Thursday, February 26, 2015

Cold Nights, Hot Reads Blog Hop--Prizes and Giveaways!

Welcome to my little corner of the internet Cold Nights, Hot Reads hoppers!

As you saw on my header, my name is V.L. Locey and I'm an erotic romance author. My bread and butter is M/F hockey romance but I dabble in some M/M paranormal romances as well. My muse likes to be able to pen what she wishes and not stay in certain genres. That`s what life is all about, right? Trying new things and stretching our wings can only be good.

It`s funny how many people have asked me why I started writing erotic romance. Why not just write something less smutty or sweet I hear repeatedly. Well, for one thing, I myself prefer explicit love scenes in a book I read. This does not mean I won`t read something that has all the action behind closed doors, it just means that I prefer to experience the consummation of the relationship I have invested so much time in.

Secondly, I feel that there is nothing wrong with sex between two consenting adults. A robust sex life is thing to take pride in and not hide. We need to bring human sexuality out of the shadows and embrace it as a natural part of what makes us who we are. And yes, that means gay sex and lesbian sex and all the other wonderful flavors of love and sensuality that exist! This is why I pen erotic romance and why I will continue to do so.

Today I'm going to share a small but sizzling excerpt from my latest M/F erotic hockey romance, Language of Love. This interracial book is the fifth novel in my To Love a Wildcat series, and features a young deaf woman, Margarite Lancourt, who finds herself in falling for the new Russian Wildcat, Petro Shevenko. I'll be giving away a copy of Language of Love to one lucky commenter so check out the entire post for contest information.

This excerpt is NSFW in any way, shape, or form. Which means you should not read it when your boss or any young child may look over your shoulder.


            I padded down the hallway, my body reacting in wicked ways to the mere thought of being with Petro. Our bedroom door was cracked. I peeked around it. My short inhalation upon seeing him shocked me. How could I love so deeply so fast? Was it because I was young and impetuous as Mama probably thought? I didn’t care. His dark eyes lifted from the old six-string that rested on his thighs. The man took up so much of the bed just a sliver of mattress was showing. That was my side. He smiled. My heart flipped over. Inside I went, closing the door behind me. Petro was in running shorts and nothing else. His hair was wet, his cheeks freshly shaven, his eyes burning with need.

            Sometimes a common language isn’t needed. I walked over to him, stood beside the bed, and reached out to place my hand on the body of the guitar. He wet his lips then strummed. The vibrations entered my fingers, raced up my arm, and electrified my soul. With a soft smile, I removed the guitar from his lap. He watched me intently, his sultry eyes hooded. I placed the guitar against the wall then began to strip. His eyes roamed over me, hot, possessive. I turned my back to him, teasing him as my skin flushed then prickled into bumps under his attentive perusal.

            His hands came to rest on my hips. His mouth touched my side. I inhaled sharply when he began tracing my tattoo with his tongue. Each branch, each leaf, each blossom he tasted. My nipples were stiff, aching. My arm rested on my head to give him access. I turned slightly, to offer him more of my ribs. He nipped, suckled, and explored my ink work. His fingers began to drift. One big hand slid between my legs. The other found a breast. My body twisted like a pretzel as he tried to please all the spots that cried out for attention. He pinched a hard nipple. 

          I bent forward, his index finger sliding between my folds. I thrust my hips outward. His hot mouth found a bloom to feast on. I slithered sideways even more. He groaned against my skin, the sound tickling my flesh, my bones. Then he began to probe. One finger. Two. Deep inside. Slipping in and out. Twisting. Bending. Searching for the spot. I turned in his arms, breaking the delicious contact of his mouth and my tattoo. He raised his glistening fingers to his mouth. I couldn’t look away as he cleaned my juices from his fingers then offered them to me.


For your chance to win a copy of Language of Love, tell me what your favorite genre of romance is. That`s it- no flaming hoops to jump through or ten different pages to visit. Just leave me a comment and I will choose one winner the day after the hop ends. Please be sure to leave your contact information. If you don`t I will have to skip over your comment because I simply do not have the time to track down people on the internet. So, leave your comment with your email address and make sure to visit all the other wonderful authors who are taking part in the hop. Good luck!

Skate hard and love deeply,

V.L. Locey


a Rafflecopter giveaway


Wednesday, February 25, 2015

Bragging Up My Boys!

Forgive me while I toot Templeton and Mikel`s horn for just a wee bit.

I was extremely excited to get an email from Torquere Press informing me that An Erie Operetta just made the All Romance eBooks Best Sellers List!

 The boys of Lake Erie are at #50 at the moment and I am just proud as Punch about seeing them there.

ARe Bestseller List

Thanks to everyone who grabbed a copy of Temp and Mikel`s latest adventure. Rest assured there are more tales planned for everyone`s favorite skunk shifter. If you haven`t got your copy yet, you can find it, and the first book in the series,  An Erie Halloween, at the following retailers:

Torquere Press Store

All Romance eBooks



Monday, February 23, 2015

Tuesday Tales - Arm

Hello! It`s time for Tuesday Tales.

