’s had a dog with an eye removed. It’s a trial and tough, but we’re getting through it. I can see a character having the same issues–except maybe with a new relationship, too. Yeah, and the town of Cedarwood seems like the best place to set this story. What do you think? Read any of my Cedarwood, single gay father, books? Then chime in. If you haven’t read them, then why not? Grin.

You can find this post over at the Sweet ‘n Sexy Divas and Dudes Blog, too: https://sweetnsexydivas.blogspot.com/2018/02/writing-what-you-know-with-meganslayer.html

Constant by @MeganSlayer ~ #gayromance #bdsm #erotic #NSFW #excerpt #pridepublishing #gay

Constant by Megan Slayer constant_pride_exlarge_PNG-180x288

M/M, Anal Sex, Spanking, Knife Play, BDSM, Bondage

Novella

Pride Publishing

He demands his submissive’s body and soul…but can he accept his sub’s heart?

Roddy Green never planned to fall in love and certainly not with his Dom, but every time he goes into Darkness, a fetish club, he falls for Vegas all over again. Being in love isn’t the same as being loved in return. Vegas is there to do a job—not to build a romance. But what if the main constant in Roddy’s life is also the one person he can’t live without?

Andrew Vegas knows his job. He’s a Dom. But there is more than one side to him and he’s tired of keeping the other parts of him hidden. One man makes him feel safe and comfortable enough to open up—his pet, Roddy. But will Roddy, the producer of a local news broadcast, want to be with a man with secrets?

Reader Advisory: This book contains references to light knifeplay.

Publisher’s Note: This book contains characters who also appear in Permanent.

General Release Date: 21st July 2015

 

Available from these fine retailers:

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BN: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/constant-megan-slayer/1122296329?ean=9781784306380

 

Excerpt:

©Megan Slayer, 2015, All Rights Reserved

“You’re ready for this form of play.” He slapped Roddy hard on the ass with his bare hand. He slid his middle finger between Roddy’s ass cheeks. “Who does this belong to?”

“You, Sir,” Roddy answered. He held his reservations in check. Master Vegas had said the word play. Not love, not romance or desire. Just play. He shouldn’t have hinged his hopes on Master Vegas wanting him in a romantic way.

“You belong to me. Say it again.” Master Vegas punctuated his words with flat-handed spanks on Roddy’s butt. He tapped Roddy’s asshole on the last word.

“You, Sir.” He flexed his hole, ready to allow Master Vegas into his body. The toys and masturbation weren’t enough. He needed a real man.

“Good, pet.” Master Vegas dribbled chilly lube down the crack of Roddy’s butt. He continued tapping Roddy’s hole. “How much do you want me here?”

“I crave you, Sir.” At least he’d been honest. He pressed his face into the warm leather. “Please, Sir? Fuck me.” He wanted his Sir in his ass right now. Needed him. Couldn’t wait another minute.

“You expect a lot.” Master Vegas caressed his middle finger over Roddy’s hole, then eased inside. He pushed past the tight ring of muscle until he buried himself two knuckles deep.

Holy shit. Roddy wanted to thrust. Every instinct told him to ride Master Vegas’ middle finger. Instead, he held back. He wasn’t in control.

“Good, pet. You’re withholding for me. Pleasing me.”

 

Some Things Just…Have to Be Said @meganslayer #metoo #notsilent

Old_book_bindings 1I try not to rock the boat much. That sounds strange since I’m loud and I like to laugh a lot. But the thing is, when something happens to me, really happens and gets me to my core…I try to bury it. I will talk about whatever it was to certain people, but most of it I bury. Deep.

I’ve had a couple of #metoo moments. I think most every woman does. I’m not gorgeous and I wasn’t the kind of girl to bring attention to myself.

When I was in high school, there was a guy I liked. He never paid me much attention because well, I wasn’t cool. I wasn’t the girl everyone wanted to know. I knew most everyone, but they didn’t pay me any mind. But I was smart. Not Mayim Bialik smart, but I was in the AP classes. One day, this guy–who paid me almost no attention other than to deface my yearbook as he labeled girls in our grade with derogatory terms–asked me for help in math. Me, being naive and happy to help, decided to go to his house. I had no idea his parents weren’t home. We were freshmen in high school. Nothing bad would come of it. Right? Except something bad happened. We worked on two math problems, then he told me to come with him to the living room. I did. He kissed me. I was shocked he did. I wasn’t cool, popular or even pretty. I hadn’t come into my own. But I was a body. He kept kissing me and eventually stuck his hands down my shorts. It felt wrong, but I didn’t say anything. I kept my mouth shut, but once I got a chance to go, I did. I got on my bike and rode the hell out of there. I ended up taking a shower and wishing it had never happened. I didn’t say anything to anyone. I stayed away from him at school and tried to not be seen. I was ashamed. Still am, to be honest. I hadn’t wanted anyone to know I didn’t stop him. I should’ve.

Needless to say, I didn’t let myself be alone with anyone male for a long time. I went to college and sorted my life out. The shame I felt and still feel is real.  I hope by telling my story it helps someone else feel a little less shame. I still struggle with it. I still think about that day and how I felt. I still wonder why I didn’t stop him. My only answer is that it was 1995 and talking about this kind of thing wasn’t popular. You didn’t do talk or make waves–at least you didn’t where I came from.

I can talk about it now. I wish I hadn’t gone through that incident, but I did. It made me stronger and more cautious. Made me look at people through a different filter.

It’s probably why I decided to follow my heart and write romance. I wanted to give the characters a happy ending–one without the memories I have. I’d like to think I’ve healed a little and grown. After all, I’ve got hope.