Blue Moon by @meganslayer #gay #gayromance #halloween #romance

Blue Moon by Megan Slayer

Part of the Scare This! collection

MLR Press

M/M, Anal Sex, Masturbation

Contemporary, Paranormal, Ghosts

Short Story

The ghost at my door claims to be my ex-boyfriend, back from the dead. Yeah, right.

Ghosts don’t exist. I know they don’t. Why? I’ve never seen one. I’ve seen everything else—from Sasquatch to hell hounds and more…even vampires, but I’ve never laid eyes on a ghost.

Go figure. It’s Halloween. All sorts of stuff happens on the spookiest night of the year. There will be plenty of people out having a good time, scaring each other and begging for candy. They’ll try to get me involved, but I know better.

Have I mentioned I hate Halloween? Two years ago on October 31st, my world fell apart and I know it’ll never be fixed. No ghost can ease my broken heart and bring my boyfriend back to me. None.

Available here:

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iBooks: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/blue-moon/id1215462924?mt=11

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Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/blue-moon-47

EXCERPT:

©Megan Slayer, 2014, all rights reserved

“Bitter isn’t a good color on you.”

Paul tapped the remote, silencing the television. He could’ve sworn he heard someone besides the people on the screen talking. The voice sounded like Tristan, but that was impossible. Tristan Evans had died two years ago.

“Come on, Paul. Hasn’t it been long enough?”

Damn it. That had to be Tristan’s voice, but from where? He glanced around the room. With the exception of the cat, he was alone. He’d locked the front and back doors and checked the house to ensure everything was safe. Right after Tristan had died, he could’ve sworn he’d heard Tristan talking to him. The shrink dismissed the voice as being a figment of Paul’s imagination and longing. Paranoia, the shrink called it. Paul only lasted the rest of the session before finding a new psychiatrist.

Hearing Tristan had to be a figment of Paul’s imagination—again.

“If you won’t properly speak to me, I’ll stop coming to you.”

Paul squeezed his eyes shut. In his mind he saw Tristan leaning against the bedroom doorframe. He wore his favorite ratty, body –hugging blue jeans, no socks or shoes and the old Flashes shirt he loved. The muscles in his arms bulged and his dark hair flopped over his forehead. His blue eyes blazed as he tipped his head to the side. Even as a memory, he sent warm shivers through Paul’s system.

“You’ve got to stop hating the holiday we both loved. Hate won’t bring me back.” Tristan strode towards him and hooks his thumbs in his front pockets. “Cheer up. Please?”

Tears slipped down Paul’s cheeks. The hurt he’d bottled up for the better part of the last two years came back in a rush. “I know I should, but I can’t. I lost you and seeing all of the Halloween decorations makes that loss so fresh and raw. I can’t do it. I love you, but I can’t keep ripping myself open.”

“Then keep loving me.”

Paul wiped his face and opened his eyes. He needed to get his shit together. Talking to a figment of his imagination wasn’t going to help his situation. Still, the words poured out of him. “How? How do I forget the man I love?”

Tristan sat opposite him on the bed. “You keep my memory alive, thus keeping me alive.”

Paul blinked. He’d opened his eyes. There was no way Tristan could be on the bed with him. No way. He’d buried his lover. “You’re a ghost. Ghosts don’t exist. What the fuck is going on?” He scrambled off the mattress and landed on the floor with a thud. One of the pillows flopped over onto him and he shoved it away. His mind had to be playing tricks on him. “No. Ghost do not exist.”

“Technically I’m not a ghost, but you’d be surprised.” Tristan—or what sure as hell lookedlike Tristan—sighed and stood. He turned his back on Paul. “It all comes down to rules and you know how much I hate rules.” He glanced over his shoulder and smiled. “I found a way around the rules.”

Paul rounded the bed and placed himself between Tristan’s ghost and the cat. No one hurt Milo—not even a crazy ghost who claimed to be Paul’s ex-boyfriend. “I don’t know who you are or why you’re doing this, but the joke is over. You had your fun and old Paul looks like a moron. You won, now get the hell out of my house.”

“Aww, honey, I’m not trying to dupe you.” The man strolled across the room to the bed. “Paul, I’m here.” 

Harvest Moon by @meganslayer #gay #gayromance #thanksgiving @mlrpress

Harvest Moon by Megan Slayer

Moon Series, book 2

Also part of the Bleh! Turkey Series

MLR Press

Contemporary, Paranormal, Holiday

Short Story

M/M, Anal Sex

What’s a guy to do when the time to be with family is the time he dreads the most?

