I Can't Write Today...I've Got Cat Fur in My Keyboard with @MeganSlayer

Silly title for a blog post, eh? I think so. The sad part? It's true. I had to spend more than half an hour this morning cleaning out my keyboard because it was clogged with cat fur. Now don't get the wrong idea. I don't let the cats live on my computer. Heck, I spend a lot of time trying to get them to leave me alone while I'm writing. It doesn't work, but I try.

Like right now. I've got two cats observing everything I'm doing. Why? Because they can. The black on is extremely interested in the freshly cleaned keyboard - don't you know that's where paws are supposed to go? He's also interested in the plastic bag he keeps tapping with his tail as he swishes it. All of the while, he's staring at me. I'm not sure what he thinks I'm going to do. It's not dinner time. Won't be for at least twelve more hours. Ah... now the pen I was using to jot down notes is in my lap because said black cat chose it as a toy. I also have smaller sheets of paper I have left over from a con where I did a 'write our own story' situation. It was a fun situation and everyone had a piece of paper where they wrote five words we could use to start a story or keep it going. I had more than enough paper, so a bunch of it came home with me. I use it for notes instead of buying sticky notes. Needless to say, some get lost. But that's another story. Right now, the black cat is pushing those papers across the desk in an attempt to ensure gravity does indeed work.

And...he's proven gravity does exist.

Then there's fast orange. We named him that because well...he's not very fast and DH had a can of Fast Orange cleaner in the garage. He's more like Garfield. He sits. He observes and he's cranky. He's also going on twelve years old. Anyway, he's to my left. It's like being surrounded by Halloween - orange and black. But I digress. Back to fast orange. He's on my left chewing on a notebook. Yes, chewing on it. Why? Probably because he can. I haven't added many notes to said notebook, so it's not super vital at the moment, but when it will be...he'll be there.

I've also got a dog on the couch near the desk. She's snoring. Gagging in her reverse sneeze sort of way and passing gas. It's a real party in my office.

I didn't mention my 'office' is really a multi-purpose room containing my desk, my books and a dog couch plus various cat toys. Yeah, it's not exactly conducive to working sometimes.

With all of this said, is it no wonder sometimes that I don't get much done. I'm sure I'm not the only author with pushy critters and fur in places it doesn't belong. I can't be. But this got me thinking about shifters. When the wolf/panther/lion/etc is in his or her shifted form, they have to shed. I mean, what animal doesn't? I'd almost hate to be the author who has the lion shifter in my home and has to clean up after that shedded fur. Almost. I mean, if the lion looked like Chris Evans or James McAvoy...I might make a few exceptions.

Just sayin'.

So speaking of Shifters... here's a little about my latest shifter story, Finding His Roar:

Finding His Roar by Megan Slayer Sanctuary, Book 6Resplendence PublishingM/M, Anal Sex, MasturbationContemporary, Paranormal, Erotic RomanceNovella (130 pages)Art by Kris NorrisAn AllRomance Ebooks Bestseller!

Breaking down and asking for help could be the key to his salvation.

Chris isn’t like the shifters at Sanctuary. Born in a zoo and on the run now that he can shift, he’s looking for a place to belong. When he breaks down outside of Cambridge, not far from the Sanctuary, he thinks he’s done for. He’ll be caught, returned to the zoo or worse… He’s always been a survivor, but even Chris has demons he can’t quite outrun. He’s being hunted. He’ll need some help—if he’s willing to accept his fate.

Luke Stephens wants nothing more than to get over his ex-boyfriend. The lawyer can argue cases with ease, but not the one that mattered. That is until he meets Chris. The shifter provokes Luke and brings out his natural instinct to protect. He’s intrigued and Chris is so handsome.

Will Luke be man enough for the shifter or will the danger come between them before they can get the fire started?

Available at Resplendence Publishing

http://www.resplendencepublishing.com/m8/820-201-119-949-4--finding-his-roar-sanctuary-book-six-by-megan-slayer.html

And at Amazon

https://www.amazon.com/Finding-His-Roar-Sanctuary-Book-ebook/dp/B01GGSBPGM?ie=UTF8&qid=1464983050&ref_=sr_1_2&s=digital-text&sr=1-2

And at AllRomance ebooks

https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-findinghisroarsanctuarybooksix-2049064-340.html

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Cat Flash is out now!

