Thursday, November 20, 2014

Throwback Thursday Tune

Time for a girl group, and what a great girl group we have!  Enjoy the Ronettes singing one of their biggest hits, Be My Baby.


Wednesday, November 19, 2014

Reserve Your Copy of Tumble Dry



It`s pretty cold outside here on the Hillside Farm. Doesn`t  a toasty robe fresh from the dryer and a hot erotic short story sound wonderful? Although I can`t give each of you a cuddly soft robe, sadly, I can give you a hot IR erotic short story. You can grab your copy of Tumble Dry now and curl up with it, while wearing your favorite robe, on Nov. 29th! 




Roxanne Jones has one day off this weekend. She does not want to spend it carrying her unmentionables to the nearby Laundromat but Fate has different plans. When the washing machine in her apartment building dies mid-cycle, Roxanne has no choice but to finish her laundry across the street. Once inside the Tumble Dry launderette, she discovers that the dryers aren`t the only hot things to watch. In walks a younger man wearing the only clean items left in his wardrobe: torn jeans, sandals, tattoos, sex appeal, and a few well-placed piercings. When the two lock gazes no amount of fabric softener can stop the sparks from flying. It doesn`t take long for Donovan King, an English major at the local college, to not only woo Roxanne, he manages to begin a steamy seduction that won`t end until both are well-tumbled.


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Monday, November 17, 2014

Tuesday Tales - Stark

Welcome back to Tuesday Tales!



 Today we have the last installment of a short holiday addition that spanned White Moon, Yellow Leaves and Wind in White Birch.

Our word prompt this week is 'Stark.' Please do check out the other wonderful writers after you`re done reading by clicking on the Tuesday Tales link at the bottom. Thanks for stopping in!

Blue & Silver Bows



 Jonah nodded, walked inside, and closed the door with my back. I had lunged at him with rabid intent and he had countered perfectly.

 My coat slithered down off my arms. His did the same. His mouth roamed over mine, his hands slid down my ribs then back up. My fingers found the strip of rawhide holding his hair and I pulled that puppy out roughly. Jonah hissed at the lost hair. I had his bolo tie off in no time. He had his hands on my thighs, his mouth on my jugular and his groin plastered against my hip. There was no mistaking that he wanted me. I twitched and shuddered as his fingers roamed over my upper thigh. My high heel fell to the floor when Jonah jerked my leg up above his hip.

I threw my head backwards and it met the door with a crack. I inhaled then started to giggle. The more I laughed the less erotic the moment was. Jonah picked his head up and stared down at me.  Fanning my face with my hand, I tried to get myself back on the lust train. Sadly, it seemed to have pulled out of the station.

Jonah blew out a long warm breath that fluttered over my flushed neck and face. “Yeah, okay, so I think I should probably go.”

“You never got coffee,” I pointed out as I relaxed in his arms. I ran my fingers over his jaw and teased his ear lobe, my eyes hooded and sultry I hoped. The man sucked in a shaky breath, released my leg and tugged the hem of my dress down.

“I`ll grab some on the way home. If I don`t leave now we both know where this will end up,” he said tucking a wild strand of yellow behind my ear. “And it is not that I don`t want to go there with you but I want you to remember everything I do. I don`t want any regrets or doubts that it was the booze that made you sleep with me. So, next time no vodka, okay?”

“Cross my heart,” I said then did. “You can`t go yet. We have a present for you.” I wobbled over to the four-foot faker in the corner of my stark little apartment. I found his gift, kicked my remaining shoe free then presented the present to him.

He smiled. My girly parts got all sorts of tingly. The man picked his coat off the floor, threw it on, and then raced out the door. He was back in a moment, windblown and sexy as hell. I began to shake my head when he placed the large box wrapped in blue and topped with a silver bow in  my shaking hands.

“Wow,” I stared at the big box, “What are the odds we`d choose the same paper and bows?”

“Goes to show you how our minds run along a similar path." He tore the paper from his gift. His eyebrows rose in surprise. “I thought this would be that romance book Andy had talked about," he confessed as he read the back of the anthology of Seneca legends. When he looked up his ebony eyes told me things that made my ears red again. “Thank you,” he placed the book over his heart. "And thank Rhett too.”