All Matt Green wants for Thanksgiving is to propose to his boyfriend in the most epic way he knows-in front of their families. There’s only one catch. His boyfriend, Reed Jordan, doesn’t do family gatherings. To be honest, Reed isn’t wild about Thanksgiving, but he won’t say why.

Matt’s willing to do anything in order to get Reed to talk, but will it make the holiday perfect or or ruin all of Matt’s plans? The Harvest Moon just might be the right omen to make everything all right.

Available now at:

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iTunes: https://books.apple.com/us/book/harvest-moon/id1215444463?mt=11&ign-mpt=uo%3D4

EXCERPT:

©Megan Slayer, 2014, All Rights Reserved

Reed stood at the counter. He’d told his boyfriend he’d be home at three. The way things were looking, he’d be more than an hour late. Damn it.

Beside him, his co-worker, Jagger, rang up a female customer with a little girl. The woman had bought a couple of Thanksgiving books. The brightly colored turkey and leaves on the top book caught Reed’s attention.

Thanksgiving. He didn’t mind giving thanks for the good things in his life. He also didn’t mind the food. What he hated were the gatherings. He wished the need to bring family to one house was not the rule. Maybe he was losing his mind, but he hated the togetherness. He’d been able to dodge the holiday for the last ten years, but since he’d met Matt, he knew he wasn’t going to get around the festivities for much longer. Matt liked family functions and preferred big parties. Reed wasn’t even sure a big family party was possible.

He finished typing out a reply email to the customer in search of an out-of-print book. Thankfully, the store had the book. He sent the customer the expected price and shipping options. He glanced at his watch once more. Less than two days until Thanksgiving. The store would be open on Wednesday, but he wasn’t working. If the customer needed the book, he could wait until Friday.

The last time he and Matt had talked about the holiday, Matt’s sister, Emily and her boyfriend were supposed to be spending the day with them. He could handle that. He liked Matt’s sister and loved her son, Nattie. Still, he wanted a small dinner, not a gigantic situation. He sighed. At least with Em and Matt, he wasn’t going to have to deal with accusations.

“I’m off until Friday morning,” Reed said to Jagger. “If there is a crisis, call me, but try not to have a crisis.”

“That’s the plan.” Jagger grinned. “You can trust us. We won’t let you down. Now go, so Matt doesn’t think you got lost.”

“Deal.”

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

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

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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?

Go All the Way by @meganslayer #gay #gayromance #hotread #novella

Go All the Way by Megan Slayer

Book 3 in the See Me series

MLR Press

Contemporary, Erotic

M/M, Anal Sex

Short Story

It’s going to be the wedding of the year—if the wedding happens.

Peter Barnes has known since the moment he met Kenley Kissinger that Kenley was the one. He popped the question and on Valentine’s weekend, they’re going to make things legal. There’s just one problem and it isn’t Kenley getting cold feet. One of Peter’s ex-boyfriends has materialized. He’s not making things easy for the couple. Will Peter and Kenley make it to the altar and go all the way, or will the past tear them apart before anyone mutters the words, I do?

Available from these fine retailers:

MLR Press: http://www.mlrbooks.com/Bookstore.php?bookid=MSGOALWY

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01BS2I8RU/

Universal Link: https://books2read.com/u/b5ORYR

https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/go-all-the-way-1

https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/go-all-the-way-megan-slayer/1123421602?ean=2940157997113

EXCERPT:

©Megan Slayer, 2016, All Rights Reserved

“Forty-six hours and counting until we’re legal.” Peter Barnes eased up behind his fiancé, Kenley Kissinger and nibbled on Kenley’s earlobe. “Forty-six hours until we’re set.”

“We’re already set. We live together. How is that not set?” Kenley chuckled and resumed washing the dishes. He placed a soapy plate under the faucet and rinsed. “The wedding just means we’re official. Speaking of official, you never did say how we were handling the name situation. I’m fine with a hyphen.”

“I forgot about it. A hyphen works for me.” He let go of Kenley and picked up the towel. He liked the domesticity he and Kenley had settled into. He had a place he belonged and someone who loved Peter—not the male model part of his persona. He dried one of the dinner plates and glanced around the kitchen. When he’d moved in with Kenley, the house resembled Kenley’s tightly wound personality. The man liked his organization and hated clutter. Peter loved clutter. He loved leaving his clothes all over the floor and his styling products around the bathroom sink. They were opposites in most every way, but they seemed to make things work, and he loved it.

“Did you finalize the guest list?” Kenley turned off the water and wiped his hands on a towel. “Your friend, Roscoe, told me over the phone that he was doing the place cards. Peter, I thought we’d decided on a small wedding.”