 Today we have chapter ten for Wind in White Birch and our word prompt is "Arm". Don`t forget to visit the other talented Tuesday Tales authors. Thanks for stopping by!

Wind in White Birch

How the hell was I supposed to respond to that? I knew he wanted to get into a deep conversation about this. It was obvious by the steady way he held my gaze. I just wasn`t prepared to deal with it now. It was too sudden and too intimate. Why was he laying this out to me as if I were his wife or something? We had gone on one mess of a date. Two if you counted this weekend.
We weren`t involved in a long-term relationship or had any kind of commitment to each other. He could stay up here at this lodge for the rest of his life without my input. I had no claims on him or his time. So why did the thought of not seeing him again feel like someone had taken a melon baller to my heart?
            Rhett gave me the out I needed. He had broken his icicle and appeared at our sides. I swallowed over the lump in my throat then tore my sight from Jonah to look down at my boy when he tugged on my arm.
            “Can we explore?” Rhett asked his cheeks rosy red and his eyes bright. Again, I was at a loss.
“I don`t know, maybe we can walk the property line?” I offered glancing at Jonah. He nodded his mouth a slash.
“We can walk down to the river. The property line runs for over fifteen hundred acres,” Jonah said, shoving from the side of the lodge to descend the steps.
Rhett seemed happy with that plan and scurried after Jonah. I followed the two intrepid explorers, my mittens shoved into my coat pockets, my scarf covering my face from the bridge of my nose down, and my thoughts scattered like the birds that took to wing when we walked underneath their perches.
The river was a glorious sight. It was a rough and tumbling swath of clear water. Ice formed at the edges. The sun reflected off the ice and rumbling water as it ran past us on the bank.
“Down there about a mile is a small pool that feeds into a lake. There`s native trout in there as long as your arm,” Jonah was telling Rhett. I shivered deep inside my coat as the man pointed downstream.
“We should get going,” I called over the pounding of water over boulders. Rhett complained about not seeing the trout lake, but ran ahead using the path that he and Jonah had made coming down. Keeping my eyes on my son I didn`t see Jonah sliding up beside me. I felt his presence and peeked over my scarf.
“I`d really like to get into this with you, Dana.”
I shook my head. “Not now, okay? Let`s get back to Andy`s and get some lunch. I need time to figure things out, Jonah.”
He studied me for a long moment. Sunbeams slid through the white birch woods, dappling his black hair and gorgeous high cheekbones with golden shapes of light.
“Yeah, okay, that`s fine,” he replied stiffly.
I wanted to say more, to try to make him understand how confused and scared I was, but six year old boys aren`t known for their sixth sense when it comes to intimate moments. The snowball hit me right in the face. I shrieked in shock and fright. Blinking rapidly to clear the crystals from my eyelashes, I saw my child rolling in the snow, laughing hysterically. I sputtered into my wet scarf and chanced a peek left. Jonah was the very picture of utter composure. Until he dared to look at me again, then he too lost it.
“Think that`s funny, huh?” I asked. The battle then began. It was a terribly lopsided fight but I managed to get a few good shots in before we all were soaked through. Once I heard Rhett`s teeth clattering I called a halt. The heater in the truck felt wonderful. Backing away from the lodge and stands of white birch I felt a sniggle of something unpleasant inside. It felt like jealousy. But how foolish would it be to be jealous of a building?
“Mom, can we go snowmobiling when we get to Andy`s?” Rhett asked as we left Jonah`s dream behind.
“That`s up to Jonah,” I said, peeling my sodden mittens and scarf off.
“How about we hit that up tomorrow, buddy?” Jonah said, finding my son in the rearview mirror. “I`ll need to time to tinker with my sled. It hasn`t been out of the garage since last year.”
“Okay!” my boy smiled then ran the back of his coat sleeve under his running cherry of a nose. The ride back to Andy`s was pleasant if not slightly stilted conversation wise. I suspected that Jonah would want to find some time to talk as soon as possible. Pulling off the main road into Andy`s graveled driveway and seeing at least six strange vehicles, I got a feeling one-on-one time wasn`t happening this afternoon.
“Shit,” Jonah sighed, staring at the cars, trucks, and single Jeep blocking the small drive. He dropped his truck into park and laid his arms over the steering wheel.
“Looks like company,” I smiled timidly. He gave me a quick sideways glance.
“No, it`s not company, it`s my sister and brothers,” he grumbled. Just then, the front door flew open and six boys were released from the confines of the doublewide like greyhounds freed from the starting gate. “And nieces and nephews,” Jonah tacked on when the rowdy group in thick coats, snow pants, gloves and hats raced over to greet their uncle. “I`m really sorry about this,” Jonah grimaced then jumped when a snowball smacked into the window beside his head. “I was hoping we`d be able to put them off until a later time, like next year or something. I wanted to talk to you about things.”
“It`s okay, we`ll talk later,” I said, rather relieved to have some plausible excuse for postponing this discussion.
It would give me time to get my mental ducks lined up, or at the very least flipped upright, so that their heads and not their asses were visible above the water. The driver’s side door was opened and a blast of cold air and young male laughter filled the cab. Jonah was unceremoniously pulled from the vehicle and bombarded. Rhett, laughing like a hyena, climbed over the front seat and dove out into the fracas. Somehow, Jonah managed to stay on his feet even with several young boys pummeling him with snow and trying to knock him into the deep powder.
 Giggling at the shenanigans, I slid down to the driveway. As soon as my feet hit the gravel, I felt someone accessing me. I found a woman standing in the door left open by the rambunctious boys. She was perhaps in her late thirties, rather pudgy, black-haired with onyx eyes the same shape and intensity as Jonah`s. She also had her brother`s wide nose. I shook off the last drops of melted snow from the battle royal at the lodge and walked towards her, hoping the tingle of fear her unwavering dark eyes instilled in me didn`t show.

