Thursday, July 23, 2015

Contstant by Megan Slayer Blog Tour

Nosy Neighbors Anyone? By Megan Slayer
Do you have a neighbor that knows pretty much everything you’re doing? I’m not talking about the stalker kind, but the person who happens to live next door and keeps an eye on you?
If you’re in a city, this might not be the case. Your neighbors might not even know you. If you’re in the country, this also might not happen. Like us, we lived too far away from our closest neighbor.
But in some cases this is the truth. It was for us before we moved. The one neighbor would inform us when a different car was at our house. If we put in mulch or chopped down a tree, this person knew.
To a degree, it was nice. I knew if something really bad happened she’d let us know. Granted, she was a kid, but she was the best kind of nosy neighbor.  She had no filter and would tell everyone in her household something was up next door.
Now, that nosiness sometimes was a problem. The neighbors would wander over and want to see what we were doing. Most of the time this wasn’t bad. Sometimes, we wanted privacy. 
As I was writing Constant, I noticed this theme of the nosy neighbor crept into the story. I’ve lived in enough apartment buildings and complexes to remember the people who kept up with everyone’s business. Especially the older folks with not a lot to do—they seemed to love to watch the world go by. For Roddy, this is Mrs. Kennedy. She’s got her heart in the right place, but she’s pushy. She might be a tad stereotypical in that she automatically wants to fix Roddy up with a family member, but she’s relatable. We’ve all had someone like her in our lives.
That’s what writing can be like for me. My real life creeps into the story. I may not intend for that to happen, but it does. Roddy is a friend of mine in real life—although Roddy isn’t his real name. He’s in the television business and sweet as can be. Does he have a nosy neighbor? I don’t know. I’m not sure if he’s into BDSM. I never actually asked him. But I’d like to think maybe he does.
Want to know more about Roddy and Mrs. Kennedy? Read on!

Excerpt from Constant:
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When he arrived at his condo, he thanked God for his attached garage. The one-car stall afforded him some privacy from his nosy neighbors. He should’ve been thankful to have Mrs. Kennedy snooping on him. She let him know when people used his driveway as a turnaround and when the religious group left fliers in his mailbox. But as much good as she did, she liked to pry into his life, too.
He closed the garage door then went into the condo through the garage. His mail lay in a scattered mess on the foyer floor. When he knelt to gather the letters and bills, a shadow moved over the glass in the front door
Mrs. Kennedy. Roddy groaned. He stacked the mail on the desk, then opened the door leading to the small porch. “Hi, Mrs. Kennedy.”
“Hello.” She smiled and clutched the newspaper. “This was delivered to my house by accident.” She handed him the paper. “I see you came home alone.”
“I usually do,” he replied. “I live alone.”
“I know, but you seem happier. I wondered if you had a new boyfriend.” Her brown eyes sparkled behind the thick lenses of her glasses. The lines framing her mouth deepened when she smiled again. She stood at least six inches shorter than him, but possessed the skill to make him feel small sometimes.
“No new boyfriend.”
“Did you break up?” She frowned. “I hate when that happens.”
“You were married to Merle for more than fifty years. Have you started dating again?” He knew the answer, but loved to egg her on.
“Oh no, Roderick. He’s my only one.” She clasped her hands together. “Are you going to start dating again? No more duds like that last boyfriend, I hope. You know, I do have a nephew. He came out last year. You two might hit it off.”

Blurb for Constant:
He demands his submissive’s body and soul…but can he accept his sub’s heart?
Roddy Green never planned to fall in love and certainly not with his Dom, but every time he goes into Darkness, a fetish club, he falls for Vegas all over again. Being in love isn’t the same as being loved in return. Vegas is there to do a job—not to build a romance. But what if the main constant in Roddy’s life is also the one person he can’t live without?
Andrew Vegas knows his job. He’s a Dom. But there is more than one side to him and he’s tired of keeping the other parts of him hidden. One man makes him feel safe and comfortable enough to open up—his pet, Roddy. But will Roddy, the producer of a local news broadcast, want to be with a man with secrets?
Reader Advisory: This book contains references to light knifeplay.
Publisher's Note: This book contains characters who also appear in Permanent.

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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 writes under the name of Wendi Zwaduk.

1 comment:

Wendi Zwaduk said...

Thanks for hosting me today. :-) Always fun to hang out with you!