Friday, April 28, 2017

Fandom Friday Review - Grace and Frankie




Oh, this show. I honestly doubt that I can find the words to explain just how much I adore “Grace and Frankie” but I must try. So, here goes…




I’ve seen lots of half hour sitcoms in my day. Most are less than memorable. 

There are a few exceptions. “Scrubs” comes to mind, as well as a spattering of British comedies and “Will and Grace” as well. It’s been many a year since I’ve found a show that makes me laugh every single episode.

Also, can we just give a shout-out to Netflix for taking on a show that’s about older people who are still having sex? Yes, world. That doesn’t stop when you hit forty. You might not recall where you parked the car but you can sure as hell remember how to make the bed springs squeak! Oh, and thanks to Grace and Frankie for inventing a vibrator that’s made for the older woman. That is one badly needed item!

From top to bottom and side to side, this show is brilliant. If you’re not familiar here’s the official blurb:

For as long as they can recall, Grace and Frankie have been rivals. Their one-upmanship comes crashing to a halt, however, when they learn that their husbands have fallen in love with each other and want to get married. As everything around the ladies is coming apart, the only thing they can really rely on is each other. 

The show touches on so many important social issues with humor, grace, dignity, and stellar acting. The leads are amazing as are the secondary characters. The jokes are crisp, sharp, and well timed, and the important issues are always handled with care and love. And the cast! Well, just look at the four main leads. Talk about superstar power! 

It’s a wonderful show for anyone, really. It’s not just for those of us fifty and over. Anyone who loves friendship and family will adore “Grace and Frankie”. It’s a rare and ageless gem.

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Thursday, April 27, 2017

Limited Time Sale on the Cougars!




It's playoff time! What better way to celebrate - aside from growing a spanky playoff beard - the arrival of championship time than with a sale on my Cayuga Cougars books?

For a limited time you can grab Vic and Dan's Point Shot Trilogy for $.99 and Mario and Lila's book, Snap Shot, for only $2.99!

If you're a fan of M/M and LGBTQ+ hockey romance, you'll want to take advantage of this sale because once the playoffs are over the prices on both books will go back up.

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Monday, April 24, 2017

Tuesday Tales - Life




It`s time for Tuesday Tales.






 Welcome back! “Life” is our word this week. Today I’m sharing snippets from my new M/M shifter romance, An Erie Uprising, which will be the final novella in the Lake Erie shifter series.

In this snippet, we get enjoy the homecoming scene between our hero, Templeton Reed, a skunk shifter, and his life mate, Mikel Lupei, the alpha of the Lake Erie pack.

This story may have gay erotic scenes, strong social issues addressed and mature language. If those things offend now is the time to move onto another Tuesday Tales blog. Thanks for stopping by!



Rugby, Margaret, and I sauntered down the grand staircase. I gave the portraits of Vaclar Lupei a sour look, something I did every time I passed Mikel’s hateful father. Eru and Mrs. Dunrite, our Dwarven halfling cook, waited off to the side of the stairs. Rugby hurried to the front doors, pulled the massive things open, and bowed deeply to the four massive wolves padding through the doors. Dead leaves whipped into the foyer, skittering over the smooth marble floor. Eru and Mrs. Dunrite gave the pack a curtsey. The largest wolf, a gorgeous brindle the size of a chest freezer, dashed up the stairs and leaped on me. Wet, muddy paws resting on my shoulders, Mikel’s heft knocked me to my backside on the staircase. Then the licking began.

“Oh, Mikel, stop, stop! This is a new suit. Ha-ha! Ah, no, get your tongue out of my ear.”

He lapped at my face and then, as gently as if I were a new babe, took my wrist in his mouth and tugged ever-so-tenderly. I got to my feet then knelt on the stairs to embrace him. His head rested on my shoulder, long snout snuffling in my hair.

“Let’s take this to the library. Rugby has some snacks and your clothing laid out in front of the fire.” The chilly air blowing in disappeared when the major domo closed the doors. Mikel chuffed an affirmative and then loped off, his plush tail wagging gently.

I stopped to pet each wolf – Havel first as was fitting his station as a Lupei - and then Eddie and Dave. Each licked my fingers then Havel rushed up to greet his lady love while the other two pups padded off to do whatever it was they would do. I suspected David, our big brown wolf, would end up down by the lake. He and a certain merman had grown quite close over the summer months. How that would go I couldn’t guess. And Eddie, our scarred member would probably end up trailing after Eru, with whom he seemed quite smitten.

