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Wednesday, August 17, 2016


A bit about the book:
 Venom defensive coach Dot "The Shadow" West has made a nice life for herself. She's found a new position on an up-and-coming women's professional hockey team, her daughter is thriving, she gets along well with her fellow coaches and her players admire and respect her. She's proud to have accomplished so much by herself. Everything is running smoothly in her life with no help from anyone, thank you very much.

Sadly, there's one annoying glitch in Dot's new life, and it's in the form of good-looking Theo Grier, former Wildcat goalie and co-host of a controversial sports talk radio show based in Philadelphia, home of the Venom. When Dot loses her cool and calls in to spar with Theo on the air her structured and solitary existence takes a sudden unexpected turn. Before she can hip check the smug fool out of her life she somehow ends up working with him on a new talk radio sports program.

Can she defend her heart against the unwanted feelings Theo is stirring up? Or will she continue to guard herself, and her past decisions, against the offensive moves being made by the ex-goalie? The only man to ignite her passions - and ire - in years?

"Security lets you down here?" I asked.
"I'm an old 'Cat. They love me down here," he informed me. I walked past him and began to pull on a mitten. "I thought maybe we could grab a cup of coffee and discuss the show next Monday." That made me pause for a scant moment but just for a moment. I kept walking and dressing. Theo caught up to me with ease. His legs were as long as a thoroughbred's. "Did you hear me?"
"Yes, I heard you. I then chose to ignore you." I wrapped a red and black scarf around my neck, nodded at Eddie the security guard stationed by the staff/players entrance, and then stepped out into a freezing cold Philadelphia night.
"You plan on treating me this coldly forever?" Theo asked as I slid past him. If he thought holding the door open for me would chill me out, he was sorely mistaken.
"Probably," I said with my eyes locked on my blue Honda Pilot. "My grandmother always said that the best way to deal with a wart was to freeze it."
"Ouch," Theo chuckled while keeping up with my pace easily. Each breath out clouded in front of my face. "I hope I'm just a finger wart and not an anal wart."
"Oh, you're an anal wart. One of the biggest ones that I have ever had the misfortune to encounter," I parried as my Honda got closer and closer. Theo jumped ahead of me to bar my path. I gave him a lethal glare. He smiled and held out his hand. I eyed it warily as if it were an asp ready to strike.
"Coach West, I think we need to start over," Theo said as his hand hung in the cold air. I raised my eyes from his big hand to his face. Then I gave him a strong "Please spare me" look. The man didn't have the sense to stop trying to be sexy. A gust right off an iceberg howled around the Houseman, lifting Theo's white scarf high into the air behind him. "It's a pleasure to meet you in person, Coach West. I'm Theo Grier, ex-goalie and world's largest walking anal wart."
I snorted and glanced up at the LED parking lot light wobbling overhead.
"Could that have been a smile I saw on 'The Shadow's' face?" Theo asked. I rolled my eyes then shook my head.
"It was a tiny sneeze."
"Right, a sneeze," he said with just a hint of skepticism. "Maybe you should shake my hand so you can get out of this nasty cold weather. A hot cup of coffee at the Black Boar Bar & Grill might be just what you need to help thaw out, Coach West."
"For your information, Mr. Grier, I do not need to thaw out. I'm quite comfortable, toasty warm, hot even," I replied keeping my arms crossed over my chest.
"Yes, that you are," Theo said in a vibrating voice that had dropped just a smidgeon. There was something about his voice, the way he held himself, and that damned large hand of his still waiting for mine that made me feel a trifle too warm inside my coat.
"Flattery will get you nowhere, Mr. Grier." I pushed around him.
"How about honesty then," he said and then planted his massive self in front of me once again.
"You're persistent, I'll give you that," I sighed.
"When I see something I want, I go after it."
"And you want me?" I asked.
"Yeah, I want you to shake my hand and join me for coffee," he countered smoothly. I studied his face then with a huff extended my hand, all toasty warm in my mitten, to him. His fingers curled around mine, making my hand glow like a red coal in a fire pit. We shook slowly, one could have said sensuously, but handshakes with mittens blocking the skin-to-skin can't be sensual, can they?

