His Valentine by @meganslayer #gayromance #newadult #erotic #excerpt #valentine #outnow #novella #mm

His Valentine HisValentine_Slayer

A Picture This novella, book 2

Megan Slayer

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?

Available in February from MLR Press: https://www.mlrbooks.com/books.php

Available from Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B079SY5HK9/

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


©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.”

“Not chocolates?”

“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.



His Valentine by @MeganSlayer #comingsoon #gayromance #mlrpress

 His Valentine, part of the Picture This series

by Megan Slayer

Contemporary Erotic New Adult Romance

M/M, Masturbation, Voyeurism, Anal Sex


Brandon Kidd thought he’d overcome 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 started dating Aydin, the man who stoked 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?

Look for it from MLR Press: https://www.mlrbooks.com/upcoming.php


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?


Hairy chests or smooth?


Alpha or 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:




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.


“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.

Friday Flirt ~ Begin Again by @MeganSlayer #secondchances #MLRPress #gayromance #takeapause #twins



Begin Again  BeginAgain_200

A Take a Pause Story

By Megan Slayer

Contemporary, LGBTQ

M/M, anal sex, Masturbation

Novella (85 pages)


Taking a pause just might be the cure for his broken heart.

Denver Chalmers thought his world completely collapsed when his twin brother, Deiken, committed suicide. Instead of succumbing to the depression, he took a long breath and kept pushing forward with his life. But he’s not really living. Will a chance meeting at the cemetery be the first step toward his salvation?

Jett Dawson shared Denver’s view of the world. Deiken had been his everything, but their seemingly perfect relationship hid a multitude of problems. Jett won’t forget about his past, but he’s ready to move forward. He’s always had a crush on Denver and although he’s been told its wrong, he wants Denver in his life on a romantic level. Will their common ground and mutual desire lead to disaster or something they both need?


Available from MLR Press


And from Amazon



Now for that flirt: 

©Megan Slayer, 2016, All Rights Reserved

Footsteps crunched on the dry grass. He glanced over his shoulder. He wasn’t sure why, but he’d expected to see his ex-boyfriend Mike. Maybe they weren’t good together, but Mike had a way of knowing when Denver was low. He focused on the person walking up to him.

This wasn’t Mike.

Recognition swept over him. He knew the man. Jett Dawson, Deiken’s partner.

Oh shit. The last time he’d spoken to Jett, they’d argued. Jett screamed at him and he’d called Jett an asshole. Back then, he hadn’t known the score and blamed Jett for his brother’s passing. Now he knew better.

The guilt came rushing back to Denver. He wasn’t sure what to say to his twin’s partner.

“Denver.” Jett stopped beside him.

“Jett.” He wanted to be cool and not lose his temper. Deiken’s actions were his own–not Jett’s fault. Besides, Denver had blown his chances at conversation in the past. How did he know now would be different?

“I miss him,” Jett said. He stuffed his hands into his board short’s pockets. “It’s not the same at the plant without him.”

“I bet.” He turned his attention to Jett, but didn’t really see him.

“I come here a lot. I must miss you, since this is the first time I’ve run into you in six months.” Jett sighed, then faced away from the grave. “Can–can we talk? Not exchange pleasantries, but really talk? Not here.”

Denver paused. This could end up therapeutic or really bad. They tended to argue, not talk. But still. If Jett needed someone, he’d try to be there. “I’ve got coffee at the house and it’s quiet. Or lemonade.” He’d always been attracted to Jett, but never said anything because of Deiken. Jett wanted his brother, not him. Then Deiken passed and the argument happened. He doubted once he and Jett talked that Jett would have much to do with him, but he’d give the conversation a shot.

“Coffee or lemonade sounds good.” Jett rocked on his feet. “Really good.”

“Want a minute alone with Deik? I can head to the farm and start the coffee.” Truth be told, he simply needed some separation from his brother’s partner.

“I’m good. I’ve talked to him so many times. Not just here. We talk at the office, the apartment and when I run.” Jett chuckled. “I bet he’s tired of hearing from me.”

“Nah. He loved you.” Denver knew that down to his soul. Deiken always discussed Jett and their life together. “You were his world.”

“Sometimes things aren’t what they seem.” Jett started away from Denver, then paused. “Let’s go to the farm. I know the way.”