Copyright 2013 ©by V.L. Locey


Click on the link below to return to the Tuesday Tales main blog for more great reads from the talented authors of Tuesday Tales.

See you next week!

Sunday, February 22, 2015

My Goofy Gaggle

Over the course of the past twelve years, many people, my hubby included, have wondered why I have geese. Geese are loud, pushy, and tend to pinch people on occasion. They muscle the ducks out of the food and the water dish. In general, geese can be real stinkers.

However, for all the bad things that geese can be, they can certainly be lovely additions to the farmyard. They are faithful to their mates, make wonderful parents, are protective of the property they call home, and can be gentle when raised properly. The trick to raising geese, for me, has been to make sure that goslings do not bond to me during the first few days after hatching.

 I've found that once geese are bonded to you they consider you part of the gaggle and that is when the trouble starts. Things are all fine and fuzzy when they`re goslings. They follow you around just as they would their parents and by gosh it`s cute! Fast forward to the following year, when the ganders start to feel funny stirrings and you`re viewed as an unwanted trespasser/goose who is getting far too close to their chosen ladylove. A flogging may be in your near future.

Geese are not for everyone. If you have neighbors who dislike noise, don`t get geese. If you`re intimidated by large birds that can get pushy on occasion, don`t get geese. But if you enjoy birds with tons of personality, you just might enjoy having your own goofy gaggle. 

Thursday, February 19, 2015

Throwback Thursday Tune

Oh yeah, this one was trouble! Sexy as heck and with talent to burn. Which of Jerry Lee`s songs is your favorite?

Wednesday, February 18, 2015

An Erie Operetta Release Day!

It`s here! It`s here!

 An Erie Operetta is now available for purchase! I hope you enjoy this new book and will pick up a copy today. I truly love this series, the characters, and the world that they move in. I hope that you love it as much as I do.


Torquere Press Store

If you enjoy reading Temp`s latest adventure, please consider leaving a review for it on Amazon and/or Goodreads. Nothing inspires an author to keep writing like a few kinds words in a book review.

Thank you so much for all your support. It means the world to me.


Monday, February 16, 2015

Tuesday Tales - Great

Hello! It`s time for Tuesday Tales.

 Today we have the rest of chapter nine for Wind in White Birch and our word prompt is "Great". Don`t forget to visit the other talented Tuesday Tales authors. Thanks for stopping by!

