Monday, January 29, 2018

Tuesday Tales - Hideous

It`s time for Tuesday Tales.

Today we have another excerpt from Overtime, Cayuga Cougars #4, an MMM hockey romance book.

Our word prompt today is “Hideous”. In today’s scene, Sander is headed to Florida for the AHL All-Star Game and is doing a bit of texting with Mateo and Noah before he leaves New York state.

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!

My flight to Boca was leaving at 6:15 AM. I could have left later, like Dan and his annoying spouse were, but I wanted as much beach time as possible. I was sipping some hideous coffee as I waited to pass through the security checkpoint. Ithaca-Tompkins was a small airport, clean, with friendly staff, but the security crap was dragging for some reason.

Missing the guys, I sent them a quick selfie of me against a window, loose snow whirling around on the other side of the glass.

Envy me. Three hours from now my toes are in the sand.

Not thirty seconds later, Mat hit me back with a short text.


Followed by a picture of him and Noah, all curled up in bed with each other with a text that read:

Envy us. Three minutes from now we’re going to be lost in each other.

“Son-of-a-bitch,” I muttered under my breath and then sent him my own one-word reply.


That got me a laughing emoji and a short message right after it.

Wish you were here, Sander. We miss you already.

I wished I was there too, but I also knew this was a hell of an opportunity for me and my career. Shame I couldn’t have afforded to fly them both down to spend the week with me. Counting every penny sucked royally.

I miss you guys too. I glanced up to see I was next in line. Got to go. I’m next to have my bags scanned and shit. Talk to you when in FLA.

I carried that mental image of Mat and Noah with me during the three-hour flight south. It made sitting uncomfortable what with a raging boner for half the damn trip. It was tough not to imagine them wound around each other, making love. Now I had better knowledge of the sounds and smells associated with sex and my two new lovers. The fluttering way Noah breathed as he neared orgasm, the rough grip of Mateo’s hand, the musky scent of aroused male in my sinuses…

        Jacking off in the bathroom was looking to be the only solution until some baby started screaming behind me. That killed the hard-on and the erotic memories instantly.

Copyright 2017 ©by V.L. Locey


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Saturday, January 27, 2018

Saturday Story Spotlight - First Season (Railers #2) Written with RJ Scott

#MM #Hockey #Romance

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Layton Foxx works hard for what he has. The condo, the career, the chance to make his mark, is all down to the sacrifices he has made.

With tragedy in his past, he doesn’t want or need love. Then he meets Adler Lockhart, the extroverted, sexy winger for the Harrisburg Railers and abruptly he can’t avoid love even if he wanted to.

Adler Lockhart has had everything handed to him his whole life. Cars, villas, cash, college tuition at the finest Ivy League schools. The only things he doesn’t have are parents who care or the love of a good man.

Then Layton walks into his privileged life and shows him what real love can be like.


He cocked a dark eyebrow.

“What? You think spending hours playing a gem drop game while the perfect pen set for the man you fantasize spine-kissing is en route to me isn’t sensitive?”

“What?” He coughed. I blinked. “What did you say?” His brows tangled.

“That I spent hours playing some stupid gem drop game on my phone while I waited for the courier to arrive from King of—”

“No, not that. The other part of your comment.” He looked flushed and hot. Well, he was always hot, but hot under the collar, I meant.

“I don’t know what I said.”

His mouth opened and shut a few times. Nothing came out.

“Are you having a seizure or something?” I enquired as he worked to speak or breathe. Wasn’t sure which. Maybe he’d need mouth to mouth. I could get into that.

“That’s why you need to learn not to feel and speak simultaneously,” he finally said.

“Apollo said the same thing in the parking garage last night. Actually, he says that to me all the time,” I commented.

Layton’s face tightened. “That’s another thing we need to discuss. If you’re not out yet, then public displays of affection with your boyfriend in public places shouldn’t be happening.”

“You said public twice,” I pointed out. That seemed to add to his flustered thoughts, which amped up his hotness into the stratosphere. “Were you spying on me?”

“Don’t be asinine.” He stalked to the door and whipped it open. “This meeting is over. We’re out of time, and you’re obviously out of touch with how to conduct yourself.”

“That’s a Hall & Oates song.” I couldn’t stop looking at his mouth. “And that guy I hugged in the parking lot wasn’t my boyfriend—he’s my best friend and personal assistant.”

“Oh. Maybe you should make sure my advice about public displays is carried home to your boyfriend.”

