Thursday, October 19, 2017

MM Goodness Book Review - Bones (Blue Boy #2) by Garrett Leigh


What a powerful and compelling book! I kind of jumped into the middle of the series, so I’m going to have to go back and read the first book soon, just to get the feel for what came before since I missed some important things I think.

I really enjoyed this novella about a veteran porn star, Cam, and his love interest, Sasha. The insider view of the gay porn industry was fascinating and quite realistic. The world this is set in shines and shimmers. I felt out of touch with the supporting characters but that’s on me for not picking up the first book, but they were so interesting to me that I need to know more.

The main relationship grows slowly which was a nice break from the “Hey, how you doing? Time to fuck!” attitude the men have on set. This is an emotional read, sincere and honest, and handles a serious medical problem with great tact and professionalism. I’ll be adding the other books to my Kindle darn soon, rest assured!

5 out of 5 stars

Wednesday, October 18, 2017

Improper Fraction Release Day!!

O' Malley and Garrison's book is now live! I hope you enjoy this enemies-to-lovers tale of a math geek and a baseballer. It truly was a work of love. Thank you again for all your continued support!

#MM #NA #EnemiestoLovers #Contemporary

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Blurb –

O’Malley Ramsey, math aficionado, grew up next door to Garrison Rook, All-American athlete. While O’Malley dreamed of numbers and kissing Garrison, Garrison’s tastes ran to home runs and hot chicks.

During a family celebration the night before both young men were heading off for college, O’Malley joyously discovers that Garrison isn’t quite as straight as the star athlete had been pretending to be. Vows to return to each other quickly followed a few clumsy kisses in the old treehouse in the Rook’s backyard.

O’Malley came home to Garrison. Garrison never returned to O’Malley.

Four years later, the two ex-friends meet up at a summer camp where O’Malley is serving as a counselor. Garrison is desperate to make things right with his childhood friend, but can O’Malley, still nursing the pain and mistrust of Garrison’s betrayal, ever forgive or love Garrison again?

Monday, October 16, 2017

Tuesday Tales - Truck

It`s time for Tuesday Tales.

Today we have a snippet from my current MM hockey romance WIP, Lost in Indigo. In this excerpt, Mat and Indigo are sharing a tender moment alone. 

Our word prompt today is “Truck”.

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!

“You want to skip dinner and just hang out in your room?” He asked, his lips softly brushing my ear. My dick was so hard it ached and throbbed. He had to feel the erection pressed against his thigh, but he never commented on it, or tried to get away. If anything, he rolled into me a bit more, snugging his leg tightly to my arousal. “Maybe have some cheese popcorn and watch Breakfast Club?

“You’ll stay and watch it with me?” I finally worked up the nerve to open my eyes and lower my head. His beautiful face was inches from mine, his nose a breath from my whiskery cheek.

“Sure, I’m kind of crushing on John Bender.”

“The music is hot too,” I said then pressed my mouth to his. The angels sang when he kissed me back. I wrapped my arms around him, tasting his lips and the sweet whisper of strawberry gloss as we lapped and licked at each other’s mouths. We broke apart to pull in air and stare at each other as the sun dipped below the trees.

“Yeah, everything from that era is hot,” he said with a shy smile. He managed to get me out of that damn chair and into bed. Truthfully, it didn’t take much coercion on his part. He suggested and I leaped on the suggestion. I knew we were only lounging and watching an old flick, but that seemed to be more than enough for the night. With his hip next to mine and his gelled head resting on my chest, this might be enough for every night I existed. Lord but I had been righteously trucked by my emotions but it felt so good. Much better than being checked into the boards by some massive Russian or a Swedish grinder.

“Okay, so here’s a question.” He sat up and folded his legs into a lotus, his feet bare now that he’d shed his black boots and socks. “If you were straight which Clubber would you sleep with, Claire or Allison?”


“No, I said if you were straight.” His smile was contagious.

