Friday, April 29, 2016

Shutdown Pair Sneak Peek!




Holy hockey! Shutdown Pair comes out next Friday! I'm so excited to be able to bring you another LGBTQ hockey romance. I hope you fall for these two young men just as I did. To get us in the mood for release day here's another blog exclusive excerpt!





EXCERPT:

“Maybe he stepped outside. I’m going to go find him so he knows the wings are here,” I said as I tugged my coat on. They nodded. Off I went, Wyatt’s thick coat over my arm.

The air outside the popular pub was so damn cold it sent my system into shock. The first lungful was painful. I scoped out the parking lot. No Wyatt. He had ridden with me, so unless he was walking, he had to be around. Unease lifted the fine hairs at the base of my neck. I jogged around the clapboard side of the bar, fearing that I would find Wyatt beaten to death by some homophobes with tire irons. I’ve seen that movie. When I skidded around corner of the Puss, I saw nothing but several employee cars and a dumpster. Heart in throat, I ran across the lot, nearly going on my ass when I hit a hidden patch of ice the plows had uncovered earlier. Thankfully, no beaten body lay behind the dumpster in a widening pool of blood.

Where the fuck could he be? I walked behind a blue truck with a thick silver bumper, taking care not to let my feet get too close to the sharp drop-off. The moon was up, full and round, and so when I glanced down the embankment I saw a shape standing beside the river. Something told me it was Wyatt before I even made out the white glow of moonlight reflecting off his black hair. I went down the snowy embankment on my ass, fear coursing through me, calling his name at the top of my lungs. I hit the riverbank awkwardly, arms windmilling. Wyatt grabbed me before I went face-first into the turbulent Frost River. I stumbled back, his arms tight around my waist.

I tried to speak, but I was too winded, and yes, too fucking scared. People died in the Frost every year. A vicious waterway that sucked souls to a cold, terrible death without remorse or care was the Frost.

“Are you trying to kill yourself?” the man asked, his breath hot and pleasant beside my left ear. I should have pulled away, but I rather liked being in his embrace. Also, I feared that if he let go my legs would fold like a hotel sheet.

“I was going to ask you the same thing.”

We stood there beside the Frost, the water churning white as it slammed into the rocks. Water sprayed our cheeks, dampened our hair. I had to do it. I pulled away from his warmth to hold out his coat. He slid his arms into it in silence.

“I was just looking across the river. I mean, I started up there.” He motioned to the parking lot seventy-five feet or more above us. “But I couldn’t really see it clearly.”

“See what? Your imminent death?” I enquired, with a bit more bite than I had intended. Wyatt looked at me oddly. The moon did magnificent things to this man.

“Canada. Freedom.” Wyatt tipped his head to look around me.

“Freedom from what?” I asked, then threw a hand into the air. “No, please, don’t do it. Don’t just stand there with your teeth in your mouth. Forget I asked. You’re the most exasperating person I have ever met. I’m glad I went through your wallet. It serves you right for being so fucking close-mouthed all the time.”

“You went through my wallet?” he asked, his attention now on me instead of fucking Canada.

“Yeah, yeah I did,” I said, then folded my arms over my chest. The river roared behind me. I was slowly getting soaked. “You forced me into it being so mysterious and coy and whatnot.”

The shot to my face was so fast that I never saw it. I felt it, though. His fist clipped my jaw. I fell backward. The Frost rolled over my thighs. Wyatt yanked me out of the white water. I fell into him as we fumbled in reverse, both soaking wet and shuddering violently.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” He kept saying that as we clung to each other, panting in terrified bursts, fingers digging tightly into each other’s sodden coats.

“Nah, I totally deserved it. Totally. Oh fuck, that was the scariest ten seconds of my fucking life.”

I buried my face in his neck. He put his hand to my wet head, held my nose to his jugular, and then began to cry. At least, it felt like he was crying. I closed my eyes while he held me. It was only for a moment, maybe not even a full sixty seconds, that Wyatt fell apart.

