Monday, June 18, 2018

Tuesday Tales - Picture Prompt





It`s time for Tuesday Tales.



Today we have an excerpt from Ryker, Owatonna U. Hockey #1, a new adult MM hockey romance novel I’m coauthoring with RJ Scott.

This week is a picture prompt week, which means all excerpts must be 300 words or under and they must reflect our chosen image in some manner. This snippet takes place after Ryker and Jacob have met at a summer conditioning camp. The two young men have started having some serious feelings for each other but it’s the last day of camp and they’re now faced with never seeing each other again. This excerpt is from Jacob’s point of view.

This story may have gay erotic scenes, strong social issues addressed and mature language. If those things offend now is the time to move onto another Tuesday Tales blog. Thanks for stopping by!





The last day at camp all the Eagles decided we had to do breakfast at this quaint little coffee shop in town. Why? I had no clue until Ryker and I shuffled in, the beautiful morning pretty dull for us despite the brilliant blue sky, the birds singing, and the puffy white clouds overhead. We had two hours left until we went our separate ways and despite how I’d promised myself this little thing was just for sex, not waking up to hear him chattering away or see him spread out on his bed, hair all tangled from sleep or sex or both…it was going to suck.

Right, so enough about what was coming in two hours, Jacob.

The coffee shop had fresh baked muffins so big you needed two hands to hold them. Also, the staff was made up of cute girls in little green aprons who flirted with the team.

I flopped down next to Ben who was attacking a blueberry muffin the size of a soccer ball, his eyes dropping shut in sheer bliss.

“I missed this kind of food,” he sighed around his mouthful of empty calories. We’d done nothing but eat healthy for a month, and while that had shown up in a toner body and more energy, I could not deny that I was this close to drooling over the coffeecake muffin Ryker placed in front of me, along with a massive mug of hot coffee, black with sugar.

We ate, we talked, we made jokes, we drank coffee and said goodbye to the guys. Ryker shook every hand of every Eagle, promising to stay in touch, exchanging phone numbers and social media information. I waited on the sidewalk, hands in my front pockets, eyes on my old sneakers, for him to stop being so personable and well-liked, but he never did stop being Ryker. And I kind of liked that about him.



Copyright 2018 ©by V.L. Locey

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Sunday, June 17, 2018

Pucks & Percentages Issue #16









Sunday morning is here Rush fans! And speaking of fans you might want to grab yours, just saying. Today's post is completely NSFW. 

Issue #16

Wednesday, June 13, 2018

Release Day - Overtime, Cayuga Cougars #4





Today is release day for Overtime, Cayuga Cougars #4! I am so excited to be able to bring you the next book in the Cougars series. Sander, Mateo, and Noah are some of the strongest and most loving men I’ve had the pleasure of writing. I hope you enjoy their story.



 #PolyAm #Hockey #Romance



 (Amazon and other links coming soon)


Sander March is one season away from the pros, or so everyone tells him.

If only Sander had as much faith in his ability as the Cougar coaching staff does. Outwardly, he’s cocksure, borderline bitter, and slightly sarcastic. All that strut and sass hides a wounded soul though. Working to hide a brutal past filled with humiliation, abuse, and a family member who still haunts him, Sander has never found the kind of comfort and understanding he so desperately needs. Until he meets Mateo Castillo, a minor league baseball player for the nearby Elmira Egrets. Mateo and Sander click instantly, and a budding friendship develops between the two athletes.
Mateo then introduces Sander to his boyfriend, Noah Coombs, an aspiring manga comic creator. The three men find themselves bonding strongly, and that slowly gives way to sexual attraction. Eventually, Mateo and Noah invite Sander into their relationship. The path to happiness isn’t going to be easy for Sander as he faces criticism from his friends, teammates, and the press for his choices. The brash young star can handle all that, it’s when his abuser shows up in Cayuga that Sander fears not only for his own safety, but for the lives of the two men he has grown to love. Will Sander’s past tear him away from Mateo and Noah, or will he be able to leave the darkness behind?

Warning – This story has disturbing subject matter.






Friday, June 1, 2018

Overtime (Cayuga Cougars #4) Cover Reveal



Releasing June 13 - No Preorders 

#MMM #Poly #Hockey #Romance #LGBT 

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Blurb:

Sander March is one season away from the pros, or so everyone tells him.

