One of Those Days… with @MeganSlayer #writing #life #authorlife #calamity #meganslayer

I won’t lie. I’m not always the luckiest person. Some days, I can’t get a break. Take yesterday for an example. I have a story to finish. Granted, the deadline is self-imposed, but there’s a deadline. Fine. I’ve been working like mad to get this story finished. It’s there, but it has to go into the computer. Fine.

But then life came in and ka-bam…I’ve got more than it feels like I can handle.

First, I write to movies and music. For whatever reason, the DVD drive on my laptop doesn’t like me, so I can’t put a DVD in to watch it. Fine. I’ll use iTunes. That went kerplooey, too. I don’t know what’s wrong with it, but it won’t even open. Yeah, so my noise isn’t around.

Then I went to do laundry. Everything went fine until I got the last load into the dryer. I start writing and hear this BOOM. Oh no… Something in the dryer blew (no, it wasn’t full of lint. I’m careful to remove that each time.) and it’s toast. Thankfully, I still have the old drying rack in the house and can string up a clothes line, but still. Ugh.

Then I went to close the window and at the exact moment I closed it, the cat decided to climb into the window. I pinched his poor paw. He’s okay and I’ve kept an eye on him, but man… I can’t get a break.

So I’m off to try to write…again. Hopefully, nothing blows up, gets mushed or ends up in an error. And if you’re interested in my latest release, here’s my rock star, Kross. I hope you enjoy him.

Resisting the Rock Star by Megan Slayer 

Contemporary Erotic Novel

M/F Pairing

From SuperNova Indie Publishing

 

What the rock god wants, he gets—including her.

Mason ‘Kross’ Khan left the rock and roll stage to connect with the son he never knew existed. He’s used to electrifying crowds and romancing the ladies. Money’s never been an object. He’s not looking for a relationship, but when he meets the saucy brunette at a club, he’s smitten. Danya’s perfect—curvy, smart and has no idea he’s a giant in the music industry. The one-night stand is just what he needs and he’s convinced he’ll never see Danya again—until he attends conference night at the local high school.

Danya Littrell isn’t just his one-night stand. She’s also his son’s art teacher and the woman who sparks his muse. Can he balance parenthood, a relationship with Danya and his music career? Or will his secrets be too much for the relationship to withstand?

 

Available from:

B/N: https://goo.gl/DeeVfd
Amazon: https://goo.gl/HhTDkH
Google Play: https://goo.gl/tHTPNn
iTunes: coming soon
Kobo: https://goo.gl/xtX5wQ
Print: coming soon

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Embracing His Roar by @meganslayer #sanctuary #meganslayer #gay #gayromance #LGBT #PNR #shifters

Embracing His Roar by Megan Slayer Embracing His Roar

Sanctuary, Book 11

Gay Paranormal Erotic Romance

Novella

From SuperNova Indie Publishing

 

A bobcat who doesn’t think he belongs and a lion who believes he is unlovable…can they make a relationship work?

Avan has made his share of mistakes, but those are in the past. Moving forward means forgiving himself and having a life at the Sanctuary. He wants just one shifter—Oscar. The bobcat shifter soothes his soul and seems to see the best in Avan. But will he want to be with Avan, even after everything Avan’s done?

Oscar’s lusted after Avan since he first saw him. He doesn’t care what Avan’s done because he believes everyone deserves a second chance. But Oscar’s got a past, too. He’d never felt like he belongs, even at the Sanctuary. The one place he feels safe is with Avan.

The odds a bobcat and lion should be together are low, but the passion between them sizzles. Can they find common ground and embrace their roar or will their differences destroy the blossoming relationship?

 

Available at

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07CZ3Z2MQ/

Universal Link: https://books2read.com/u/3nY8GR

Barnes and Noble: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/embracing-his-roar-megan-slayer/1128628195?ean=2940162013747

Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/embracing-his-roar

Google Play: https://play.google.com/store/books/details/Megan_Slayer_Embracing_His_Roar?id=CCpaDwAAQBAJ

In Print: https://www.amazon.com/dp/1623441269/

 

EXCERPT:

 

He left his seat. “I’m going out. I need some air.” He walked out of the library and collided with a solid wall of man. “What the hell?” He knew the scent wafting around him. Oscar? He met the gaze of the person he’d run into. “Oscar.”

