Monday, April 14, 2014

Tuesday Tales - Savage

Welcome to Tuesday Tales! This week I`ll be sharing excerpts from my 2013 NaNoWriMo novel, Laco Law – The Gnarled Oak. Laco Law is an M/M historical western romance, set in the fictional county of Laco, Texas in 1867.

This week our word prompt 'Savage’. In this excerpt Clayton and Zeke run into a most colorful character.

A note for my readers:  This is a gay romance novel, and so the romance that occurs is man on man. If this is not your cup of tea, no one will think less of you if you read no further.

 As this is my NaNo work, it is quite rough. I do ask that you overlook any glaring mistakes you may find. 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!



            “I would ask you to lower your weapon, Sir, as we are lawmen as you can see.” I leaned back in my saddle so that the sun would shine over the brim of my hat. The star on my chest gleamed. Dr. Dante`s rifle drifted downward much to my relief. The man was quite old and paunchy. His suit had at one time been fashionable. Now it was dirty, torn, and stained with greasy spots.

            “Thank the most heavenly host!” Dr. Dante exclaimed, his hand rising into the sky most dramatically. “They emptied me out! Stole all my coin! Then the reprobates busted all but four bottles of my Dryworm Distilled Dislixior!” the chubby man said. His silver hair was sticking out in odd ways from his head. He rushed over to us, four brown bottles rattling in the deep pockets of his blue overcoat. His gait was peculiar, as if he had a thickness of his thighs that impeded his running. He was nearly up to Zeke when he got a good look at the imposing man studying him intently. He tripped in his haste to stop and bounced off the front shoulder of Storm. The horse threw its head. The snake oil salesman went to his ass with a jangle of glass bottles. “That man is a savage!” he coughed and pointed.


            “He is?” I asked for that seemed to amuse Zeke while befuddling others. The man on the ground grew mysteriously quiet. “Tell me what your name is and what manner of trouble has beset you.”

            “My name is Dr. Albacore Dante, scientist and originator of Dr. Dante`s Dryworm Distilled Dislixior,” he said after gaining his feet. Zeke said nothing as the man bowed theatrically. I regarded the travelling salesman with mild rancor. Paw-Paw never did have one good thing to say about snake oil salesmen, but he had many a bad thing to say about them. “I have been crossing the great state of Texas while spreading the joy of renewed vigor and manly performance. Tell me, do either of you have bouts of flatulence, dyspepsia, gangrenous vapors, melancholy, or lack of manly firmness situated in the groin region?”

            Zeke was halfway out of his saddle, his hand pawing for the knife he hid in his boot. I reached over to jerk him back to his seat atop his gelding. Dr. Dante seemed oblivious to how close he had come to meeting the heavenly ones. Apparently Ezekiel Fire Sky took offense to anyone questioning the firmness of his groin region. I could attest to the man`s potency but chose not to at the time.

            “Dr. Dante,” I interrupted, “If you could get to the part where the crime occurred?”

            “Oh yes! Of course! Well, they robbed me of all my cash, which was going to be donated to further the study of manly infirmities of the genital region. Then they stole my horse and rode off to the west!”

            I looked over at Zeke. He rolled his eyes.

            “I suggest you wait here, Dr. Dante. My deputy and I will see if we can locate the men that robbed you. Can you give us a description of the outlaws?”

            Hessie pawed at the ground. A crow flew over cawing to the humans standing under the hot sun.

            “Yes I can! There were four of them. They wore clothing and rode horses!”

            I stared at the man hard. I wondered if he dosed himself with his own concoction. “Can you think of anything more distinct perhaps?”

            “Well,” he said as he strode back and forth stroking the silver whiskers hugging his chin, “One had a rather large head. Oh!” he shouted loud enough to make Storm flinch, “One was black as the night with a large gold ring in his nose!”

