Jimmy by @meganslayer #summonabadboy from @changelingpress is on #tour with @goddessfish

I call on the fates to bring my love to me. As I will it, so mote it be…

What if those simple words plus a name on a scroll could guarantee true love? Karey’s determined to find out if the spell, Summon a Bad Boy, works, and she knows just who she’s going to ask for. Jimmy McCreadie. The tattooed man makes her weak in the knees — he’s every naughty desire she’s had come to life. She’s nothing like the women he dates, and far too shy for her own good, but she’s not giving up.

Mix a bad boy with some magic and have faith. Anything’s possible. Karey’s desire just might come true.

Buy it at: https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B09PFDWVGR/ or https://books2read.com/u/mddwzl

I’m taking the first book in my Summon a Bad Boy series on tour. You’ll want to hang out with me and comment, plus enter the competition. Why? I will be awarding a prize pack featuring a bracelet and necklace made by the author to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour. Want more chances to win? Then follow the tour. You can do that here. https://goddessfishpromotions.blogspot.com/2022/07/book-blast-jimmy-by-megan-slayer.html

Or join me at the various stops. See where I’m at today!

1: Wake Up Your Wild Side
2: Maggie Blackbird
3: The Faerie Review
4: The Avid Reader
5: Straight from the Library
6: Author Deborah A Bailey blog
7: Tina Donahue Books – Heat with Heart

Soft Gold by @meganslayer is Out Now! #menage #romance #pnr #hotread @evernightpub

Soft Gold by Megan Slayer

Celestial Mates, book 9

From Evernight Publishing

Contemporary Paranormal Menage Romance

M/F/M, M/M/F, Menage, M/M, M/F, Anal Sex


Celestial Mates, 9

Three hearts can equal one great love…

Hera, the goddess of mothering and childbirth, wants more than to be Zeus’s throwaway partner. She wants a lover and a hot romance she can call her own, but she’s not sure she deserves to be happy. When she meets Crane in Vegas, all bets are off.

Crane Gray is a man of contradiction. On the stage, he’s a superstar, but at home, he’s alone. He wants love and Hera is the woman of his dreams. But Crane has unfinished business with John.

John has loved Crane for so long and only wants him to be happy. When he sees Crane with Hera, he knows what’s been missing between them and craves making Hera their third.

Can these three make a go of their relationship despite the glare of the spotlight or will a mistake from Hera’s past threaten their future?

Be Warned: menage sex (MMF), anal sex






©2021 Megan Slayer, All Rights Reserved

“Do you know who I am?” He narrowed his eyes. “Do you?”

“Not a clue. I thought you were a handsome man who happened to share my elevator car,” she said, trying to be nonchalant. Once he learned her true identity, he’d want something from her. “That’s it. Should I know you?”

“You don’t know?” he asked.

He must be the Crane Gray he’d bragged about. She rolled her eyes. “I’ve said it already. I don’t know you.” She wasn’t lying, even if she’d guessed his identity. “I thought we had a connection, but now I’m scared of you, so I’m leaving.” She turned on her heel and crossed the room.

“Wait.” He touched her arm. “You don’t know?”

“No.” She propped her hand on her hip. “I’d like to go now—if you don’t mind.” This must be part of what Leto meant by screwing with her happiness. Sometimes things with guys just didn’t work out.

“Please don’t.” He held his hand out to her. “I’m Crane Gray and it’s nice to meet you—someone who doesn’t know me. I’ve got a concert here at the hotel tonight. I should be prepping for it, but I just don’t care and I want out of my life for a while. You fascinate me and I’m enjoying myself here in the bar. I’d like you to stay. Please?”

She debated what to do. Stay with Crane, the celebrity, or find someone a little more boring.

“Will you at least tell me your name?” he asked. “Have a drink with me?”

She liked him, despite his ability to drive her crazy. He was physically what she wanted in a man—blond hair, blue eyes, tall, handsome, and younger than her. Then again, most men were younger than her. She’d like to spend time with him because, honestly, this would be the only encounter. He could be that pure gold she’d been looking for.

“Honey?” He gave her space. “It’s just a drink.”

She could handle this. She’d ruined many a man, forced Echo to repeat the same words, turned individuals into monsters, and destroyed mortals. Having a drink with Crane was nothing. “Sure.”

Christmas in Cedarwood by @meganslayer #gay #gayromance #cedarwoodpride #series #christmas @pridepublishing #romance

Christmas in Cedarwood by Megan Slayer

Cedarwood Pride, book 12

Contemporary LGBTQ Romance

From Pride Publishing

M/M, Anal Sex, Masturbation

Two men, one kid and the frayed nerves that come with the holidays…can they make it through to Christmas without a blow-up?

Colt Harrison knew when he met Ashley Willis that he’d found the one man for him. He loves Ashley’s son, Wyatt, as if he were his own son. But the stress of living together, compounded with buying a home and adopting pets has worn him down…not to mention the aggravation that comes with the diner he owns. He wants to make Christmas special for his family, but how can they have a great holiday when Colt’s never home?

Ashley’s got a two-week vacation from his job at the elementary school teaching art. All he wants is time with Colt and Wyatt. He loves Colt, but not the long hours spent at the diner, especially around the holidays. Can he be honest about what he wants from Colt and keep the man he loves?

Anything is possible if they embrace the magic of Christmas.

Reader advisory: This book was previously released elsewhere. It has been expanded and reedited for release with Pride Publishing.