“I think I know where we`re going,” I announced as we rolled down the bare two lane; a stark black path between two rounded bumpers of white.
“I think you don`t know where we`re going,” Jonah responded. I had to concede he was right when we drove past the tiny turn off that led to Mud Puppy Lake. I turned my head to watch it go past, feeling a wash of something very much like longing flow over me. “Soon as the ice is off the lake we`ll come up and do some fishing.”
Confused about how he knew what I was yearning for, I looked at him questioningly. “You`re pretty easy to read at times, Dana,” Jonah confided. “I guess I should have said if we`re still seeing each other in April we`ll come fishing, huh?”
“Yeah, I suppose so.” I turned my head to catch the last bit of the road to Mud Puppy Lake disappear in the side view mirror. The thought of not being with Jonah in a few months left me feeling very empty inside.
“I hope that`s not the case though,” the man whispered, his fingers still resting on my kneecap. “Who would I tease if you stopped seeing me?”
“You`d find someone, I`m sure, "I said with a forced smile. There would be women lined up at his door for the chance to date Jonah Big Deer. His eyes rolled to the roof.
“How did we get onto this depressing subject? Let`s chuck this crappy topic to the curb and get back to your spit,” he stated, throwing the dour mood out the window with my blessing. The cold air blowing over me was refreshing. It took the sadness of the unknown future away. The window went up after the fake mood tossing was concluded.
“Or we could get to where the heck it is we`re going.” I tried to read the road signs we would pass occasionally but they were either gone or buried under the plowed banks of snow.
“Have you ever looked at your future?”Jonah asked, the turn signal coming on right before we took a smooth left onto a nicely plowed driveway. “I mean, have you ever seen something and known that no matter what this thing was the thing that was going to change your life?”
I nodded when he looked at me fleetingly. Enthusiasm was bubbling from the man. “Yes, I felt that way when they placed Rhett in my arms the day he was born.”
The truck slowed. “Beautiful and profound,” he murmured, touched the brake, and then leaned to the right to get a soft kiss from the lady who had spoken so profoundly. Rhett made a gagging sound in the backseat then fell back into singing Sk8r Boi.
            I was sort of mesmerized by Jonah`s sultry eyes. The engine quieting took a moment to register. I turned from my blatant admiration to gaze out the windshield. A large redwood log home sat before us. Two stories and filled with glass and porches it was surrounded by nothing but white birch trees.
            “Holy cow,” I whispered. Rhett, sensing the stillness of the vehicle, leaned up between the bucket seats. His face showed his appreciation of the majestic cabin. Jonah was silently watching us. I could feel his steady perusal. The wind gusted and clouds of new snow blew down from the thick canopy of boughs. I followed its decent. One rather large powdery cloud landed on top of a realtor`s sign.
            My right eyebrow climbed upward. I turned from the beautiful sight to look at Jonah.
            “Are you thinking of buying this place?” I squeaked although the answer was obvious by the eagerness he was fighting not to show.
            “Yeah,” he grinned widely. I was stunned. I craned my head back around to study the house. It was huge. I could not comprehend how anyone could afford to purchase such an extravagant log house. My mind simply would not do the necessary math. “I mean, I`m giving it some serious thought. It`s not a house though, it`s a lodge. There are eight bedrooms for clients who come here to hunt. I`d be their guide, you know? Take them out and hopefully hook them up with some big game. Whitetail, bear, thunder chickens in the spring, fishing once the ice is off.”
            “Thunder chickens?” I asked, pleasantly surprised to see my voice was back to normal.
            “Big wild turkey gobblers,” he explained. Rhett had peeled off his headphones and was following our conversation closely; his head going left then right then left as if he was at Wimbledon. “The owner died two months ago. The widow can`t run the place by herself and just wants to sell and go to Arizona. I`m a licensed guide, Dana,” he said, leaning back into his seat to stare lovingly at the sprawling lodge. “That`s what I was doing down in Florida when I got those cougar claws, looking for a guide job. I have all the certifications I need here in New York and would much rather work here. If I can get the down payment, I can buy White Birch Lodge and have my own outfitting business.”
            “Wow,” Rhett said. I echoed his response. Jonah smiled even wider. He was so keyed up he could barely sit still. "That would be great."
            “I know, right? You guys want to check it out closer?” he asked. We both nodded. To do otherwise would have broken the poor man`s heart. Jonah was humming like a tuning fork. We all piled out of the truck. I landed in snow up to my knees. Jonah slung Rhett up to his shoulders. The boy screamed in joy, his hands high above his head in hopes of slapping more snow free from the birch branches. I let the guys break a path from the plowed drive to the lodge. Rhett slid from Jonah`s wide shoulders when we started to climb the four steps to the long porch.
“Can I go explore?” the boy asked.
“You stay right here.” I wagged a finger hidden inside a purple mitten at him. His bottom lip slid out but he managed to find an icicle he could use as a sword. A strong hand slid into mine. Jonah led me to a bow window. I cupped my mittens around my eyes and peeked inside. The room was empty. The floors were warm honeyed wood, the walls rich oak logs, a stone hearth large enough for me to stand in was set into one wall, and hanging from the ceiling was a chandelier crafted from horns. “Lifestyles of the rich and famous,” I muttered in awe.
“More like lifestyles of those in debt for the rest of their life,” Jonah muttered, leaning against a stout log then folding his arms over his chest. “This is like a dream come true for me if I can pull off the down payment. There`s only one problem, Dana,” he said, his face reflecting his worry.
“What`s that?” I asked, my son racing past with a frosty light saber.
“If I do this,” he jerked his head at the lodge, “it will mean I`m here at the lodge all the time. Like, every day all the time. I`ll have very few weekends off. This lodge will be the other woman. ”
Well shit.

Copyright 2013 ©by V.L. Locey


Click on the link below to return to the Tuesday Tales main blog for more great reads from the talented authors of Tuesday Tales.

See you next week!

An Erie Exclusive!

Only two more days until Templeton and Mikel`s novella hits the world! To help celebrate I thought I`d share a snippet from An Erie Operetta. I hope you enjoy this look into the new book and will pick up a copy on Wednesday, or you can preorder a copy now from Amazon or the Torquere Press Store. You can find buy links after the excerpt.

If you enjoy reading Temp`s latest adventure, please consider leaving a review for it on Amazon and/or Goodreads. Nothing inspires an author to keep writing like a few kinds words in a book review.

Enjoy the excerpt!

Yes, I am well aware of what shouting "FIRE!" in a crowded theater will do. I admit I acted in fear. Truly, the panic that erupted after I shouted "ROGUE KILL!" wasn't even in my realm of belief. The opera house became a testament to unholy terror. You could smell the horror on the air. Magical folk freaked the hell out. Granted, with all the murders of late, freaking out was a justifiable response. But was hauling me down to the ground floor by my neck really needed? I gave Mikel a sour glower when I was finally released within ten feet of the corpse. I covered my nose quickly, but oddly enough, the husk of a body gave off no odor.