If only Sander had as much faith in his ability as the Cougar coaching staff does. Outwardly, he’s cocksure, borderline bitter, and slightly sarcastic. All that strut and sass hides a wounded soul though. Working to hide a brutal past filled with humiliation, abuse, and a family member who still haunts him, Sander has never found the kind of comfort and understanding he so desperately needs. Until he meets Mateo Castillo, a minor league baseball player for the nearby Elmira Egrets. Mateo and Sander click instantly, and a budding friendship develops between the two athletes.

Mateo then introduces Sander to his boyfriend, Noah Coombs, an aspiring manga comic creator. The three men find themselves bonding strongly, and that slowly gives way to sexual attraction. Eventually, Mateo and Noah invite Sander into their relationship. The path to happiness isn’t going to be easy for Sander as he faces criticism from his friends, teammates, and the press for his choices. The brash young star can handle all that, it’s when his abuser shows up in Cayuga that Sander fears not only for his own safety, but for the lives of the two men he has grown to love. Will Sander’s past tear him away from Mateo and Noah, or will he be able to leave the darkness behind?

Warning – This story has disturbing subject matter.


Excerpt:


“Right, okay, so about the photo shoot—”
Mat kind of blundered into what I was going to say, his color high. “No, man, don’t apologize for that, okay? It was…it was…” He shoved his long fingers through his curls. “It was no one’s fault. We don’t want you to feel bad about it.”
I could feel the heat in my cheeks as well. “It was just like—this thing. Right?”
“Right, yeah. A thing. And not really a bad thing. I mean, we don’t think it was totally bad. Do you?” Mat asked, his boyfriend peering around his shoulder.
“I, uh…you don’t think it was skanky of me?”
“No, no way,” Noah said then started nibbling on the neck of his sweater. My eyes flared a bit to hear that.
“Can we all sit down and talk? I think we should talk.” Mat waved a hand at the couch. We fumbled around each other, smiling and looking at our feet, until somehow, we all managed to squeeze our asses onto my rented sofa. “Okay, so, here’s the thing…” Mat began rubbing his palms on his thighs. “Noah and I have been talking about us. And you. And we kind of wanted to talk to you about us. And you.”
“Okay.” I was wedged between them, biceps to biceps and thigh to thigh.
Mat nodded. “See, the thing is that we like you.” His dark eyes lifted from his hands moving on his legs. So sexy those eyes were. Thick dark lashes framing pools of brown that reminded me of grizzly bear fur. “We talked about that. How we both feel drawn to you. Noah, he never asks other men to model for him.” I looked at the blond eating his sweater. His gaze danced from Mat to me then back to Mat.
“That true?” I prodded the artist.
“Yeah,” Noah murmured, his sleek eyebrows knotting up. “I called you.”
“Yeah, man, I know you did. That’s not the norm?” I asked, wanting to slide my arms around Noah and hold him close.
“Not even close,” Mat chimed in, twisting on the sofa to look at me. “And like…we kind of didn’t tell each other about the attraction we had to you because well, I mean, that would mean we didn’t love each other like we thought we did or so we thought. This is confusing.”
I said nothing to that. What could I say? I felt like shit because I’d driven this massive wedge of a problem into their lives because of my initial attraction to Mateo.
“We still love each other,” Noah whispered then laid his hand—which was hidden in the sleeve of his massive pink sweater—on my knee. A jolt sparked through me.
“Right, we do. And we had to talk that all out. I shit you not, we hashed us out for days, until we came to realize that just because we liked you didn’t mean we loved each other less.”
“Okay. So, it’s cool that you guys still love each other because I do not want to be the one who breaks you two up.” I slid my hand up my thigh and rested it on Noah’s. His gaze met mine. “I know how much you love Mat; I can see it.”
He nodded softly. Mat shuffled beside me. I wanted Noah to see into me, so I didn’t look away. I needed Noah to understand that I would never take Mat from him. He was so fragile and shy, and I found myself needing to protect him.
“I know. And I love him. And we like you.” I had to lean in to hear Noah through the thick wool sweater collar covering his lips.
“We do, and we think that maybe we could try seeing how it goes to like you while we love each other,” Mat said and placed his hand on top of the one I had holding Noah’s.
I craned my head around to look at him, to see if this was some kind of bullshit he was feeding me. There was nothing but heat and sincerity in those dark eyes of his.
“What are we saying here?” I asked, my voice a little thick.
“We’re saying that we’re going to leave the door open for you,” Mat replied, giving the two hands under his hand a strong squeeze. “To come in and hang out with us, you know, if you want to?”
I stared at Noah. “This what you want as well?”
He nodded then glanced away. Shit, but this man was working his way into my heart. Generally, I was all about the jocks, like Mat. I got them. Understood them. Related to how aggressive, competitive, and assertive most athletes were. But this man with his timid ways and earthy smile was ticking all kinds of boxes I never even knew I had.
“Cool. Then I’d be happy to come in and hang out with you guys.” I’d been out in the cold for so long…



