Sunday, July 22, 2018

Pucks & Percentages Issue # 21








Holy hockey pucks! Can you believe what is going on with Taz and Mike? Dare we check to see if that bumpy road to love has smoothed out any since last week? I can't look. Someone tell me there's some hope! *hides behind hands*


Tuesday, July 10, 2018

Lost in Indigo Release Day!!










 #Gay #Genderflux #Hockey #Romance 



There’s all kind of excitement in the air for Lost in Indigo, Colors of Love #1, which is live today, so let’s get right to the news and links!

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It’s always a whirlwind of jitters kicking off a new series. Worry over if the books will be well-received jangles every authorly nerve, even if you’re an old hand at this writing stuff. Thankfully early reviews are now coming in and readers seem to be loving Lost in Indigo, Colors of Love #1!

The Colors of Love books will be stand-alone hockey romances that will cover a wide variety of tropes such as May/December, Bi-for-You, second chances, and opposites attract just to name a few. Each book will, as all of my stories do, deal with social issues, team dynamics, and personal growth all sprinkled heavily with lots of lusty romance!

Here are a few quick snippets from reviews for Mat and Indigo’s romance –


“I enjoyed this book so much. Indigo leapt off the page. I swear I could almost smell his scent he was that real. Together the men made a interesting pair. Mat’s gruff exterior combined with his soft loving center. Indigo’s incandescence and total love for Mat. Very nice supporting cast (with one exception, but she jumped off the page too). Nice story!”

Ramona – OMGReads Goodreads Review


“Altogether a truly hot read, this book is also an emotionally connected love story between men who shouldn't work on paper but who are perfect for each other.”

Cadiva – Goodreads Review







Mathieu Beresford was so close to seeing his dream come true.

The thirty-eight-year-old captain of the Buffalo Surge had led his team to the final round of the playoffs with his aggressive defensive play and leadership. During the first game of the championship series, he was taken down, and his leg snapped upon impact with the boards. From his hospital bed, Mathieu watched his team go on to win it all.

Adrift in anger, resentment, and the new direction of his life, he returns to his mansion along the St. Lawrence River. Alone and sulking, Mathieu is not prepared for Indigo Neu to enter his life. The genderflux twenty-year-old botany major signs on to play nursemaid, confidant, and groundskeeper over the summer and slowly leads Mathieu out of his confusion––one tender smile and touch at a time.

The deeper Mathieu falls, the more he wonders if being lost might not be so bad after all.






Wednesday, July 4, 2018

Monday, July 2, 2018

Tuesday Tales - Worn





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. Our word today is “Worn”.

 In our snippet today, Jacob and his roommate and fellow Owatonna U. teammate, Ben, the starting goalie, have a little heart-to-heart. This excerpt is from Jacob’s POV.

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’m focused on the fact that I’m going to be late to work and get fired then I’ll be poor and unable to eat,” I replied, shoving to my feet. “Thanks though. I feel loads better.”

“You know what just might make you feel even better?” Ben looked up at me. I shrugged then went to my dresser to find some clean clothes, but they were few and far between. I needed to do laundry today too. Miserable to-do list never got any shorter.

“A raging drunk?” I said as I dug for clean socks and found two that didn’t match.

“Ah no, talking to Ryker and working out this twisted romance the two of you are caught up in.”

I looked over my shoulder, one black sock and one white sock in hand. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. Go back to meditating and doing dog poses dude.”

“Mm-hmm, whatever. I’m just saying that if I had a man who looked like Ryker and was obviously as hot for me as he is for you, I’d be acting on that.”

I had to turn around to look at him now. “Uh, since when are you into dudes?”

“I’ve always been into just about anyone, I just don’t broadcast it. I like my guys a little older is all.”

“Ah, well okay. I’ll for sure meditate on all of that while I scrub pots and mop the floor.”

I opted to go without socks that day. As hard as I tried to not spend my eight-hour shift mulling over the blisters on my heels or Ryker I found myself wondering if maybe Ben had a point about Ryker, me, and the twisted mess that was, at one time, a beautiful romance about to burst into bloom. Fighting the attraction wasn’t working, if anything, it was grinding me down into the ground even deeper. I wanted him still. I’d never stopped wanting him. He brought light and energy and laughter to my life and those were good things. Things that every living thing needed. Things that I needed to survive this world that just kept piling more and more weight on me.

I spent hours staring at soap bubbles and seeing Ryker’s face in the foam. Perhaps if I cultivated this withered and worn relationship with Ryker I’d have someone to help carry the burdens. Oh man, and someone to make me smile again would be super fucking nice. Maybe we could at least be friends if nothing else since I’d probably killed any chance for something deeper.

