Tuesday Teaser ~ Great Catch by @MeganSlayer #baseball #Openingday #MMRomance #erom #LGBT

TEASER TUESDAY BUTTONIn celebration of Opening Day here in Cleveland, my Tuesday Teaser is Great Catch, a coming of age story about two high school students who realize who they are all while playing the great game of baseball.

Great Catch by Megan Slayer GREAT CATCH COVER 1

Digital List Price: $0.99

ISBN: 9781370868971

Books2Read Universal Link: https://www.books2read.com/u/bzpwBz

Puppy love or a shot at forever…

Jake has loved Kyler since he realized he was gay. His best friend is the only person he wants to be with–but Kyler isn’t gay. Sure, they’ve experimented and everyone thinks they’re together, but Jake’s not sure. What’s he supposed to do? Hide his true feelings forever? Move on? Neither seems like the best plan.

Baseball brought them together, but will fear keep them from finding the love they deserve?

Search Terms: Sports Romance, Baseball Romance, Gay Romance, LGBT, Contemporary Erotic Romance, Romance, Contemporary, New Adult

EXCERPT:

©Megan Slayer, 2017, All Rights Reserved

“I thought they’d never let us leave.” Kyler opened the truck door, then plopped his gear back in the truck bed. “Said the Tigers roster came alive and I’ve got to change up my pitches for tomorrow.” He slid into the seat beside Jake. “Do you think my fastball is getting better? I thought it was my best pitch.”

“You could put more thrust behind it, but it’s still hard for most hitters to gauge. I wouldn’t worry about it.” Jake put the truck in gear and rolled through the lot. “Are you coming over tonight? Ventana put new music on the web and I downloaded them. We could have our own listening party.” Jake kept his gaze on the church across the street from the school. If he looked over at Ky, he’d say something he’d regret. Please come over. Celebrate with me tomorrow. I love you. Shit.

“Take me home. I’ve got a couple things to do.”

No emotion in his voice, just flat words. Jake swallowed his pride and sped across town toward Ky’s house. Within a few minutes he pulled into the driveway and parked.

“Thanks for the lift. I’m working on my car this weekend. I should have the tranny fixed in time for prom.” Kyler gripped the door handle, but didn’t get out of the truck. He stared at Jake for a long time, then leaned over and kissed him on the lips. “I’ve wanted to do that all day.” Ky winked and got out of the truck.

Jake sank down in his seat and blew out a long breath. Screw it. He’d either have a friend when he finished or he’d be alone. Either way he’d feel better for saying what needed to be said. He opened his door and jogged after Ky.

“Hey.” Kyler grinned. “Can’t get enough of me?”

“No, I can’t.” He grabbed the front of Kyler’s shirt and kissed him. Kyler didn’t pull away, didn’t push, just continued the kiss. Ky opened to him, tangling their tongues and swallowing Jake’s moan. Tingles shot through Jake’s brain and heat settled low in his belly. His cock thickened behind his jogging shorts, and he pressed his groin to Ky’s. He expected no reaction. Ky smoothed his hands over Jake’s ass, pushing their cocks together in a delicious friction. For the first time, he wanted more than a simple blow job. More than a hand job. He wanted the feeling of Kyler’s cock in his ass, connecting them.

When Kyler finally broke the kiss, he panted and brilliant pink streaked across his cheeks. “Wow.”

Jake gathered his courage. “Ky, I like you. You’re my best friend and I’m sure this will fuck everything up, but I want you.” There. He’d poured out most of his heart for Kyler to accept or reject.

 

I Love My Library by @WendiZwaduk #celebratelibraries

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Originally posted at: http://www.readersentertainment.com/blog/2017/why-i-love-my-li…hor-wendi-zwaduk/

Libraries have been an integral part of my life pretty much as long as I can remember. Going to the library when I was a kid was a treat. We tried to keep our trips—anywhere—to a minimum, but the library was within walking distance. My mother made sure we went. If there was a summer reading program, we took part. If I’d have had my way, I would’ve had my first job at the library. The smell of the books and the feel of the cards in the card catalogue are something I’ll never forget.

When I was in the sixth grade, I took part in the summer reading program. I don’t remember what made me want to, other than I liked the competition of trying to read as many books as I could. But one different part of this particular summer reading situation was a competition. Not just who can read the most books, but it involved creating a project/diorama/or however your imagination ran. I remember my mother had no idea I was even thinking about taking part. She knew I was doing the program, but to go to that next step? I figured…why not? So I created a diorama for a Baby-Sitters Club book about a wedding. I created a wedding scene and turned the thing in. That’s the last I thought about it. I just wanted my artwork posted at the library. I don’t know what the criteria happened to be for the contest, but my little paper wedding scene was chosen as a winner and I ended up on the local television station to talk about it.

