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MM Goodness Book Rec -Playing the Point by Ashley K. Broome

#MM #Hockey #Romance 

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In hockey getting traded was never easy. Henny knew his trade was coming but he wasn't prepared to go from the Seattle Thunder to playing for what used to be his biggest rivals on ice, the Dakota Crusaders.
He planned to hide everything about himself that prompted the trade. With the preseason over and the regular season in full swing, Henny can only hope that the Crusaders will think he's worth what they paid for him.
He wasn't expecting the current captain of the Crusaders, Matthew Doherty to look past his former team and welcome him onto the team. The way they clicked on ice and how the entire team worked together made the trade easier. Now if he could stop staring at Doherty and focus on hockey, that would be great. He didn't need a repeat of what happened in Seattle. He just wanted to play hockey.


MM hockey romance? Uh, yes please and thank you! I can never get enough. Truly. It’s an addiction that I really do not want to find a cure for. Since I love the genre so much I’m always tickled to come across a new gay hockey romance from a debut MM author.
It’s obvious that Ms. Broome knows the sport. You can feel that in every on-ice scene. The author also weaves a lovely romance here, one that’s filled with tenderness. It’s a perfectly paced discovery between our two leading men and that’s fine. I really enjoy a slow-burn sort of attraction that builds and builds until things burst into roaring flame. The relationship between Henny and Doherty felt realistic as it grew. The friendship that gradually evolves into something more was quite well done.
Overall, this is a great start for a new MM author and I will be anxiously awaiting the next one in the Crusader series!

MM Goodness Book Review -Playing the Point by Ashley K. Broome

#MM #Hockey #Romance 

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In hockey getting traded was never easy. Henny knew his trade was coming but he wasn't prepared to go from the Seattle Thunder to playing for what used to be his biggest rivals on ice, the Dakota Crusaders.
He planned to hide everything about himself that prompted the trade. With the preseason over and the regular season in full swing, Henny can only hope that the Crusaders will think he's worth what they paid for him.
He wasn't expecting the current captain of the Crusaders, Matthew Doherty to look past his former team and welcome him onto the team. The way they clicked on ice and how the entire team worked together made the trade easier. Now if he could stop staring at Doherty and focus on hockey, that would be great. He didn't need a repeat of what happened in Seattle. He just wanted to play hockey.


MM hockey romance? Uh, yes please and thank you! I can never get enough. Truly. It’s an addiction that I really do not want to find a cure for. Since I love the genre so much I’m always tickled to come across a new gay hockey romance from a debut MM author.
It’s obvious that Ms. Broome knows the sport. You can feel that in every on-ice scene. The author also weaves a lovely romance here, one that’s filled with tenderness. It’s a slow-paced discovery between our two leading men and that’s fine. I really enjoy a slow-burn sort of attraction that builds and builds until things burst into roaring flame. The relationship between Henny and Doherty felt real as it grew. The friendship that gradually evolves into something more was quite well done.
Overall, this is a great start for a new MM author and I will be anxiously awaiting the next one in the Crusader series.
4.5 out of 5 stars

Tuesday Tales - Strong

 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 “strong”. In today’s scene we get to know Gatlin Pearce, tattoo artist and creator of original helmet art for professional goalies. Next week Gatlin will spend some time with Bryan Delaney, back-up goalie to Stan and the man who just may steal his heart. 
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!







