Friday Five with @meganslayer #writing #shortstory #supershort #prompt #findmolly #suspensestory

Do you want to write for the Friday Five? You know you do. Come on and join us. Here’s the link: http://www.longandshortreviews.com/miscellaneous-musings/friday-five-writing-prompt-challenge-for-july-16-2021-2/

It’s easy, fun and a little challenging, too. This week’s words are: green, tumble, meet, parking, concept

I’m going to get back to #findmolly this week, so here we go!

His stomach churned. The green slime on the floor of the pool smelled of death. His stomach wasn’t churning, no, it’s gone straight to tumble. It wasn’t Molly on the floor. It was Nikki, her best friend.

Where in the hell was she? He stood and fumbled with his phone, then called 911. Someone had to help him. Mostly, they needed to help Nikki. He watched the parking lot for the EMS vehicle. He wanted to be able to meet, warn and give them the story when the cops arrived as well. When he saw the flashing lights, he turned his attention back to Nikki.

“Honey? Are you okay?” He knew she wasn’t, but he had to be soothing. “Nikki?”

“Everything. Hurts.” She didn’t open her eyes and barely moved as she groaned again. “He got her.”

“Who?” He waved to the EMS, then focused on Nikki. “Who got her?” He wanted to shake her, but he had to be calm. “Nik?”

The paramedics muscled him out the way and one of the cops approached. “We need to take your story,” the cop said. “What happened and why are you out here?” The cop, Frank Miller, tipped his head. “Willy, you’re not even on the job any longer. What are you doing?”

Not on the job. What a concept. He’d forgotten about being removed from the case. Hell, he was one of the suspects in Molly’s disappearance. Always look at the spouse. But his cop instincts took over. He had to help. He had to find her.

“You need to go to the cruiser and have a seat. McMillian will talk to you.” Miller shook his head. “We’ll get to the bottom of this.”

“Yeah.” Before or after they found Molly? And who had Molly? What did Nikki mean?

Damn it.

Friday Five with @meganslayer #writing #prompt #findmolly

Join in on the writing challenge. It’s fun and you could win stuff. You could. Where can you find out more? Go here: http://www.longandshortreviews.com/miscellaneous-musings/friday-five-writing-prompt-challenge-for-june-25-2021/

This week’s words are : ally, fool, pool, revenge, tense. I’m going to go back to the saga of Willie and Molly. #findmolly

Maybe he was a fool, but he’d thought he had an ally in her sister. Now he couldn’t get answers from her. What the hell did she want? Revenge? He’d never even looked at Molly’s sister. The moment he saw Molly, he’d fallen in love. Molly was the only one who mattered.

He flexed his hands on the steering wheel. Driving so long made his hands tense. But he had to find Molly. He glanced over at his phone and reread the address listed. The city pool? What in the hell was she doing at the pool? Was she even there or was this another dead end?

He parked in the lot and made his way through the fog to the chain-link fence. He pushed aside the broken piece of fence and entered the property. Trespassing? Yes, but he had to find his wife. He inched up to the empty pool. The city drained the massive hole every October and it was already the 27th of the month.

He made his way across the sidewalk to the empty pool. His heart lodged in his throat and he slid his hand over his pistol. If she was there, then he’d rescue her, but he’d also shoot anyone else. He crept up to the edge of the pool and sucked in a ragged breath.

A rumpled form had been dumped in the deep end of the empty pool. He noticed a lock of dark hair.

Molly.

Blogging Challenge ~ Authors I Wish More People Knew About @meganslayer #authors #writers @ccdragon @jociemckade @lenaaustin #emilycarrington

This week’s post involves authors I wish other people knew about. Now this could be rather subjective. Just because I think they should have more attention doesn’t mean others agree. It also doesn’t mean other authors would think these people aren’t highlighted enough.

Here’s my list, though.

Jocie McKade – suspense/mystery, contemporary romance and all of it has a quirky bend to it. https://www.jociemckade.com/

CC Dragon – suspense/mystery with a paranormal bend, plus drag queens! If it hadn’t been for CC, I wouldn’t know what cozy mystery is. http://ccdragon.com/

Another is Emily Carrington – she writes across the romantic spectrum and her stories are hot. http://emilycarrington.com

The final one I’m choosing for now is Lena Austin. I’ve known her quite a while and love her work. Again, romance across the spectrum. Plus, she’s multifaceted. Check her out! http://www.LenaAustin.com

What about you? Who do you think I should know more about? I’m game to know!

Since you’re here, check out my latest release, Scoring in Cedarwood!

Scoring in Cedarwood by Megan Slayer

Cedarwood Pride, book 3

Contemporary LGBTQ Romance

M/M, Anal Sex, Masturbation

From Pride Publishing

Book three in the Cedarwood Pride series

Tanner Fox wasn’t sure being traded to the Cedarwood Wildcats was the right path for his life, but if Dr. Dane Bloom is part of the package, then he’ll play for keeps.

Tanner “Foxy” Fox knows he can do one thing—play baseball. His days in the outfield are numbered, but he’s a fan favorite. Everyone wants a piece of Foxy—almost everyone. The Anti-Gay Coalition wants nothing of a gay player on the town baseball team, but Tanner isn’t about to back down, especially when he lands sponsorship from the silver-fox doctor in town.

When Dr. Dane Bloom opts to sponsor the baseball team, he knows he’s going to be asked to sponsor a player. Having a younger man living in his home and invading his trust? Why not? Dane’s not wild about opening up, but when he sees Tanner, something in him shatters. He wants to get to know Tanner, beyond the Foxy façade to the man inside. Can he and the player find a way to score in Cedarwood, or will the coalition and self-doubts keep them apart?

