Sunday, July 31, 2016

Silent Sunday






*Stand of White Birch*




Thursday, July 28, 2016

Throwback Thursday Tunes




The final song with "USA" or "America" in the title is this funky rendition of American Woman by Mr. Lenny Kravitz. Be still my heart. 



Monday, July 25, 2016

Tuesday Tales - Picture Prompt





Hello! It`s time for Tuesday Tales.



It's time to have more zombie fun! Today we have another excerpt from my LGBTQ zom-rom-com Two Guys Walk Into an Apocalypse 4 - Zombies, Zendra, and Ziegfeld Follies. This story contains crude language, gore because of the darn zombies, and gay sexual situations. If that offends now would be the time to move onto another Tuesday Tales offering.

It`s our picture prompt week and the excerpt must reflect the image and be under 300 words.  Don`t forget to visit the other talented Tuesday Tales authors. Thanks for stopping by!



"That certainly is good news. Your value to us has just quadrupled. News along the border is that Zendra is very interested in fags and dykes." He lifted my gun from her face then waved at the crying girl. She was hustled back into the woods, tripping and falling over her dirty bare feet, two men roughly escorting her."Thank you for telling me your name, Mr. Cooke, but when I asked where you were from, I didn't mean before the plague, I meant where are you from now? Where's your camp? Where are the others you live with?"

"I'm alone now," I replied as I studied the direction Iris had been drug off in. "My husband was infected." I'd heard once that the best lies had truth in them. 

Mercury shook his head while placing my handgun back to the table at his left. Someone behind me delivered a kick to the back of my right leg. I went to one knee with a pained grunt.

"See, that's not the truth, Mr. Cooke. No one goes solo anymore. It's too dangerous. Safety in numbers, pack mentality, all that stuff." Mercury poured himself a glass of cold water and took a small sip, a devious smile tickling the corners of his mouth. He was the epitome of relaxation and nonchalance, as if he were sipping flavored water at an outdoor cafe. "Ah, that is refreshing." He took time to place his glass back to the table and pat at his mouth with a neatly folded handkerchief extracted from the inner pocket of his suit jacket. "So, where are you from?"

"I'm going it alone."

Mercury shook his head while tsking me softly. "I strongly suspect that's not the case, Mr. Cooke. Slug, have at it, but make sure he doesn't die. Zendra will cough up enough weapons, ammo, and provisions for his gay little ass to last us for six months." Mercury stood up and placed his hat atop his head. "Oh, and since he won't be going to a private customer, the ban on not hitting that movie star face is now lifted."

Off he went, into the woods, whistling Zip-A-Dee-Do-Dah.





Copyright 2016 ©by V.L. Locey

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Sunday, July 24, 2016

Silent Sunday




*Morning on the Pond*






Friday, July 22, 2016

Author/Book Spotlight-Iris Blobel's New Beginnings



The story is set in Hobart, the capital of Tasmania, the most southern state in Australia. A most beautiful place. I went there a few years back and imagined how it would be to live in this city, how to adapt as a "non-local", and bit by bit I wrote the story of two sisters moving there.
Obviously, I added a little romance into the story as well – so I added Mark and Zach.
This is the second edition of NEW BEGINNINGS.
The story is now a bit sexier and has also received another edit.

Literary Chanteuse's review: "This author has a way of endearing her characters and it is easy to fall in love with them. An intriguing story with emotion, love and hope."
Sharon's review: "This was a very enjoyable read and it left me wanting just a little bit more. I highly recommend it."

"Other people have to fight battles in their life as well."

~~  New Beginnings ~~
(2nd Edition)
by Iris Blobel




♥♦♥  SYNOPSIS ♥♦♥


The chance to start life all over with the help of a stranger.

Twenty-two-year-old Sophie Levesque has been guardian to her eight-year-old sister Mia since their mother's death a few years ago, and it hasn't been easy. Luck comes their way when they inherit a small house in Hobart. Problem is, though, they don't know and have never heard of Clara Bellinger, the testator. Settling into their new life, Sophie is still afraid it's all a mistake.

Mark O'Connor, attorney in Hobart and the bearer of the good news for Sophie and Mia, curses himself for the lack of information about the testator. However, researching the questions gives him an opportunity to see Sophie again, and the more time he spends with the two, the more he realises that his life is missing something. And it's not his casual lover Linda.

But then there's Zach, Sophie's sexy neighbour from across the road… and a very good friend of Clara's.

Will unravelling the mystery unravel Sophie and Mark's promise of a future?



