Saturday, December 28, 2013

Dear Jon - Issue # 22

The next chapter in my M/M historical romance 
Dear Jon is up over at Storytime Trysts.

I hope you enjoy this romantic trip back in time.

Friday, December 27, 2013

Tuesday Tales Holiday Blog Hop & Free Book Giveaway - Naughty or Nice?

Me? Be naughty? *Bats lashes innocently*

Okay, I confess. I have been naughty a time or two.

Welcome to our Tuesday Tales Holiday Blog Hop! The authors of Tuesday Tales are joining up to offer our readers a chance to win a book for those brand new e Readers Santa brought. At the end of my post I`ll have instructions on how you can enter to win a PDF copy of my brand new holiday romance, All I Want for Christmas, an M/M romantic-comedy novella that was inspired by a picture prompt here on Tuesday Tales!

Blurb for All I Want for Christmas


Alexander Dawson thought this Christmas would be a lonely one. He has no way of knowing that his cantankerous cat, Mister Tibbets, would turn a simple online shopping trip into a cataclysmic Christmas conundrum.

Alex ends up on a madcap dash to another state during a snow storm to return a painting to dreamy wildlife artist, Cooper Reynolds.  Once he stumbles across Cooper`s remote log cabin, he and the sexy but emotionally distant painter end up sharing more than a kiss under the mistletoe.

Things aren`t all holly-jolly for the men though. Cooper gets a terrible case of icy feet, and Alex hits the road as soon as the snowplow clears it. Can Alex, Cooper, and their feline friends find a way to have a purrfect holiday together?


Now I suppose I have to get back to my one naughty time. Back in the day, I had a thing for The Archies. Yeah, they were pretty darn cool. I adored their music, and asked for a copy of their album. One day I spied an album-shaped present under the aluminum tree. I know some of you remember them, and the multi-colored spotlights that shone upon the lovely silver trees. Please tell me some of you recall them!

So there I sat, knowing without a doubt that I was almost pretty sure that album-shaped present was the Archies album. It ate at me. Day after day, night after night, until one day about a week before Christmas morning, I could take it no longer. While mama in her kerchief was sound asleep I snuck out, grabbed that album, opened it with care, and played it on my record player. Then I, in my childish wisdom re-wrapped the gift. Boy howdy was I a clever one! Mom would never know!

Alas, she did know. Somehow, she knew. Maybe it was the rocking and rolling taking place in my room? Or the obvious sloppy re-wrap job. Mom never punished me for that naughtiness. I suppose she knew that the disappointment of not being happily surprised would be enough punishment. She was right. Opening a gift I had danced to wasn`t quite as exciting.

Have you ever peeked at a holiday gift? Tell me about it in the comment section and you`ll be entered to win a copy of All I Want for Christmas! Just leave your childhood – or adulthood – confession of holiday naughtiness along with your contact information. When the hop ends on 12/29 I`ll put all the names into the always merry Random Thing Picker. One lucky winner will be sent a PDF version of my new M/M holiday release! So get commenting, and don`t forget your contact information. I can`t contact you without it. Good luck!

Please return to the main blog to keep participating in our blog hop:

Tuesday Tales

V.L. Locey

Thursday, December 26, 2013

Please Welcome Sharita Lira!

Today Sharita Lira is here to fill us in on some of her favorite couples, as well as to dish about her new releases! 


My Favorite Couple


Hey readers! When watching a TV show, movie, or reading a book, do you have a favorite pairing that you gravitate to? Is it because they look wonderful together, like Mr. and Mrs. Smith in that movie, or if you’re an eighties baby, you recall General Hospital with Luke and Laura! Well romance authors have that kind of relationship with their characters too and I’m sure some of you readers have found your favorites that stick out more than most.

Who are some of my book faves? Luke and Simon from Sue Brown’s Morning Report is definitely tops, Roan and Jake from Tara Lain’s Attraction series even though they have a third. And another I can think of, Donovan and Mischa from Lee Brazil’s Truth or Dare series. Did ya’ notice they were all m/m couples? *laughs* I haven’t been reading a whole lot of hetero so these couples stood out to me.

What about in my own writing? Well, my very first couple will always be my fave regardless! I mean I have several that I adore. Vanessa and Jayson from Losing My Inhibitions, Jimmy and Alex from Something Fresh, as well as Ty and Alain from Candyman just to name a few but no one tops Nathan and the Lieutenant from My Lieutenant.

