Shattered by @meganslayer #romance #historical #gay #gayromance #pnr @changelingpress

Shattered by Megan Slayer

Start Me Up series

Set in Stone Series

Changeling Press

Recent Historical, (1979-80), Paranormal, Sci-Fi/Fantasy

M/M, Anal Sex, Masturbation

Short Story (20,000 words)

Could dying truly be the way to living your best life?

Danny Todd thought he had it all — the life, the job and the perfect partner in Eric. But every relationship has its struggles. Eric knows the dark spots in Danny’s past. He knows everything about him. Danny doesn’t want to split, but the romance has hit a rough stretch.

In the summer of 1980, the worst happens. Eric is the victim of a random shooting. He knows there’s one way he can to get back to Danny, but it’s risky. If he can return, as a robot, he knows he can fix their relationship and make it stronger.

But Danny doesn’t believe in magic… not yet.

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Copyright ©2020 Megan Slayer

This e-book file contains sexually explicit scenes and adult language which some may find offensive and which is not appropriate for a young audience. Changeling Press E-Books are for sale to adults, only, as defined by the laws of the country in which you made your purchase. Please store your files wisely, where they cannot be accessed by under-aged readers.

Eric rubbed his forehead. Danny didn’t want to discuss anything metaphysical, anything paranormal… none of it. He didn’t believe. The tips of Eric’s ears heated, and his skin itched. He hated when Danny got irritated in front of their friends. He loved Danny more than anything, but sometimes the guy wouldn’t listen.

“It wasn’t bullshit,” Steve said. He lowered his voice. “The cancer was real. You saw me cough up blood. You saw the sores. I didn’t make that up.”

“I know.” Eric sighed. He waited for Danny to duck into the bathroom. “But he doesn’t think you came back.”

“He wouldn’t believe Bob, either.” Chris leaned back in his seat. “I didn’t believe. I mean, I got a letter and couldn’t open it right away. It hurt too much to lose Steve and when I finally read the letter, I didn’t think it was real. I mean, Jesus. The letter seemed to be from Steve and telling me to go to a shop. Then I go there and there’s a robot that looks just like Steve. It was uncanny.”

“How did you know it was him?” Eric needed to know everything. The concept of reincarnation fascinated him.

“I just did.” Chris shrugged. “It’s hard to explain. He knew things someone reading about me wouldn’t know. He had the mole on his ribs, the scar on his hip… He knew where to touch me. As much as I wanted to think it was, as Danny said, bullshit, my heart knew better.”

“Is that how it all came together?” Eric asked.

“It’s a spell. By falling in love with me, like he’d been before, he broke the spell and allowed me to live again,” Steve said. “I don’t suggest going through the spell a bunch of times or trying to die to have it enacted, but it gave us the second chance we needed.”

“Cancer didn’t win.” Chris patted Steve’s thigh. “We did.”

“God.” Danny strode back into the room. “Too mushy and a load of crap. Spells don’t exist and neither does reincarnation.”

“You don’t mean you wouldn’t want to come back if you died?” Steve asked. “You wouldn’t want a second chance to be everything you’re not right now?”

“No because it’s not something that happens.” Danny sat beside him again. “People don’t come back, and robots don’t turn into people. This isn’t Pinocchio.”

Eric toyed with his wine glass. “Sorry.” Embarrassment threatened to swallow him whole. Danny didn’t open up often, especially if something scared him, and that left Eric to clean up the mess when Danny spoke his mind.

“We need to go. I’ve got work in the morning,” Danny said. “If I don’t show up at the gym, then the kids won’t have anyone to monitor their basketball games.”

Eric finished his wine, then stood. “Can I take these to the kitchen for you?” He scooped up his glass and Danny’s, then nodded to the adjacent room.

“Sure.” Chris stood. He rubbed his hands on his jeans legs, then followed Eric into the kitchen.

Eric rinsed the glasses in the sink. “Thanks for the conversation this evening. I enjoyed myself.”

