Welcome the lovely Megan Slayer, a familiar friend in an unfamiliar guise. :)
I want to thank Victoria Blisse for having the other me here today. I write as Wendi Zwaduk and as Megan Slayer and today, Megan’s taking the lead. She’s the naughtier side of me and has a lot more fun. Grin. So thank you. Always a pleasure to be here – whichever me it is.
A few months ago, a dear friend of mine and I were talking about writing – she’s an author, too – and how we really needed to write something together. Now both of us are protective of our work. Some people can share a manuscript. I’m not one of them. So I said, we needed to come up with a cool world that’s all ours and we can write the different characters in it.
Talk about a HUGE spark.
The Zero, Ohio series was created. Virginia Nelson created the character of Riley, the chef who needs a little ruffling of his OCD self. He lives in one half of a duplex. My character, Sam, lives in the other half. Sam and Riley are great friends, but passion won’t happen. Riley and his beau work things out in her book, Rumpling Riley.
But Sam… Sam was a tougher nut to crack. He’s hurting, he’s lonely – save for his dog Ziggy Stardust, and not about to let anyone in. That is, until his ex-best friend walks in to the 8-Ball bar, where he works. Then all bets are off. Josh is the sexiest thing he’s ever seen and still as sweet as when they were in college. I love these two because they are opposites and there is a ton of emotional baggage between them. They were hard to write, but easy at the same time.
But I wrote them and I’m glad. I’m very happy with the way it turned out and the potential for more Zero, Ohio stories. Yep, readers, there will be lots more. Grin.
Saving Sam by Megan Slayer A Zero, Ohio story Decadent Publishing M/M, contemporary, Short story, Anal Sex, spanking
Give up his dream or go for exactly what he wants?
Sam Grau never planned on seeing his former best friend again. One-night stands worked well enough to ease his heartache and loneliness…except he wanted more. He’s got a choice—chase his dreams or the man he loves. He can’t have both.
Josh Thomas never gave up on finding the one man who understood him down to the cellular level. He walked away once, but not a second time. He’s willing to sacrifice his heart and pride to show his quirky friends the men they’ve both become, all in the name of saving Sam.
Josh plopped down on the bar stool and studied his old friend. The man modeled efficiency. In ten minutes’ time, he cleared the tables, soaked glasses in water, and shut neon lights off. He still embodied the free spirit Josh had been in school. The red tips brought out the hazel in Sam’s eyes, and the guyliner accentuated the planes of his angular face. He even kind of liked the piercing below Sam’s bottom lip. What would it feel like if they kissed? Heaven, more than likely. He’d wanted to tackle his former best friend for a quickie so many times, but never had. Somehow the line “we’re better as friends,” didn’t wash now, any more than it had back then. And who was this Ziggy? He didn’t remember his friend calling his junk by a name, but what did he know? Things changed with time. Maybe now he did and maybe he’d finally gone after his calling. A couple months earlier, he’d posted on Facebook about the club he still wanted to start for the LGBT youth in the area. Had he started the club yet? God knew he could use his past to help others.
“I need to wipe the tables down, then sweep.” Sam grabbed the broom and headed for the far side of the room. The chains on his pants swung in time with his steps. In the garish light, the red in his hair stood out even more but didn’t detract from the light in his eyes. Hell, he preferred him with the unusual hair color.
He mused on their collective past. Sam had worked the thin-and-nerdy look in college, but he’d grown gaunt. Dark scruff decorated his thin cheeks and sprinkled down his neck. His shoulders slumped more, and he didn’t make eye contact as much.
Looks didn’t matter. He’d always had a crush on his friend. In school, he’d sworn he wouldn’t act on the feelings because they got along too well. They’d ruin the friendship with sex. Too bad his heart had never forgotten his former roommate.
Sam stopped running and wiped the sweat glistening on his brow. “I forgot how much work there is when Jen and Clay aren’t here.”
“Then let me do some.” Josh grabbed his hand. “Come here.”
When she’s not writing the stories in her head, Megan Slayer can be found luxuriating in her hot tub with her two vampire Cabana boys, Luke and Jeremy. She has the tendency to run a tad too far with her muse, so she has to hide in the head of her alter ego, but the boys don’t seem to mind.
When she’s not obsessing over her whip collection, she can be found picking up her kidlet from school. She enjoys writing in all genres, but writing about men in love suits her fancy best. The cabana boys are willing to serve, unless she needs them. She always need them. So be nice to Javier or he will bite–on command.
She also masquerades under the name Wendi Zwaduk and is published through Changeling Press, Decadent Publishing , Liquid Silver Books, MLR Press, Resplendence Publishing, and Total-E-Bound Publishing.
Megan’s site: http://wendizwaduk.com/indexMegan.htm Megan’s blog: http://theauthormeganslayer.blogspot.com Megan on Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/author/meganslayer Megan on Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5330530.Megan_Slayer Megan on Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/theauthormeganslayer Megan on Twitter: https://twitter.com/#!/MeganSlayer AuthorGraph: http://www.authorgraph.com/authors/MeganSlayer