Sunday, December 4, 2016

Friday, December 2, 2016

Fandom Friday -Epic Coats and The Men Who Wear Them



Since the first time I sat down to write fan fiction about twelve years ago, I was hooked. I still am and proud of it. I thought it might be fun to take Friday and turn it into Fandom Friday -  a day for a little laughter and a little love.

Every week we'll have a meme or image from one of the many fandoms so many of us love. We'll follow the picture with a quick question. I'll always share a link to my Fireflies and Fandoms blog and my AO3 page so anyone who wants to check out my fan fiction can do so. So, let's dive right in, shall we?

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So, which coat (and/or its wearer) would you choose? Sound off down in the comments. I'd have to go with "The Captain" since it and its sexy wearer are one half of the couple I ship hard. Although "The Doctor" and "The Detective" are close seconds. Really close seconds...

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And, as promised, here's a link to my fan fiction blog and AO3 page. I've just started a new Torchwood tale so, if you've a mind, it's the perfect time to leap in and enjoy the ride.





Monday, November 28, 2016

Tuesday Tales - Island




It`s time for Tuesday Tales.





 Welcome back! This week we have another excerpt from my NaNoWriMo novel, Breakout, which is book #2 in my upcoming Brighton Wood Blades M/M hockey series. This book introduces us to Todd Oleksuk, a defenseman on the Blades who is still deeply closeted, and Lee Odette, a drag queen who will capture and free the heart of Mr. Oleksuk. Our snippet today takes us back to Todd’s point of view. He and Lee have finally made it to their first romantic night at Todd’s mountain cabin and are sharing a meal and some conversation.

Since this is an M/M romance, there may be some same-sex frolicking taking place as well as mature language. If that offends, now is the time to skedaddle along to another Tuesday Tales offering.

Our word prompt for this week is “Island”.




“My turn. Is driving that big rig hard?” He waved his forked tot in the general direction of my Kenworth out in the driveway.
            “It’s not as easy as driving a car, but it’s not brain surgery. I’ve always liked driving truck.” I grabbed the ketchup, coated my tater tots, and then offered it to Lee. He declined with a shake of his head. “I got my CDL when I was eighteen and have been behind the wheel of a big truck ever since. I’ve seen every state in this country, some of the islands off Newfoundland, and a lot of Canada. Maybe sometime you could come along on a long haul.”
            His eyes widened. “Ride along in that truck? Where would we sleep? Motels?”
            “Nope.” I smeared a couple tots in my glob of ketchup. “There’s a sleeper that would hold two if we cuddled.”
            He grinned and bobbed his head with enthusiasm. “I would simply love to take a long haul with you! Cuddling in the sleeper sounds incredible. Oh! Do you have a CB? Can I talk on it? I could make up a handle. This is going to be just like Smokey and the Bandit! I’m Sally Fields because I’m adorable and spunky. And you, why you’re Burt the Bandit, driving around stealing all the young men’s hearts.”
            “Bandit drove the Trans-Am. Snowman drove the rig,” I pointed out. Lee frowned and lobbed a hot tot at me. It missed by a mile and landed on the floor by one of five mousetraps set around the floorboards.
            “Tough taters,” my guest huffed. “Bandit was sassy and sexy. That old Snowman probably smelled like a hound dog.”
            “Yeah, he probably did,” I chuckled and let him prattle on about Bandit and bootlegged beer. “Who’s turn is it?” I asked after a couple of minutes of eating and Lee chatter had passed.
            “You go on ahead,” he said. “I’ve fallen behind on eating because of all my chit-chat.”
            “I’ve been reading up, you know, on how to be gay.”
Lee’s eyes flared at the statement. “Good Lord honey, you can’t go by a book. Just be who and what you are,” he quickly replied. “And where is this ‘How to Be Gay’ book? Is it on Amazon? Are there illustrations? I do love dirty pictures.”
“What do you think I am?” I enquired, folding my arms in front of me after pushing my empty plate to the side. “Am I a bottom or top? How is that decided?”
He lowered his fork and knife, looked up from cutting his chili dog into bite-sized bits, and pondered a moment. “I would have thought you were a big old top but then we had the great mouse debacle.” I felt a blush creep up my neck. That was one of my biggest secrets and now he knew it, as well as a few others.