“It’s okay,” I whispered into his warm flesh, then lifted my head, despite him trying to keep me from seeing him. I took his face in my hands. His cheeks were as cold as ice. His lips trembled. I placed a kiss to his scruffy cheek, held it for a second, and ran my tongue over the water that rested on my lips. Salty. “It’s okay. This whole thing? It never happened. It never happened.”

Wyatt stared at me. He nodded. There was nothing I wanted more than to claim his mouth. Would he let me?

“I’m cold.”

“Yeah, yeah, me too.” I placed one last kiss to his cheek. He leaned in to me for this one, his chest resting against mine for a long moment. Then we stepped free from each other. “Next time we go swimming, let’s pick a better month. Like August.”

“Right. We’ll swim in August,” Wyatt said, then turned away.

I stood below him, watching him climb back up the steep incline. I had asked for something meaningful to share with the man. A punch to the kisser and a tumble in the Frost was not exactly what I’d had in mind. Perhaps sharing something powerful but not including a near-death experience was what I should ask for next.






BLURB:

Slinging burgers in Minnesota in the dead of winter isn’t exactly the Hemingway lifestyle aspiring writer Heath has dreamed of. About the only thing the quick-witted wordsmith has going for him is his pick-up hockey league games every Saturday. Now it looks like even that’s gone south, along with the team’s AWOL goalie.
That is until mysterious Wyatt Dickenson skates into town and announces that he can tend net. Heath isn’t the type to turn down such a generous offer from a Greek god with impressive equipment and all the right moves.
Heath offers to share his rented room with the enigmatic drifter, and soon begins to suspect that Wyatt is harboring a secret. Can Heath get Wyatt to open up about his dark past? Is there a dark past? Or is Heath’s writer’s mind just spinning sexy, shadowy scenarios about the mystery man who has him so infatuated?

You can preorder your copy at the following retailers:

Amazon

B&N

All Romance

iTunes

Kobo

Thursday, April 28, 2016

Throwback Thursday Tune



To wrap up our rainy month of songs who better than one of the kings of classic country? Yep, let's sing April out with Willie's version of Blue Eyes Crying in the Rain.



Wednesday, April 27, 2016

The Mind of an Author




People tell me that writers have minds unlike the non-writerly folk. Sometimes I think to argue but then something pops into my world that silences me.

As you may or may not know, over the past few years I've been working on trying to live a healthier life. I quit smoking, gave up soda, started eating less and better, and took up yoga and walking. I've managed to whittle off 52 pounds so far! Now that it's warmer I'm going out for walks more. I always take my camera with me on my walks because I'm lucky enough to be able to stroll through Pennsylvania Game Lands, which are some of the most beautiful woodlands I have ever seen.

I will confess to having amazing fictional conversations while I walk. Generally, it's just my dog Maisy and me, so talking to myself in two different voices doesn't get me weird looks aside from the squirrels but who cares what they think? During a walk last week, I happened to glance to the left and saw something lying behind the lone house located at the end of the road that weaves and climbs through the state woods. As soon as I saw this item lying tucked among some skinny saplings, a light bulb went off.  I yanked out my camera and took a snapshot, which I now have in my file for my next Lake Erie shifter book.

Hubby happened to go through the images on the camera a few days later and came upon this picture:



"Is there a reason you took a picture of this?"

"Yep," I replied smugly. "That's going to be a pivotal plot point in one of my shifter books."

"Oh-kay," he murmured while staring at the picture. "Exactly how is this child's ball going to be used in a gay romance about a skunk shifter?"

"Oh, I'm not sure yet.  I'm thinking it's going to be the inspiration for something wonderfully magical that Templeton finds on the grounds of Lupei Manor that will propel him into an adventure of some sort!"

He gave me and the picture an odd look then went off to do afternoon chores.  I thought to ask him what was wrong with that, but then I realized this might be one of those author mind things. *wink*



Monday, April 25, 2016

Tuesday Tales - Pill



Hello! It`s time for Tuesday Tales.