“Probably Claire.”

Copyright 2017 ©by V.L. Locey


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Thursday, October 12, 2017

MM Goodness Book Review - Creative Process by Jodi Payne

Oh, my stars and cellos did I love this book! Before we get into the gushing over the book let me gush a bit over the cover. Look at this lovely!

Isn’t that beautiful?! It’s just a perfect representation of the guys in the book. Such bliss. *sighs*

Okay, so onto my review. I adored this book. Everything works and works perfectly in this romance tale of an author and a cellist. Reese and Owen click from the first time they laid eyes on each other. They’re simply adorable as a couple and as individuals. I could relate to Reese, our gory crime thriller author quite well. I don’t get into my work quite as deeply as he does, but there are times its close. Frighteningly close!

The flow of this story is wonderful and smooth and the secondary characters delightful. I sure hope we get a book for Chad, I loved him and want to see him with his special someone. The sex is hot, hot, hot, hottie McHotsen hot! And the romance is paced perfectly and quite realistically. Ms. Payne gives us a couple who are flawed, funny, tender, and loving. Go grab your copy now! 

5 out of 5 stars.

Monday, October 9, 2017

Tuesday Tales - Picture Prompt

It`s time for Tuesday Tales.

Today we have a snippet from a new MM hockey romance book, Lost in Indigo. In today’s excerpt Mat is having a talk with his nurse after disobeying her orders to stay in the sick bed on the first floor of his house.

This week is our picture prompt and all snippets must be 300 words or less and reflect the image chosen. 

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!

“You remind me of my sister. She was mule-headed much like you.” Nurse flung the double doors of my bedroom open and I rushed in, disregarding her comment about being mule-headed. “Once when we were young women before leaving for college, she broke her arm riding her bike. She loved to bike and would ride for miles and miles up and down the St. Lawrence, stopping and sitting beside the river to watch it flow.”

My bedroom. Finally. I was so proud of myself. Amazing how quickly the things that fill you with pride can change. A month ago, nothing short of holding that silver cup over my head would have done so, now, getting to the second floor of my old home made me slaphappy.

“So, your sister. She was determined like I am?”

Nurse snorted. I wasn’t sure if it was humorous or dust in her nose. I glanced back over my shoulder but saw nothing on her emotionless face to give me a clue. 

“Determined. Yes, that’s one word for her. She left home one day on her bike and didn’t return. The police found her body four days later floating in the river.”

“My God, I am so sorry for your loss.” I wiggled around on my dusty bed to try to see her better. All I saw was her stiff white back now as she folded one of the drop cloths into a square so sharp the corners would cut you.

“It was many years ago but thank you for your condolences.” She turned to face me then, her gray eyes cold as flint. “That is what happens to people who don’t listen to the concerns of those who are caring for them. My mother and I would warn her constantly about going off on that bike alone, but she never listened. I’ll go call the cleaning company and inform them that they’ll need to come back to do this room. Rest now, please, and do not go out on the balcony alone.”

I nodded. She walked out, folded cloths in her arms, her step brisk.

Cher dieu,” I whispered then fell back onto my naked bed. So much for my good mood…

Copyright 2017 ©by V.L. Locey


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Saturday, October 7, 2017

Half Price Sale on Changing Lines (Harrisburg Railers #1)

**HALF PRICE SALE on Changing Lines on Amazon US only **

Half price - only $2 for book 1 in the Railers MM Hockey Romance series written with Rj Scott.

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Changing Lines (Book 1)

Can Tennant show Jared that age is just a number, and that love is all that matters?

The Rowe Brothers are famous hockey hotshots, but as the youngest of the trio, Tennant has always had to play against his brothers’ reputations. To get out of their shadows, and against their advice, he accepts a trade to the Harrisburg Railers, where he runs into Jared Madsen. Mads is an old family friend and his brother’s one-time teammate. Mads is Tennant’s new coach. And Mads is the sexiest thing he’s ever laid eyes on.