Like Rawiya, I’m partial to interracial romances and think it’s a lot hotter. Nathan and Bryant’s story seemed so easy to write from day one because they gel so well together. From the beginning when Nathan gives Bryant grief about being on the fence to Bryant convincing his lover to move to New Orleans, the situations I write them in flowed off the page.

For this reason, Nathan and Bryant will continue to have shorts I’ll be releasing as free stories in the near future. Just like the one I did for Christmas. Also, my loving couple make an appearance in the series the Triad is doing right now, called N’awlins Exotica. They pop up in book one, I Like Em Pretty and will continue to be part of the supporting cast.

What is it about Nathan and Bryant that makes them so special? Not sure, but like I stated earlier they were made for each other and nothing makes a book, tv show, or movie like a couple who gels!

Who are your favorite couples from a book, tv show, and or movie. Leave me your comments!

My two latest releases. One under BLMorticia, the other under Rawiya

Blurb: Bryant is still trying to convince his lover how great the holidays could be but Nathan isn’t buying into the holiday cheer. However, the Lieutenant has some tricks up his sleeve to show his husband to be the true meaning of Christmas.

Blurb: Denny Brothers is upset about being alone. After spending it with the man he’d been gushing over for years, he’s wishing for his sad existence to be change and little does he know witch Shelba Marrisco already has plans in the works. Enter Paul Alexander, a charming and sexy package handler with a special after Christmas gift they both can enjoy for the rest of their lives but in order to have a chance, Denny has to let go of his beloved chocolate lab, Preston, in exchange for everlasting love.

Author Sharita Lira: In one word, crazy. Just crazy enough to have 3 different muses running around in her head, driving her to sheer exhaustion with new plot bunnies and complex characters.
 This happily married mother of two beautiful children loves music, computers, reading, and still enjoys reading and writing fanfiction. She’s a proud member of the Erotica Readers & Writers Association, as well as an advocate for rights of LGBT citizens.  She’s also a contributor to the heavy metal ezine

 For more information, please visit as well as her Facebook fanpage, The Literary Triad.
 The Literary Triad -!
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Wednesday, December 25, 2013

Happy Holidays!

May you and yours have a joyous holiday season.


V.L. Locey

Saturday, December 21, 2013

Dear Jon - Issue # 21

The next chapter in my M/M historical romance Dear Jon is up over at Storytime Trysts.

I hope you enjoy this romantic trip back in time.

Storytime Trysts

Wednesday, December 18, 2013

All I Want For Christmas Release Day!

Happy holidays!

I`d so excited to be here in this most special time of year to talk about my latest M/M romantic-comedy from Torquere Press, All I Want For Christmas. This novella is a unique one for me in a couple of ways. It actually came about from two different sources which is not generally how my process works. I`m one of those ‘Holy Cow! What an idea!’ type of gals. My books come to me with the intensity of a toy-packed sleigh crashing into the back of my head. Not so with the story of Alex and Cooper.

The first source of inspiration was a picture prompt from Tuesday Tales, a group blog that I`m proud to be a member of. The image was of a snowy cabin out in the woods.

When I saw it I knew that cabin along with its outbuilding would be something important to me, I just didn`t know quite what. I began to fiddle with characters and ideas. I came up with a famous wildlife artist who would call the isolated cabin home. The outbuilding would be his studio. Of course, I then needed a fellow for this handsome artist to fall in love with. Since my leading man wasn`t ready to be revealed yet I let him play at being coy for just a little while longer. I knew he`d step out of the fog soon.

A few weeks later I was having a conversation online with a group of authors when one mentioned that her cat had walked over her tablet. The story clicked instantly! I knew how the men would meet. As soon as I knew the book would have a cat, my star not only stepped out of the mist, he leaped out with his grumpy cat, Mister Tibbets, in his arms. It was love at first imagining for Alex, Cooper, Mister Tibbets, and me. I hope you fall for them as well.

Here`s a blurb and a small excerpt!


Alexander Dawson thought this Christmas would be a lonely one. He has no way of knowing that his cantankerous cat, Mister Tibbets, would turn a simple online shopping trip into a cataclysmic Christmas conundrum.

Alex ends up on a madcap dash to another state during a snow storm to return a painting to dreamy wildlife artist, Cooper Reynolds.  Once he stumbles across Cooper`s remote log cabin, he and the sexy but emotionally distant painter end up sharing more than a kiss under the mistletoe.

