Wednesday, April 25, 2018

Story Spotlight - Heir Apparent (Part of the Blue Line Collection)








Universal Link

#MM #Hockey #Romance #MayOctober #Goalies 



Superstar Cam Evans is fighting to climb out of a slump that`s growing worse with each day of living in denial. Fresh from the minors, Jacobi Neal is hungry for this chance to play back-up for the legendary goalie. Can two men battle each other, their inner demons, and the sizzling attraction building between them?



Excerpt:

Turns out the Kaufmann Clock was this old, gold clock with naked Grecian men on either side of it. It’s a damned impressive clock that is a Pittsburgh landmark, I would learn later. It seems that it is quite the thing to meet someone under this over one-hundred-year-old clock. It was where I found Cam, bundled up in a thick blue parka, sipping a hot beverage. The corner of Fifth Avenue and Smithfield Street was pretty quiet. I pulled up in front of Macy’s, parked, then jogged over to Cameron.

"You could have picked somewhere warmer to meet," I said.

Cam began walking. I fell in beside him.

"Like where?" the man asked, his face nearly concealed by the huge hood over his head. "Tell me one damned place in this town that we could meet to talk without someone knowing it was us."

I padded along beside him with no reply for his comment. He was right. Everyone knew his face in “The Burgh.” The longer we walked, the more I accepted that I would freeze to death. We made two complete laps in total silence. Cam stopped to drop his empty coffee cup into a trash can. We stood under a streetlight, our breath twin clouds of steam hovering in front of us.

"You have to understand that this…I don’t know how to go about…shit." He stuffed his hands into the pockets of his parka. Again, we started walking.

"Look, man, if I knew for sure what we were dealing with, maybe I could help a little better.” A biracial couple hurried past us. I burrowed into my flimsy coat until all that stuck out of the collar were my eyes.

"I have a daughter. She’s a senior in high school."

"Awesome,” I mumbled into my coat. My forehead was extremely cold. Like ice cream eaten too fast cold. We kept walking that block.

"She is awesome." I peeked over at him. I wished he would drop that fucking hood so I could see his face. "And not aware of how things were with her mother and me."

"How things were, or how you were pretending they were?" I chanced it. What the hell? He would either slug me, call me a motherfucker, or stalk off. Whatever happened it had to be better than roaming around this fucking city block when the temperature was a balmy four degrees. "I mean, that is what you’re dancing around, right? That you’re so far back in the closet you just discovered Narnia? Why not just admit that much to yourself before we both succumb to fucking hypothermia?”

I should have known that Cameron Evans was a man of action. I mean, I followed his career all though my school years. He was fast. My back was against the wall under that old clock before I could register the shove. Cam then got all sorts of in my face. I did not raise my hands. His angry exhalation was flavored with vanilla.

"Are you calling me a queer?"

I shrugged one shoulder. "I call them as I see them. Now, you can either step off or you can kiss me." I threw the challenge out without a second thought. I stared into the shelter of his hood, finding his dark eyes in the shadows. They flickered down to my blue lips. "Whatever you decide to do, do it fast. I’m cold, tired, and hungry."

He did. He captured my mouth with a kiss so aggressive my teeth ground into my lips. Yeah. This was it. This was what I had been pushing him to do…hoping he would do. His hands slapped to the wall on either side of my head. I grabbed his hooded head then ran my tongue over his bottom lip. The tempting taste of his latte lingered on his tongue. Then he lost the fingertip hold he had found on the slippery slope of sexual honesty. Cam stumbled backward. I remained flat to the wall, my lips warmed nicely. He threw horrified looks up then down the street.

"Cam, man, it’s okay. It is okay to kiss a dude on the street. It is totally acceptable."

"No one knows." He pulled his hood even farther over his face.

"Then tell them. Go to your daughter, tell her. Tell your ex-wife, unless she already knows?"

"No, she doesn’t know, but she suspected. I need more time to…think this through."

"Cam, don’t you think you’ve lived a lie long enough, dude?" I asked as he retreated farther into his parka.


"It’s so much easier to hide in the dark," he murmured then left me under the clock, back flat to the wall, lips tender from our kiss.



$0.99 Sale Alert - Open Net (Cayuga Cougar #2)





Grab your copy of this passionate May/December hockey romance for only $0.99 until April 30th. 











August Miles has the world on a string professionally.

Augie, as his friends and teammates call the unassuming young goaltender, is on the fast track to the pros. The starting goalie for the Cayuga Cougars, he has a year or two in Cayuga to hone his skills and all his career dreams will have come true. Pity his personal life isn’t riding the same high. He’s the only one among his group of friends without that special someone to call his own.

Until he meets Salvatore Castenada at a lakeside party. The attraction is white-hot and more than a little wonderfully overwhelming for the romantically inexperienced goalie. August quickly discovers that Sal is everything he’s dreamed of in a man: mature, settled, sinfully handsome, and filled with gentle humor. Sal is also HIV positive. 

Will Sal’s revelation about his status end this budding relationship before it can even begin? Or will the two men be able to handle the challenges life—and a championship run for the Cougars—throws at them?

Monday, April 23, 2018

Tuesday Tales - Wash





 It`s time for Tuesday Tales.



Today we have an excerpt from Goal Line, Harrisburg Railers #6, coauthored with RJ Scott. Our word prompt today is “Wash”. 

