Which holiday is my favorite? Wow. This is hard. Not because I love them all. I don’t. But because I have to think about it. I know, I know. That sounds terrible. I have to consider so it’s hard?
The difficult part about choosing is deciding which holiday is my favorite. I have memories from many holidays and some aren’t great. Easter is hard because that’s when my grandfather passed. Sure, I look at it as the time I had with him was good. I miss him because he made me laugh and looked a lot like Walter Matthau. But it still makes that holiday hard. Christmas isn’t a particular favorite because there is tension within the extended family. If one member (not me) can’t control how we celebrate Christmas, then that member isn’t happy and will make everyone’s life miserable while letting you know how they feel. Not fun. DH doesn’t believe in Sweetest Day or Valentine’s Day. Granted, he’s good about doing sweet and valentine-y things throughout the year (which I like better because I don’t expect it), but it does bring out awkward looks when we don’t celebrate those. We celebrate New Years, but since the tot isn’t so small any longer, it’s not the same.
Doesn’t leave much left? Halloween. That’s got to be my favorite. The black cats (I particularly love cats and loved it when I had one orange cat and one black one – Halloween all the time!), the weird decorations…the strange lighting… I love it. The tot is into sculpture, and wants to make the props for theater, so he has some false starts. The heads have become heads on pikes to put in the front yard where it always floods, so it looks extra spooky. Yeah, we’re that kind of decorators at Halloween. If I can work a cat decoration into the overall look, then I will. I have a whole bathroom done in cat. It’s a small one and there isn’t nearly as much as there could be.
What about you? I went the roundabout way to answering this. What’s your favorite holiday? I’d love to know.
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His Valentine by Megan Slayer
A Picture This novella, book 2
M/M, Anal Sex, Masturbation
New Adult Contemporary Romance
They’ve come together for Valentine’s Day, but can the romance last?
Brandon Kidd thought he overcame his demons. He thought he’d conquered his addiction to booze and his need to be promiscuous. He thought he’d left his depression behind. Why? He met and is dating Aydin, the man who stokes his muse. But the depression and his insecurity have come back, and he’s also got to pass his annual review for his fine arts program. He’s got to get through the grueling review, open up to Aydin and have the Valentine’s Day he deserves?
Aydin loves Brandon. He sees the changes in his boyfriend and wants to help, but how do you help when you don’t know the problem exactly? To compound the problem, Brandon’s brother, Benson, has started causing trouble. Benson doesn’t want his brother to be gay, let alone in a relationship. Aydin found the strength to admit he wanted to be with Brandon. Aydin’s come into his own. Will he be enough for Brandon or will the crushing outside influence be too much to overcome?
They’ve come together for Valentine’s Day, but can the romance last?
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©2018 Megan Slayer, All Rights Reserved
“It’s Valentine’s Day. What’s on your docket?”
“I’m not sure. Aydin said something about a plan and celebration. I’m the lousy boyfriend this time. I hadn’t gotten him anything and was going to on the way home.” The tips of his ears burned. “I was so worried about the review, I kind of forgot it was Valentine’s Day.”
“You forgot?” she blurted.
“I did.” He walked beside her. “I was going to get him flowers.”
“Flowers?” She stopped in her tracks. “Are you serious?”
“He likes them.”
“He doesn’t like them. I thought he did, but he just ate the ones I got him for Christmas because he didn’t want them to go to waste.” When she started walking again, he fell into step beside her. “I know what he likes—now.”
“Flowers, eh?” She laughed. “And what else? Some hey-hey?” She elbowed him. “Right?”
He wasn’t about to tell her the other gift would be a blow job.
“Well, good.” She stopped at the classroom door. “I hope you have a good night.” She poked her head into the classroom. “Bye, Aydin. Have a wicked hot night.”
“That’s the plan.” Aydin left his spot on the desk and picked up the portfolio. “Ready?”
Heat slid through Brandon’s body. He couldn’t wait to get home. He’d strip Aydin down and taste every inch of him. “Yeah.”
“Good. Let’s go. I drove, so we can blow this popsicle stand.” Aydin carried the case out of the room. “Goodnight, Georgie. Do you need us to walk you out?”