♥♦♥ MEET THE AUTHOR ♥♦♥
IRIS BLOBEL

Iris Blobel was born and raised in Germany and only immigrated to Australia in the late 1990s. Having had the travel bug most of her life, Iris spent quite some time living in Scotland, London as well as Canada where she met her husband. Her love for putting her stories onto paper has only emerged recently, but now her laptop is a constant companion.

Iris resides west of Melbourne with her husband and her two beautiful daughters.

Next to her job at a private school, she also presents a German Program at the local Community Radio.


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Thursday, July 21, 2016

Throwback Thursday Tune




I'm not sure if this singer has ever been on TBT tunes before. If not, shame on me! Kick back and enjoy Neil Diamond's America as we enjoy another week of songs with "USA" or "America" in the title.







Monday, July 18, 2016

Tuesday Tales - Write




Hello! It`s time for Tuesday Tales.



 It's time to have more zombie fun! Today we have another excerpt from my LGBTQ zom-rom-com Two Guys Walk Into an Apocalypse 4 - Zombies, Zendra, and Ziegfeld Follies. Despite Paul taking a sound beating at the hands of Mercury and his people, he still refuses to divulge any information about himself or his small group of loved ones. Mercury then decides to push our leading man a little harder...

 This story contains crude language, gore because of the darn zombies, 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 "Write".

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




I hung there between two big lugs, my eyes roaming the landscape trying to find something - anything- that would give me a clue as to where I now was. The two runners sent to fetch Iris returned. One dragged a young teenager of perhaps fifteen behind him. The girl looked to be Inuit. Her dark brown eyes were wide with fear. Her clothes hung off her frail frame in tatters. My sickly stomach rolled over when Iris was thrown to the ground in front of Mercury. His eyes never left mine as the girl whimpered and hugged herself tightly, eyes squeezed shut, tears tracking through several layers of dirt on her face.

"Mr. Pitt, this is Iris. She was supposed to head to the border with you and a few others, but since she's already been broken in..." a few animals behind me made leering noises and grunts, "... she's not nearly as valuable as she had been."

"So you're human traffickers? Slavers?" I asked my voice a mere shade of what it usually was. It had taken a mere year for the scum to start preying on their fellow survivors. Sometimes I truly hated humanity and wished I could write off most of those left behind. Mercury reached for his hat, lifted it with panache, and pulled out what appeared to be my damn Smith & Wesson from under the dusty Fedora. My knife and the shattered remains of my walkie-talkie also lay on the table. Sight locked with mine he pointed my gun at the head of the cowering teen at his feet. I lunged forward but was jerked back as Iris screamed and threw her arms over her head.

"Slavers is such an ugly word. We prefer "population redistributors" since we move people from one location to another. So, Mr. Pitt, give me your name and where you're from or I put one of your bullets into the head of the not-so-valuable anymore Iris." He flipped off the safety, his manic eyes glowing with pleasure. One dark eyebrow crept up his forehead. "I'll give you to the count of one starting with one." His finger slid back and forth over the trigger. "One."

"NO!" I shouted then started blabbing. "My name is Paul Cooke; I'm from a small town in New York State. My husband and I were both in education before the—"

Mercury's eyes widened. The barrel of my gun lowered just a fraction of an inch."Did you say husband? Are you queer, Mr. Cooke?"

"Flamingly so," I replied with a wee bit of tart. Maybe it just sounded like tart to me. Probably it sounded sickly to the rest. My tart was probably lacking.



Copyright 2016 ©by V.L. Locey

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A Hat Trick of Questions #1





People are always asking author's questions and we love it! Nothing shows us that you enjoyed our book like questions about it, our process, development, or any other query a reader might have. Well, reviews also show your love but I know that you're all reading and reviewing, right?

I thought it would be fun to share a trio of questions that I've been asked recently then give you my replies. Please feel free to shoot me any questions you might have that I don't cover here, or in future Q&A posts. I adore interacting with my readers!



Question: Why don't all of your books end with a wedding?

This is a really common question that I get asked all the time. My answer is that I don't feel that marriage is the end all and be all for every couple on earth. I've been happily married for over 25 years, and I have great respect for the institution of marriage. That being said, it is not for everyone. Many couples live long and extremely happy lives without legal vows and government licenses. Sometimes my couples marry (Victor and Dan) and sometimes they don't even if they have a child together (Isabelle and Philip) because I like to have the ending reflect who the couple are and where they're at when the book/series ends.

Also, wedding vows do not always equate to a happy ending. Ask the millions of divorced people out there and I suspect they'll back me up. So, I do strive to give my readers at least a happy for now. If a wedding is the right course for a couple, then I'll be there throwing rice with the rest of the guests. But if it's not, I'm not going to add the vows just to fit into a romance novel Jell-O mold of conformity.


