The Life and Death of Writing with @MeganSlayer

This post was originally posted at The Romance Studio:

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


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

Or at Resplendence Publishing:–merging-their-roar-sanctuary-series-book-eight-by-megan-slayer.html


Everyday Kinky Challenge #5


Time for the kinky challenge. I know, this week is a two-fer. Shrug. Things got out of hand last week, but they’re back in order this one. Plus, I couldn’t skip out on the challenge. Enjoy February and the books!Old book bindings

By Tom Murphy VII (Own work) [GFDL (, CC-BY-SA-3.0 ( or CC BY-SA 2.0 (], via Wikimedia Commons

©Megan Slayer, 2017 All Rights Reserved – Do Not Copy or Redistribute Without Written Consent

I love big books. I know. You’re expecting me to say I can not lie. Well, I can’t, but I do love big books. I love the smell, the feel of the crinkled pages and the artwork in many of them.

My boyfriend approached me yesterday with a new book. I’d never seen it before. The binding was cracked and the pages dog-eared. I wanted to pounce on it and leaf through to see what secrets it held.

He yanked the book away from me. “Not yet.”

I stuck my lip out. Damn it. “What do you want?” I didn’t have to ask. I knew. This was our game.

“You can have the book for… a blowjob.”

I dropped to my knees in front of him. Did I mention books were my weakness? They were. So is my boyfriend. I fumbled with his pants and unzipped him, then withdrew his dick from his jeans. He widened his stance and groaned.

“Yeah.” He put the book on the table behind him, then threaded his fingers into my hair. “Yes.”

I sucked him between my lips. I’m sorry. I wasn’t about to use finesse right now. I licked and slurped on his cock, loving the way he throbbed in my mouth. He rammed his dick against the back of my throat and pulled on my hair. I didn’t mind. I buried my nose in his pubic hair and swallowed.

“Jesus, yes.” His grasp on my hair tightened.

I knew it wouldn’t be long now. I love my boyfriend, but he never takes long to come when I go down on him. Some women wouldn’t appreciate that. I like it because we can get down to round two faster. I allowed him to thrust into my mouth until the shivers started. He grunted and when I glanced up at his face, he’d closed his eyes. Yep, not long now.

He lurched forward and spilled his seed in my mouth. I swallowed what he’d given me and allowed him to slide between my lips a few more times as the orgasm subsided.

“Damn.” He let go of my hair and moaned. “You win. The book is yours.” He sank onto the floor in front of me. “But.” He curled his fingers under my chin. “When you read it, you’ve got to be naked.”

I tipped my head to the side. “Why?”

“If you’re going to read the Kama Sutra, you should be naked so we can try out the positions.” He grinned. “Right?”

A vintage copy of the Kama Sutra. Damn, I loved that man. “Deal.”

Everyday Kinky Challenge #4


It’s time for the Kinky Challenge. I love these and hope you do, too.

This week features the drawing below. What do you make of it? I’ve got a few ideas. This one’s the last of the January art theme. Enjoy!

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Kenyon Cox [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

©Megan Slayer, 2017 All Rights Reserved – Do Not Copy or Redistribute Without Written Consent

He asked me to pose. I’m not good about being naked. Hell, if I had my way, I’d be clothed all of the time. It’s not that I don’t like being nude. It’s my insecurities. Yeah, I’ve got a few. But he begged and said he needed the drawing for his project. Who am I to argue?

I stripped out of my robe and sat on the block in the drawing room. Did you think we did this at the house? Oh, no. If he was going to draw me, he had to go all the way. No silly posing at home. Nope. This was going to be in the middle of the art wing of the college. Sure, he’d picked an empty room, but there was nothing empty about the crowd outside.

I sat on the blocks and propped the book on my lap. At least I could look down instead of at him or the bank of windows in front of me.

My heart raced. I should be scared and worried. I was naked for anyone who walked past the windows to see. But oddly enough, I wasn’t. My skin tingled and my pussy creamed. Holy fuck. Did I like this? Like being on display? I shivered and hoped he hadn’t seen me move. My nipples tightened and I had to force myself to keep my breathing level. He hadn’t touched me, but knowing I was on display turned me on.

He seemed to take forever with that drawing. I don’t know how long I sat there, but it was an eternity in my eyes. With charcoal smudged on his hands, wrists, arms and face, he abandoned the drawing and crossed the room to where I sat.

“You like being the center of attention, don’t you?”

I couldn’t lie. “I did.” My insecurities melted away for the length of time he drew me.

“Got you all wet, didn’t it? Knowing anyone could see you? You were so turned on.”

“Uh-huh.” I panted. Fucking hell, he had me on edge.

“Then come with me into the dressing room. There’s enough room for two and I can make love to my Aphrodite.”

He knew me. I couldn’t say no. I’m glad I didn’t. Ever since then, I’ve become the subject of many a drawing in many classes and my man is always happy afterward.

Everyday Kinky Challenge #2

everyday-kinky-challenge-artThis week’s challenge involves art just like last week. I’m an artsy kind of girl and hey, clay does involve some kinky stuff.  Here’s the second Kinky Challenge.


By User Einarspetz on sv.wikipedia [GFDL ( or CC-BY-SA-3.0 (], via Wikimedia Commons

And now for that challenge… And remember:

©Megan Slayer, 2016, All Rights Reserved, Please Do Not Copy or Redistribute Without Written Permission

Clay is such a messy thing, especially on the wheel. The sloppy mess gets on everything. Shoes, clothes, hair, skin… Did I mention it’s everywhere?

I finished my latest attempt at a vase and stopped the wheel. The vase looked more like a contorted, saggy organ than something to put flowers in. I knew where I’d made my mistake. The walls were too thin. I don’t know how I always managed to screw up, but every one of my attempts came out the same–saggy and looking awful.