“Welcome,” Chris said. “I know it seems farfetched and hard to believe. But if something happens to Danny or you and you want to come back, consider Start Me Up.”

Waiting on A Friend by @meganslayer #romance #gay #gayromance #recenthistorical #christmas @changelingpress #PNR

Waiting on a Friend by Megan Slayer

A Set in Stone Novella

Christmas, Recent Historical, Paranormal Gay Romance

From Changeling Press

Short Story

M/M, Anal Sex

Art by Bryan Keller

King Mason doesn’t want to spend another year alone. He loves his job at the men’s shelter, but there has to be more from life than work. He’s seen the pretty blond man around the community and can’t wait to make a move at the Christmas street party.

Randall Stevens has big plans for Christmas 1980, and all of them involve meeting King Mason. He’s fallen hard for the man, and his wish is to take things to the next level. Christmas Eve just might be the night — except some wishes are meant to go sideways. Can Start Me Up help provide the solution he and King need?

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Waiting on A Friend by @meganslayer #recenthistorical #gay #gayromance #christmas #romance #secondchance @changelingpress

Waiting on a Friend by Megan Slayer

A Set in Stone Novella

Christmas, Recent Historical, Paranormal Gay Romance

From Changeling Press

Short Story

M/M, Anal Sex

Art by Bryan Keller

King Mason doesn’t want to spend another year alone. He loves his job at the men’s shelter, but there has to be more from life than work. He’s seen the pretty blond man around the community and can’t wait to make a move at the Christmas street party.

Randall Stevens has big plans for Christmas 1980, and all of them involve meeting King Mason. He’s fallen hard for the man, and his wish is to take things to the next level. Christmas Eve just might be the night — except some wishes are meant to go sideways. Can Start Me Up help provide the solution he and King need?

https://www.changelingpress.com/waiting-on-a-friend-a-start-me-up-christmas-story-set-in-stone-multi-author-12-b-3113

https://books2read.com/u/m0wvM7

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Start Me Up by @meganslayer #paranormal #recenthistorical #gay #gayromance #fantasy #meganslayer

Start Me Up by Megan Slayer 51d7zEI4XSL

Set in Stone

Changeling Press

Recent Historical, (1979), Paranormal, Sci-Fi/Fantasy

M/M, Anal Sex, Masturbation

Short Story (16,000 words)

 

Could losing his partner be the gateway to the greatest experience of his life? 

Chris Jordan swore when his partner died in January of 1979, he’d never find another lover. He didn’t want another one. But six months later, he still yearns for the man he loved.

Chris finds a letter from Steve telling him to visit Start Me Up, an electronics store. What could his partner have planned? What he finds at the store blows his mind, but will he be able to accept the desires of his partner — especially a seemingly robotic version of Steve?

Only time and patience will tell if these two lovers can find the passion they shared or if Steve’s death meant the end of everything.

Available at:

Changeling Press: http://changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=2504

BN: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/start-me-up-megan-slayer/1124207618?ean=2940156712458

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01J6XINHI/

https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B01J6XINHI/

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https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B01J6XINHI/

https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/start-me-up/id1215705867?mt=11

Universal Link: https://books2read.com/u/3GM7zn

 

All rights reserved.
Copyright ©2016 Megan Slayer

This e-book file contains sexually explicit scenes and adult language which some may find offensive and which is not appropriate for a young audience. Changeling Press E-Books are for sale to adults, only, as defined by the laws of the country in which you made your purchase. Please store your files wisely, where they cannot be accessed by under-aged readers.

1979

“I love you, Stephen Kyle.” Chris Jordan rested his head on the wall of the shower stall. He wound his fingers around his dick and stroked himself. Every nerve ending tingled and his body buzzed. He cupped his balls in his other hand and widened his stance. His knees wobbled. The more he thrust into his fingers, the closer he got to coming apart. He needed this. Needed to be wanted and excited.

He rested his head against the tiles and groaned. Dear God, he wanted a dick in his ass. Wanted to come apart and be held. He squeezed his eyes shut and groaned. His throat ached.

