Fictional Characters I’d love to Meet and Why…with @meganslayer

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I had to think long and hard on this one. Not that I haven’t read books with cool characters, but off the top of my head, there aren’t any I can think of that I’d want to meet. Nothing comes to mind.

Well, I tell a lie. I can think of people from books that I’d like to meet.

George Harrison and Ringo Starr of the Beatles comes to mind. I’ve read books by them lately that have intrigued me. Plus, there’s Dolly Parton. She just seems awesome. Michael J Fox and Stevie Nicks are two more. I guess I have a thing for Hollywood royalty and music royalty. I’d like to meet these people because they seem pretty darn awesome. It would be rather hard since George Harrison is dead, but that happens.

What about you? Who do you want to meet? I’d love to know.

His Private Dancer by @MeganSlayer #contemporary #darkromance #bdsmromance #hot #nsfw #meganslayer @changelingpress

His Private Dancer by Megan Slayer

The Jordan Brothers, book 1

Changeling Press

Contemporary BDSM Dark Romance

M/F, BDSM, Anal Sex, Spanking, Toys, Bondage

#contemporary #darkromance #bdsmromance #hot #nsfw #meganslayer

I want what I want, no question — even her.

Dashiell “Dash” Jordan runs the city of Shaker with an iron fist. Whatever he wants, he gets — except the woman he craves, who hasn’t been available. He’s waited long enough, and nothing will stop him, not even her bastard ex-husband or her con artist father. But once Dash sets his sights on her, will she allow herself to be owned, or will she walk away a second time?

Christy Lane never loved anyone the way she did Dash. She knew the danger of being with him, but she didn’t care. Then Dash left her. She tried to put her life back together, but that life included marriage to a perpetual cheater, being thrown out of her father’s church, and working in the only job she can get — stripping. Then Dash reappears. The memories of their life together rush back — the scenes, the passion and craving. She doesn’t want to be a plaything, but he’s offering her the world. Will she allow him to own her or end their second chance before she’s hurt again?

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Excerpt:

©Megan Slayer, 2019, All Rights Reserved

Dash turned the paper over without really looking at it, then flattened the page. He noticed the photos of exotic dancers in an advertisement for one of the clubs. The girls weren’t his type of woman, but he appreciated beauty. Maybe this week she’d be one of the featured dancers.

“Well, they want two hundred thousand, but because it’s vacant, we can talk them down,” Clint said. “A hundred-fifty thousand is more reasonable.”

“Why, if you know what to do and can get the price down, aren’t you negotiating? Clint, I’m one of your only clients.” None of the dancers caught his fancy, but he kept looking. He’d found proof Christy was stripping in one of the clubs, but hadn’t come across her yet. “Well? You should be in the business with me. We should be a team.”

“Because I don’t want to live with the danger. I like being legitimate,” Clint said. “But I’m already negotiating. They’re coming down on the price, so stay tuned.”

“Danger isn’t the only thing I live with.” He doubted Clint got death threats or was shot at on a regular basis. He turned the page of the paper. A slew of ads for strip clubs decorated the space. He looked over the images of the dancers for the one he wanted. There she was, right where he’d expected her to be — Chastity Lane at the X-Caliber Club. Time to visit. “Do you know the X-Caliber Club?”

“Dash.” Clint groaned. “You didn’t hear a word I said, did you? And no, I don’t. I’ve never been to a strip club. Father made sure my handlers didn’t take me to one. Why?”

“I heard nothing past a hundred-fifty thousand. If you can get the deal going, do it,” Dash said. “I’ve gone to a couple clubs, but not the X-Caliber.” He remembered how his father sheltered Dash’s oldest brother. Their father wanted Clint to stay clean and be the face of the family. Good for public relations, but bad because the family had never left the nightclub business. Clint had a head for real estate, but not running the string of entertainment hotspots.

“Who is she?” Clint asked. “I know it’s a chick.”

“Would you believe me if I said I found Christy?”