"Have you lost all common sense, Templeton?" Mikel growled at me. Thank goodness a large portion of the orchestra chipped in to help with crowd control. Now the only people who remained inside the opera house were the cast, musicians, and the Lake Erie pack. And one skunk shifter, of course. "If you ever do such a foolish thing again I will place you over my knee and paddle you soundly."

It was on the tip of my tongue to ask him if he thought that would really be a punishment, but there were others nearby, so I just tried to look as contrite as a meager office worker could look.

"Edward, take my cell phone. See if you can find a signal. I don't care if you have to go to the roof, just find a bar then call the head of the elder counsel to inform them that... what is it now, Templeton?!"

I lowered my poking finger. Gracious, someone was a putrid puppy all of a sudden.

"The body doesn't stink," I pointed out. Mikel looked at me as if I had spoken Martian. I folded my arms over my chest. "The dead body. It doesn't smell bad. Isn't that abnormal?"

Mikel looked around me to the body then pinned Edward with blistering golden eyes. "Edward, stop ogling the soprano and do as I told you."

"Yeah, sure, right away," Eddie replied. He went, but it was not without countless looks of longing over his wide shoulder at Ms. Panagakos as she hummed an aria while fanning herself. I stepped to the side to allow the senior agent of the OTTER tracking department to do his thing. Mikel kneeled down beside the cadaver and rolled it over. I grimaced at the dried up shell of a being.

"It has no smell," Mikel said. I rolled my eyes to the domed ceiling. "It's a fresh kill, not even cold yet."

I stopped being a wiseass. My gaze flew to Mikel. He had his hand shoved into the shirt of the dead man.

"That can't be right," I said. "I mean, surely a rogue killed him weeks ago. Look at how sunken in he is."

"He's been drained," Mikel announced as he stood up. Dave padded back and forth anxiously, casting bizarre looks at the cast waiting on stage. That announcement made us all inhale in alarm. "No, not drained of blood. . . at least, I don't think that's the case. I saw or smelled no vampiric signs."

A collective exhalation of relief escaped us all. If there is one group that is feared above even the lycans, it is the vampires. Yes, wolves can rip out your innards then use them for streamers but they cannot control your mind. That is one of the greatest fears all mystical folk have, and none more so than the werewolves. The history of vampire and lycan is a terribly bloody one. Werewolves cannot abide being made into pets. Vampires take great joy in making lycans jump through hoops and fetch sticks. The two races are notorious for the steeping hatred they carry for each other.

So imagine the look on Mikel's handsome face when one of those most hated of creatures arrived on a cold blast of winter air. The sleek bat soared over our heads, then transformed into one of the most bewitching men I had ever seen. Tall, elegant, raven hair cut rather modernly -- "emo" as the kids would say -- with eyes as blue as a mountain stream, the undead one looked us all over as if we were nothing more than slugs and he a shaker of salt. The vampire reached up to lift a shock of silken black hair from his brow. There, resting on his forehead, was a glowing gem of pure light set in a platinum band pressing tightly against his high brow.

"As you can see, I am a prisoner of the elder counsel, given to wearing a band of illumination." His voice was seduction and smoke. "My name is Vincente Elysian, and I am a member of the Nosferarti." 


Buy Links--


Torquere Press Store

Sunday, February 15, 2015

Top Five Favorite Harry Potter Characters

I have been on a real Harry Potter binge of late. I've been watching the movies over just for the sheer enjoyment of it and also have plans to reread the series this year, again, simply because I adore the characters and world that Ms. Rowling brilliantly brought to life. I thought that it would be fun to see who we all liked the most so here we go, my top five favorite wizards and/or witches from Harry Potter! These are in no particular order.

Molly Weasley

Perhaps it`s because I'm a mother as well, but I just adore Mrs. Weasley. She is a loving but firm mother, and a supportive wife. We all know she finds Mr. Weasley`s fascination with Muggles charming even if she mumbles about it. Molly may threaten her kids with their father`s wrath but it will be her with the heavy hand. Molly Weasley is also ferocious when it comes to defending those she loves, just ask Bellatrix Lestrange. Oh that`s right, you can't. Because Molly killed her wicked butt for threatening Ginny.  And if you need any more proof of her amazingly huge heart, just recall how openly and lovingly she took in Harry.

Severus Snape

Now I know a few folks may disagree with me, but I will stand by my choice. There are lots of reasons that I put Snape on my top five list. One is that Alan Rickman can do no wrong in my eyes. The man stole every scene he was in. Also, Snape is amazingly complex with multiple layers. The man is also loyal. And finally, he is the ultimate romantic. Severus loved Lilly so much that he willingly took on the burden of keeping her son alive, despite how much he hated James Potter. If that isn`t a romantic soul then I do not know what is.

Sirius Black

In the absence of a father, Sirius was the one to stand-in for James, and what a flawed but loving stand-in Sirius was! How can you not admire a man who escaped a Dementor-guarded prison after twelve years of incarceration with his sanity intact? I know there are many who dislike Sirius, and I can see why. As I said he is flawed. He has a tendency to be rather reckless and a certain aura of elitism that might put some off. But Sirius also has an incredible capacity for affection and he was not afraid to shower Harry with that affection. His scenes with Harry are some of the most touching, I think.