Fucking hell. He gritted his teeth. “Steve,” he bit out. His strokes turned feral and he tensed. The muscles in his legs trembled. Heat overwhelmed him, despite the chilly water. The shiver started low in his body and overwhelmed him in a second as the climax hit.

Chris bowed his head and opened his eyes. Cum shot across the stall and down the curtain. Cold water sprayed down on him, but did little to bring him out of the post-orgasm fervor. Everything within him sagged. He slid to the floor and drew his knees to his chest. He rested his forehead on his knees and sighed.

He missed his lover — his partner, Steve.

Chris blinked back tears and reached up to turn off the water. He needed to get back to his life. But was it really living if his partner wasn’t there? He finally scrambled to his feet, then yanked the towel from the rack. Being alone sucked.

He missed Steve. They were supposed to be looking forward to the 1980s together and proving to the world that gay couples could grow old together. Not now. Not since Steve got the gay cancer and died. The epidemic had ripped through the gay community, seeming to strike at random at first and ravaging friends — with seemingly no cure. At least there hadn’t been a cure in time to save Steve.

Chris left the bathroom and dropped the towel on the floor. If his partner had been there, he would’ve reminded Chris to pick it up. “Hang it on the rack,” he’d say. “It won’t dry unless it’s hung up.”

He’d get there. He yanked a pair of underwear and running shorts from the dresser. Once he donned the clothing, he snatched the towel from the carpet. He draped the towel across the curtain rod. Not the rack, but who cared?

He grabbed a T-shirt from the laundry basket. Doing chores wasn’t as fun without Steve around. When his partner was still there, they’d turn the tasks into games. Whoever lost made love to the other. Inevitably they both won, even if they lost.

He shrugged the shirt over his head and stuck his arms through the sleeves, then sank onto the bed. According to his friend Dom, he had to get back into life. Sure. Easy for Dom to say — he spent his nights at the clubs and never went home alone. He also never stuck with the same guy or girl for more than a few days. Commitment freaked Dom out. Not Chris. He needed a partner. As soon as he met Steve, he knew — he’d found his partner.

He stared at the photos still stuck in the frame around the mirror. Him and Steve grinning in the sand on the beach at Maumee, standing in front of one of the roller coasters at the local amusement park, at the reception for Steve’s sister, Mimi. His heart ached. He and Steve were expected to come together, but to tell everyone they were just friends. Steve’s family never accepted them as a couple.

He’d memorized every detail of Steve’s face and knew his partner inside and out. The images comforted him. He crossed the room and touched the frame around the photo of him and Steve in their suits. He noticed the envelope behind the picture and winced. He’d been given the envelope during the reading of Steve’s will. The only reason he’d even been invited to the reading had been because their mutual friend, Lew, had written the will and insisted on giving Chris the letter or whatever had been contained in the envelope.

Should he finally crack the seal? Six months since Steve’s death hadn’t made the hurt go away or even lessen a bit. He touched the corner of the envelope. Fear hit him hard. He’d put the thing away and tried to forget about it, but every time he looked at the photos, his curiosity piqued. Would there be something bad in the letter? Something good? He’d never know until he opened it.

He left the bedroom in favor of the kitchen. If he was going to finally open the envelope, he needed wine. Beer. Whatever he had in the fridge containing alcohol. Hell, he’d take whiskey right about now and he wasn’t into the harder stuff.

He poured dark red liquid into a plastic tumbler, then climbed onto the counter to sit. He kept the glass beside him, but didn’t drink.

His heart hammered and he flexed his fingers a couple of times before he picked up the envelope.

“Here goes nothin’,” he murmured. He tore open the back and pressed his lips together. A piece of paper slipped free and fluttered onto his lap…

 

Start Me Up ~ A Set in Stone novella by @MeganSlayer #meganslayer #changelingpress #recenthistorical #gay #gayromance #paranormal #PNR

Start Me Up by Megan Slayer 51d7zEI4XSL

Set in Stone

Changeling Press

Recent Historical, (1979), Paranormal, Sci-Fi/Fantasy

M/M, Anal Sex, Masturbation

Short Story (16,000 words)

 

Could losing his partner be the gateway to the greatest experience of his life? 