The final story in my Stray Cats series is out now. The final chapter! I'm both excited and sad. Excited because I love this series. Who doesn't like black cats? I've got one and he's a real piece of work. He's a pistol but so loving and snuggly. At the same time, I'm sad. I knew this series had to end because it needed closure. But I didn't want to let the kitties go.

So when I set out to write the final story, I knew I had to give the series the proper send off. Adrian doesn't get to come into his shifting powers right away. He's got to wait an extra year--not that he minds. He likes being a cat. Meliana isn't the average human. Nope. She's exactly what Adrian needs, although he doesn't realize that at first. She's a witch.

The weather is getting cooler and it's nearing Halloween. Why not curl up with a black cat, his witch and a fun short story? If that sounds good to you, then why not try Cat Flash and the others in the Stray Cats series? :-)

Cat Flash by Megan Slayer 

Stray Cats, book 4

BIN: 07116-02292

Word Count: 18K

Page Count: 59

Price: $3.99

Release Date: September 26, 2014

Editor: Katriena Knights

Cover Artist: Bryan Keller

Genres: Erotic Romance, Paranormal

Themes:  Shapeshifters, Magic

She's got the flash and he's the cat. Together they'll create magic.

Meliana has denied her powers as a witch because she'd rather fit into society. She doesn't want to stand out, but a woman with blue hair and the power to work magic doesn't necessarily blend in. She got the cat in an attempt to be normal, but this kitty has a secret and it's guaranteed to surprise.

EXCERPT:

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As she blinked and shifted on the bed, an arm curled tighter around her.

She froze. An arm? What the fuck? She lived with a cat. A thick cock slid between her ass cheeks. She screamed. A cock of any sorts was not supposed to be in her bed.

“Meli, it’s fine. No one broke in.”

She had no idea who the hell just said that, but the fact they’d used her name freaked her out even more. She opened her mouth to scream, but no sound came out. She tried to thrash, but couldn’t move.

Her body warred with her brain. Normally, having a cock between her ass cheeks made her happy -- when she knew who the cock belonged to and how he knew her name… like her ex-boyfriend Lane, but he wasn’t there. He’d left her for another woman. He’d told her to go to hell when she’d called, so no doubt he wasn’t there.

Her pussy throbbed. No sex in more than four months made the lady parts not so happy and apparently extremely responsive to crazy-ass people who’d climbed into her bed.

Screw it. She’d give this stranger a piece of her mind before he took a piece of her ass. She rolled over and stared into a set of yellow-green eyes. The man, stubble sprinkled on his cheeks and his inky black hair mussed from sleep, grinned. He had a dimple. She was a sucker for dimples. No, no, she had to get back to the point and get the jackass out of her bed.

“Who are you and why are you in my bed?” There. She’d asked the questions. “Get out of here.”

“I’ve been in your bed for the two years, sweetheart.” The smile faded and he shrank back from her. “Meli? It’s me, Chaos… er… Adrian.”

She slumped back onto the bed and her jaw slackened. Her cat was a hunky human-looking male named Adrian? Holy shit.

Adrian crawled off the bed, taking the sheet with him. He barely covered his toned body with the bedding. His nipples beaded. A thin trail of black hair led just below his belly button and disappeared beneath the sheet. She pressed her lips together. She shouldn’t be gawking at him, but the man was sexy. She could never attract someone like him.

“Then tell me, if you’re Chaos, how you got here and why you’re a guy now.” She folded her arms. “How’d I end up with a cat shifter? I was supposed to have a plain old black cat.”

“I’m a shifter.” He shrugged. “I took a little longer to mature than the others, I suppose. Your grandmother rescued me and my three brothers. The others were adopted out. I’m assuming they found good homes. Hildy wouldn’t just hand them over to anyone. She knew you and I would suit each other and made sure she brought us together. I’ve been with you for the last two years, babe. I know what you are and what you can do.”