            “That should suffice. Find somewhere in the shade of your wagon to rest.” I smiled, tapped my hat then put my heels into Hessie`s ribs. We rode hard in a westerly direction, Zeke mumbling to himself the entire way. I grew steadily more agitated with each delay in pursuit. A small part of me knew that Zeke had to dismount, work the land for signs of horses as he scoured each minute trace of rearranged dirt. The larger angry part did not care. That dark festering thing inside me wanted nothing more than to find these outlaws so that justice would be served.

             Zeke moved with measured steps. He was naught but a solid bruise yet. Even my wounds pulled internally from time to time. I snapped when the Tonkawa was slow to rise from a crouch. The look he leveled upon me was fierce. I rode around him when we picked up the trail. It took perhaps another hour to locate the route to the outlaws. They had overtaken an abandoned way station for the Pony Express.




Copyright 2013 ©by V.L. Locey

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Sunday, April 13, 2014

Sunday Sneak Peek

Here`s a fun way to discover possible new reads. Just hop from one blog to the next for six paragraphs from that author`s current WIP or published work! This week I`ll be sharing something from my newest release, A Most Unlikely Countess, which is book 2 of the To Love a Wildcat hockey romance series. 

In this sneak peek, Liz is in the Wildcats` locker room. 






“…when he first came over from Finland. Hell, that must have been six years ago now. Ouch! Christ, Clarkie, don`t rub so hard! They`re calves, not sides of beef,” the captain of the Wildcats snarled at the trainer kneeling in front of him. “As soon as he arrived, I knew he would fit in and be one of the boyce.” I had to assume ‘boyce’ was Minnesota speak for ‘boys’. “Any man that retaliates for the itching powder in his cup by sprinkling sneezing powder into your helmet is a contender for my friend—shit!” the man hissed as the old, bald man worked on Derrick Andersson`s knotted calf muscles. “Are you going to write any of this down?” Derrick asked when he noticed the silence coming from Veikko Aho`s dressing cubicle.

I couldn`t speak to reply, so I just continued to stare at the trainer trying to massage years of abuse from Andersson`s legs. Clarkie, the trainer, was the only thing I could look at in the Wildcats` locker room that didn`t make my face flame. As it was, I was crammed into Veikko`s cubicle, my knees to my chest, my sight locked on Clarkie the calf masseuse.

Men walked past in various stages of undress. Derrick was in nothing but a towel, his beard and hair wet from his shower when he had spied me then limped over. Veikko had not only gotten me a free pass to wherever I needed to be in the Houseman Center, he had apparently told everyone on the team to come talk to me. I wished he had told them to wear pants for the interview. Pads and coats and rolls of tape tumbled down on me as I wriggled back further to avoid the massive redheaded center, Bobby Fovea, when he ran past with his dick swinging in the breeze. This was so never happening again I vowed, going wide-eyed when Viviana`s lover trotted out of the showers in his birthday suit. No wonder she was so pleasant all the time now. That man was packing some serious meat.

“Oh God,” I muttered, then tore my gaze from Alain Lessard`s package. Derrick began chuckling despite the pain of his legs.

“Too much beefcake, eh?” the forty-year-old captain asked. I nodded then turned a deeper crimson color.


“Ah, there is Liz!” the defenseman from Quebec shouted as he reached into Veikko`s cubicle to remove my hands from my face. “You are so shy,” he teased, patting my head before he showed me his bare back. “If Viviana were in here, she would be placing rating stickers on every penis she saw. Mine would be a ten of course, but Andersson`s? A mere one.”

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You can find Liz and Veikko`s book, A Most Unlikely Countess, here: (It is recommended that you read the series in order)








You can find Pink Pucks & Power Plays, the first book of the To Love a Wildcat series, here:





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Thursday, April 10, 2014

Seduced by the Game - A Personal Back Story

Every book, every novella, every short story or poem is special. We authors pour our hearts and souls into our works. We weep and cheer with our characters. Sometimes, though, a book comes along that is even more special simply due to the reason it exists. That is how I feel about Seduced by the Game. Every author involved is a proud supporter of Hockey Fights Cancer. 100% of all royalties are being donated to the cause. 



For me, when I saw the call for submissions for this anthology I knew I had to submit. I had to try to get involved. Even if I had not been fortunate enough to have had Heir Apparent chosen for inclusion, I would have found a way to help. Cancer has touched my life, as I know it has touched many of you out there reading.

