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March 16, 2015
Tuesday Tales - Random
Hello! It`s time for Tuesday Tales.
Today we have the next chapter in Wind in White Birch and our word prompt is "Random". Don`t forget to visit the other talented Tuesday Tales authors. Thanks for stopping by!
Wind in White Birch
Remember that song by Stevie Wonder about everything being all right, uptight and out of sight? That was how I felt on the drive back to Andy`s doublewide. I was falling. I knew it and I just couldn`t seem to stop it. I would peek at Jonah through my lashes, trying not to let him see me admiring him. He would always feel my eyes upon him though. His lips would tweak up at the corners before he`d wink. I`d turn away flustered, making him chuckle. God above, the drive home was wonderful! Pulling into the driveway at dusk, we discovered the place had cleared out. I had a niggle of worry about Rhett that didn`t disappear until I found him and three of Andy`s grandsons sprawled over the living room furniture watching a movie. “Hey, Mom, guess what?” Rhett called, sitting with a huge bowl of popcorn on his lap. Every lad had their own food trough on his thighs. Between the explosions on the TV, the sounds of young men hooting at said explosions, and the crunching of cheese puffs, potato chips, and corn chips slathered with salsa, I could barely hear my son. “What?” I shouted. Jonah flopped down next to a lad of perhaps ten or eleven on the couch. A tussle over corn chips broke out. It ended when I gave Jonah my best schoolmarm look of disapproval. “That`s Optimus Prime, Mom!” Ah. So the movie was about those robots Rhett likes so much. I wasn`t sure I was too keen on him watching something with so many explosions. Jonah got to his feet, gathered my hand in his then led me into the kitchen. Andy was sitting with a newspaper spread across the table and a large magnifying glass in hand. He smiled at us as we entered. “Coffee`s fresh and I think there`s some food left." The elder Big Deer waved his glass in the general direction of the refrigerator. “Thanks, I`m starved.” Jonah helped me out of my coat then threw his black wool duster and my parka on the back of a kitchen chair. I availed myself of the coffee while Jonah rummaged then microwaved a plate of food. I was seated across from Andy when Jonah joined us a few minutes later.“Meatball?” he asked, holding one out to me on a fork. I shook my head.“No thanks, we ate at the carnival, remember?” “That was just a hot dog,” the man replied then attacked the meatball.“See anything new at the carnival?” Andy asked, scouring the sports section. Jonah mumbled something with a full mouth that might have been no. I sipped my coffee, enjoying the heat now creeping into my cold toes. “Nah,” Jonah said between bites, “Nothing like the gathering every year.”“What gathering?” I asked as the boys cheered the good robots on. “We hold a powwow at the casino every summer. Lots of fun,” Andy muttered, lifting his eyes from the paper to me. “We dance, sell crafts, try to teach our ways to those who come.”“You dance?” I asked Jonah. He bobbed his head. “Sometimes,” he said then pulled a paper towel across his mouth. “I compete in the drums every year. My sister and her friends, they dance. The kids too,” he added.”Andy used to until he broke his hip.”“Wow, that sounds fantastic,” I smiled, envisioning all the sights this powwow must hold. “You`ll love it,” Jonah said, shoveling macaroni salad in. I felt all sorts of toasty knowing he was so sure we`d still be together when the days were long and hot. From his mouth to Gods ears. We chatted about the powwow until Jonah`s appetite was slaked. Then we tidied up and joined the boys for the rest of the movie. It seemed that Julia`s boys were spending the night, which pleased Rhett to no end. Bath time went amazingly smoothly. No yelling, threatening or temper tantrums. Andy said ‘Go bathe’ and my son ran off to bathe. We slid another movie in, some randomromantic comedy that made the boys twitch and run off for their shared bedroom. The night moved along in soft laughter. Before I knew it, Andy was pushing to his feet for bed. “Say goodnight, Jonah,” Andy mumbled as he and his cane shuffled off. I looked over at the man sitting at my side with his arm draped casually around my neck.“Goodnight Jonah,” the wise ass said. Andy grunted loudly as he slowly made his way to the bathroom. With a sigh of resignation, we walked to the front door hand in hand. I felt like I was back in high school. I went into his embrace as if I had always been there. Up on my toes I met him halfway. He whispered across my lips, something in Seneca that I didn`t understand. Then he kissed me tenderly yet deeply. My hands linked behind his head. He shifted me slightly. I sucked in a sharp breath when my stomach ground against his erection. A guttural sound erupted from the man that turned my spine to liquid. His hands moved up and down my back, one slid under my shirt. His fingertips danced over the knobs of my spine. I dug my fingernails into the back of his neck.“Say goodnight, Jonah,” Andy called from somewhere in the back of the house. I jerked back so quickly I cracked my head on a picture hanging by the front door. Jonah caught it before it hit the floor. With a bemused smile, he hung the oil back on the nail, kissed me swiftly then stepped out into the cold. I smiled like a simpering dolt then closed the door on him. “That boy is harder to get rid of then a bad case of poison ivy,” Andy commented from behind me. “He forgot his coat,” I said, sliding the chain lock into place.“Yeah, I figure he`ll be warm enough without it,” Andy Big Deer said with a naughty chortle then offered me his arm. I blushed all the way to my bedroom.