General Release Date: 22nd December 2020

Available from:






©Megan Slayer, 2020, All Rights Reserved

“I’ll bring him home at ten so you can sleep.” She waved. “See you tomorrow.”

“Thanks, Mom. Wyatt?” He strode up to the front door. “I’m leaving.”

“Bye, Dad,” Wyatt shouted. He raced out of the condo and hugged him. “I’m going to miss my movie.” He zoomed back inside.

Ashley sighed. Eight-year-olds. “Be good and don’t eat junk. Love you.” He waved at his mother and climbed behind the wheel of the vehicle. He left, but his heart ached. Wyatt was growing so fast and gaining independence. Soon, he’d be a teen. Danica, Wyatt’s birth mother, would be proud. Ashley wished she’d lived long enough to see how Wyatt was turning out.

His mother was right—Wyatt needed stability. Sure, he tried. He and Colt had moved in together, they had dogs and a life, but Colt being gone made the situation difficult. Colt had to work, but did he need to be gone this much?

Ashley drove to the diner and pulled into the busy lot. He parked. The place wasn’t packed, but there had been an uptick in business. He headed inside.

Shelby, one of the servers, stopped him at the counter. “Ash. Hi!”

“Hi.” He tucked his keys into his pocket. “It’s crazy tonight.”

“Tonight, it is.” She frowned. “He had a date, didn’t he? Like right now?”

“My staff Christmas party.” Ashley toyed with the stack of menus, putting them in order. “I’m guessing he forgot.”

“He probably did.” She closed her eyes. “One of the cooks called off and Colt’s been in the kitchen all day. We needed him.” She put both hands up and opened her eyes. “I know, you do too. He should go.”

“But if the food isn’t made for the customers, then they won’t return. Colt knows the recipes and how to keep the kitchen going. If there aren’t enough people to make the stuff, then there won’t be enough to come out and fill the orders.” Ashley nodded. There wasn’t much he could do if the diner was shorthanded. Getting upset wouldn’t help. Demanding Colt come with him wouldn’t do any good, either. “Tell him I’ll hopefully see him at the party or at home. Wyatt’s with my mother, so we have the house to ourselves, save for the dogs.”

“Will do.” Sadness tinged Shelby’s eyes. “I’m sorry. Try to have fun and I’ll do my best to get him out of here.”

“Thanks.” He waved, then left. He liked Shelby. She was a nice woman and tried to help. Still, the weight crashed on his shoulders. He hated having to do so much on his own. He wished he’d gone back to say hi to Colt, but he hadn’t wanted to interrupt, either.

Things wouldn’t be different if Colt worked second shift in an hourly job. They’d still have conflicting schedules. He sighed. He’d have to make things work.

Saturday Seven ~ Seven Series I Couldn’t Live Without with @meganslayer #series #satseven #saturday7 #books #love #longandshortreviews #lists

I’ve been covering books and libraries this month for Love My Library Month and National Library Week, and I thought I’d touch on the series that made me fall in love with reading. I started reading at age 4 because my aunt who was 13 at the time decided I should learn. I’ve never looked back and have loved reading ever since. I love hanging out at the library, too.

Not in an particular order, of course, here are my seven series at one time or another I had to have!

7. The Babysitters Club – Ann M Martin

6. Sweet Valley High – Francine Pascal

5. The Black Dagger Brotherhood – JR Ward

4. Immortals After Dark Series – Kresley Cole

3. Nancy Drew Mysteries – Carolyn Keene

2. The Ramona Quimby Books – Beverly Cleary

1. The Fudge Books – Judy Blume

Soft Bronze by @MeganSlayer #gayromance #outnow #evernightpub #contemp #PNR #romance #gay

Soft Bronze by Megan Slayer

Book 2 in the Celestial Mates Series
Gay Paranormal Romance
From Evernight Publishing

Short Story 

Zelus, the god of jealousy, has been imprisoned in solid bronze for the last two millennia. A simple kiss can break the spell and free him from the metal—if his lover is willing to believe.

Camden Crowe isn’t a specialist in ancient artifacts, but he does know how to guard them. He spends his days working as a security guard in charge of keeping the bronze statue of Zelus safe. He can’t contain his attraction to the nude god. What will happen when the security geek finds out he’s stronger than he ever believed and can harness the power of the gods?


Copyright 2018 Megan Slayer, All Rights Reserved

Zelus placed his hands on the lid of the box. They couldn’t cover him. They couldn’t sell him. He was real. His heart hammered. This bastard couldn’t steal him or make money from him. No way.

Finally, he had his heart back. If he screamed, they’d know the curse had been broken, or at least they’d have him sent away from his guard. He’d have to bide his time and wait until someone opened the lid. He wasn’t sticking around for Gus to use him. Even if it took magic or begging his father, he’d get out of Gus’s clutches, then he’d find Camden.

He couldn’t believe his luck. He had finally found the person to break the curse, but now he was stuck in a crate, headed for a store’s window display.

What a time to not have his powers!

He’d wait. There wasn’t much else he could do. Zelus closed his eyes. Camden broke the spell once. With another kiss and a declaration of love, he could destroy the curse forever.

All Zelus had to do was hold on.

First Chapters ~ Together in Cedarwood by @MeganSlayer

Together in Cedarwood

Bobby Gagnon came back to town in the hopes of starting over. He’s got his kids and his MS_TogetherInCedarwoodaccounting business, but he wants more. One look at the hot guy sharing the running trail with him is enough to stoke Bobby’s fire. He wants to hook up with the sexy runner, but he doesn’t even know the guy’s name. Will the man even want to be with a single father?

