Love For All Seasons

Greetings! I have another release to share with you! This one includes two of my favorite ladies in my chatty chicks morning sprint group.

(Morning sprint group: individuals who meet online for a set amount of time (length of time varies) and write while drinking coffee, or in Emily’s case cocoa.

Drumrolll please!  * buzz your tongue like the wife in Christmas vacation waiting forChevy Chase to  plug in the lights*

Love stories for all seasons.

RJ Scott brings authors together in an MM anthology that reveals true love always deserves a happy ending, whatever the season.

With characters who find love in a New York park, or on a college campus, in the middle of a snowstorm or in the heat of summer, ‘Love for all Seasons’ delivers romance for everyone.

 

 

Including stories from three authors, new to the world of writing MM romance.

 

 

 

 

This is a charity anthology with all proceeds going to The Albert Kennedy Trust https://www.akt.org.uk/ ,

and The Matthew Shepard Foundation  https://www.matthewshepard.org/.

 

The price is  $2.99 with all proceeds going to the above charities.

 

TITLES

RJ Scott – The Last Chance

V.L. Locey – Brioche for Two

Annabelle Jacobs – Beach Boys

Chris McHart – Favorite Flowers

DJ Jamison – Special Nights

Cathy Brockman – Winter’s Chill

EJ Smyth – Who do you love, My Valentine

CM Valencourt – Sweeter than Honey

 AVAILABLE NOW!

BUY LINKS:

UNIVERSAL BUY LINK – www.books2read.com/LoveSeasons

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B07C81TYH6

Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/816746

Barnes and Noble: to follow…

Kobo: to follow…

iBooks: to follow…

GOODREADS LINK

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/39755654-love-for-all-seasons

 Love for all Seasons, anthology

RJ Scott – The Last Chance www.rjscott.co.uk | rj@rjscott.co.uk | twitter.com/Rjscott_author | instagram.com/rjscott_author | bookbub.com/authors/rj-scott | pinterest.com/rjscottauthor

V.L. Locey – Brioche for Two – http://tinyurl.com/ksul5rs  | facebook.com/pages/VL-Locey/124405447678452 | pinterest.com/vllocey | goodreads.com/author/show/5807700.V_L_Locey  | http://thoughtsfromayodelinggoatherder.blogspot.com/

Annabelle Jacobs – Beach Boys – http://www.annabellejacobs.com | mailto:ajacobsfiction@gmail.com | facebook.com/ajacobsfiction | bookbub.com/authors/annabelle-jacobs |

Chris McHart – Favorite Flowers – https://chrismchart.com | ChrisMcHart@gmail.com | facebook.com/profile.php?id=100008256641886 | twitter.com/ChrisMchart | amazon.com/Chris-McHart/e/B00PDRNXP4 | goodreads.com/author/show/9832555.Chris_McHart | https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/Chris2McHart

DJ Jamison – Special Nights – mailto:authordjjamison@gmail.com | bookbub.com/authors/dj-jamison | amazon.com/DJ-Jamison/e/B0141MML1S | goodreads.com/DJ_Jamison |www.tinyurl.com/djandcompany |facebook.com/AuthorDJJamison | http://www.readingdj.com | https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/DJjamison

Cathy Brockman – Winters Chill – http://cathybrockman.com | twitter.com/Cathy_Brockman | goodreads.com/author/show/6427897.Cathy_Brockman | amazon.com/-/e/B007BPYWJC | facebook.com/cathybrockmanromancesi

EJ Smyth – Who do you love, My Valentine – www.ejsmythauthor.com | facebook.com/ejsmythauthor | twitter.com/ejsmythauthor | pinterest.com/ejsmythauthor |https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/EJSmyth

CM Valencourt – Sweeter than Honey facebook.com/cmvalencourt | twitter.com/cmvalencourt

Who doesn’t love some romance, right?

Write on my friends, write on!

Ellie

 

Snap Shot – Cayuga Cougars #1

Snap Shot – Cayuga Cougars #1  by V.L. Locey releases today! This is an LGBTQ Erotic Hockey Romance.

 

Goodreads Link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/34429408-snap-shot

 Blurb:

 Mario McGarrity has been around the block – and rink – more than a few times.

He’s creeping up on retirement age, has some dings and dents, and says what’s on his mind. Not exactly what most would consider a luxury ride, but his beautiful Lila – the transgender woman who stole his heart – loves him like no other woman ever has despite a little rust here and there.

Everything is good – no, great – aside from the distance issue, until a surprise from Lila’s past crops up and moves in with her. Can Mario be the family man that Lila needs, or is this one game the old vet is unable to skate in?

 

R-rated Excerpt:

“Every time I see you in my bed, I have to wonder what I did to get so lucky.”

Her hand wiggled between my legs, her warm fingers cupping my balls then squeezing. My legs spread for her of their own accord. The ice pack fell off my lower back. I figured she might pick it up and fuss, and I was right.