“Hi.” Oscar blushed. “I meant to find you.”

“You did.” He wanted to run his hands all over Oscar. The lion knew the bobcat was there, and he wanted to keep him. The lion yearned to rub his scent all over Oscar. He held back, despite the cat shredding him from the inside.

Oscar opened his mouth three times before he said anything. “Are you going to leave?”

No way in hell. Oscar was there, and he’d take advantage of the situation. “With Markas? Or those two?” He gestured to the library.

Oscar edged his shoulder up in a tiny shrug. “Either.”

Was he trying to be coy? Was that hunger in Oscar’s eyes? Desire? Well, fuck him, yes, it sure looked like desire. Avan nodded to the doorway then brushed past Oscar. The lion hated Avan for making it wait.

“Let’s go to the porch.” His voice cracked. Damn. He didn’t care if Oscar knew he was nervous, but he didn’t want the truth to be so obvious.

“Yeah.” Oscar followed Avan outside. “Phew. It got hot in there. Did they have the heat on? It’s May. Isn’t it too warm out for the heat inside?”

“I doubt they turned on the furnace.” But it was nice to know Oscar was affected, too. Avan had thought he was the only one with a fever. He needed the change in temperature to clear his thoughts. “Here.” He pointed to the swing. “Join me?”

“The guys won’t make fun?” Oscar sat with him. “I’m not exactly popular with them. Ryder even jokes about me, and he’s supposed to be a friend.”

“Why?” Once Avan found out why Ryder had said anything to upset Oscar, he’d give Ryder a new asshole.

“I stuck up for you.” His blush deepened. “He’s a jerk.”

“He is.” He paused. Oscar intrigued him. He hadn’t thought Oscar cared—not enough to say anything. “I’m glad.”

“You’re happy he’s a jerk?” Oscar frowned. “I wish he’d lay off.” He stared at Avan. “Ryder told me I’m attracted to you, and everyone knows. I didn’t know.” He froze, and the color bled from his face. “Shit.”

“What?” He didn’t care who saw them. “Do you like me?” He and his lion wanted the attraction to be mutual. “Oscar?”

“I don’t know.” Oscar sagged in his seat. “Avan.”

Avan faced Oscar and tipped up Oscar’s chin, forcing Oscar to meet his gaze. “I get the feeling you do like me.” He wanted to look into those green eyes forever—especially when he sank deep into Oscar. “But I understand you’re not ready to admit it, and that’s cool.”

“It is?”

Writing A Vampire with @MeganSlayer #vampires #vampire #PNR #romance #meganslayer

I love writing vampires. It’s fun. I can create a whole new world and add characters I want and let them do whatever I want.

I had wanted to write a story about a vampire and a goddess. Seemed like a good thing to do. The goddess that showed up was Ariadne. A woman who ran away or escaped from the underworld. Who might she end up with?

A vampire? A creature of the night and one of the living dead.

How does this work? Very carefully. Haha. But I love writing vampires. I like having to figure out how they work and what they can’t do. It’s exciting and fun and challenging. This is my vampire story. See what you think. 🙂

Ariadne’s Vampire AriadnesVampire

A Goddesses After Dark Novel

Megan Slayer

Megan Slayer Publications

M/F

Novel

Artwork by Big ZDesigns

 

Ariadne defied her father for love, only to be abandoned. She married for what she thought was love, only to have Dionysus leave her for another woman. Even Aphrodite won’t smile on her because Aphrodite wants Dionysus. Ari can’t seem to win. What’s a goddess to do if she wants love?
Find a vampire.
Caden, a vampire and creature of the night, gave up on love long ago. Draining victims, sex and sleep are his orders for each evening…until he’s tasked with tracking Ariadne. He doesn’t expect the goddess to call to his wounded soul in ways he thought long since dead.
Can a vampire and goddess go the distance or will their happy ending die with the dawn?

