Thursday, December 18, 2014

Throwback Thursday Tune

Time for more seasonal tuneage!This song is one of my favorite childhood Christmas songs.  I remember having the record shown below and playing it over and over and over. I hope it stirs a few warm memories for you as well.

Wednesday, December 17, 2014

Christmas, Cats, and Cuddles Free Tomorrow!

Nothing says happy holidays quite like a romance topped with cranky cat, does it? The first book in my Toms & Tabbies series of M/M romantic-comedies will tickle more than your funny bone! And as a present from Torquere Press Mr. Tibbets` tale is free tomorrow! 

Come meet Alex, Cooper, and of course, Mr. Tibbets, the grumpiest cat this side of the internet.


Alexander Dawson thought this Christmas would be a lonely one. He had no way of knowing that his cantankerous cat, Mister Tibbets, would turn a simple online shopping trip into a cataclysmic Christmas conundrum. Alex ends up on a madcap dash to another state during a snowstorm to return a painting to dreamy wildlife artist, Cooper Reynolds.

Once he stumbles across Cooper's remote log cabin, he and the sexy but emotionally distant painter end up sharing more than a kiss under the mistletoe. Things aren't all holly-jolly for the men though. Cooper gets a terrible case of icy feet, and Alex hits the road as soon as the snowplow clears it, feeling hurt and angry. Can Alex, Cooper, and their feline friends find a way to have a purrfect holiday together?

Monday, December 15, 2014

Tuesday Tales - Dance

Welcome back to Tuesday Tales! It's time for more romance. Today we have the rest of issue three for my multicultural romance serial Wind in White Birch. We pick up after Dana gets an unexpected phone call from Jonah.

Our word prompt this week is 'Dance.' Please 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!

Wind in White Birch

Oh God. The tingle grew into an erratic spasm of heart muscle. I gave him my personal number, hung up, and ran outside. My aunts and grandmother watched me dash past with various looks ranging from happiness to confusion to downright ire. Before I even had the door closed properly my What`s New Pussycat ringtone erupted in my pocket. The wind tore through my slacks and thin green sweater. It was freezing out here. Maybe I should have gone down to the basement. Ah well, too late now. If I went back in my grandmother would be all over me like ugly on an ape for telling her and my aunts to shut up.

“Hey!” I said trying to sound chipper despite the minus seven wind chill.

“Hey, listen, are you doing anything this weekend?” Jonah asked. I heard an underlying river of excitement in his voice.

“Well, I have a family birthday party to go to tomorrow night but then I`m free. Why?” I turned away from the pedestrians and the arctic zephyrs roaring down 22nd Street and started dancing to stay warm.

“How would you like to come up here for the weekend? I have something to show you.” I hesitated. He picked right up on it.“I swear I am not inviting you up here to try to lure you into bed,” he said and I believed him. He had been given a glowing chance to have his way with me back on that disastrous first date of ours. Jonah had been more than a gentleman, kindly and gently refusing to let things get out of hand when I was tipsy.

“I know.  I was just hesitant because of Rhett.” I winced as it came out. Here it came. The reality finally sinking into the young man`s head that the older woman had a kid and that kid would muck up their plans. “His father is out of town for two weeks on a photo shoot and I can`t ask my grandmother to watch him for that long. He`d run her into a hole.”

“Rhett can come along. We`ve got snow up here. We`ll do some snowmobiling, if you`re cool with that?”

Okay. That muscle spasm in my heart I mentioned earlier? It was now more than a mere spasm. It was a full-fledged Charlie horse of girly coronary stimulation.

“You`re okay with Rhett coming.” I said it as a dull statement tinged with shock, not a question. I could almost see him rolling those ebony eyes at my slow-witted ways. “Are you for real?”

He laughed. The vibrations raced across phone lines and directly into my body, making all sorts of heat pool in very private places. Suddenly the wind and bitter temperatures didn`t feel so bad. It was actually kind of pleasant out here. Like a spring day!