“I will,” I said awkwardly holding the large box. He motioned at the gift with his head. I sat on the couch and patted the cushion next to me. Jonah eagerly plastered his rump next to mine.

“It`s for both of you,” Jonah said as I removed one baseball mitt than another. “I know you`re lost right, but hear me out,” he explained to my quizzical look. “Every guy needs someone to toss a ball too. It`s more than just about playing baseball. We talk better when we`re sporting it. You be his catching buddy and he`ll talk to you about everything.”

“Thank you,” I choked out and placed a kiss to his cheek. His skin was so warm beneath my lips. I wanted more but he was already getting to his feet. Deep down I knew he was right. It would be better to wait. That didn`t mean my libido had to like the verdict though. He took my hand. We walked to the door where he turned.

“I`ll call and we can do something in the New Year, yes?”

I nodded like a bobble-head doll. Another chaste kiss and he headed out into the cold.

“Hey!” I shouted, hugging myself tightly when I stepped out onto my battered welcome mat. Jonah stopped five steps down and looked back up at me. “You were supposed to teach me a Seneca word.”

The wind lashed up into the vestibule, slinging his long hair around his face. A wicked smile played over his well-kissed lips.

"Hë:es"

"And that means what, exactly?" I asked rolling the word around silently on my tongue.

"Cougar." He winked then disappeared into the night. The New Year could not come soon enough.




Copyright 2013 ©by V.L. Locey

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And that concludes Jonah and Dana`s first date. Next week we'll leap into Wind in White Birch, one of my two favorite serial series, and see if this budding relationship blossoms.

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Saturday, November 15, 2014

How A Story Is Born (Sometimes)

I must confess to being really excited about the release of Tumble Dry, a short erotic romance which is being released under Secret Cravings Weekend Getaways line. Every so often an image will float past your eyes that instantly strikes a chord. A character or plot-line springs to life and before you know it, a story is rolling onto paper. That is what happened with Tumble Dry.

One day I was just scrolling through my Facebook feed, idly looking and liking, when this gorgeous young man appeared. Who he is I do not know. I don`t even recall who it was on my friend's list that shared this tantalizing image. Whoever it was, thank you!






BLAM! I sat there, jaw hanging open, staring at this stunning fellow. Talk about inspirational! Within a week Tumble Dry was written. I hope you enjoy this new erotic interracial cougar short coming 11/29 exclusively from Secret Cravings Publishing. 





Roxanne Jones is about to discover that dryers aren`t the only hot things at the Tumble Dry laundromat. 

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“So do you?”

“Do I what?”

“Have a couple of spare quarters? Since you won’t let my man things gyrate around in the water with your woman things.”

Was he saying those kinds of things on purpose? Of course he was, if the puckish grin he now wore was any indicator. Oh, I did like this man. A lot.

“Honey, I’m not sure that your man things are man enough to gyrate with my woman things,” I parried. He chortled then leaned a hip into the washer, his arms folding over his bare chest.

“I’m pretty sure that they are.” He said it with utmost confidence in the prowess of his man things. I sucked down a large gulp, the twinge behind my eye reminding me to slow down. I sipped and enjoyed looking at him, spying a small, silver navel ring glistening from the neon lights overhead. My mouth was dry even though I had just swallowed some of my drink. His steady gaze made me fidget.

“Rather sure of your man things, aren’t you?” I finally said, as I tossed my change purse to him. He caught it with one hand, his eyes never leaving my face.

“Rather,” he commented offhandedly, opened the tiny bag then extracted four quarters. My tongue toyed with the end of my straw. He laid the purse on the top of the machine next to his then arranged the coins in the slots, all four standing erect. Mmm, what a nice word that is. Erect. Makes all sorts of dirty, sweaty images appear inside a woman’s mind, doesn’t it?


Thursday, November 13, 2014

Throwback Thursday Tune

Okay gang, what  was the name of the movie this huge hit from Billy Ocean was part of? I personally loved the film and still watch it whenever I can.