 

Available from Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07DQBDMLT/

In Print: https://www.amazon.com/Ariadnes-Vampire-Goddesses-After-Novel/dp/1986950891/

Universal Link: https://books2read.com/u/38rRYB

 

EXCERPT:

©2018 Megan Slayer, All Rights Reserved

 

“What are you doing?” Caden stood in the middle of her path. In the pitch black of the evening, he’d found her. “Don’t run.”

Her blood chilled and she stopped short. How had he located her? What kind of paranormal was he? “What are you?” She hadn’t heard him move. “Where did you come from?”

Caden raked his fingers through his hair. His eyes blazed red, then silver. “I’m a vampire, all right? A fucking bloodsucker. Normally, I’d eat you, but I can’t. Trust me. You’re pissing me off and I’d love to drain your ass for that kick to the crotch.”

The dick. She trembled and hoped he couldn’t see her fear. Who was she kidding? He was a vampire. He was enhanced in everything—even his cock? Why did that turn her on? She shook her head and focused on her panic. With the vampire’s super senses, he had to have seen her panic. “Dio sent you.” She put her hand up. “I’m not going back. Never.”

“Who is Dio?” Caden frowned. “Look, I gave Hestia my word that I’d bring you to Eriewood. She wants you safe and I’ll make sure that happens.”

“I can take care of myself. You don’t owe anyone anything on my account.” She turned on her heel. The faster she got out of there, the better. Within seconds, she sprinted down the sidewalk toward the gate. Fuck him. Sexy or not, she wasn’t going to let some vampire deliver her to Dionysus and Hades.

“Stop.” Caden stood in front of her again, stopping her in her path. He grabbed her shoulders. “I don’t fuck up my jobs. I should be draining a few murderers right now, but instead I’m chasing you. Do you want to be next?”

“What?” The guy was crazier than Dio and Theseus put together.

“I’m done arguing.” He let go, giving her space. “You’re not safe here. Whoever is trying to find you knows you’re close. Either you let him have you or you take your chances with me. I can get us to Eriewood in four hours. The bus will take twelve and he will catch up to you. He knows where you are.”

She didn’t have much choice. Vampire speed trumped any combustion engine. He held his hand out to her. She debated what to do. He hadn’t bound her to him. No, he’d given her free rein to run if she chose. She groaned. If Hestia knew about him and if her father had given Hestia the go-ahead to find her, then Dio couldn’t be involved. Knowing her ex-husband, he would’ve come for her in person.

“If I’m making it there by dawn, we need to go now.” Caden stared at her.

She hesitated another second. A vampire… Zeus help her. She, the daughter of King Minos, would have to find a damn vampire for a travelling companion. What was worse…she kind of liked him, but kind of wanted to kick him in the junk again. She sighed. “Let’s go.”

“Thank you.” He wrapped his arms around her. “Hold on. You’ll probably get motion sickness. Wait until we stop to barf.”’

Motion sickness? Barf? Oh shit. She clung to Caden. At least her ride was handsome and easy on the eyes. He felt good holding her, too. What a pity he had the potential to kill her.

 

 

Trad, Indie, Hybrid…Which Should I Be? with @Meganslayer #authors #hybrid #indie #traditional #authortalk

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So what am I?

Hybrid.

I never thought I’d be a hybrid author. I was determined to go Traditional or nothing, but then a couple of my pubs closed and it was crushing. I thought these were my places to be…and they’re gone. So some of my work I opted to self-publish.

It’s been nice to have publishers still, but also nice to have print copies I’ve got control over in my hands. There’s nothing like holding your own book in your hands that you helped create. So, I’m still with publishers because I like the safety of being there, but I like having some control over my work, too.