This event fostered a different kind of love for my library. It showed me the power of words and pictures. I could take my interpretation of a book and run with it. I’d like to think this was part of my early training to be a writer. I loved the freedom to go to the library, find a book and lose myself in it and if I so desired, I could create art to go along with it.

Another thing I love about my library is the people. Back when I entered that contest, the children’s department head was a lady by the name of Mary Court. She reminded me of the grandma figures in most kid books. The lady with the warm smile, the happy attitude and the one who ready the books out loud. I guarantee if she hadn’t been so nice, I probably wouldn’t have hung out at the library so much. In my local library, I made a close friend. Melissa Mallinak has been so instrumental in my writing career. How? She helped me get my books on the physical shelves, but the virtual ones, too. Plus, she’s a friend. She genuinely cares about the library, patrons and the experience. When I visit, we spend a lot of time talking and having fun.

Without experiences like the summer reading program and people like Mary and Melissa, my writing career wouldn’t be the same. I owe a lot to my library and those wonderful books.

When the Idea Comes Alive by @MeganSlayer #ideas #writers #PNR

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Originally posted on the Paranormal Romantics Blog: http://paranormalromantics.blogspot.com/2017/03/when-idea-comes-alive-by-meganslayer.html

Sometimes I wonder what the next story will be. I know that sounds crazy. Aren’t authors supposed to have characters talking all of the time? Usually, that’s correct. Most often, I can’t keep a notebook close enough of a pen full because I’m scrawling information down. I can see a music video or a sequence at the store and an idea shows up. It’s fun. 

But every so often, I’m in a lull. No one’s talking and nothing’s happening. I call it my time to recharge my brain. Hey, sometimes I need to. 

So while I was sitting here trying to decide what to write about and being mildly puzzled… I had an idea. Actually, I’d been thinking about my local library. I was given the opportunity to write a short piece about why I love my library. Now you’re probably wondering why I mentioned the library. Simple. The library and this post (Yep, this one) inspired me. 

I used to love going to my local library (a bigger one than the one where I live now) and wondered what would happen if the furniture came to life. What if the paintings could talk or the books could, too? What would it be like to be in that world. Kind of a cross between Beauty and the Beast and Alice in Wonderland. When you walk in, you don’t know who the librarians will be that day or what the books will tell you. It’s a mystery! Could be Alexander the Great talking about his conquests while the statue of birds flies around the rafters.  I don’t know about you, but I’m certainly putting this idea on the back burner and letting it simmer a while. 

What about you? Have you ever had a whiz-banger of an idea? Or one that won’t leave you alone? I’d love to know. You don’t have to disclose the idea, but maybe the how and why. 🙂

Why I Love My Library ~ Carrying Books, The Badge of Honor by @MeganSlayer

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Originally posted at The Romance Studio: https://wp.me/p8f7P3-14Y

I love the library. I don’t know too many authors who don’t. There’s something magical about being surrounded by books. Of course, I’d love for the library to be mine. I mean…lots of books and all the time in the world to play with them…sign me up. Finding a new author or new adventure is one of my favorite things.

But since April is Love Your Library month, I wanted to share a story about my love for my library.

When I was in high school, we used to get what seemed like a paper a month to write. Now I never minded writing papers, but back then I didn’t have a computer, so that meant typing on the old typewriter. Also, I wasn’t the greatest typist back then. I somehow managed to squeak through my high school career without taking a typing course. Remember those? Yeah, I never took one. I think I was too busy hanging out in the art room and they might have changed the requirements so I got out of it. I don’t remember.

What I do remember was having to go to the library, quite voluntarily, to hunt up books for the papers. I’d spend as long as I could at the card catalog. I loved the smell and the feel of the cards. It was an adventure. Find the info and hunt down the book. I had an idea of what I’d be finding, but then there was the discovery of the info inside. I’d hunt down the book and usually sit in the aisle to give the book a cursory read.

Now the thing about me that used to drive my classmates crazy was my insane ability to drag most of those books with me to school. I’d have stacks as high as I could carry of my books. I’d claim I was reading them–which I probably was when I had free time–but it was also a bizarre status symbol. I guess I was just that loony that I wanted everyone to know I had these books and was doing my work. Yep, I was a nerd or a geek…whichever…in school. I liked to learn (still do) and didn’t mind the work. That’s why I loved the library. I could escape to the library and do what I loved–learn.

What about you? Do you love the library? What’s you favorite section? Mine’s the biography and romance sections, although I’m partial to mysteries, too. Do you miss the card catalog–the one with the actual cards? Or are you partial to the computer search? I’d love to know.

Now a little bit about my latest release, Bed of My Truck.

Bed of My Truck by Megan Slayer 

Publisher: Smashwords, Inc. / Megan Slayer Publications

ISBN: 9781370970513

Contemporary

Short Story

M/M, Anal Sex, Spanking

Can he have the house, the dog and the lover of his dreams or will it all fall apart right before his eyes?