“We did.” He’d forgotten about talking to Roscoe. The wedding to Kenley was in less than two days. He couldn’t seem to keep his head on straight, let alone remember who he’d delegated to help with the planning. Getting married on Valentine’s Day had been a stroke of genius on his part and he wanted to get the ceremony over with. He was ready to be officially married to Kenley.

Seeing You Again by @meganslayer #gay #gayromance #LGBTQ #newadult #romance @mlrbooks

Seeing You Again By Megan Slayer

Short Story

M/M, Anal Sex

From MLR Press

Cover by Kris Jacen

Part of the Picture This series, Book 3

Brandon Kidd has three loves – his art, the music of Depeche Mode, and his boyfriend, Aydin. He’s seen the band in concert a few times but needs to see them one more time. He’s determined to go to the Cleveland event. There’s only one snag. Aydin doesn’t share his devotion to the band. When an opportunity to attend comes along, Brandon has to decide between following his desire and his heart.

Aydin may not be a fan of Depeche Mode, but he’ll do anything for Brandon. Plus, Brandon’s birthday is coming up. How better to spend the day than to take the love of his life to the concert of the year? But Brandon’s pulling away. Will Aydin’s surprise work out, or will the special night be their last?

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

Amazon:  https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07DT6GY5G/

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iBooks: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/seeing-you-again/id1400557229?mt=11&ign-mpt=uo%3D4

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Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/seeing-you-again-2

EXCERPT:

©Megan Slayer, 2018, all rights reserved

“I’d drive forever to see Depeche Mode in concert,” Brandon said. “Seriously, forever.”

“Depeche Mode?” Aydin sighed. He loved Brandon, even if he didn’t share Brandon’s taste in music. “If you drive forever, you’d never see them. You’d be driving.”

“You knew what I meant.” Brandon stuck out his tongue. “I’m going to sit on that website until the tickets go live.”

“The radio station’s been promoting the concert pretty heavy all week. What if you don’t get the tickets?” All Brandon had talked about was getting into the concert. He had no real plan other than to hope he’d be quicker than everyone else trying to get tickets. The concert hadn’t been announced until three weeks before the event. The tickets weren’t going on sale until two weeks prior to the concert. “You might not get on the site, let alone nab those elusive tickets. Everyone wants to see the band.”

“I’m thinking positive.” Brandon grinned. “My parents or sister might be able to help. Chris knows people.”

“He’s only got a part-time job reading the news at the radio station. He’s kind of low in seniority.” But Chris, Brandon’s brother-in-law, did know people in the music business and could help.

“So? They owe me.” Brandon fluttered his hand. “My birthday’s coming up.”

“I know.” Aydin plunged the last plate into the soapy water. He’d been with Brandon since the beginning of the year. He hadn’t thought he had a chance with Brandon. His boyfriend was so flamboyant and loud. Brandon knew everyone. He wore makeup and colored his hair according to his mood. How he’d ever noticed Aydin was beyond Aydin’s understanding. He was plain, quiet and nothing like Brandon, but they worked as a couple. Opposites attracted. He washed the plate and tried to ignore Brandon’s whining.

“I’m dying here. Do you know how it feels to need to see the band that’s been the soundtrack to your life? How it feels to not get to see them live? It’s killing me,” Brandon said. “Killing me.”

“Aren’t you being overly dramatic?” Aydin asked. He rinsed the plate. “Your entire life? You listened to Depeche Mode at age three?”

“You knew what I meant.”

“I did.” He dried his hands, then wrapped his arms around Brandon. “Don’t freak out about not getting those tickets until you don’t have them.” He paused. “Oh, and I know how it feels never to see my favorites live. I’ll never see Glenn Miller’s orchestra, Judy Garland, or George Michael since they’re all dead. I never saw any of them on stage, but I’m still breathing.”

Brandon frowned.

“Can’t argue, can you?” He kissed Brandon. “I know what you mean about the band, though.” He had to smooth it over. Brandon hated to lose arguments or be discounted. Aydin let go of him. “I do understand, though. You’ve had music at each of your gallery shows, and most of the songs are Depeche Mode. I listen to you working to music.” He was more of a showtune kind of guy, but he appreciated Brandon’s taste. “You go with what you like best.”

“Then you know why I have to be there. My creative spirit depends on this concert,” Brandon said. He dried the first plate. “I need it.”

Aydin rolled his eyes and resumed washing the rest of the dishes. “Careful. If you get any more dramatic, people will think you’re auditioning for a film role or a play over at the theater.” He bumped shoulders with Brandon. “Thanks for helping me finish these.”