 I'm still chugging away on an LGBTQ hockey romance titled Snap Shot. This story contains crude language (they are hockey players after all) and gay sexual situations. If that offends now would be the time to move onto another Tuesday Tales offering.  Our word prompt for the week is "Pill". These excerpts have not been professionally edited so be kind about any flubs you may find. 

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            Ignoring the powder room fluff all around me I flipped up the lid and aimed carefully. Lila greatly disliked "man messes" as she called them. I rolled my neck then growled low in my chest when my sight touched on the bloody urine in the spotless white bowl.

            "I will find you Danielson and I will kill you," I snarled in a passable Liam Neeson imitation before flushing.  What kind of dick does that kind of shit in a preseason game? A shower followed and while it helped with the pain, it didn't take it away. Which flung us right back to "This Sucks Land" and the hours on the road followed by morning skate or was it a scrimmage? Maybe special teams drills?  Fuck if I could recall. I found then tossed back a couple more aspirin, wrinkling my nose when the pills began to melt on my tongue.

            When I was back in Lila's bedroom, I found my clothes neatly folded on top of her dresser. She enjoyed picking out my attire. After wrapping the colors of Clan McGarrity around my waist and pulling a black t-shirt over my head, I grabbed my duffel from the floor and made my way to the kitchen. Halfway there a smile tugged at my lips. She had put the country classics station on. My man Mel Tillis was singing "Good Woman Blues" which was one of my favorites. Lila, food, and Mel Tillis. That might make waking up at five bearable. 

            Lila was at the stove when I walked in. "Hey baby, what you got cooking?"

            She snapped out of the trance she must have been in and quickly began futzing around with a pot on the stove. "Silly me, standing here lollygagging when my man is awake and hungry," she giggled a bit too quickly. I walked up behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist. My nose burrowed into her hair.  She waved a hand in the air to shoo me away but that was a no go.

            "Everything okay, baby?" She nodded. I looked around her to see an empty pot on the stove.

            "You must think me the biggest fool in Scranton," she thickly replied. I ran my hands over her belly. "Standing here stirring an empty pot when you have to leave so soon. I'm a real distracted ninny." Lila may be many things but a ninny was not one of them. "You and your loving kept me up too late. My brain is all sorts of scattered."

            "Baby, you're never scattered. What's wrong? I wish you would tell me."

            Her back stiffened and she gently placed the spoon to the counter. When she turned in my arms to look at me, I saw fear in her eyes and that ramped up my concern tenfold.


Copyright 2016 ©by V.L. Locey

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Sunday, April 24, 2016

Silent Sunday






*Mossy Rock in PA State Forest*





Friday, April 22, 2016

Shutdown Pair Sneak Peek!




My next LGBTQ hockey romance, Shutdown Pair, will release on May 6th. To get everyone in the mood for Heath and Wyatt's novella, let's have a blog exclusive excerpt and teaser! 







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EXCERPT:


I needed to work on ways to build a lasting impression.

Sitting in a sports bar, still reeking of onions, while cheering on our pro hockey team is great. It’s super fun. Good-times buddy moments, male bonding and yadda yadda. It doesn’t help whittle away at a huge brick wall that stands between you and the object of your obsession. I mean devotion. And there were no ifs, ands or buts, Wyatt was rapidly becoming an obsession. When a man lies awake at night to watch another man sleep, that’s insane crazy. It’s wrong. It’s “teenage girl being scoped out by ancient yet eternally young and overly combed glittery vampire while she snoozes” sick. I’d done it two nights in a row. I was worse than an emo bloodsucker. For fuck’s sake, I embarrassed myself.

Yet I just kept watching him sleep while lurid, sexual fantasies spun madly inside my head. Around and around they went, dirty images in the washing machine of my mind. The only problem was that despite all the agitation, my thoughts were never clean. They were just as filthy as they were when the cycle started—sometimes even dirtier. I wondered if the Maytag repairman could fix that?

A roar went up from the crowd. We were playing Boston away. One of our wingers had taken a swing at the Boston captain. I raised my beer to our determined yet tiny player.

“Bless you, my son,” I murmured into my mug as the Boston captain pounced on our man.

