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

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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

Saturday Spankings ~ Make Me by @MeganSlayer #satspanks #mfromance

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It’s time for the Saturday Spanking! This one is from a very hot anthology, Challenges. There are seven stories in this anthology and the one I’m featuring is Make Me. Each story has the premise of a challenge issued to one or more of the participants. Spanking, bondage, nipple play and menage are some of the featured themes. Enjoy this snippet of Make Me!

Seven women. Seven Challenges. What each woman gets is beyond her wildest dreams. Features my short story, Make Me.challengesbookpage

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

The 7 short story anthology is available wherever ebooks are sold and at Changeling Press!

Now for that Spank!

Copyright (c)2016 Megan Slayer, All Rights Reserved –

I gritted my teeth, but it didn’t silence the whimper. Each spank jostled the toy, sending new shivers through my body.

Another round of spanks, this time five in a row — starting from the top of my ass to the back of my thigh. I panted and balled my hands. The pain ricocheted through my body and settled as pleasure in my pussy. He speared two fingers into my cunt and smeared my juices all over my ass. The warm come on my heated flesh kicked my need up another notch. He tapped the toy, reminding me it was still there.

I whimpered, unable to stop the sound. Part of me didn’t care.
Zeke spanked me again, but this time with his fingers fucking me. God, I was so stuffed. The pain increased, but so did the pleasure. I loved being pushed to my limits. As much as I tried to hold still, I couldn’t. I writhed on his fingers and worked myself to orgasm.

I don’t know why I thought he wouldn’t notice. He did and stopped. He left me bereft. I fell out of subspace and opened my eyes.

“You liked that too much.” Open-palmed, he spanked me hard. Two swats. Enough to let me know I’d been punished and just right to bring me back to desire I couldn’t suppress.

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Saturday Spankings ~ Challenges by @MeganSlayer ~ #satspanks

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Find the other Saturday Spanks right here: http://saturdayspankings.blogspot.com/

This week I’m featuring a new but old book, the Challenges series… now all in one package! I love these short stories and I’m glad they’re all together.

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!

Here’s that spank from Make Me!

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Copyright ©2016 Megan Slayer

“Now, how should I punish you?” Zeke touched my pussy. “You’re so wet. You want to be spanked?”

My heart hammered against my ribs, and I couldn’t get enough air into my lungs. I tuned my attention to every sound he made. He loved to make me wait and anticipate what he’d do. I hated waiting.

“I can’t spank you without some decoration.” He crouched in front of me and opened his hand. I gasped. He had my favorite glittery pink jelly plug. My stomach flip-flopped.

“Nice and wet. Get it ready.”

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