by Megan Slayer
I’ve always had a thing for rock stars. I mean, come on. They ooze sex. Mick Jagger, Paul McCartney, Marvin Gaye, Freddie Mercury, Sting...well, you get the idea. They are great for story ideas, too.
When I sat down to write my parts of the Zero, Ohio series, I had no idea the character of Cary Hazard would come about. I didn’t see him initially. Then as the stories evolved, he showed up. I’m glad. He’s not a typical rocker, in that he’s not currently performing. He took a leave of absence from the music business to clear his head. He ends up in Zero because his former friend, Leon – from Mixing Mike – lives there.
Cary isn’t looking for love, either, but as it tends to happen in Zero, fate has other ideas. Fate pushes Cary and Layne into each other’s social circles.
So back to the initial question...why write about rock stars? Cary says it’s simple. He’s interesting and has lived a crazy life that needs to be told. He’s right. He’s also tall, dark, tattooed and sexy. Oh and he’s almost 15 years older than Layne. Makes for some interesting dynamics and conversation.
Will these two work out? Will the rock star thing be too much for the blossoming twosome? You’ll have to read Catching Cary to find out!
Sometimes giving into fate gets you to the place you most want to be.
Cary Hazard walked away from his life as the front man for the band, Cascadia, to embrace a quieter existence in Zero. With no celebrities and no one wanting things from him, he’s happy. He’s also lonely. He wants to find that one special person to warm his nights and love him—tattoos and all. Will he or end up alone again or will the hunk at the Eight Ball bar be his saving grace?
Layne Stevens has a past he’s not proud of. He’s looking for redemption, but not in the hands of a former star. If he can stay in the shadows, he’s happy, but lonely. The man singing at the bar has his full attention. He wants to wrap himself up in the guy’s strong arms. Will he be able to open up and offer his heart or will the truth destroy everything he holds dear? It’s a matter of catching Cary.
What the readers are saying:
“Watching these two flirt and find love was sizzling hot. They have chemistry that just leaps off the pages of this book. Pretty sure I have singed fingers now. I like the idea that opposites really can find love and each brings what the other needs to the relationship. I pick up Ms. Slayer’s works for two reasons, she brings me stories that are original and well thought out and she always makes me fall in love and want more. I know I will be looking for more in the Zero, Ohio series in the future. Bring on the man love!” Redz World – Rated 5 shooting stars
About the Author:
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.
Enjoy the following excerpt for CATCHING CARY:
The busboy he’d been ogling moved to the table next to Cary. He plunked the tub down and rested one hand on his hip. “How are you doing on that beer? Your server took off. If you want another, I’ll get it.”
“You’re serving tonight?” Cary finally saw his face. Thick dark lashes framed his hazel eyes. A silver ball decorated the space between his bottom lip and chin. A tiny bit of mahogany-colored hair dusted his cheeks and concentrated on his chin. The man looked young. Like, young enough to be Cary’s son, young. Damn.
“Yeah.” He snorted. “I’m a jack of all trades tonight. My boss, Tyson, called me in to wait tables, but the guy who normally busses quit an hour into the night.”
“Well, since you’re serving, I’ll take a vodka and lime.” Cary nodded once. “Thank you.”
The man smiled, but dipped his head and blocked Cary’s view. When the guy came back with the glass in hand, he winked. “Here you go.” He placed the drink on the table. “You did a good job on that song. This lot wouldn’t know good music if they had it whacked over their heads.”
“You know Cascadia’s stuff?”
“I’ve got the cassette. My older brother passed it down to me. I’m more into harder stuff.”
“Ah.” Cary sipped the drink, liking the burn of the vodka down his throat. The brother passed the cassette down.... Good God.
“The tape broke so I got the CD over at Vintage. Leon hunted it down for me. He’s good at that stuff.” He cleared the empty beer bottles from Cary’s table. “Speaking of Cascadia, you nailed the flourish at the end. Most people can’t do that and kill it when they try.”
“Thanks.” The tips of his ears burned. He knew he’d nailed the flourish, but hearing the words from the younger man pleased him. “Lots of people sing it?”
“Nah.” He shrugged. “Most people tear the currently popular crap apart.” He picked up the bin. “I’ll be right back. If you need anything, I’m Layne.”
@copyright Megan Slayer 2014