“I can’t imagine anyone thinking that having a washed-up hockey player in a kilt rolling around on their fancy pillows is lucky.”

My cock was pinned between my stomach and the bed. She began working on the muscles up by my shoulders after placing the ice pack back where it belonged.

“It takes a special man to come back to my bed,” she said while her strong fingers dug deeply into my flesh. It felt fantastic. “Most come once, pun fully intended, and then they leave, curiosity abated, never to be heard from again.”

I rolled onto my back to look at her. Her eyes widened slightly.

“Okay, that is total bullshit. Any man should be dropping to his knees and thanking God Almighty for a woman like you.”

“And I love that you think so.” Her gaze was tender for a moment, then it flittered from my banged-up face to my cock. The tip of her pink tongue moved over her lower lip, her eyes growing smoky and sensual. “I wish you’d keep ice on that nasty.”

“I’ll be fine. I’ve had much worse, trust me. Why don’t you lose that nightgown and shawl and plant that sexy ass right here?” I patted my thighs.

She struck a thoughtful pose, her long yellow fingernail tapping her chin, her red lips pursed. I wanted to roll her onto her back and laugh all at once.

“Come on, baby. I drove all the way from Cayuga for some sweetness.”

Her gaze flickered to me right before she reached up to push her hair from her face theatrically.

“That’s true.”

With that pronouncement, she stood. The shawl shimmied from her shoulders to the floor. I grabbed my cock and ran my thumb over the weeping head. A shudder ran through me. She stood with her back to me.

“You sure you’re up to this, Seamus?” she asked with a coy peek over her broad shoulder.

I tugged on my hard dick in reply.

“You do have a way with words,” she sighed humorously.

“You want a redhead with flapping gums, hook up with Kalinski.”

“If he and Daniel weren’t wed, I’d do so, and happily,” she teased, pushing one thin strap off her shoulder.

“Over my dead body,” I snarled, just as she wanted.

The other strap shimmied down her arm. I gave my dick another tug, my gaze locked on her as she wiggled free of her nightgown, slowly revealing her bare body.

“Fuck,” I moaned when she turned to face me, arms over her head in a pose aimed to titillate.

It worked. Oh man, how it worked. She was stunningly beautiful and as sexy as a fucking pagan goddess. I ached to get my hands on her, but I knew she had a wee bit more prancing to do.

  

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

 

V.L. Locey loves worn jeans, yoga, belly laughs, walking, 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.

When not writing spicy romances, she enjoys spending her day with her menagerie in the rolling hills of Pennsylvania with a cup of fresh java in hand. She can also be found online on Facebook, Twitter, Pinterest, and GoodReads.

Author Links:

Website: http://vlloceyauthor.com/

Facebook- https://www.facebook.com/pages/VL-Locey/124405447678452

Twitter- https://twitter.com/vllocey

Pinterest-http://www.pinterest.com/vllocey/

Goodreads- http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5807700.V_L_Locey

My blog- http://thoughtsfromayodelinggoatherder.blogspot.com/

 

Other Books by V.L. Locey

Gone Writing Publishing M/F 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)

Roster Addition (A To Love a Wildcat novella)

Angle Play (Book Four of the Venom series)

 

Coming 5/3/17… Playmaker (An F/F Venom series novella)

Coming 11/1/17… Flow (Book Five of the Venom series)

 

Independent LGBTQ Releases

On Broadway (Part of the 2016-2017 Changing on the Fly M/M charity hockey anthology)

Holly & Hockey Boots (An M/M holiday hockey romance novella)

Point Shot Trilogy Boxed Set

 

Coming 2017

Coming 4/6/17… Snap Shot (Cayuga Cougars #1)

Coming 6/1/17… Goaltender’s Penalty (An M/M hockey romance novella)

Coming 7/12/17… Changing Lines – Harrisburg Railers #1 – Coauthored with Rj Scott

Coming 8/1/17…Open Net (Cayuga Cougars #2)

Coming 9/27/17…Finding the Edge (book #1 of the Brighton Wood Blades series)

Coming 10/17 – Rookie Moves (Part of the 2107/2018 Changing on the Fly M/M charity hockey anthology)

Coming 12/1/17 … First Season – Harrisburg Railers #2 – Coauthored with Rj Scott

Thanks for stopping by, be sure to go check out Vicki’s latest!

Write on my friends, write on!

Reality Check

My good friend and writing pal V.L. Locey has done it again! She shoots she scores! 

I have the privelege of being in a morning sprint group with this lovely lady. She is inspiring, encouraging and down to earth real  and not afraid to tell it like it is.  I have the utmost respect for her! Plus, she kicks my butt frequently!

