Monday, May 29, 2017

Tuesday Tales - Hug




It`s time for Tuesday Tales.



 Welcome back! “Hug” is our word this week. Today I’m sharing a snippet from First Season, the second Harrisburg Railers book. I’m coauthoring this M/M hockey romance series with Rj Scott and am thrilled to be able to share excerpts with the Tuesday Tales readers!

In today’s post, we get to spend some time with Adler as he does a bit of shopping.

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!





Sitting at a red light, Winger on the stereo, I mulled over how the three main players in this press event had to be feeling. Tennant and Jared were probably hot, nervous messes. Layton too, I wager. He was kind of high-strung anyway. The man needed a hug. I glanced to the right and saw a small boutique. Classy by the looks. Maybe I should grab them all a little something. I checked my Rolex. Plenty of time. Flipping the turn signal on I slid out of traffic and parked.

The inside of the tiny shop was nice. It was a high-end gift shop with some jewelry. Hand-crafted according to the filigreed signs. Inside the glass were some quality men’s gifts. I settled on cuff links for Rowe and Madsen. Matching silver ones, square, classic, and simple. They fit the men, or so I felt.

Layton would be trickier. None of the jewelry felt like him. I meandered around, checking things out: pretty trinkets and little wooden boxes for earrings or bangles. Silken scarves, frilly shawls, brightly-colored ties. Then I found a box holding a silk handkerchief. It was eggshell white with vibrant rainbow thread handstitched around the scalloped edges. Folded and tucked into the pocket of one of his tailored suits, it would the perfect accessory for a hot, professional gay man.

Ten minutes later I was back in my car, Winger’s “Can’t Get Enuff” vibrating out of the speakers, my gifts lying on the passenger seat.






Copyright 2017 ©by V.L. Locey & Rj Scott

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Remembering Those Who Served...





Monday, May 22, 2017

Tuesday Tales - Staple




It`s time for Tuesday Tales.



 Welcome back! “Staple” is our word this week. Today I’m sharing a snippet from First Season, the second Harrisburg Railers book. I’m coauthoring this M/M hockey romance series with Rj Scott and am thrilled to be able to share excerpts with the Tuesday Tales readers!

In today’s post, we get to see some interaction between the two leading men, Adler Lockhart, a Railers player, and Layton Foxx, a social media expert working with the Railers.

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!




One of the equipment managers slid some guards on my blades and I thumped off, face red, stomach all sorts of knotted up, my goal the dressing room. Honestly. It had been my plan to shower and go home to talk to Apollo. Then I’d eat, come back to the barn, and go out there and beat the sass out of Philadelphia. But then I saw Layton Foxx in that tiny room and all my plans kind of went left of center. I stopped on a dime, took a step in reverse, and walked into the press room. His head came up and his eyes – they were incredible stormy gray eyes with thick dark lashes – flared when he saw me. He grabbed the stapler.

“Okay, see here’s the thing…” I used my stick to shut the door. “I don’t think you get how hard it was for me to tell you that I was gay.”

“I really wish you’d open the door.” He held onto that stapler like it was a Ruger or something. “We’re done for the day.”

“Yeah, I thought so too but how you treated me is stuck in my chest.” I thumped on my breastbone with a gloved hand. Layton eyed me nervously. He was so damn enticing in an uptight, corporate way. He needed me to peel him out of that spiffy suit, lay him over that ugly desk, and make love to him until he was loose as a damn goose. I bet he bottomed. I hoped he did. Also, he needed to let go of that stapler. “Are you going to shoot me in the eye with a staple or something?”

“What? No.” He put the stapler down but left a well-manicured hand resting on it. He had nice fingers. Soft looking, like he never did dirty work or tinker with engines. Not that I tinkered with engines either but my hands looked like hockey player hands. Scarred up from fights and being slashed by opposing players. “You need to go though.”


Copyright 2017 ©by V.L. Locey & Rj Scott

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Saturday, May 20, 2017

Tuesday Tales Bookstore







The authors of Tuesday Tales are kicking off a new and exciting monthly feature. We'll be sharing cover art, buy links, and an excerpt from books that came to life in Tuesday Tales. This month I'll be highlighting the third in my M/F To Love a Wildcat series, O Captain! My Captain! in the TT bookstore. 

Make sure you go back to the main blog to look over the other wonderful books written by the  talented Tuesday Tales authors. 