Question: Why don't you write in third person with alternating POV? I like that best.

I get this one a lot. I know some readers dislike first person. Sorry about that, truly I am, but writing in third feels awkward to me. I actually started out writing in third, way back in the day when I was doing Marvel fan fiction. It always felt odd and stilted but that was how everyone else was doing it so...

Then I tried first person and it clicked perfectly. Getting into the mind of the storyteller suits me. This is why I think I can only work on one book at a time. When I'm Victor Kalinski, I am totally Victor. I just can't be Vic in the morning and then someone else in the afternoon. I have to submerse myself totally in that character.

So yes, I much prefer first person, one point of view. I am branching out a bit with my upcoming LGBT hockey series, The Brighton Wood Blades, and writing those in first person alternating views. Why? Well, because my muse wanted to do this series that way and who am I to argue with her? Does that mean I'll someday do a book in third person? It is highly unlikely.



Question: Why are you moving to all LGBT books after the Venom series ends?

 Because over the years I have discovered that LGBT romance is where I belong. When I first began writing, I never knew there was such a thing as M/M romance, so any romance that I wrote was M/F. I find it interesting now when I think back because reader's way back in my fan fiction days always commented on the homoerotic aspect of my work. Little did I know those comments were an indicator of where my true author heart would lead me over time.

I have a special place for M/F romance and I will always be grateful to those books for opening up the door for me. Without the Wildcats and Venom, I would have never found the wonderful world of erotic hockey romance, and the fantastic readers that support us. However, my calling is, and I feel it has been for some time, M/M or LGBT hockey romance. My couples rarely come to me as traditional man/woman pairings anymore. Most are somewhere on the rainbow spectrum and I fully embrace them.

My characters need to have their stories told. They must to be able to express their love in a world filled with bigotry to help combat the darkness. I'm transitioning not only because I am the mother of an openly out and proud bisexual daughter, because that is surely a part of my decision, but because love is love. I am and always have been a vocal ally of the LGBTQIA community. It's my hope that my books may open someone's eyes, or at the very least, show the world that the love between two men or two women is a natural and beautiful thing.




Sunday, July 17, 2016

Thursday, July 14, 2016

Throwback Thursday Tunes



To continue our month of songs with "USA" or "America" in the title, I present the always amazing Mr. Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers!


Monday, July 11, 2016

Tuesday Tales - Smudge




Hello! It`s time for Tuesday Tales.



 It's time to have more zombie fun! Today we have another excerpt from my LGBTQ zom-rom-com Two Guys Walk Into an Apocalypse 4 - Zombies, Zendra, and Ziegfeld Follies.

 This story contains crude language, gore because of the darn zombies, 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 "Smudge".

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




I sat on the damp ground, my shirt soaked, and my legs stretched out in front of me. I opted not to look back at Slug or his pillowcase.

"What do you want?" I asked my voice a little thick and scratchy from coughing up water.

"Well, for starters, your name would be nice."

"Lynyrd Skynyrd," I replied and one fool behind me gave a short grunt of approval. Mercury did not seem as amused as his dimwitted friend did. His mouth now resembled a paper cut and I could see a glint of anger in his green eyes. He had a small smudge of dirt on his chin that captivated my attention for some bizarre reason.

"Funny, you don't sound Southern," Mercury coolly replied and lifted a hand. Two men hefted me from the ground. "Maybe the shot Marcus gave you to the back of your pretty blond head rattled you so badly you can't recall things. Let's try again. What's your name?"

I jerked in a vain attempt to get my arms free from the morons holding them. "Lynyrd Skynyrd and I'm from Alabama. I had a sweet home down there before phobies showed up and—"

I heard Mercury shout "Not his face!" before the blow to my stomach bent me over. The pain was incredible. My legs felt weak. Someone jerked a pillowcase over my head and I fought madly. I managed to get a fist to a body part but was overpowered quickly.

"Stop, stop, that is no way to treat a new friend," I heard Mercury say while I struggled to draw a full breath through the filthy pillowcase. "Now, Mr. Skynyrd, I have no desire to harm you or injure that face of yours. I just want to know your name and where you're from." His voice remained calm. I squinted to see him through the pillowcase. My heart thumped violently behind my ribs. "So I'll ask again. What is your name?"