Brandon sighed, drawing the noise out. “I’ve got to see that band.”

“I know.”

“I need a plan.”

“You do.” He wouldn’t argue. Brandon was too driven.

Brandon snapped his fingers. “I’ll get your computer and mine going at the same time, and whichever one gets onto the site, plus to the ticket page first, that’s the one I’ll use.”

“Whatever works.”

“Aydin.”

He rolled his shoulders to crack his spine. “What?”

“I wish you understood. Glenn Miller and Judy Garland have been dead for years. You’d never be able to see them. You don’t get how important this is,” Brandon said.

“I do understand.” Why wasn’t Brandon letting this go? “You love them. You want to see them. Do it. I don’t care.”

“You’re making light of this,” Brandon said. “For me, it’s do or die.”

“No, it’s not. You won’t drop dead if you miss the concert.” He finished washing the dishes and drained the water. “But I do get the importance. What I meant with the ‘whatever works’ comment was, do whatever you have to do in order to get those tickets–as long as it’s not illegal. I’ll help you and won’t get in the way.”

Begin Again by @meganslayer #gay #gayromance #eroticRomance #secondchances

Begin Again By Megan Slayer

A Take a Pause Story

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

http://www.mlrbooks.com/Bookstore.php?bookid=MSBAGAIN

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Excerpt:

©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.” 

Running to You by @meganslayer #gay #gayromance #romance @MLRBooks

Running to You by Megan Slayer

Picture This, book 4

Contemporary LGBTQ Novella

From MLR Press

M/M, Anal Sex and Masturbation

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.

MLR Press: https://www.mlrbooks.com/ShowBook.php?book=MSRUNTOY

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07QCD7WJ2/

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

Smashwords link: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/932534?ref=draft2digital

EXCERPT:

©Megan Slayer, 2019

WARNING: The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this or any copyrighted work is illegal. File sharing is an International crime, prosecuted by the United States Department of Justice and the United States Border Patrol, Division of Cyber Crimes, in partnership with Interpol. Criminal copyright infringement, including infringement without monetary gain, is punishable by seizure of computers, up to 5 years in federal prison and a fine of $250,000 per reported instance.

“I’m glad you heard me.” Dayton sagged in the seat. “I have no idea who tried to run me over.” He paused. “It wasn’t you, was it?”

“No.” He parked in the first empty spot. “I was at my desk.”

“I figured.” Dayton groaned. “You came quick.”

“I heard you scream.” He turned off the engine. “It could’ve been you or anyone else, and I would’ve tried to help.”

“I’m glad you’re brave,” Dayton said. “Thanks.”

“I’m not brave.” He left the car and rounded the hood. He opened Dayton’s door. Most of the time, he was the timid guy. He shied away from physical drama. He’d rather write drama. But he couldn’t ignore the scream. He held the door for Dayton and offered his arm. “Ready?”

“Yeah.” He huddled against Nicholas as they went into the quick care clinic. “I’m sorry,” Dayton said. “I hate being a pain in the ass.”

“Huh?” Nicholas guided Dayton to a seat. “You’re fine.”

A nurse approached with a tablet. “Fill this out. Did you check in?”

Nicholas handed Dayton the wallet. “We did.” He wasn’t sure how to help.

“Yeah.” Dayton accepted the tablet. He dug his insurance card from his wallet. “Dayton Sharpe.”

“Yes. You’re third in line.” She nodded. “We have a forty-dollar co-pay. Input your information, and I’ll make a copy of your card and license. Bring the tablet and payment up to me when you’re done. If you’re not mobile, your boyfriend can do it for you.”

Dayton handed over the needed items. “Thanks.” He paused. “Boyfriend? No.”

“Brother?” she asked.

“Friend,” Nicholas offered. He wanted to hide. Boyfriend? Not likely. Dayton tended to date blonds, and his hair would never work as a blond.

“I’ll bring it over.” Dayton nodded. “Thank you.” Once the nurse had left, Dayton mumbled, “I hate hospitals and clinics.”

“You’re hurt. You have to be here.” Nicholas folded his arms. He wasn’t sure what to do next.

“Maybe.” Dayton sighed and fiddled with the tablet. “I’m sorry I’m being a pain in the ass.”

“You’ve apologized already, and no, you’re not being one. You were nearly run over,” Nicholas said. “You’re always on the go. Let yourself have time to heal and rest.”

“I appreciate you giving me a ride.”

“I was there for a reason.” He still felt a tad pushy, but oh well.