Living On My Own by @meganslayer #romance #gay #gayromance #friendstolovers #secondchance @mlrbooks

Living On My Own by Megan Slayer

Mixed Tapes Volume 2

MLR Press

Contemporary, m/m, anal sex, bdsm, toys

Can the past really help the future?

Daniel Tate knew he’d walked out on a one in a million man, but some things are better dealt with alone. Leaving Kel meant losing his heart. He’s conquered his demons. Now he’s out to prove to Kelsey why being together is so much better than living on their own. When Kelsey Schriver’s life fell apart, the last person he expected to come to his aid was his former sub. Their past burned bright, then snuffed out too fast for Kelsey. Is the past something he can forgive or something he can’t surmount?

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EXCERPT:

Daniel didn’t quite look at him when he soaked the sponge. He bit the corner of his mouth and twisted the sponge in his long fingers. “What happened to Joseph? If you’re here and he’s not. You two really split, right?”

“I don’t want to talk about Joe or my being alone for a month.” Kelsey chucked his rag into the water. He dragged a ragged breath into his lungs and swept his gaze over Daniel once more. His cock reacted and pressed tight into his zipper. The music sloshed in his brain. He’d avoided Daniel for too long and his physical desire won out. He wanted Daniel. Wanted not to have to think about why they’d parted and how much he still loved his former partner. He wiped his hands on his jeans.

“You don’t want to talk, eh?” Daniel dropped his sponge. He stalked across the room to where Kelsey stood. “Tell me what you want instead.”

“You.” Kelsey walked Daniel backwards to the wall. Groin to groin, he pinned Daniel tight. He mashed his lips to Daniel’s, taking control of the kiss right away.

Beneath him, Daniel whimpered and opened. He tangled his tongue with Kelsey’s and groaned.  Kelsey grabbed the hem of Daniel’s T-shirt, then stroked the expanse of Daniel’s chest. He flicked his thumbs over Daniel’s nipples.

“Oh, God,” Daniel said, breaking the kiss. His hot breath feathered over Kelsey’s skin. “Take me. Right now. Don’t care.”

“On your knees.” Kelsey backed up, giving Daniel room to move. Even though five years had passed, the chemistry remained. “Get me nice and wet.”

Daniel dropped to his knees and popped the fly on Kelsey’s pants. He fixed his gaze on Kelsey and grabbed the belt loops. Bright sunlight shone around him, framing Daniel’s hair and giving him the look of an angel. Kelsey knew better. When Daniel wanted to be devilish, no one could stop him. He freed Kelsey’s cock and tapped the blunt head against his cheeks.

“Missed this,” Daniel panted. He rubbed his face on Kelsey’s groin. “Missed you.”

Running to You by @meganslayer #gay #gayromance #hot #newadult #friendstolovers @mlrbooks

Running to You by Megan Slayer

Picture This, Book 4

MLR Press

Contemporary New Adult Gay Romance

M/M, Anal Sex

Novella

Dayton Sharpe wasn’t looking for a relationship when he went out for a run, but when he’s forced off the road, he finds the person missing from his life–Nicholas. Will he realize the man of his dreams isn’t out of his reach, but right beside him?

Nicholas Malone likes his privacy and his seclusion. He writes for the local paper, online magazines and novels. He has everything he needs–his cat and his writing. But he’s lonely. When Dayton, the hunky jock next door ends up at his doorstep, he has to decide if he wants to be alone for the rest of his life or if it’s time to break his norms to find love.

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Third and Long by @meganslayer #football #romance #IR #hotread #indiepubbed

Third and Long by Megan Slayer

Megan Slayer Publications

ISBN: 9781370601158

Contemporary Erotic Interracial Sports Romance

Short Story

M/F

Rules are meant to be broken, especially when your back is against the wall.

Nico Thunder rules the field. As the quarterback of the Bearcats, he knows what he wants and takes it. There’s one exception. Kaja Wright makes him hot in all the right places, but she’s off limits. The rule states no interoffice dating. He can’t get her out of his mind.