Things aren`t all holly-jolly for the men though. Cooper gets a terrible case of icy feet, and Alex hits the road as soon as the snowplow clears it. Can Alex, Cooper, and their feline friends find a way to have purrfect holiday together?


He inclined his head at the compliment. "You're very kind." He clapped his hands and the lights went out. I circled around the hidden painting and walked over to stand in front of a potbellied woodstove. Cooper opened the door of the stove to check the heat. The fire had dwindled down to a bed of glowing red coals. I removed my mittens and shoved my hands into my armpits.

"That needs more wood before we go back to the house," Mr. Robinson announced. He headed outside. Wind and snow rushed in. I was about to close the door when Cooper reappeared with an armload of split wood. After he was through I shut the door in winter's face soundly. "Want to get the door on the stove?" he asked. I hurried to the stove, opened the heavy door, then stepped back. Within a moment the fire was burning hotly.

"This is a really nice place you have here. Very romantic," I said, enjoying the shimmering waves of heat rolling off the sides of the woodstove. I blinked when what I said clicked. "I mean, it's a romantic place if you were here to be romantic. Since you're here to paint and not be romantic and -- I'm going to go look at the bear picture now." I blushed and strolled away from the woodstove. I mentally slapped my forehead. Cooper appeared at my side a moment later as I stared woodenly at an oil of a black bear with two cubs. Feigning nonchalance I continued to study the artwork, even stroking my chin in a very artsy-fartsy affectation. Finally I got tired of sideways glances out of the corner of my eye.

"Did I sprout two heads or something?" I demanded. His eyes widened from the studious slits they had been. His head was angled to the right.

"You have very appealing features," he said roughly. I blinked stupidly. "Your eyes are colored perfectly for your face and skin tone. You have nice cheekbones, a fine straight nose, a strong chin and sensual lips. You're beguiling and very appealing to the artistic eye," he said almost dreamily, tentatively reaching up to tenderly turn my face into the dull winter light. I wet my lips while heat crept up my neck to my face. An admiring smile tugged at his mouth. A tsunami of desire swept over me. "And you blush when complimented. It's amazing that a young man as handsome as you still clings to some modesty. I'd think your ego would be nearly as large as mine with all the swains tossing themselves at you constantly."

"The number of swains in my home town is rather limited," I parried. Cooper cocked a dark eyebrow, his fingers still holding my chin. I allowed him to position me as he wished.

"I'd like to paint you," he announced, his hand now cupping my cheek.

I was momentarily stunned. "That's really flattering," I whispered. "I'd be thrilled to pose for...Wait, don't you only paint animals?"

He raised and lowered his left shoulder, his palm warm on my face. "They are my bread and butter, and I love capturing the wildlife of my home state. But there are times -- few, I'll admit, but times -- when a man will capture my eye."

Oh yes. He was seducing me well. Even as he spoke he was leaning in for a kiss. I closed my eyes in preparation.


V.L. Locey loves worn jeans, belly laughs, anything romantic, dairy goats, Greek mythology, comic books and coffee. (Not necessarily in that order.) She shares her life with her husband, her daughter, two dogs, two cats and a flock of assorted domestic fowl.

V.L. is a self-published and conventionally published author. Her self-published works are the Gods & Goats trilogy, a romantic comedy series revolving around Greek gods, rural lifestyles, and a widowed goatherder. I know, but it works, trust me.

She is a proud Torquere Press author and her short story Two Guys Walk into an Apocalypse was included in the anthology He Loves Me For My Brainssssss. She also has several books contracted with Torquere for release in 2013, including her Two Guys zom-rom-com books, the Greek mythology romance Love of the Hunter, a short story in the Outserve Charity Sip Blitz, and the hockey novella Goaltender`s Penalty. An Erie Halloween, a novella about shapeshifters, rounds out her M/M backlist. 2014 will bring more romances about shifters, hockey players, and whatever else tickles her muse.

Next year her To Love a Wildcat sports romance series will be published by Secret Cravings Publishing. So far five books starring the hot men of the Philadelphia Wildcats professional ice hockey team, and their spunky leading ladies, have been contracted. The first novel in the series, Pink Pucks & Power Plays, is tentatively due for release in January, 2014.