Sunday, May 27, 2018

Pucks & Percentages Issue # 13







To quote Maureen McGovern, "There's got to be a morning after." I wonder what the morning after will be like for Mike and Taz...


Issue #13

Wednesday, May 23, 2018

MM Goodness - Exploration (Kinky in the City #1)









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Before anyone leaps to the conclusion that this is a BDSM book, it's not, really. I promise. I know it says "kink" in the title and yes, there is some exploration of submission and domination in this, but this book is so much more than the kink portrayed on the pages.

It's a beautiful May/December MM romance that takes you along on the journey that Cal and Frankie make as they both find out just who they are and what they need from each other. 


The characters are incredibly appealing and work superbly with each other, the sex is red-hot, and the romance is perfectly written for these two men. It's a light touch of Dom/sub which I found to be quite appealing. I can't wait to read the next one in the series. This is great start for what should be a fantastic series from Ms. Ward!




Monday, May 21, 2018

Tuesday Tales - Mirror





 It`s time for Tuesday Tales.



Today we have an excerpt from Shake the Stars, my current MM contemporary first love, second chance WIP.

Our word prompt today is “Mirror”. In this scene Dane has returned to the Silver Fir Lodge ten years after falling in love with – and then losing – Keenan. The men are just about to see each other for the first time since they broke up. 

This story may have gay erotic scenes, strong social issues addressed and mature language. If those things offend now is the time to move onto another Tuesday Tales blog. Thanks for stopping by!






Twenty-six hours with little sleep was not a good look on me.

I flipped the visor of the rental car back up, not pleased at all at the puffy-eyed, pale visage that had been squinting back at me in the tiny vanity mirror. I looked like an extra in a George Romero movie. The sight scared me out of my beard. Kidding. I’d left the scraggly beard in the sink on the plane. Gloria was right, the dark facial hair had added ten years to me. While I did look younger, there was not a bit of the Dane that Keenan had loved ten years ago. My face had a few lines, my stomach wasn’t quite as firm as it had been back then, and the glow of youth had been trampled by thirty hiding just around the bend. Shit, I was a fat wino with no beard and a pallor only a vampire would envy. I should go now before Keenan saw me and had to pretend that I was—

“Shit!” I snapped when someone cleared their throat. I whipped my head around to glare at the tiny blond wearing a spiffy royal blue Silver Fir Lodge polo shirt. “God, I’m sorry.”

She smiled timidly as she took a step back from the open window. “Mr. Novak sent me down to escort you to your cabin. My name’s Victoria.”

She sketched a little curtsy. Okay, so the tiny thing was adorable, and I’d just ripped her head off. I was a jerk.

“I’d love an escort to my cabin.” I was all about making it up to her as I exited my car and threw my carry-on bag on my shoulder. “I came here ten years ago. Not much has changed in town.”

“True, but the Silver Fir Lodge has been renovated and updated from the main lodge to the guest cabins!” Victoria chatted away, much like Bonnie had done, filling me in on the lodge’s history, when the meals were served, the tennis court, pool, and golf course hours, and the nightly family movies which were now being shown inside the lodge’s new theater. “We even have a snack bar!”

“Wow,” I said, suitably impressed as we walked down a freshly raked gray gravel path, the sound of Cranberry Creek burbling bringing a smile to me that I just could not shake. “When I was here we had to lay out on the grounds to see the movie.”