“Yeah, I think I am anyway. So, what do you say? I`ll come down and get you and the midget tomorrow. I can peel out of work early and be at your place around seven?”

It was hard to put him off. His enthusiasm was contagious and I didn`t even know what had him so animated.

“I have that party,” I reminded him staring through the frosty glass on the door. “It starts at seven.”

“Oh, well how about I meet you there and then we can leave after you socialize for awhile? I mean, if that`s what you want to do. I don`t want you to feel like I`m pressuring you to spend time with me if you don`t-”

“No! I mean, no, I would love to spend the weekend with you. Where would we stay?”

“You can stay at my place, or, if that`s too uncomfortable for you, Andy has a huge house and he already said you were more than welcome.”

Okay. That sounded reasonable. Rhett and I would stay at Jonah`s grandfathers. That way no hint of hanky or panky could take place. I had to keep my foot firmly on the brake. It had been over a year since I had ‘been with’ a man. I didn`t want my lust to override my common sense if at all possible.

“Uhm, are you sure you want to spend a couple hours with my family?” I asked, my nose pressed to the cold pane of glass. My aunts and grandmother were in quite a heated conversation. When Aunt Mary saw me she smiled and waved. All the well lipsticked mouths clamped shut. Yep. They were talking about me.

“Dana, I`m fine with your family. I already know Miss Jo and her dog. How bad can the rest be?”

I caught the infrared glare from my grandmother. I blew on the glass to obliterate my face to those inside.

“Oh, you`d be amazed,” I sighed.

Copyright 2013 ©by V.L. Locey


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Sunday, December 14, 2014

Caretaker, Forgive Thyself

Many of you know, but perhaps some do not, that I lost my father on November 12th. Pop had lived 89 wonderful years, and had battled cancer twice. The third time he just couldn`t beat that darn disease, and his health declined rapidly in little over three months. Things started going downhill after he went into renal failure in August. He rallied from that near-death experience but his mind was never the same. He had to go into a local nursing home for rehab in hopes he would return to his apartment, but that never came to fruition, sadly.

I'm not sharing all of this sadness to gain sympathy. We all have lost loved ones, and as adult children, we know someday we will bury our parents. The reason that I'm sharing this is to tell those of you who are trying to do your best in taking care of an elderly parent with mental issues that it is okay to feel angry or burdened. Those are normal emotions. They do not mean you love your parent any less. It simply means that at times, the responsibility will get to you, even if your loved one is in a nursing home. It is a terribly heavy burden for one person to carry. Yes, there were siblings that could have stepped up to help, but they did not. Again, I'm not here to rant or rail over that. We all have to look at ourselves in the mirror every day.

After talking with friends and loved ones during this trying time, it became clear to me that everyone must handle the heartache and heavy burden in their own way. For me it was to place my father in a care facility that had the 24-hour nursing he required. For someone else, the decision may be different. My house was not large enough for another person, and in all honesty, I knew I could not be his nurse. I did not have the training or the emotional strength needed. There were days when he would yell and call me names or accuse me of trampling his rights. I left the nursing home in tears many times as the father that I knew slipped further and further away.

There is no stock answer, no right or wrong when it comes to a decision about a loved one in that kind of situation. What works for one person may not for another. Don`t judge too harshly, my friends. Instead of speaking ill of a son or daughter who is struggling, perhaps give that caregiver a few warm words. Offer them some coffee and a nonjudgmental ear. Let them unburden themselves, because you may be the only person that poor soul has that will listen and care.

In addition, caregiver: daughter or son, step-son or step-daughter, grandson or granddaughter, please know that there are people who understand. Forgive yourself. You are doing the very best you can under terribly trying times. It's okay to feel mad, dejected, scared, abandoned, and confused. Those are your emotions and you are entitled to each one of them. Face each day as a new one, knowing that you are doing your best to make the last days of your loved one as safe and comfortable as you can, even if  it seems that loved one is not aware of what it is you are doing. They know. Deep in that heart that may soon stop beating, they know, and they love you even more for being there with them when no other would.