Today marks the release for her latest addition,  Reality Check (Book 4 of the To Love a Wildcat Series) by V.L. Locey

BLURB:

The team owner/head coach relationship can be a tenuous one at times. Isabelle Lancourt can testify to just how stressful it can be. Ever since her husband passed away, leaving her his beloved Wildcats, she and Philip Moore have been at loggerheads. When the opportunity to sign a Russian hotshot presents itself, Isabelle leaps at the chance to prove herself as more than just a pretty face. Dealing with hot flashes, salary caps, and trade deadlines she can handle with ease. The aftermath of an ill-advised, but erotically superb, rendezvous in Siberia with the handsomely annoying Coach Moore? That was not in any Wildcats playbook. Can Isabelle and Philip handle the changes life is about to throw at them? Or will combining their personal and professional lives prove to be a misconduct penalty that the league simply cannot overlook?

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 Excerpts: 

“I hate to be termed over-reactionary or whiny bitch,” I opened with. The man crammed into a seat two sizes too small for him mumbled something unintelligible across the thin aisle. “And far be it for me to complain, but I think the left wing is about to fall off.”

Within a heartbeat Moore was out of his seat and leaning across me. My nose was burrowed into his shirt pocket. That brisk seafaring scent he wore wrapped its arms around my olfactory to hug my sense of smell tightly. I drew in a deep breath, held it, tasted the tang of cologne and man, then exhaled through my mouth. Philip shifted a bit.

“Sorry,” he murmured, his bulk sliding downward a bit, so that his stomach rested on the rickety arm of my mouse-chewed seat. “I think it’s just the bounce of the plane over the turbulence,” he announced after a long, and not unpleasant, moment of his abdomen brushing my breasts. When I made a weak sound of hope in reply, he glanced from the window to me, a small twist of a smile playing on his lips. The impact of our positions hit me like a cinderblock to the head. His mouth was mere inches from mine now. I could see him swallow roughly. His jaw and neck were dark with new whiskers. I wanted to feel the rasp of his stubble on my neck, breasts, and inside my thighs. I wanted. Oh, hell yes, I wanted.

The blue of his irises darkened as I studied my reflection in his eyes. Was it desire I saw, or something else profound and powerful? Love and hate share lots of secrets, being such close friends as they are. The plane hit a ball of violent air. My head coach nearly went to his knees in front of me. My fingers dug even deeper into the arms of my seat. Philip gathered himself quickly, wiggling from the space between my knees and the crummy seat in front of me.

“Sorry,” he coughed, hurrying back to his own seat. I nodded, neck tight, spine stiff, heart hammering, and thighs twitching. “You remind me of Christine,” he said out of the blue. I managed to make my head creak around to look at him. The man was in control once again. Wish I could be so quick to move from one frightening thing to another. Shit, I was still freaking out about the way my body responded to his. “She didn’t mind flying until we hit turbulence,” he explained, wistfully.

“Every time we would run into a rough patch, her eyes would grow bigger.” He paused to find me looking at him. “She had these wide eyes anyway, so she always looked surprised,” he clarified. I nodded, knowing how important talking about our lost ones is. “Anyway, when she would feel the slightest jounce up she would go, eyes as big as basketballs, and into the ladies’ room she would dash. Once, on a flight down to Florida to see our youngest son Drew when he was in college, Christine spent the entire flight in the bathroom.” He chuckled in amusement. The sound was incredibly pleasing. My anxiety lessened a bit. “I used to tease her about the well-known safety features of a ladies’ powder room during a plane crash. Sometimes our fears get the best of us, though. She knew she was just as screwed as everyone else on that plane, but something about that cramped little girls’ room made her feel less vulnerable, I suppose.”

“Colton used to say ‘There ain’t no point in fretting about dying. If the good Lord says it’s your time, then it’s your time, darling!” I tossed out in my best Texan accent. Philip laughed uneasily.

“That sounds like Colton,” he said, running his palms over his thighs briskly. I wanted to ask him how he had dealt with his wife’s death. I knew she had passed a few years back from cancer, leaving him and their two grown sons to carry on. “He was a good man. He’s sorely missed.”

 

 

Author Bio:

V.L. Locey loves worn jeans, 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 steer named after a famous N.H.L. goalie,  a pig named after a famous President, and a flock of assorted domestic fowl.

When not writing spicy romances, she can be found enjoying her day with her menagerie in the rolling hills of Pennsylvania with a cup of fresh java in hand. She can also be found online on Facebook, Twitter, Pinterest, and GoodReads.

I love to meet new friends and fans! You can find me at-

Facebook- https://www.facebook.com/pages/VL-Locey/124405447678452

Twitter- https://twitter.com/vllocey

Pinterest-http://www.pinterest.com/vllocey/

Goodreads- http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5807700.V_L_Locey

My blog- http://thoughtsfromayodelinggoatherder.blogspot.com/

 

Secret Cravings Backlist Books:

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)

 

Go check out her other books as well!  Way to go Vicki!

Write on my freinds, and read a good book!