Christmas Box (Christmas Magic)
|by Megan Slayer|
|Genre(s): New Releases, Romance|
|Series: Christmas Magic (#4)|
From Changeling Press
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)
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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?
Each November, I get a crazy burr in my bonnet and decide to take part in NaNo. You might wonder what NaNo is. It’s National Novel Writing Month – NaNoWriMo or NaNo for short. You can find out more here: https://nanowrimo.org 30 days of writing your heart out to get to fifty thousand words and hopefully a finished novel. The idea is to just write. Get the words down. Don’t worry about editing it–that’s for December and beyond. If you reach 50k, then you’re a winner. You have to validate the word count, but yay! If not, then ya know…it happens.
I try NaNo every year. I think it’s my sick fascination with trying to get those words down. Plus, I’m crazy and need that deadline.
But there are struggles with this goal. There is the constant struggle of getting the words down. I’ve had outlines and things written out, but can’t always find the time to get the words into the computer. I get down on myself because I know what I have to do and how to do it, but the words may or may not come.
Then there’s the pressure of seeing your friends winning at the goal. The whole idea is to win. Duh. But sometimes I get down on myself because I see others finishing ahead of me and I feel like I’m not doing well enough because I can’t keep up. That’s silly because if the words are there, it shouldn’t matter how fast I get them down. Truthfully, the hardest part is just surviving. #IwillsurviveNaNo
Then there’s the cheating. I don’t mean cheating by using old words to win. Nope. I mean cheating by not writing the whole 50k for ONE book. I’m guilty of that. I’ll use the goal for 50k to finish one or two shorter books I need to complete. Am I bad? Probably. I don’t mind. I know I’ll get those books done. I’ve done full-length 50k stories during NaNo, but I’m bad and don’t do it that way every year.
What about you? Do you NaNo? Do you do something else? Want to be friends on the NaNo site? Find me and friend me 🙂 https://nanowrimo.org/participants/wendi-zwaduk
Now a little bit about the story I wrote last year for NaNo:
Wild Card by Megan Slayer
A What’s His Passion Novel
From Pride Publishing
M/M, Anal Sex, Multiple Partners, Voyeurism
Contemporary Erotic Gay Romance
Following his heart and passion will be his biggest role of all.
Kris Hunter wants out. He’s done pornographic films for the last six years. The pay’s been good, but his creativity is nearly dead. His passion is to act and to be a star on the big screen in mainstream films. When he auditions for famed casting director, Zayn Mason, he’s convinced he’s on the right path. He doesn’t want to take the casting couch route to success, but he certainly wants Zayn in his bed. Can he follow his dreams and the man he desires or will forces beyond his control derail his progress?
Zayn Mason sees the potential in Kris. As a casting director, he looks for the right actor to fill the roles in movies. He’s seen plenty of talent come and go, but no one stirs his soul both creatively and physically like Kris. But Zayn knows the pitfalls of the movie industry. Crossing over from porn isn’t easy and Hollywood isn’t always forgiving. Besides, he’s got demons of his own. Can these men get beyond their pasts and find a future together under the bright lights of the silver screen?
Reader Advisory: This book contains scenes of voyeurism and intimacy with multiple partners.
Available From Pride Publishing: https://www.pride-publishing.com/book/wild-card
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When I was a kid, I LOVED the radio. I know, odd way to start a blog post that talks about turning me on, then I mention being a kid. I’ll get there. Go with me.
I loved the radio. I’d sit right next to the speaker to figure out all of the different parts of the songs. The top forty countdown was one of my staples. I knew all of the songs on the list and even the ones that weren’t my favorites. I still remember them. Not the order of the countdowns, but when I hear the songs, I know them. Those songs take me back and remind me of times in my life. Dances, trips, visits to places, kisses…you get it.
So now to the title of this post. When I hear those songs, even from way back, they remind me of stuff I’ve been through. They also bring characters to mind. I hadn’t really thought about it before until I was in the Wrangler listening to the radio. My tastes are a tad different than back then, but the 90’s channel is still a favorite. Anyway, I was listening and a pair of characters came to mind. Their whole story spilled out. Then the next song made up another part of their tale. Now had I not been driving, I would’ve jotted all of this down. But I did manage to memorize the songs. I wrote those down when I got to my destination. The next time I heard the tunes, the story came back. I knew when the sex scenes should be, the break-up and everything. I’m currently working on the story as I write this post. But it’s not done.
Are there song that take you right back to a moment in the past? Remind you of someone? Make you feel the way you did back then? Let me know!
I’ve been doing a lot of thinking lately and trying to write. Sounds a little odd, right? Trying to write? Sometimes the words are there, but getting them onto paper or the screen isn’t easy. Life gets in the way, despite the characters not stopping to understand that, and I can’t always get everything jotted down.