Everyone inside the Pickled Puss was on his or her feet. Wyatt was seated beside me—the table we were at was packed with Fishers. We gathered there whenever we could during the week to watch hockey, drink beer and try to keep team spirit from flagging. When you only see each other on Saturdays, it’s tough to keep the right mentality. Wyatt was quietly eating salted cashews. He had nursed that one beer for over two hours. I was on my third. Fourth. Fifth, maybe? Hmm. Hard to recall. The man never truly relaxed. Not even at home. The only time he wasn’t guarded was when he slept. Then his features fell to reveal something that Donatello could easily have sculpted. And there I went again, getting weird.

“You want a fresh one?” I shouted to be heard. Wyatt shook his head and pushed to his feet.

“I’m going to go piss,” Wyatt yelled, then disappeared into the incensed crowd.

The five other guys at our table sat down. I reached for a pretzel. Don reached for the pitcher in the middle of the sticky table. I nodded when he held the pitcher over my mug.

“Got to give the man points for sheer courage,” Don said. I looked at the nearest wall-mounted set. Yep. Our man had gotten pounded but he did manage to bloody the nose of the Boston captain. Not a small feat. I raised my mug in respect. “I’d walk away from that dude. Where’d he go?” Don asked, waving his mug at Wyatt’s empty chair.

“Had to take a leak.” I grabbed a handful of nuts and dumped them into my mouth.

“What do you think about him?” Don asked, leaning his thick forearms on the table.

I chewed as I thought. It wouldn’t do to let something stupid slip out. Like that I thought I wanted to trade places with the sleeping bag that covered him nightly.

“I went through his wallet.”

Oh wow, that was so much better a thing to admit. I should have just confessed I wanted to try shaving my armpits to see if the smell after a hockey game would lessen. Really. That’s the only reason I think about it. It has nothing to do with admiring how women, and gay men who manscape, look. Nope. Not one thing. The team looked at me as if I’d just admitted I’d been the one to cancel Friends.


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BLURB:

Slinging burgers in Minnesota in the dead of winter isn’t exactly the Hemingway lifestyle aspiring writer Heath has dreamed of. About the only thing the quick-witted wordsmith has going for him is his pick-up hockey league games every Saturday. Now it looks like even that’s gone south, along with the team’s AWOL goalie.
That is until mysterious Wyatt Dickenson skates into town and announces that he can tend net. Heath isn’t the type to turn down such a generous offer from a Greek god with impressive equipment and all the right moves.
Heath offers to share his rented room with the enigmatic drifter, and soon begins to suspect that Wyatt is harboring a secret. Can Heath get Wyatt to open up about his dark past? Is there a dark past? Or is Heath’s writer’s mind just spinning sexy, shadowy scenarios about the mystery man who has him so infatuated?

You can preorder your copy at the following retailers:

Amazon

B&N

All Romance

iTunes

Kobo

Thursday, April 21, 2016

Throwback Thursday Tune



This weeks band is one of my faves. Kick back and sing along with CCR as they ask that age old question, Have You Ever Seen the Rain?



Monday, April 18, 2016

Tuesday Tales - Push



Hello! It`s time for Tuesday Tales.



 I'm still chugging away on my LGBTQ hockey romance titled Snap Shot. It's come to my attention that some folks may be having trouble figuring out Mario and Lila's story and genre.

Snap Shot is not a traditional M/M (Man/Man) romance in that the leads are not two gay men. Mario is bisexual and Lila is transgender which is why I've labeled it LGBTQ romance. If anyone is still confused please feel free to contact me privately and I'll be happy to try to clarify as best I can. 

This story contains crude language (they are hockey players after all) and gay sexual situations. If that offends now would be the time to move onto another Tuesday Tales offering.  Our word prompt for the week is "Push". I apologize for the change in font. For some reason Blogger decided a couple paragraphs should be different and it would not allow me to fix them. 