When not writing romantic tales, she can be found enjoying her day with her menagerie in the rolling hills of Pennsylvania with a cup of fresh java in hand. She can also be found online on Facebook, Twitter, and GoodReads.

I love to meet new friends and fans! You can find me at-


Yours in love, laughter, and mistletoe kisses,

V.L. Locey

Monday, December 16, 2013

Tuesday Tales - Bells

Hello! It`s time for Tuesday Tales again. This week I`ll be sharing an excerpt from my 2013 NaNoWriMo novel, Laco Law – The Gnarled Oak. Laco Law is an M/M historical western romance, set in the fictional county of Laco, Texas in 1867.

This week our word prompt is ‘Bells’.  A short amount of time has passed since Zeke was nearly killed. Clayton and Ezekiel have already battled things out. Knowing he would simply ride off to track down the men who had tried to hang him alone, Clayton has reluctantly agreed to let Zeke ride with him. As they are readying for the trip back to Chaparral Springs, the local feed store owner and his spinster sister arrive to check on Clayton, as Miss Sarah and Clay`s sister had become friends.

 Since this is my NaNo work, it is quite rough. I do ask that you overlook any glaring mistakes you may find. 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!

An hour later we were saddling up. Zeke had not been overly fond of the black gelding I had found for him. He was upset that the horse was ‘over at the knee’ whatever that meant. I looked at the front leg Zeke was grumbling about. It looked fine to me, but I was not a horse aficionado like the man who was having trouble staying upright was. I eyed him doubtfully as I threw a saddle over Hessie`s back. She nipped my side again. I went to swat her nose. Zeke grabbed my wrist.

“Never hit . . . a horse,” he gasped, leaning heavily against the black gelding, “When she tries to bite . . . shake something in her face.”

“You need to go lay back down, Fire Sky,” I hissed as I shook free of his weak grip. “You won`t get two miles before you collapse.”

“You just worry . . . about yourself,” he said. I threw up my hands. Let the ass faint dead away in the saddle. I`d be damned if I`d turn around to get him back on his horse. He could lay there under the Texas sun until he was nothing but Tonkawa jerky. Hell`s bells, the man was stubborn as a mule!

A retort steeped in acidity was about to explode out of me when I caught movement. Samuel and Miss Sarah were standing in the shade of the jail looking mildly anxious. Miss Sarah`s eyes went wide with fright as she got a good look at Zeke. I let Hessie`s girth straps drop. The smile I gave them didn`t seem to help. Samuel was trying to stare a hole right through Zeke`s back.

“Morning,” I said as I ambled over to them. Zeke threw a quick look over his shoulder. He was a terrible sight. He slid into his stoic Indian persona.

“Rumor has it you ran into some trouble last night,” Samuel said in a hushed whisper. I removed my hat in dereference to the lady then bobbed my head.  Miss Sarah looked properly concerned. I wondered if she had any color in her wardrobe aside from grey and black. “I feared as much. Let me round up a deputy for you and--”

“I have a deputy.” The two visitors gathered behind the jail gaped at me. I ran my hand through my flattened hair then peeked at Zeke. Ezekiel Fire Sky seemed the most stunned by my announcement. It kind of shocked me as well to be frank. I certainly hadn`t planned it. But now that it was out it felt right. “This is Zeke Fire Sky.” I waved a hand at the silent Indian trying to saddle his rented horse. “He and I have been friends a long time. Saved each other`s lives as well. He has firsthand knowledge of the men we`re riding after as well as tracking skills. He`s been known to work for the Rangers from time to time.”

Samuel leaned close. I could see his cleanly shaved pores were still red from the razor. “Sheriff Moore, that man is an Indian.”

I looked over at Zeke silently centering the saddle on the black horses back. “He is?”

Samuel and Miss Sarah failed to see the humor. Zeke coughed roughly while tugging a crease out of his saddle blanket. A shout bounced from Main Street off the wooden buildings.

“Sheriff Moore, the city charter is not going to approve of some Indian being deputized. There are several men in town that would be suitable--”

I cut off Samuel Saunders with a cold glare. “I don`t need your men. I have one that I trust.”

Hessie whinnied. Miss Sarah lowered her gaze. Samuel met my hard look head on. I rather respected that.