In today’s scene things are about to heat up for Gatlin and Bryan.

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 sat there like a drunken frog on a log, staring, my ears hearing the words but my brain unable to get them lined up so that they made sense. I wasn’t sure who this Mitch was, but he seemed to be talking some good talk to Bryan.

“Are you saying that you want to try to make a thing here with me?”

He nodded and bit down on his lower lip. “If you want to try to make a thing with me, yeah. I mean, I totally get that you’d be sick of my shit. How I keep bolting when we get close. If you don’t want me then I—”

“Bryan, maybe we should put our wine down.” His expressive brows dropped down in confusion. “I’d really like to take you into my bedroom and show you just how much I want you, but I’d hate to spill the wine. It’s too tasty to end up on the floor and I don’t feel like washing wine out of the rug right now.”

A slow, brilliant smile was his reply. He put his wine glass on the coffee table. I did the same. Then I stood up and offered him my hand. When he stood up he slid his fingers between mine. He ducked his head down to taste my mouth. I lapped at his lips, eager to spread the taste of that cheeky zinfandel all over his tongue.

Our progress to the bedroom was slow. We had to stop and kiss, touch, peel off clothing, and locate ELP’s masterpiece, Brain Salad Surgery, before we could fall into my freshly made bed. Which was another thing on the list. Make that two things.

Clean sheets. Check.

One of the hottest men ever to grace my life lying naked on those clean sheets.

            Big check.







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

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Sunday, April 22, 2018

Pucks & Percentages Issue #8







Happy Sunday! Another issue of Pucks & Percentage awaits you over at the MM Hockey Romance site.







Thursday, April 19, 2018

Charity MM Anthology Release Day!







You can grab your copy of Love for all Seasons, a charity MM romance anthology with 5 established authors and 3 brand new authors who have worked with us on their first publishing journey. That’s 8 stories of love and romance to make you smile!

Established authors are V.L. Locey, RJ Scott, Annabelle Jacobs, Chris McHart, DJ Jamison. Our newbies are Cathy Brockman, EJ Smyth, and CM Valencourt.


The cost is only $2.99 with ALL PROCEEDS going 50/50 to The Albert Kennedy Trust and the Matthew Shepard Foundation.

Wednesday, April 18, 2018

Life is a Stevie Wonder Song Release Day!







#MM #Contemporary #Romance #MayDecember #SelfDiscovery 


My re-released May/December contemporary romance novella, Life is a Stevie Wonder Song, is live today! This lovely little story of sexual self-discovery takes place in the Catskill Mountains of New York. It’s a short but sexy read with a new cover and a brand-new epilogue! Kindle Unlimited members will be able to read it for free but those who aren’t in KU can pick it up for only $0.99 exclusively at Amazon for three months.




 Blurb:

Authors know that their muse is a fickle creature. Best-selling spy novelist Steven Ramsey has been in a hate-hate relationship with his inspiration for months. When Steven's publisher lays a legal ultimatum upon him, with a rapidly approaching deadline, he knows he must do something to kick-start his creativity or face the unemployment line. His daughter comes up with a possible answer: a summer camp for the creative soul. With nothing to lose, Steven packs up his laptop, phonograph, and beloved record albums and heads from Greenwich Village to the Catskill Mountains.
There, among a horde of college students attending for extra credits, is Declan Pomeroy, a photographer of fey creatures who is twenty-two years younger than Steven. The woods are a magical place, and he quickly finds himself falling under the spell of the free-spirited photographer. Confusion wars with desire as Steven succumbs to the feelings welling up inside. But, sadly, summer camp always must end. Can a man who has just found himself really leave the person that makes his heart sing?



Monday, April 16, 2018

Tuesday Tales - Picture Prompt


It`s time for Tuesday Tales.



Today we have a snippet from Goal Line, Harrisburg Railers #6, written with RJ Scott. 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!



“Should I leave the door open for your cat?” Bryan asked as he side-stepped the cat snoozing by the door.
“He’s not my cat.” I shucked off my coat and flung it to my favorite old recliner. I took a deep breath and turned. Bryan was closing the door gently, as if scared he would pinch the slumbering cat. It was quite the endearing sight. And there it was again, that stupid, giddy feeling. For fuck sake. This was moronic. You’d think I’d never been kissed before.
“You want something to drink?”
“No, I don’t want to have a sloppy head, and we’re going to be opening the season soon.” He took his coat off and laid it right where it had lain before. I couldn’t help but check him out. His black jeans fit him well, as did the long-sleeved shirt he’d pulled a soft gray vest over. “Are you mad at me?”
“No, not at all. I’m feeling a little ratty to be honest,” I joked, tugging at my favorite sweater, an old rust-toned one that Rex - that prick – had given me. “This is pretty much dressing up for me.” An old sweater and worn Levi Strauss. Typical Gatlin Pearce.
“You look good. I mean…” he slapped a hand to the back of his neck. “Good like dressed good for a party. Casual. I always feel like I need to be…uhm – do more.”
Shit this was uncomfortable. I could feel the erotic pulses dancing between us but had no idea how to move on them. It felt like I’d run face first into a brick wall.
“Let’s sit down.” There, that was good. Sitting was better than standing. Christ on a saltine I was an idiot.



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

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