Maybe instead of trying to choke it out like a weed I should give it a little sun and some fertilizer… I mean, I was a farmer after all. If I couldn’t make good feelings grow then who could?





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

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Sunday, July 1, 2018

Pucks & Percentages # 17









I have to wonder if things in Carlisle have calmed down any since last weeks topsy-turvy chapter!? Time to find out!


Thursday, June 28, 2018

Cover Reveal for Lost in Indigo (Colors of Love #1)





I just LOVE this amazing cover by Designs by Sloan for Lost in Indigo, the first book in my new Colors of Love series! Isn't it simply to die for? 

I'm super excited about the Colors of Love novels. This series will be comprised of stand-alone gay hockey romance novels that will cover a wide variety of tropes such as May/December, Bi-for-You, second chances, and opposites attract just to name a few. Each book will, as all of my stories do, deal with social issues, team dynamics,  and personal growth all sprinkled heavily with lots of lusty romance! 






Release date - 7/10 (There will be no preorder for this book)

#MM #Gay #Genderflux #MayDecember #Hockey #Romance

You can now add Mat and Indigo's book to your Goodreads shelves - 



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Mathieu Beresford was so close to seeing his dream come true.

The thirty-eight-year-old captain of the Buffalo Surge had led his team to the final round of the playoffs with his aggressive defensive play and leadership. During the first game of the championship series, he was taken down, and his leg snapped upon impact with the boards. From his hospital bed, Mathieu watched his team go on to win it all.

Adrift in anger, resentment, and the new direction of his life, he returns to his mansion along the St. Lawrence River. Alone and sulking, Mathieu is not prepared for Indigo Neu to enter his life. The genderflux twenty-year-old botany major signs on to play nursemaid, confidant, and groundskeeper over the summer and slowly leads Mathieu out of his confusion––one tender smile and touch at a time.

The deeper Mathieu falls, the more he wonders if being lost might not be so bad after all.



Monday, June 25, 2018

Tuesday Tales - Naked






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. Our word today is “Naked”.

 In our snippet today, Ryker and Jacob are having spending some down time in their room at conditioning camp in Canada. This excerpt is from Jacob’s POV.

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 could feel his gaze on me. Oddly enough, I was now getting used to it. In truth, when he wasn’t studying me like some new exotic species of bug the scientific community had just discovered, something inside me began searching for his attention, wondering where it was and why he wasn’t looking at me. It was moronic and confusing and made me mad and edgy. Yet, even as the tumbling mosh of conflicting emotions mowed me down like standing hay, I glanced up from my text book to find Ryker smiling softly at me.

“What?”

He threw his feet from his bed, put his elbows to his knees, and smiled even wider, his eyes glowing and intense yet utterly beautiful.

“You remind me of the first guy I ever kissed. He used to do that tongue between the teeth thing that you do when you’re concentrating.”

I had no reply to that. If the man had hit me in the face with a brick I would have been less stunned.

“You’re gay?” I asked, my book sort of sliding from my lap to the bed then closing.

When he shook his head all that thick hair slithered back and forth, the sun making it shine. Must be that fancy shampoo he used.

“Bi, pretty sure I’m bi.”

I had to make some spit then quickly swallow it. All this time I’d shoved the lust down deep because Ryker Madsen had to be straight. He had to be otherwise the sex dreams I’d been having for the past four nights might have a slim chance of coming true.

“So you don’t know?”

He sat up straight and lifted a shoulder. “I mean, yeah, I know. I think.” He hit me with a quirky smile, one that I’d seen him flash a hundred times over the past couple of weeks, mostly at girls. “It’s not so easy finding out who you are sexually, is it?”

“It was for me.” I grabbed my book, found my page, and read the same line ten times before the silence compelled me to speak. He was sitting there, working that smile, waiting, the thin strap of his tank top resting on his bicep, baring the left side of his neck and shoulder. It was driving me fucking nuts seeing that span of skin so exposed. Seeing him naked was all I could think about. I laid my book over my dick, hoping it would hide the raging hard-on. “I knew I was gay when I was twelve.”

“That’s cool.” Our gazes locked over the two feet of distance between his bed and mine. “If you’re willing, can I tell you something personal?”

Fuck. Shit fuck, no, do not tell me that you want to crawl into my bed and let me peel you out of that dusky blue Railers tank because…well, just don’t.

I nodded since talking was not recommended right now. God knows what sort of stupid would flow out of me.




Copyright 2018 ©by V.L. Locey

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