The one Carson never thought he’d see again could be the one to save his life.

Carson never expected to see his dog or a man from his past ever again. His ex took Dragon when he left, then carelessly lost the dog.  Dragon’s been found and in the last place Carson expected to find him—a vet’s office.

But, the surprises just keep coming.

Carson hasn’t seen Alec since school, but the feelings he had for the man haven’t abated. When he’s reunited with Alec at the veterinary office, Carson’s got to face his feelings.

Includes scenes of spanking, oral sex, anal sex and male-male sex. This book has been re-edited and re-issued in this edition.

Search Terms: explicit, spanking, masturbation, dogs, pets, dirty talk, oral sex, reunited, artist, medical personnel

Available now at major retailers where ebooks are sold.

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Everyday Kinky Challenge #3

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This week’s challenge involves glitter!!! I love glitter. 🙂 Keep reading!

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By Inkwina (Own work) [GFDL (http://www.gnu.org/copyleft/fdl.html)
or CC BY-SA 3.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0)], via Wikimedia Commons

Enjoy!!

©Megan Slayer, 2016, All Rights Reserved, Please Do Not Copy or Redistribute Without Written Permission

All I knew was I was supposed to use whatever Sir put in the envelope on the bed. An envelope. Really? Nothing exciting came in envelopes. Okay, so I’d been down in the dumps lately. I wasn’t really in the mood for a session.

But I didn’t want to let Sir down. I opened the envelope like he’d instructed in his note. I wasn’t thrilled, but I dumped the contents onto the bed. A tube. Oh, he’d bought new lube. But this didn’t look like any lube I recognized. I inspected the bottle closer.

Glitter. Holy shit, he’d brought me roll on glitter. Have I mentioned I love glitter? I do.

I stripped down to my birthday suit and picked up the bottle. I should’ve folded my clothes, but I wasn’t paying attention. Screw that. I wanted the punishment and the glitter.

I smeared the rainbow of colors on my chest, belly and over my arms. Christ, I loved the way I sparkled and the freedom I felt.

“Nice.” Sir stood in the doorway and folded his arms. “You look good, Pet.”

“Thank you, Sir.” I might have been excited, but I knew my place. I knew what I needed that only Sir could give. I bowed my head and clasped my hands together behind my back.

“Your clothes are in a mess. We can’t play with them like that.” Sir didn’t move from the doorway.

The chilly air wrapped around my dick and kissed my nipples. Christ, I was hard all over. My nerve endings sizzled and I bit back a whimper as I knelt to take care of my clothes. Within moments, I had the clothes folded and in a neat pile at Sir’s feet.

“Better.” Sir curled his fingers under my chin. “You should be punished. You’re enjoying that glitter a little too much and were bad. How many?”

I shivered. Oh yes. I wanted every spanking he could give. “Ten.” I didn’t wait for his command. Instead, I leaned over the spanking bench and spread my legs.

“You’re going to get glitter over my bench.” Sir came up behind me and patted my behind. “You’ll clean it up.”

I would do whatever he wanted. He knew how to make me fly. I needed the pushing, the degradation and the pain… along with the glitter.

He brought his hand down hard on my ass. “Count.”

I shivered again and counted each spank. “One, two, three, four.” My ass burned and tears formed at the corners of my eyes. “Five, six, seven, eight.”

He stopped the hard spanks that echoed in the room and massaged my abused skin. The respite only lasted a moment. I didn’t think it would be long. I didn’t want it to. When he spanked me the last two times, I forgot to count. The burn and pain pleased me too much.

“Excuse me?” he asked. “Pet?”

Fuck. “I’m sorry, Sir. I need three more. I’ve lost count.” I’d lied. I knew how many, but I wanted more.

“Better.” He swatted me three more times and I counted along. When he finished, he forked his fingers into my hair and tugged me flush to his body. “Like the glitter, eh?”

“I do, Sir. I love it.” I wanted more.

“Good. You look hot as fuck. You should wear it every day,” he said. “While you’re at work, too. But first, I want you on my bed. Ass in the air and legs open. Show me that dick.”

Excitement rushed through me. I’d pleased Sir and now he’d fuck me. Fuck, yeah.

Cover Reveal ~ Reconnecting Christmas by @MeganSlayer #coverreveal #mmromance #hot #mm

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New art by Winterheart Designs!! If you liked my male models in the Seeing Me series, then you’ll love the newest installment, Reconnecting Christmas. Check out the cover! I love it.

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Here’s a little bit about the book:

Reconnecting Christmas

book 4 in the Seeing Me Series

M/M, Anal Sex

A Contemporary Holiday Novella

releasing from MLR Press

Cover art by Winterheart Designs

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.

Coming in December from MLR Press!

 

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