Thursday, July 28, 2016

Throwback Thursday Tunes

The final song with "USA" or "America" in the title is this funky rendition of American Woman by Mr. Lenny Kravitz. Be still my heart. 

Monday, July 25, 2016

Tuesday Tales - Picture Prompt

Hello! It`s time for Tuesday Tales.

It's time to have more zombie fun! Today we have another excerpt from my LGBTQ zom-rom-com Two Guys Walk Into an Apocalypse 4 - Zombies, Zendra, and Ziegfeld Follies. This story contains crude language, gore because of the darn zombies, and gay sexual situations. If that offends now would be the time to move onto another Tuesday Tales offering.

It`s our picture prompt week and the excerpt must reflect the image and be under 300 words.  Don`t forget to visit the other talented Tuesday Tales authors. Thanks for stopping by!

"That certainly is good news. Your value to us has just quadrupled. News along the border is that Zendra is very interested in fags and dykes." He lifted my gun from her face then waved at the crying girl. She was hustled back into the woods, tripping and falling over her dirty bare feet, two men roughly escorting her."Thank you for telling me your name, Mr. Cooke, but when I asked where you were from, I didn't mean before the plague, I meant where are you from now? Where's your camp? Where are the others you live with?"

"I'm alone now," I replied as I studied the direction Iris had been drug off in. "My husband was infected." I'd heard once that the best lies had truth in them. 

Mercury shook his head while placing my handgun back to the table at his left. Someone behind me delivered a kick to the back of my right leg. I went to one knee with a pained grunt.

"See, that's not the truth, Mr. Cooke. No one goes solo anymore. It's too dangerous. Safety in numbers, pack mentality, all that stuff." Mercury poured himself a glass of cold water and took a small sip, a devious smile tickling the corners of his mouth. He was the epitome of relaxation and nonchalance, as if he were sipping flavored water at an outdoor cafe. "Ah, that is refreshing." He took time to place his glass back to the table and pat at his mouth with a neatly folded handkerchief extracted from the inner pocket of his suit jacket. "So, where are you from?"

"I'm going it alone."

Mercury shook his head while tsking me softly. "I strongly suspect that's not the case, Mr. Cooke. Slug, have at it, but make sure he doesn't die. Zendra will cough up enough weapons, ammo, and provisions for his gay little ass to last us for six months." Mercury stood up and placed his hat atop his head. "Oh, and since he won't be going to a private customer, the ban on not hitting that movie star face is now lifted."

Off he went, into the woods, whistling Zip-A-Dee-Do-Dah.

Copyright 2016 ©by V.L. Locey


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Sunday, July 24, 2016

Silent Sunday

*Morning on the Pond*

Friday, July 22, 2016

Author/Book Spotlight-Iris Blobel's New Beginnings

The story is set in Hobart, the capital of Tasmania, the most southern state in Australia. A most beautiful place. I went there a few years back and imagined how it would be to live in this city, how to adapt as a "non-local", and bit by bit I wrote the story of two sisters moving there.
Obviously, I added a little romance into the story as well – so I added Mark and Zach.
This is the second edition of NEW BEGINNINGS.
The story is now a bit sexier and has also received another edit.

Literary Chanteuse's review: "This author has a way of endearing her characters and it is easy to fall in love with them. An intriguing story with emotion, love and hope."
Sharon's review: "This was a very enjoyable read and it left me wanting just a little bit more. I highly recommend it."

"Other people have to fight battles in their life as well."

~~  New Beginnings ~~
(2nd Edition)
by Iris Blobel

♥♦♥  SYNOPSIS ♥♦♥

The chance to start life all over with the help of a stranger.

Twenty-two-year-old Sophie Levesque has been guardian to her eight-year-old sister Mia since their mother's death a few years ago, and it hasn't been easy. Luck comes their way when they inherit a small house in Hobart. Problem is, though, they don't know and have never heard of Clara Bellinger, the testator. Settling into their new life, Sophie is still afraid it's all a mistake.

Mark O'Connor, attorney in Hobart and the bearer of the good news for Sophie and Mia, curses himself for the lack of information about the testator. However, researching the questions gives him an opportunity to see Sophie again, and the more time he spends with the two, the more he realises that his life is missing something. And it's not his casual lover Linda.

But then there's Zach, Sophie's sexy neighbour from across the road… and a very good friend of Clara's.

Will unravelling the mystery unravel Sophie and Mark's promise of a future?


Iris Blobel was born and raised in Germany and only immigrated to Australia in the late 1990s. Having had the travel bug most of her life, Iris spent quite some time living in Scotland, London as well as Canada where she met her husband. Her love for putting her stories onto paper has only emerged recently, but now her laptop is a constant companion.

Iris resides west of Melbourne with her husband and her two beautiful daughters.

Next to her job at a private school, she also presents a German Program at the local Community Radio.

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Thursday, July 21, 2016

Throwback Thursday Tune

I'm not sure if this singer has ever been on TBT tunes before. If not, shame on me! Kick back and enjoy Neil Diamond's America as we enjoy another week of songs with "USA" or "America" in the title.

Monday, July 18, 2016

Tuesday Tales - Write

Hello! It`s time for Tuesday Tales.

 It's time to have more zombie fun! Today we have another excerpt from my LGBTQ zom-rom-com Two Guys Walk Into an Apocalypse 4 - Zombies, Zendra, and Ziegfeld Follies. Despite Paul taking a sound beating at the hands of Mercury and his people, he still refuses to divulge any information about himself or his small group of loved ones. Mercury then decides to push our leading man a little harder...