Monday, November 10, 2014

Tuesday Tales - Picture Prompt

Welcome back to Tuesday Tales!



We are still moving onward with a short Christmas serial titled Blue & Silver Bows. We have a picture prompt this week so the excerpt is written to reflect the image and must be three hundred words or under.  Jonah is driving Dana home after she nervously imbibed on their first date. We'll pick things up right our couple have left the comedy club.

Blue & Silver Bows



“Take a right and cross over the bridge,” I smiled. Jonah looked like he wanted to kiss me but he didn`t. That was probably a wise call since we couldn`t seem to stop once we started. Traffic was light and we arrived in front of my apartment complex a little after midnight. I had myself under control a bit better when he opened the truck door and took my hand so I could slide down to the ground. We took the stairs to the second floor, conversation drifting off into the always-awkward saying goodbye zone.

I found my keys and got the three locks opened. Jonah was behind me, his big frame blocking the wind that whips up into the vestibule. I didn`t want him to go, not yet. I looked up from the ball of keys, key fobs made by childish hands, and a Wolverine lanyard my son won at a school fair.

“You could come in and see the place,” I mumbled, wondering where the vodka-fueled cougar had fled. This was a little church mouse inviting the cat in for tea not some young man hungry wildcat. “Or I mean I – It`s late and you have a long drive so. . . I shouldn`t have done that because yeah...I`m so really not a cougar,” I admitted, finding the top of his boots incredibly fascinating.

"I`d really like to see your place and maybe have some coffee? If that`s not too pushy?"

          I smiled up at him as I leaned next to an image hanging on my wall of one of the old camps by Mud Puppy Lake taken years ago by Aunt Jo.  “You`re letting all the heat out,” 



Copyright 2013 ©by V.L. Locey


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Sunday, November 9, 2014

NaNo News Is Good News!



Well, actually it`s not news so much as a snippet. I felt terrible not posting something on Sundays, so I thought I would share a short excerpt from the first of two novellas I`m working on for NaNoWriMo.

The working title for the M/F tale is Light the Lamp, but that may change. It`s an erotic cougar tale about Carol Odell, a dog groomer who meets and tumbles for the second line center for the Columbus Ravens, Kyle Kinzer. I am having so much fun with Kyle and Carol, but I am also really enjoying writing the dialog between Carol and her best friend/business partner Donna Pardone. Only best friends could be this comfortable with each other. 

Here`s a wee bit of conversation between Carol and Donna. This excerpt is NSFW. It contains naughty words about sexy acts and man parts. If this offends please feel free to come back at another time. I will not be hurt in the least. For those of you who are still here enjoy the snippet! Do keep in mind it is rough as a cobblestone road, so just ignore any pesky errors you may stumble upon.






            "Did you ever order those new business cards?"

            I looked up from the numbers I was placing carefully into columns in my ledger. Donna sat across from me in my kitchen, her face screwed into a mask of confusion. On the other hand, she may have had gas. We did just finish off a huge Mexican meal.

            "I thought you were going to handle that," I answered, my pen hovering over our costs for the month of September.

            "Oh good Lord, excuse me." Donna leaped to her feet then ran over to open the small window over the sink. Guess the confusion versus gas question had been answered. Muggles yawned from under the table, his jowls coming back to rest on the top of my foot. "Whose brilliant idea was it to stop for Mexican?"

            I pretended I did not see her fanning her fanny. "That would have been your brilliant idea," I said then returned to the drudgery that is monthly bookkeeping. Someday, as soon as humanly possible, we'd be able to hire an accountant. Until then, it was Donna, me, and her gassy gut every month.

            "Never listen to me again." I heard the window closing."So, did you order those cards?"

            "No. I thought we had discussed trying to keep things local if possible. Thanks." I lifted my empty coffee mug. Donna topped me off then filled her own mug.

            "I can stop into the printing shop over on Hilltop Lane on my way in tomorrow." Donna returned to her seat with a burrito in her hand. My eyebrow climbed into my hairline. "Don`t judge me."