Realization washed over her. If he was truly her cat, then he had seen everything. He could do one hell of a lot of damage.

Adrian crept to the side of the bed and sat next to her. “I know this is a lot to take in. I’m not totally used to this either.” He gestured down his body. “I have to figure out what all to do with me -- although I’ve got some definite ideas.”

“It’s the mind control spell.” She was grasping at straws. Her cat could not be a shifter. The idea wasn’t even possible. She’d picked out a perfectly normal kitten who’d grown into an overly hyper but normal cat… who happened to be missing. “Where is Chaos? I want my cat back.”

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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 masquerades under the name Wendi Zwaduk and is published through Ellora’s Cave, Changeling Press, Decadent Publishing , Liquid Silver Books, MLR Press, Resplendence Publishing, and Total-E-Bound Publishing.

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Cat Style and How Cats Made it Into My Writing

Authors love to bring their daily life into their work. I'm no exception. If I'm watching a show about ghosts, more than likely a ghost story will pop into my head. Same thing with my pets. They tend to creep into my work, too. 

The Stray Cats series is based on my cat. Yep. The little punk wormed his way into my writing. I wondered one day what would happen if he could shift and what kind of person would he shift into. He's a very laid back kind of guy. He rolls with things...unless there's a bit of catnip involved. Then he's a pill. 

I kept looking at him and thought, if he came from a litter of all black cats (he didn't. there were orange ones and a couple of calicoes in his group) and they could shift...what would happen. Stray Cats is my version of what could happen. Each cat has a different personality and a different name given to him by his human. Would they be crazy? Silly? I decided to find out and write the series. 

I hope you enjoy these short stories. 

Here's a little bit about the latest in the series, Cat Groove.

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Stray Cats -- Book 3: Cat Groove 

Megan Slayer

Changeling Press

Novella

M/F

Link: http://changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=2217

He’s found his mate and his groove, but he’s got to convince her they belong together.

Watching his woman with another man just about killed Roman. His heart beat for Jessa. His ability to switch over to his human form has allowed him to show her his other side, but will he scare her away? He’s willing to work his grove in order to win the heart of the woman he loves.

EXCERPT:

“Damn it, Roman, get back here. I’m not very in love with you right now.” Jessa tossed the towel onto the floor, then raced after her black cat. “Whoever said he was calm should’ve had to bathe him.” With him speeding ahead of her, she sprinted down the hallway.

“Come back here.” Her hair flew in her eyes and her chest hurt from the scratches inflicted moments earlier when she’d first introduced him to the water.

Roman backed himself into a corner and hissed, his gold eyes blazing.

“Don’t make me have to tackle you.” Jessa crouched and took her best offensive stance. She counted to three, then lunged. An earth-shattering screech echoed in the room, but she managed to grab him. When she looked down into her curled arms, the cat struggled, but couldn’t free himself.

“You are a brat -- cute, but a brat.” She kept him tight in her grasp and marched back to the bathroom. “If you weren’t one gigantic flea, this wouldn’t be necessary.”

Upon entering the bathroom, she kicked the door shut. “Now try and get away.” She glanced around for where the cat shampoo had landed. “This won’t take long.”

The cat scampered from her arms and skidded on the rug. He collided with the bathroom door. When he fell back, instead of a black cat, a man -- a naked man -- lay sprawled in his place.

Jessa dropped the towel she’d picked up and sat down hard on the edge of the tub. “What the hell just happened?” She knew what she’d seen... her cat had morphed into a man.

The guy shook his head, his dark hair ruffling with each shake, then glanced over his shoulder. “Now do you see why I don’t need a flea bath?”

“I don’t understand what I’m seeing.” Jessa balled her fists. What the hell was she supposed to do? Locked in a bathroom with a strange man. “What’s going on here?”

“I’ve got a knot on my head from the door.” The guy turned around and rested against the wooden door. “Remind me not to run full blast away from you.” He rubbed his forehead. “But I’m kind of glad this happened. I was tired of being a cat.”

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