“Nah, I’m meeting my friend Durand upstairs.” She waved. “Night! Do all the things I can’t do but want to watch.”
“We will,” Aydin called.
Brandon stood rooted to the spot for a second. Do all the things I can’t do but want to watch…holy shit. And Aydin hadn’t batted an eye. Damn. Excitement radiated through Brandon. He had the guy, the grade, and good friends. Now, he’d have a hot Valentine’s Day. Fucking sweet, indeed.
The Sweetest October By Megan Slayer
Contemporary Holiday Romance
Megan Slayer Publications
Love and Halloween are an odd couple, but they can be the best means to heal a broken heart.
Allison Prince never planned on leaving her job with the Waite Gazette, but when the chance to discover her past comes along, she can’t say no. She’s determined to learn about her grandmother and make the advice in her column more relatable. With her rescue dog, Woofy, beside her, she sets out to learn as much as she can about Hallowsville, Ohio.
Erik Greene doesn’t believe in love and isn’t fond of Halloween. He’s convinced his broken heart won’t heal—until he meets Allison and visits the local animal shelter. He doesn’t want a journalist snooping around Hallowsville. But Allison isn’t all she seems and the pup at the shelter proves love is possible.
Can he open his heart to new opportunities and chase the love of his life? Or is he destined to be the Dandy Devil of Hallowsville all alone?
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©2018 Megan Slayer, All Rights Reserved
Margaret returned. She slid the tray of unbaked cookies into the hot oven. “I noticed we have a new addition to town.” She stood. “Seems like a nice girl.” She offered up a cardboard box. “Here’s the other coil.”
“Thanks.” He opened the flaps. “Margaret, please don’t try to fix me up with Allison or Ella Mae or anyone else.”
“Who said I did that?” Margaret set the timer. “Did she say something? That girl. I asked her to help me today. I’m behind, not trying to find you a date.”
“Then I’m sorry.” He bolted the new coil into place. He didn’t understand why the people of Hallowsville wanted him to move on. The break-up with Tracey just about broke him. He didn’t want another girlfriend. Yes, Allison was pretty and if she hadn’t been a reporter, he might have asked her out for one night. But Allison had the power to embarrass Hallowsville if she desired and to make her name with the article. Maybe he was in the wrong, but he didn’t want to see his town shamed by an investigative reporter.
“Almost done?” Margaret asked. “I could use the extra space to do double batches and catch up.”
“Yeah.” He finished the last connection, then backed out of the cavernous space. “Try it. If we have heat, you’re in business.”
“Awesome.” She twisted the knob and the coil glowed. “Works. Yes.” She threw her arms around him. “Thank you.”
“It’s all in a day’s work.” He brushed the flour off his knees and stood. “Get those cookies done, but I expect a freebie when I come through during the parade.”
“One?” She laughed. “How about a dozen? You can take a few to the new girl and make a better impression.” She paused. “Yes, Delilah said you were a tad brusque.”
“I might have been.” He shrugged. “She threw me off my game.”
“I know.” She elbowed him. “Have you been down to the animal shelter lately?”
“No.” Should he?
“My sister says there’s a new dog there that might be up your alley. Shy little thing. Sweet-natured,” Margaret said. “I know you want a guard dog, but this one is so adorable.”
“A small dog?” He hadn’t put much thought into adopting a dog. He had his work at the welcome center. Would a dog fit in? Wreck the place? Was he ready for a companion? Would having a dog impress Allison? He paused. What was he thinking? He didn’t have to impress her and shouldn’t be considering such.
“Just go down there. Check out the dogs. One will speak to you.” She rubbed his shoulder. “Promise, but you have to go. Please?”
“Will do.” He grabbed his tools and headed out of the bakery. Take Allison cookies? No way. He refused to get close to a reporter—no matter how much he might like her. Not a chance. Go to the shelter? Why not? What could go wrong?
©2018 Megan Slayer, All Rights Reserved
“I knew about you long before your emails, even if I didn’t realize I did.”
“Erik?” He had to have said something. He hated her.
“Mr. Surly?” Delilah laughed and shook her head. “No.”
“Does he ever smile?” She toyed with the class covering the counter. “Or would that break his face?”
“He’s good at distant.”