“It’s a little wobbly.” Evan stopped beside me. “Could use some work.”

“Don’t I know it.” I sighed. Work… I’d done plenty of working. What I needed was to give up. “I don’t know. I don’t think I’m cut out for pottery wheels and throwing clay.” I hated to give up on my goal to learn how to throw clay and work a pottery wheel, but sometimes I also needed to know when to throw in the towel.

Evan sat behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. He rested his chin on my shoulder. My heart hammered. Was this going to be a Ghost moment? Part of me hoped not because it was so cliche, but the rest of me…maybe I wanted it more than I’d realized.

His chin dug into my shoulder. “You shouldn’t give up. Never. But what you should do is let that pot dry. It’s not as awful as you think.”

“Are you kidding?”

“Nope.” He swatted my thigh. “I believe my boy deserves punishment. You’ve let your self-esteem and pride get the better of you.”

I shivered. Oh boy. He knew how to get me back in line. “Yes, sir.” I didn’t have to give my safe word or permission to play. I knew what he wanted and I wanted it more.

“Let the pot dry. Now strip down and wait on the bed with your ass in the air. My boy needs a few swats to remind him he’s got lots of worth.”

I couldn’t leave the seat or the basement fast enough. My ass tingled from the anticipation. “Thank you, sir.” I sprinted up the stairs. My ass, his pleasure…and mine, too.


Sunday Snogging ~ Challenges by @MeganSlayer ~ #sundaysnog


Find the other Sunday Snogs here:

It’s time for the Sunday Snog and this week, I’m featuring my new box set, Challenges. Check it out!!

Seven women. Seven Challenges. What each woman gets is beyond her wildest dreams.ms_challenges_xl

Make Me: A crop, some rope, a sweet little plug… just what she wants, and all she had to say was “Make me.”

Show Me: Calen’s issued a challenge — her naked before the wall of windows in their sixth floor apartment. Will Elisha please her master or walk away forever?

Take Me: Talia wants nothing more than to shirk her duties on the set of her latest movie so she can be with her heartthrob husband. But she never expected him to kidnap her… or did she?

Watch Me: Kacey and Marc’s lives changed the moment the hunk moves in next door. Will they be willing to make all their fantasies reality, or will they have to live with the view through the window?

Film Me: Jinx has been around the world of adult films for more than five years. Leading man Wes Long challenges Jinx for more. He’ll accept nothing less than her total submission — on and off the set.

Capture Me: Dolly makes her living posing for pinup shots. She’s got the look — the tats, the piercings — but she’s not a size two. Some guys love a wicked hot challenge.

Caught Me: Trick’s offered his girl a challenge — simple, easy, and sure to be decadent. He’s going to make her wildest dreams come true.

Publisher’s Note: Challenges (Box Set) contains the previously published novellas Make Me, Show Me, Take Me, Watch Me, Film Me, Capture Me, and Caught Me.

Available from Changeling Press and AllRomance Ebooks!

Now for that snog!!!

All rights reserved.
Copyright ©2016 Megan Slayer
Excerpt from Make Me

I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, just floated.

Zeke removed the plug and lowered me to my knees. Before I realized what he’d done, he removed the spreader bar and unlocked the handcuffs. I sagged into a sitting position. The room still spun a bit on its axis. Everything throbbed with the perfect ache of rough lovemaking.

I don’t know what he did with the bar or cuffs or the toy for that matter, but when he took me in his arms I snuggled against his sweat-slickened chest. Zeke placed me on the bed.

With careful hands, he unfastened the clamps and kissed my breasts. My ass burned against the cool sheets.

“Sit up, love.” Albeit with help, I moved into position. Zeke unwound the rope and licked a path over the indentations in my skin.

I shivered.

“I’ll cover you in a moment.” He heaved the rope onto the floor, then pulled the comforter over our bodies. I snuggled into his side and closed my eyes. Thoroughly used up, I couldn’t wait to fall asleep in his arms.

A thought crossed my mind. My necklace. For a moment I wondered if they’d fallen off or broken when we fooled around. I touched my throat where the pearls rested.

“Do you like your anniversary present?”

“Yes.” I rolled the beads between my fingers. “Just what I always wanted.”

“Better than sex? My making you behave?”

I smirked and rested my head on his chest. “The whole night was the best present ever.”

Everyday Kinky Challenge #2 with @MeganSlayer

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By Photo: Andreas Praefcke (Own work (own photograph))

[Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons


It’s Everyday Kinky time!! Yeah! Grin. Hmm….where shall I run with the above picture? Hee hee. Read on!

Decoration, Copyright 2016, Megan Slayer

I’m not a girly man, so when my boyfriend sent me a text saying there was a present at the house and I opened the box to find thid crown…I was shocked. I said, I’m not a girly man. Hell. I’ve got more tattoos than a lot of tattoo artists. What in the name of God did he want me to do with the damn crown?

Garrison walked in the door and rested his hands on his hips. He scowled at me. “You’re not wearing the crown.”

I bit back a groan. Shit. I’m horrible at remembering things and this was a biggie. Our anniversary. Garrison wanted to celebrate the date we’d met.

“I asked you to wear my present and nothing else.” He crooked one eyebrow. “Well?”

Did I mention my boyfriend is a faery? Yeah, he is and his forte is beautiful things. He’d created this crown just for me. I bowed my head. “Yes, sir.” I whipped my shirt up over my head, then shoved my jeans and boxers to the floor. I’d do anything for my faery–even wear his crown on my dick. I draped the ring of jewels on my cock, then stood tall. “I’m ready, sir.”

“Yes you are. Happy anniversary to us.”

I shivered in anticipation. Yes, we were going to have the best anniversary yet…even if I forgot about it for a moment.