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            I'm six foot four and weigh two hundred and twenty-six pounds.  Creeping is not exactly my forte. Still, I managed to make it to the entryway of her tidy kitchen without her hearing me. I caught a whiff of something cooking at the same time my gaze settled on her moving around the room. My girl is tall, dark, and sexy as hell. She wore a silky shawl with big yellow flowers and white fringe over a slinky yellow nightgown. I could see the outline of her body under that satiny yellow shift. 

            Lila swayed and stirred a pot on the stove, humming along to Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons. She always had a little TV pushed into a corner on one counter that was set to a 60's music channel. I leaned into the door frame, smiled, and folded my arms over my chest despite the pain lifting my arm caused.

            "You making that killer primavera again?"

            She shrieked, dropped her spoon into her pot, and spun around to glare at me. I waggled my eyebrows as her hand flew up to rest on her throat.

            "What are you doing sneaking up on a woman like that?" Lila asked, her voice a deep, throaty purr that made me itchy all over. Her dark brown eyes flared when she got a good look at me. "What did you do to your hair, Seamus?"

            God, I loved how she used my middle name all the time now.  The way it rolled off her tongue drove me mad. Shay-MusShe had started calling me Seamus over the summer, claiming that it sounded more erotic to whisper Seamus as opposed to Mario when she was lost in a climax. I could not argue her point. This woman could call me Stupid McAssMunch and I'd fall down to kiss her polished toenails while asking her to call me that again. I lifted a hand to scrub my palm over my buzzed head.

            "I cut it," I informed her. Her hand slid from her throat to rest on her breasts. My gaze followed her hand as I suspected she knew it would. "You look good, baby."

            "You look simply ragged. What did you do to your nose?" Her plump lips lost that angry set. I wrinkled my nose just to feel the crunch of a fat scab on the bridge.

            "High stick in practice," I told her then jerked my head to indicate she should come to me.  She did, on feminine yellow slippers with little flat heels. My sight locked onto her tits and the way they moved as she walked. She stopped just shy of her chest brushing mine. My arms fell to my sides.

            "You poor thing," she cooed and cupped my cheek. "Why do you play that violent game?"

            "It's all I know."


Copyright 2016 ©by V.L. Locey

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Sunday, April 17, 2016

Saturday, April 16, 2016

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Thursday, April 14, 2016

Throwback Thursday Tune



Our second rainy tune is a real dandy! Enjoy the Everly Brothers as the spend some time Crying in the Rain.


Wednesday, April 13, 2016

An Erie Garden Party Release Day!




I've always had a love of paranormal romance books and shifters. From the time I was a child and sat wide-eyed in front of the TV watching Lon Chaney Jr. as The Wolf Man I was hooked. World building and fantastical people and creatures bring me great joy in stories, movies, and video games. Being able to write an LGBTQ romance about a skunk shifter finding true love with a big burly alpha has been a true treat! I just adore Templeton and Mikel, as well as all the other wonderful magical folk who reside at Lupei Manor. I hope you come to love them all as well!








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Blurb:

Spring has finally arrived along the shores of Lake Erie and no one is happier than the skunk shifter, Templeton Reed. Now that the snows have melted, he can frolic and play on the grounds of Lupei Manor, the formidable home that he shares with his life partner, Mikel Lupei, the alpha of the Lake Erie werewolf pack. What a pity that his joy is short lived. 

Not only does a stranger appear to shake things up in the manor, bodies begin showing up on the grounds as well! Could the newcomer to the pack be the one viciously killing innocent humans and shifters? Or is there a more nefarious force at work lurking just outside the boundaries of the ancient manse that Templeton, Mikel, and their LGBT friends call home?

Monday, April 11, 2016

Tuesday Tales - Phone



Hello! It`s time for Tuesday Tales.



Today we'll begin having snippets from my current works-in-progress. I've just started working on an LGBTQ hockey romance titled Snap Shot, which is a spin-off from my Point Shot trilogy books. Snap Shot stars everyone's favorite kilted Cougar, Mario McGarrity and his lady love, Madame Lila.