“Too bad. He’s cute.” She hadn’t wanted to blurt that out. “But petulant.”
Delilah’s brows rose and she stopped laughing. “Remember the cute comment when you’ve fallen in love with him and he doesn’t return your feelings. Trust me. He’s cute, but he’s a handful very few women want to take on.”
“He can be all the cute he wants. I can tell you he won’t make a move.”
“Why wouldn’t he ask you out?” Delilah asked. “You’re adorable. It runs in the family, you know. We’re all adorable.”
“Compared to you and the other women I’ve seen, I’m nothing great. I’m short, curvy and not perfect,” Allie said. She knew her limits. Her exes liked to remind her as to where she could improve. Erik would be the same. “Why aren’t you with him? Or are you? You make a handsome couple.”
“Erik? No.” Delilah rewrapped a spool of ribbon around the cardboard. “He’s not my type, but I’ve dated him. It was a disaster.” She tapped the spool on the counter. “You’re more his type.”
“No thanks.” She refused to even try when she had the feeling she’d be shot down on the first date.
“Well, don’t think you’ll cure him. He’s beyond help.”
“I don’t know what you mean, but I won’t.”
“I’m not looking to date anyone. I dumped my boyfriend right before I left because I found out he’d cheated on me. I don’t have time to go through that again. Plus, once the month-long trip down memory lane is over, I’m back at the Gazette.” So she’d slipped and said she was home. So what? The word change was a simple goof-up. Nothing more.
“We don’t have a paper here in Hallowsville,” Delilah said.
“Okay?” She didn’t understand. “You share one with the next town over? The county?”
“Nope.” Delilah put the ribbon down. “You are an Astor. You’ve got the right to stick around and since you’re in the newspaper business, you’d know how to run one. Why not stay a while after the month and give us a newspaper? There’s still a press and once people found out we had a paper again, you’d have business.”
“I write columns, not oversee publications.” Running a newspaper? Half the time she struggled with balancing her checkbook. The thought of accounts, advertising, stories…she’d sink in weeks.
“You helped run the student paper in college.”
“It was a free paper and mostly used by the students to line bird cages and for house-breaking dogs.” Her heart sank. “I don’t know anything about the day-to-day operations of a paper.”
“It’s not like you’d be running it alone.” Delilah left her stool and retrieved three spools of ribbon from the other end of the counter. “Hallowsville is a remarkable place. When we see a need, we find a way to fill it and come together while doing so. You might be better at running the paper than you think.”
“Delilah.” No matter what she said, she wouldn’t change her cousin’s mind.
“I hope you rethink the paper, but I really hope you stick to your gut feeling concerning Erik.”
Christmas Box by Megan Slayer
A Christmas Magic story
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?
Week Twenty-Nine of the #Evernighties posts involves my favorite holiday memory.
I say these are tough almost every week. Honestly, some are tough. This week, it’s a little easier. Holidays aren’t my favorite thing, but I do like the days leading up to them.
My favorite holiday memory has to be from last year. The tot, dh and I started doing 5k races. They run and I walk. In the lead up to Christmas and to help raise money for charity, we did two 5k races in the space of 8 days. Yep. two races in eight days. It brought us together and was a common goal to finish. We had fun, worked hard and clipped time off our best times. We laughed and scarfed water at the end.
What about you? What’s your favorite holiday memory? Share!
Christmas Glow by Megan Slayer
Paranormal, Contemporary, Holiday
One concert changed her mind, but can one night truly change her life?
Pixie Elf’s days of designing punk teddy bears just isn’t cutting it. She wants more, including the sexy radio jockey she met at a Glow concert. That is, if he’s up for grabs.
Nitro Hicks loves playing the latest rock tunes, but he can’t get a certain elf off his mind. Does he have what it takes to rock her world for the long haul?
Magic happens in the Christmas Glow.
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And now a hot excerpt!
“What’s up?” Mrs. Claus perched on Santa’s knee. “This has got to be relationship stuff. You never ask me for help with the production floor.”
“Later. I’ve got some ideas I want to… send your way.” He wriggled his brows.
Pixie groaned again. If she didn’t think gagging would jeopardize her wish, she might have done that, too.