He’s been in sticky situations before. Can he get out of this third-and long-situation, or will he be forced to punt before he finds his heart’s delight?

This 6,500 word erotic short story features scenes of interracial heterosexual sex.

This second edition of the book has been re-edited and expanded from the first edition. 

Search Terms: Heterosexual Romance, Football Romance, Sports Romance, Erotic Romance, Interracial Romance, Contemporary Erotic Romance

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EXCERPT:

©2017, Megan Slayer, All Rights Reserved

She fell into step beside him. “Where are you parked?”

“My regular spot in the players’ area.” He opened the parking garage door. “Just down here.” She messed with his head just by walking with him. He wanted to hold her and feel her tucked to his side.

“I forget you guys have the nicer spots.”

“Just a higher level.” He shrugged. “This is my car.”

“Nice.” Kaja smiled. She caged him between her arms and the back fender of the car. “You said something about wanting me to like you. What if I already did?”

He pressed his hands to his sides. “I’d be shocked.”

“Prepare to be shocked.” She smoothed her palms inside his sport coat and along his chest. The move turned him on, but also confused him. She’d just turned him down!

“Kaja?”

“I’ve wanted to do this for a long time.” She stood on her toes and pressed her lips to his. The moment they connected, he groaned. He’d imagined this moment, and she tasted better than in his dreams. He didn’t bother to think. Screw the rules. He wrapped his arms around her. She cuddled to him. For warmth? He didn’t care.

Kaja broke the kiss first. “Take me home.”

Friday Five with @meganslayer #writing #writingprompt #shortstory

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This week’s words are: proper, brand, husband, pigeon, offend. Here we go!

Let’s see what happened to Molly #whereismolly

Willie stared at the piece of paper. She hadn’t left a proper note, but then again, nothing about Molly had been proper. She lived her own life, didn’t mind if she offended and answered to no one.

He read the note again.

If you’re looking for me, don’t bother, husband. I’ve gone to Florida. You won’t find me and I’m not lost.

She might not be lost and might had intended to go off on an adventure, but the frantic phone call he’d received and the panic in her voice told him something had happened. He spotted a pack of cigarettes with a pigeon icon on the front. Back in the day, she smoked, but not in the last ten years. Besides, this wasn’t her brand.

Damn it. The battery in his phone would last much longer if he kept staring at the note.

The last words from her phone call echoed in his ears.

I need your help. He…you know…please…Willie…

That kind of panic couldn’t be faked. She’d been scared witless. He decided then and there, he’d find her. No matter what.

You Own Me by @meganslayer #vampires #PNR #indie #indiepubbed #romance

You Own Me by Megan Slayer

Book 2 in the Battle Scarred Series

Megan Slayer Publications

Contemporary, Paranormal, Action/Adventure

Vampires, Shifters, Magic, M/F, BDSM, Anal Sex, Spanking

When the rest of the world fails, we’ve got each other.

Always.

Creighton Leigh likes to play by his own rules—until he’s tasked with defending the other Supers. Not a problem. He’s called by the Sources, the mystical beings in charge of the universe, to find his mate. There’s only one problem—he’s convinced he’s already got her in his arms. Will he be able to embrace the will of the Sources while following his heart?

Vanessa Skye loves her tiger shifter. He’s everything she’s ever wanted in a man and a dominant. But her will and the will of the Sources isn’t the same. They have other ideas for her man.

Sometimes accepting the future means letting go, but she’s not leaving him without a fight.

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EXCERPT:

©2018 Megan Slayer, All Rights Reserved

“Come here, tiger. We must speak,” Creighton mumbled to himself. “You’ve been tasked with defending the supers,” he continued. He knew his job. He’d been defending his friends as long as he could remember. But meeting with the sources? He wasn’t sure what they wanted. The sources, the oldest beings in the universe, had called on him. When the sources summoned a super, he or she was to drop everything and show up. He or she would learn their fate and accept what the sources planned. As far as he was concerned, he knew his fate—protecting his human, Vanessa, from the rogue hunters. 