My Pop is now battling for the third time against this terrible disease.




He has fought against prostate and colorectal cancer. Those he beat, but had to have a colostomy to win the second war. Now he has spots on his liver that have him, us, and his oncologists quite worried. Treatment options are being discussed, and let me tell you, none of them are appealing. I have seen firsthand how cancer whittles down a robust man to a thin, weak shell of his former self. Yet, he has not given up nor have we. I hope through the sales of this anthology that we will get one step closer to finding a cure for cancer. Every penny helps.

You can get your copy of Seduced by the Game for your eReader here:





You can also visit the Seduced by the Game website to find print copies of the anthology, as well as t-shirts, mugs, pins, and other great ways to help win the fight against cancer! There`s also a HUGE giveaway going on at the website. You`ll want to check it out and enter for you chance to win some great prizes!

Seduced by the Game Website



Monday, April 7, 2014

Tuesday Tales - Lemon

Welcome to Tuesday Tales! This week I`ll be sharing excerpts from my 2013 NaNoWriMo novel, Laco Law – The Gnarled Oak. Laco Law is an M/M historical western romance, set in the fictional county of Laco, Texas in 1867.

This week our word prompt 'Lemon’. In this excerpt Clayton and Zeke commit a crime in order to try to solve one.

A note for my readers:  This is a gay romance novel, and so the romance that occurs is man on man. If this is not your cup of tea, no one will think less of you if you read no further.

 As this is my NaNo work, it is quite rough. I do ask that you overlook any glaring mistakes you may find. 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!



            At ten minutes after one in the dark of night I too was questioning the sanity of the white man. One white man in particular. The lock on the harbormaster`s door was proving to be most obstinate. Zeke shuffled nervously behind me, using his girth to block out the sight of a man on his knees trying to gain illegal entrance to this small building. The irony that I was a sheriff trying to break in did not escape me. Finally I grew angry enough to pitch the lock-pick into the bay in a pique.

            “Good thing you took up being a lawman instead of being a criminal,” the bruiser said before he drove his elbow into the thin glass window behind us. I cringed at the sound of shattering glass. The door creaked open. Ezekiel withdrew his long arm from the busted pane.

            “You may see a bonus in your stipend, Deputy,” I whispered as we hurried inside the shed-like office. The building barely held Zeke and me.

            “I got a better way for you to pay me back.”

            I looked up from the wooden cabinet that held the books and records. I could not see his face due to the darkness, but I imagined he was smirking. My blood heated up slightly when an image of him paying me back floated in front of me. I shoved the licentious thought aside to return to work. The long, thick, leather-bound tome that held the name and cargo of all incoming vessels was quite hefty. I had come in earlier in the day using the ruse that I was here to pick up some cargo. All I had wanted was a close look at the interior of the tall, boxy building. Now that knowledge served us well. Zeke lit the stubby candle he had carried in his front pocket. We leaned over the log. Each page turned wafted the smell of old paper upwards. The handwriting changed numerous times, but the information was always the same.

            “Here,” Zeke said when the last page fluttered to rest. I saw the name Price scrawled neatly on the fourth line. From that first entry the name Price, and the ships under that flag, grew with leaps and bounds. My heart was stumbling over itself. We flipped faster. The sweet smell of cheroot smoke  now enveloped me. Zeke`s hair was loose to help hide his face during this covert mission. I longed to gather up a handful then rub it over my face. Instead, I bent closer to the log book.

             The last page contained the most recent entries. The brittle paper slipped through my fingers. The flame sputtered when wax threatened to swallow the tiny fire. I ran my finger over each entry that had the Price name attached to it. The last ship had set sail to the Orient three weeks ago. The cargo was listed as cattle, sheep, various imported citrus such as oranges and lemons, and assorted livestock.