 This story contains crude language, gore because of the darn zombies, and gay sexual situations. If that offends now would be the time to move onto another Tuesday Tales offering.  Our word prompt for the week is "Write".

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I hung there between two big lugs, my eyes roaming the landscape trying to find something - anything- that would give me a clue as to where I now was. The two runners sent to fetch Iris returned. One dragged a young teenager of perhaps fifteen behind him. The girl looked to be Inuit. Her dark brown eyes were wide with fear. Her clothes hung off her frail frame in tatters. My sickly stomach rolled over when Iris was thrown to the ground in front of Mercury. His eyes never left mine as the girl whimpered and hugged herself tightly, eyes squeezed shut, tears tracking through several layers of dirt on her face.

"Mr. Pitt, this is Iris. She was supposed to head to the border with you and a few others, but since she's already been broken in..." a few animals behind me made leering noises and grunts, "... she's not nearly as valuable as she had been."

"So you're human traffickers? Slavers?" I asked my voice a mere shade of what it usually was. It had taken a mere year for the scum to start preying on their fellow survivors. Sometimes I truly hated humanity and wished I could write off most of those left behind. Mercury reached for his hat, lifted it with panache, and pulled out what appeared to be my damn Smith & Wesson from under the dusty Fedora. My knife and the shattered remains of my walkie-talkie also lay on the table. Sight locked with mine he pointed my gun at the head of the cowering teen at his feet. I lunged forward but was jerked back as Iris screamed and threw her arms over her head.

"Slavers is such an ugly word. We prefer "population redistributors" since we move people from one location to another. So, Mr. Pitt, give me your name and where you're from or I put one of your bullets into the head of the not-so-valuable anymore Iris." He flipped off the safety, his manic eyes glowing with pleasure. One dark eyebrow crept up his forehead. "I'll give you to the count of one starting with one." His finger slid back and forth over the trigger. "One."

"NO!" I shouted then started blabbing. "My name is Paul Cooke; I'm from a small town in New York State. My husband and I were both in education before the—"

Mercury's eyes widened. The barrel of my gun lowered just a fraction of an inch."Did you say husband? Are you queer, Mr. Cooke?"

"Flamingly so," I replied with a wee bit of tart. Maybe it just sounded like tart to me. Probably it sounded sickly to the rest. My tart was probably lacking.

Copyright 2016 ©by V.L. Locey


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A Hat Trick of Questions #1

People are always asking author's questions and we love it! Nothing shows us that you enjoyed our book like questions about it, our process, development, or any other query a reader might have. Well, reviews also show your love but I know that you're all reading and reviewing, right?

I thought it would be fun to share a trio of questions that I've been asked recently then give you my replies. Please feel free to shoot me any questions you might have that I don't cover here, or in future Q&A posts. I adore interacting with my readers!

Question: Why don't all of your books end with a wedding?

This is a really common question that I get asked all the time. My answer is that I don't feel that marriage is the end all and be all for every couple on earth. I've been happily married for over 25 years, and I have great respect for the institution of marriage. That being said, it is not for everyone. Many couples live long and extremely happy lives without legal vows and government licenses. Sometimes my couples marry (Victor and Dan) and sometimes they don't even if they have a child together (Isabelle and Philip) because I like to have the ending reflect who the couple are and where they're at when the book/series ends.

Also, wedding vows do not always equate to a happy ending. Ask the millions of divorced people out there and I suspect they'll back me up. So, I do strive to give my readers at least a happy for now. If a wedding is the right course for a couple, then I'll be there throwing rice with the rest of the guests. But if it's not, I'm not going to add the vows just to fit into a romance novel Jell-O mold of conformity.

Question: Why don't you write in third person with alternating POV? I like that best.

I get this one a lot. I know some readers dislike first person. Sorry about that, truly I am, but writing in third feels awkward to me. I actually started out writing in third, way back in the day when I was doing Marvel fan fiction. It always felt odd and stilted but that was how everyone else was doing it so...

Then I tried first person and it clicked perfectly. Getting into the mind of the storyteller suits me. This is why I think I can only work on one book at a time. When I'm Victor Kalinski, I am totally Victor. I just can't be Vic in the morning and then someone else in the afternoon. I have to submerse myself totally in that character.

So yes, I much prefer first person, one point of view. I am branching out a bit with my upcoming LGBT hockey series, The Brighton Wood Blades, and writing those in first person alternating views. Why? Well, because my muse wanted to do this series that way and who am I to argue with her? Does that mean I'll someday do a book in third person? It is highly unlikely.

Question: Why are you moving to all LGBT books after the Venom series ends?

 Because over the years I have discovered that LGBT romance is where I belong. When I first began writing, I never knew there was such a thing as M/M romance, so any romance that I wrote was M/F. I find it interesting now when I think back because reader's way back in my fan fiction days always commented on the homoerotic aspect of my work. Little did I know those comments were an indicator of where my true author heart would lead me over time.

I have a special place for M/F romance and I will always be grateful to those books for opening up the door for me. Without the Wildcats and Venom, I would have never found the wonderful world of erotic hockey romance, and the fantastic readers that support us. However, my calling is, and I feel it has been for some time, M/M or LGBT hockey romance. My couples rarely come to me as traditional man/woman pairings anymore. Most are somewhere on the rainbow spectrum and I fully embrace them.

My characters need to have their stories told. They must to be able to express their love in a world filled with bigotry to help combat the darkness. I'm transitioning not only because I am the mother of an openly out and proud bisexual daughter, because that is surely a part of my decision, but because love is love. I am and always have been a vocal ally of the LGBTQIA community. It's my hope that my books may open someone's eyes, or at the very least, show the world that the love between two men or two women is a natural and beautiful thing.