Chris Jordan swore when his partner died in January of 1979, he’d never find another lover. He didn’t want another one. But six months later, he still yearns for the man he loved.

Chris finds a letter from Steve telling him to visit Start Me Up, an electronics store. What could his partner have planned? What he finds at the store blows his mind, but will he be able to accept the desires of his partner — especially a seemingly robotic version of Steve?

Only time and patience will tell if these two lovers can find the passion they shared or if Steve’s death meant the end of everything.

Available at:

Changeling Press: http://changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=2504

BN: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/start-me-up-megan-slayer/1124207618?ean=2940156712458

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01J6XINHI/

Universal Link: https://books2read.com/u/3GM7zn

 

All rights reserved.
Copyright ©2016 Megan Slayer

This e-book file contains sexually explicit scenes and adult language which some may find offensive and which is not appropriate for a young audience. Changeling Press E-Books are for sale to adults, only, as defined by the laws of the country in which you made your purchase. Please store your files wisely, where they cannot be accessed by under-aged readers.

1979

“I love you, Stephen Kyle.” Chris Jordan rested his head on the wall of the shower stall. He wound his fingers around his dick and stroked himself. Every nerve ending tingled and his body buzzed. He cupped his balls in his other hand and widened his stance. His knees wobbled. The more he thrust into his fingers, the closer he got to coming apart. He needed this. Needed to be wanted and excited.

He rested his head against the tiles and groaned. Dear God, he wanted a dick in his ass. Wanted to come apart and be held. He squeezed his eyes shut and groaned. His throat ached.

Fucking hell. He gritted his teeth. “Steve,” he bit out. His strokes turned feral and he tensed. The muscles in his legs trembled. Heat overwhelmed him, despite the chilly water. The shiver started low in his body and overwhelmed him in a second as the climax hit.

Chris bowed his head and opened his eyes. Cum shot across the stall and down the curtain. Cold water sprayed down on him, but did little to bring him out of the post-orgasm fervor. Everything within him sagged. He slid to the floor and drew his knees to his chest. He rested his forehead on his knees and sighed.

He missed his lover — his partner, Steve.

Chris blinked back tears and reached up to turn off the water. He needed to get back to his life. But was it really living if his partner wasn’t there? He finally scrambled to his feet, then yanked the towel from the rack. Being alone sucked.

He missed Steve. They were supposed to be looking forward to the 1980s together and proving to the world that gay couples could grow old together. Not now. Not since Steve got the gay cancer and died. The epidemic had ripped through the gay community, seeming to strike at random at first and ravaging friends — with seemingly no cure. At least there hadn’t been a cure in time to save Steve.

Chris left the bathroom and dropped the towel on the floor. If his partner had been there, he would’ve reminded Chris to pick it up. “Hang it on the rack,” he’d say. “It won’t dry unless it’s hung up.”

He’d get there. He yanked a pair of underwear and running shorts from the dresser. Once he donned the clothing, he snatched the towel from the carpet. He draped the towel across the curtain rod. Not the rack, but who cared?

He grabbed a T-shirt from the laundry basket. Doing chores wasn’t as fun without Steve around. When his partner was still there, they’d turn the tasks into games. Whoever lost made love to the other. Inevitably they both won, even if they lost.

He shrugged the shirt over his head and stuck his arms through the sleeves, then sank onto the bed. According to his friend Dom, he had to get back into life. Sure. Easy for Dom to say — he spent his nights at the clubs and never went home alone. He also never stuck with the same guy or girl for more than a few days. Commitment freaked Dom out. Not Chris. He needed a partner. As soon as he met Steve, he knew — he’d found his partner.