Copyright 2016 ©by V.L. Locey

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Sunday, November 27, 2016

Silent Sunday





*November Along the Creek*





Thursday, November 24, 2016

Monday, November 21, 2016

Tuesday Tales - Bread




It`s time for Tuesday Tales.



 Welcome back! This week we have another excerpt from my NaNoWriMo novel, Breakout, which is book #2 in my upcoming Brighton Wood Blades M/M hockey series. This book introduces us to Todd Oleksuk, a defenseman on the Blades who is still deeply closeted, and Lee Odette, a drag queen who will capture and free the heart of Mr. Oleksuk. Our snippet today takes us back to Lee’s point of view as he sets out to prepare breakfast for him and the shy visitor in his guest room.

Since this is an M/M romance, there may be some same-sex frolicking taking place as well as mature language. If that offends, now is the time to skedaddle along to another Tuesday Tales offering.

Our word prompt for this week is “Bread”.



Call me a silly sap but I set my alarm for ten that morning. After I had blown the dust off the thing. Lee Maxwell Odette does not set an alarm. Ever. But for the man sleeping in my guest room, I would. I wanted to be up, showered, shaved, and with a proper Southern breakfast ready when Todd awoke. Feeling like I had only slept for four hours – which I had – I hit the shower first, running a razor over every part of my body that I dared to run a razor over. Delicate spots were attended to by Fiji, a professional honey wax applicator over at The Tender Rose Spa. Fiji was a linebacker of a man, black as night with pink dreads who loved Whitney Houston. I knew all of this because any man who is smearing warm honey on my taint must answer a few questions first. There are just some things that require a degree of intimacy. Also, I’m just nosy and love to talk.
            After the shower and shave, I spent fifteen minutes going through my wardrobe. I wanted something that was comfy and relaxed to keep Todd feeling at ease, yet I also wanted him to be able to appreciate my finer qualities. I opted to go with leggings again since my guest appeared to enjoy seeing me in them. I wiggled into simple black ones then tugged a burgundy scoop-necked sweatshirt over my damp head. The front of the sweatshirt had “Squad Girls” on it, so, knowing he was a hockey player, I hoped that would be sporty enough for him. I slipped my feet into some black flats, spritzed myself with Sexual Sugar, and then tiptoed past the door to the guest room. The sun shined brightly through my patio door. Snow was blown halfway up the glass doors. I peeked down on the city. Things were crawling along at a snail’s pace as the roads were just now being plowed.
            Yawning behind my hand I stepped into my kitchen and smiled.
            “You are in for a real treat,” I whispered to my slumbering guest and then set to work. First thing was coffee because my ass was dragging and not in my usual professional capacity. As my coffee arrived I toasted a single slice of bread. After my Keurig had made me cup number one, I sipped and watched the local news on my iPad while nibbling toast. The weatherman, a stud of a blond with a smile that seemed a bit too pleasant, assured us that the snow had moved on after dumping up to fourteen inches across the viewing area. Maybe, if I were extremely lucky, they’d not get Todd plowed out and he’d have to spend another night. We could talk more, maybe watch a movie and neck. Mm, necking had my full attention now.


Copyright 2016 ©by V.L. Locey

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Big Gay Fiction Giveaway! Free LGBT Books, Short Stories, and Chapter Peeks!





Want to get the first chapter of my upcoming M/M holiday hockey novella, Holly & Hockey Boots, for free? It's up for grabs as part of the Big Gay Giveaway! There are over 80 authors taking part with free books, short stories, and chapter peeks! #BGFG

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