Copyright 2013 ©by V.L. Locey
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Today we have the next chapter in Wind in White Birch and our word prompt is "Random". Don`t forget to visit the other talented Tuesday Tales authors. Thanks for stopping by!
Wind in White Birch
Remember that song by Stevie Wonder about everything being all right, uptight and out of sight? That was how I felt on the drive back to Andy`s doublewide. I was falling. I knew it and I just couldn`t seem to stop it. I would peek at Jonah through my lashes, trying not to let him see me admiring him. He would always feel my eyes upon him though. His lips would tweak up at the corners before he`d wink. I`d turn away flustered, making him chuckle. God above, the drive home was wonderful! Pulling into the driveway at dusk, we discovered the place had cleared out. I had a niggle of worry about Rhett that didn`t disappear until I found him and three of Andy`s grandsons sprawled over the living room furniture watching a movie. “Hey, Mom, guess what?” Rhett called, sitting with a huge bowl of popcorn on his lap. Every lad had their own food trough on his thighs. Between the explosions on the TV, the sounds of young men hooting at said explosions, and the crunching of cheese puffs, potato chips, and corn chips slathered with salsa, I could barely hear my son. “What?” I shouted. Jonah flopped down next to a lad of perhaps ten or eleven on the couch. A tussle over corn chips broke out. It ended when I gave Jonah my best schoolmarm look of disapproval. “That`s Optimus Prime, Mom!” Ah. So the movie was about those robots Rhett likes so much. I wasn`t sure I was too keen on him watching something with so many explosions. Jonah got to his feet, gathered my hand in his then led me into the kitchen. Andy was sitting with a newspaper spread across the table and a large magnifying glass in hand. He smiled at us as we entered. “Coffee`s fresh and I think there`s some food left." The elder Big Deer waved his glass in the general direction of the refrigerator. “Thanks, I`m starved.” Jonah helped me out of my coat then threw his black wool duster and my parka on the back of a kitchen chair. I availed myself of the coffee while Jonah rummaged then microwaved a plate of food. I was seated across from Andy when Jonah joined us a few minutes later.“Meatball?” he asked, holding one out to me on a fork. I shook my head.“No thanks, we ate at the carnival, remember?” “That was just a hot dog,” the man replied then attacked the meatball.“See anything new at the carnival?” Andy asked, scouring the sports section. Jonah mumbled something with a full mouth that might have been no. I sipped my coffee, enjoying the heat now creeping into my cold toes. “Nah,” Jonah said between bites, “Nothing like the gathering every year.”“What gathering?” I asked as the boys cheered the good robots on. “We hold a powwow at the casino every summer. Lots of fun,” Andy muttered, lifting his eyes from the paper to me. “We dance, sell crafts, try to teach our ways to those who come.”“You dance?” I asked Jonah. He bobbed his head. “Sometimes,” he said then pulled a paper towel across his mouth. “I compete in the drums every year. My sister and her friends, they dance. The kids too,” he added.”Andy used to until he broke his hip.”“Wow, that sounds fantastic,” I smiled, envisioning all the sights this powwow must hold. “You`ll love it,” Jonah said, shoveling macaroni salad in. I felt all sorts of toasty knowing he was so sure we`d still be together when the days were long and hot. From his mouth to Gods ears. We chatted about the powwow until Jonah`s appetite was slaked. Then we tidied up and joined the boys for the rest of the movie. It seemed that Julia`s boys were spending the night, which pleased Rhett to no end. Bath time went amazingly smoothly. No yelling, threatening or temper tantrums. Andy said ‘Go bathe’ and my son ran off to bathe. We slid another movie in, some randomromantic comedy that made the boys twitch and run off for their shared bedroom. The night moved along in soft laughter. Before I knew it, Andy was pushing to his feet for bed. “Say goodnight, Jonah,” Andy mumbled as he and his cane shuffled off. I looked over at the man sitting at my side with his arm draped casually around my neck.