Remy Bard never considered himself a kid person or parent material. He’s happy with his job at the Cedarwood Tribune, but it’s not enough. Something’s always been missing in his life. He keeps seeing the same guy at the park—tall, dark, handsome and hot as hell in those running shorts. Although he’s shy, Remy isn’t about to let this guy get away without at least one night together.

These opposites certainly attract, but will their differences be enough to keep them apart or will they find a way to come together in Cedarwood?

Available at Loose Id or anywhere Ebooks are sold!

Now for the first chapter!!

©Megan Slayer, 2016, All Rights Reserved

Chapter One

“Hi. My name is Robert, but everyone calls me Bobby. I’m a single father to two great kids—er, young people. My son says he’s not a kid. Chris is fifteen and my daughter, Darcy, is twelve. I’ve got a teen and an almost teen.” Christ, he felt old.

“My daughter swims and my son’s a runner.” Bobby stuffed his hands into his pockets. Talking in public didn’t bother him, but talking about himself did. He had to press on, though. If he didn’t talk, he’d never get this out. “I didn’t plan on being a single parent, but I also couldn’t deny who I am. I tried the traditional route and got married to a woman. Helene and I had some good times. Darcy was our best creation, and when we adopted Chris as an older child, I thought things were great. They were happy and I thought I was, but I was miserable. I knew I was gay, but there was no amount of therapy that my folks could find to fix me before I got married. It took me a long time to understand I wasn’t the one who needed fixing. Anyway, I came out to my wife, and she left me. It turned out all of the happy feelings were a joke. A sham. She had a guy on the side and didn’t want the kids. She’d had Darcy to please me and went through with the adoption because she thought I wanted it. She never wanted either. She turned over parental rights, so for the last five years it’s just been the three of us. I’ve had boyfriends, but nothing worth much. The kids come first.”

He sat down and exhaled. Holy shit. He’d babbled his head off. It felt oddly good to talk, though. He had so much bottled up since the divorce. He hadn’t even mentioned he was the son of the police chief or that he’d grown up in Cedarwood and left because his parents couldn’t handle him being gay.

Another man stood and told his story, then a woman talked about being newly single. The group had been called the Single Father Society, but a few women were there. Two lesbians and a straight woman whose best gay friend had just died and she needed someone to talk to. He appreciated the mix of people and not being the only person with problems.

He barely paid attention to the other speakers. His mind kept returning to his schedule for the next day. With the kids out of school, he’d spend the morning at the metro park. Darcy had to get to swim practice by eight, and Chris had conditioning for cross-country starting at half-past eight. He toyed with the fitness band on his wrist. He’d probably end up running the ten-mile course while he waited. He needed to get stuff done at work. Shit. He’d have to call his mother to see if she’d keep an eye on the kids.


Fuck. Someone had called his name. He snapped his attention back to the group. “Sorry.” He wasn’t—not really. He’d never been able to focus.

“We’re done.” Colin Baker grinned. “You were a million miles away.” He flipped his hair off his brow and shook his head. “A hundred million miles.”

Bobby had been back in town for a month and only spent time with his kids, the parents at the various practices, and his clients. Besides work situations, tonight’s meeting was his first venture out without his children.

“Yeah. Sorry. I’ve got too much on my mind.” And on his plate. He appraised his friend from high school. “You’ve changed,” Bobby said. But so had he. “You’re taller? New glasses? Dyed your hair?”

“Nope, nope, and nope.” Colin twiddled with his phone. “I’m busy at the bookstore and I lost some weight, but that’s it. I’m in charge of the group here, but I’m not single so I guess I should step down. Remember Jordan?” He turned his phone around. A photo of Colin, a kid, and a guy in a police uniform graced the home page. “That’s him and my son, Gage. We’re getting married. Me and Jordan—not Gage. That would be silly. He’s a kid.”

“I knew what you meant.” The longer he looked at the photo, memories from high school came back to him. He did remember Jordan Hargrove. He hadn’t been in Jordan’s social circle, but he’d been good friends with Colin. He wouldn’t have put Colin and Jordan together. “He used to be a real dick.”

“Funny. My brother says that exact same thing.” Colin tucked the phone into his back pocket.

Farin, Colin’s younger brother, strolled over to where they stood. “What am I guilty of that I might or might not have done?”

“You call Jordan ‘Officer Dick,’” Colin replied.

“I used to.” Farin smiled. “He’s grown on me.” He slid his gaze over Bobby. “I’m glad you’re back, Bobby. This town is becoming a strange version of a high school reunion. If you’re not from school, then we’ve got kids in common.” He held up his cell phone and pointed to a photo on the screen. “My partner is one of the swim instructors over at the metro park. I’ve probably seen you there, and if I haven’t, I’m sure we’ll cross paths there.”

“Partner?” He was coupled up too? Christ. Everyone in the damn support group already had someone. No, he was wrong. Two of them did, but still.

“Steve.” Farin pointed to another photo. “He’s my boy toy and I’m the elder statesman.” He smiled, then wandered over to another group of men who were deep in conversation about what sounded like comic books, but Bobby wasn’t sure.

Colin rolled his eyes and folded his arms. “They’re getting married too.”

“So this is a dating pool?” Bobby snorted. The last thing he needed was a date. Actually, he could use a good fuck, but he wasn’t high on bringing random guys home.

