Wednesday, February 21, 2018

MM Goodness Review - Dead Things by Meredith Russell






#MM #PostApocalyptic #SciFi

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Some of you may not know this, but I am a HUGE fan of zombies. I love the heck out of books/shows/movies about survival in a post-apocalyptic world overrun with shuffling dead folk. There’s just something about watching those last survivors working out how to go on, how to live and love, in a world gone mad that I find wildly appealing. Hence my devotion to The Walking Dead, why I went to see Max Brooks speak at our local college (he was fab by the way), and why I penned an MM series about just such a thing a few years ago. I’m big on the zombies.

So, when I find a great book in this genre with gay leads, I want to shout about it, because they’re few and far between. Or at least I’ve not come across many. Dead Things is a wonderful tale of loss, pain, recovery, and love. The world building is superb, the plot perfectly paced and suspenseful, and the dialog crisp. And then we have the romance, which is done so well and with such regard to the horrors both men have endured, I just wanted to weep in sympathy and joy.


Ms. Russell has done an excellent job and I cannot wait to leap into the next book in the series.


5 out of 5 stars


Monday, February 19, 2018

Tuesday Tales - Cozy




 It`s time for Tuesday Tales.



Today we have an excerpt from A Star-Crossed Christmas, which is a Cayuga Cougars short story being written for a hockey holidays anthology coming out later this year. This short brings Mitch Adams, the new Cougars goalie back home to Conneticut for the holidays. 

Can Mitch and his childhood friend, Shaun Sandbeck, an Olympic snowboarder, untangle the riotous emotions that a shared kiss two years ago left Mitch feeling? Or will they remain star-crossed and lonely during the most joyous of seasons?

Our word prompt today is “Cozy”. In today’s scene, we get to see inside the head of our new goalie. It’s always interesting inside a goalie’s mind, isn’t it?

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!




All that aside, it was an amazing job because I was doing what I loved, what I had dreamed of since I was old enough to stand on skates.  They were big on winter sports back home. Hockey, skiing, figure skating, snowboarding. Liberty Springs – which was located near the base of Mohawk Mountain - had a great rink as well as killer ski trails. We also had an incredible snowboarding park that the Sandbeck clan had been instrumental in getting built.

Shaun Sandbeck was an old friend of mine. Maybe more than a friend if I were being truthful with myself. What we were to each was kind of up in the air yet though. We’d been inseparable as kids until college had led me to Boston U. while Shaun had taken his ability to hit a perfect half cab quadruple back-flip and turned it into Olympic snowboard slopestyle gold. Shaun had been one of three openly gay athletes at the games last year. Him, a skier, and a figure skater. They’d all gone on to win medals and the hearts of the world – or most of the world - for being out and proud.

It had been a couple of years since I’d seen Shaun in person. He kind of haunted me. Not in that classic Scooby-Doo ghost sort of way, following you around while you and Shaggy checked out creepy rooms while nervously eating Scooby snacks. More in the way that we’d been so close and then we drifted apart and then came back and got super close and then we lost each other again. It was as if the fates were making it purposely difficult for us to come together as adults. Adults who might have some sort of attraction thing maybe? Or maybe not. It was such a --

“Mitch, are you done in here?”

I glanced up from the sweater in my hand to see my roommate on the road, Sander March, our first line center, standing in the doorway, shoulder on the jamb, eyebrows raised in expectation, clad only in his boxer briefs. The hotel bathroom was still steamy from my morning shower. I’d pulled on some underwear and my jeans and then had a long walk down memory lane. I’d been doing that a lot lately, mentally slipping back to that last time Shaun and I had been together. Maybe my meandering mind was due to the knowledge I’d be back in Liberty Springs soon. Walking down Main Street, stopping at the Liberty Springs CafĂ© for coffee, and then heading to Sashing and Scrim, the cozy quilt shop that Shaun’s grandmother ran. We’d both worked there every summer as kids, helping with the heavy bolts of material, and being fed Grandma Sandbeck’s cinnamon butter cookies. If I closed my eyes and concentrated, I could smell cinnamon and vanilla and hear Shaun’s mischievous laughter. Shaun and I had our first and only kiss in that quilt shop basement…

Sander cleared his throat.

       “Sorry, yeah.” I tugged the sweater over my head, rammed my fingers through my hair, and called it good.




Copyright 2018 ©by V.L. Locey

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Saturday, February 17, 2018

Saturday Story Spotlight - DJ Jamison's Hearts and Health Volume #1





#MM #Medical #Romance #Contemporary




Hearts and Health: Volume 1
DJ Jamison 

Three full-length novels in a m/m romance series have been boxed up for one price! Sexy nurses with trust issues, overconfident doctors coping with reality checks, and hard-working students come together to find their hearts and health in small-town Kansas. 