“Are you positive about this?” I had to ask because part of my job as a tattoo artist is to make sure that my customers are happy with their ink, not just now but forty years from now. Getting a lover’s name placed anywhere on your body as a permanent fixture is dicey. When you’re nineteen and want that name inked into your cock? Yeah, someone needs to sit you down and give you the fatherly talk. I wasn’t a father, but I was an uncle which was kind of the same only better.“I mean, are you reallypositive about this, Tim?” The young man nodded vigorously. “I love Dixie.”“Yeah, I can see that you do bud, but I loved my old boyfriend Rex too. Until the day I came home last year to find him moving out. When I asked why he said his feelings for me were waning and that he’d come to care about me as one would a dog.”Tim blinked at me, his soft brown eyes growing dull. “That’s harsh.”“Yep.” I folded my arms over my chest, waiting for Tim’s rabidly strong love of Dixie to spur him to say she would never leave him. As his brain struggled with the shot of reality old man Gatlin had just laid on him, ELO played around us, filling my small personal area as well as the rest of the shop. “Here’s what we’re going to do,” I finally said as Tim sat there looking like a dumbstruck opossum. “I’m going to give you a week to contemplate this idea. If you come back in seven days and are still committed to getting Dixie’s name permanently inked on your dick, I’ll gladly take your cash and do the work. Deal?”He looked crushed. I hated to be the one who brought him down, but chances were in a year him and Dixie would be done. Probably she would feel for him as one does a dog. Ugh. Fucking Rex. Someday I’d get over that parting shot. Or not.“Yeah, sure, okay. Dixie was really excited about it though…”He rose from the adjustable tattoo chair, which strongly resembles a chair from a beauty parlor, and sauntered out, his shoulders slumped and his steps shuffling. I ran my hands over my face and pushed up off the small stool that I sat on while doing inkwork. “Another dream crushed,” Jess said as she slipped into my area, her blue eyes glittering with trouble. I looked at my niece, frowned, and then smiled. She was so much like me it was scary. My older brother Garrett often said if he didn’t know I was gay he would have sworn I’d slept with his wife and Jessamyn was the result. “He’ll thank me when Dixie crushes more than his desire to see her name on his prick,” I replied, reaching up over my head to stretch out my back. Things popped and cracked.







Copyright 2018 ©by V.L. Locey & RJ Scott
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Pucks & Percentages Issue #5

No fooling, the next issue of Pucks & Percentages written with Rj Scott is now live! Wonder what Taz and Mike are getting into this week? 



Issue #5

Holiday Sale on Snap Shot!

For three days only - March 30 to April 1 - you can get Snap Shot, Cayuga Cougars #1, on sale for .99 cents! Grab your copy today before the price goes back up and fall in love with Mario and Lila tonight. 



#Trans #Bi #Hockey #Romance 







Nook: http://tinyurl.com/mj8srsbiBooks: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/id1223664737Amazon: http://tinyurl.com/lc6mngbAmazon UK: http://tinyurl.com/l5pnpvdKobo: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/snap-shot




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? 

A Hat Trick of Questions #3

Since I had a few days between books I finally have time to answer another three questions from the members of my readers group! I love doing these hat trick posts and hope you all enjoy them as well. So, let’s get right to this month’s trio of questions!

Do you have any pre-or post-writing rituals?
This could be a two-part sort of question for me when discussing the pre-writing rituals. Since I hardly plot, my pre-writing rituals are slim. I do jot down a fairly detailed character bio for each leading man and set up a playlist for my storyteller, to get a better feel for him and his personality and musical tastes. I do like to have my blurb and cover art done before I begin writing, so I suppose that could be part of the pre-writing ritual.
When I’m ready to write I’ll generally just flop down in my chair, bottle of water or coffee close by, open that Word document, and start writing. It’s a very organic experience for me.
As for the post-writing ritual, when I type “The End” on a book I leap out of my chair and engage in a funky author celebration dance.


How often does what you plan for a story conflict with the characters in a story?
Being an organic writer aka pantser, what I have planned for a story is never known to me beforehand, save for a few key points that I might want to touch on. If it’s the last book in a series, then I have to be a little stricter with making sure I wrap up any loose ends, but other than that, my characters have permission to take the story where they feel it needs to be.

What music do you listen to while writing - if you do, please let us have a sneak on that.
Generally, I don’t listen to music while I write as I find the lyrics too distracting. Same for TV’s being on or someone talking to me. I’m one of those grumpy authors who crawl into a cave and pull a rock in front of the entrance. That being said… since I saw Call Me by Your Name, I have been playing the soundtrack on a steady loop. And yes, even while I’m writing now. I still have to stop and listen to Sufjan singing when his songs come on, but other than that I’m finding the music highly motivational and not too disturbing.

Pucks & Percentages - Issue #4

Happy Sunday! Hope you're ready for another issue of our new serial MM hockey romance! I know I'm eager for more. If you are as well, follow the link below to find this weeks post. Thanks for reading along!


Pucks & Percentages Issue #4

Story Spotlight - Snap Shot, Cayuga Cougars #1

#Trans #Bi #Hockey #Romance #Cougars 





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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 fullyintended, 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.

MM Goodness Book Review - See the Light (Safe Harbor Book #1) by Cassandra Carr

Hockey player Jason Monroe lives a double life—star defenseman and soon-to-be Olympian on the ice and closeted gay man outside the rink. A serious relationship is out of the question, and Jason makes do with anonymous sex in barroom bathrooms, not willing to take the chance on coming out as gay in a decidedly macho sport.

