Christmas Box by @MeganSlayer #contemporary #mm #gayromance #bdsm

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Christmas Box (Christmas Magic) 
by Megan Slayer
BIN: 08232-02658
Genre(s): New ReleasesRomance
Theme(s): Christmas
Series: Christmas Magic (#4)
Length: Novella

 

From Changeling Press

 

https://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=2658

 

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?

 

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

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“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?”

 

 

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Reconnecting Christmas by @meganslayer #gayromance #erotic #christmas #holiday

Reconnecting Christmas reconnectingchristmas_wd

By Megan Slayer

M/M, Contemporary, Holiday, Romance

Short Story

From MLR Press
Oliver McNamara knows exactly what he wants for the holidays—his boyfriend to come home. He wants a nice, romantic Christmas with the man he loves. Will he get his perfect present or a lump of coal on the big day?

If Bert gets his way, this will be a holiday Oliver never forgets. But…being a world famous model means Bert doesn’t always set his working hours and giving Oliver what he deserves could be impossible. Can he reconnect with the man he loves over the holidays?

Two hearts will always find a way to become one especially with a little Christmas cheer involved.

 

 

Available from MLR Press: http://www.mlrbooks.com/Bookstore.php?bookid=MSRECCHR

Available now from Amazon:  https://www.amazon.com/Reconnecting-Christmas-Seeing-Me-Book-ebook/dp/B01N1ST25O/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1483020198&sr=8-1&keywords=Reconnecting+Christmas+Megan+Slayer

Barnes and Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/reconnecting-christmas-megan-slayer/1125312220?ean=2940157606893

Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/reconnecting-christmas

 

Excerpt: ©Megan Slayer 2016, All Rights Reserved

 

Bert swatted Oliver’s rump hard. The sound echoed in the room. “I can’t wait to bury myself in it.”

“Then stop talking and do it.” He loved to tease Bert in bed. Besides, he couldn’t wait, either.

“I will.” Bet climbed onto the bed behind Oliver and straddled Oliver’s legs. He rained kisses all over Oliver’s back. Soft, sweet kisses that turned into nips and bites.

Oliver shivered and almost said, no marks, but this was a dream. Who gave a fuck if Bert left a hickey on his skin? He wanted proof he belonged to Bert and wanted that proof all over his body.

Bert stretched out along Oliver’s back and spoke in Oliver’s ear. “Ready?”

“Uh-huh. Beyond ready.” Oliver panted and tried his best to relax. Having Bert inside of him brought every sense to life and made every nerve ending tingle.

Bert slid one of his fingers between Oliver’s ass cheeks. Fire licked Oliver from within. He breathed in the scent of Bert’s cologne and savored the sound of his lover’s voice.

Passion for Bert bubbled within his heart. He needed this more than he needed his next breath.

“You’ll get it all at Gerry’s Outlet Mall,” a voice sang.

What the hell? Who said that? When Oliver glanced over his shoulder, Bert wasn’t there. The pressure on his backside had dissipated.

“Bert?” He whipped over and sat up on the bed. “Bert?” Where was his lover?

No answer. No sign Bert had even been there. No clothes on the floor or closet doors open. Nothing. He was just there…

“The finest in gold watches and silver chain…only at Gerry’s,” the voice said again. This time Oliver noticed the music.

Oliver opened his eyes. He recognized the voice—the announcer on the radio. He scrubbed both hands over his face. When he’d set his phone alarm, he must’ve also set the clock radio one without thinking about it. He swatted the clock beside the bed and groaned. So much for the dream.

He stared at the ceiling and sighed. Bert might not be there right now, but he’d be home that night. Maybe he could convince Bert to leave the party early so they could have more private time together. If things worked out, he’d be able to experience what he’d dreamed of in person. He chuckled. The perfect end to the dream was both of them coming. He could do that. Once Bert got home, he’d give his lover the best Christmas present ever—a white-hot orgasm.

 

Winter Blogfest: @MeganSlayer #contest #prizes #longandshortreviews ~ repost ~ Christmas Movies!! With @MeganSlayer #movies #christmas #writing

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I’m over at the Long and Short Reviews right now talking about my favorite Christmas movies. Come on over. Why? There are prizes to be won just for commenting!! Come on. You know you want to. 🙂 Where? Right here:

http://www.longandshortreviews.com/guest-blogs/winter-blogfest-megan-slayer-2/

 

Christmas Time with @MeganSlayer ~ the 23rd Day of Christmas ~ #christmas #onedoorcloses #onedooropens #lookingback

Christmas Tree Blog 2017

I’d learned not to look back. Focus on the future. You never know what will happen if you focus on what’s coming, not what you’ve done already. It’s good advice. You keep from dwelling on things you can’t change.

If I’ve learned anything about Christmas, it’s that when one door closes, another opens. It might not be the door you expect, but another will open.

I’ve had a publisher announce that it’s closing as of the end of this year–at least it is to new submissions. That’s a huge door closing that I hadn’t anticipated. I’m severely bummed. But…it’s forced me to look elsewhere for publishing options. I need to branch out if I want to stay with small press or even bigger press publishers. So while I might be irritated that the door closed, I’m being forced to look for open ones.

I’ve had a couple friendships end or at least fizzle. It sucks. These are some of my very best friends. I’ve confided so much in them. But in one case, I saw the person’s true colors. I’ve had to accept this person for the warts I hadn’t seen all this time. In the other case, we simply drifted, but it’s become painfully obvious to me that the friendship is in trouble. I’m sad about losing both friendships. I’m sad the lines of communication aren’t open. Devastated that I won’t have these people to talk to. But doors are opening too. I’m more willing to look at certain situations more objectively. I’m better able to see when I’m being friended to move up a ladder. It stinks, but I’m wiser.

I’ve often said there are things I would like to change in my past. Things I wish I could’ve skipped. But I can’t. That’s life. So, for this day before the day before Christmas, I’ll leave you with this… The Dance by Garth Brooks. I’m not much of  a country music fan any longer, but this song is very fitting. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bpwdwbO1uvM

Christmas Time with @MeganSlayer ~ the 22nd Day of Christmas ~ #christmas #Deadlines #iamwriting #stress

Christmas Tree Blog 2017

I got this wild idea. I’d deal with the stress of losing my cat by writing. Like, throwing myself into a story and getting lost for a while writing.

I did.

I focused on a Christmas story that’s been there for a while, but dying to come out. This book won’t be published this year. It’s not ready. The thing is, it’s been great therapy to write it. I’ve been able to focus on something other than the empty space in my life. I put words on the page or words on the computer and I don’t feel better, but I’m busy.

Trust me. This Christmas won’t be remembered for being perfect. Not by a long shot. But I will be able to look back on it and remember what I did manage to accomplish, what I cherish and maybe cherish a few more things in my life a little more.

Has this ever happened to you? You got something wonderful out of something not so wonderful? Let me know.