Hermione Granger

When the books came out, my daughter was quite small, but I read them to her until she could read them herself. One of the reasons that I did so, aside from loving the books to bits, was to expose her to Hermione Granger. Hermione is a fantastic role model for young girls. She is smart, obviously, but also clever, loyal, fair, and incredibly strong. When Ron said that they wouldn`t have lasted two days without Hermione, he was right. And all of this from a young woman born in the Muggle world. She is a testament to what can be accomplished if one works hard and never gives up in the face of adversity.

The Weasley Twins

Last but certainly not least are the Weasley twins, Fred and George. Throughout the series these two ginger pranksters made us laugh. They kept the teachers on their toes, managed mischief amazingly well, and were loyal friends. Even in the darkest of moments Fred and George did their best to make things a little lighter. They had a wonderfully positive outlook on their future. Do you know any other guys who dropped out of school and became successful entrepreneurs? They also taught us that anything is possible if you have enough nerve.

Well there are my fave Witches and Wizards! Who are yours? I'd love to hear your picks.

Saturday, February 14, 2015

Thursday, February 12, 2015

Throwback Thursday Tune

This song. Oh my, this song is so delightful! Sing it, Dean!

Happy Valentine`s Day.

Wednesday, February 11, 2015

Jane Leopold Quinn`s The Long Road to You

The Long Road To You
The Brothers Agee - Nick
by Jane Leopold Quinn

My two historical western releases are my homage to the western. Their inspiration came from my love of the TV western, The Big Valley. I was/am a Nick Barkley fan. For a while I monitored a fan fiction site relating to this show. Heath was the big favorite, Jarrod fans were strong, but Nick fans were loyal. That black clothing and especially the omnipresent black gloves were somehow sexy. In Nick's case, a black Stetson didn't make him the bad guy.

My first manuscript written was The Long Road to You, and it starred a hero named Nick. Around the same time, I was listening to an Andrea Bocelli CD, Sogno, and in particular the song, 'O Mare e Tu. Its haunting minor chords, the Spanish/Arabic/Gypsy sounds  put me in mind of the Flamenco. A young Anglo woman became my heroine, and she became the Flamenco dancer. You'd think a Mexican or Spanish woman would be the dancer, but I turned it around so the properly brought up and schooled American girl fell in love with the Flamenco, tried to break her bonds of propriety, and flee to escape the threat of an arranged marriage. This book became Jake and Ivy, the first in The Brothers Agee series.

Both heroes Jake and Nick were inspired, in part, by an incident in my husband's youth. The brothers were raised in an orphanage. Nick left when Jake was ten years old, and they rediscovered each other in Jake and Ivy. My heart ached for the young orphan boys.

After Jake and Ivy's happily ever after, Nick realized that he yearned to quit roaming, settle down, and find his own home. His visit to Jake's ranch brings along the discovery of the neighboring ranch owner, Margee McPherson. Margee's feistiness, independence, and beauty make Nick think of the life he needs now and how long the road has been to this place and time.


Nick Gabriel, orphan, outlaw, reformed man, yearns for what his brother Jake has—land, a home, and best of all, a loving wife. Nick pulls a woman off a rearing horse, slamming her sexy, lithe body against his, the impetuous action setting him up to lose his heart.

Margee McPherson's whole world revolves around running the ranch her father left her and handling the creepy ranch foreman she also inherited. Years before, she'd made a mistake that ended tragically. Now, she won't allow the drifter cowboy, Nick Gabriel, to get anywhere near her no matter how tall, dark, and handsome he is, and how much she longs to be in his arms.

Both have secrets in their pasts. Will Margee's fear and guilt keep her from moving forward with her life? Nick's fallen in love with the beautiful rancher. Can he prove to her his roaming days are over? And will they survive their past secrets, finding the love they didn't know they craved?


Nick took his turn with the canteen, probably to give himself some space. She watched as avidly as he'd watched her. His lips closed around the top making her remember the feel of them on hers. When he lowered his head, their eyes met as he studied her. They were alone in the shade of a small indentation in the rock formation. There were no sounds, no breath of air, just the two of them. Dan was well out of sight. She struggled against her feelings, her desire. He was still a stranger. She knew Jake and Ivy, but that didn't mean she knew the brother, the man with a different last name.

Absently, he screwed the top back on the canteen and hooked the strap over his gun butt. Looking briefly away, as if for a reprieve, he must have realized he had to come clean. "Margee…all right, I'll tell you." But instead, he grabbed her, whipping her around, wrapping an arm around her waist. "He held her in front of him. Like this."

She glanced down. His muscled arm bound her waist. His chest and thighs pressed against her back. He was hard. Everywhere. Biting her lip to keep from crying out, hardly able to take a breath, her eyes flew wide open when he rocked his hips against her bottom.

His head dipped until his lips touched her ear. "Does this make you fear me, Margee?"