Copyright 2016 ©by V.L. Locey

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Sunday, July 10, 2016

Thursday, July 7, 2016

Throwback Thursday Tunes



Since America is celebrating it's Independence Day this month, I thought it would be fun to have a month of songs with the words "America" or "USA" in the title! Here's a toe-tapper by one of my faves, John Mellencamp, singing about R.O.C.K. in the USA.


Monday, July 4, 2016

Tuesday Tales - Necklace




Hello! It`s time for Tuesday Tales.




 It's time to have more zombie fun! Today we have another excerpt from my LGBTQ zom-rom-com Two Guys Walk Into an Apocalypse 4 - Zombies, Zendra, and Ziegfeld Follies.

 This story contains crude language, gore because of the darn zombies, 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 "Necklace".

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



Water cold enough to freeze a snowman's nuts rudely roused me. I coughed and gagged, spit water out of my mouth, and had a moment's pure panic, as I feared I was drowning. Lashing about with my hands as I lay on my back, another dousing occurred, this one with far more water. Several different masculine and feminine chuckles filled my ears as water slipped down into my lungs. I began hacking violently as I rolled to my side. Water dribbled out of my mouth and nose. Someone put a foot to my shoulder and pushed, sending me roughly rolling to my back.

"No more water!" I coughed and threw my hands over my face.

"Well, well, it sounds as if Mr. Hollywood is finally awake," a man said, his voice low and smooth as Tennessee whiskey. I continued coughing. Someone jerked me up to a seated position. I swiped at my face with the back of my hands, desperate to get the water from my eyes so that I could see whom I was dealing with. Once I had my vision cleared, I sorely wished I had left the water clouding my eyes. 

A circle of people stood around me, armed to the hilt, and quite ragged looking. All but one who looked as if he had just stepped out of the pages of Gentleman's Quarterly. I blinked and sniffled, my gaze stuck on the dapper man sitting on a lawn chair under a rather ratty red and white patio umbrella shading a battered metal table. On the table was a pitcher of cold water, a small rock covered in small purple flowers, and a Fedora-type hat.

For some reason, I immediately picked up that this was the alpha male among all these grimy peons. The dapper man was handsome in a rough way, cleanly shaved with short dark brown hair slicked down to his skull. His dark gray suit screamed hand-tailored yet it seemed a bit too snug across the chest for him.

"Welcome back to the land of the living, fellow survivor." I threw a look around at the ten men and several women, one with a gaudy handmade necklace, eying me like a deadly viper or a leg of lamb. My sight went back to Dapper Man as he studied me. "I'd offer you something to drink but you seem to have already had your thirst quenched." The horde surrounding me chuckled. I glanced up the sky. The sun had shifted significantly. How long had I been knocked out? Where were Joe and Tink? Where was I? All the thick woods around us told me was that I had been taken out of Port Gray. "In case you were wondering, my name is Mercury. That large fellow behind you with the remaining bucket of water, his name is Slug. He also has a pillowcase and a real lust for waterboarding but a hatred for lies. Just thought I'd let you know that before we start chatting."



Copyright 2016 ©by V.L. Locey

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Happy Independence Day America!







Sunday, July 3, 2016

Friday, July 1, 2016

Tape to Tape Cover Reveal/Preorder Sale Price News!



Here we go Venom fans! The cover reveal for Tape to Tape as well as preorder links.I'm so excited to be able to bring you Dot and Theo's story. I think it's going to set a few things on fire! Such as the bed sheets and your eReader. Also, those who preorder will get Tape to Tape at the special price of only $2.99! The price goes back to the $3.99 on August 4th, the day after release day, so grab your copy now and save a buck! 

Now let's take a peek at the crazy sexy cover-






I know. How hot is that cover? Wicked hot to say the least. Here's the official blurb as well and buy links-

Blurb


Venom defensive coach Dot "The Shadow" West has made a nice life for herself. She's found a new position on an up-and-coming women's professional hockey team, her daughter is thriving, she gets along well with her fellow coaches and her players admire and respect her. She's proud to have accomplished so much by herself. Everything is running smoothly in her life with no help from anyone, thank you very much.

Sadly, there's one annoying glitch in Dot's new life, and it's in the form of good-looking Theo Grier, former Wildcat goalie and co-host of a controversial sports talk radio show based in Philadelphia, home of the Venom. When Dot loses her cool and calls in to spar with Theo on the air her structured and solitary existence takes a sudden unexpected turn. Before she can hip check the smug fool out of her life she somehow ends up working with him on a new talk radio sports program.


Can she defend her heart against the unwanted feelings Theo is stirring up? Or will she continue to guard herself, and her past decisions, against the offensive moves being made by the ex-goalie? The only man to ignite her passions - and ire - in years?

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