This story contains crude language (they are hockey players after all) and gay sexual situations. If that offends now would be the time to move onto another Tuesday Tales offering.  Our word prompt for the week is "Phone".

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



            There were a couple thousand reasons why I should have kept my ass in New York State and yet here I was, aching back and gummy eyes, with another hour and a half to drive. My mother used to say that she thought the doctors had dropped me on my head after I had been born and never told her about it. Most days I agreed. There had to be a reason a man of mediocre skill and thirty-six years of age was still playing hockey in the minor leagues. Let's not touch upon the stupidity of making this trip when I would just have to turn around tomorrow morning and return to Cayuga for a mandatory scrimmage at nine.

            I glanced at the rosary dangling from the rear-view of my Highlander - because what other kind of vehicle would a McGarrity drive - and mentally crossed myself. If mom could only see whom her precious boy was consorting with, she'd drag me to the confessional before I could spit.  I'd confess my sins, do my penance, and head right back to Scranton. Because Lila was there and I had become so addicted to her that I'd drive from Cayuga to Aberdeen just to watch her boil *#*#* eggs, the slight glitch about the ocean in the way be damned.

            I rolled my shoulder and moaned. The bruise across my kidneys ached like a *#*# rotten molar. Reaching for the phone resting in the holder next to a large cup of sweetened black pulled a groan from me.

            "*#*#* Danielson," I winced as white-hot pain speared me in the back. "I'll put your wax on next time we meet, you prick." That chirp was good. I hoped that I could remember it when we faced the Bronco's the next time.

Copyright 2016 ©by V.L. Locey

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Shadow Lion



Every now and again I dabble in poetry. I'm not any great shakes like my daughter but I enjoy it just the same. This little poem came to me...well, you'll see how it came to me. I hope you enjoy it!



Shadow Lion


by

V.L. Locey

Dear me, oh my, what could that be
Hiding behind the drapery?
A Bengal tiger of orange and black?
An ocelot with a spotted back?
A cheetah sleek and built for speed?
A leopard and his prey both treed?
A puma sunning on a rock?
A bobcat eying a farmer's flock?
Or mayhap hidden behind my drape
The shadow lion casting a fearsome shape? 


Sunday, April 10, 2016

Silent Sunday





*Stand of White Birch*





Friday, April 8, 2016

Come Join Us!



I'm honored to be taking part in Pride Week at Mansfield University this year! I've been invited to hang out with the awesome kids in Spectrum, field some questions and have a reading from some of my LGBTQ books. This event is open to the public, so if you're near the campus and would like to drop by, we'd love to have you! Hope to see you there. 




Thursday, April 7, 2016

Throwback Thursday Tune



Hello and happy April! Since April is the month of rain showers I thought a rainy theme for the month would be groovy. So here's our first rainy tune - Buddy Holly's Raining in my Heart.



Tuesday, April 5, 2016

Author/Book Spotlight - Vikki McCombie's A New Beginning for Nancy







A New Beginning Blurb & tagline

Loglines:

When grief pulls her life apart, will she seek a new beginning, or will fear keep her from finding a forever kind of love?

Can her new infant son and a friendship with a naval officer offering more, give her the chance for a new beginning?

Taglines:

A new beginning or a life stuck in the past?

Dare she risk her heart to find a new beginning?

Blurb:

On the day Nanci discovers she’s going to have a baby, she receives the devastating news every Navy SEAL’s wife never wants to hear. Her husband’s death sends her into the depths of despair. As she struggles to accept, she’s grateful for the support from the officer assigned to her.

Will she turn to God letting Him show her the path to a new beginning, or will fear of loving and losing keep her locked in the past?

When Lt. Daniel Foster’s appointed to assist a SEAL’s widow, the last thing he expects is a woman who can break through the barricade guarding his heart. As he helps her with the aftermath, he offers her a shoulder to lean on, but would like to offer more.

Should he allow their friendship to blossom and trust God will show him lowering his defenses is the only way to love?

Author Note:


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metadata: Contemporary, romance, military, inspirational, SEALs, Navy, sweet

Tweets:

 A new beginning or a life stuck in the past?