“Goodnight Jonah,” the wise ass said. Andy grunted loudly as he slowly made his way to the bathroom. With a sigh of resignation, we walked to the front door hand in hand. I felt like I was back in high school. I went into his embrace as if I had always been there. Up on my toes I met him halfway. He whispered across my lips, something in Seneca that I didn`t understand. Then he kissed me tenderly yet deeply. My hands linked behind his head. He shifted me slightly. I sucked in a sharp breath when my stomach ground against his erection. A guttural sound erupted from the man that turned my spine to liquid. His hands moved up and down my back, one slid under my shirt. His fingertips danced over the knobs of my spine. I dug my fingernails into the back of his neck.“Say goodnight, Jonah,” Andy called from somewhere in the back of the house. I jerked back so quickly I cracked my head on a picture hanging by the front door. Jonah caught it before it hit the floor. With a bemused smile, he hung the oil back on the nail, kissed me swiftly then stepped out into the cold. I smiled like a simpering dolt then closed the door on him. “That boy is harder to get rid of then a bad case of poison ivy,” Andy commented from behind me. “He forgot his coat,” I said, sliding the chain lock into place.“Yeah, I figure he`ll be warm enough without it,” Andy Big Deer said with a naughty chortle then offered me his arm. I blushed all the way to my bedroom.
Copyright 2013 ©by V.L. Locey
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And The Winner Is . . .
Congratulations to Kathe R. for winning the Final Shifts Gift Card Giveaway! I'll be sending Kathe her prize shortly. Deepest thanks to everyone who visited and commented. You guys and gals are the greatest!
Hockey hugs
V. L.
March 15, 2015
Why Do You Do What You Do?
Don`t fret folks, this is not some in-depth physiological probe into your inner child. At least, it certainly isn`t meant to be. This post is to help us recall the real reason we write. Sometimes, we authors tend to lose our muse, and the reason we started writing becomes buried under the weight of seeking things we never set out looking for.
Before I start flapping my gums about how I feel about things, let`s see what Uncle Steve has to say about this subject:
Granted, Uncle Steve may have made lots of money from his writing. Please keep in mind that when he started, he was a struggling teacher with a daughter born the same year he graduated from college. It was not always easy for Mr. King. So, if he didn`t have fame back then, why did he continue writing you may ask. You`d have to ask the man, but I kind of suspect it had something to do with wanting to make himself and others happy.
So now that we have some of Uncle Steve`s wisdom, let`s talk about you and me. Why did you start writing? I can tell you why I did. It was because I wanted to silence the voices in my head and make someone's day a little better. That`s it. Those were my two main reasons for writing my first book. I just wanted to make a reader happy. I still do. That is what drives me. The need to share this great story (or at least I think it`s great) with other people.
Please note that there is no mention of sales rankings, money, fame, or success in my original reasons. It has taken me some time to realize just who I am, what I want, and why I do what I do. Sadly, I have seen far too many good writers announcing that they are giving up because they no longer can find joy in writing because of mediocre sales. It breaks my heart to hear authors saying that, it really does.
Perhaps when we find ourselves mired in the muck we need to step back, take a deep breath, and ask ourselves some tough questions--Where did the love of writing for writings sake go? When did writing stop being fun? Why does it no longer make me happy? Am I basing my success at my craft on the monetary gains instead of the spiritual rewards?