HEART TROUBLE – BOOK 1

Fresh off his latest heartbreak, nurse Ben Griggs is wary when one of his patients shows an interest in him — especially when that patient showed up in the ER after a motorcycle accident. Ben isn’t the kind of guy who can hold the interest of an adrenaline junkie like Gage Evans for long. If he can’t find a way to trust Gage with his heart, they may be destined to have a fling that goes nowhere.

BEDSIDE MANNER – BOOK 2

Dr. Paul Johnston can’t get a set of dark, somber eyes out of his head, and the timing couldn’t be worse. Zane Kavanaugh came through the ER, a victim of a hate-fueled assault, and Paul can’t forget him. But under review after a complaint, he also can’t afford to fall for a patient. Paul is afraid to start a relationship, and Zane can only handle so much more rejection. Paul may have to make a choice: His career or the first man to capture his heart.

URGENT CARE – BOOK 3

Dr. Trent Cavendish made a huge mistake when he walked away from the love of his life at age 18. When his best friend suddenly dies 12 years later, it rattles Trent into seeing how empty his life has become. He returns to his hometown, hoping to make amends to the man he left behind. Instead of the sweet but tame guy he remembers, Trent runs into a smoking-hot Xavier James dressed in bits of lace and silk at a gay nightclub. His plan to earn Xavier’s forgiveness immediately shifts to lust, and love’s not far behind.

Each of these books was previously published individually as part of the Hearts and Health series. 

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Wednesday, February 14, 2018

New Release News -Poke Check Railers #4



Happy Valentine’s Day!


Today is a special day for lovers and this post is filled with hockey romance and goalie love. That’s right, the long-awaited fourth book in the Railers series written with RJ Scott, is now live! You can grab your copy of Poke Check today and experience Stan and Erik's whirlwind romance this evening. Or earlier if you wish!






#MM #Hockey #Romance #SecondChance #Baby #Railers #StanTheMan

One scorching summer in each other’s arms could never be enough.

Stanislav “Stan” Lyamin is happy playing for the Railers. The towering goalie is well-loved, respected, and making a home for himself even though that home only contains him, his cat, and his growing Pokemon trading card collection. Stan prefers it that way.
He’d given his heart to a man in a secret affair, and that man walked away, leaving Stan shattered. Now Erik is back in his life, and he has the same tumultuous effect he had on Stan’s heart as before. This time it’s not just a kissable mouth and sweet blond curls that Erik has brought to Harrisburg, there’s a soon-to-be ex-wife and a precious baby.

Despite the vow Stan made to hate Erik forever, he’s now finding it harder and harder to turn away.

Erik Gunnarsson’s dream had always been to play in the NHL, he just never imagined he’d land a contract with the Railers. Who would have thought that fate would put him on the same team as Stanislav Lyamin; the man whose heart he’d callously broken?

Secrets and lies had defined their summer relationship, and the choice that Erik made to end it all haunts him still. In the middle of a messy divorce and with a baby in tow, Erik finds himself back in Stan’s life. Now all he has to do is be the best dad he can be, prove to the team that he deserves the chance to stay on the roster and try his hardest to get Stan to forgive him.

Is it possible to persuade a man who hates you to give love a second chance?






Monday, February 12, 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 our three men, and Mat’s mother, are out celebrating Mateo’s birthday.

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 restaurant Noah had chosen was a family-style sort, because that was pretty much all there was in Varick, New York. The food was good, classic American fare. I had meatloaf and mashed potatoes, Mat and his mother had fried chicken, and Noah had ordered a Chef Salad and then spent most of the meal picking out bits of stuff he didn’t like.

“Why shredded carrots?” Noah complained as he lifted a thin strip of carrot out of his huge bowl of greens with his fork then dropped it into the pile of carrot strips on his napkin.

“You could just eat them,” Mat pointed out, sitting back, and sipping coffee as we waited for dessert to come. Noah, with his need to pick carrots, was still working on his meal when the cake, a round one with pink flowers, candles, and icing, was placed in the middle of the table. Mat glanced at the waiter.

“Sorry, we thought the name was Maria. You’re not a Maria, are you?” the server said, his face as pink as the sugary flowers on Mat’s cake.

“Nope, I’m a Mateo, but it’s all good,” Mat smiled warmly at the flustered young man. “I can totally eat pink frosting.”

“I hate carrots,” Noah grumbled and continued carrot hunting.

“My sister used to tell me that carrots give you good eyesight because you never see rabbits wearing glasses,” I interjected then lifted my hot coffee and took a wary sip.

“What do your parents do for a living, Sander?” Mrs. Castillo asked, stirring some Splenda into her black coffee.

