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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?Here's the article link and here's the link to the shop if you're inclined. 
Thank you!

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

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.

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

Needing Desire by Megan Slayer  
A Beyond Club Desire Erotic Gem storyM/M, Anal Sex, BDSM, Toys, Spanking, BondageShort Story, ContemporaryResplendence 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/ And on Kindle: http://www.amazon.com/Needing-Desire-Romance-Megan-Slayer-ebook/dp/B00OQUCT6I/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1413975788&sr=8-1&keywords=Needing+Desire+Megan+Slayer
Excerpt: ©Megan Slayer, 2014, All Rights ReservedJake 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.”

Out Now! Blue Moon #Paranormal #ghost #mmromance

Blue Moon by Megan Slayer  
Part of the Scare This collectionMLR PressM/M, Anal Sex, MasturbationContemporary, Paranormal, GhostsShort 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:MLR Press: http://www.mlrbooks.com/Bookstore.php?bookid=MSBLUEMNAmazon: http://www.amazon.com/Blue-Moon-Scare-This-Book-ebook/dp/B00P5BGGVQ/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1414969714&sr=8-1&keywords=megan+slayer+blue+moonAllRomance Ebooks: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-bluemoon-1660780-340.html
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.” [image error]

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?Here's the article link and here's the link to the shop if you're inclined. 
Thank you!

Andy Dalton, #14, Quarterback for the Cincinnati BengalsBy Melissa Batson (Own work) [CC-BY-SA-3.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/b...)], 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?Here's the article link and here's the link to the shop if you're inclined. 
Thank you!

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

Out Now for Halloween ~ Soldier Boy!

Soldier Boy by Megan Slayer 
Shara Azod PublishingContemporary, Short Story, M/F, I/R, BWWMHalloween
Plenty of surprises in store when the party goes from costumes and fright to sexy delight.Vada hadn’t planned on finding a man at the Halloween party. No, she came to hang out with her best friend, Maya. She’s not there to snag a date, especially not since she’s sworn off men. When a handsome man wearing an Army uniform shows up, Vada begins to rethink her decision. Halloween is a time for rebirth and change. Maybe change—in the form of the blue-eyed, handsome man—is just what she needs.
Features Maya and Levi from Guarding MeShara Azod Publishing: http://www.sharaazod.com/ebook/soldier-boy.html
©Megan Slayer 2014, All Rights ReservedCharlie Frye wiped his hands on his pants and eased backwards against the wall. He hated to be pinned down, but he wasn’t sure what else to do. Most women he’d been interested in didn’t take the forthright approach. Not this woman. She stalked across the room, a vision in gold sparkles and poufy hair. The blood rushed through his body. The predatory gaze in her eyes called to him. He suppressed a groan.Levi had sworn Charlie needed to come to the party. They’d have fun, Levi said. Charlie could get out and meet people. Well, he needed to get out of himself. He’d been alone for too long and stuck in a rut.Seeing the ebony goddess certainly made him rethink his unintended solitude. He forced himself away from the wall and met her in the middle of the living room. The other partygoers swarmed around them, but barely seemed to notice them. He held out his hand to the woman.“Care to dance?” he said, although he wasn’t sure she could hear him over the music.The woman didn’t answer him in words. Instead, she slid her hand into his. One of the people behind her nudged her forward, pressing their bodies together. He groaned. She fit against him perfectly.“Tell me your name,” he said, his mouth a fraction of an inch from her ear.“Vada.” She leaned back in his arms and grinned.God, she had a gorgeous smile.“I’m Charlie.” He wrapped his arms around her. “Nice party.” Christ. He sucked at small talk.“It’s not mine.” She wriggled against him, rubbing him in all the right places. Her breasts bounced with each step.“You’re not looking into my eyes,” she said. She curled her fingers under his chin, redirecting his gaze. “You’ve got nice eyes and I’d like to see them.”“Oh.” The tips of his ears burned. He’d never forgotten why he’d been crap around women and her harsh words reminded him he didn’t belong there.“What’s wrong, sugar?” The corners of her crimson lips kinked and her dark eyes glittered. “Don’t like the noise? Or do the jack-o’-lanterns freak you out?”“I’m not wild about the gigantic spiders,” he confessed. “But it’s more the crowd. I don’t do well when I feel penned in.” He pressed his lips together. He’d never mentioned that tidbit to anyone. Most of the time his issues with crowds were hidden and ignored. A man in the service didn’t show his fears. Never.“I feel you.” She nudged him toward the edge of the room. The music blared, making conversation nearly impossible.Good thing he could read her lips. He wondered what she tasted like. Would she nip his bottom lip or shy away from him if he tried to kiss her? Something about Vada screamed she wouldn’t pull back. She seemed like the type who loved with her whole heart involved.Vada led him through the kitchen to the back of the house and into a screened-in porch. The walls drowned out most of the music, providing some peace and quiet. The chill from the night air seeped into the room, though, and she rubbed her arms.“There isn’t much privacy in this house.” She shrugged. “My best friend likes to throw parties, and ever since she and Levi bought the house, she’s made a point to celebrate every holiday.” She smiled again. “You said your name is Charlie?”“Yeah, I’m in the Air Force. I borrowed this get-up from a friend. He said I’d look cool.” Charlie scrubbed one hand across his forehead. “I don’t know if I look cool or not.”“You’re very handsome.” She tugged at his collar. “I like a man in uniform—even if it’s borrowed. Bet you look sexy in your dress blues.”