“This will have to be approved by the city elders. I hope this man is as good as you claim he is, otherwise he`ll be ridden out of town. We can`t have heathens walking around without care among our women. Good day, Sheriff,” Samuel said curtly. I nodded at the two siblings as they scurried away from us as if we were lepers. I turned and walked over to help Zeke. We stood within a foot of each other. The fine hair on my arms prickled up as we worked side by side. Even with a foot of distance between us the desire was crackling like stormy charged air.

“You . . . stupid man, Pan.”

I shrugged a shoulder before I went back inside. When I returned I carried a set of old but well maintained Colt Paterson five shot revolvers complete with weathered holsters as well as a brass deputy star. All had been found in my new desk. Zeke squinted at the presents when I laid them over the black gelding`s saddle.

“Don`t say anything. Just strap the damn guns on, pin the star on your chest, and let me help you up.”

Amazingly the big bastard did as asked. The guns looked good hanging low on his hips. The star was dingy but bright enough to be seen. When I cupped my hands he actually put a big foot into it. I hefted as he mounted. The man was no lightweight. The hiss of pain that he tried to hide certainly didn`t ease my worry any, but there was nothing for it. If he didn`t ride at my side he would ride alone. I just could not allow that to happen. Without a word said we rode for Chaparral Springs, a funny looking dog jogging alongside my new deputy.

Copyright 2013 ©by V.L. Locey


Thanks for stopping in to visit! For more free reads by great authors follow the link back to the Tuesday Tales main blog.

To help keep the season bright and spirits high, the writers of Tuesday Tales will be having a holiday blog hop! It will begin on 12/27 and end on 12/29. Every person who drops in to visit here during the hop, and leaves a comment with their contact information, will be entered to win a PDF copy of my brand new M/M holiday novella, All I Want for Christmas. I hope you`ll visit all the Tuesday Tales authors during the blog hop!

The authors of Tuesday Tales will be taking the next two weeks off, so we can spend the holidays with our loved ones, recharge our batteries, and welcome 2014 in with renewed ideas for more great romantic works! Tuesday Tales will return on January, 6, 2014 when our word prompt will be ‘Toes’. I plan to keep sharing more of Laco Law, so I do hope that you`ll return in the new year to see how Clayton and Zeke are faring.

Have a wonderful and joyous holiday season!


V.L. Locey

Saturday, December 14, 2013

Dear Jon - Issue # 20

The next chapter in my M/M historical romance Dear Jon is up over at Storytime Trysts.

I hope you enjoy this romantic trip back in time.

Storytime Trysts

Thursday, December 12, 2013

J. Annas Walker Visits!

Today we have the talented J. Annas Walker here to talk about her new release. She is also sharing an excerpt with us. Take it away J.Annas! 


Scion’s Dragon
House of Dracul, Book 3


The vampire rebellion is over. Princess Cassandra Yvette Dracul, Scion of High Prince Vlad Dracul IV, aka Cassy Daniels, and David Ashe tried to put Avalon behind them. However, new threats stalk the couple. Vampire politics and werewolves are hard at work, hoping to bring down the royal family.

Cassy’s problems don’t end there! Her pregnancy woke her inner dragon. Slaking her bloodlust just became nearly impossible. The answer? Dragon’s blood! When the shipment arrives, someone has tainted it, giving her inner dragon more control. Cassy learns the real meaning of being a Dracul.

With a hostile takeover by another house underway, David finds the magical bond that ties him to Cassy is taking on new powers. Can he use them to save her? Will he be able to help his wife before she destroys everything? Can Cassy hold the dragon in check? With this many obstacles thrown at them all at once, is a greater force driving it? They just wanted a quiet life together, but can that ever happen?

A Siren Erotic Romance

By: J. Annas Walker | Other books by J. Annas Walker 

Erotic Romance, Contemporary, Paranormal, Vampires/Werewolves
Word Count: 53,038
Heat Level:
Published By:
Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

AVAILABLE: Tuesday, December 10th

This title is offered at a 10% discount. Offer ends midnight CST, December 17th.

About the Author

I started my love affair with vampires as a kid by reading Bram Stoker’s Dracula. It was the only vampire book our little local library branch had back then. Then, I discovered mail order books and fell in love with the tortured characters in Interview with a Vampire.  In the mid 80’s, the most amazing thing happened! My family bought a VCR, and I was finally able to see movies! All the vampire flicks I could beg for flickered across the screen, making the love affair into a passionate, lifelong relationship. Today, I write fantasy and paranormal romance and never pass up a chance to pair up vampires with the less-than-usual characters. Witches and elves currently top my list. I love weaving vampires into legends and myths where none exist. It’s my private world of the erotic, weird, and wonderful, and I invite every reader to go along for the ride.