“Kind of.” Colin collected the papers from one of the tables. “Jordan and I met because I got a speeding ticket.”

“He nabbed you with his radar, eh?” Bobby asked and gathered up some of the other papers.

“I earned the violation, sadly. I sped through a school zone. Not my best hour, but I learned.” Colin shrugged. “Farin met Steve at the metro park. They’ve bonded over comics and art.” He paused. “I don’t see Colt or Ashley, but they’re together. Colt owns the diner. Best fries around. Ash teaches at the elementary school. His son, Wyatt, is a trip. Oh, and our friend Niall is now with Michael, who happens to be in a band and goes by the name of Bandit. Got all that?” He grinned. “Niall and Michael don’t have kids, but they’re part of our group, so other than them, yeah, this has become a dating pool.”

“I’m not interested in getting a date.” He’d told himself that lie so many times, he almost believed it. Almost.

“None of us were either. Jordan and I sort of happened, and I might have had a hand in getting Farin to notice Steve.”

“You set me up,” Farin called but didn’t leave the other group.

“Something like that. Ash and Colt were their own organic thing. They met on their own, and Michael and Niall met at the school.” Colin paused again. “How old did you say Darcy was? Twelve? She’ll be too old for their classes. They’re both at the elementary school.”

Bobby rocked on his feet. He’d forgotten how much Colin could talk. “Middle school and high school for us. I got them registered two weeks ago, and Chris already joined the cross-country team. He ran for his old school in Chagrin and had a couple of records.”

“That’s awesome.” Colin beamed, then sobered. He put one hand up. “I have to say this. If you’re contacted by the Coalition for Order in Cedarwood, tread lightly.”

“The anti-gay group?” Bobby asked. He’d had run-ins with them a couple of times and hated it. “I had one approach me at the diving finals at the beginning of the month. The school superintendent talked to me.”

“Yes. Just…they’re trying to rid the town of anyone they don’t like. Doesn’t matter if you’re gay, lesbian, have purple hair, or a pet giraffe. They want to clean up the town.” He hooked his fingers in the air like quotes. “It’s garbage, but we’re working to change it.”

“There are lots of sports parents who don’t care. They know about me and haven’t treated me any differently. It’s been refreshing, actually.” Bobby widened his stance. “They’ve been very inclusive.”

“That’s great, but it only takes one or two die-hards to cause serious trouble.” Colin handed Bobby a flier. “The big festival is this weekend. Anyone is welcome. There will be rides, games, fireworks, and a concert. Please come. Bring the kids.”

“Sounds good, but my folks are taking Darce and Chris to the lake this weekend,” Bobby replied. “But that doesn’t mean I can’t support the cause.” God knew he could use a night out. “I’ve still got tons of shit in boxes at the house, and I won’t get done unpacking this weekend, so yeah, count me in.”

“You’ll have fun.” Colin clapped Bobby on the shoulder. “I’m glad you’re back. I missed you.”

“Thanks. I missed home. Yeah, I had that falling out with Dad, but it’s getting better.” He winked. “See you this weekend or at the next meeting.”

“It’s a deal. You can meet Jordan and the rest of the guys.” Colin waved and headed across the room to his brother.

“Re-meet him,” Bobby mumbled. He waved and then made his way out to the parking lot. The sun had already set, but the heat hadn’t dissipated. He shrugged into his T-shirt. He hated sleeping in humid evening air—unless he had a hot guy to share his bed. He sighed and climbed behind the wheel of his car. Who was he kidding? He wasn’t going to find anyone in Cedarwood.

He turned the key and the engine roared to life. He rolled the windows down, then headed out of the lot. He’d thought coming back to Cedarwood would be a smart idea. The notion ended up being a mixed bag result. Things were good because the schools were top-notch with great academic and athletic programs for the kids. The move was also beneficial because he was closer to his parents, which gave his children a better chance to get to know them. But man, there were some big negatives. He hadn’t expected to run into so many former classmates or have to deal with so much of his past. He hated running from things, but his high school years hadn’t been the greatest. He liked change and being free.

He turned onto the main drag. The streetlights threw odd shadows on the pavement as he passed the buildings. He remembered zipping up and down the road a hundred times during his senior year. He smiled and scrubbed his forehead with the back of his hand. He’d driven to clear his mind and to forget the way he’d felt about Damon Barnes. The soccer jock hadn’t noticed him, and he’d been too embarrassed to admit he was gay back then.

He sighed and headed north of town to his development. He’d had so many missed opportunities in life—missed connections with guys he’d liked, jobs he’d wanted, and situations he’d liked to have experienced. After Helene left, he swore he wasn’t going to have any more regrets.

Right now he regretted not having a hot fuck in his bed. He needed someone to share his life with for even just a couple of days, but his self-imposed rule kept most potential partners away. He refused to bring random guys home for sex. He scrubbed his face again, then pulled into his driveway. He’d seen a man around town but hadn’t made a move. What if the guy said no? Or what if he was turned off by a man with kids? What if he wasn’t even gay? He groaned. Time to stop thinking about sex and hot men. He was a dad and had to think about his children—not his dick.

He eased the car into the garage and shut off the engine. He hit the button to close the door, then left the vehicle. He thought about the guy he’d seen running at the metro park. If he was meant to find a lover in Cedarwood, then it would happen, but he doubted it. Fate had a certain way of kicking him in the teeth when it came to relationships.