Out Now! Redeeming Raygan

Redeeming Raygan by Megan Slayer  
Zero, Ohio ~ book 5MM, Contemporary RomanceFrom Decadent Publishing
Two rough endings can equal one hot beginning. Raygan Mason is done with love. After plenty of failed relationships, he wants nothing of the emotion. He’s broken inside and believes he’s not worthy of redemption...until he meets a man named after a car. Then his structured, but closed off world gets turned upside down.Jamie “Jeep” Grusin isn’t big on love, either. Fresh out of a marriage filled with cheating and lies, he’s not looking for another partner. The writer wants a fresh start and is told Zero will cure what ails him. He’s not convinced...until he ends up at Eight Ball bar.Can two men who think they are totally wrong for each other find out that redemption and a new start is so right?
Decadent publishing link: http://www.decadentpublishing.com/product_info.php?products_id=996&osCsid=kjqg6dq17i0duuhes1t0apas73
amazon link: 
http://www.amazon.com/Redeeming-Raygan-Zero-Megan-Slayer-ebook/dp/B00OFDFS96/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1413161779&sr=8-1&keywords=redeeming+raygan+meganAllRomance Ebooks:https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-redeemingraygan-1652262-149.html
EXCERPT:Copyright ©2014 Megan SlayerHe drove nearly the length of the main street before he spotted the bar. The gigantic eight ball wasn’t lit, but there were lights on within the building. “This must be the place. Jeep pulled into the parking lot, then stopped. He grabbed his wallet, phone and notebook. He refused to be anywhere without a paper and pen.The bell dinged as he headed into the bar. Two men stood behind the counter.“Sorry, buddy,” the black-haired man said. “We’re closed.”The taller man shrugged. “Bobby, lock the main door. We can go out the back when we’re done. One patron won’t hurt anything, but I don’t want a group coming in.” The man turned his attention to Jeep. “What’ll you have?”“Uh—” He’d always known what to say in every situation, but not now. Looking at the brown-haired man twisted Jeep’s tongue. He shook his head to clear his thoughts. “Which one of you has a place for me to stay?” Holy shit. What an unintentional come-on!Both men froze. Jeep knew exactly what he’d said and wished he could’ve taken it back. He scratched his forehead. Shit. He needed to unlearn that bad habit. Still, the nervous gesture gave him time to think.“I meant, I’m new in town and need a place to rent for the next few nights. My publisher, Nelson Vickers, told me someone here has a place for me to stay. I need it while I’m writing.”“You must be looking for Sam,” the black-haired man said. “He’s got half a duplex.”“Yeah.” Jeep nodded. “Him. Which one of you are him?” Hopefully the taller guy was the man he needed to see. He wouldn’t mind spending some quiet time with the handsome man.
“Neither. This is Bobby and my name is Raygan. Sam, the one you’re looking for, works at the community center. It’s closed now, but I’d be willing to bet he’ll help you in the morning.” Raygan placed a coaster on the bar top. “Want a beer?”

Monday Morning Armchair Quarterback ~ Week Seven (and on time)

Another not good week. Another loss and this one was terrible. But I'm not a fair weather fan. I'm not. I'd like them to get better, though. Geesh. Now let's get back to what we're here for...the funnies!
Here are the Honorable Mentions from last week: 
"Got so much wind in his drop."Hmm. That sounds gross. Just sayin'.
"drills it in."Sounds kinky and painful, but fun.
"Great grab."Everyone needs a grab here and there.
"An absolute monster on game day."He comes to play.
"Just reached out and grabbed him with one hand."that's because he's really forward. he has to.
Messy can be fun. Now on to those football funnies of the week.
"know what he can do with the topside of the pocket."And I'm sure she's happy
"can wreak havoc on the backfield."but they like it that way
"one of the great battles of the night."we're all watching
"he fumbles a lot."Well, we can't all win all the time.
"given this team a lift."Great job. They needed fluffing
"bring a little pressure and contain him."that's what the condoms are for.
And now for that Doozy of the Week. I love these. These are so much fun.  
"very good cover guys on the back end."hee hee. can we watch?

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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?Here's the article link and here's the link to the shop if you're inclined. 
Thank you!

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

Monday Morning Armchair Quarterback ~ Week Six...super late...

A tie isn't awful, but it's not great. Sigh. I'm not giving up. No fair weather fans here. But because I'm late, here are the football funnies of the week.
"Pursuit Comes."and there it goes!
"Stick with that package."Cause you won't get better?
"Got his hand on that one"He's ready to get off. It works.
"coverage sack."Hmm...not sure what to do about that.
"Get full penetration"Full is best.
"Which guy gets the best flow day to day."which one? He must be healthy.
And now for that Doozy of the Week. I love these. These are so much fun.  
"one of those crazy, exotic looks."What's he going to do with that look?

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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?Here's the article link and here's the link to the shop if you're inclined. 
Thank you!

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