Monday, May 12, 2014

My Book Boyfriend Blog Hop - Free Book Giveaway!

Hi and welcome to my tiny corner of the interweb! My name is V.L. Locey and, as you can see by the header, I`m a multigenre erotic romance author. That means I follow my muse where she leads me in terms of genre as well gender of my romantic leads. I write both M/F and M/M romances in a wide variety of settings, places, and even times.

Since the theme of this hop is book boyfriends, I thought I`d chat about the men of my M/F erotic hockey romance novels. I love my fictional hockey team, the Philadelphia Wildcats. And how lucky a woman am I to have an entire roster of men as my book boyfriends? Is there anything as hot as an athlete? They`re always aggressive, alpha males who have no objections to getting down and dirty. Oh my, it`s getting kind of warm in here. Let`s notch things up a bit more, shall we? Come meet a few of my Wildcats! Pick which one tickles your fancy, leave me a comment telling which Wildcat you`d like to cuddle up with, and your name will be entered in a drawing for a copy of Pink Pucks & Power Plays, the first book in the To Love a Wildcat series!

Warning! The following excerpts contain some bad words and sexual situations. If that offends, now would be the time to move onto the next blog in the hop. I won`t take it personally.


Alain Lessard is a defenseman for the Wildcats. Black curly hair, hazel eyes, Alain hails from Quebec. He`s tall, fit, playful, and about twelve years younger than his Viviana who is in her mid thirties. (She dislikes me mentioning just how far into her thirties) Just imagine that French-Canadian accent as Alain and Viviana have this little interchange that can be found in Pink Pucks & Power Plays--

“Sorry,” I whispered, dropping a kiss to his belly button.
“No worries,” he said, pushing his fingers absently through my knotted layered haircut.
“Any words of wisdom for the coach of a losing team?” I asked, looking up at him. He was the epitome of contended male: one arm under his head, his upper body resting on pillows, and his recently well-screwed lover reclining betwixt his muscular legs.
“Your defense sucks.”
“Do you think you can be a teensy bit more direct?” I frowned laying my cheek against his navel again.

“You asked, Viviana,” he reminded me as he worked on the snarls in my hair. “Did you read the defensive drills in the playbook I gave you?”
“Yes,” I said. He made a noise of disbelief. “I did read them. They just made no sense to me.”
“Then why did you not ask me to explain them to you?” he asked. I shrugged. He grunted. “Ah, you did not ask because you did not care. Well, now you care, yes?”
Yes,” I sighed dramatically and rolled my eyes.
“Go get the book and I will read them with you.”

            “Right now?”I whined then buried my face in his stomach. God, I loved the smell of him after sex. I loved it before sex as well, and during too. Rolling over in the morning to inhale his scent on my pillows and sheets and covers and skin is becoming a wicked addiction.


Veikko Aho. Veikko is one of the league`s most elite goaltenders. He`s 32, stands over six feet tall, has sandy-blond hair, light blue eyes, is half Finnish/half Swedish, and is the epitome of style, class, movie star good looks, and wealth. When he speaks his accent is slight but still able to be heard. Despite all the refinement that the man oozes, he still has his moments of lusty bad boy when it comes to pleasing Liz Argon, his shy leading lady. Check out this snippet from book two of the series, A Most Unlikely Countess--

            “This is one thing I need to feel on my tongue,” he murmured into my stomach then sucked my bellybutton ring between his lips. With both hands I grabbed his head to shove his face into my abdomen. He chuckled and began suckling my navel as well as the tiny silver ring until my words were sloppily incoherent. His hands were fondling my tits while he tongued my bellybutton. I wanted his mouth lower. I told him so breathlessly. Pinching my nipples he left my navel to sit back.

            There was a moment, when he placed his hand flat to my concave stomach, that I feared he had finally gotten a good look at my boyish figure and was trying to decide how best to bolt. He stared at me splayed out before him for so long I started to raise my arms to cover my bared breasts.

            His gaze moved from my body to my face. I began to work my lower lip self-consciously. “Stop staring at me,” I whimpered as my breasts grew warm and pink.

            “I can`t,” he said, hooking his thumbs into the purple strings of my thong, “You`re built just perfectly, Elizabeth. Tall and thin…lean like a gazelle.” He wiggled the scrap of cloth downward. His words of praise for my skinny body had my hips lifting wantonly.


Derrick Andersson is the next leading man to meet. Derrick is forty years old with brown hair, neatly trimmed beard, and sparkling green eyes. He is the captain, and first line center, of the Philadelphia Wildcats, and hails from Minnesota. Hockey, though, has taken a toll on our captain`s body. His knees are about shot and his ice time gets shorter and shorter every year. All those battle scars don`t offend 40 year old Maggie Charles, though. The divorced, single mother of a rowdy teen finds the big, tough, mountain of a man just right.

O Captain! My Captain! is now being edited, so I don`t have a cover to share. I do have a sexy picture which should work well! Maggie and Derrick`s book should be out within two months if all goes well. Here`s an exclusive sneak peek!

            “You got to go to the bathroom?” Derrick asked sleepily, his words ruffling the hair on the back of my head.
            “I need aspirin,” I whined as the bed heaved and hawed. Derrick rolled closer to me. His right leg slid through my thighs with startling familiarity. I loved it.