He stopped in the middle of the dark garage. His thoughts turned to Helene. He’d believed they were all happy when he was with her. Well, no. They were fine. Not happy, just fine. He shook his head. He wasn’t fine, and they hadn’t been back then either. Sure, he was glad he had Darcy and Christopher, but he wished he’d been honest with himself from the start. As much as he’d come to dislike Helene, he knew down in his heart that she’d deserved better. She’d left him in a tough spot, but she hadn’t been the one for him and he hadn’t been himself with her.

He made his way over to the man door leading into the house. Time to stop thinking about the past. He needed to be Dad now. He strode into the house and stepped around the boxes in the dining room. One day he’d have everything put where it belonged, but not tonight.

Chris sat on the couch and Darcy was stretched out beside him, but under a blanket. A bowl of half-eaten popcorn remained on the coffee table and sitcoms that were almost as old as Bobby played on the television.

“Watching educational television?” Bobby asked, sarcasm dripping from his words. “I remember this show.” He didn’t, not really, but sometimes getting Chris to talk was harder than complex taxes.

“I like their style,” Chris replied. “She’s asleep if you want to carry her upstairs.”

Crap. He’d planned on getting home before she conked out. “Sorry I was late.” He tossed his keys onto the table, then rounded the couch. He scooped Darcy into his arms. Although she was twelve and strong from the hundreds of thousands of laps in the pool, the girl was tiny. He carried her up to her bedroom and left her under the covers.

“Thanks, Dad,” she murmured, then rolled over.

Bobby kissed her head. “Night, Peanut.” He left her door open a crack, then went back downstairs.

“She wanted to swim. I know you said no, but it helped her blow off steam.” Chris turned off the television. “She’s angry about the move.”

“I know.” He’d expected this. He’d waited until after school let out before he’d had them transferred. Both kids would be starting in new buildings—Chris as a sophomore and Darcy in the seventh grade. He felt for Chris, but the kid could make friends anywhere and had a knack for getting his sister to open up about almost everything. Bobby sat opposite his son on the couch. “What upset her?”

Chris grabbed a handful of popcorn from the bowl. “There’s a kid on the swim team who said she didn’t belong. She made fun of Darcy’s suit, then her cap because it wasn’t the same as the other kids.” He rolled his eyes. “She wants her old friends and her old room back.”

For being fifteen, the kid could be incredibly mature. Bobby picked up the bowl of popcorn. “We can’t go back to the old house. It sold within hours of putting it on the market. I’ve told her however she wants to decorate her room, we’ll do it.” As for the kid on the team, he’d have to pay attention at practice in the morning. He wouldn’t involve the parents, but he’d listen in and see if he could give his daughter better advice in dealing with the little shit.

“She’s worried you’ll replace Mom.” Chris shrugged. “I’m not.” The muscle in his jaw twitched and if Bobby wasn’t mistaken, the kid had a thin growth of hair on his cheeks.

“Still mad at Mom?” He didn’t blame Chris. Helene’s leaving had been difficult all the way around. “Part of that was my fault.”

“Dad, you’re gay. So what? Mom didn’t have to abandon us because she hated you.” Chris shook his head and stuffed the popcorn into his mouth.

Bobby admired his son’s ability to be frank but still act his age. He grabbed a handful of popcorn but didn’t say anything. If Christopher wanted to talk, then he’d listen.

“She acts like she hates us. She won’t come to the swim meets or my meets. I don’t understand.” Chris flipped his hair out of his eyes. Normally, he had his tresses back in a ponytail at the back of his head. When he wore his hair loose, most of the strands ended up in front of his face. “We’re not bad kids.”

“No, you’re not.”

“It fucking sucks.” Chris’s voice cracked and he averted his gaze when he swore. “Sorry, Dad, but it does. She’s our mom and doesn’t want us, but she’s pregnant with Glenn’s baby.”

Bobby bristled. He knew Helene had moved on, but he’d thought she was with a guy named Trent, not Glenn. He also never expected her to get pregnant—not after the way she pitched a fit after she had Darcy.

“Yeah, she’s gonna marry Glenn and have a perfect life.” Chris hopped up from the couch. “She sent me an e-mail.” He retrieved his phone from the table, then handed the device over to Bobby. “Congratulations. We’re expanding.”

Bobby sighed as he read the words. Sure enough, his ex had announced via email she was going to change her last name again and have a baby. “Good for her.” He only half-meant it. “If this makes her happy, then we should be happy.” Kind of. “You’ve got me and we’re a team. If Mom doesn’t want to be around, then don’t force it.”

“You’re taking it well,” Chris said. He plopped onto the couch. “When are you going to get a boyfriend? No one cares if you do. Darce would love it.”

He paused and measured his words carefully. “I’m waiting for the right one to come along. Nothing drastic or quick. I’ve got you two to worry about, and that’s what’s important.”

“Couldn’t find a hookup at the support group?” Chris crooked his eyebrows. “Maybe next week?”

“You want me married off, huh?” He hugged his son and laughed. The last thing he needed to worry about was a relationship, yet his kids wanted him to be happy and thought that was what he wanted. Fuck. He had no idea what he needed.

“Dad, you’re depressed. Darcy might not understand, but I see it.” Chris shrugged. “You and Terry were pretty happy.”

“I guess.” He clapped Chris on the shoulder. “You’d better get to bed and stop worrying about my love life. Worry about your own and that cute girl at practice. She seemed nice. Nicole? Or was her name Nichelle?”

