Thursday, November 27, 2014

Throwback Thursday Tune


How could we not share Adam Sandler`s amazing "The Thanksgiving Song" today? Everyone needs a little levity before the family descends upon us, right?

For those who celebrate have a safe and fun-filled Thanksgiving day.

Monday, November 24, 2014

Tuesday Tales - Stuffed

Welcome back to Tuesday Tales!



Today we're kicking off Wind in White Birch. As I said last week, this serial that wraps up Dana and Jonah`s story is one of my favorites for many, many reasons. Each issue is between one thousand and fifteen hundred words, so they`re fast little reads. There is some rather ribald language in this issue just so you know.

Our word prompt this week is 'Stuffed.' 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!


Wind in White Birch




Tomes A ‘Plenty Bookstore
Pittsburgh, PA

“Here I thought you were tidying up the erotica section, not taking notes.”

I spun around, the incendiary copy of Delta of Venus nearly flipping from my sweaty palms. Katie, my boss and the owner of the book store I work in, caught Ms. Nin`s erotic masterpiece before it hit the hardwood floor.

“I thought I saw a spider crawl into it,” I lied neatly, tugging the book from her I then slid it back into its place on the bowing shelf. I continued to stare at the spines of tomes hoping her damned red eyebrow would go back down. When I peeked to the left the ginger-haired woman was the poster child for the disbelieving.

“Right. A spider. Well, lunch is here,” she said, patting my shoulder then weaving past an older woman perusing the erotica section. I smiled guiltily then hurried in the opposite direction, hoping a slow stroll through non-fiction would ease my scarlet cheeks.

I really hadn`t meant to read it. I just thought since it was slow and Katie was off grabbing pizza, I`d skim the book just to ensure I had a good grasp of the content in case a customer asked. That`s my story and I`m sticking to it. Planning on a peek, I somehow ended reading and having lurid images of slowly undressing Jonah Big Deer filling my mind and making my breathing shaky. In my mind, I could still hear the sound of the zipper on his jeans going down tooth by tantalizing tooth.

Shit. I paused by the frosty window then laid my cheek to the frigid glass. That helped. I needed to strip naked and plaster my body to the icy window. I bet the pedestrians hurrying down 22nd Street would be impressed. I was out of control, plain and simple.

Trailing my fingers over the books as I passed I felt the calming reassurance books always bestow settling into my soul. Katie, and the small pepperoni with extra cheese, was waiting for me behind the counter. I shoved a stack of advanced readers copies aside then pulled over a stool. Our store was tiny yet homey with every square inch filled with books.

“Remind me to take down the Christmas lights,” Katie said, placing a gooey slice on a foam plate.

“You could leave them there and call them Valentine`s lights,” I offered, waving a slice at the front windows. I took a bite and sighed. Food was a damned poor substitute for a tall Seneca man but it would have to do. I stuffed in two more bites. My cheeks stretched and chewing was somewhat difficult.

“Substituting dough and mozzarella for dick won`t help,” my boss said. After I stopped choking, I gaped at her openly. I love Katie, I do. I love her kinky red hair, her freckles, and her wardrobe which never stepped out of the sixties although she`s only fifteen years older than me. Hell, I even love her cranky tuxedo cat Bongo Drum, the store feline. However, her propensity for frank speech leaves me slack-jawed at times. That`s why I deal with the customers and Katie deals with everything else.

“FYI, Madame Sex Fiend, I am not substituting dough and mozzarella for whatever you said.”

“She said dick,” the old lady from the erotica section interceded, laying her copy of Erica Jong`s Seducing the Demon down beside a sleeping Bongo cat. Katie snorted then pulled a circle of pepperoni from her slice. The cheese was being stubborn.

“Can I get you anything else?” I asked. The grey-haired darling shook her head. I rung her up, bagged up her book and wished her a happy Thursday. Once the little thing shoved her way into the bitter cold of a Pittsburgh January, I turned to the woman in a long denim skirt and a frothy tie-dyed shirt. “You are incorrigible,” I told her flatly.

“I know, but the truth is the truth. When are you planning on calling that stud from the Finger Lakes?” Katie asked, placing her pizza aside to twist open a bottle of spring water. The store was empty now. The heater was pushing the red and green lights around in the front windows. The smell of warm books and pizza blew throughout the store. I shook my head and slung a leg over my stool.

“I`m not calling him,” I told her, laying a paper towel over my black slacks, “Do you know how desperate that would sound? ‘Hi Jonah, it`s me, Dana. Listen, I`m such a loser I have nothing in my life besides my son and work. Can you drive down and make me feel loved?’”