So I was thinking, driving and listening to the radio… As I’m going along on my way to a sporting event for my tot, a song came over the radio that reminded me of my characters. Not from the current WIP, but a new one. I’ve usually got two WIPs going at one time, but this one was way out of left field. I have the general outline in my head and did manage to get it down on paper so I can get to it later.
But that driving trip got me thinking about how music has been so influential in my life and writing. I need playlists to write. I need to be inspired. When I was a kid, I used to sit right next to my gigantic boom box and listen to the nightly top ten countdown on my local radio station. I’d write down the songs because if I called in and was the tenth caller (or whatever number they requested that night) who could recall the list…then you won a free cassette tape. I used to try and win every night. I had the list mostly memorized. I never did win, but those songs are still with me. I hear them and think of being a kid again. I remember the thrill of listening to the new tunes, being inspired to create art and maybe get lucky enough to win. I never did, but hey, it was still fun.
Maybe I should use that story for one of my books. Grin. Speaking of being inspired, the highly anticipated next book in my Sanctuary Series drops this week. Saving His Roar!!
A Sanctuary Story
M/M, Anal Sex
From Resplendence Publishing
Art by Tiffany Mason
Ryan ‘Blaze’ Burden knew his life wasn’t perfect. He’s a stripper at Stiff and a shifter, but he can’t tell anyone about his special ability. The popularity of shifters hasn’t come to Stiff or the town of Sugar Ridge, for that matter. Being a shifter is still frowned upon. Ryan knows he doesn’t fit in, but he does have one bright spot in his life—the mystery man who comes to the club and requests Ryan for private dances. The electricity between them is palpable, but if Ryan makes a move, will the hottie reciprocate?
Delaney Sullivan doesn’t come to Stiff for the ambiance. He’s there for one dancer—Blaze. He senses the shifter within the handsome young man. But Delaney works for the enemy—he’s the campaign manager for the mayor of Sugar Ridge. He doesn’t share the mayor’s desire to outlaw shifters because he’s a panther shifter. Can he get Blaze out of the club? To trust him? Or maybe even to love him?
These opposites certainly attract, but can they find the mutual trust to have a future together?
Available now from Resplendence Publishing
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I recently went to a local aviation museum. I wanted to branch out and see some of the sights close to home that weren’t the usual tourist locations. There are lots of placesaround that have some awesome exhibits and are just begging for visitors. So, we went to the aviation one. It was a blast. Planes, planes and more planes. There was also a medical tent set up like ones used in WWII, Korea and Vietnam. You could not only look into the planes, but climb in a few, too. There was even a cabin of a blimp! There was a section on Rosie the Riveter and a Hall of Heroes. I’m glad I visited.
But this post isn’t just about the planes or Rosie. It’s about how the visuals inspired my writing. I’ve got new story ideas for a few different series and one I’m co-authoring. It’s fantastic. I love going places with no plan to use the visit as a story inspiration and having one land in my lap.The planes got me thinking about my Air National Guard guys. They need more stories. I’ve got two men who’ve shown up and are talking. I won’t go into details, but there will be angst, love and fun. I promise. Oh, and maybe a separation that will require the heart to grow fonder. Hey, you’ve got to do what they military tells you to. Besides, a little angst is worth it.
Then there was the Rosie exhibit. My connection to Rosie the Riveter is more that my grandmother had a victory garden and sold veggies at a road-side stand to help the war effort.She wasn’t old enough to be a true Rosie, but hey, who is counting?
But Rosie got me thinking about the Faeries book I penned with Madison Sevier. Rosie has a job and does it…kind of like the original Rosies. Of course this Rosie is involved with paranormal creatures, like faeries. Doesn’t matter. She’s dedicated and has a great time with what she’s doing–kind of like our faeries. Rosie is a true hoot and I’m glad I got an idea for the next story in her world. Madison and I can’t wait to bring them to you!
I’m off to get writing — at least the outlines — and until I’m back, here’s a little about Faeries After Dark.
Cordelia by Megan Slayer
Faeries After Dark by Madison Sevier and Megan Slayer
Published by WZD and Coffee Queen Publications
Contemporary, Paranormal, Erotic Romance
Faeries finding purpose, magic and love…
A faerie on the run with a stolen bear. An attraction neither can deny. Magic is the key when these two hearts collide. Fiona Blake has always been the faerie who’s done the right thing. She’s avoided trouble and love her entire life. Now, she’s unemployed and on the run–with a stolen bear. By using her magic, she’s unbalanced the laws of nature and Fiona is in deep scat. She must fix things before she loses her powers and her heart to a sexy stranger who might get her locked up in faerie prison.
