Sparkling New Year by @Meganslayer #gay #gayromance #newyear #happynewyear #newadult

Sparkling New Year by Megan Slayer

Contemporary, Sweet Romance, New Adult

M/M interaction

From MLR Books

New year, new relationship?

Dating and Aydin Madison haven’t been good friends. He’s shy, bookish and would rather be with his set designs than most people. He knows his way around the theater, but his love life is non-existent. He knows whom he’d like to date–Brandon Kidd, the boy du jour of the art school. He’d love to rub Brandon the right way. It’s too bad Brandon doesn’t seem to know Aydin exists.

When freak circumstances throw these two together, they’ll have to decide if the sizzling connection is the key to their happy new year or just a fluke.

Get your copy here:

https://www.mlrbooks.com/Bookstore.php?bookid=MSSPRKNY

https://books2read.com/u/mYgkLG

https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/sparkling-new-year-1

https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/sparkling-new-year-megan-slayer/1127477492?ean=2940154627501

Beautiful Music Together by @MeganSlayer #gay #gayromance #erotic #romance

Beautiful Music Together by Megan Slayer

From MLR Press

Contemporary, M/M, Anal Sex

Novella

Artwork by Kris Jacen

Can these two opposites find the right rhythm?

Jon Kagan likes his life. He’s carefree unless he’s in the recording studio with his trumpet. Then he’s serious as hell. He plays the field like he does the notes on each track, but the single life isn’t fun any longer. He wants a lover and partner. But how can he find the man of his dreams when the only people he spends time with are the same musicians night after night? He’s convinced he won’t–until he meets Benny. Then all bets are off.

Benny Walters burns the midnight oil, too, but not in the music business. He’d rather work on houses than play tunes. Putting in a good sweat over a flooring job or painting a room makes him happy–almost as much as watching the hot guy who jogs across the neighborhood in the middle of the day. When he finally talks to Jon, sparks fly. He’d love to get to know Jon better, but confidence isn’t his strong point. Will he be able to get beyond his past and find the future he deserves?

Love happens in the strangest places, especially when it hits all the right notes.

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

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01M3YVJFU/

Universal Link: https://books2read.com/u/bw8A9P

https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/beautiful-music-together-megan-slayer/1125075178?ean=2940156934461

https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/beautiful-music-together

https://www.scribd.com/book/335561461/Beautiful-Music-Together

Now for an EXCERPT:

©Megan Slayer, 2016, All Rights Reserved

“Are you painting the outside of the house? You mentioned something about gray.” Jon didn’t want to end the conversation. He’d grown fond of Benny, even after a few minutes of chatting.

“Oh, no. My friend is having new siding put on, but I’m not doing it. No, I posed the question in front of your friend there, because you looked like you’d rather eat scorpions than talk to him.”

He laughed again and rocked on his feet. He liked the way Benny talked. “I’m glad you did.” And even gladder he got the chance to meet Benny.

“I should get back to the shingles. It’s hot and not all that sexy, but it pays the bills.”

“I’m sure it does.” Jon glanced over at the house, then met Benny’s gaze. “If I’m ever in the mood to redo my house, can I call you?” Christ, his hands shook. He hadn’t been this nervous in ages. Because of Benny?

“Sure. I don’t have business cards or anything, but I’m licensed and bonded.”

“I didn’t doubt it.” He slid his phone from the holder around his forearm. “Give me your number and I’ll add you.”

“555-6620.”

“Ask for Benny?” Jon smiled. He could’ve sworn the afternoon heat increased a few degrees each time he looked into Benny’s eyes.

“It’s my personal number. No assistants or anything. I’m not that big.” He blushed. “So you’ll have to talk to me.”

“There’s nothing wrong with that.” He inputted the info, then tucked the phone back into the holder. “I’ll let you shingle. It was nice to meet you. Feel free to rescue me again.”

“I’ll see what I can do.” Benny grinned and hefted a pack of shingles onto his shoulder. He climbed the ladder up to the porch roof and flexed as he put the shingles down.

Jon whimpered. Benny could really haul. “Do you run?”

Benny stepped to the edge of the roof and rested his hands on his hips. “What?”

“Do you run? Exercise?”

“I lift weights. Why?”

“I thought maybe you’d like to go for a run with me sometime.” Holy fuck, he’d just kind of asked Benny out. Hell yeah.

“You always run in the afternoon. I’m a morning guy.”

“Oh.” Jon paused. Benny was supposed to agree to join him. That’s what the other guys did… Well, shit. Jon twiddled with his headphones. “Wait, how’d you know about my run times?”

“You go past here nearly every day and have since the first of June. You’re hard to miss.”

“Is that a good thing?” Or bad? He hoped for the former.

“I’m just observant.”

And noncommittal with his answers. Damn it. “Okay, well, I’ll see you around. Maybe tomorrow when I run past here.”

