Thursday, November 20, 2014

Monday Morning Armchair Quarterback ~ Week Eleven


A win is a win and we'll take it. Woo hoo!!! Now for more fun!

Here are the Honorable Mentions from last week: 

"Not happy about that grab."
It was harsh, but he liked it. He's kidding.

"Spurts out."
Snicker.

"they are getting physically manhandled on the line."
Someone is overly enthusiastic.

"how undersized the receivers are."
It was teeny night. 

Messy can be fun. Now on to those football funnies of the week.

"body weight and lean"
Odd. Is this a qualification request?

"shrinked up for a loss."
Interesting since shrinked isn't even a word. Must've been cold.

"trying to connect with his tight end."
Aren't we all?

"covers as much ground--so fast and so tall."
 I want pictures.

"packing the box."
Kinky.

"got it up in the pocket."
Probably a good place to get it up.

And now for that Doozy of the Week. I love these. These are so much fun.  

"trying all they can to put more bodies in."
Sounds fun. Where are the sign-up sheets?


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Since you're reading this, I'll bring this up. There's a Bengals player whose daughter was diagnosed with cancer. A portion of his jersey sales are being donated to the Cincinnati Children's Hospital to help with cancer research. It's a great cause. I've ordered mine. Want to know more?

Thank you!


Andy Dalton, #14, Quarterback for the Cincinnati Bengals
By Melissa Batson (Own work) [CC-BY-SA-3.0
 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0)], 
via Wikimedia Commons

Wednesday, November 19, 2014

Monday Morning Armchair Quarterback ~ Week Ten


Bummer. That was sad! But next week is another week. Sigh. 

Here are the Honorable Mentions from last week: 

"very active in this first half--trying to catch his breath."
Because he plays by the halves.

"Got with some pace."
Yes, because too fast or too slow isn't good--unless you want it to be.

"he pops the ball out."
Hmm. Out of what? I'm seeing a ball cage involved here. Am I wrong?

"first time they've given it away in 100 trips."
Usually it's for sale.

Messy can be fun. Now on to those football funnies of the week.

"try to get some penetration down the middle."
Whatever works.

"Stacked formation."
On top? Or side to side? Or both? A pyramid?

"primarily a slot receiver."
And she's proud.

"gotta make 'em miss if you want big returns."
I suppose this is right, but interestingly put.

"ball's gotta come out pretty quick."
Or someone won't get off.

And now for that Doozy of the Week. I love these. These are so much fun.  

"if he gets it up, it's an easy catch."
Snicker!!!


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Since you're reading this, I'll bring this up. There's a Bengals player whose daughter was diagnosed with cancer. A portion of his jersey sales are being donated to the Cincinnati Children's Hospital to help with cancer research. It's a great cause. I've ordered mine. Want to know more?

Thank you!


Andy Dalton, #14, Quarterback for the Cincinnati Bengals
By Melissa Batson (Own work) [CC-BY-SA-3.0
 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0)], 
via Wikimedia Commons

Tuesday, November 18, 2014

A Visit from the Cover Faery!


This is for my upcoming short story from MLR Press, Harvest Moon, part of the Moon Series and the Bleh! Turkey series!

 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.

Wednesday, November 5, 2014

Out Now ~ Needing Desire ~ A #ClubDesire #MMRomance #BDSM

Needing Desire by Megan Slayer  

A Beyond Club Desire Erotic Gem story
M/M, Anal Sex, BDSM, Toys, Spanking, Bondage
Short Story, Contemporary
Resplendence Publishing

Get your rocks off however you want at Club Desire. We’re not easy and we’re not free, but we are discreet. Find your fantasy in the Club.

Lonely hearts will find a way to mend and grow, especially with cuffs involved.

Jake Charles rules the Toy Box room of Club Desire. Whatever toys the doms want, he supplies. He’s happy with his job, but wants more—especially with Master Tony. There’s only one catch. Master Tony hasn’t noticed him. When the Master comes calling for toys, Jake’s got to decide if he wants to keep his happy but lonely existence or put himself in Master Tony’s arms and gain the desire he desperately needs.

Anything is possible at Club Desire.

