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When I started the Zero, Ohio series, I
envisioned a small town where everyone knows everyone else. If you’ve ever
lived in a small town, you know what I’m talking about. You can’t go outside
without at least one or two people knowing exactly what’s going on. If you
haven’t had this experience, in some ways you can count your blessings. In
others, it’s the best security system in the world. Nosy people can be helpful.
Zero has those people, too. In the
postcard above, I found pictures of places that reminded me a lot of what Zero
looks like. See what you think. Does it remind you of where you’re from or
maybe a place you’ve been?
I love spending time in Zero. So much so,
that I let the boys talk me into another story. Yep. If you’ve read any of the
books, you might remember Ray from Eight Ball. He’s now the owner of the bar.
He’s also got one heck of a story to tell. I’d let you in on some of his
secrets, but he’d probably get mad and you might not believe them anyway. His
is also the longest of the stories, twice as long as the others and three times
the length of Sam’s. I told you Ray was chatty.
Which Zero story is your favorite? I’d
love to know. Is there a character you want to see get his own story? Let me
know! I might just run with your suggestion.
Here’s a sneak peek from Ray’s story,
Redeeming Raygan:
Two rough
endings can equal one hot beginning.
Raygan Mason is done with love. After
plenty of failed relationships, he wants nothing of the emotion. He’s broken
inside and believes he’s not worthy of redemption...until he meets a man named
after a car. Then his structured, but closed off world gets turned upside down.
Jamie “Jeep” Grusin isn’t big on love,
either. Fresh out of a marriage filled with cheating and lies, he’s not looking
for another partner. The writer wants a fresh start and is told Zero will cure
what ails him. He’s not convinced...until he ends up at Eight Ball bar.
Can two men who think they are totally
wrong for each other find out that redemption and a new start is so right?
And now an excerpt:
He drove nearly the length of the main
street before he spotted the bar. The gigantic eight ball wasn’t lit, but there
were lights on within the building.
“This must be the place. Jeep pulled into
the parking lot, then stopped. He grabbed his wallet, phone and notebook. He
refused to be anywhere without a paper and pen.
The bell dinged as he headed into the
bar. Two men stood behind the counter.
“Sorry, buddy,” the black-haired man
said. “We’re closed.”
The taller man shrugged. “Bobby, lock the
main door. We can go out the back when we’re done. One patron won’t hurt
anything, but I don’t want a group coming in.” The man turned his attention to
Jeep. “What’ll you have?”
“Uh—” He’d always known what to say in
every situation, but not now. Looking at the brown-haired man twisted Jeep’s
tongue. He shook his head to clear his thoughts. “Which one of you has a place
for me to stay?” Holy shit. What an unintentional come-on!
Both men froze. Jeep knew exactly what
he’d said and wished he could’ve taken it back. He scratched his forehead.
Shit. He needed to unlearn that bad habit. Still, the nervous gesture gave him
time to think.
“I meant, I’m new in town and need a
place to rent for the next few nights. My publisher, Nelson Vickers, told me
someone here has a place for me to stay. I need it while I’m writing.”
“You must be looking for Sam,” the black-haired
man said. “He’s got half a duplex.”
“Yeah.” Jeep nodded. “Him. Which one of
you are him?” Hopefully the taller guy was the man he needed to see. He
wouldn’t mind spending some quiet time with the handsome man.
“Neither. This is Bobby and my name is
Raygan. Sam, the one you’re looking for, works at the community center. It’s
closed now, but I’d be willing to bet he’ll help you in the morning.” Raygan
placed a coaster on the bar top. “Want a beer?”
Copyright ©2014 Megan Slayer
Enjoy!
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 many
houses including Decadent Publishing
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