            “He`s gone.” The admission was feeble. It fell off my tongue. My head dropped forward. The candle was blown out. I was taken into Zeke`s strong arms. There I lingered, in the dark, with my lover, tears trickling down my face. I had failed Boyden just as I had failed Rebecca and Harland and the Confederate Army. Boyden was sailing away from me listed as assorted livestock. My legs wanted to let me down. Zeke held me until I could gather myself properly. We left Galveston under the dark of night. Ezekiel spoke little and I even less. What was there for me to say? The crushing burden of guilt rode upon my back. Daylight did nothing to alleviate the darkness of loss. We rode. We ate. We drank. We did not touch or kiss or fuck. I suspect that my deputy was giving me time to mourn in my own way. Perhaps he should have pushed me to interact, but that was not his way.

           Three days out of Galveston, the oddity of a gaily painted wagon ahead of us helped lift the fog of despair gathered around my head. Bright yellow and pink words exclaimed the wonders of Dr. Dante`s Dryworm Distilled Dislixior. We pulled up short when the owner of the wagon emerged from the rear with a rifle pointed at my midsection. My hand flew to the scar low on my belly. Zeke had his revolvers out of their leather before I could lay a hand on my rifle.


Copyright 2013 ©by V.L. Locey

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Holly Jody Gill Drops In

It`s my pleasure to welcome Holly back! Today she`s sharing some blurbs and amazing cover work for her books. I`m sure you`ll find something here to warm up your eReader.

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A wife and mother of three, Holly J. Gill is a romance writer whose favorite genre is erotica. She has three books published with Secret Cravings called the Desires series about a sex club and how two people go through the trials of falling in love. In Holly’s spare time she loves spending time with her family, friends, listen to music, watch movies, and travel around England enjoying the beautiful countryside.



Desires blurb

Desires—a place where fantasies are made flesh and dreams become real. From BDSM to being a dog, Desires can provide it with bells on, if that’s your kink.

Stacie Clifford’s only desire is to regain her sexual confidence after her recent escape from an abusive marriage. She joins Desires looking for re-education in the joys of her body. There is only one condition; her contract states emotional attraction between tutor and student is forbidden. Stacie is fine with that; her heart is so battered she has no desire to give it to anyone else.

Then she meets her instructor, Dan. Instantly attracted, at first Stacie thinks it will help to make her sexually comfortable with him. But when she realises she is falling in love, she can’t tear herself away, contract or no. Stacie knows that, no matter how kind and caring Dan appears, he’s just doing his job. Can Stacie overcome her own Desires and walk away?



Touching Angel’s Desires blurb

Angel’s life was one, big, long, dream come true. Young, beautiful, sexy, and in charge of Desires—the best sex club in the country. An entire staff of delicious men and delectable women was at her beck and call, ready to indulge her every carnal whim.

When vulnerable abuse survivor Stacie Clifford tentatively approached Desires for help getting her sexual confidence back, Angel had no qualms about assigning her secret favourite Dan McVeigh as her tutor. Gentle and sweet, Dan was just what Stacie needed.

Angel hadn’t realized just how powerful her suppressed feelings for Dan were until she noticed Dan and Stacie were getting on a little too well. Despite Dan’s insistence that all was strictly professional, maybe it was time to persuade Stacie that Desires was not for her. Just how far would Angel go to keep Dan to herself?

No one touched Angel’s Desires.



Desires Secrets Blurb

Two and a half years after her first visit to Desires, Stacie Clifford’s life has done a 180. Settled and happy with her beloved Dan, baby Ryan has completed their lives.

When Dan suggests revisiting Desires for some sexy couple time away, Stacie is unaccountably cautious until she finds that Angel will not be there. She didn’t know why, but she always had a gut feeling that Angel was not to be trusted. With Angel out of the way, she and Dan, together with their good friends Jason and Chrissie, proceed to indulge in the many and varied delights of Desires. Stacie even decides to explore some of her own secret fantasies.

But events soon take a dramatic turn, threatening to shatter Stacie’s new, happy life. What secrets lurk inside the walls of Desires?


