Sunday, September 16, 2018

Breakaway - Issue # 6





Ready for more Breakaway? I sure am! Just follow the link to the MM Hockey Romance site to catch up with Goog and Sam...





Monday, September 10, 2018

Tuesday Tales - Bridge





It`s time for Tuesday Tales!



Today we have a snippet from Touch of a Yellow Sun., Colors of Love #2, my current MM hockey romance WIP. In this opposites attract tale instigator and on-ice pain-in-the-ass Marek Hafer and yogi Shey Pierson find themselves living next door to each other. Talk about conflicting professions! Will the two men’s personalities clash as well, or will they be able to find some common ground to build a relationship on?

Our word prompt today is “Bridge.”

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!




Shey rustled around a bit, his breath hot and sweet moving over my chest. I closed my eyes and tried to focus on him and how warm he was, how firm and strong pressed up against me. Focusing on those sensations, I let the sound of his breathing combine with the yoga music that was still playing out in the kitchen. It seeped into me, easing the stiffness of muscles that had been worked hard on the ice and off last night. My bed-partner wiggled closer, sighing in his sleep. I drifted off with him tight to me and the cat’s back foot resting on the humped-up bridge of my nose. Thirty minutes later, I woke up again.
I reached for Shey and found a cat curled up on his pillow. Sitting up, groggily, I listened and heard him puttering around in the kitchen, humming along to what was now some old folk music playing on the stereo. Not ready to face the day yet, I fell back into the warm bedding, inhaling the smell of him, me, sex, and coconut on the linens.
“Good morning,” he called from the doorway. I rolled my head to look at him. He’d pulled on that sexy robe from last night and had pulled his hair into this gnarled up sort of a bun. My dick, already hard, throbbed. “You look well-rested.”
He walked in carrying two yellow mugs of tea. I could not take my eyes off the man, or the flash of bare leg that sexy robe gave me with each stride. My fingers itched to touch him.
“You look edible.”
“Sit up, flatterer, and drink this.” He waited until I was upright and then carefully handed me a mug. As soon as the smell hit my nose I made a gagging sound. His lips twitched. “It’s not that bad, truly. Now sip that while I go gather up the oils. I want to cleanse your chakra before you go in to work.”
       “Skate, it’s morning skate. And my sacral area is just fine. Want to see?”


Copyright 2018 ©by V.L. Locey

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Sunday, September 9, 2018

Breakaway #5








And so another Sunday has arrived, and with it, the next issue of Breakaway over at the MM Hockey Romance site. I wonder if Sam and Goog are going to be able to work things out...




Wednesday, September 5, 2018

New York Nightwings Collection Release Day!






#MM #Hockey #Romance #Collection




The Nightwings Complete Collection contains all three novellas in the New York Nightwings MM hockey romance trilogy.


The first two—On Broadway and Rookie Moves—were previously available in the Changing on the Fly charity anthologies. The third novella—Transitions—is a brand-new story written just for this collection. All three books are filled with passion, romance, humor, and fast-paced hockey action!
The set includes -


On Broadway (New York Nightwings #1)
Rookie Moves (New York Nightwings #2)
Transitions (New York Nightwings #3)


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Monday, September 3, 2018

Tuesday Tales - Bone





It`s time for Tuesday Tales!



Today we have a snippet from Touch of a Yellow Sun., Colors of Love #2, my current MM hockey romance WIP. In this opposites attract tale instigator and on-ice pain-in-the-ass Marek Hafer and yogi Shey Pierson find themselves living next door to each other. Talk about conflicting professions! Will the two men’s personalities clash as well, or will they be able to find some common ground to build a relationship on?

Our word prompt today is “Bone.”

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 sipped my tea, wishing it was straight bourbon. That would dull me faster.
“Do you know who Tennessee Williams is?”
I threw him a befuddled look. “Country singer?”
“You’re thinking of Tennessee Ernie Ford.” I shrugged and gulped more tea. Sometimes I was a real bone-head. Next cup was going to be all bourbon with a dash of tea-colored water over rocks. “Tennessee Williams was a playwright. Cat on a Hot Tin Roof, Streetcar Named Desire?”
“Yeah, I’ve seen the movies.”
“Okay, so you know his work.” He wiggled closer, his need to touch not completely unwanted. His hand on my thigh felt good. “He once said that ‘Hell is yourself and the only redemption is when a person puts himself aside to feel deeply for another person.’ Maybe you’ve only just gotten to the point where you can begin to truly find redemption because this might be the first time you’ve set yourself aside to feel deeply for someone else.”
I stared at the pretty man I adored openly. He raised a slim golden eyebrow.
“How do you do that? I mean, how do you touch things inside me that I don’t even touch? How do you know what to say all the time?” I really wanted more tea followed by more Shey.
“You’re not that complex of a man to read, Marek.” He squeezed my thigh. “I think you’ve finally started the journey of self-awareness and self-love.”
“Uh, nah, I don’t think there’s much self-love in me. I love you, and I think it’s you that’s doing all this good stuff for me.”
“No, no, I’m not.” He tucked a leg under his ass then settled those eyes of his on me. “I’m merely a guide. You’re the one doing the hard work. I’m just taking you across the river of doubt by pointing out the rocks that are safe to step on. Meditation, yoga, opening yourself to new ideas, loving someone.” His nose crinkled. “That sounded really egotistical, as if you’d never loved anyone before I came along.”
“I did, I guess. Sort of.” I leaned over to steal a perfect little kiss. “None of them made me look at myself though, not like you do.” I cupped his face, his chin resting in my palm. “So where do I step now?”
“You’ll have to look deeper inside yourself to find that answer.”
“That’s a crappy reply for a wise yogi man like you.” I took another taste of his lips. “Maybe you and me can work on that over this holiday break the league give me.”




Copyright 2018 ©by V.L. Locey

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Sunday, September 2, 2018

Breakaway - Issue # 4







Are you ready for the next issue of Breakaway? I know I am! If you are as well just follow the link below to the MM Hockey Romance site--

http://mmhockeyromance.com/breakaway-post-4

Monday, August 27, 2018

Tuesday Tales - Funny





It`s time for Tuesday Tales!



Today we have a snippet from Touch of a Yellow Sun., Colors of Love #2, my current MM hockey romance WIP. In this opposites attract tale instigator and on-ice pain-in-the-ass Marek Hafer and yogi Shey Pierson find themselves living next door to each other. Talk about conflicting professions! Will the two men’s personalities clash as well, or will they be able to find some common ground to build a relationship on?

Our word prompt today is “Funny”.

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, so this was a first.

People waiting for me outside the players entrance dressed up in ears and whiskers calling themselves Hafer’s Hamsters as if it were a thing of pride. Nary a cuss word or rubber rat was being hurled at me. Nowhere, and I mean nowhere, had I ever had fans like this small knot of numskulls. Most fans in the leagues above us looked down their noses at the players like me. Some understood the role we played but they were always outgunned in online discussions, so anyone like a Marek Hafer was a troll who needed routed from the ranks. Maybe here in the hills fans weren’t as snooty about things, or perhaps they were drunk.

Whatever. They were here, asking for autographs, and having a good time and isn’t that what sports is all about? The twenty of them were a vocal bunch, kind of like me. We bonded instantly.

Stepping out onto home ice with the arena three-quarters full was a treat. Sure, there were a few scattered boos but mostly cheers when the starting lineup was introduced. My backers squeaked like hamsters when my name was called. It was funny as shit. A few stuffed hamsters hit the ice as did a Frisbee and a can of beer. Ah, the minor leagues.


Copyright 2018 ©by V.L. Locey

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