Mikel had beaten me to my second favorite room in this old manse, our bed chamber being the first. When I entered the huge room, I found him standing in front of the hearth, naked as the day he had been born. Oh, but the light of the fire did marvelous things for him. The firelight made his reddish-black hair glow. He turned to look at me as I shut the door. A smile pulled up the corners of his lush mouth. I stood by the door, slightly muddy and disheveled, and simply admired him. He was a tall male, thick with muscle, long-legged, and endowed with a tremendous cock which even now was standing stiff and ready. I wet my lips as my eyes roamed over my life mate.

“Two weeks from you is too long, Templeton,” Mikel said. It was good to hear his voice again. I adored the slight Slavic accent that flavored his speech.

“I feel the same,” I replied then motioned to the rolling cart filled with treacle tarts, hot coffee in a thermos, cream and sugar, and two heavy mugs. “Mrs. Dunrite baked those for you just a few hours ago.”

“They look delicious, but not nearly as tasty as you. Come to me, Templeton. Leave your clothes on the settee with mine. You won’t need them for some time.”




Copyright 2017 ©by V.L. Locey

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Friday, April 21, 2017

Fandom Friday Review - A Series of Unfortunate Events (Netflix)




Amazing.  A word which here means startlingly impressive.




And this show is just that and more! My daughter, who was a HUGE Lemony Snicket’s fan – like her mother – exclaimed “Oh man! Lemony Snickets was my shit back in the day!” A phrase here which means the books were something beloved and well-known when she was younger.

(I’m really having too much fun with this review and my trip down Snickets Lane. I’ll try to stop but I make no promises.)

This show is as close to perfect as it can be. The cast is superb. I had my doubts about anyone but Jim Carrey playing Count Olaf but Neil Patrick Harris (who we all adore) in the role is phenomenal! He steals every scene he’s in, and not only because he’s working with children. The man has gotten Count Olaf down.

Patrick Warburton as Lemony Snickets is the ideal choice as narrator for these oh-so sad tales. The three youngsters who star as Violet, Klaus, and Sunny Baudelaire are adorable and play their roles so nicely. 

It’s just an all-around great adaptation of the books and there’s going to be another season so YIPPEE! My now adult daughter and I are tickled pink. A phrase here which means delighted. 

Yep, that’s just what we are!



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Tuesday, April 18, 2017

Cover Reveal for Playmaker



Venom fans are going to be pretty happy to hear that a novella is coming out to bridge that long gap from book #4 of the series to book #5. Playmaker is now available for preorder! This F/F romance is an emotional story about one woman's struggle to discover herself while striving to become the team player she needs to be. Below is the amazing cover - done once again by Amber at Reverie Design & Formatting.




Whitney and Hannah's story releases on May 3.

Blurb:


Secrets. Sometimes keeping them in confidence is a good thing. Other times secrets can slowly allow a woman’s soul to rot. Whitney Beaupré has been hiding a big secret for years, one that’s beginning to wear her down both on and off the ice. Pretending to be something she’s not is exhausting. Wanting to be free but afraid to break out of her prison is terrifying. Seeking love but then hiding from it is crushing to the spirit, yet Whitney feels compelled to keep living the lie.


Until the night Hannah Kym appears in her life. Whitney’s attraction to Hannah is deep, fierce, and instantaneous. The Temple art major is everything Whitney has dreamed of and more. But those old fears keep clawing at the Venom center, keeping her locked in the closet despite the passion and affection she feels for Hannah. Can love finally break the shackles holding Whitney’s heart and soul captive?



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Monday, April 17, 2017

Author/Book Spotlight - Joyce Holmes' Show No Weakness




Show No Weakness

Blurb:

She’s a tenderhearted social worker, looking for her Happy-Ever-After. He’s a distrustful RCMP Corporal who’s sworn off relationships. Factor in a surly teen heading for delinquency, and you have a case of passion and turmoil too explosive to handle.

As a defense mechanism to deal with his guilt and grief over his daughter's death, Cole Dennison has become an expert at compartmentalizing his feelings. He keeps his personal life private, while making it his professional mission to rescue children in peril.

Joely Sinclair is fiercely protective and openly compassionate. When she meets Cole Dennison, she falls hard. He's everything she admires in a man, and because she wears her heart on her sleeve, she can't understand how or why Cole keeps all his emotions to himself.