If you are not happy with your work then a reader will not find joy in it either. It is evident when you love your story. The words glow, the characters come alive, and the romance shimmers like moonbeams on a mountain lake.
Take the time to confer with yourself. Find that inner author, the one who wrote simply because she/he had to. Try to forget about sales rankings, reviews, trolls, marketing and promo for a little while. Reconnect with the scribe that dwells within your heart. Once you find her/him again I suspect that you will also find the sheer joy that writing brought you so long ago.
So tell me, my fellow authors, why do you do what you do?
March 12, 2015
Throwback Thursday Tune
To help celebrate the upcoming holiday here`s Mr. Andy Williams singing a lovely rendition of Danny Boy.
Happy St. Patrick`s Day!
March 11, 2015
Final Shifts Cover Reveal & Gift Card Giveaway!
I can hardly believe that this is the last book in my Wildcat series. It has been a great experience writing this series and getting to know the amazing women that love the Philadelphia Wildcats. I have learned so much from each character and will miss them terribly. Thankfully the Venom will be playing in the same city and stadium, so cameos from the 'Cats and their leading ladies will be frequent, rest assured. I fell in love with this cover at first sight. It captures the mood and tone of the series perfectly yet is sensual and sexy as well!
After the cover and the exclusive excerpt from Final Shifts, I'll be asking a question. If you`d like to enter to win a $20 Amazon Gift Card or a $20 NHL Gift Shop Gift Certificate, all you have to do is leave your answer in the comment section. No leaping through hoops or having to do fifteen different things. Just a reply and your contact information. Easy as pie, right?!
So, enjoy the cover and the excerpt and make sure you find and answer my question to be entered to win! The Wildcats and I thank you for all your support. I hope you enjoy Final Shifts,and getting to hear from each of our starring women one final time, when it releases on March 25th. You can also preorder your copy at the Secret Cravings Store, Amazon, All Romance eBooks and Bookstrand today!
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Blurb:
The only constant in life is that things will change when you least expect it. On the day of Derrick Andersson`s retirement ceremony, a late-season tropical storm parks itself over the City of Brotherly Love. The women who love the Wildcats will not only have to deal with the deluge outside, they will have to struggle through some of the greatest personal storms they will ever weather.
Liz and Veikko receive devastating news, Maggie and Derrick face a shocking announcement, and Isabelle and Philip receive the verdict of Philip's court battle. Can Viviana and Alain work out the problems that have torn them apart? What has life dealt young lovers Petro and Margarite? The answers to those questions, as well as a surprise that will rock the Houseman, are revealed in this final book of the To Love a Wildcat series.
R rated (Mature Language) Excerpt:
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Isabelle
The door opened suddenly. I lowered the bread from my mouth. Margarite hustled in, Olaf being dragged along behind.
“Really, Mama, sneaking snacks in the bathroom? You’ll be big as the Houseman by the time Mitchell is born.”
I narrowed my eyes. Margarite’s amber ones moved to the paper bag overflowing the dark brown clutch lying on the shelf above the sink.
“Is good she eats. She is too skinny. I come over in morning, make kasha. Put many pounds on both mama and baby,” Olaf announced, her boisterous voice bouncing off the tiled wall.
“Thank you, Olaf, but I’m trying not to balloon up as I did when I was carrying Margarite. It took me two years to get back down to my regular size.” I shoved the rest of the Nutella fold-over into my mouth greedily. Margarite arched a fine eyebrow at my gluttony. I was quite happy to see Olaf here today. I wished to talk to her. If only Maggie would show up with those contracts I could find an empty courtroom and—
“Pah. What is a little baby fat? Men like meat to hold onto, yes. Making sex with the skinny woman is like poking dick at stick.” Olaf patted her belly. It did not move. The woman was as solid as a granite slab, and just as tactful. Margarite covered her mouth to hide the burble of laughter. I shook my head at the both of them. Then I opened up the sandwich bag that held the potato chips and began eating those as well. My ass would be as wide as the Francis L. Rizzo Sr. Courthouse if I didn’t get this binging under control. Oh look! Mama packed those buttery cookies that I so enjoy.
