Ramblings From This Chick: Guest Post with Author Megan Slayer

Sunday, March 9, 2014

Guest Post with Author Megan Slayer

Meet Megan Slayer, author of Mixing Mike.

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.

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My name is Leon and my story is featured in Mixing Mike. I work at Vintage Vinyl as the owner and resident know-it-all. I’ve been asked to do an interview. I love interviews, so I can’t wait to get started.

Describe yourself in three words.
Playful, sexy, cool.

Cast your book.
Ooh! I get to cast me in a movie about me? Score. Hmm. I’d have to be someone dashing and sexy, but refined. Noah Wylie. You remember him? From ER. Yeah, I’d have him play me. And for my love, Mike...ooh. He’d be harder. Has to be someone quiet, but strong. Someone who looks good in a suit. I know! Armie Hammer. Blond his hair a bit more and he’s very much my Mike.

What’s your favorite love scene from a movie?
I love Empire Records. There’s something quirky and fun about that movie. There isn’t a rip-your-clothes-off love scene in it, per se, but I love the scene on the rooftop where Corey finally admits to AJ that she loves him. It’s so sappy and sweet but romantic. Love!

What’s your wildest fantasy?
To cover the floor in vinyl records and make love to my boy, Mike, all while listening to vintage Janis Joplin.

If you were to lose one of your senses, which would you rather lose and why?
Taste, I suppose. I love the feel of vinyl records, the smell of old cardboard surrounding those records, the sound of the pops and sizzles on records and looking at my man, Mike. I know what he tastes like, but since I’m not much of a foodie, I could handle losing my sense of taste.

What is the naughtiest thing you did as a kid?
I went on tour with a rock band and tried to pass myself off as 21 when I was only 17. I didn’t get to do anything with the band other than promotion, but it was fun to run away. It was like joining a Technicolor circus...but without the elephants.

Quickies:
Boxers or Briefs?
Nude! Who needs underwear when you can go without?

Top or Bottom?
Switch. Why have one position when it’s fun to try them all?

Pajamas or nude?
Nude. I want to feel my lover beside me.

Hairy chests or smooth?
Smooth for me, but a little bit of chest hair isn’t bad. Bears aren’t my thing.

Alpha or Beta?
Both. Sometimes you’ve gotta be tough and sometimes you’ve gotta have someone being tough for you.

Thank you for having me here for the interview, ladies. This was a lot of fun. I haven’t been interviewed in quite a while. I like talking about myself and my music. Thank you!

Zero, Ohio, where the temperatures might be below freezing but you can always melt the frost with smoking hot sex.

For these two men, this record could be the soundtrack to their lives – if they’re willing to mix things up.

Meticulous and organized, air traffic controller Mike Larson has every reason to be wary of mixing his passion for music with love. When Mike’s hunt to complete his Top 100 of the ‘80s list brings him to Vintage Vinyl, a shock of guyliner, dyed hair and flamboyant personality rocks his orderly world. Can he risk a step outside his comfort zone for a chance with Leon?

Flamboyant Leon Sanders uses attitude to keep others at a distance, because he doesn’t believe in love or a lasting relationship. When he turns up the charm at his music store Vintage Vinyl, he makes the best sales. Something about the quiet man beckons Leon to give love a chance, but does he dare mix it up with Mike?

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“Good. You’re still here.” The voice stopped Leon. The people who came to Vintage tended to ask him for help locating special items, but none of them sounded quite like this guy—low and husky.

“I need to find George Benjamin,” the man said.

Leon whipped around, ready to tell the customer to go inside and fill out a special request form at the counter, when he paused. The moment he clapped eyes on the man, the breath wrenched from his body. Tall, blond, muscles—but not built like a brick wall—and green eyes. Holy hell, he loved green eyes.

Although the guy projected a calm, smooth exterior, the way he balled his fists made Leon wonder about his story.

“You’re looking for the Peach Slayers record, aren’t you, baby? It’s their rarest album, but the best music they ever made. Everyone wants a copy, but no one can seem to get their hands on it.” Leon hooked his fingers in his jeans pockets. The chains from his wallet to his belt loops clinked. “I had one and it grew legs. Someone stole it about four months ago, hon, but we might be able to find you something—close.”

“Oh.” Green eyes’ shoulders slumped. Still, the polo shirt wrapped around him like a second skin, giving tantalizing glimpses of the hard body underneath. “Damn. That’s the last one I don’t have.”

His salesman feelers perked. “You’ve got a collection or you just really like the hits of the ’80s, babe? Which one is it?” Leon shifted his weight from his left foot to his right and adjusted his pants to hide the burgeoning erection. God. Looking at a man with green eyes was now all it took to turn him on? What a horn ball. Still, something about the hunk made him want to look twice.

“It’s silly to most people, but I love music. All music. One of my things is to collect every number one album. I’ve got a whole list of the top hits of the 1980s and I’m only missing two.” He clenched and unclenched his fingers, then stuck out his hand. “Think you can help?”

Leon shook his hand. “I might be able to do—something. For a fee.” The guy liked music almost as much as he did and sounded almost as neurotically methodical about collecting records. “You’ve got the old Hot Twenty-Five lists?” A man after his own heart. “Okay, I’ve got to ask. Disc or vinyl? You strike me as the vinyl type, but I’ve been surprised before.”

“Vinyl all the way.” The guy smiled and his eyes twinkled. “I’m Mike.”

“And I am in love.”

@copyright Megan Slayer 2013