“Same time, same channel,” Benny said. He waved and returned to the shingles.

What an odd guy, but handsome as hell and intriguing, too.

Jon headed home, but his thoughts never left Benny. The man knew the right moment to step in, which was kind of nice, and not Jon’s regular type. He liked pretty boys. Musicians or vocalists. He snorted and stopped in his driveway. He had no idea if Benny was even gay, much less if he was interested. The answer to his run question had been vague. Probably because Benny wasn’t homosexual.

He strode up the drive to the front porch and into his house, and kicked off his running shoes. He downed a bottle of water in what seemed like a single gulp. Trust him to find the one guy who wasn’t interested, and find him attractive.

He had to be out of his mind, but he wanted to go back. Wanted to talk to Benny and get to know him better.

He did have Benny’s number. What could he break in order to get the handsome home remodeler to come over?

Guest Interview with Kris Jacen and Wait for Me

WaitforMe-JRI’d like to welcome my dear friend and fellow author, Kris Jacen, to the blog. She’s here today with her book, Wait for Me. Check it out if you haven’t already. I conducted an interview with her. Here’s what she had to say!

1. If you had to describe yourself in three words, which would they be?
Controlling; Focused; Nurturing

2. I’d say those describe you quite well. In a good way. So, if you had to, how would you cast your book? Tell us who would play the main characters in a movie and why.

Hmmm, cast my book? I actually didn’t have any actors in mind as I wrote the book. The one actor that I can see as one of my characters is Michael Pena as Mooney but that’s the only one.

3. Nice. I like Michael Pena. What’s your favorite love scene from a movie?

I don’t know if I have one.

4. No crime in that. What’s your wildest fantasy?

Is it bad that my first thought was to have all my bills paid off and take my daughters to Disney and Universal?

5. Nope, because I’m right there with you on the bills. Grin. If you were to lose one of your senses, which would you rather lose and why?

Maybe smell? I’d need to keep my eyesight so I could still format/edit/design covers and I’d want my hearing so when in the distance future I have grandchildren I can hear them call me “Grammie”.

6. Awww!! That’ll happen soon enough. What is the naughtiest thing you did as a kid?

Climbed over the gate to get out of my room when I was a toddler? I was a goody-two-shoes in high school.
Hehehe. I can see that. You’re a good person, though, so it’s all good.

Quickies ~ Because it’s fun when it’s Fast!

Boxers or Briefs?

Boxer briefs

Top or Bottom?

Top from the bottom?

Pajamas or nude?

Pajamas

Hairy chests or smooth?

Smooth

Alpha or Beta?

Beta.

Now here’s a little bit about the book, Wait for Me:

WAIT FOR ME by Kris Jacen

Master Sergeant Jeff “Mackey” MacNamara has been waiting for THE ONE for years. First it wasn’t too safe to find a partner and now his schedule is a nightmare with training soldiers and deployments.

Scott Ash has found where he always was meant to be after a brief bout of idealistic do-gooder after college. He loves his job as a child care director, if he could just find someone to love – perfect might cover it.

A chance meeting when Scott is doing a favor for a friend starts them on a journey that could take them to forever, it’s just a matter of waiting.

Get your copy here:

http://www.mlrbooks.com/ShowBook.php?book=KJWAIT4M

 

 

Now for an Excerpt:

“Well, Scott Ash, nice to meet you. The none of the above? Sure you’ve got the time?” Okay, wow. Was he really about to spill all to the ‘99 percent of the time not a bartender’?

“I’m not going anywhere until either the bar closes or the manager takes pity on me and lets me out of his favor.” Scott grinned and continued, “And I’m guessing you’re not going anywhere until those across the way pass out, get thrown out, or the bar closes.”

“Actually on that, you’re a bit off. The bride has put a curfew on the groom over there and I’m the enforcer.”

“A curfew? From the bride?” Scott sounded a bit surprised.

“She has threatened my balls if her groom isn’t on his best behavior tomorrow. I kinda like my balls where they are, and him being hungover puts them in jeopardy. Hence, he’s got a curfew.” Looking down at his watch, he finished, “He’s got another hour before I either gracefully escort him home or I drag him. It’ll be his choice. We’ve been friends way too long for him to not take me serious.”

“So an hour to tell me your tale of woe? Yeah, I think you can do it.”

Jeff lifted his beer and thought better of finishing it. Beer really wasn’t his drink of choice. “Can I get a drink before spilling all?”

“Another beer?” Scott asked as he started to reach into the cooler for another.

“How about water? Coffee?”

“You were serious that beer isn’t your drink of choice.” Scott seemed a bit impressed.

“Yeah, I don’t drink too often and never have gotten an ‘appreciation’ for the taste of beer.”

Scott handed over a bottle of water, took a quick look around then leaned against the bar. Guess it was time for him to fill in the none of the above.