Thursday, December 11, 2014

Throwback Thursday Tune

One of my favorite snappy holiday tunes. Join me as we rock around the Christmas tree with the talented Brenda Lee!

Wednesday, December 10, 2014

The Futures So Bright I Have to Wear Skates!

Wait. I think that`s supposed to be shades. Oh well.  In this case skates makes more sense. I have come incredible news to share with my friends and fans. Last night I signed on the dotted line with Secret Cravings Publishing to bring you a new erotic hockey romance series, the Venom series!

What is a bit different about the Philadelphia Venom series is that the books revolve around a women`s professional ice hockey team as opposed to the standard male hockey heroes. We get to see the team built from the ground up as Clean Sweep kicks off the proposed series with a tentative electronic release set for August 2015.

There are at least nine novels outlined for the Venom series so far, and are as follows: Clean Sweep, Twirly Girl, Tape to Tape, Angle Play, Blueline Blues, Long Change, Flow, Quick Whistle, and Visitor`s Bench. 

You'll be able to meet the Venom`s new head coach, Jane Bratkowski, at the end of the Final Shifts, the last Wildcat novel. I think you'll like Jane, I know I do. She is one crusty cookie on the outside but inside . . . well, inside she`s a little softer than she would like to admit.

I am just over the moon and I hope my readers will enjoy the women of the Venom as much as they did the Wildcats. I guarantee you that my leading ladies will continue to be diverse, strong, realistic women who fit into no molds. And their leading men will always be the kind of men you fantasize about.

Thank you all for your support. If it weren`t for my family, friends and my fans none of this would be happening. I love you all. *hugs*

Let`s Go Wildcats!

Let`s Go Venom!

Monday, December 8, 2014

Tuesday Tales - Picture Prompt

Welcome back! It's time for more romance.

We have a picture prompt this week so the excerpt is written to reflect the image and must be three hundred words or under.  This week we have the first three hundreds words of issue three, and next week we'll have the rest of this issue. Please 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!

Wind in White Birch

It`s so funny how the mind conjures up smells to tantalize and befuddle merely from hearing someone` s voice. Standing amid the carnage that is my family I could smell Jonah Big Deer. Yes, he was in a different state but my nose seemed to think he was right beside me. The dark spice and evergreen scent of the man nearly overwhelmed me. It stirred up a wintery scene in my mind, for I will always associate Jonah with nature, wood smoke, and the touch of snowflakes on the skin. Then reality barged in and opened a damned window. The sensual smell of sexy man was replaced with a cloud of dollar store perfume and Ben-Gay.

“Can you hold on for one minute?” I asked sweetly.

“Sure, sounds like your busy,” he said. That deep sinful bass rumbling out of the phone nearly gave me an eargasm.

“Sort of,” I smiled stupidly, placed the phone to my shoulder then spun around like a possessed woman. “Can you please shut up?” I shouted at the Zajac sisters.

All five women and one wiener dog fell into silence.  My grandmother`s penciled eyebrows flew up to her red hairline. Shit. That outburst was going to cost me.

“Sorry honey,” Jo-Jo cooed, waddling over to fetch her dog. I nodded and lifted the phone. “Keep it down you old bats. That`s hot Jonah on the phone!”

My stomach lurched. Jo gave me a big thumbs ups. I could hear Jonah chuckling back in New York State.

“Can you call me on my cell?” I turned my back to the low whispers.

“Sure, can you give it to me again? I lost it. Do you know how many bookstores there are in Pittsburgh?” he inquired. Something tingled in my heart.

“You called them all?” I sighed like a tween spotting Justin Beiber.

“It was the only way to get in touch with you.”

Copyright 2013 ©by V.L. Locey


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