She pointed at the human forms on the ground. “Check them for the marks. If they match, you have your rogue vampire house. If not, you have another slave rebellion. However, you gave me my freedom, and I intend to use it,” she said, touching the smooth surface of the mirror once more.
She blew across the surface and uttered the trigger word, “Baile.”
The Irish Gaelic word for home stirred the mirror’s magic. A small portal opened in front of her. On the other side, a dimly lit room with black leather walls and a massive oak four-poster bed waited for her return. As she walked through, she looked back over her shoulder at Cassy and gave her a fanged smile. Then, the portal collapsed, and she disappeared.
“Check them for the marks,” Vlad ordered.
David called out from the water's edge, “These all have the same tattoos.”
Cassy searched the bodies around the cabin. All but three matched. Someone had tried to obliterate the top mark with burn scars and added a second mark below the scar. The thought of these people being treated like cattle made her sick.
Vlad joined her, looking down at the replacement marks. “The ones in the voods are the same. Ve vill have to look up the old owner’s marks to find out who they vorked for,” he said, laying a hand gently on her shoulder.
The sound of helicopter blades whooping drew her attention to the sky. Lights searched the ground for a place to land, but she knew the forest lacked a suitable pad. A rope ladder with metal rails dropped down from the sky.
Vlad’s phone rang. “Yes?” He paused as he listened to the man on the other end. “That vill not be necessary. She is vell enough to climb. David can help her.” He turned off the phone and tucked it in his pocket. Without further instruction, he walked over to the ladder and started climbing up to the hovering helicopter.
Cassy gave a startled jump when David took her hand, not having noticed him beside her. “I don’t think I can do this,” she said.
“If you can run through the tree tops, you can climb a ladder,” he said encouragingly.
“I don’t want to die,” she said, staring at the helicopter’s blades.
“You’re not going to die,” he assured her.
“Die? Who said anything about dying? I don’t want to fly,” she said, looking at him now.
“That’s not what you said. I clearly heard you say die. The crash has made you afraid to fly, hasn’t it?”
A wave of empathy came across the magical bond. She felt him send her an understanding and calming hope. He seemed to give her an unspoken promise of this time things would be different. He took her in her arms and kissed her softly on the lips.
Vlad’s voice came over the loudspeaker. “Come on, you two. Fuel is not free or unlimited.”
David laughed and motioned for Cassy to take the ladder first. She managed to swallow her fear long enough to get several feet off the ground before David overtook her. She sensed a thread of panic as he positioned his body over hers.
“Stop climbing and hold on tight!” David shouted over all the din. He made a gesture to the crew above and looped his arms through the side ropes.
“What’s going on?” Cassy knew her foreboding slowed her down but not to this extent.
“We’ve got company!” David shouted.
The ladder started reeling in slowly at first and then faster. Looking down, she saw the reason for the sudden urgency. Snapping jaws and growls came from below. More werewolves tried to grab the lowest rungs with their teeth as they jumped. Cassy saw more coming through the woods to join the ones below.
Images of being dragged back down into the sea of snarling, snapping teeth terrified her. A flutter from her middle gave her another reason to worry. What if their goal was not to just capture her? What if they wanted to destroy her and the baby?
Finally, the ladder pulled them up to the helicopter. The noise of the four blades hurt her hearing. Out of nowhere, someone stuffed a pair of muffs on her ears. The painful sounds became bearable.
David put her in a seat and helped buckle her in as Vlad closed the large side door. She saw wolves outside of the cabin with their necks stretched up to the night sky. The stance suggested a howl. A few transformed back into human form and knelt by their fallen comrades.
Cassy felt pity for them. If they were still slaves, their master recklessly sent them to their deaths with no regard for them as fellow creatures of the night. If they were wolves in rebellion against an unjust system, why would they all have the same mark? Why wouldn’t they just rebel against their masters to gain their freedom?
Then the thought occurred to her. Maybe they did not want just freedom. Maybe they wanted revenge.


Monday, December 9, 2013

Tuesday Tales - Check

Hello! It`s time for Tuesday Tales again. This week I`ll be sharing an excerpt from my 2013 NaNoWriMo novel, Laco Law – The Gnarled Oak. Laco Law is an M/M historical western romance, set in the fictional county of Laco, Texas in 1867.