One of the bad things about being a hybrid published author is the cost. When you’re with a publisher, they handle the costs. You write, do the edits and get the art, but they pay for it. With self-publishing, you have to foot the bill for that all. It’s a push to promote more to recoup what you put into the cost, but it’s not easy if you don’t have a lot of startup cash.

Still, I like being a little of both. Kind of reminds me of that old Osmonds song…

You can also find this post over at the CTR Author Dish Blog: http://coffeetimeromance.com/CoffeeThoughts/adjun2018-megan-slayer/

ROOSTERS: Innocent and Sweet by @MeganSlayer #newadult #mf #romance

Innocent and Sweet by Megan Slayer SWEET

Roosters, Book 1

Changeling Press

Short Story

M/F, New Adult

 

Anissa Dunn wants one man — Kameron. He’s got looks, brains and a boatload of attitude… and all that muscle. A girl can only take so much, and he’s her heart’s desire. She’s not afraid to give as good as she gets and she wants him to be her teacher in all things carnal.

There’s only one catch — he’s her bodyguard and the rules state she can’t date the staff.

But rules are meant to be broken…

 

Available from Changeling Press:  https://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=2745

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07DVM3N4Q/

Universal Link: https://books2read.com/u/b5rkBA

 

EXCERPT:

Copyright ©2018 Megan Slayer

I will make him notice me. Anissa adjusted her dress. The cherry-red halter frock hung on her thin frame. So much for the correct fit. She sighed. No matter what she did, she couldn’t put on weight. She debated what to add to improve her figure. If she wore the leather jacket, she’d appear edgy. The clunky boots helped increase her height, so she was fine there. But her bust… drat. She peered down at her chest. A wave of nausea hit her as she thought about her dating past. Guys didn’t want to date a woman with a flat chest — or so they’d told her.

She spied the gel bra cups she’d bought during her last trip to the fabric store. If she had boobs, maybe the guy of her dreams would finally notice her. He had to.

Anissa stuffed the chilly padding beneath the cups of her dress. Her boobs looked huge. Instead of the burst of confidence she’d expected, she hated her reflection in the mirror. The additions didn’t fit her frame. But she had a date and no choice but to do her best to entice him. If fake boobs worked, then fine. She’d take her chances.

She donned the jacket, then grabbed her purse and hurried downstairs.

Kam stood in the foyer. He wore the same battered leather jacket, faded jeans and dark sunglasses as he always did. He touched his earpiece. “In position.”

Her heart fluttered. Kameron Stone personified sex in human form. Her nipples ached, and she pressed her knees together. She’d never been with a man and wanted Kam to be her first. If she had her way, he’d be her only.

Would he fuck her?

Better yet, would he love her the way she loved him?

“I have the package,” Kam said. “Preparing to leave.”

She frowned. The package. She didn’t have the honor of being referred to by her name. Gaining his attention wasn’t going to be easy. “I’m ready.”

Kam nodded. “This way, Ms. Dunn.”

“Anissa.” He’d used her last name. Dang it. She’d pleaded with him so many times to call her by her first name. Ms. Dunn was her mother. She was just Anissa.

“Ms. Dunn.” Kam escorted her to the front porch, then down the steps. He opened the passenger door of the limo. “After you.”

“Thanks.” She couldn’t leave the house without her trusty bodyguard, Kam. She settled on the seat and folded her hands on her lap. Kam would do anything to protect her, and she trusted him, but she was twenty-one and her father needed to put some faith in her. He’d sheltered her from everything. She didn’t resent him for trying — when she turned twenty-five, she’d come into a hefty sum of cash via the trust her mother had left her, but still. She’d gone to an all-girls college, a private all-girls high school and never spent more than a few hours on her own. She crossed her legs, and her skirt rode high on her leg. Did Kam notice? Did he care?

She swept her gaze over him as he sat beside her. Strong and silent. He wore his clothes like a second skin, could eviscerate anyone who tried to get too close, but Kam said so little. Half the time she had no idea if he listened to her. Knowing him, he tuned her out.