I took a step closer to him. He stood his ground. I pushed the door closed. He straightened his spine and wet his lips. A jolt of lust hit me right in the balls. I wanted to wet his lips for him.

“‘Out of Time’ is a Hall & Oates song,” I told him as the magnetic pull of Layton Foxx had me moving toward him. “And I don’t have a boyfriend. You want the job?”

“Hall & Oates is… what?” He took a step in reverse, then faltered, as if he suddenly remembered he wasn’t going to be intimidated by me any longer. The cloud of lust and male pheromones was thick on the air. His cologne and mine intermingled and created a new aroma that was rich, sinful and lusty.

“I could use a man in my life to keep my mouth from getting away from me,” I said in a gruff voice. His gray eyes darted to my mouth. He wet his lips again. I leaned in slowly, trying to give him time to duck away or skitter to a corner or grab that fucking stapler and staple me in the forehead. He didn’t do any of those things, though.

He exhaled shakily through slightly parted lips as I pressed my mouth over his. I inhaled his breath. He’d had coffee with almond flavoring recently. I wished I could plunge my tongue into his mouth to see if the amaretto creamer he’d obviously used still lingered there, but I didn’t. I just leaned in a little more to apply a bit more pressure. He was shorter than me but not by too much. Just the right amount. Leaner, too. God, I wanted to get my hands on him and feel those hard angles and tight muscles. His fingers came to rest on my shoulder. All the blood rushed from my head to my groin, leaving me lightheaded and as hard as a railroad spike.

I cupped his cheek, the skin smoothly shaven under my fingertips.

“Or maybe dinner first?” I asked.

Monday, January 22, 2018

Tuesday Tales - Greasy

 It`s time for Tuesday Tales.

Today we have another excerpt from Overtime, Cayuga Cougars #4, an MM hockey romance book.

Our word prompt today is “Greasy”. This scene is the first time that Sander meets Noah Coombs, Mateo’s boyfriend, and the third partner in this polyamorous romance.

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!

I peeked around the sharp corner into the living room as I pulled off my coat. Nothing fancy in the way of furnishings but damn the man sitting on a big pillow on the floor sure was beautiful. Short sandy blond hair, a startling pair of sky blue eyes, and cheek bones you could rest a beer bottle on, Noah sat looking at me, his long legs folded into a lotus, a pad of some sort on his lap. He was wearing a tank top and lounge pants. His feet were bare.
“Hey,” I said to break the spell he seemed to be in. His gaze darted to Mat coming back into the living room.
“Kind of hard to see the TV from there. Come in,” Mat said, waving at me before flopping down into a couch that had a massive sag in the middle. “Bring that controller. We’ll get you logged in and then we’ll hit that pizza.”
I moseyed into the big room, giving the pictures on the walls a cursory glance and then eyeing the blond who was still staring at me openly. The closer I got the better I could see the fine details of his face. Thick, dark lashes tipped with gold, a small mole on his shoulder right above a floral looking tattoo on his right bicep. His right ear was pierced, and a small tulip hung from his lobe. His tank top also had a bunch of flowers on it.
“Sander, this is my boyfriend, Noah Coombs. Babe, this is Sander March. I told you about him? The hockey player.” Mat spoke while firing up the PS4.
“You were both losers,” Noah commented, his gaze finally leaving me to return to the large sketchpad resting on his lap. Now that I was closer I saw that he had a pencil. Mat had said he was a comic artist. Maybe he was creating a new comic.
“Yeah, pretty much,” I replied, picturing these two striking men pressed up against each other, bared to my eyes, cocks hard and weepy, kissing and caressing each other. My dick liked that image. A lot. I sat down fast, and leaned up to hide the half hard prick in my jeans. Flustered, I grasped at something to say. “You drawing a new comic?”
I heard Mat suck in a sharp breath through his teeth. Fuck.
“It’s not a comic, it’s a manga.” Noah replied, got to his bare feet, and walked into the kitchen, his sketchpad in his hand.
“Sorry,” I immediately said. “I just felt weird and he was staring at me and…”
“It’s okay.” I gave Mat a doubtful look. “Seriously, it’s okay. He’s sensitive about it but since you’re a new friend, he’ll let it slide quickly. Also, I should have warned you about how intense Noah can be at times.”
“Intense how?” The sound of glass plates being taken from a cupboard floated out of the kitchen.
“He’s an artist and sometimes he gets…lost in the appreciation of beauty.”
I blinked a few times. “You’re saying that he stares at people like that all the time?”
“Only ones he finds artistically appealing.” Mat smiled gently. “That’s a compliment by the way. Don’t be surprised if your face turns up in one of his yaoi books.”
“Thanks, for the compliment. I think you guys are hot too.” The room felt a little too warm now, Mateo’s cologne a tad too appealing. “What’s yaoi?”
“It’s a Japanese genre of illustrated gay romance, basically.”
“Oh.” I turned my head to try to see into the kitchen. That would be kind of cool to be in a gay comic. Manga. Shit. I really needed to get that pounded into my head. When I looked back at Mat, he was holding out my controller, a soft sort of sensual smile playing on his lips. “Like how explicit are these yaoi books?”
“Oh, they can be pretty graphic, but his are tempered with lots of romance.”
“Huh, and this is for gay men?” I seriously had never heard of this before.
“Usually it’s written by women for women. I know, go figure, but sure, gay men buy them. Noah works under a pen name, since the whole for women by women thing. Tulip Ito.”
“That’s his pen name?”
“Yeah.” Mat glanced from me to something behind me. “Hey babe, I was just telling Sander about your books and your pen name. You cool with him?”
“Guess so.” Noah came around the sofa with two glass plates holding two slices of greasy pizza each. “It’s manga.” He said, his voice low and smooth, as if he feared being too loud or something. “Not comics.”
“Right, totally got that. Thanks man.” I took the dinner plate. Noah then disappeared into the kitchen, coming out later with his sketch pad, a plate of his own, and a beer. He never said another word to me or Mat, just walked behind the beater sofa and disappeared into a room that I assumed was the bedroom. 
Artists seemed to be just as quirky as goalies.