Dare she risk her heart to find a new beginning?

Will fear rule her heart, or will she grab a second chance for love? #Contemporary #romance

Will she turn to God or stay locked in her grief?


Excerpt:

After setting Tiger on the slate floor, Nanci checked her voice mail on the home phone, but still no call from Bryan. Of course, his mission was a secret, as usual. She had no idea what time zone he was in. It could be the middle of the night for him. After feeding the cat, she settled on the couch with the paperback she’d purchased earlier in the day. Tiger curled beside her, and she became engrossed in the book, especially the part concerning the first trimester of pregnancy.
The doorbell rang.
How odd.
She couldn’t imagine who it could be. Probably some kids selling something.
But a rush of anxiety flooded her system as icy prickles raced along her arms.
The doorbell rang again.
She laid her book down, went to the door, and used the peep hole to look out. Three men in Navy uniforms stood on her front porch.
Her heart caught in her throat.
Three men usually meant bad news, especially naval officers.
No, maybe they have the wrong house. Maybe they’re collecting money for some type of charity.
Anything but what it might mean.
Her body began to shake.
Her knees grew weak.
No, no! She would not allow those terrifying thoughts to enter her consciousness even for a moment.
Nonetheless, her hand trembled as she opened the door. Her voice shook as she said, “Hello. W-what can I d-do for you?”
The older officer removed his cover, tucking it under his arm. “Good afternoon, we’re here to see Mrs. Bryan Bowman.”
“I’m Mrs. Bowman. Please, c-come in.” Terror gripped her as she showed them into the living room.
Her mind screamed—Oh, God, please don’t let Bryan be hurt.



Author Bio:

Vikki McCombie started her writing career when a story invaded her mind and would not leave. Ever since then, the stories keep coming and writing is now her passion. Over the last five years, she has written well over a half dozen romances and is presently working on her next, while fighting off the other future characters shouting my turn!

Whether Vikki’s stories are contemporary or historical, she’s a romantic at heart and gives all her heroes and heroines a “happily ever after.” Her contemporary romances also have a strong inspirational element to them.

Vikki writes her historical romances under the pen name Vikki Vaught. Miss Kathleen’s Scandalous Baron released on February 22, 2016 and is the second book in her new Honorable Rogue series.

Vikki lives in the beautiful foothills of the Smoky Mountains of Tennessee with her beloved husband, Jim, who is the most tolerant man in the world to put up with her when she is in a writing frenzy. When she isn’t writing or working her day job, you’ll find her curled up in a comfortable chair reading her Kindle, lost in a good book with a cup of tea at her side.

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Author Note:
As a Navy wife for many years, I know how hard it is to put fears at bay and go on with your life when your loved one is far from home. I want to thank all the military men and women who serve and protect our great country, along with their families who support and love them.
I spent over twenty years in Hampton Roads, Virginia and grew to love the area. I love the ocean and enjoyed its beauty almost every day as I traveled from Hampton to Virginia Beach where I worked. When this story came to me, I had to make Virginia Beach the setting.
What Nanci goes through in A New Beginning for Nanci is what countless military wives have faced since the creation of our nation. What I want to show in this story is that there is always a new beginning out there. We just have to go after it and not allow tragedy to keep us frozen in fear.

There are lessons learned in this love story. Nanci could have easily stayed locked in her grief instead of seeking God’s help. Both she and Daniel were brought up in faith-based homes, but they had drifted away. Fortunately for them, they chose to return to their childhood faith which helped them move forward into God’s light, depending on Him to guide them to a new beginning that will stand the test of time.


While this is definitely an inspirational romance, it does have a couple of scenes with minimal sensual touches and kissing. Nanci and Daniel have a strong physical attraction between them, so it is hard to resist, but never fear, they do not fully give in to temptation.

Sunday, April 3, 2016

Silent Sunday



Since I'll no longer be sharing snippets on Sundays, I thought perhaps just a simple image that I've taken  would be a nice way to fill in on a relaxing day like Sunday.



*Rock in PA State Forest*