Jared Madsen’s hockey career was cut short by a fault in his heart, but coaching keeps him close to the game. When Ten is traded to the team, his carefully organized world is thrown into chaos. Nine years younger and his best friend’s brother, he knows Ten is strictly off-limits, but as soon as he sees Ten’s moves, on and off the ice, he knows his heart could get him into trouble again.

** sorry, this is a Kindle promotion that Amazon US set up, not us ... 

Saturday Story Spotlight - Angle Play (Venom #4)

#MF #Hockey #Romance


Born and raised in a small town outside Pittsburgh, Stephanie Huschuk has had to battle for everything she’s achieved in life. Now she’s vying for the spot of starting goalie on the Philadelphia Venom and there’s only one thing that might hold her back: her feelings for Professor Greg Blue Blanket. Greg is considerably older than she is and recently divorced.

As if those two things weren’t reason enough for Stephanie to keep her distance, he’s also the twin brother of her goalie coach, Alice Dunlop. But the heart wants what the heart wants and soon Stephanie is facing not only the ire of one of her coaches, but she’s going to have to make one of the most difficult decisions a woman can make. 
Will the stresses of family, life, and hockey rip them apart, or will love be enough to keep this couple together?

Warning-This novel contains controversial subject matter.



When I arrived on his street, I circled twice until a parking spot opened up. I reached into the back, grabbed my small personal tote, ran up the steps of Greg’s house and let myself in. I inhaled deeply, catching the scent of roasting meat on the air. After placing my bag softly on the floor, I then toed off my flats. I hadn’t told him when I would be home, hoping to surprise him to gauge just how much he had missed me. 

I crept past the stairs leading to the second floor, taking a moment to peek into the living room. The man had been busy. All his furniture was now in place. It really made the house feel warmer. I paused in the doorway of the living room, resting my hip against the jamb. Greg sat at a large desk, one of those massive old wooden ones with tons of cubbyholes. 

His back was to me and he was humming along to Pachelbel’s “Canon and Gigue” while he scribbled on some papers. Music floated around me. I enjoyed being able to admire his shoulders and the way his long hair hung down his back. My fingers itched to be buried in the black mass. I made my way over to him, carefully moving on my toes until I stood directly behind the old-fashioned wooden chair. 

I leaned closer. Greg snaked an arm out and grabbed me around the waist, pulling me around the chair and onto his lap in one smooth move. 

“Wow, your reflexes are amazing for such an old coot.” 

“I took my vitamins this morning.” He nuzzled my neck.

“How’d you know I was there?” I asked, enjoying the hell of out cuddling up close.

 “I saw your reflection in the window,” he told me as he tucked me closer to his chest. I rolled my head to look at the window he had referred to.

 “You’re no fun at all,” I said then looked back at him. I reached up to shove my fingers into his hair. My hands trembled slightly as the strands slithered sinfully over the backs of my hands. 

“You won’t be saying that for long,” he informed me before cupping the back of my head and pulling my mouth to his. 

We kissed greedily, hands roaming wantonly in search of flesh. I wiggled around on his lap. The groan that rumbled out of him sent pulsations of pleasure through me. With two hands wrapped tightly into his hair, I arched up, offering him my bare neck. My eyes drifted shut while he suckled on my throat. I began to sway side to side, his hands on my ribs, as the strains of the “Blue Danube Waltz” overtook me.

“We should dance,” I whispered. He lifted his head and I looked him in the eye.

“You really want to dance right now?” I nodded. The poor man looked at me so piteously. I nodded. He then exhaled deeply. 

“As you wish, milady,” he said then stood up, his hands slipping from my ribs to my ass to place me on the floor. 

He bowed. I curtsied. Then we waltzed. Around and around his spacious living room we moved, his hand on my back, my fingers cradled in his palm. He was so smooth. I tripped up several times but he never let my fumbles break our rhythm.