Cover Reveal ~ Sparkling New Year by @MeganSlayer #mm #gayromance #MLRBooks @Mlrpress



Coming this December from MLR Press!!

Sparkling New Year By Megan Slayer

Short Story

Contemporary, Holiday

M/M, Mutual Masturbation

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 who he’d like to date―Brandon Kidd, the boy du jour of the art school. He’d love to rub Brandon the right way. 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.

#SecondChances, Revealing Me and What Might Have Been with @MeganSlayer #mmromance #shortstory

Have you ever wondered what might have happened if you’d gotten a second chance with the one who got away? Ever wondered what it would be like to have the love of a lifetime? What if that guy happens to be a male model? Then you might be like the characters in my short story, Revealing Me.

Kenley is very nerdy and computer geeky. He knows he’s not the most handsome man out there, but he’s not awful. When the guy he had a one night stand with comes back…will the sparks fly again?

I love second chance romance stories and this one was a delight. I got to know Kenley and Peter so well and couldn’t stop their tale at only this one. They’ve got a whole series. Check out Revealing Me. It’s short, sweet but hot and yummy. I hope you love it as much as I do.

Revealing Me by Megan Slayer 

M/M, Anal Sex, Short Story, Contemporary, Second Chance Romance

From MLR Press

Can a one-night stand lead to the love of a lifetime?

Kenley Kissinger knew from the moment he met Peter, he’d never be the same. The white hot memories of their fling imprinted themselves on his mind. He can’t get over the handsome blond man. But since their night together, he hasn’t heard from Peter. Do they have a future or should he quit while he’s ahead?

Peter Barnes hasn’t forgotten Kenley, but he’s got a few secrets he’s not ready to spill. With the help of a masquerade ball thrown for the neighborhood and one nosy neighbor, he’s out to get his man. Once the masks are off, he’s ready to bare his soul. Will Peter be able to convince Kenley to give him a second try or is this pairing destined to be just a fling?

Available at:
MLR Books

Check out an excerpt on my website: http://www.wendizwaduk.com/revealingme.htm

 Now for a Sexy Excerpt!!

©MeganSlayer, 2015, All Rights Reserved

Chapter One

Kenley Kissinger loved balls, but not this kind of ball. Fantasy gatherings with elaborate masks and groups of people together having fun-not awful, but not great for a guy who preferred to keep to himself.

He adjusted the mask over his eyes. He hated masks. Truth be told, he hated to have his face covered. He preferred honesty, but this damn ball wasn’t about honesty. It was a celebration, and no one gave a rat’s ass about his feelings.

He stepped into the Annex building and sucked in a long breath. His neighbor, Nadine, had rallied the neighborhood and conned everyone into holding a masquerade ball to celebrate the end of the summer. The kids were back in school and the floods that had ravaged the neighborhood over the summer were finally gone. The water levels for the Jeromesville Creek had reached record heights. But then the whole summer had been full of crazy weather and most people in Jeromesville, Ohio weren’t used to so much rain.

He turned his attention back to the dancers out on the street. He didn’t see how a party would make much difference, and boost morale after flooding, but whatever. He played along.

Maybe Peter would be there.

His breath clogged in his throat. He’d had a one-night stand with Peter two months ago, even called his cell phone a couple times afterwards, but Peter was always too busy to get together again.

In the course of one night, he’d fallen into lust with Peter Barnes. He had to be crazy. Peter wasn’t interested, but he kept thinking about the blond guy down the street. Why did Peter seem so sad? Why wasn’t he interested in getting together again? Why couldn’t Peter give him some sort of closure?

God only knew.

He and Peter hadn’t said anything about not wanting to share personal information. They seemed to be rather tight during the evening they’d shared, but then in the morning Peter disappeared. He wasn’t even sure what Peter did for a living.

He turned his attention back to the makeshift dance floor in the street. The DJ played 80’s dance music requiring everyone in the crowd to do the same steps. He’d never been good at those kinds of dances. His coordination didn’t work that way. He usually tripped over the person next to him or ended up five steps late on each move.