Available from these fine etailers:

Pride Publishing: https://www.pride-publishing.com/book/scoring-in-cedarwood

Universal Link: https://books2read.com/u/4AxY2N

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07TW9P5WQ/

iTunes: https://books.apple.com/us/book/scoring-in-cedarwood/id1471687528?mt=11&ign-mpt=uo%3D4

BN: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/scoring-in-cedarwood-megan-slayer/1132306534;jsessionid=C107168F6320F8FD2DED00F216C4004D.prodny_store02-atgap12?ean=9781786518019&st=AFF&2sid=Draft2Digital_7968444_NA&sourceId=AFFDraft2Digital

Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/scoring-in-cedarwood

Google Play: https://play.google.com/store/books/details?id=Sg-gDwAAQBAJ

Favorite Food and How I Use It… with @meganslayer #food #blogchallenge #longandshortreviews

Oh boy… I’m not going to lie. I’m not a cook. I’m not. I tend to burn stuff. Like a lot. I’d love to say I make a mean____________ but it’s not true. I’m not a cook.

So instead of how I use food or whatever and how I make great…. I’m going to share this instead–a few of my biggest oops in the kitchen.

I’d decided to make brownies. You know, the kind from the recipe. Had the Hershey’s cookbook out and was going to town mixing and making. I add the salt and taste test the batter. It looked right, but man…something wasn’t right. So I added… what did I add? More salt, a little more cocoa, some sugar… it still didn’t taste right. I asked DH to try it. After making a face that I can’t even describe, he said, you have too much salt in it. Turned out, I’d added 1/4 CUP of salt, not 1/4 TEASPOON. Yeah…

Then there was the time I decided to make chocolate chip cookies. Easy, right? The recipe is on the bag! Right? What’d I do? I used butter instead of Crisco. Not terrible, but got cocky and thought I could make it by eyeballing the amount of butter. I added way too much and it was a mushy mess that became a brittle mess, then burned all to hell. Yep, fail!

I tried to make bread once. Beer bread. Had a box mix. You’d think if all you have to add is the beer… I should be able to make it. Somehow I didn’t measure the beer correctly and not only did the bread burn, but it was grossly beer-ish. Like, I expected some twang from the beer, but not really tasting it. Turned out, the recipe said one can, but I didn’t buy a regular can. I’d bought one of those bigger ones because it came as one. Yeah…

I’m not a cook. What about you? What are some of your best dishes? Or worst oopsies? Tell me I’m not the only one who just isn’t a cook.

Blogging Challenge @meganslayer #movies #books #madeintomovies

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I can’t lie. This prompt is hard. Well, it is for me. I’ve read plenty of books I’ve thought would make good movies, but I’m notoriously behind. I’ll think, this would be a good movie, then I find out it was a movie. I know. I’m behind.

Lisey’s Story comes to mind. It’s by Stephen King. I thought the book was very visual and I could see it being a movie. Now, checking IMDB, it looks like it might have been made into a movie. I don’t know. Maybe it was and was never released.

I thought Bag of Bones by Stephen King should’ve been made into a movie, then it was and had Pierce Brosnan in it. See? I’m behind the times.

The Tattooist of Auschwitz by Heather Morris might be a good one to be a movie. It’d be heartbreaking, but being visual might make more people realize the Holocaust did exist and was beyond description.

The last one for now that might be a good book to movie would be The Taster by VS Alexander. Someone who tastes the food for Hitler. Yeah… it was moving as a book and could be really something as a movie.

If I were going to have one my books made into a movie, it would have to be Resisting the Rock Star. I can see the characters on the big screen and it would be cool. But that’s me.

What about you? What are some books you think would be great as movies? Let me know.

#evernighties Thursday Blog Challenge 1/10/19 @meganslayer #evernightpub #paranormal #romance #kindle

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This week the blog topic is my earliest memory. Join me and the other #evernighties on this blog hop!

My earliest memory has to be when I was around four years old and my great grandmother passed away. I don’t remember her passing, but I do remember playing in her furniture which was left out on the front lawn. Now, slow up. Her furniture wasn’t on the front lawn for no reason. My grandmother and great aunt had decided to have an auction of her things. Her furniture was placed on the front lawn for the auction. I remember picking a ton of dandelions, which might have only been a small bouquet, but when you’re four, things seem bigger, and walking through the furniture. I made a maze out of the couch and chair situation. There’s a photo of me with my brother and great aunt out on the lawn on the sofa. It’s a weird memory and will probably make it into a book one day.

What about you? What’s your earliest memory? Share!

And since you’re here, why not check out my Evernight novella, Soft Clay!

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book 4 in the Celestial Mates series

#paranormal #romance #kindle

Celestial Mates, 4

Two souls trapped—can they find freedom in each other’s arms?

Nike, the goddess of speed, can’t move. She’s the goddess of strength and she can’t shatter her curse. The goddess of victory has lost her weapons—her shield and spear. She put her faith in a human, only to be cursed. Can another human be the key to her salvation and freedom from the clay?

Charlie needs someone who can understand him. A person to cherish him. Male or female, he doesn’t care. He’s intrigued by Nike’s statue. Call him infatuated. But she’s a statue and they don’t come to life from true love’s kiss, do they?

https://www.evernightpublishing.com/soft-clay-by-megan-slayer/

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07HZ4RKFC/

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The Life and Death of Writing with @MeganSlayer

This post was originally posted at The Romance Studio:

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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

Everyday Kinky Challenge #5

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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 (http://www.gnu.org/copyleft/fdl.html), CC-BY-SA-3.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0/) or CC BY-SA 2.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/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

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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.

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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.