He stared at the rock walls of the cave of the sources. Who lived in such a rustic place? Sure, he was a tiger, and the animal preferred the outside, but bland black-and-gray walls with no illumination? Come on. He needed a way to see where he was going, energy…something not here. His shoes clunked on the hard-packed earth as he strode to the bit of brightness at the end of the cave. He noticed shadows moving in the faint glow. The sources? He’d found them? Cool. The words I’m here lingered on his tongue. Shouting to the ancient beings wasn’t bright. He’d wait for them to address him. The closer he got to the light, the slower he moved. A feeling of dread washed over him. This wasn’t going to be some nice, happy meeting. Nope. His tiger groaned. This wasn’t going to be pleasant at all. 

“Come closer,” the Leader said. He leaned forward enough for Creighton to see his scraggly white beard. The hood obscured his face. The being pointed a long, bony finger at Creighton. “Do you know why you are here?’ 

“I’m here to learn my fate and to thank you for summoning me.” Creighton suppressed a smile. Never let it be said he had no manners. “I’m defending the supers, like you’ve asked.” He wondered what exactly the Leader was sitting on. Air? A rock chair? He couldn’t tell. Not knowing added to his growing alarm. Would they whisk him away to fight another part of the war and force him to leave his friends? Crazy thoughts, but then again, he wasn’t sure what to expect. 

“You’re a cocky tiger.” The Leader turned over his palm. A flash of light flickered from the center of his hand. “You have been called upon because of the war. It has grown much worse than anticipated and is out of control. You need to be doing more than simply defending.” 

Creighton nodded and tuned his thoughts to fight mode. “We cannot tell the rogue hunters from the main group. The defenders are trying their best, but without information, we feel we’re all working blind.” 

“You are,” another source said. This one sounded female. “The supernatural races depend on you.” 

“Wait.” Creighton disobeyed the cardinal rule of the sources and stepped closer to the ancient beings. “Me? Our merry band of misfits is a solid unit. You can’t mean that I am the only one who can stop this. You just told Kynan he was the one to end the war. This cannot wholly be on my head.” Good Goddess, he understood tactical maneuvers and reconnaissance, but playing with emotions and understanding the enemy weren’t his strong points. 

The source cackled. “You will grow in numbers.” 

“Great.” He liked the sound of the group getting larger. Maybe they’d find some more vampires and a couple more shifters to balance them out. Or they’d be given the opportunity to have children. One day he wanted to make lots of children with Vanessa, but the relationship was still new. “We can use all the help we can get, but you said to grow in numbers. Is having children soon a good idea?” 

“Not so fast, tiger. Do you enjoy being in your human form?” 

“Yes, very much.” But he didn’t like the tone change in the sources. “Why?” More of his surroundings came into view. Black and brown streaked on the walls along with something else—figures. He tipped his head. He should’ve been listening, but the images grabbed his attention. Some of the folk-art-type figures looked like animals. 

“To keep the human form from being locked away forever, you must find your mate. It is time you accepted that part of your fate as well,” the source said, pulling his attention back to the situation. 

“I believe I’ve found her.” Now they were getting somewhere. He’d known all along his fate lay with Vanessa and that she was his true mate. He thought about her in his dreams. Even if she turned him down, he knew where his heart belonged—with his pasha, Vanessa. 

“You believe? Tiger, there is much more to finding a mate besides belief.” 

He gritted his teeth. He assumed the sources would make the situation difficult, but not this much. “Vanessa is a suitable pasha. She’s a seer. She’s also beautiful, and we have perfect chemistry.” In and out of bed. So they’d only been together a few weeks and spent most of their time having sex. He knew his heart. He pressed his lips together to keep from spilling that tidbit of information. The sources didn’t need to know they had a great sex life. 

“She is unworthy of you.” 