This week our word prompt is ‘Check’ and we share what I think is one of the tenderest moments of this romance. We pick up as the doctor, Kirkwall James, is getting ready to leave after attending to Zeke.

 As this is my NaNo work, it is quite rough. I do ask that you overlook any glaring mistakes you may find. 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!

“Damned wonder the lad is alive,” Dr. James said when I had walked him to the door of the jailhouse. “Most times the rope snaps the third vertebrae. Obviously the drunken sots didn`t set the noose proper, which, as it turned out, was a fortunate thing for Mr. Fire Sky. Are you sure you want an Indian sleeping in the same space as you? I suspect one of the ladies would be willing to let him sleep on their floor.”

            I placed a silver dollar into his outstretched hand. “He stays here. Thank you kindly for coming so fast.”

“He should be fine in a few days, but if needed, give him more of the laudanum draught to ease the strain of his throat.”

“I`ll surely do that. Thank you, Doctor,” I said, closing the door on his back. I put out the lantern after locking the door. I could smell Zeke Fire Sky on the stagnant air currents. It was as if my senses were starved for any sign of him. I sprawled out in the empty cell with no concern about the blood-soaked mattress under me. Winton Buggs had been removed. To where his body had gone I did not care. I heard the soft snuffling sounds of Hessie thorough an open window. Seemed death was not in the vicinity tonight. It was still out at Chaparral Springs. Come morning, if Zeke were well enough to be left alone, I would have to ride back out, gather the bodies, and begin tracking the two survivors.

          An hour passed. I grew weary of tossing and turning and so I rose from the thin bedding to check on the patient. Into Zeke`s cell I went, the unique tang of his tobacco smoke clinging to his skin and hair caressed my nose. I slid down the wall in the far corner to watch him sleep. A shaft of moonlight no wider than my thumb was resting on his parted lips. The bruises he sported looked better in the dark. The rope-burn marring his neck did not. It was a greasy, glaring testament to the wanton evilness that lurked in some men’s souls. His breathing was deep, rhythmic, reassuring in its steadiness.

 It was also quite raspy. I rested my arms on my knees then placed my head to my arms. I dropped down into the dark embrace of slumber like a rock flung into a well. I woke up a few hours later, my lower back and neck bound up in knots. I groaned as I lifted my head from my arms. The thin strip of moonlight showed me that Zeke was awake, his ebony eyes locked onto me.

“How do you feel?” I asked, stretching my legs out to get rid of the pins and needles. His voice was barely a whisper.

“Like . . . hanged . . . by neck.”

When I gained the use of my legs I got up off the floor. My feet were still tingly when I took the few steps that brought me to his bedside. I wanted to sit beside him, but there wasn`t room. I knelt at his side. The need to touch him was so damned powerful.

“The doctor said nothing is broken, but he cannot speak for certain about internal damage. You might piss pink for a few days. He did not say about your throat or voice,” I said as I placed my elbows to the wooden bed frame. “Can I do anything for you?”

“Just  . . . kill them,” he moaned, wetting his lips with the tip of his tongue. His hands rested on his wide chest.

“I plan on doing that,” I murmured, my hand moving to his face to push a long black curl from his busted cheekbone. Zeke`s eyes rolled from a spot on the ceiling to me. If a locomotive had plowed into me it wouldn`t have been nearly as devastating. I lost something of myself in his eyes at that moment.

“Still . . . curious,” he whispered. I nodded then kissed him as tenderly as I could. It was a delicate kiss, one meant to relay intent and emotion and about a hundred thousand other things best left for later. It was just a brush of a kiss; a tickle of a cat`s whisker on a bare leg, but it was enough. For now. He exhaled deeply over my lips.

Emboldened by the knowledge of what would be, I stroked more of his wild hair from his brow and face.

“Story?” he asked as the back of my fingers moved over his swollen cheekbone. I smiled weakly.

“I am no storyteller,” I replied.

“I tell you . . .” he swallowed harshly, the skin over his adams apple weeping droplets of blood, “. . . about Coyote when . . . sick.”

I ran my fingertip over one dark eyebrow. The misty memory of a vague feverish dream drifted behind my eyes.

“Deep in the bayou lives the Loup Garou,” I whispered while tracing his eyebrows.

Copyright 2013 ©by V.L. Locey


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