From his hairline to the neckline of his shirt, Chris blushed. “Her name is Carrie.”

“She’s cute.” He grabbed the popcorn bowl and carried it to the kitchen. “Get some rest so you’re fresh for practice.”

“Got it.” Chris dipped his head and scrambled up the stairs.

Bobby returned to the kitchen and scrubbed both hands over his face. Well, fuck. His kids were worried about his relationship status. It wasn’t their problem, and besides, he’d thought he’d been doing a decent job raising them alone. He groaned. He should call his parents if for no other reason than to find out what they knew. He loved his mother and father, but with the problems they’d had in the past he wasn’t sure he wanted them to know his kids were upset about him being alone. He grabbed another handful of popcorn. Being a single parent wasn’t his idea of fun.

He’d never dated a man who could understand him. He’d thought he found the right man in Terry, but Terry never could accept the kids—not totally. Neil had never been a good choice and couldn’t care emotionally for anyone but himself.

He finished the popcorn, then ruffled through the stack of mail. He recognized the names on the envelopes. Two were bills, one was a check, and the fourth…he wished he had his glasses. He held the envelope closer and reread the return address.

The Coalition for Order in Cedarwood.

Good God. He checked the name on the front once more. “Dear occupant,” he mumbled. They hadn’t necessarily zeroed in on him. No, they were blanketing the community. He shook his head and opened the envelope.

He scanned the letter and bit back a gag. The Coalition made it sound like they welcomed everyone to town and looked forward to the festival. They wanted unity within the community. Sure, they did. He tossed the letter into the garbage. He didn’t want his kids seeing that crap.

He locked the back and front doors and turned the lights off along the way upstairs. A dull ache started behind his eyes. He glanced over at the clock. Shit. Was it almost eleven already? He stripped out of his clothes and put on sleep shorts, then collapsed on his bed. Maybe things would work out in the morning.

* * * *

The next morning, Bobby drove the kids to the metro park. He parked by the wooden fence. If he came back to the car, he could see the cross-country team and the pools.

“Thanks, Dad.” Chris climbed out of the vehicle first. “Meet you here at noon?”

“Practice is that long?” he asked.

“The high school practice lasts longer than the junior high, but they’re having a meeting too.” Chris pointed to the pond. “You’ll be able to see us when you’re done with your run. If we get done early, I’ll come over to the pools.”

“Good deal.” He waited for Chris to join the knot of runners before he turned his attention to Darcy. “I hear there’s a kid giving you trouble.”

“I knew Chris would tell.” She folded her arms. “It’s not a big deal.”

“No?” He turned around as best he could in the seat and met her gaze. “Peanut, no one has the right to make fun of you, but what have I told you?”

“If they make fun, they’re doing it because they’re not feeling good about themselves,” she answered, her tone flat.

At least she’d heard him. “Okay, then don’t let her get to you.”

“Dad, you don’t understand.” Darcy grabbed the back of the seat and scooted forward. “I want to go home. I hate it here. We were good in Chagrin. My room is there and so are my friends. We can visit Grandma and Grandpa without being in the same town.”

“Sweetheart, I can’t change what happened.” But now he felt helpless.

“You said not to let people make fun of me, but when Neil made fun of you we moved.”

“He didn’t make fun of me.” There was so much more to the change than just Neil’s attitude and he knew damn well she’d never understand. How should he put some of this into a way to explain? “We moved from Chagrin because I wanted to have my own accounting business. I could get the building and our new house for the best deal. If I’d opened the same business in Chagrin, I still would’ve had to sell the house. Yes, Neil acted like a jerk, but that’s his problem.”

“Oh.” She toyed with her swim cap. “Sorry, Dad.”

“I know this is tough. Moving isn’t fun for any of us.”

“Chris isn’t having a bad time,” she replied.

“He handles things differently than you do. I’m sure he’s having some problems, but he found friends.” He pointed over his shoulder at the pool. “Other than the girl who is jealous of your suit, aren’t there other kids who are nice?”

“Yes.” She half-smiled. “Some of them.”

“Be yourself, Peanut. Until you do that, you won’t be happy.” He turned and climbed out of the car. He opened the door for his daughter. He knew all too well about now being honest with himself. Things were different for Darcy, but it all boiled down to being happy with herself.

Darcy flung her arms around his waist. “Thanks, Dad.” She held on another moment. “At least you bought the house with the pool.”

“For a certain swimmer. Grab your bag and get moving so you’re not late. I’ll be on the trails, then I’ll meet you when you’re done. I might even watch during practice.” He winked as she slung her duffle bag onto her shoulder. “Okay?”

“Thanks.” She nodded and her smile widened. “Have fun on your run.”

He sagged against the side of the car and watched her join the other kids at the pool. Things weren’t settled with her and she’d have more questions, but he’d bought himself some time.

Bobby clipped the lanyard onto his keys, then draped the lanyard around his neck. He picked up his water bottle and downed half of the cool liquid. He ran through his battery of stretches while he also mentally worked through his schedule for the day. Once the kids were done with practice, he had to drop them off with his parents so he could get a solid six hours in at the office. Thank God tax season was over and he’d waited until after April to move the family. He’d never be able to finish taxes for his various clients and box up his belongings at the same time.

“Dad.” Darcy bounded back up to him but without her bag. “They’re moving practice to the indoor pool so they can open the outside pool up to everyone else.”

