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Tuesday Tales - Picture Prompt

It’s time for Tuesday Tales!

Welcome back! This week is our picture prompt week and all posts must be 300 words or under and reflect the chosen image. Today we have a snippet from The Good Green Earth, Colors of Love #3. In this excerpt Nate is visiting Bran’s cabin 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!

 “No, you didn’t they’re just…it’s been a weird sort of day.” He turned off the heat under the pot and walked around an island that held a shiny sink. “I told my aunt and uncle about us, of course, and June has been pushing your name into everyone’s ears. She means well but most of these people were friends or associates of Jim’s, lawyers and such, so now they’re eyeballing me and you and…it’s just been weird. I’m glad you’re here though.”

“Wow, that’s quite the hello,” I said then awkwardly chortled. “I can leave if it makes things less weird.”

“No, no, you do not leave,” he stated adamantly as he stepped in front of me. “This party is for you and them to meet. If they don’t like it they can go home.”

I held out my hand. He gave it a long, studious appraisal before clasping it. “If I kissed you right now would that freak people out?”

“I might freak me out but go for it,” he whispered.

I tugged him closer and tasted his lips, just a quick peck and lick, but it helped ease the lines around his beautiful eyes.

“Taste like spaghetti sauce,” I whispered, taking one final fast taste before he grew too anxious and pulled back.

“Meatballs. I think everything is ready. I hope you came hungry.”

“I did.”

“Good.” He released my hand and we toted out the first of many pans of food.

After my plate was full I pulled a plastic Adirondack chair to the tree line and planted my ass in it. From back here I could eat in peace and hopefully avoid the curious stares of Jim’s old friends. And his uncle. His aunt was beyond cool, singing along to some old song about paving paradise and parking lots that Maggie had belted out during the dessert round. The brownies were becoming more and more suspect. The judge ate three. I hoped he got stoned off his ass. That would be funny. Bran kept looking at me as he moved through his guests. I smiled but remained on the periphery of things. He finally broke free and came over to where I was seated with Pongo at my feet. Dog liked bits of meatball.

“I’m sorry,” Bran opened with as he dropped down into a crouch beside my chair. “This is not the party I should have introduced you at. I just…”

I wiped my fingers on my shorts and pushed them into his hair. His sad gaze met mine. “It’s a fine party. I’m just happy here observing and feeding Pongo.”

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Copyright 2018 ©by V.L. Locey

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Tuesday Tales - Blade

It`s time for Tuesday Tales!

Today we have a snippet from The Good Green Earth, Colors of Love #3.

Our word prompt today is “Blade”. This snippet is from about a third into the book when Nate sneaks into a local rink to watch kids playing summer league hockey.  

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!

Pulling my cap down to my eyebrows I took a seat behind the home goalie, a tall kid who liked to move a lot in his crease. Goaltending coach needed to settle that boy on his skates. The practice was a good one, lots of quality info being passed along to the summer league boys and girls. The Ponies. Yes, that was the name of our sponsored youth team. The Syracuse Ponies. Fucking righteous moniker if you asked me. I sat there for maybe twenty minutes, enjoying the shit out of the cold air in my lungs and the rasp of skate blades on ice. Man, I wish I were playing now. I so needed the love that only hockey and Jacob had ever given me.

Then out of nowhere, a face appeared on the other side of the glass. The goalie, still in his mask and gear, rapping on the tall wall of Plexiglas trying to get my attention. I smiled at the kid then tapped the brim of my black hat with two fingers. He grinned, turned, and began shouting to his coach and teammates. I slithered down in my seat a bit, but it did no good. I’d been outed. Within ten minutes I was out on the ice in my sneakers, my calves freezing, talking to the Ponies about concentration, discipline, and focus. Their coach, an older guy with big ears and a bigger smile by the name of Will Dickenson, nodded throughout my impromptu speech.

I shook hands and signed a few sticks before I was pulled to the bench by the coach while the kids skated off to change. He waved at the home bench. I dropped down to it, ignoring the unhappy looks from the mothers behind us. Probably they didn’t want a felon like me being around their kids. That was justifiable to some extent.

“Nate, I’d like to thank you for taking the time to talk to the kids. They’re all huge fans of yours,” Will said, his hand pumping mine steadily.

“Totally my pleasure,” I replied as he sat down, my fingers still in his.

“Look, I know this is pushy…” He released my hand before plowing ahead with whatever it was he wanted to ask. “Rumor has it you’re spending the summer in town.” I wasn’t sure how to reply but Will slid in before I could formulate an answer that didn’t make me sound like a drunken loser. “I’m not going to touch on why you’re here. You made a mistake. You’re working to fix things. That’s what a man does, he owns up to his faults and works on improving them.”

I caught the quick sort of shady look he tossed to the women behind us. “Thanks. Not everyone sees it that way.” Me included but now was not the time to get into all that.

“We have no control over others. So, the thing of it is, I was wondering if you’d be willing to stop by here and there during our games and maybe just give us your thoughts on our performances. Maybe talk to them about hockey, your experiences, stuff like that. I know you’re busy, so it could only be a monthly thing…”

Copyright 2018 ©by V.L. Locey

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A Star-Crossed Christmas Release Day

🏒🏒  Out today in Kindle Unlimited an Amazon exclusive  🏒🏒

A Star-Crossed Christmas (A Cayuga Cougars Short) 

If you missed this in the Hockey Holidays Charity Anthology then you may want to grab it in KU or for $0.99 

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Being the new man in the crease can be tough. Mitch Adams, former back-up for the Cougars is now the main man in goal, replacing August Miles, who was recently called up to the pros. There are lots of new things happening in Mitch’s life and not everything is because of hockey. 

