Monday, January 27, 2014

WELCOME V. L. LOCEY AND HER SEXY HOCKEY ROMANCE, PINK PUCKS & POWER PLAYS





Welcome V. L. Locey!! 
Many thanks to Jean for having me here today! Let me introduce myself properly.
            Hello, my name is V.L. Locey and I am addicted to hockey and romance.
            There, it`s out. Not that I exactly hide my fondness for the sport. I tend to be a rather vociferous supporter of my New York Rangers. I am known to jump, shout, and at times, use bad words while watching a hockey game. I suppose it was only natural that my love for the sport would blossom into a love of the men that play it.
            Now I know many women think that all hockey players are knuckle-dragging bullies with missing teeth. This is just not the case. The world of professional ice hockey is filled with stunningly handsome men who are in their athletic prime. Men who dress with as much care as a GQ cover model. Men who speak with sensual French-Canadian, Swedish, Russian, or Finnish accents. Men who are so hot I wonder how the ice remains firm under their skates.  These are the sort of men that you`ll find in my To Love a Wildcat series.
            And we can`t have a romance without a leading lady, can we? That would be like having a stick but no puck, or a rink with no ice. In my books it is the lady who tells the tale. While my Wildcat books are centered in the world of professional ice hockey, the women are the stars. Each book revolves around a woman that is not your typical romance story heroine. The women of the Wildcats are all different, all strong, and all unique. They range in ages from early twenty to early fifty. Some are tall, some short, some thin, some curvy, some shy, some outspoken, and some live with a disability. Nary a cookie cut gal in the group! While the tone for each novel changes slightly with the leading lady, the romance, character driven plots, and toasty bed-play remain consistent throughout the series.

            In Pink Pucks & Power Plays, the first book of the To Love a Wildcat Series, you`ll meet Viviana Land, a curvy and proud of it reporter and Alain Lessard, star defenseman for the `Cats.  Viviana  just can`t seem to say no to her younger sister. Somehow, the sassy society page reporter gets lassoed into serving as the Busy Bee scout leader for her niece’s troop. One overheated engine and a missed basket-weaving class later, Viviana and her girls find themselves in the Green Hills Ice Rink, facing a world that none of them knew existed. Enter Alain Lessard, the charmingly handsome young defenseman for the Philadelphia Wildcats ice hockey team, who is donating his summer to coach the youth league his team sponsors.

            When our intrepid reporter is given the chance to write the break-out story of her career, Viviana leaps at the chance to pen a tell-all exposé about the media-hating Lessard. Thinking it would be easy to flirt and tease some juicy tidbits out of the jock, Viviana soon finds herself falling for the sensual, younger, kind-hearted man. Will she put aside her virtual pen for a chance to stay at her sinfully erotic new paramour`s side? Or will Viviana finally get away from those mundane bakery openings and library luncheons by using the man she may love as a way to step into the limelight?

How about an excerpt? 
 
*~*
  “Tell me about your house growing up. Was it a small town?” I offered him another spoonful of ice cream. He smiled and accepted after losing the far-away look he had been wearing. Alain launched into a long explanation about his hometown and I, like the miserable snoop that I am, committed every name and anecdote to memory for later dictation to my tablet. After he talked at length and the float was consumed, I stood up and walked to the railing, stepping over sleeping dogs. I leaned my shoulder against the post.
“You seem distracted tonight,” Alain said, stepping up behind me to wrap me in his embrace. His chest was strong and solid against my back. My hands rested on his forearms.
“I should probably check my dress and go home. I have to be up early tomorrow for some insipid luncheon that the mayor`s wife is throwing.”
“I did not know you were friends with the mayor`s wife,” he said casually, his chin resting on top of my head. I went rigid in his arms.
“I don`t really know her,” I hurried to say, forcing myself to relax, “It`s just some luncheon where she plans to announce which charity she`ll work with for the upcoming year. My boss is hoping she`ll name the same charity our law office donates to.”

 “Ah, that would be good. What is the charity you give to? Perhaps I donate to them as well.”
“Oh, well it`s a small local charity named for the town the mayor`s mother was born in,” I said, thankful only the fireflies could see my lying face. I turned in his arms. He smiled down at me, dropping his head to capture my mouth gently.
“What is the name of this town?” he asked between kisses that were growing longer and hotter.
“Petticoat Junction,” I whispered my fingers now in those dark curls of his.
“That sounds like a funny town. Stay the night, Viviana.” He held me as tight as he could, his lips moved gently over mine. “Stay with me here.”
I stayed.
*~*

You can find Pink Pucks & Power Plays here: SECRET CRAVINGS PUBLISHING

  
   V.L. Locey loves worn jeans, belly laughs, anything romantic, Greek mythology, New York Rangers hockey,  comic books and coffee. (Not necessarily in that order.) She shares her life with her husband, her daughter, one dog, two cats, a steer named after a famous N.H.L. goalie, and a flock of assorted domestic fowl.
            V.L. is a self-published and conventionally published author. Her self-published works are the Gods & Goats trilogy, a romantic comedy series revolving around Greek gods, rural lifestyles, and a widowed goatherder. I know, but it works, trust me.
            She is a proud Torquere Press author and her short story Two Guys Walk into an Apocalypse was included in the anthology He Loves Me For My Brainssssss. She also has several books contracted with Torquere for release in 2013, including her Two Guys zom-rom-com books, the Greek mythology romance Love of the Hunter, a short story in the Outserve Charity Sip Blitz, and the hockey novella Goaltender`s Penalty. An Erie Halloween, a novella about shapeshifters, rounds out her M/M backlist. 2014 will bring more romances about shifters, hockey players, and whatever else tickles her muse.
            She is thrilled to be a Secret Cravings author as well. Her To Love a Wildcat sports romance series is her first contract with SCP . So far five books starring the hot men of the Philadelphia Wildcats professional ice hockey team, and their spunky leading ladies, have been contracted. The first novel in the series, Pink Pucks & Power Plays, is due for release in January, 2014.
            When not writing romantic tales, she can be found enjoying her day with her menagerie in the rolling hills of Pennsylvania with a cup of fresh java in hand, writing, or cheering on her beloved New York Rangers. She can also be found online on Facebook, Twitter, and GoodReads.
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Monday, January 20, 2014

TUESDAY TALES - HILL WORD PROMPT



 Jory walked up the hill. She plopped down among the daisies and buttercups. Her pug, Mickey, trotted along after stopping to sniff a tree. He curled up next to her and snored. She picked a daisy and counted off the petals doing the traditional “he loves me.”