Copyright 2018 ©by V.L. Locey


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Friday, January 19, 2018

Queer Romance Freebie & Fan Club - Taster Book


Strong and Sexy - A selection of tasters from the Queer Romance Freebie and Fan Club authors.

QRFFC is a Facebook group made up of romance authors that has over 2,300 members now, and shares freebies, new releases, and competitions.

The fourteen romance authors involved are often asked what of their own books they would like to recommend as a place to start.

So, we came up with this idea to create a book you can download onto your own reader with first chapters, buy links, social links and news, for a selection of the authors. We also thought we’d group items together, for example, contemporary, paranormal etc.

The first taster book is called Strong & Sexy and can be downloaded to your desktop from the following links:

Containing information and news from:

N.R. Walker, Keira Andrews, Eli Easton, Jay Northcote, RJ Scott, V.L. Locey, DJ Jamison, Leta Blake, Posy Roberts, Jamie Fessenden, Annabelle Jacobs, and Amber Kell.

My featured book is The Point Shot Trilogy

Now, you can have the books that introduced Victor Kalinski to the world in one reasonably priced boxed set! 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)

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Thursday, January 18, 2018

Story Spotlight - The Hockey Player's Heart by Jeff Adams & Will Knauss

Many thanks to V.L. for letting me talk about The Hockey Player’s Heart, which is a Dreamspun Desires category romance that I co-wrote with my husband, Will Knauss. The book is a feel-good, second chance romance between New York Rangers captain Caleb Carter and third-grade school teacher Aaron Price. When Caleb and Aaron were in high school, Aaron tutored Caleb in geometry. The boys had crushes on each other that they didn’t admit.

Since this is a tropey, category romance there’s not a lot of angst. Even in terms of the second chance, Caleb and Aaron don’t have baggage to sort through in their shared history. Aaron is best friend to Caleb’s older sister and Caleb is a year younger so they ran in slightly different circles as teens. They were more than acquaintances, but they weren’t friends. As they reconnect, both out adults, there’s an immediate desire to catch up with each other and those old crushes can now be fully explored

Here’s the strange thing about writing this book for me--the lead character is a member of the Rangers. V.L. knows I root for (in pretty equal measure) Detroit and Pittsburgh. I grew up in Flint, so the Red Wings are in my blood. My Penguins allegiance goes back to the Lemieux/Jagr days because those two played some beautiful hockey. I’ve stayed a fan ever since. However, I do love Rangers goalie Henrik Lundqvist. There’s nothing quite like watching him tend a net.

Anyway, we made Caleb a Ranger because we wanted the bulk of the book set in upstate New York and Caleb needed to be able to get back to the team pretty easily. I couldn’t allow him to be on either of the other New York teams (with apologies to Islanders and Sabres fans). So, he’s a Ranger.