As much as Cole resents his interest in Joely, with her inquisitive and caring nature, he can't deny her appeal. Against his better judgment, he becomes involved in both her and her son's lives. Taylor is in desperate need of a positive male role model, and Cole can't turn his back on the boy. But when Joely starts talking love, Cole's inability to commit puts an end to their relationship—until a dangerous situation throws them back together.

When given a second chance at love, will Cole risk letting Joely into his battered heart?

Tagline:

Does her love have the power to heal this wounded man?

Excerpt:

“By the time I turned sixteen, I was pregnant. I became a child bride at seventeen, married to an adult-sized infant with chest hair, with a real live baby doll to take care of, as well. That marriage was the biggest mistake I’ve ever made. Before I hit twenty-one, it was over.” She heard the bitterness in her voice and stopped talking.
“That had to be rough, but isn’t it time to stop beating yourself up about it? At least you had enough sense to get out.”
The compassion, the offer of understanding in his voice almost overwhelmed Joely. She wondered if he’d be as sympathetic if he knew she had left her precious little boy with her alcoholic husband while she worked. And it took four years and a serious injury before she clued in to the fact her toddler didn’t get all his bruises from being overactive and clumsy.
No, Cole had it wrong; she didn’t have a whole lot of sense when she was younger.
He pushed his coffee cup aside and leaned forward in his chair to stare sharply at her. She realized he must be very good at his investigative work. Those dark penetrating eyes would intimidate anyone into telling the truth when they flashed as fiercely as they were right now.
“You’re upset. I didn’t mean to do that,” he apologized. “I wanted to make you feel better.”
“Oh no, hey, I’m not upset with you. I actually appreciate your effort. I can’t remember the last time I had a conversation with a man who cared how I felt about myself. Men are usually much more concerned about how I feel about them.”
“You already told me you didn’t like me.” He smiled brilliantly, his eyes crinkling. “Whaddaya say to giving me a chance to change your mind?”
For just a moment, Joely saw beneath the laughing, self-confident grin to the flicker of loneliness in his eyes. He was new to the area, she remembered. He probably didn’t know many people, and here she was monopolizing the conversation. She ignored his question and posed one of her own.
“Why did you choose law enforcement for your career?”
His gaze unexpectedly turned cold. His features revealed no emotion, nothing to indicate why he suddenly shut down. The pause grew a little too long, giving Joely the impression he preferred not to answer.
“I take a lot of satisfaction out of my job, especially working with the kids,” he eventually replied, his voice back to that aggravatingly polite, neutral tone. “But it wasn’t a matter of choice so much as of doing what was expected.”
“Your parents said you had to become a cop?” Joely wanted to keep her mouth shut and let him do the talking, but stunned disbelief made her blurt it out before she could stop herself.
Cole smiled tightly. “My grandfather was a cop, same with my father. As far as they were concerned, there was no other suitable job for a Dennison, and they presumed I’d follow their lead. My mom didn’t get a say; she died when I was five.”
Joely let out an involuntary gasp of sympathy. “Oh, I’m sorry. How sad for you to grow up without a mother.” Not having a father had left a gaping hole in her childhood and even though her mom would’ve never won mother-of-the-year, she’d always given freely of her hugs and kisses. She was important to Joely, and Joely couldn’t imagine growing up without her.
Cole lifted a shoulder casually. “I survived. You don’t miss what you never really had.”
“Yes, you do,” she replied fiercely. “You miss it and you want it terribly. At least I did. I wanted a father more than I wanted anything else. It was the defining reality of my childhood. How can you say you didn’t miss your mother?”
Something hard and acrid flashed in his eyes, and he didn’t acknowledge her words. He pushed out of his chair abruptly. “We should get back to the detachment. Your son’s waited long enough.”



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Author Bio:

Joyce Holmes lives with her husband and very small dog in the beautiful Okanagan region of British Columbia. Photography and blogging about her travels are two of her passions, along with visiting her kids and grandkids. When she's not dreaming up stories in her head or planning her next great adventure, she’s off enjoying the great outdoors.



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http://JoyceHolmes.wordpress.com
https://www.facebook.com/Joyce.M.Holmes
https://twitter.com/Joyce_Holmes
http://www.amazon.com/Joyce-M.-Holmes/

https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6431862.Joyce_M_Holmes


Sunday, April 16, 2017

Happy Easter





To all my friends who celebrate...