“I’m glad,” Dayton said. “I doubt I would’ve made much progress crawling home without your save.” He grasped Nicholas’s hand. “Thanks.”

“Welcome.” Tingles shot from Nicholas’s fingers to his heart. He’d wanted Dayton’s attention for so long. He could have it if things were different. Right now, Dayton needed him, but not for more than a ride. He hated and loved himself for making such a fuss over Dayton. They were barely friends, but now they could be more. He wanted to date Dayton–not be his taxi driver. Would that be possible? Christ. He had to stop overthinking. He was just helping the guy holding his hand. Nothing big. Right?

Did you know Redz World gave Running to You 4 Twinkling Stars?

Redz says: “They have a very slow burn romance that is beautifully done. I did like the chemistry and how the story flows. Really cute read about finding love in the most unlikely of places. And discovering a little about yourself along the way.”

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Revealing Me by @meganslayer #romance #gay #gayromance #hotread @mlrbooks

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:
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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.

Our Moment by @meganslayer #gay #gayromance #newrelease #romance @mlrbooks

Our Moment by Megan Slayer

Contemporary LGBTQ Romance

M/M, Anal Sex, Masturbation

Novella

From MLR Books

Cover Art by Kris Jacen

Can the words I love you lead to lasting love? Or a moment in time?
Chase Snyder wasn’t looking for his perfect person when he crossed the commons on the Riordan College campus. When he passed the beautiful man with pink hair and dazzling blue eyes, he followed his instincts…and blurted I love you. He’s never seen the man before and doesn’t know his name. Is it possible to find forever with a man he’s just met?
Jamie McCullough hadn’t expected the sweet man in flannel to say the words I love you, but when he does, Jamie can’t deny the attraction or the inspiration. He wants to photograph the guy and paint him…naked. He’s determined to find the man again. A little cunning, a little cuteness and he’ll not only have his man, but his muse, too.
Their meeting might have only lasted a moment, but the sizzles just might last forever.

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Frost Moon by @meganslayer #gay #gayromance #pnr #hot #christmas @mlrbooks

Frost Moon by Megan Slayer

Book 3 in the Moon Series

MLR Press

Contemporary, Paranormal, LGBT

Novella

M/M, Anal Sex

Jagger doesn’t want much for the holidays—just an angel for Christmas.

Christmas is the time to heal wounds and come together, especially if you’re an angel. Michael’s job for the last few hundred years has been to clean up the messes created by the humans and the demons. Although he loves his job, he wants more this Christmas than to watch everyone else be merry and bright. He loves the holiday and wants to share the day with someone special…especially once he sees Jagger. The sexy, but sad looking man has confessed he hates Christmas. Can a Christmas angel really sway the Scrooge and help him find more than just the beauty in Christmas?

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EXCERPT!! ©Megan Slayer, 2014,  All Rights Reserved

“Now, have you been good this year?”

“I’ve done the best with what I’ve got,” Jagger answered. He wasn’t kidding. He liked sex. He liked to mingle. There might have been an occasion or two where he’d had a few too many and gone home with a guy only to have the relationship last as long as the blow job, but who was honestly a total angel?

“I see. I’ll have to keep my eye on you.” Santa shifted in his seat. “What would you like for Christmas?”

“An angel.” 

“A what? A porcelain one?”

“No, no. Like the old song. An angel sent to me.” He’d loved that Shelly Fabares song so much. So the tune was hokey and the words were dated…he didn’t care.

“Ah. What do you want her to look like?” Santa asked.

Oh boy. Jagger fought the urge to roll his eyes. “I’d like him to be at least six feet tall. Brown hair. Shaggy hair, like just rolled out of bed shaggy. Blue eyes. Nice smile. Not a ton of chest hair. Great personality. Oh, and I want him to be the boyfriend type.” That about summed up what he’d wanted.

“You’re thorough.” Santa rubbed his chin. “That’s a tall order, pardon the pun.”

“I know. I figure you’re my last hope. I’ve tried meeting guys on my own. Tried the dating scene, the website thing, and the set up by friends thing. None of it has worked. If you can’t, then I’m hopeless, and December will forever suck.”

“Aren’t you positive?” Santa paused. His dark eyes glittered. “Does his name have to be Johnny?”

“Nope.”

“If you have this man come to you, you’ll enjoy the holiday?” Santa asked.

“I will.” Granted, he wanted the man to stick around and be more than short term, but love wasn’t going to happen overnight. 

“Well, I’ll see what can be done. You’re cutting it mighty close.”

“Don’t I know it.”