“I don’t agree,” he snapped. Unworthy? Hell’s bells, she wasn’t worthy. She’d stood up to Brad and the other hunters when she could’ve easily run away. Her fortitude endeared her to him. He looked at the images again. The figures appeared to be moving. To tell the future? 

“Your mate will need to be more than a seer. You are a tiger and must have a mate to match your power and strength.” The Leader leaned back in his seat, hiding himself almost completely in the shadows. The flame burning from his palm extinguished. “Do you wish to extinguish your power like this?” 

As the Leader spoke, the image of a man faded, and a large cat took its place. A cat-shifter? The female beside that tiger vanished. Shit. Creighton’s stomach churned. 

“What happens if I take the wrong person—or tiger—as my pasha?” He couldn’t risk losing Vanessa or proving the cave art correct. 

“You will become useless to the cause. Your human form will recede, and the animal will become dominant.” The Leader blew the residual smoke from the fire toward Creighton. “Within a short time, you will go mad without your true pasha, and the hunters will have to eradicate you.” 

Fuck. Creighton fought back his growing irritation. “So I can be happy with Vanessa and hope she is my true mate, or I can dump the woman I’m close to in order to help the supers win the war and maybe even find that elusive mate? Sounds swell.” He shook his head. “At least tell me who this pasha is I’m looking for. I’d hate to be wasting my time and energy for nothing.” The light grew dimmer, and he couldn’t see the Leader, but he felt the Leader’s icy stare. He stifled a shiver. “Just doesn’t seem right.” 

“I cannot tell you the identity of your mate. You must find the person or super worthy enough to be your pasha. Someone worthy of a tiger.” 

He already had found that person. His heart ached. They honestly wanted him to choose. 

“Your time in your human form grows short. In less than three weeks’ time in human weeks, you must find your pasha. If you cannot find your mate or if you choose to take the wrong person”—the Leader stressed the word person—“you will suffer the consequences. Your tiger will take over, and you’ll be little more than a beast—a beast fighting madness. Understood?” 

He didn’t have much choice. The moment he was born, his fate was sealed. “I understand.” He didn’t agree, but he accepted the word of the sources. Around him the world plunged into darkness. The cave walls disappeared, and the ground beneath him shifted. The sources called when they wanted a super and sent him or her back just as fast. Creighton stumbled and knocked into the hallway wall. 

He collapsed on the carpet and weighed his options as he regained his bearings. Vanessa had been the only light in his life. She gave him reason for not giving up. But how could he keep seeing her while searching for his elusive mate? 

Easy, he couldn’t. He’d have to pick one or the other. 

But who would protect her, and how the hell was he going to sit back and allow another man to touch her? If the rogue hunters found out about her—and they would once the information from Brad’s killing got back to them—she’d be kidnapped or killed. Brad, Kynan’s pasha’s ex, caused a shit storm with his attempted murder on his friends. Soon, more anger and war would descend on the small group, and he refused to leave Vanessa alone in harm’s way. 

She might not be his mate, but he wasn’t giving up his seer without a fight. Not a chance. 

“Hey, you’re back.” Vanessa threw her arms around Creighton’s neck. “You scared me. I know this is a huge mansion and all, but don’t just disappear like that.” 

“Huh?” He tugged her to his chest. Her brown eyes glittered. When she smiled, a little more of the ice around his heart melted. “I’m sorry. I spaced for a moment. Catch me up on what happened.” 

Her eyebrows rose, and then she frowned. “Spaced?” She snorted and flipped her golden-blonde hair over her shoulder. “Okay, I’ll play along. You were going to get something for us to eat, and when I looked for you, poof! Gone! No CR in the hallway, kitchen, or anywhere else I looked. I screamed for Ky and Lexa when I saw the car was still in the garage. When I came back to the room, you’re here and acting like you’ve been a million miles away.” 

“I kind of was.” 

“Creighton.” Kynan, his friend the vampire and owner of the mansion, sprinted down the hallway. “What happened?” He stopped short. “You were summoned, weren’t you?” 