“Okay. I’ll catch you there.” He waited once again until she disappeared into the building with the other kids on her swim team before he set out on his run. He glanced over at the cross-country team. Christopher, plus two boys and three girls, were off to the side going through their stretches.

At least he knew where his kids were. He adjusted his fitness band and rolled his shoulders. He hadn’t done enough pre-run stretching, but he needed to get moving. The stress of the day—which hadn’t even really started yet—washed over him. He had too much on his plate. He checked his laces and finished loosening up.

Bobby headed off in the direction of the trails. He liked to start at the north end and work his way back around the serpentine track. The sound of the crushed limestone under his shoes lulled him. He could get lost in his thoughts during his runs and preferred things that way. As he rounded through the woods, he noticed a pair of runners coming toward him.

A woman and a man. He didn’t mind sharing the track with others, but liked the solitary qualities. He wasn’t one for talking while he worked out.

The pair hustled up to him, and he made eye contact with the guy. A shiver ran the length of his spine and he could’ve sworn he’d been hit by lightning. He’d never felt so off balance in his life.

The man smiled and nodded but didn’t stop running. The woman seemed to look right through him.

He kept going and tried to shake the prickly feeling. He had no idea if the handsome shirtless man was even gay. This was his problem. The men he was attracted to weren’t attracted to him. He flexed his fingers and kept running. He wasn’t an ugly man—was he? He kept himself in shape and wasn’t covered in body hair. He wasn’t tattooed up or pierced in strange places.

Maybe that was his problem. He wasn’t original enough. He blended in everywhere he went. He’d been told he was handsome but distant. He had kids! He had to make sure things were on the level before he introduced the new person into his family equation. He and Terry couldn’t make the distance thing work, and he was okay with that. He hated not having his lover there to hold at night. Better to be without than with and not getting any. He chuckled. Only he could come to that conclusion.

Then there was the second long-term boyfriend, Neil. The guy swore he loved Bobby, but when the truth came out that hadn’t been the case. Neil didn’t want to be a father. He wanted someone in his life who could take care of him, but God forbid he have to care for other human beings. He should’ve known the moment he and Neil got together that they weren’t going to work. He’d pushed his better judgment aside in favor of a hot man. That was his problem. He’d lowered his standards.

He was crazy. He glanced over his shoulder, but the man and woman weren’t on the track. Probably good. He needed to get his head out of his ass and stop thinking about sex and hot men.

He kept going down the trail. Sooner or later he’d run his problems out of his mind or he’d simply work off his breakfast. Something like that. Running helped him clear his brain. He noticed the cross-country team through the trees. He’d pass them soon. He’d promised Chris he wouldn’t embarrass him. He picked up the pace and smiled at the runners as he passed them. He waved at Chris, but didn’t say a word.

“That’s Dad,” Chris said. He turned his attention to Bobby. “Hi, Dad.”

“Hey, kid.” He focused on the path ahead, but could’ve sworn he heard one of the girls speak.

“That’s your dad? He looks so…not like a dad.”

Bobby smothered a smile behind his hand and continued running. He wasn’t invisible to everyone, and now he didn’t look like a dad. Maybe next he could look like a hot guy and get a date. Maybe.

Unleashing His Roar by @MeganSlayer #mmromance #sanctuary #lionshifter


Unleashing His Roar

Sanctuary, Book 7

Megan Slayer

M/M, Anal Sex, Masturbation

Paranormal, Contemporary, Lion Shifters/Panther Shifters

From Resplendence Publishing

Cover art by Kris Norris


** An AllRomance Ebooks Bestseller!**



Wanted: a shifter. Must be caring, understanding, open-minded and looking for a shifter in return.


Zeus knew from the beginning he was different. Where the other lion shifters had paired up, he was still single. All he wants is a partner and finds a dating app on his phone. Will the app lead him to the man of his dreams or to a disaster just waiting to happen?


Justin isn’t where he wants to be. He knows shifters aren’t supposed to work for the humans, but due to a circumstance that spiraled out of his control…he’s in over his head. He wants out and when he spies Zeus on the dating app, he’s willing to risk everything to get to the lion shifter. He believes Zeus might be the one to help him move beyond his past and unleash his roar.


Will the panther and lion find each other or will Justin’s past keep them apart?


Available at:

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Saturday Spankings ~ by @MeganSlayer #satspanks #contemporaryromance #mm


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I took a short break from posting and the spanks, but once spanked, you can’t stop. Well, I can’t. So I’m back. I’m featuring my novella, Raining Men. I love Leo and he needed his story, so here it is. I’m happy to bring him to you and hope you love him as much as I do.

Raining Men Raining Men

Club Desire book 8


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


Resplendence Publishing

Sparks fly in the midst of a glitter rain.

Tyrone Zade fell for his Dom the first time they were together. He knew Sir was the only one for him. He needs the spanking and domination to level himself out. He knows his heart and what he desires. When he visits Raining Men night and sees Leo in the glitter shower, he can’t hold back. But can this baseball player who isn’t out yet, be true to himself and the game he loves?

Leo never planned to settle down. Hell, he never planned on taking on a permanent sub. He lives his life freely and doesn’t report to anyone. But he’s lying to himself. He’s seen the other Doms pairing up as well as others finding love at Club Desire and when he’s with Ty, his life balances out. Can he accept the sub he needs and the life he wants, or will he allow fear to win and push Ty away?

Anything can happen when it’s raining men.

An AllRomance Ebooks Bestseller

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And now for that spanking excerpt:

©Megan Slayer, 2016, All Rights Reserved

“I deserve another.”

