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Throwback Thursday Tune

This weeks band is one of my faves. Kick back and sing along with CCR as they ask that age old question, Have You Ever Seen the Rain?

Tuesday Tales - Push

Hello! It`s time for Tuesday Tales.


 I'm still chugging away on my LGBTQ hockey romance titled Snap Shot. It's come to my attention that some folks may be having trouble figuring out Mario and Lila's story and genre.
Snap Shot is not a traditional M/M (Man/Man) romance in that the leads are not two gay men. Mario is bisexual and Lila is transgender which is why I've labeled it LGBTQ romance. If anyone is still confused please feel free to contact me privately and I'll be happy to try to clarify as best I can. 
This story contains crude language (they are hockey players after all) and gay sexual situations. If that offends now would be the time to move onto another Tuesday Tales offering.  Our word prompt for the week is "Push". I apologize for the change in font. For some reason Blogger decided a couple paragraphs should be different and it would not allow me to fix them. 
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            I'm six foot four and weigh two hundred and twenty-six pounds.  Creeping is not exactly my forte. Still, I managed to make it to the entryway of her tidy kitchen without her hearing me. I caught a whiff of something cooking at the same time my gaze settled on her moving around the room. My girl is tall, dark, and sexy as hell. She wore a silky shawl with big yellow flowers and white fringe over a slinky yellow nightgown. I could see the outline of her body under that satiny yellow shift. 

            Lila swayed and stirred a pot on the stove, humming along to Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons. She always had a little TV pushed into a corner on one counter that was set to a 60's music channel. I leaned into the door frame, smiled, and folded my arms over my chest despite the pain lifting my arm caused.
            "You making that killer primavera again?"
            She shrieked, dropped her spoon into her pot, and spun around to glare at me. I waggled my eyebrows as her hand flew up to rest on her throat.
            "What are you doing sneaking up on a woman like that?" Lila asked, her voice a deep, throaty purr that made me itchy all over. Her dark brown eyes flared when she got a good look at me. "What did you do to your hair, Seamus?"
            God, I loved how she used my middle name all the time now.  The way it rolled off her tongue drove me mad. Shay-Mus. She had started calling me Seamus over the summer, claiming that it sounded more erotic to whisper Seamus as opposed to Mario when she was lost in a climax. I could not argue her point. This woman could call me Stupid McAssMunch and I'd fall down to kiss her polished toenails while asking her to call me that again. I lifted a hand to scrub my palm over my buzzed head.
            "I cut it," I informed her. Her hand slid from her throat to rest on her breasts. My gaze followed her hand as I suspected she knew it would. "You look good, baby."
            "You look simply ragged. What did you do to your nose?" Her plump lips lost that angry set. I wrinkled my nose just to feel the crunch of a fat scab on the bridge.
            "High stick in practice," I told her then jerked my head to indicate she should come to me.  She did, on feminine yellow slippers with little flat heels. My sight locked onto her tits and the way they moved as she walked. She stopped just shy of her chest brushing mine. My arms fell to my sides.
            "You poor thing," she cooed and cupped my cheek. "Why do you play that violent game?"
            "It's all I know."

Copyright 2016 ©by V.L. Locey
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Silent Sunday

*Old Barn*

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Throwback Thursday Tune

Our second rainy tune is a real dandy! Enjoy the Everly Brothers as the spend some time Crying in the Rain.

An Erie Garden Party Release Day!

I've always had a love of paranormal romance books and shifters. From the time I was a child and sat wide-eyed in front of the TV watching Lon Chaney Jr. as The Wolf Man I was hooked. World building and fantastical people and creatures bring me great joy in stories, movies, and video games. Being able to write an LGBTQ romance about a skunk shifter finding true love with a big burly alpha has been a true treat! I just adore Templeton and Mikel, as well as all the other wonderful magical folk who reside at Lupei Manor. I hope you come to love them all as well!







Goodreads Link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/29324304-an-erie-garden-party
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Blurb:
Spring has finally arrived along the shores of Lake Erie and no one is happier than the skunk shifter, Templeton Reed. Now that the snows have melted, he can frolic and play on the grounds of Lupei Manor, the formidable home that he shares with his life partner, Mikel Lupei, the alpha of the Lake Erie werewolf pack. What a pity that his joy is short lived. 

Not only does a stranger appear to shake things up in the manor, bodies begin showing up on the grounds as well! Could the newcomer to the pack be the one viciously killing innocent humans and shifters? Or is there a more nefarious force at work lurking just outside the boundaries of the ancient manse that Templeton, Mikel, and their LGBT friends call home?

Tuesday Tales - Phone

Hello! It`s time for Tuesday Tales.


Today we'll begin having snippets from my current works-in-progress. I've just started working on an LGBTQ hockey romance titled Snap Shot. This story contains crude language (they are hockey players after all) and gay sexual situations. If that offends now would be the time to move onto another Tuesday Tales offering.  Our word prompt for the week is "Phone".
Don`t forget to visit the other talented Tuesday Tales authors. Thanks for stopping by!


            There were a couple thousand reasons why I should have kept my ass in New York State and yet here I was, aching back and gummy eyes, with another hour and a half to drive. My mother used to say that she thought the doctors had dropped me on my head after I had been born and never told her about it. Most days I agreed. There had to be a reason a man of mediocre skill and thirty-six years of age was still playing hockey in the minor leagues. Let's not touch upon the stupidity of making this trip when I would just have to turn around tomorrow morning and return to Cayuga for a mandatory scrimmage at noon.
            I glanced at the rosary dangling from the rear-view of my Highlander - because what other kind of vehicle would a McGarrity drive - and mentally crossed myself. If mom could only see whom her precious boy was consorting with, she'd drag me to the confessional before I could spit.  I'd confess my sins, do my penance, and head right back to Scranton. Because Lila was there and I had become so addicted to her that I'd drive from Cayuga to Aberdeen just to watch her boil *#*#* eggs, the slight glitch about the ocean in the way be damned.
            I rolled my shoulder and moaned. The bruise across my kidneys ached like a *#*# rotten molar. Reaching for the phoneresting in the holder next to a large cup of sweetened black pulled a groan from me.
            "*#*#* Danielson," I winced as white-hot pain speared me in the back. "I'll put your wax on next time we meet, you prick." That chirp was good. I hoped that I could remember it when we faced the Bronco's the next time.
Copyright 2016 ©by V.L. Locey
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Shadow Lion

Every now and again I dabble in poetry. I'm not any great shakes like my daughter but I enjoy it just the same. This little poem came to me...well, you'll see how it came to me. I hope you enjoy it!



Shadow Lion

by
V.L. Locey
Dear me, oh my, what could that be Hiding behind the drapery?A Bengal tiger of orange and black?An ocelot with a spotted back?A cheetah sleek and built for speed?A leopard and his prey both treed?A puma sunning on a rock?A bobcat eying a farmer's flock?Or mayhap hidden behind my drapeThe shadow lion casting a fearsome shape? 

Silent Sunday

*Stand of White Birch*

Come Join Us!

I'm honored to be taking part in Pride Week at Mansfield University this year! I've been invited to hang out with the awesome kids in Spectrum, field some questions and have a reading from some of my LGBTQ books. This event is open to the public, so if you're near the campus and would like to drop by, we'd love to have you! Hope to see you there.