“Yes.” The moment he replied, he wished he hadn’t been asked the question. He hated to admit he’d been summoned, because then he’d have to explain that Vanessa wasn’t his pasha. The color drained from Kynan’s pale face, but he didn’t say anything. 

“Summoned? By whom and for what?” Vanessa slid out of his arms and stood. She smoothed her T-shirt down her curvy frame. “What’s going on, and why do I have a bad feeling about what you’re going to say?” 

Shit. He knew this would happen. Creighton leaned against the wall and forked his fingers into his hair. “The sources called on me. It’s my time to find my mate and build up my power so we can fight the war.” 

“When do we get started?” Vanessa asked. “I’m game.” 

“It’s—it’s not that simple.” Kynan nodded and folded his arms. Once he’d found his pasha, Lexa, he’d been able to step out of the shadows and walk in the light. He was still a vampire but much more powerful. “Finding one’s mate can be life or death. Vanessa, you should go back to your suite and talk to Creighton.” He nodded and left them alone in the hallway. 

“Yeah,” Creighton said and pushed off the wall. “This is complicated.” 

“Okay.” Vanessa offered her hand. “Let’s do this thing. How do we make you all super and powerful?” She threaded their fingers together. “Hot sex? Special words? Hot sex and special words? Come on, I’m trying to lighten the mood a little.” 

“I know you are.” He draped his arm around her shoulders. “I appreciate it.” He opened the door to the suite they shared. “It’s a long process, finding my mate. I need to soul search and follow my heart.” 

“I’m right here. Done.” She bounced into the room ahead of him. “Now what?” 

Creighton stood in the doorway. How the hell was he going to crush her spirit and tell her the truth when he wasn’t so sure the sources were correct? Down in his gut, he believed she was his pasha. “Like I said, it’s complicated. Sit, and we’ll talk.” And hopefully you’ll still count me as your friend when all of this is over. 

Going Outdoors with @Meganslayer #outdoors #camping #rvlife #outside

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It’s rather amusing to me that this week’s topic is going outside and activities to do outside. Why is it funny? Because of my outside activities, I managed to find a TICK walking up my arm last night. GROSS!! I don’t care if they’re all part of god’s wonderful world or any of that. GROSS, GROSS, GROSS!!

So what thing was I doing outside that caused the tick to stroll on me? I was on a walk. I’d taken the dog to the metropark for a walk while the tot went for a run. The pup didn’t go into the tall grass or roll in it, but we were outside. I love to take her to the metropark because it’s a nice, wide, gravel (limestone) path where you go can walk or run or jog or bike and it’s quiet. You can see deer and skunks and other critters. It’s quite relaxing–except when you come home with a stowaway.

It’s possible the tick came from my own yard, though. My dog likes to go out there and lie in the grass under the maple tree, so it’s altogether possible that’s where she got it. It’s possible it just decided to jump on me when I was out there sitting on the rocking chair in the shade with her. I love to move my wooden rocking chair out to the yard and sit under the tree while the dog watches traffic and the neighbors.

So being in the yard and going on walks are high on my list of outdoor activities. I like doing 5k races – I walk fast – and watching the tot run his cross country races. I enjoy going in the RV, but I don’t like just sitting when we get there. I’m not the hanging out around the campfire kind of girl. I want to be doing something – going for a hike, walking the beach, exploring the area…not just plopping down with a drink and sitting.

I used to like baseball and still enjoy going to a baseball game – when I can. I love football and enjoy going to the football games, too. I can play baseball, but I’ve never been good at football.

What about you? What are your favorite things to do outside?

Naughty and Sweet by @meganslayer #naughty #romance #hot #malachibrothers @changelingpress

Naughty and Sweet by Megan Slayer

Series: Malachi Brothers (#2)

Multiverse: Roosters (#4)

Book Length: Novella

Cover Art: Bryan Keller

BIN: 009781-03172

Genres: Action AdventureBDSMGuilty Pleasures (Contemporary)New ReleasesRomance

Themes: Age Gap (Older Man)New AdultOrganized Crime Romance

Will Kelly risk her heart for a chance at forever with a man 15 years her senior or walk away?