She shuddered. His warm breath flowed over her neck, her fingers clenched in his shirt sleeve.

"If he would use a woman like that, he'd do anything," Nick murmured.

Moist firm lips. She felt them brush her neck. His arm slid upward just under her breasts. His other hand closed over her shoulder. He—his hands—were so large. He staggered her, disturbed her, swamped her feelings. Even demonstrating what evil her foreman had done, she felt completely safe in Nick's arms.

No! Not safe. He could hurt her much more than physically. "Nick," she whispered.

"He squeezed and yanked her." He tightened his grip.

"Rose?" she eked out, hardly breathing.


His thumb roamed up the side of her breast and brushed over its tip.

She pressed her eyes shut, suspended in the prison of his arms. "And then?"

"He was going to take her upstairs. To the—you know—to the bedrooms."

The rumble of that low, sensual voice aroused her. Shockingly, he was turning a dangerous situation into seduction.

The Brothers Agee Series --

The Long Road To You available now at Amazon -

Jake and Ivy available now at Amazon -

Sensual fantasies were locked in my mind for years until a friend said, "Why don't you write them down?" Why not, indeed? One spiral notebook, a pen and the unleashing of my imagination later, and here I am with more than a dozen books published. The craft of writing erotic romance has become my passion and my niche in life. I love every part of the creative process — developing characters, designing the plot, even drawing the layout of physical spaces from my stories. My careers have been varied — third grade school teacher, bookkeeper, secretary — none of which gave me a bit of inspiration. But now I'm lucky enough to write romance full time — the best job in the universe!

My Books

Ellora's Cave

Jane Leopold Quinn
My Romance:  Love With a Scorching Sensuality

Monday, February 9, 2015

Tuesday Tales - Picture Prompt

Hello! It`s time for Tuesday Tales. 

We have a picture prompt this week so the excerpt is written to reflect the image and must be three hundred words or under. Today`s excerpt is the beginning of the chapter nine for Wind in White Birch.

Don`t forget to visit the other talented Tuesday Tales authors. Thanks for stopping by!

I was trying to spit clean the dried yolk from my son`s face. It was a lesson in exasperation for me, him, and it seemed the driver as well.

“Dana, just leave the kid alone, okay? We're not going to meet the President,” Jonah huffed. “Turn around and enjoy the ride,” he added in a softer tone.

“Yeah Mom, just leave the kid alone!” Rhett slapped his arms over his chest.

“Two against one isn`t fair,” I said, returning to face forward. The rolling countryside was a canvas of varying shades of white and gray. I imagined a luxurious table setting for two, just like the one Jonah and I shared on our first date. It helped break up the monotony of the view and made me feel fuzzy inside. 

“We men have to stick together in the war against mom spit.” Jonah raised his hand for - and received - a very hearty high five from the backseat rider. Rhett cranked his red and white kids MP3 player up to dangerous ear safety levels. Jonah grabbed his travel mug of coffee with his freshly slapped hand.

“You weren`t complaining about mom spit the last time we kissed,” I muttered. The man at my left nearly spewed his mouthful of java across the windshield. I smiled smugly as Mr. Big Deer dabbed at the front of his coat.

“Damn Dana, the things you say,” he teased, reaching over to squeeze my knee. I was proud as punch. Rhett was singing along to 1985 sung by a group of kids instead of Bowling for Soup. He flatly refused to listen to the toddler songs he had loved before he went to kindergarten. I suspect some older kid (probably a third or fourth grader) teased him for his collection of Barney songs. Sometimes I wish he never had to leave my side or the innocence of time before school.

Copyright 2013 ©by V.L. Locey


Click on the link below to return to the Tuesday Tales main blog for more great reads from the talented authors of Tuesday Tales.

See you next week!

Kathleen Ann Gallagher`s Perfect for You/ Book Giveaway!

Please welcome Kathleen back to our little corner of the interweb. Today she`s here to share some info on her latest release, Perfect for You, as well as give away a copy!

Thank you to my friend Vicky Locey for inviting me today. I’m excited to announce Perfect For Her, book 2 in the City Lights Series is here! Book 2 is Angela Carnes story. She is Savannah’s best friend from book 1, Savannah’s Journey. Have you ever known when the one you're dating is perfect for you? Angela does...

Best friends who work in NYC and live in NJ, work hard, play hard, and love hard. Long buried secrets and family commitment’s make keeping love difficult. The City Lights Series. (City Lights Book 1) (City Lights Book 2)

Perfect For Her (Book 2, City Lights Series)
Energetic and motivated Angela Carnes landed her dream job in NYC, as an editor for a news show and she loves it.  Her career is going much better than her love life. After a break-up with Mr. Wrong she’s determined to leave the past behind. Angela didn’t expect the best man for her friend’s wedding to be so damn hot. Dr. Eric Bradley has a body to die for, a dynamite personality, and he’s recently partnered with a medical team. What not to want?
Eric is determined to have it all. He graduated from medical school top of his class, bought and renovated a house, and landed a spot in an established family practice. It is finally the time to get back into the dating world, IF the woman he wants sticks around when she learns about his situation at home.  
Angela and Eric discover the passion between them during the wedding preparations. Their attraction is hard to deny… Angela finds herself lost in Eric’s passionate embrace. But after the reception everything wilts.
Will she be able to step aside while Eric honors his family obligations or will the lonely nights and broken promises force Angela to leave behind the man she knows is…Perfect For Her?

