Greetings my wonderful readers! One of my goals for this year is to get back to more frequent postings. Between 2 jobs, and writing – yeah it’s like 3 jobs. NO wait, parenting that makes 4 jobs. Yeah, I’ve been stretched a bit thin! Too bad it doesn’t carry over into my physical body!
I’m planning to have guest bloggers at least twice a month for this year. In the past, my guest posts have been a big hit! Plus I get to share and promote my writer friends and their work. If you are reading this and you are a writer, and you have a book to promo – hey give me a holler!! I can promo you too! Hopefully someday soon you can share the love as well.
So, having said all that, today I have a guest blogger. V.L. Locey is one of my writing buddies, we spend many hours sprinting and bouncing ideas off each other. I must admit she is more diligent about it than I am, usually when she’s ready to go I am still doing the day job. By the time I’m able to write she’s often off doing something else by that time with her writing time under her belt. I greatly value her friendship and professionalism.
Speaking of goals . . .
Many thanks to Ellie 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.”
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Write on my friends – and grab a new book to read!
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.
I love to meet new friends and fans! You can find me at-
My blog- http://thoughtsfromayodelinggoatherder.blogspot.com/
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