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Free with Kindle Unlimited or $3.99 without KU subscription  






“Oh yah, you telling that little girl to tell me,” he recalled, waving a hand the size of a hubcap from me to him and back again. “You think that’s a grown-up, womanly way to handle it?”

 “Maybe not, but at least I made the effort!” I shot back, losing my train of thought as I stared into his eyes. They had small flecks of gold amid the jade. 

“Oh yah, yah, yah. You made the effort! That was some piss poor effort,” he huffed. “It’s a good thing that I didn’t really think you was all that sexy to begin with.”

 That stung a lot more than I wanted to admit. “Oh yeah? Well, I didn’t think you were all that sexy either with your face hair and crazy Scandinavian Rose Nylund manner of talking!”

We stared at each other for the longest moment of my life. And then some bizarre need to kiss each other grabbed us both and threw us into each other. My back hit the wall of the elevator. Derrick’s arms were wrapped around me like twin bands of steel. His mouth was moving over mine, seeking and tasting. I shoved my fingers into his hair to pull him down to a less neck-wrenching level, then I gave him the access he had been searching for. 

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Friday, May 19, 2017

You're My Best Friend...Sometimes






I have a great affection for secondary characters. They’re a vitally important part of my books, some even going on to have their own books because they’re so popular. *hugs Mario McGarrity* I take great care when making those best friends or roommates that interact with my guys and gals. Is there anything better than a great friend, a wacky roommate, or one of those eccentric goalies?

Secondary characters many times become the voice of reason to our protagonist. They help calm our hero down, pick them up, cheer them on, and sometimes point out the errors of their ways. Those supporting characters keep our hero from being too perfect. They keep them grounded and relatable while sometimes providing help in solving conflict. Just like in real life, our buddies give us a hand when we need it the most.

But, on the other hand, not all secondary characters are friendly. Some are real jerks who push and prod our hero into action, create plot twists, or add drama or upheaval to the story.

In First Season, Harrisburg Railers #2, the book I’m currently coauthoring with the delightful Rj Scott, I have a secondary character who’s a very important part of one of the leading man’s life. I have plans for this supporting character to be the one person that Adler can turn to when faced with the crazy and wild emotions he’ll be feeling about Layton. Hopefully, Apollo will be able to give his best friend some good advice, and if the advice fails, he can boot Ad in the ass when needed.

Who are some of your favorite supporting characters? I’d love to hear about them – and how you feel about secondary characters – in the comments below.









Monday, May 15, 2017

Tuesday Tales - Picture Prompt




Welcome back!



This week is our picture prompt week and all posts must be 300 words or under and reflect the chosen image. In this final snippet from An Erie Uprising, we get a small glimpse of things after the first night of the battle the shifters and their allies have waged against the Elder Counsel.

Thanks so much for dropping by!





Several of the old folks spit on their fingers and made circles to ward off the vampires. That made me think of Rugby and the staff. They had done the same with the merfolk until they grew to know them. There was so much distrust among our kind. Suspicion and fear just for being different. Seems even those in our shifter community had biases. Odd that. Perhaps we all could stand to learn to be more accepting.

“Right, well, you heard my friend Vincente, the Elders remain. Since we don’t know how that fight will go, we need to find hiding places. Pick somewhere that you can wiggle into comfortably. It might be a long wait until it’s safe to come out.”

They broke off and wandered away among the rock formations. I snuck off to strip and shift. Penelope and the old mink – I’d not gotten her name – waited for me. Little Miss Fennec had shifted as well. The first slim beams of sunlight danced on her red fur. My, but foxes were beautiful creatures. Penelope and Mama Mink joined me in searching among the crags and crevasses. We located a nicely sized crack in the rocks that ran far back into the stone. The ladies wiggled in first then I joined them, blocking off the opening with my body. If anyone reached in they’d get a damn good bite. And woe to the fool who pulled me out. I was now all about the spraying first and asking questions later.

The three of us nuzzled and wriggled close, sharing our body heat. I managed to sleep but it was a fitful rest. Every little sound caused me to jerk awake, sniff the air, and squint out into the brilliant fall sunshine warming the rocks. It was during a short period of deep sleep that I was ripped out of the toasty little nook by my tail. That was the wrong end of a terrified skunk to be yanking on, I can tell you that. Whoever had this polecat by the tail was going to regret it.

Copyright 2017 ©by V.L. Locey

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