Copyright 2018 ©by V.L. Locey

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Sunday, May 20, 2018

Pucks & Percentages Issue #12









P&P - Issue #12


The next installment of Pucks & Percentages is now live and it's rated H for "Holy Hannah, this is hot!" *hands out fans and bottles of ice water*

Wednesday, May 16, 2018

Last Defense Release Day







#MM #Hockey #Romance #HurtComfort 

Every time Max Van Hellren steps on the ice he knows it could be his last time. At thirty-two he’s past his prime but he’s also hiding a life-threatening injury that private doctors warn could kill him. This is his last season, and there’s a chance he could lift the Stanley Cup after fourteen years in the NHL. He just needs to stay safe and healthy; difficult when he’s known for his heavy hitting and with a propensity for dropping the gloves and putting his body in the way of pucks to keep his team safe. A one-night stand with a sexy man was just what he needed, dangerous and hot, but what if it turned into more? Would he have to share the secrets he so desperately tries to hide?

Ben Worthington had it all. A fulfilling job running the CrossRoads Shelter, his loving aunts, and a husband that understood his devotion to animals. Then, the love of his life left him, succumbing so quickly to an unexpected sickness that Ben never had time to say goodbye. The violent loss scarred him. Unable to move past his fears, he moves from lonely encounter to lonely encounter, slaking a desperate need that is eating away at him, but never making a connection that could lead him back into love. One night with Max makes him want more, but will giving into the temptation open the door to feelings he can’t contain?

Can these two broken man ever find a way to be together?
 

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Monday, May 14, 2018

Tuesday Tales - Picture Prompt





It`s time for Tuesday Tales.



Today we have a snippet from Shake the Stars, my current MM contemporary romance. In this scene, Dane and Bonnie, a female employee of the lodge who Dane has kind of befriended, run into Keenan with some of his friends and Dane has his first bitter taste of jealousy.

This week is our picture prompt and all snippets must be 300 words or thereabouts.

This story may have gay erotic scenes, strong social issues addressed and mature language. If those things offend now is the time to move onto another Tuesday Tales blog. Thanks for stopping by!



“Oh hey, there’s the pool crowd! You so need to meet them! Keenan! Drew! Amber!” Bonnie shouted, took me by the hand, and led me right to a trio of people sitting under a massive red oak tree. “Guys, this is Dane Forrester, he’s a guest but he’s cool. Oh shit, hand me some of that. I had to spend all day in the office!”

Amber, I guess it had to be, passed a skinny joint to Bonnie who sucked a hit into her lungs as if she were Tommy Chong.

Keenan looked up at me, the light of the fire dancing on his face. I stared at him, mesmerized by the play of light touching his cheeks and brow. Bonnie offered the joint to me, but I shook my head and continued to stare at Keenan like a moron.

“Yeah, we met. How goes it?” Keenan asked with a soft kind of smile. Bonnie shuffled a little at my side, blocking the firelight and blotting out being able to read Keenan’s eyes.

Bonnie squeezed my fingers. The earth could have swallowed me up right then and I would not have cared. I pulled my hand from hers and put some distance between us. Keenan, it seemed, cared not a whit about Bonnie and me. His attention was totally on Drew who was perhaps too good-looking to be anything but a model. Bonnie stood her ground, sharing a joint with Amber, who had flowing golden hair and a perma-scowl, while I tried not to notice how Keenan joked with Drew and smiled warmly at Drew and touched Drew on his bare knee in an intimate way. After a few minutes it was all too much, and I wandered off, leaving Keenan and fucking Drew with the stupid perfectly proportionate face to touch and whisper like lovers. Ugh, they probably were.




Copyright 2018 ©by V.L. Locey

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Monday, May 7, 2018

Tuesday Tales - Heavy



It`s time for Tuesday Tales.




Today we have an excerpt from Shake the Stars, my current MM contemporary romance WIP. This story centers on a summer romance between Dane, a recent high school graduate, and Keenan, who will be a junior in college come fall. They meet at a lodge in the Pocono’s where Dane and his family are guests and Keenan’s employed as a lifeguard. This is a first love, second chance to find love novel.

Our word prompt today is “Heavy”. In this scene Keenan and Dane have their first of many early morning meetings. 

This story may have gay erotic scenes, strong social issues addressed and mature language. If those things offend now is the time to move onto another Tuesday Tales blog. Thanks for stopping by!