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Sunday, April 6, 2014

Sneak Peek Sunday

Here`s a fun way to discover possible new reads. Just hop from one blog to the next for six paragraphs from that author`s current WIP or published work! This week I`ll be sharing something from my newest release, A Most Unlikely Countess, which is book 2 of the To Love a Wildcat hockey romance series. 







“Is this good?” I shouted, got the nod, stood up then drank in the grounds. The trees were caped in gold, red, and amber. Leaves trickled down to the wet grass. There was a sense of serenity now that hadn`t been here last night. Maybe it was Mom`s being able to handle being here better than I thought she would. But deep down, as much as I hated to admit this, I knew I liked it here better today because Lin-Ye was gone for the day. There was something about that woman that made me glum. I walked back for another gnome, my belly growling as lunchtime approached. The cook, a delightful ginger-haired woman by the name of Mrs. Fraser, had been notified of my vegan tastes. She was now putting the final touches on some bean and rice burritos. “Okay, so where do we want this one?” I asked the gnome queen.

Mom looked over the expansive grounds, her eyes searching for the perfect spot. Smiling to myself when her eyes widened I turned to locate where the fat man with the rake would sit for a month. Instead of seeing a gnome home, I saw a silver Corvette roaring up to park behind the Jag.

“Is that the maid?” Mom asked, four ceramic gnomes held close to her chest, their tiny slippers dropping dried dirt down the front of her sweatshirt. I shook my head as the driver uncurled his tall frame from the sports car then ran his sight over his home. No, that was certainly no maid. The Count of the Crease had returned to his castle. He found us and waved. I raised my hand in reply. I shook my head. Hair blanketed my face. Mom was tapping my arm trying valiantly to get my attention, but my sight was riveted on Veikko as his long legs chewed up the distance from driveway to backyard.



“I see you are at home,” Veikko said as he approached. The wind blew in my face, tossing my security blanket back from my eyes. He wore jeans and an officially licensed Wildcats jacket with his number and name stitched over his heart. His hair was caught in the same zephyr. He hadn`t shaved in a few days. Dark yellow scruff clung to his firm jaw and cheeks. I`m no fan of facial hair but on Veikko it looked passable.

“We don`t have a car,” Mom piped up. I threw her a look. Her brown eyes narrowed in confusion. Veikko stopped in front of us, letting his Wildcats duffel drop to the lawn beside his sneakers. His brows drew into a knot over his light blue eyes.

“I am sorry,” he offered at once still perplexed, “I meant I see you are happy at home. You have made my home yours,” the man explained. Mom made a sound of understanding.
“It`s a beautiful home. Your maid isn`t very nice though. She left during dinner and all her food got fed to the raccoons.”
At that Veikko looked at me for assistance. I eyed the empty in-ground pool and wondered if I could hide in the deep end for a few days.
“I don`t have a maid,” the man said, clearly befuddled.


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Friday, April 4, 2014

A Most Unlikely Countess Release Day!

Today is the day! Liz and Veikko`s story is now available for purchase at the Secret Cravings Website. I am so happy and excited for the second book in my Wildcats series to finally be out. I think you`ll enjoy reading about our demure, yet remarkably resilient, heroine as she captures the heart of one of the league`s most famous goaltenders.

From beta readers to editors all the way to my proof reader, everyone has fallen in love with Elizabeth. I hope you do as well. I know I certainly did. Thank you all for your continued support. It truly is most deeply appreciated. *hugs*




Painfully shy Liz Argon probably shouldn`t be dreaming of Veikko Aho, star goalie for the Philadelphia Wildcats. As she works side by side with 'The Count of the Crease' on his memoirs, she finds herself falling for the handsome goaltender. His tender ways with her and her mentally fragile mother are slowly claiming her heart. If only Veikko wasn`t already engaged to a woman far better suited to move in to 'The Count`s' world. In book two of the To Love a Wildcat series, we`ll see if a glass slipper can survive in the rough and tumble world of professional ice hockey.



A Most Unlikely Countess


If you haven`t read Pink Pucks & Power Plays, the first book in the series, here`s the link for Viviana and Alain`s novel. I do suggest reading them in order.



Pink Pucks & Power Plays