“You do?” He didn’t give Ty a chance to think about it. Instead, be brought his hand down on Ty’s ass, sprinkling Ty with spankings on both cheeks. His skin burned red and Ty tensed with each attack.

“Oh God, Sir. Yes. Thank you.” He balled his hands. “More.”

“Not yet.” Leo smoothed his palm over Ty’s ass once again.

Perspiration shimmered on Ty’s back. Leo kissed Ty’s shoulder. He needed more connection with Ty. Love bubbled in his heart, and power radiated through him. He might be dominating Ty, but Ty held Leo’s soul in both hands.

“Thank you, Sir.” Ty shivered.

“I’m not done.”

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There has been a lot of things going on in my life. Lately it seems like I can’t keep up with everything. I had surgery a little over two weeks ago and getting back up to speed afterwards is taking its toll on me. I thought I’d just bounce back. I’d be up and running after a few days.

Physically, I’m up and running. For the most part, I’m healed. It’s nice, since I’m a mom and keep up with the tot requires me to be on my toes.

But the writing part…that’s where I feel like I’m falling behind. I don’t have a huge schedule or a ton of deadlines set up for me. What I do have is a few deadlines set up for me. Now usually, I thrive on deadlines. I need that structure. I was that dork in school who loved to know ahead of time when everything was due and what was expected so I could get them done. On the writing front, I even worked myself hard to meet all of my deadlines ahead of time so I knew when I healed I wasn’t going to have stuff hanging over my head.

I had this crazy notion that while I was in the hospital, I’d write in my notebook. Yeah, that didn’t happen. When I could keep my eyes open, I wasn’t thinking about stories. Nope. I was thinking about going home and keeping something down.

Then I thought, I’m home, so I’ll get all of this writing done. I didn’t. I watched movies, slept a lot and read a couple of books. But writing? It wasn’t happening. I’d open the notebook or look at the laptop and lose not only interest but enthusiasm.

I hated it.

I’m back on the horse, so to speak. I’ve gotten words written and pages down. I’ve got two notebooks full of more words that need to go into the computer. It’s happening. Little by little. Baby steps.

What did I realize though as I healed was that I needed a break. It wasn’t that the words weren’t there. It wasn’t that I’d lost the touch. I needed a break. My body said, um, yeah. Time to heal.

I listened. I took those two weeks off. I didn’t force myself to write. I didn’t allow myself to feel guilty because I wasn’t writing. To my shock, it worked. I don’t make myself write just yet. If the words flow, I jump on the feeling. If they don’t…I find something else to do until they do.

What about you? Have you ever had this happen? Ever felt like you were falling behind or failing? Did you ever need a break? I’d love to know. We can commiserate.

~ ~ ~

Here’s a little bit about my latest release, Unleashing His Roar. Check it out!

Unleashing His Roar  unleashing-his-roar

Sanctuary, Book 7

Megan Slayer

M/M, Anal Sex, Masturbation

Paranormal, Contemporary, Lion Shifters/Panther Shifters

From Resplendence Publishing

Cover art by Kris Norris


** An AllRomance Ebooks Bestseller!**


Wanted: a shifter. Must be caring, understanding, open-minded and looking for a shifter in return.

Zeus knew from the beginning he was different. Where the other lion shifters had paired up, he was still single. All he wants is a partner and finds a dating app on his phone. Will the app lead him to the man of his dreams or to a disaster just waiting to happen?

Justin isn’t where he wants to be. He knows shifters aren’t supposed to work for the humans, but due to a circumstance that spiraled out of his control…he’s in over his head. He wants out and when he spies Zeus on the dating app, he’s willing to risk everything to get to the lion shifter. He believes Zeus might be the one to help him move beyond his past and unleash his roar.

Will the panther and lion find each other or will Justin’s past keep them apart?


Available at:

Resplendence Publishing: http://www.resplendencepublishing.com/m8/834-978-1-60735-961-6–unleashing-his-roar-sanctuary-book-seven-by-megan-slayer.html

BN: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/unleashing-his-roar-megan-slayer/1124662652?ean=2940156781256

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©Megan Slayer, 2016, All Rights Reserved


His phone beeped and vibrated in his hand. He tensed at the sound. The noise came back. He should look at the screen. Should. His heart hammered, and the lion clawed at him from within. He turned his attention from the big cat to the phone. A gigantic arrow with Justin’s photo in it bounced back and forth on the screen. He touched the arrow and held his breath. Justin had replied.

Hi. Saw you, too. I’d like to talk. Tell me about you.

Holy shit. Excitement rippled through him. The lion stood at attention within him, equally thrilled. Zeus blew out the breath he’d held. What should he say? He didn’t want to sound silly.

I’m thirty-three. Single. I work @ a shelter. He paused. What else should he add? I’m looking for love.

He hit send before he could delete the words he’d typed. He probably sounded ridiculous. When Justin replied, Zeus yelped. He glanced over at Joe, who didn’t seem to have noticed.

Love, huh? Are you a romantic?

A romantic? More like a horny bastard who wanted sex that might become love. He drummed his fingers on the desk. Answering would be smart.

Justin replied first. Oh. You’re unsure? I’m a romantic. There’s someone out there for everyone, and I’m looking for my someone.

Damn. Justin was a romantic or, at least, came across that way. Maybe, the sweetness was a little much, but oh well. He’d never know if he didn’t try. Want to meet? You sound like my kind of guy.