Two years ago, he shared an explosive kiss with his childhood friend, Olympic snowboarder, Shaun Sandbeck. Since then, Mitch has been more than a little confused about a multitude of things pertaining to who he is, his sexuality, and the fact that he can’t stop thinking about that kiss and how he wants more. 

For Mitch, going home for Christmas is a chance to find his focus and face the man who caused all this confusion. Is it possible for the two men to untangle lust from love, and find a future together that works? 

(Previously published in the Hockey Holidays Anthology) 

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November Reads & Recs

November had some amazing books! 

Below are my reads for the month, all 4 or 5 stars and highly recommended. 

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Push (Music in Motion Book #1) by BL Morticia (MC/IR Gay Romance) - 4 Stars 

Amazon

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Skating on Chance by Susan Scott Shelley (Gay Hockey Romance) - 5 Stars

Amazon

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Private Charter by N. R. Walker - (Gay Romance) - 5 Stars 

Amazon

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Mr. Frosty Pants (Home for the Holidays #1) by Leta Blake - (Holiday Gay Romance) - 5 Stars

Amazon

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Backlash - Winter's Wrath Book #1 - (Bisexual/Poly Rock Star Romance) - 4 Stars 

Amazon

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Goldilocks and The Bear - (Holiday Gay Romance) - Clare London - 5 Stars

Amazon

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Santa Daddy - Keira Andrews - (Holiday Gay Romance) - 5 Stars

Amazon

Book Spotlight - Improper Fraction

#mm # contemporary #romance #newadult 



O’Malley Ramsey, math aficionado, grew up next door to Garrison Rook, All-American athlete. While O’Malley dreamed of numbers and kissing Garrison, Garrison’s tastes ran to home runs and hot chicks. During a family celebration the night before both young men were heading off for college, O’Malley joyously discovers that Garrison isn’t quite as straight as the star athlete had been pretending to be. Vows to return to each other quickly followed a few clumsy kisses in the old treehouse in the Rook’s backyard.

O’Malley came home to Garrison. Garrison never returned to O’Malley.

Four years later, the two ex-friends meet up at a summer camp where O’Malley is serving as a counselor. Garrison is desperate to make things right with his childhood friend, but can O’Malley, still nursing the pain and mistrust of Garrison’s betrayal, ever forgive or love Garrison again?

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Tuesday Tales - Potshot

It`s time for Tuesday Tales!

Today we have a snippet from The Good Green Earth, Colors of Love #3.

Our word prompt today is “Potshot” and in this excerpt we drop into a conversation between Nate Zinkan, the wild boy of the AHL who has been recently arrested for another DUI, and his agent, Arn Toras. This dialog takes place after Nate has been sentenced. 

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!

“Okay, then you have to stop being such a wild man. The drinking, the parties, the clubs, the attitude, the sexual antics, the drunken driving. It has to stop. Nate, look at me.” I forced myself to glance at Arn. He was a handsome dude for someone in their forties. Lean, smart, always well-dressed, and nice. Nicer than my older brother was that the hell was for sure. “Do you understand that you could have killed someone while driving under the influence?”

“I was barely over the legal limit,” I quickly fired back. Fuck. One stupid joy ride with the championship trophy in my new convertible Mustang and this mess was the result.

“That’s not the point. One beer can cloud a person’s judgement. What if you had plowed into a family instead of a tool shed out in Cazenovia. What if someone had been inside that shed looking for a weed eater?”

I nibbled on the inside of my cheek. “I know. I just…we were celebrating.”

“I know, kid, I know, but every decision we make has consequences. You skipping college to jump into the game, leaving Ohio, picking me to represent you, all good decisions.” I snorted. He went right on talking like a father or something. “You have the goods to make it in the pros, but you keep shooting yourself in the foot. Professional hockey teams do not want troublemakers. And you’re one more fuck up away from being branded troublesome and then you know where you’ll be playing? Not in Manhattan that’s for sure. This organization will trade your ass to the first team or league that expresses an interest, and that won’t be many. But maybe you want to play for some shitty little team in the outer reaches of Bungholia?”

“No, I want to play on Broadway,” I said with conviction, my gaze moving over the people of Syracuse enjoying an early summer day as if my life wasn’t imploding like a house of cards.

“Then use this summer to get your act together. Work hard, stop being an ass, and when training season comes make sure you show up in shape, ready to play, and without that hoodlum attitude you’re so famous for.”

“Hoodlum,” I repeated then chuckled. “Dude, you are hideously old.”

“Yeah well, I might be outdated but I’m not spending my summer picking potato bugs off plants.” He slapped my thigh and pushed to his feet. “You want a ride home?”

“Uhm, yeah, I guess I’ll need a lift since I don’t have my license anymore.”

“Really sucks to be you right now,” he said then ambled off whistling, his briefcase swinging back and forth. That was a pretty righteous potshot. God, what a merry asshole Arn Toras could be. And what a shit day this had been. And I suspected come tomorrow at nine in the morning, things were going to get a whole lot worse.

Copyright 2018 ©by V.L. Locey

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