            “Yah, I could use a few too,” he muttered groggily before kissing the nape of my neck. I liked that as well. I asked him to repeat the gesture so he did. “Maggie, I would like to see you again, and not for just this either, although this was good, don`t you know?” Ah, that accent. 'This' was ‘dis’, 'then' was ‘den’, and 'that' was ‘dat’. I really enjoyed hearing it but thought to tease the hulk a tiny bit anyway.
            “Did you forget your T`s somewhere, Captain?”

            “Hey now, don`t be running down the accent,” he responded then nipped my naked shoulder. “So, yah, what do you say? You think you could maybe be going out with a frizzled old gimp like me?”
            “Oh yeah, I think I could certainly go out with a frizzled old gimp like you.” I wiggled backwards far enough to feel his cock gently poking my backside. A rush of ‘Gimme Some’ ran through my bloodstream, stunning my brain into a momentary lack of agony. Sadly the ringing of my cell from within my purse put a damper on the late night-early morning festivities.


I hope you enjoyed meeting a few of my sexy book boyfriends! There will be a few more Wildcats gents to come as the rest of the books in the series come out. If you wish you can hop on along to the other authors who are participating in the hop by using this link back to the main blogs:

Harper A. Brooks

T.F. Walsh

Also make sure you enter the rafflecopter for a chance at even more prizes! 

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And don`t forget to visit all the participating authors for even more chances to win:

Book Boyfriend Blog Hop Participating Authors

For those who wish to enter the giveaway for a free copy of Pink Pucks & Power Plays, you may leave your comment, with your contact information, below. Please make sure you enclose your email. If you don`t, I will have no way to contact you, and I`ll be forced to skip over your comment. So let me know where I can find you, enjoy the hop, and thanks so much for stopping by!

V.L Locey


T.F. Walsh said...

Loved reading your excerpts.. and yes, they were 'hot'. Thanks for joining the book boyfriend blog hop:)

Ray said...

Loved your blog post. :) Checking couple of other interesting posts of yours too.


Michelle Abbott said...

I want to snuggle up with Alain Lessard. I adore dark haired men.

Michelle Abbott said...

Ooops, forgot to leave my email:

V.L. Locey said...

Thanks for dropping by and commenting Michelle,Ray, and TF.

Good luck!

Loralie Hall said...

Your Wildcats are definitely sexy. They've got my full attention.

V.L. Locey said...

Thanks Loralie! Those Wildcats tend to do be attention-getters. ;) said...

All the heroes sound tempting. I've already read -- and enjoyed -- Pink Pucks and Power Plays, so I'll just say that whoever your winner is will be in for a delightful treat! said...

Hmmm... tried to leave a comment but didn't get a message that it was awaiting approval. Technology and I aren't getting along well this week.

Patty Denke said...

Alain wins.....dark haired....but not until Viv finishes teaching him......

Christine Rains said...

Hockey players are sexy, and yours are delicious! Fantastic excerpts. I used to have a crush on Mats Sundin (Toronto Maple Leafs) when I was younger.

Tara Quan said...

He can read play books to me any day ;)

V.L. Locey said...

Thank you all for stopping by and commenting!

I just love blog hops and will be visiting everyone this evening before the Habs/Bruins game. ;)

Michelle Willms said...

I'll take Alain Lessard; I love those tall, dark and handsome men. michelle_willms at yahoo dot com

Lisa B. said...

Hot excerpt. Thanks for being a part of the hop.

Heather Hand said...

I'm a Canadian girl so I have to choose your French-Canadian hunk in book #1 please. Besides I like to start at the beginning and work my way through them the way the author intended ;-)

harperabrooks said...

Holy Moley were those excerpts hot! LOVE your post, V.L.! I'm so happy I have Pink Pucks & Power Plays on my nook already. I can't wait to read it--even more so now!

Thanks for participating in the blog hop!


V.L. Locey said...

Boy oh boy, Alain is winning by a landslide!

Thanks to all who dropped by, and good luck. =)

Cathy Brockman said...

hmm hard to pick between Alain and Viekko since I read them both Derrick sounds wonderfull since I love older men. you dont have to count me for your giveaway Vicki you know I alread have them both LOL

V.L. Locey said...

Poor Mr. Aho. While I adore Alain, I must confess I would choose Veikko in a heartbeat. I have this goalie thing you see . . .

Yep, I know you have them both, Cathy. Thanks for your support and the glowing reviews!

Rosanna Leo said...

Ooh, Vicki! Girl, your men can seduce me any time. Happy hopping!

V.L. Locey said...

Tee-hee, thanks Rosanna!

M. S. Spencer said...

Alain gets my heart beating!

V.L. Locey said...

Alain is certainly the team heartthrob by the sounds. Thanks for visiting M.S.!

Anonymous said...

I've loved your m/m stories, so even though I almost forget there's such a thing as het romance these days, I'm willing to give 'em a try (especially with hockey boys involved)!


V.L. Locey said...

Love hearing from the M/M fans. No worries, Vitajex, there be more man on man romance coming along! And some of that will be M/M hockey.

Thanks for stopping by and commenting. Good luck!

bn100 said...

Nice excerpt

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V.L. Locey said...

Thanks for dropping by, bn100.

Good luck!

V.L. Locey said...

And the winners are . . .

Michelle Abbott and Christine Rains!

Congratulations! I`ll be getting in contact with you both shortly.

Thank you to all who dropped by and commented. <3