“Kam?” She shifted in her seat to face him. Her skirt rode higher. He didn’t pay her any attention, which rankled her. “Kameron.”

“Ms. Dunn.” He seemed to stare straight ahead.

She whipped out her phone. She couldn’t go through with the date. Not now. She sent a text to the driver, requesting he stay in the driveway. She’d sent the itinerary to the security team but saw no point in leaving the house. Kam wasn’t paying attention to her — not in the way she wanted. He didn’t seem to care.

She sighed. According to the magazines she’d bought, her college roommate and the dirty movies she’d watched in the middle of the night, she had to be aggressive and demand what she wanted. Sure… she could be aggressive. She could demand his attention. But she wasn’t sure how.

Anissa switched seats to face Kam. The car rolled to a stop, most likely in front of the house. She parted her legs and leaned back. “Kam.”

If he looked at her, she couldn’t tell.

“Ms. Dunn?” Kam tensed, and the muscle in his jaw twitched. “Are you okay?”

Nope. He hadn’t noticed her lousy attempts to entice him.

“I’m fine,” she mumbled. What a liar…”I’d like to talk to you.”

 

After the Con…the FanGirl Moment with @meganslayer #meganslayer #fangirl #writers #convention #RAGT18

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I have a confession. I’m a terrible fangirl. Really. I’m a writer and a voracious reader. I’m a sucker for a hot cover, too. But getting up the nerve to talk to those authors I love…that’s a challenge.

Cheryl Dragon is one of my favorite authors. So is Jocie McKade. The nice thing about them is I’m already friends with them, so talking to them is easy.

I love Morgan Malone and Gracie Guy, too. I’m friends with them, so that’s not a hardship to talk to them, either.

Now, don’t get the wrong idea. When I say hardship, I don’t mean it’s literally impossible or negative to speak to some authors. I don’t mean that at all. I mean, it’s hard for me to gather up the pluck to say, hi, I’m a sucker for your books. Silly, right? I want to hear people like my books, why wouldn’t others want to know I’ve enjoyed theirs?

I hate sounding ridiculous.

But this year, I went out of my comfort zone. I knew Ella Quinn would be at the event. I’ve had her on my blog for ages and loved her books for just as long. I wanted to say thank you for writing those books and put a face to the name, since she’d been on my blog.

I got my chance. Actually, I got to meet her and Jade Lee. I’ve loved Jade Lee’s dressmaker series since the first book. But Ella Quinn is a nice, sweet, soft-spoken lady. It was a great honor to meet her and I don’t think I sounded silly. There’s no guarantee I didn’t, but I hope I didn’t. I’m glad to call her a friend.

That’s one of the great things about #RAGT18. You can arrive feeling alone and leave with a whole slew of new friends. You’re not alone. I started going as a reader and now… well, I’m still a reader, but I put together a few choice words from time to time.

More on the con later. Promise.

After the Con… with @meganslayer #convention #work #writing #friends

2017 RAGT Author

Every year in June, I have the opportunity to attend a great event. I love going to the Reader and Author Get Together (#RAGT18). This is my time to have writer-girl time. I get to fangirl. I get to just be an author for a little while.

I’m guessing you’re wondering what I mean by just being an author time. Here’s the thing… when I’m at home and writing on my side of my laptop, it’s me and the computer. I know I have fans. I know I have readers. That’s not me being full of myself. You email me and tell me you’re reading. I meet readers who tell me they like my work.

But when I’m at the con, I get to be an author. I get to be me. I get to meet the readers, talk about my books and even drop a new one. That’ll be in a later post. Trust me. It’s coming.

I get to think about writing, talk about writing and not have to deal with the unglamorous part of my life–pets who leave little messes, ferrying kids, paying bills and being a life partner. I don’t dislike those things. I’m a happy mom, wife and pet parent. But sometimes it’s nice to be recognized for being an author.

That’s part of the fun of the event.

I’ll have more this week. There was so much that went on at the event, it’s hard to cover it in one post.

Later, tater.