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V.L. Locey loves worn jeans, yoga, belly laughs, reading and writing lusty tales, Greek mythology, the New York Rangers, comic books, and coffee. (Not necessarily in that order.) She shares her life with her husband, her daughter, one dog, two cats, a flock of assorted domestic fowl, and two Jersey steers.
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Gone Writing Publishing Backlist Books and Upcoming Releases
Pink Pucks & Power Plays (Book One of the To Love a Wildcat Series)
A Most Unlikely Countess (Book Two of the To Love a Wildcat Series)
O Captain! My Captain! (Book Three of the To Love a Wildcat Series)
Reality Check (Book Four of the To Love a Wildcat Series)
Language of Love (Book Five of the To Love a Wildcat Series)
Final Shifts (Book Six of the To Love a Wildcat Series)
Clean Sweep (Book One of the Venom Series)
Twirly Girl (Book Two of the Venom Series)
Tape to Tape (Book Three of the Venom Series)

Coming Nov. 16…Roster Addition (a To Love a Wildcat hockey romance novella)

Torquere Press Backlist and Upcoming Releases
Two Guys Walk Into an Apocalypse (Part of the He Loves Me For My Brainssss anthology)
Two Guys Walk Into an Apocalypse 2: It Came From Birmingham
Two Guys Walk Into an Apocalypse 3: He's a Lumberjack and He`s Undead
Love of the Hunter
Goaltender`s Penalty
All I Want for Christmas - A Toms & Tabbies Tale
Early to Rise - A Toms & Tabbies Tale
 Every Sunday at One (Part of the 2013 Charity Sip Anthology)
 Night of the Jackal
An Erie Halloween
An Erie Operetta
An Erie Garden Party
Back to the Garden (Also part of the Mythologically Torqued Anthology)

Ellora`s Cave Backlist and Upcoming Releases
Bound, Boarded and Bagged
Two Man Advantage
Game Misconduct
Full Strength
Shutdown Pair
Long Change

Independent Releases
Coming October 5, 2016…On Broadway (part of the Changing on the Fly M/M hockey romance charity novella)
Coming Dec. 20, 2016…Holly & Hockey Boots (a gay erotic holiday hockey romance)


Tuesday, August 16, 2016

Tuesday Tales - Word Prompt "Gray" - Maggie's Story continues...

Welcome! Thank you for stopping by. Maggie's Story continues this week. Last week she and John were caught in bed by Mr. Roberts, their employer. Will he fire them? Read on and find out.


            Maggie’stomach s soured and she lost her appetite.
            “I can’t afford to lose my job,” she said over coffee at the kitchen table.
            “You won’t.” He took a sip.
            “How can you be so sure?”
            “They need us. We provide a nice life for them. They don’t have to lift a finger.”
            “Help is cheap.”
            “Not good help. Besides, we could go to work lots of other places.”
            “As a team. Probably get more money, too,” he sniffed.
            Maggie liked working for Mr. and Mrs. Roberts.  But she’d never give up John, just because her employer caught them in bed together.
            “So you’re sayin’ you’d leave if I got fired? These things are always the girl’s fault.”
            John took her hand. “You’re my life, Maggie.”
            “Pish, tush, John Elderidge! Stop your sweet talkin’.” She fiddled with the hem of her gray apron.
            “You don’t believe me? I’ll bet the Mister calls me in as soon as they get back. It’ll be okay. You’ll see.”
            He leaned over to kiss her. Maggie wanted to believe him, but the last time someone said they’d fix things for her, it hadn’t turned out well. She figured she’d always be on her own.

The couple worked readying the apartment for the Roberts’ return. Exhausted, Maggie went to bed early. John picked them up at the airport. He noticed a slight difference in the Mister’s attitude. After John carried the bags into the bedroom, Mr. Roberts called him into the study.
            “Drink, sir?”
            “A shot of brandy, John. Why don’t you join me?”
     The manservant swallowed, being offered a drink with the master was not a good sign. He’d heard from others that it meant termination. John poured with a shaky hand. He placed one glass on the end table next to the leather wing chair.
            “Sit, John,” he said, closing his fingers around the glass. The servant did as he was told and took a healthy gulp of his drink, steeling himself. Mr. Roberts cleared his throat.
            “Mrs. Roberts and I talked about you and Maggie,” he said, pausing for another sip.
            John’s nerves kicked up. He’d never been sacked before.
            “Yes, sir?”
            “Well, we think. Wait. Weren’t you dating some other young woman?”
            “I was, sir. But I prefer Maggie.”
            “I see,” he said, nodding. “You have good taste. The only thing is, well, we don’t want a steady stream of women in and out of the apartment, if you get my drift.”
            “I do, sir. And there won’t be.”
            “Maggie’s it? The one?”
            “Yes, sir.”
            “And does she feel the same?”
            “I think so, sir.”
            Mr. Roberts grinned. “That’s what we’d hoped you’d say.”
            “Thank you, sir.” Relief washed through John.
            The men finished their drinks and retired to their rooms. Now John had to get Maggie to agree to marry him. And quickly.

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