A day that started out in a frenzy had turned out to be unbelievable. Eric picked up the leather case left by the waiter and signed the bill. Angela’s stomach flipped as she anticipated the rest of the evening. She’d already been wrapped in his arms, and she imagined what it’d be like to go a step further tonight. He brought out a side of her she kept under locks with other men. His sensuality came across loud and clear. The way he moved, his intense stare, and his deep voice, aroused her in a way she hadn’t felt in a long time. Angela couldn’t stop fantasizing about running her fingers along his chest, down to his stomach, and around his muscular thighs. He made her feel sexy, and she enjoyed her erotic daydreams. It usually took her longer to be intimate with a man. She’d been shy and reserved. Maybe it was from being burned by a men in the past. There was no denying her urge to be close to Eric.
“Are you ready to leave?”
She tilted her head and nodded. Angela folded her napkin and stood. Her handsome date got up, put his arm out and reached for her hand.  She loved all of the attention. It felt as if she floated on air. Eric’s strong fingers cradled hers as if it was something they did all the time, and she welcomed the gesture. 
“Do you mind?” he asked. 
“No, it’s nice.” His touch was gentle and she imagined how it’d feel all over her body. Hoping he didn’t read her mind, she lifted her purse over her shoulder. She’d let him be the one to make the first move and by the way things were going, she had a hunch she’d be in  his arms before their date was over. The evening held the possibility of a romantic involvement with Dr. Eric Bradley and she couldn’t remember when she’d had such strong desires.
“It’s a great night to take a walk. How about it? My car is in a nearby parking lot.” He gave her hand a gentle squeeze.
“I’d like that.”

You can find Kathleen here.


Savannah Mason is a career minded journalist who spends long hours at work, hoping to take the spot as anchor. She continues to fight for independence and refuses to allow her demanding father to take control of her life, despite his wish for her to take over his surgical practice. On her darkest day twelve years ago, she agreed to give her baby up for adoption. On her daughter’s birthday a chance encounter gives Savannah an opportunity to explore a corner of her heart she thought was lost forever.

Rob Sinclair a renowned surgeon and NY Times best-selling author has a new release and needs a promo spot on the television show, The News Stop. When he meets the assertive newswoman, desire and passion awaken his broken spirit. The last thing Savannah wants is a relationship, especially one with a divorced, doctor who happens to have two small children

When Savannah gets to conduct the interview over the senior reporter, a door opens to her future. However, first she must face the unsettled issues in her life, before she is free to accept love. A man, who seems all wrong for her, slowly weaves himself into her heart. Can he accept her when he learns about her past?

Rob’s commitment to climb the ladder of success, keeps him on the road for days at a time.  How will he ever be able to trust another woman?

 Savannah and Rob’s strong attraction is undeniable as they journey to a place where honesty and the power of forgiveness, can help heal the scars of the past. Will it be enough to allow them another chance for love? 


She got up and slowly moved toward him. Her chest tightened with each step. As she approached him and admired his broad shoulders, it dawned on her he could be a candidate for People’s sexiest man alive. Control yourself.
“I’m happy here,” she admitted. “I love it when the morning light shines on the water and it mimics fine pieces of crystal.”
Rob slowly approached her. His gaze fixed on her, sent shivers from head to toe. Afraid of what might happen next, she turned away. They were too close for comfort. An electric energy surged between them. Before she could stop him, Rob reached for her and pulled her up against his chest. “You’re an amazing woman, Savannah.” His lips met hers and he cradled her head in his hands as if she was a precious jewel. It all happened so quickly, she didn’t have time to react. The warmth of his touch sent waves of heat down her stomach and in between her legs as the world stood still. When Rob’s hands moved slowly across her back, it took her to a level of arousal she never expected. She found herself spellbound by the feel of his rock hard body pressed up against her chest. All of the emotions she’d kept inside emerged when Rob held her
tight. When they finally parted, she stood frozen in shock with her heart pounding and her ears ringing.
His expression made him look as if he broke the law with his eyes practically popping out of his head. He quickly took a step back. “I don’t know what to say. I’m so sorry for my rude behavior.”
“You weren’t rude. I didn’t stop you.”

            I’m giving away an e-book copy of Perfect For Her. Comment to enter and don’t forget to leave your email address. Good Luck!

Kathleen is a registered nurse who lives in New Jersey with her husband and their two dogs, Luc and Chaz. Writing has been her passion since she was a young girl. Contemporary and paranormal romance are her favorites. She has three adult children and three lovable grandsons. Her favorite romantic getaway is Cape May, New Jersey. You might find Kathleen on a beach down the Jersey Shore, wearing a straw hat and sipping on an iced tea, as she dreams up her next romance novel.