Available at Resplendence Publishing: http://www.resplendencepublishing.com/ 

Excerpt:
©Megan Slayer, 2014, All Rights Reserved
Jake made his way down the corridor. The thick carpet muffled his footsteps. The dim light made the deep blue paint on the walls seem softer, almost like velvet. He stopped in front of Master Tony’s door. Being in the blue corridor meant the dom had been at the club awhile and had earned a special room. Jake knocked on the door and waited.
“Come in,” Master Tony said from within the room.
Jake twisted the knob and opened the door. Master Tony’s space had been decked out with the same thick carpet and blue paint. “Here you are, sir. All the toys you’ve requested as well as the lube and rubbers.”
“On the table.” Master Tony stood beside the leather-upholstered table. Plastic had been stretched out under the furniture. He rocked on the balls of his feet, making the plastic crackle with each movement. “I assume you brought everything.”
“Yes, sir.” Jake left the tray on the table then stepped away from Master Tony. “Anything else, sir?”
“Yes. Do you wish to play?”
Jake wobbled on his feet. He couldn’t believe his ears. Master Tony wanted to know if he wished to play?  He hadn’t thought Master Tony was interested. The last thing he knew, Master Tony had a sub. Although Jake had been hurt before, he wanted to open his heart to the dom.
“I asked you a question.” Master Tony stepped up to Jake. He stood about five inches taller than Jake, but the difference seemed greater when they were next to each other. “Well?”
Jake’s heart hammered. He could say no and keep his situation uneventful or he could accept a chance to change his life for a few hours and submit to the man he craved.
Jake nodded then bowed his head. “Yes, sir. I’d like to play.”




Tuesday, November 4, 2014

Out Now! Blue Moon #Paranormal #ghost #mmromance


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 elsefrom 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:

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 imaginationagain.
“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.” Tristanor what sure as hell lookedlike Tristansighed 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 Milonot 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.” 
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Monday, November 3, 2014

Monday Morning Armchair Quarterback ~ Week Nine


Party time! The Bengals won again. It was messy, but they did it.  They won!! Woop, woop!
Now it's time for more fun. The quotes. Gotta love them!

Here are the Honorable Mentions from last week: 

"Two sacks."
Interesting. I hope there's a menage or a MM scene involved.

"In the pocket? Another clinic."
Hmm. That sounds a little gross. Or someone needs to go to the clinic.

"Just handles it."
A true champ. Takes it like a trooper.

"He's so big he immediately gets on top of you."
If it's consensual, then go for it.

"Shaky ball handling."
Messy.

Messy can be fun. Now on to those football funnies of the week.

"Found the hole."
Congratulations!

"Moving well here and got it off."
A well-oiled machine.

"They spread it around."
They play well with others.

"Gonna snatch the ball with his hands."
Better than with his teeth.

"big open hole in there"
Guys do like that.

"blew up that hole."
With a toy or what?

And now for that Doozy of the Week. I love these. These are so much fun.  

"He's bounced around."
From person to person and he likes it.


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Since you're reading this, I'll bring this up. There's a Bengals player whose daughter was diagnosed with cancer. A portion of his jersey sales are being donated to the Cincinnati Children's Hospital to help with cancer research. It's a great cause. I've ordered mine. Want to know more?

Thank you!


Andy Dalton, #14, Quarterback for the Cincinnati Bengals
By Melissa Batson (Own work) [CC-BY-SA-3.0
 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0)], 
via Wikimedia Commons

Monday Morning Armchair Quarterback ~ Week Eight (a tick late)


Week Eight. It wasn't pretty, but it's great. We're on a winning streak again. Whew! 

Here are the Honorable Mentions from last week: 

"Penetration right in the hole."
Oh good. It's better than NOT in the hole. 

"Trying to get wide"
For? Clarification please.

"He knifes in."
Ouch. That just sounds gross. 

"Allowing penetration."
Agreeing is always a good thing.

"Gotta be able to haul that in."
Completing the pass is a good thing, too.

Messy can be fun. Now on to those football funnies of the week.

"a big hole up the middle."
Much better than a hole on the side.

"Let's see when this squirts out."
When he's done, I'd think.

"Came out of the stack with great pursuit"
He likes being in that stack.

"Helped blow open the hole for twelve."
For twelve? Holy shit! That's one helluva hole.

"Not happy about the contact after the release."
Well, be that way.

"Lots of backs, lots of action."
Sounds like a nice line-up.

And now for that Doozy of the Week. I love these. These are so much fun.  

"Came out for five-wides."
Uh...does that mean the individual really takes it in? I think I need pictures.


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Since you're reading this, I'll bring this up. There's a Bengals player whose daughter was diagnosed with cancer. A portion of his jersey sales are being donated to the Cincinnati Children's Hospital to help with cancer research. It's a great cause. I've ordered mine. Want to know more?

Thank you!


Andy Dalton, #14, Quarterback for the Cincinnati Bengals
By Melissa Batson (Own work) [CC-BY-SA-3.0
 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0)], 
via Wikimedia Commons