            "I'm not. I just have to smell you," I said with a wink. "We don't have anything coming in until ten tomorrow, so go ahead and drop into the print shop. I'll make a run to the post office and drop off these invoices and — what the hell?"

            Her burrito hit the plate in front of her. Beans and rice bounced over our paperwork.

            "Do not let me touch another burrito. I can't let Phil know I fart, burp, or swear."

            I flicked a bean to the floor. I looked down to witness Muggles reach out with his tongue like a chameleon to snap up the bean.  

            "And Phil would be who exactly?" I laid down my pen and began picking kernels off the bills.

            "He runs the print shop. He has an ass you can bounce a quarter off of and a mouth like Orlando Bloom."

            "Yummy," I murmured as I rolled another bean off the side of the table. I didn't need to look down. I heard the bean meet its maker.

            "He is most yummy. Of course, he`s in his late forties and married, not young and available like your hockey stud but—excuse me? I was talking here," Donna snapped as I bolted from the kitchen into my living room. I found the remote beside my tablet. Donna appeared at my side a moment later chewing on her previously discarded burrito. I gave her a look. "It's why they make Beano, right? What are you looking for?"

            "The Ravens game," I said as I flipped channels. "Where do I find sports?"

            "Everywhere it seems. Try channel 45. I was once cruising past and saw men in tight white pants and shoulder pads patting each other's asses."

            She sat down on the couch. I punched in channel 45. Two men were making out in the shower.

            "Huh, I never knew we got Logo," I said.

            "Me either."    

            We both watched spellbound for a few minutes then I resumed searching for hockey. I found it up on channel 82. My ass met the sofa.

            "Am I to understand we are now going to watch this hockey game?" I nodded at her. Her finely plucked eyebrows beetled but she said nothing else about it. "Is there a reason that they're all standing around? Damn it! Muggles come clean this up. Stop scowling, it didn`t have any sour cream."

            "I think they're standing around because that man with the big head is going to sing the National—look! It`s Kyle." I leaned forward, elbows to knees, remote still in hand. He looked just as good as I remembered, maybe even better.

            "That kid is beyond delicious. I would be jealous if I didn`t love you so much. You can go away now, dog. Your breath smells like you've been eating road kill."

            "Love you too, now be quiet. I want to learn as much as I can before Wednesday so I can dazzle Kyle with my new-found expertise." The camera panned away from the bench, and Kyle, to the man waving a small American flag over his head as he sang. When the anthem ended, the camera was moving over the Ravens bench. I saw Kyle kiss the Hufflepuff key then tuck it back into his jersey. I mean sweater. My stomach glowed like banked embers. He was wearing my gift.

            "As if the game is hard to grasp," Donna mumbled around a mouthful. "I mean, it's simple. All those big men on skates try to hit a black thing into a net. There, you now know all you need to know about the game. Worry about honing your oral sex skills. That will impress the young buck a lot more. I saw this video on Facebook where a woman showed how to use a grapefruit wedge to enhance a blow job." I gaped at her openly. She lowered her burrito. "What?"

            "Where do you find these things? The only videos I see on Facebook have cute kittens and adorable kids."

            She smiled wickedly but said nothing more. I snuck a peek at the TV. The singer was gone now. A bunch of players stood in the middle of the rink in a circle. The referee was teasing two men by pretending to throw down the puck repeatedly. When he finally did drop the puck and the Raven player lunged for it, the referee blew the whistle and made the Raven player leave. A different Raven player skated over, crouched down, and did the same thing but he didn`t have to leave.

            "I'm already confused," I confessed. Donna was licking her fingertips with loud smacking noises. We sat in silence for another five minutes. I was doomed. I could not follow the puck and I did not understand why there were whistles blowing and play stopping for icing. Of course the puck was icy, they were playing on ice. It made no sense. The only sensible thing about the game so far was when one man in a green jersey crashed into the Raven's goalie. A fight broke out. Not that I condone violence, but a knuckle sandwich to the nose for knocking down another player made sense, in a sort of barbaric way. Perhaps I should have paid more attention to Kim when I had been at the game. I peeked at Donna through my lashes when a commercial break began. "A grapefruit?"

            "Hand me your tablet."