“Don`t say that, you`ll scare the young buck to death. Just call him, tell him you`re horny and invite him down for a good screw. I guarantee you he`ll break land speed records to get here, you`ll get laid, and my erotica section will be less drool speckled.”

“Oh my God, you are so sick,” I said, absently pawing for my cell in my pants pocket as I stared at my employer in shock. Katie shrugged and muttered something only she and Bongo could understand. Glancing at my incoming, I grimaced.

“Hey Grandma, what`s up?” I said.

The rather taut voice of my grandmother exploded into my ear. “Dana, is there a parking slot in front of your store?”

I stood up and squinted at the street. It was on the tip of my tongue to say no but I knew the Clairton Corp were already near. I sighed and told her that yes there was a spot open. No sooner had the words left my mouth did my grandmother`s silver Cadillac ran over the curb outside. Not bothering to drive back off the curb, five old women exited the Caddy. My grandmother and my four great-aunts, out for their weekly Thursday shopping run in the city.


I crossed myself as the bells over the door jingled.


Copyright 2013 ©by V.L. Locey

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Sunday, November 23, 2014

Tumble Dry Excerpt!

I just love sharing excerpts with you guys and dolls! Today we have a short little snippet from my upcoming IR cougar short, Tumble Dry. I hope you get a little hot under the collar while reading it! *wink*

The following excerpt has explicit sexual language. If you`re offended by. . .blah, blah, blah and yadda-yadda.






EXCERPT:


“Hey.”

“Hello,” I replied, masking the rush of desire that flared up upon hearing his voice. Deep, yet not too deep. I judged him to be perhaps twenty-one or twenty-two. That would give me about eight years on him. I smiled around my straw at the way those blue eyes of his roamed with wanton approval over my curves. I tugged my change purse out of my front pocket, and then accidentally-on-purpose dropped it. Turning so that he could see the show, I bent over to fetch my quarters. When I straightened, beaded coin purse in hand, he was staring at me, his mouth open slightly, his hands gripping his duffel. Not a sock was being shaken out now. 

The corners of my mouth curled into a smile before I sat down. He shook off the spell he had fallen into. I sipped my iced coffee, immensely happy to know that this man was not averse to a woman with a little meat on her bones. Being a pastry chef meant tasting my creations. A few pounds had settled on me since I had graduated from culinary school. Some men disliked my curves, and some men embraced them. It was not an issue for me to be a plus-sized woman. My sleep was not interrupted by bouts of angst or agony about the width of my backside, rest assured.

It took him a moment to regain his thought process. I crossed one leg over the other, placed my coin purse on my lap, then sucked slowly on my well-gnawed straw. He was engrossed in his laundry now, tugging large handfuls of clothes out of his bag, and cramming them into the washer. I had to say something.

“You really should separate the colors from the whites.”

“Nothing is new enough to bleed, but thanks.”

He kept shoving more dirty laundry into the machine.

“If you overload, your clothes won’t get clean,” I told him, my straw resting on my lips as I spoke. His lapis-colored eyes moved from the washer to me. A strong urge to unbutton my blouse and offer him my breasts overtook me.

“I only have enough coins for one load,” he replied. I liked the cadence of his speech. It was slow, precise, educated, as if he had taught himself to enunciate clearly. A man that spoke well was a huge turn-on. Is there anything worse than a hot guy who is trying too hard to be street? Seriously guys, if you want to impress a woman, be literate. Save the smack talk B.S. gangsta lingo for the locker room. “Maybe we could share a washer?”

“You think I want your boxers all over my panties?”

“I don’t wear underwear.”

I nearly choked on my calm, cool, and collected.



“You okay?” he asked, a slight twitch of a smile tugging at one corner of his mouth.

“Fine,” I said as I took another sip to smooth the moment. “Went down the wrong pipe.”

“Isn’t that a funny saying? I mean, we only have one pipe so how can something…”

I stopped listening to him. My mind couldn’t focus on words at the same time it was conjuring up a mental image of me slipping my hand into his pants to check if he was lying about no boxers.

“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. My nipples grew hard, the tender nubs rubbing inside the cup of my last clean bra. The crotch of my panties became coarse against my bare skin. This man made my skin itch all over.

“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. 


*~*

Tumble Dry will be available at the Secret Cravings Store, Amazon, B & N, All Romance eBooks and Smashwords on 11/29/14. You can preorder your copy today at:

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

*~*~*

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. 

*~*~*

“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?