Kash Bruin needed a break from his overbearing, matchmaking father. He never imagined he’d wake up in a cage, naked and kidnapped by a crazy, violet-eyed, beautiful woman who believes she’s a faerie. Can a spark of magic bring these two creatures from separate world’s together? Or will the truth be too much to bear and tear them apart fur-ever?
What’s a love faerie supposed to do without her magic?
Cordelia likes to play fast and loose with the rules. So she’s made a few mistakes with magic along the way? No one got hurt…right? The blue-haired faerie, prone to the occasional blue language and dirty jokes, loses her right to create magic after one goof-up too many. But she’s about to find redemption in the form of a merman named Henry and a human named Jinx. Fix them up and she’ll get her right to create magic back. There’s only one problem…Liam.
Liam could be the right man to help Cordelia rise above her troubles…but first she’s got to make him believe she exists. Not impossible, right?
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Have you ever wondered what might have happened if you’d gotten a second chance with the one who got away? Ever wondered what it would be like to have the love of a lifetime? What if that guy happens to be a male model? Then you might be like the characters in my short story, Revealing Me.
Kenley is very nerdy and computer geeky. He knows he’s not the most handsome man out there, but he’s not awful. When the guy he had a one night stand with comes back…will the sparks fly again?
I love second chance romance stories and this one was a delight. I got to know Kenley and Peter so well and couldn’t stop their tale at only this one. They’ve got a whole series. Check out Revealing Me. It’s short, sweet but hot and yummy. I hope you love it as much as I do.
M/M, Anal Sex, Short Story, Contemporary, Second Chance Romance
From MLR Press
Can a one-night stand lead to the love of a lifetime?
Kenley Kissinger knew from the moment he met Peter, he’d never be the same. The white hot memories of their fling imprinted themselves on his mind. He can’t get over the handsome blond man. But since their night together, he hasn’t heard from Peter. Do they have a future or should he quit while he’s ahead?
Peter Barnes hasn’t forgotten Kenley, but he’s got a few secrets he’s not ready to spill. With the help of a masquerade ball thrown for the neighborhood and one nosy neighbor, he’s out to get his man. Once the masks are off, he’s ready to bare his soul. Will Peter be able to convince Kenley to give him a second try or is this pairing destined to be just a fling?
Check out an excerpt on my website: http://www.wendizwaduk.com/revealingme.htm
Now for a Sexy Excerpt!!
©MeganSlayer, 2015, All Rights Reserved
Kenley Kissinger loved balls, but not this kind of ball. Fantasy gatherings with elaborate masks and groups of people together having fun-not awful, but not great for a guy who preferred to keep to himself.
He adjusted the mask over his eyes. He hated masks. Truth be told, he hated to have his face covered. He preferred honesty, but this damn ball wasn’t about honesty. It was a celebration, and no one gave a rat’s ass about his feelings.
He stepped into the Annex building and sucked in a long breath. His neighbor, Nadine, had rallied the neighborhood and conned everyone into holding a masquerade ball to celebrate the end of the summer. The kids were back in school and the floods that had ravaged the neighborhood over the summer were finally gone. The water levels for the Jeromesville Creek had reached record heights. But then the whole summer had been full of crazy weather and most people in Jeromesville, Ohio weren’t used to so much rain.
He turned his attention back to the dancers out on the street. He didn’t see how a party would make much difference, and boost morale after flooding, but whatever. He played along.
Maybe Peter would be there.
His breath clogged in his throat. He’d had a one-night stand with Peter two months ago, even called his cell phone a couple times afterwards, but Peter was always too busy to get together again.
In the course of one night, he’d fallen into lust with Peter Barnes. He had to be crazy. Peter wasn’t interested, but he kept thinking about the blond guy down the street. Why did Peter seem so sad? Why wasn’t he interested in getting together again? Why couldn’t Peter give him some sort of closure?
God only knew.
He and Peter hadn’t said anything about not wanting to share personal information. They seemed to be rather tight during the evening they’d shared, but then in the morning Peter disappeared. He wasn’t even sure what Peter did for a living.
He turned his attention back to the makeshift dance floor in the street. The DJ played 80’s dance music requiring everyone in the crowd to do the same steps. He’d never been good at those kinds of dances. His coordination didn’t work that way. He usually tripped over the person next to him or ended up five steps late on each move.
Leaning against the brick mailbox structure, he watched the dancers. A man with blond hair and a tailored suit danced along to the music. The black masquerade mask covered his eyes and forehead, but the rest of his face was up for viewing. When he smiled, a dimple deepened on his right cheek. Did he have scruff? Too hard to tell from so far away. He admired the build of the man’s body, strong like a bodybuilder, but wider in the shoulders and narrow around the waist with long legs. He sighed and bit back a grin. He liked men with long legs.
Peter had long legs and a dimple. He shivered. The memory of Peter’s kiss lingered in Kenley’s mind. He wanted to feel that desire again, and wanted to be loved.
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