I hope you’ll pick up a copy of The Hockey Player’s Heart and enjoy the romance between Caleb and Aaron--as well as the hockey that gets played along the way!

Hometown hero. Hockey superstar. Perfect boyfriend?

When hockey star Caleb Carter returns to his hometown to recover from an injury, the only thing he’s interested in is a little R & R. He never expects to run into his onetime crush at a grade school fund-raiser . Seeing Aaron Price hits him hard, like being checked into the boards. The attraction is still there, even after all these years, and Caleb decides to make a play for the schoolteacher. You miss 100 percent of the shots you never take, right?

Aaron has been burned by love before and can’t imagine what a celebrity like Caleb could possibly see in a guy like him. Their differences are just too great. But as Aaron spends more time with Caleb, he begins to wonder if he might have what it takes to win the hockey player’s heart.

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Jeff Adams and Will Knauss are husbands, authors, and podcasters based in Northern California. They write gay romances, sometimes together and other times separately. Jeff also writes young adult LGBT fiction. Together they host Jeff & Will's Big Gay Fiction Podcast, a weekly show devoted to gay romance literature and the pop culture they love.


Wednesday, January 17, 2018

MM Goodness Book Review - Wild Trail (Clean Slate Ranch #1) by A.M. Arthur


Phew! Phew! And phew again! My gosh this book is a hot one and I loved it to bits.

Mix one city boy with one gruff cowboy and stir well. What you end up with is a wonderful, sexy start to what looks to be an amazing series. The author wove the story perfectly, dropping in compelling pasts for our leading men, realistic dialog, a fine mystery, and appealing secondary characters.

Wes and Mack were a great pairing. The romance was nicely paced, the sexual attraction vibrant, and the sex itself was close to melting the cover of my Kindle. I cannot wait to see what Ms. Arthur brings us next. Make sure you grab a copy of Wild Trail as soon as possible and spend some time at the Clean Slate Ranch. You will not be sorry!

5 out of 5 stars 

Monday, January 15, 2018

Tuesday Tales - Picture Prompt

It`s time for Tuesday Tales.

Today we have a snippet from Overtime which is book #4 in the Cayuga Cougars series. In today’s snippet Sander March, our storyteller, meets one of the two men who will steal his heart. The scene takes place at a sports banquet for Twin Tiers athletes.

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!

The dining room was vast, filled with tables all done up in red and white and people in suits and cocktail dresses. One side was lined with buffet tables and the rich smells of garlic and coffee filled the dry air.
“If you’re interested in the woman in the blue dress, she’s not on the market.”
I glanced to my right and got a smile that could shame the moon from a man almost too beautiful for words. Dark brown hair with all kinds of curls, deep brown eyes, skin the color of creamed coffee, and a playful dimple. He was an inch or two taller than my six feet, lean, with long arms and legs. Probably about my age of twenty-six or close to that.
“She’s not my type,” I dully replied, hoping that I could tug my gaze from those soulful chocolate eyes of his before it became obvious I was staring.
“Too old?” He stepped closer, our shoulders brushing.
“Too female.”
“Oh.” He leaned in a little closer, the pressure of his arm growing against mine. “I like older women and hot green-eyed men in suits who forgo that old tie makes the suit mantra.”
“Shit.” How had I forgotten my tie?
“The look works for you. Mateo Castillo. I play centerfield for the Elmira Egrets.”
“Sander March. Baseball huh?” I took the offered hand and shook it. A nice warm sizzle happened when skin met skin.
“Yeah, minor league, double A. And you play what?” Mateo still had my hand.
“Hockey, up in Cayuga.” I tugged free and got a sassy wink from the centerfielder. “Not sure why I’m here to be honest.”
“Yeah? Do you suck?”
Okay, now that could be taken as a come-on or as a slam if one didn’t catch the glimmer of mischief in his eye.
“No, actually, I’m leading my division in goals and am tied with my winger for assists.”
A couple sauntered by, nodded, and then continued to the buffet tables.
“Then that’s why you’re here. They must have seen you play. Want to grab some food and a table?” I could see that people were now starting to move toward the buffet tables. “We can sit and talk sports until we both lose and go home all sad and dejected.”

Copyright 2018 ©by V.L. Locey


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Wednesday, January 10, 2018

Coach's Challenge Release Day

The Venomous Pole is back!