He stared at the photos still stuck in the frame around the mirror. Him and Steve grinning in the sand on the beach at Maumee, standing in front of one of the roller coasters at the local amusement park, at the reception for Steve’s sister, Mimi. His heart ached. He and Steve were expected to come together, but to tell everyone they were just friends. Steve’s family never accepted them as a couple.

He’d memorized every detail of Steve’s face and knew his partner inside and out. The images comforted him. He crossed the room and touched the frame around the photo of him and Steve in their suits. He noticed the envelope behind the picture and winced. He’d been given the envelope during the reading of Steve’s will. The only reason he’d even been invited to the reading had been because their mutual friend, Lew, had written the will and insisted on giving Chris the letter or whatever had been contained in the envelope.

Should he finally crack the seal? Six months since Steve’s death hadn’t made the hurt go away or even lessen a bit. He touched the corner of the envelope. Fear hit him hard. He’d put the thing away and tried to forget about it, but every time he looked at the photos, his curiosity piqued. Would there be something bad in the letter? Something good? He’d never know until he opened it.

He left the bedroom in favor of the kitchen. If he was going to finally open the envelope, he needed wine. Beer. Whatever he had in the fridge containing alcohol. Hell, he’d take whiskey right about now and he wasn’t into the harder stuff.

He poured dark red liquid into a plastic tumbler, then climbed onto the counter to sit. He kept the glass beside him, but didn’t drink.

His heart hammered and he flexed his fingers a couple of times before he picked up the envelope.

“Here goes nothin’,” he murmured. He tore open the back and pressed his lips together. A piece of paper slipped free and fluttered onto his lap…

 

Friday Flirt ~ Start Me Up by @MeganSlayer #recenthistorical #mm #gayromance #excerpt

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Start Me Up by Megan Slayer 2504

Set in Stone

Changeling Press

Recent Historical, (1979), Paranormal, Sci-Fi/Fantasy

M/M, Anal Sex, Masturbation

Short Story (16,000 words)

 

Could losing his partner be the gateway to the greatest experience of his life? 

Chris Jordan swore when his partner died in January of 1979, he’d never find another lover. He didn’t want another one. But six months later, he still yearns for the man he loved.

Chris finds a letter from Steve telling him to visit Start Me Up, an electronics store. What could his partner have planned? What he finds at the store blows his mind, but will he be able to accept the desires of his partner — especially a seemingly robotic version of Steve?

Only time and patience will tell if these two lovers can find the passion they shared or if Steve’s death meant the end of everything.

Available at:

Changeling Press: http://changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=2504

BN: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/start-me-up-megan-slayer/1124207618?ean=2940156712458

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Start-Me-Up-Set-Stone-ebook/dp/B01J6XINHI/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1474634823&sr=8-1&keywords=start+me+up+megan+slayer

Kobo: https://store.kobobooks.com/en-us/ebook/start-me-up-set-in-stone 

iBooks: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/start-me-up/id1215705867?ls=1&mt=11

All rights reserved.
Copyright ©2016 Megan Slayer

This e-book file contains sexually explicit scenes and adult language which some may find offensive and which is not appropriate for a young audience. Changeling Press E-Books are for sale to adults, only, as defined by the laws of the country in which you made your purchase. Please store your files wisely, where they cannot be accessed by under-aged readers.

1979

“Please don’t go.”

Chris froze. He had to be imagining things. Steve was dead and there was no way he’d come back. He wasn’t a ghost. Was he pulling a stunt? Nah. That wasn’t possible. The man was dead. No way he could be talking to Chris. None. Still, the voice sounded one hell of a lot like Steve. Chris turned around.

The man resembling Steve smiled. “Christopher Lee Jordan. I left that letter for you to find. I knew it’d take you a while to read it, but I didn’t think it would be this long. I’m sorry. If I could’ve come to you, I would’ve.”

“Come to me?” His breath clogged in his throat again. “I don’t know who you are, but my Steve is dead. I saw him buried.”

“You did,” the man replied.

“Then what’s this all about?” Chris asked.

“I never really died.”