Adviser to the US Olympic hockey team Patrick Parker knows a thing or two about being a professional hockey player who’s not out. He’s fifteen years older than Jason, and when he senses the sexy younger man is interested, he knows he shouldn’t give in to the attraction. The two men can’t keep their hands off each other, though, and with each heated encounter it gets harder to hide their relationship. Then their world blows up around them, forcing them into the limelight. Will their love survive or be put on ice?



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We all have boxes. Sometimes we get lucky and get those boxes ticked. If your boxes are like mine, you’re going to want to grab a copy of See the Light by Ms. Carr as soon as you can! Let me share the boxes this book ticked for me—
Hockey -Tick
MM Romance – Tick Tick Tick Tick 
May/December – TICK
Erotic as Hell – Tick Tick
Romantic and emotional and touching and powerful – Tick Tick Tick

I loved everything about this book. The story, the characters, the hockey, the romance, and the sex were all perfectly penned. It will be a great addition to the books on your MM sports romance shelf.

5 out of 5 stars

Tuesday Tales - Pale

 It`s time for Tuesday Tales.


Today we have an excerpt from A Star-Crossed Christmas, which is a Cayuga Cougars short story being written for a hockey holidays anthology coming out later this year!
Our word prompt today is “Pale”. In today’s scene, our two new lovers are reconciled after a fourteen-day separation.
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!



Those fourteen days were the longest fourteen days ever on record. Thankfully they were over now, and Shaun was sitting behind the Cougars bench, wearing one of my sweaters, looking so tan and so amazingly handsome I was crazed to get this stupid game over with. We’d had ten minutes at the airport to hug and kiss. That was it. Then I had to be here for the game which was taking so long. Oh my God. Why did we play three periods anyway? It wasn’t like we didn’t know we had this game locked down. We were ahead by a goal and this was our game, our two points. I glanced at the clock as the action was all down at the other end of the ice. Two minutes left. I heard the crack of a puck off the glass. My attention returned to the game, where it should be, and I saw Ron Plassy of the Broncos pick up the puck after it ricocheted off the glass. Ron was a defenseman, and generally not a big offensive threat, but he came down the ice like someone had strapped rocket boosters to his skates.
He threw his shoulder to the right, pulling me that way. I knew as soon as I moved in that direction it was a mistake. Ron’s deke was brilliant. I had hardly any time to recover, so I planted left skate to pipe and spread my legs wide, jamming my right skate into the iron as well. The puck bounced off my toe, rolling back at Plassy. He jumped on the rebound and took another shot. I threw my blocker up. The puck flew back over my head and down the back of the net. Play was whistled dead. I sat there on the ice, stunned that I’d pulled those two saves out of my ass. The Cougars fans were cheering my name. I couldn’t see Shaun from where I was seated in the crease, but I hoped he had been somewhat impressed.
An hour and another win later, I pushed out of the Cougar dressing room, tie dangling and jacket in hand, crazy mad to get to Shaun. He was hanging out with the press corps, chatting about his win in Aspen and his aspirations to be picked for the Olympic team again. The hallway was packed, and I wiggled past some fat guy in a polo shirt holding a phone in the air. Shaun was nodding at something one of the reporters had said when his gaze met mine. A smile that could melt the polar ice caps lit up his face. My feet felt big and stupid.
“There’s my friend, Mitch.” Shaun broke from the media, thanking them for their interest in his career, and walked to me, brown eyes sparkling.
We didn’t say anything to each other. I think we were kind of afraid to speak in case we got gushy or something. Walking side-by-side we played things off as casual until we rounded the corner. We both made a lunge at each other, bouncing off a Coke machine, mouths sealed. I pawed around behind me for a door as Shaun lapped at my mouth. I found a knob, turned it, and we fell into the room, pulling at each other’s clothes like starving jackals.
“Mind if we take pictures for later masturbatory use?”
Shaun and I leaped apart, lips wet and a little puffy, breathing jagged, and turned to look at Coach Kalinski sitting at his desk, smirking, as his husband lounged in a chair in the far corner. Dan looked like a cat who found his way into a budgie shop. I felt myself pale.
“I uh, we… he and I - it’s kind of… this is my friend.”
Victor smiled at my fumbling. “Yep, I can see how friendly you are. You catching all the friendship these two are sharing, babe?”
“Yep, lots of friendship,” Dan replied as he fought not to laugh.





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