With a sigh, Jeff started. “Groom with the curfew over there is one of my best friends. Has been for centuries it seems. This weekend is his third trip to the altar—okay well, the other two times didn’t have an altar, but you get what I’m saying.”

“Trip three with two with no altar?” The question just hung there for a minute. Yes, he wasn’t making sense.

“First two marriages didn’t have weddings with all the pomp and circumstance. Number one was in the courthouse with us in BDUs and the bride in a sundress. Number two? Oh, the romance, on a beach at sunset. Neither of those lasted too long. And even after I had to call and tell him that wifey number two was six months pregnant, he’s still looking for THE ONE.”

“Why would you have to tell him that his wife was pregnant? Wouldn’t he know? Been there for the happiness?”

“Nope, he had been deployed for eight months.” He paused to give Scott a bit of time to do the math. “Yes, she couldn’t exist without attention, if you get my meaning.”

“Okay, so groom over there is a romantic and is hoping for number three to be it?”

“He believes this is it for them both. I really hope for him and her it is. Watching her with him, gives me hope. She sees him, warts and all.”

“Sounds like what we’re all looking for.” Scott held up a finger and walked to the other end of the bar. The waitress had waved him down. Took him a few minutes to fill the order and Jeff couldn’t keep his eyes off of him. For someone that wasn’t a bartender, he sure was efficient. “Okay, I’m back. Warts and all…?”

“Yes, and this time his bride wants it all. Church, nights on the town, reception. Us all in dress uniform. She was a military brat and has dreamed for years for her dad to give her away in his dress uniform. He retired a full colonel, so you better bet our uniforms will be perfection. She’s ‘marrying under her’ according to Dad since the groom isn’t an officer.”

“Wow, that sounds like sooooo much fun.”

“It shouldn’t be too overly bad. My only problem at this point, besides a groom whose name is Kevin being not hung over tomorrow, is I promised a plus-one.” Talk about just letting it out there.

“A plus-one?”

“Kevin has decided that I need to be just as happy as he is and was determined he was going to set me up for his wedding. I scrambled and ducked and finally said I was seeing someone. And at the time, I was. Then I got sent on a training deployment for a few months and came back to find my…” Jeff paused to take a sip of water, to avoid finishing.

“Your…?”

“Boyfriend bent over his couch with his personal trainer giving him some pointers.” And that statement just hung in the air—forever.

***

Scott just stood there blinking and finally said, “Ouch.” Oh, really eloquent. His brain was just having a hard time reconciling that this beautiful man in front of him was gay. He must have been a good boy this year and Santa was coming early? Okay, maybe Jeff wasn’t an early Christmas present for him since he probably wasn’t interested in a skinny nerd, but he could dream.

“Yes, ouch and now unless I can come up with a plus-one in the next thirty-six hours, I’m going to be blamed for throwing the numbers at the reception off AND then both Kevin and his bride will go out of their ways to make sure I’m matched.” Jeff didn’t even seem to breathe as he talked.

“No prospects on the horizon?” Scott asked while inside he was jumping up and down saying pick me, pick me.

Jeff looked under the bar, behind his back. He seemed to be searching for something. “Nope, not a one. Unless you’d like to offer yourself up? I know, last minute. Wait? You’ve got to wash your hair? Have a migraine?”

“You’re mocking me right?” Jeff had to be since he was using the same excuses he’d had about the next time Brian asked for a favor too. “Did Brian put you up to this?”

“Brian? Who’s Brian?” Jeff seemed genuinely puzzled at the name.

“Brian, the manager here. My soon-to-be-ex friend I did a favor for tonight.”

“I haven’t met the manager. I didn’t arrange the festivities for tonight since I was out of town. One of the guys over there did. Why would I be mocking you? Did you not understand how desperate I am? If anything, I was mocking myself because there’s no way you swing my way,” Jeff said, shaking his head.

“You’re not mocking me and Brian didn’t put you up to this.”

“That’s right,” Jeff replied hesitantly.

“No set up.”

“No set up.”

“Wait… you were honestly asking me?”

“If I’m not going to get my ass kicked for it, yes. Even though I probably wasn’t completely asking when I was ranting.”

“So full military wedding with uniforms?”

“Uniform fetish?”

Here’s a little bit about the author:

Kris Jacen grew up just north of Boston, Massachusetts, met her soldier in high school but didn’t marry him until almost ten years later. She moved around with him and their daughters (born in two different states thanks to the Army) for the first 19 years of their marriage (they’ll celebrate their silver anniversary in 2018) before settling in western New York.

She has been the Editor in Chief and Formatting Director for ManLoveRomance Press and its imprints since January of 2008 and has never looked back. Working with the amazing authors at MLR has allowed her to both hone her editorial skills and indulge her inner fangirl. She also acts as editor, mentor and sounding-board for newcomers which lets her “pay-it-forward” and help authors realize their dreams.

You can find out more about Kris on her website www.krisjacen.com.