“We’re embarrassing Pix.” Mrs. Claus giggled. “Male or female?”
“A man, I believe.” Santa tapped the keys on his computer. “Looks like a Nitro Hicks. What a name… Nitro? You’ve got a thing for a guy named Nitro?”
“Why don’t you check on the run of tricycles?” Mrs. Claus stood. “They’ve been a little slow down there.”
Santa’s shoulders dropped. “Fine.” He climbed out of his chair. “But I’ll remember this later.”
“You’d better.” Mrs. Claus took his vacated seat and waited until he left the room to speak. “You and Nitro, aka Nolan Hicks. Hot and heavy? Spit it out with all the details.”
Pixie always had liked Mrs. Claus’s no-nonsense style. “It’s like this. We met at the concert, but I’m shy. He spoke first and made me feel like I belonged there. We talked, laughed, and shared some secrets. I mentioned I might want something more than what I have here in the North Pole. He drove me to the airport. We kissed, talked, and had to go our separate ways. Thrilling.”
“He’s easy on the eyes, I’ll agree, and if he kisses the way he looks then, yes, it was probably thrilling. What did he say when he found out about the elf thing?”
“Cleveland was cold like the North Pole. He could dig the chill.”
“Cute on all accounts.”
“We’ve chatted and Skyped since the concert. Lots of times.” She wasn’t about to admit to how hot the chat sessions got. “I’m scared I’m really putting myself out there, but I have to give it a chance.”
Mrs. Claus clicked the mouse and fiddled on the computer. “I can tell you this much. Your Casanova has been on the naughty list since he was two. He’s a pistol.”
@ copyright Megan Slayer 2013
Harvest Moon by Megan Slayer
Moon Series, book 2
Also part of the Bleh! Turkey! Series
Contemporary, Paranormal, Holiday
M/M, Anal Sex
What’s a guy to do when the time to be with family is the time he dreads the most?
All Matt Green wants for Thanksgiving is to propose to his boyfriend in the most epic way he knows-in front of their families. There’s only one catch. His boyfriend, Reed Jordan, doesn’t do family gatherings. To be honest, Reed isn’t wild about Thanksgiving, but he won’t say why.
Matt’s willing to do anything in order to get Reed to talk, but will it make the holiday perfect or or ruin all of Matt’s plans? The Harvest Moon just might be the right omen to make everything all right.
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©Megan Slayer, 2014, All Rights Reserved
Reed stood at the counter. He’d told his boyfriend he’d be home at three. The way things were looking, he’d be more than an hour late. Damn it.
Beside him, his co-worker, Jagger, rang up a female customer with a little girl. The woman had bought a couple of Thanksgiving books. The brightly colored turkey and leaves on the top book caught Reed’s attention.
Thanksgiving. He didn’t mind giving thanks for the good things in his life. He also didn’t mind the food. What he hated were the gatherings. He wished the need to bring family to one house was not the rule. Maybe he was losing his mind, but he hated the togetherness. He’d been able to dodge the holiday for the last ten years, but since he’d met Matt, he knew he wasn’t going to get around the festivities for much longer. Matt liked family functions and preferred big parties. Reed wasn’t even sure a big family party was possible.
He finished typing out a reply email to the customer in search of an out-of-print book. Thankfully, the store had the book. He sent the customer the expected price and shipping options. He glanced at his watch once more. Less than two days until Thanksgiving. The store would be open on Wednesday, but he wasn’t working. If the customer needed the book, he could wait until Friday.
The last time he and Matt had talked about the holiday, Matt’s sister, Emily and her boyfriend were supposed to be spending the day with them. He could handle that. He liked Matt’s sister and loved her son, Nattie. Still, he wanted a small dinner, not a gigantic situation. He sighed. At least with Em and Matt, he wasn’t going to have to deal with accusations.
“I’m off until Friday morning,” Reed said to Jagger. “If there is a crisis, call me, but try not to have a crisis.”
“That’s the plan.” Jagger grinned. “You can trust us. We won’t let you down. Now go, so Matt doesn’t think you got lost.”
By Megan Slayer
M/M, Contemporary, Holiday, Romance
From MLR Press
Oliver McNamara knows exactly what he wants for the holidaysâ€”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.
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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.