Kelly Fenn came to the Honey Dripper seeking what she thinks is an easy way to make cash to pay off a loan. Martin Malachi is the one man she never expected to find, let alone fall in love with.

Martin’s not looking for a girlfriend, but Kelly needs a job. When he suggests an offer Kelly can’t refuse, she’s got a choice to make. Will she risk her heart for a chance at forever with a man fifteen years her senior, or walk away?

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“You’re a college student?”

“Yes.” She put her license back in her wallet. “Do you want to see my student ID?”

“No.” He should talk to her in one of the offices, instead of the foyer. “Let me call Amanda over. She can cover the desk.”

“Okay.” She shrugged. “Whatever you’ve got to do.”

He tapped his phone, summoning the woman who normally manned the desk. He sent the text, then turned his attention to Kelly. “Tell me about yourself.”

“What do you want to know?” she asked. “I’m twenty-one, in my third year at Green College. I’m studying film history, and I’d like to get a position working with a museum or in the film industry cataloguing movies. Ideally, I want to work here in Cambridge in the little museum, creating digital and film content for the museum as well as cataloguing the films and clips in the archives.”

“Ah.” He gestured to Amanda, who’d just arrived. “I need you at the desk while I speak to this applicant.”

Amanda crooked her drawn-on eyebrow. “Is that what you’re calling it now?”

“What?” Kelly sighed. “If you can’t take me seriously, then I give up.”

“You’ll never work here with that attitude.” Amanda took her place behind the desk. “Good luck.”

Martin groaned. He liked Amanda, but not in a romantic way. Her sense of humor didn’t gel with his, and she tended to look at the world in a pessimistic manner. “Thank you.” He picked up the laptop and gestured to Kelly. “Ready?”

“Sure.” Kelly inched around the desk.

Amanda grabbed Martin’s arm.

“Hang on,” Martin said. He directed Kelly to the conference room. “Wait here. I’ll be right back.” He left her alone and returned to the desk. “Yes?”

Amanda rested her hands on her hips. The dress clung to her curves and showed too much cleavage, but she did her job and brought in customers. “What’s the deal?” she asked.

“What do you mean?” He raked his fingers through his hair. “What’s your beef?”

“She’s young.”

“She is.” He knew and couldn’t do much about it, but most of the girls who danced at the club were under twenty-five.

“She’s not dancer material.”

“Nope.” He could’ve told her that when Kelly first walked into the building.

“Yet you’re wasting your time on her.” She crooked her eyebrow again. “What’s gotten into you?”

Friday Five with @meganslayer #writing #writingprompt #shortstory

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This week’s words are: increase, retire, dairy, hiccup, verdict. I’ve got them below and Willie’s back. #whereismolly

Willie dug the tin from the earth. He swore he felt his blood pressure increase as he swiped the dirt away. He’d said he’d retire. Said he’d be done by now. Then Molly…

He held the tin, but dropped to his knees. “Molly?” He opened the tin and the contents of his stomach lurched. Damn. He wished he hadn’t had dairy before coming out on this search. He hated the taste of milk the second time around.

His flashlight flickered and rain trickled down his face. He held the tin in one hand and the flashlight in the other. “Work, damn you.” He whacked the flashlight on his thigh, hoping the dwindling light was a mere hiccup and not the end of the battery life.

The light faded and dowsed, leaving him in the dark of the rainy night. He shoved the defunct flashlight into his jacket pocket and focused on the tin. He wiped the dirt from the lid and picked at the edge. The tin would give him answers. It had to–not that it could talk. He worked the tin open, then fumbled in his other pocket for his phone. There was a flashlight on the device. He’d probably ruin the phone in the rain, but he needed the light.

“And the verdict is…” he mumbled. He swiped until he turned on the flashlight and looked in the tin. “Molly, don’t do this to me now.” He stared at the piece of paper. Not the answer he wanted. Damn.