Dad left Sunday evening. The patio was covered with debris and puddles, so I was stuck sleeping under James again. Sleep was elusive. I tried lying on my back and chest, left side and then right, but nervous energy snapped and surged through my veins and along every synapse. If he came to the creek tomorrow to pray I would call him to this side. And we’d talk. I’d tell him all the unspoken words. Then what would happen was in the hands of destiny.

I dozed for a bit, falling off around two and then coming awake sharply at five thirty. I sat up, choking on my breath, terrified that I’d missed sunrise. My eyes flew to the glass in the patio door. It was still dark, but a fine glimmer of a distant sunrise was caressing the sky. I slid out of bed, pulled on some shorts and a tank top, and then slid outside, closing the door, hand on the knob and heart trying to slam free of my rib-cage.

When I turned he was there, barely visible, standing on the opposing bank, the white of his gauzy pants drawing the meager light. Was he searching the decreasing darkness looking for me as I was for him? Legs feeling weak but heart beating stronger than it ever had before, I walked out past the tree that I had previously hidden behind, exposing myself fully.

A lone warbler sang out and then silent, the first song of the day slipping into the heavy moment. Would he see me if I waved? I took a step, paused, and then another and raised my hand. He mirrored my movement. A thrill shot through me. Lifting my hand again, the warbler sang once more as I waved him over.

“I’ll be right over,” he called to me, his voice loud and brash in the quiet of dawn. My head spun like an owl, ears picking through the sounds of day and night intermingling, listening for the sound of my mother or brother. Hearing nothing but the soft chirrup of crickets and the babble of the brook, I looked back at Keenan.

He stripped off his gauzy-looking pants and dove into the water in just his underwear. I threw aside my timidity and dashed to the creek, panic gripping my insides when he didn’t come back up for what seemed a lifetime. I stood on the edge of the muddy bank and danced from foot to foot riddled with anxiety. When he did break the surface, it was near where I stood. My lungs emptied in a rush. I crouched down by the creek bank. It was perhaps a foot of clay mud and rocks until the water met the land. Keenan pushed his hair back from his face and grabbed the land, pulling his upper body up out of the water until he could rest his arms on the ground. My mind was foggy with lust. He was so masculine, so beautiful, that I felt enraptured as if I were an ancient Celt witnessing a selkie coming to shore.




Copyright 2018 ©by V.L. Locey

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Thursday, May 3, 2018

Story Spotlight - The Point Shot Trilogy








#MM #Hockey #Romance #Bi  #Gay #VenomousPole



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Blurb:

Now, you can have the books that introduced Victor Kalinski to the world for free! With over 350 Goodreads reviews and ratings combined, the romance of Vic Kalinski and Dan Arou is one that once read, will never be forgotten. In this three-book set, you’ll get to experience all the passion, sarcasm, hockey action, and romance that reviewers have called “Beautifully Written”, “Surprisingly Heartfelt”, and “Hot! Hot! Hot!”

“The writing in this is snappy and awesome, the story moves at a great pace and oh it's HOT AS EVER-LOVING HELL. There's romance that never veers into a too-sappy place, it's FUNNY and full of great lines right and left, and so engaging that I couldn't stop reading it. The ending is satisfying, with our characters not becoming perfect people but becoming better together than they are apart, and that's just about as romantic as it gets.”  Avon Gale – Author of the Scoring Chances series

Readers should be over 18 due to mature language and gay sexual situations. The set includes:

Two Man Advantage (Point Shot Trilogy #1)
Game Misconduct (Point Shot Trilogy #2)
Full Strength (Point Shot Trilogy #3)


Excerpt:


        Lying beside him in the dark, I was thinking about getting under the covers to suck him off when he asked me what I thought about the team.


        I shrugged the shoulder his dark head rested on. “They suck, man.” I ran my tongue over my teeth.

        “Think so, do you?” he enquired. “I hate that sound you make when you suck air through your teeth.”

        “Um, yah,” I snorted, my palm resting on his shoulder. “I mean, no offense, but if not for you that bunch of losers wouldn’t have the few wins they do. And tough shit about the teeth sounds.”

        Dan’s exhalation blew over my nipple. It puckered up into a tiny pink bead. I really wanted to get oral on this man. He seemed to be chatty, though. I didn’t dare comment on how girly that was. My ass was still recovering from the last slur against his manhood I’d made.