A deadly veil of silence dropped over the birthday table. Mat and Noah both stopped doing what they’d been doing. They knew all about my past, the horrors with Wade, and of course the prison time he was serving. How could they not? They’d witnessed me freaking out that night, flailing and screaming about Wade. They knew it all. They were the only ones who did aside from Dan Arou. 







Copyright 2018 ©by V.L. Locey

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Saturday, February 10, 2018

Saturday Story Spotlight - Seth & Casey by RJ Scott





#MM #Contemporary #Romance


Seth Wild is a fire fighter who has lost everything. Nearly dying in a building collapse, he is scared and angry and chases away the only good thing in his life—school teacher Casey McGuire.
When a sudden and violent snow storm hits their town he receives a message Casey and ten kids are trapped in an education center with no way out. There is no one else who can help, he’s the last fire fighter in town with his bum leg and his icy heart.
He doesn’t hesitate. He always promised he would be Casey’s hero, but will he ever again be Casey’s love?
This book was originally published three years ago with MLR. It has had 9000 words added to it and has a new cover by the talented Meredith Russell.

Monday, February 5, 2018

Tuesday Tales - Angry




 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 “Angry”. In today’s scene, our new lovers begin walking that pleasurable road of discovery with each other.

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!



Noah brushed a stray curl from Mat’s brow. Mat sighed dreamily.
“So, Sander, we have some delicate things to discuss before your hand slips any further up my pantleg,” Mat said. My fingers paused on his ankle. “Noah and I are sero-negative and have been in a monogamous relationship for two years…”
“I know where you’re going,” I quickly stated.
“Are you angry?” Noah enquired, his fingers slipping through Mat’s hair.
“Nope, not at all. You’d be insane not to ask. I’m negative as well, take PrEP, and always use condoms.” My hand continued moving up Mat’s leg, eagerly seeking out his muscular calf.
“Okay, cool. So, Noah and I don’t use condoms anymore, but we will with you for the next six months just to be over cautious. Then, we’ll all get tested together and make a call on things when we have results back?” Mat asked, pushing up to his elbows to look me in the eye. I gave his calf a squeeze. They were saying six months. Six months. As if this would work out. God, please let us still be together in six months…
“That’s fine. I’m sorry to bring that kind of uncertainty into your relationship,” I confessed, rubbing his leg roughly.
“Not an issue. We asked you to hang out with us and were aware that would mean some time booting up. We all have past lovers. As I said not an issue.” He reached for me, his fingers sliding around the back of my neck once I shimmied up a bit. Noah held Mat’s head gently on his lap as I slithered up over Mat, my dick stiff as a sledgehammer. It had been that way the entire ride home.
I threw a look at Noah before allowing Mat to draw me down to his mouth and got a demure head nod. Then, Mat was pressing his mouth to mine, and someone’s hand was on my ass, and my cock was nestled next to Mat’s and my brain sort of had a meltdown on a Chernobyl scale.
Fuck, Mat could kiss. He was one of those aggressive kissers, taking no quarter, jabbing at your tongue with his until you responded. I gave as good as I got, sucking on his tongue then sweeping deeply into his mouth. Two hands moved over my lower back, cupping my ass. Mat’s hands. A third swept over my shoulder, pulling on the collar of my dress shirt, then plucking at the love mark Mat had left there earlier. The twinge of pain made me hotter and harder. I started gyrating against Mat, frantic now to find release.
“God,” Mat huffed breaking the kiss then tipping his head back. Noah bent down to taste Mat’s mouth, his fingertips twisting the marked area of my neck. I scooted up a bit more, gaze on Noah’s long neck. Mat dug his fingers into my ass, trying to keep our cocks side-by-side. My teeth grazed Noah’s neck. He gasped into Mat’s mouth, broke the wet seal of their lips, and let his head roll to the side to give me access. I suckled hard, pulling on that sweet skin with my teeth until I got a low moan from Noah that raced to my balls.
“Oh man that’s…ouch,” Noah hissed when I nibbled a bit too hard.
“I need…more,” I panted against his throat. Mat lifted his ass from the couch, jabbing his dick into mine, his grip on my ass bordering on painful. I kind of fell back over Mat, small fissures of pleasure dancing up my spine from my nuts. “More of that,” I grunted beside his cheek, his teeth finding an earlobe. A shudder rolled through me.
Noah, of all people, was the one who got things past some hot frot. He shoved his hand between us, located my belt, and started working on the buckle. Mat was on the same thought train because as soon as Noah had my belt loosened, Mat was jerking on my pants. The zipper popped, and down the dark gray material went over my ass, baring it to the room. Mat came alive under me, gyrating and rolling around like a live wire.



Copyright 2018 ©by V.L. Locey

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