It’s been one amazing ride getting to know Vic. Every time I think I’m done with his stories, he reveals something new to me. He is one complicated man with layers that I doubt I’ll ever fully be able to reveal. It’s a joy to be able to bring you another story for these two men, now a happily married couple with a child!

Fans of Victor Kalinski and Dan Arou-Kalinski can grab their copy of Coach’s Challenge today at any of the fine eBook retailers below:


Victor Kalinski and his husband, Dan Arou, are living the dream. Married for over a year now, the couple have settled into life in Cayuga surrounded by friends, family, and a team that’s poised to make another championship run. Each man is enjoying professional success as well as personal bliss. Who knew life in the suburbs with a spouse and a child could be so darn satisfying? Not Vic. K, that’s for sure.

The happy times are about to turn rough, though. The Cougars have picked up a new player, Sander March, a brash young center whose sass, skill, and attitude can rival Victor’s. When it’s revealed that this new player and Dan have history, tensions begin to rise between the newlyweds.

As Victor and Dan work on those issues, the one person Victor never thought he would meet arrives in the small New York hamlet and proceeds to flip everything in Vic’s life upside down. Can Victor and Dan’s marriage withstand what life is about to drop on it, or will the challenges be too much for them to handle?

Tuesday, January 9, 2018

A Sit Down with Vic and Dan

There’s a fun little interview with Victor and Dan over at Cathy Writes Romance today! Since tomorrow is release day, and Vic will be unable to pick his big head up off the pillow after reading what he hopes will be glowing reviews, we opted to run the interview a day early.

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Monday, January 8, 2018

Tuesday Tales - Twig

It`s time for Tuesday Tales.

Today we have one last snippet from Last Defense, Harrisburg Railers #5, an MM hockey romance book coauthored with RJ Scott. Next week I’ll have a new book rolling so as RJ and I will have finished with this story.
Our word prompt today is “Twig”. This scene takes place after something rather traumatic happens. What that is remains a secret until the book comes out on 5/16. *wink*

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!

“Ben, I’ll be right here. You’ll be safe. Sleep.” He ran his fingers along my jaw. Bucky licked my face. Max turned off the light and pulled the drapes shut. I vaguely heard him calling to the dog. That was all I remembered. I think Max woke me up to swallow some pills. Then there was heat on both sides of me: man on the left and dog on the right. Nothing much wiggled in after that. When I woke up I was facing my dog. 
“Hey, Winter Soldier.” I reached out to pet him and grimaced. Ouch. Man, flesh wounds hurt big time. Bucky leaped down from the bed, ran in circles while barking, and then jumped back up while I was slowly working on sitting up. I heard someone heavy coming up the stairs. Max flew into the room like Satan was nipping on his heels, beautiful eyes wide.
“Why is he barking?” Max asked. Bucky yipped a greeting to my lover then flopped down next to me.
“He’s happy I woke up, I guess.”
Max’s entire body exhaled in relief. “Scared me. I thought…well, I thought something had happened or someone--,” he shook that off, looking brittle as a dry twig. “Not important. You look better.”
“Yeah, I feel better, I guess.” I glanced at the clock beside the bed. It was five after five. No wonder I felt rested.
“You want something to eat?”
“In a bit. Now I want a shower and a toothbrush.” I pushed to my feet and Max was right there. “I’m good. Really. It’s just a flesh wound,” I said in my best Monty Python manner.
He wrapped me into a hug that I stayed in for a long, long time. Bucky snuffled at our legs, doing his best to wiggle in between us.
“Silly pooch,” Max smiled, reaching down to scratch Bucky behind an ear. “Go shower. Dinner’s covered. We’ll eat and then we’ll talk.”
“I love you.” I just wanted to say it because it needed said. Often. Every day, hell every hour if possible.
“I love you too.” He kissed my brow then padded off, Bucky opting to stay with me as I showered and pulled on some clean briefs, shorts, and a soft tank top. Lowering and raising my arm hurt. I was not action hero material, I guess.
When I stepped into my tiny kitchen a big man was putting plates on the table. Just two plates but my gosh there had to be twenty casserole dishes scattered over the counters. I threw Max a befuddled look. He shrugged.
“The Rose of Beulah congregation has been busy.”
“Well I guess so,” I murmured as I studied the pans of lasagna, chicken casserole, tuna casserole, red beans and rice, and macaroni and cheese. Pies and cakes were stacked up by the coffee pot which, praise be to Jesus, was full of fresh coffee.

Copyright 2017 ©by V.L. Locey


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