Leaning against the brick mailbox structure, he watched the dancers. A man with blond hair and a tailored suit danced along to the music. The black masquerade mask covered his eyes and forehead, but the rest of his face was up for viewing. When he smiled, a dimple deepened on his right cheek. Did he have scruff? Too hard to tell from so far away. He admired the build of the man’s body, strong like a bodybuilder, but wider in the shoulders and narrow around the waist with long legs. He sighed and bit back a grin. He liked men with long legs.

Peter had long legs and a dimple. He shivered. The memory of Peter’s kiss lingered in Kenley’s mind. He wanted to feel that desire again, and wanted to be loved.

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Friday Flirt ~ Giving In by @MeganSlayer #mmromance #mm #romance

FRIDAY FLIRT BANNERTime for the Friday Flirt! Enjoy this snippet from my recent release, Giving In, featuring a naughty drink, two guys who want to be together but crossed their wires, and a chance to find out if the sparks are real.

Giving In By Megan Slayer GivingIn_Slayer

A Shimmer Story

M/M, Anal Sex


From MLR Press

MLR Press: https://www.mlrbooks.com/Bookstore.php?bookid=MSGIVEIN

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

Mix two guys with simmering desire and add the new drink, Shimmer. What could go wrong?

Ronan’s been more than a little in love with Jaxon since they met four years ago. He wants a romantic relationship with his best friend, but they’re opposites. Jaxon’s bookish, quiet and observational, but Ronan’s the epitome of attention-seeking. Besides, Jaxon’s just out of a relationship. Would he want to start another love match, but this time with Ronan?

Jaxon knows how he feels about Ronan. He’d like to strip him down and kiss every tattooed and pierced inch of him. The thing is, he’s worried he’ll screw up the friendship if the romance fails.

The bar is closed for the night and there’s two shots of Shimmer left. So Shimmer creates a different sensation for each drinker. So it can cause unexpected results. It can’t make two guys on the verge of love fall for each other…can it?

Now for that Flirt!

©Megan Slayer, 2017, All Rights Reserved

“So there’s not much Shimmer left?”

“Like two shots at most.” He washed the rest of the glasses. “Did you want to try it?”

“Might as well. We’re supposed to push it. We should know what it tastes like and what it can do.” Ronan turned two of the ice-ball glasses over. “Fill ’er up. One for you and one for me. What do you

want to mix it with? I can’t remember half of the combinations.”

“What do you want to add? It’s your drink and your experience.” His hands shook. What the hell? He wasn’t a big drinker. Beer made him sick and the fruity drinks had too much sugar. For a guy who worked at a bar, he wasn’t much of an alcohol connoisseur.

“I’m going to mix mine with cola.” It worked with rum. Why not Shimmer?

“Hmm…I think…” Ronan picked up the soda hose. “Lemon-lime.” He poured the clear soda into one glass, then added cola to Jaxon’s. “You add the Shimmer.”

“Sure.” He poured the liquor into the glasses. “Ready?” He picked up his. “Should we toast?”

“Why not?” Ronan grinned. He licked his lips and screwed his face up as he seemed to consider what to say. “How about…to our health, friendship, and great sex. Bottoms up.”

Jaxon downed the drink and ignored the way Ronan’s words made him feel. Great sex. With him? He wasn’t sure. The booze burned on the way down. Shit. He should’ve asked someone how Shimmer and

cola made them react.

“Wow.” Ronan smacked his lips. “That’s awesome. It tingles.”

“The carbonation does that.” He finished his drink and turned away from Ronan. His brain buzzed—or was that the liquor? He wasn’t sure. Holy hell. Blood thrummed through his body. He shifted his hips. His cock throbbed. Was that the tightness of his jeans or the booze? Shimmer couldn’t be affecting him. Nah. He had control of himself.

“Hey, Jax?” Ronan gripped Jaxon’s shoulder. “Is this stuff supposed to make you hot?”

“Huh?” He turned around. “Like how? Is your tongue burning?”

“Kind of.” Ronan poured some more lemon-lime soda, then downed it. “Yeah, this isn’t making me hot.” He frowned. “Did anyone else order Shimmer the way I did?”

“I don’t know. Even if I remembered how it was ordered, I didn’t ask anyone.” Jaxon dropped his glass into the soapy water.


He stared at his friend. “I’m the only other person in the bar. What?”

Ronan’s eyes widened. “I like you and want to fuck you.”