       “You’re right,” he confessed, sitting up against my wishes to turn on the light. I squeezed my eyes shut and bitched about the wattage. “You think you could help us out?”

        My nose wrinkled. “Dan, man, look, maybe if I were going to be here for the season, yeah, I’d be happy to pass along what tricks I’ve learned. But this trip is just for a week or two.” I had hoped he would drop it as soon as I weaseled around. He didn’t. His blue eyes stayed glued to me. “Arou, man, don’t make this harder than it is. Why don’t you just turn out the light, lie down and let me get you off again?”

        I saw the desire flare up in his gaze. “I’d consider it a favor if you gave the other guys a hand. They’re buddies, you know?”

        “Whose buddies? Not mine. They all fucking hate me,” I countered, pulling him back to the bed.

        He flopped down with a sigh of exasperation. I rolled over him and began tasting his neck. He was just as bound up in this crazy thing we shared as I was. His neck and jaw tightened as he worked to fight the fire trail where my tongue and lips moved over him, but the nudge of his erection against my stomach showed he couldn’t control the need for me any more than I could handle my need for him.

        “That’s because you’re a dick,” he ground out as I tongued his navel.

          I agreed, then licked a long trail across his belly.





Monday, April 30, 2018

Tuesday Tales - Rose





 It`s time for Tuesday Tales.



Today we have an excerpt from Shake the Stars, my current MM contemporary romance WIP. This story centers on a summer romance between Dane, a recent high school graduate, and Keenan, who will be a junior in college come fall. They meet at a lodge in the Pocono’s where Dane and his family are guests and Keenan’s employed as a lifeguard. This is a first love, second chance to find love book that spans ten years in Dane's life. 

Our word prompt today is “Rose”. In this scene Dane meets Keenan for the first time.

This story may have gay erotic scenes, strong social issues addressed and mature language. If those things offend now is the time to move onto another Tuesday Tales blog. Thanks for stopping by!



The only person I saw was on the other side, running at full speed, his upper body bare to the sun. He thundered across the bridge, his sandals in one hand and shirt in the other. I danced back out of his way, bumping into the signpost.

“Tell me they haven’t started serving yet,” he panted as he neared. His voice was deep and rich with a subtle British accent. It was quite pleasing, and I smiled despite myself at the horrible scowl on his face. When he returned the smile, I grabbed tight to the sign post behind me. He was incredibly handsome with thick black hair, a rather long but proud nose that looked perfect on him, and a forehead that was higher than most. His eyes were darkest brown and his skin the shade of a roasted cashew. Around his thick neck was a necklace with a crescent moon and star dangling from the gold chain. “Bloody hell, they have started serving, haven’t they? Damn Kurt is always late to relieve me.” He slid his feet into his sandals as he spoke.

“About ten minutes ago.”

“Well, won’t be the first time I’ve been late to the kitchen. Won’t be the last either. You a lodger?” He pulled his shirt on and then held out a large hand. I gently placed mine into his, my palm a little sticky but he didn’t seem to mind. “Foods up that way,” he jerked his head over his shoulder. “Keenan Novak. Lifeguard by day, celery chopper by night.”

His joke kind of hung there in the air until I snorted in a loud, piggish way that made my ears burn.

“Yeah, I just uh…was walking to build up my appetite.”

His teeth flashed white. My fingers gripped the sturdy old wooden pole tighter. God but he was the most beautiful thing that I had ever seen. Tall, lean, dark, and handsome. He dropped my hand after a long shake, his gaze holding mine amiably.

“Place is a bit dingy, but they do put out some good food. Better get in there before they come looking for me.”

I didn’t want him to leave. I’d never spoken to a man quite like him before. He was beautiful and foreign and filled with the wonders of the world that I had only dreamed of. “Are you British?”

Wow, Dane, that was stellar. Maybe you could ask him if he breathes air next. Moron.

“What gave me away? Was it my Union Jack socks?”

I glanced down at his bare toes wiggling around in his battered sandals.

“You’re not wearing socks,” I pointed out as heat rose up my neck.

Keenan winked at me, his lips twitching with mirth.



Copyright 2018 ©by V.L. Locey & RJ Scott

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