She threw down the flower. “What are you doing, Jory? You idiot. He doesn’t love you and you’d better not love him.” Mickey opened his eyelids and yawned.
“You’re right, Mickey. I don’t love him. Hell, I don’t even know him.” She pushed to her feet, slipping the camera out of her pocket, her gaze searched the area for a good picture. Mickey got up and stretched. Nothing caught her eye.
“Okay, okay.You’re right, I was stupid to write him those letters. I should have let Cassie pay for her own mistake. Signing up to write to a lonely guy in the service. She’s such an idiot.” Jory shook her head. She trudged over the grassy field until she found a group of Tiger Lilies pushing toward the sun. She knelt down and snapped a few shots.

Jory laughed as Mickey ran in circles. Her stomach grumbled so she headed back to the cottage. Her aunt Sue was in the kitchen, making sandwiches.

“Out talking to Mickey again?”

“He’s a good listener.”

Sue laughed. “Did he solve all your problems?”

“What problems?”

“Umm, let’s see, a tall, blond, blind man named Bryce, for example?”


Thursday, November 14, 2013

ROMANCE TO REACH YOUR HEART & SOUL

Being grateful for the good things in your life can make you happy. I am immensely grateful for romance readers everywhere, and especially those who read my books. I've joined this blog hop to give back. Here is what you can win: 
Grand Prize winner is: Magic 5905! 10 additional winners are: Miki, Stephanie Verhaegen, Books4me, Holly Letson, Love to Read, HH Kaufman 78, Louisa May 29 
I will be  emailing all winners. Thank you, everyone for participating!

GRAND PRIZE 
ANY 3 of my ebooks  (to total a minimum of $10.00) to one commenter.
ALSO 1 copy of SUNNY DAYS, MOONLIT NIGHTS (sweet) or THE MARRIAGE LIST (spicy) to 10 lucky commenters.

TO ENTER
LEAVE A COMMENT stating one thing you're grateful for OR unscramble one name (can be either first, last or both) from a character from my Hollywood Hearts series below and your email address. I can't award a prize to anyone without their email. Thank you for coming. You don't have to unscramble a name to enter.


From FLOVERS & LIARS?
Hugnret    Liqul

















 From LOVE'S LAST CHANCE


Ridore  Grosred


















 From RED CARPET ROMANCE

  Nasunza  Snarbe
















From MEMORIES OF LOVE

Trang  Lohgsnil

















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Tuesday, November 5, 2013

TUESDAY TALES - HIS LEADING LADY



   
Welcome! This week the prompt word is "abrupt". This is the beginning of my new WIP, prequel to the Hollywood Hearts series. Thank you for stopping by. Don't forget to rejoin Tuesday Tales for stories by talented writers. Use the link at the bottom.   
HIS LEADING LADY
 Boom! The beautiful blonde barreled into Mark’s chest right in front of Jean Louis Designs on Rodeo Drive. He grabbed her upper arms to keep her from falling and stared into the biggest, bluest eyes he’d ever seen. 
The flash of a dazzling, white smile, a whiff of lily of the valley perfume, golden hair and perfect features blurred everything else around him.
     “I’m so sorry,” she said. Or did she? He was so mesmerized he heard sound but not words.
     She stood as transfixed as he, focused on his baby blues, until a man abruptly tapped her shoulder.
     “We’ll be late, Penny, come on.”
“Sorry, I wasn’t looking,” she mumbled.
“No harm, no foul,” Mark muttered, his gaze resting on her generous breasts for a moment before returning to her face.
Toting a shopping bag in each hand, she smiled at him again, and was gone, as quickly as she had arrived. Mark Davis stood in front of the door, transfixed, as if his feet had been embedded in the cement sidewalk.
“Come on, buddy, you’re blocking traffic,” Harley Brennan, his friend and fellow pro football player, said, giving him a nudge.
Mark snapped out of his reverie, and moved away from the tony store.
“Wow.”
“A hottie. Yeah. Geez, they’re all hot here in L.A.” 
“Not like that. Like her. Penny, huh? Wow.” He shook his head and continued down the street, listening to his friend with only half an ear.
Mark returned to the expensive shop several times during his visit to L.A. with Harley, but he never saw Penny again. For two weeks he searched the Internet using her first name, but finally gave up. 
Back in Las Vegas, he buried himself in his workouts and practice with his team, trying to forget her. He went on blind dates fixed up by his teammates, but they never worked out. They weren’t Penny. Even the ones who were guaranteed to sleep with him on the first date held little appeal. He had seen the gold standard and nothing else would do.
     One Saturday night three months after his encounter with the mysterious Penny, he was in the movies with Harley.Then it happened.
     The lights went down and before he knew it, Mark was gazing at a larger-than-life Penny on the silver screen. His mouth got dry, his pulse speeded up. He let go of the girl whose hand he was holding and simply gawked at the screen. 
     “Penny Thatcher,” he mumbled, fumbling in his pockets for pen and paper, after the movie was over.