My daughter clapped her hands. My eyes flew from the cookies to her.
“Yes?” I asked while trying to ignore the Russian woman regarding me like a slab of beef in a meat locker. My daughter launched into a tirade that would have run on forever if not for the fact that my personal assistant came running into the bathroom with a handful of what I hoped were contracts.
“Here you are,” Maggie panted, her eyes moving over all of us quickly. “Why aren’t you in the courtroom? Philip is taking the stand.”
The cookie I had clandestinely snuck out of my purse froze in front of my mouth.
“I’m sorry, he’s what?” I inquired far more shortly than I had intended.
“He’s taking the stand. I was just in there, looking for you. They’re swearing him in as we speak,” Maggie explained, her blue eyes searching my face. If she were looking for concern, she wouldn’t have to look too hard.
“What in the name of God does that hard-headed buffoon think he is doing?” I threw the cookie into the trash then stormed out into the hall followed by three women who undoubtedly were as flummoxed by me as I was by Philip. We had agreed he would not take the stand. He tends to be a bit, oh shall we say, opinionated? With the help of a few friends and one daughter, I ran the gauntlet of reporters with much less hassle this time. We entered just as the bailiff was putting the Bible away. My half a hazelnut sandwich flipped over inside my stomach. We took our seats directly behind my lawyer.
“Stan,” I whispered at the reedy man in the blue suit. He turned to look at me over the top of his glasses. The man was far from attractive. He had a pasty complexion, thinning hair, and a set of blasé brown eyes that were far too close together, but the man could litigate. Colton used to say Stan Wilcox could convince the devil that he hadn’t really been booted from Heaven, it had all been just a set of tragic circumstances. “What the hell is he doing on the stand?”
“He insisted. I strongly advised against it, but he can be rather stubborn when he wishes to be.”
“Tell me something that I don’t already know,” I said as I sat back in the hard wooden pew.
“Did you eat all my damned Nutella?”
“Mother, please.”
“Can’t have one damn thing, I swear. Now I’ll pass out right to the floor. Won’t that look sweet?” Mother grumbled, crossed her arms over the bright pink jogging top she wore, and then pouted. Margarite lured her out of her funk with a candy bar that she had hidden in her purse. I wondered why Petro wasn’t with my daughter, then recalled that he spent this time of day with his mother.
“Don’t be taking my Nutella again, Isabelle. You’re not too big to be put over my knee yet,” Mom warned then took a bite of her candy bar. Maggie leaned back, preparing for another long day at my side. She looked quite distant, which is unlike the woman. Now that I thought on it, there had been no warm smile, no sunny greeting. Hmmm. If I had more time I would ask what was wrong, but Mr. Dibble’s lawyer was now approaching my lover like a lion with a wounded gazelle in his sights. And things had been going so well too.
Philip, looking sexy as hell in a dark grey suit with blue pinstripes watched his attacker approaching with a look that relayed utmost confidence. Of course it did. Philip Moore was a confident man. After all, he had led my team to the Stanley Cup finals two years in a row. You don’t win championships if you’re not confident in yourself, your program, and your team.
“Mr. Moore, would you please explain to the jury exactly what it is you do.” Philip looked at the portly bald man in the brown suit as if he were an idiot.
“I’m relatively sure everyone in this courtroom knows what I do.”
“Humor the court if you would, Mr. Moore?” Lawyer Edmund Brashworthy smiled. It was a greasy smile that matched his greasy client. Was Dibble wearing a Wildcats tie? He did not have balls that big, did he? Lord, grant me the serenity to not leap over this partition and swat Bert Dibble upside his damn headline-seeking, combed-over, head. Amen.
“I’m the head coach for the Philadelphia Wildcats,” Philip responded, leaning back in his seat then crossing one long strong leg over the other. He exuded cool and collected but I knew better. I knew that under that facade, the man was a bubbling fountain of passion. Anyone who has watched a Wildcat game knows that Philip Moore can only play the dispassionate coach for so long. You piss him off, make a bad call, or cheap shot one of his players, and the man will come unglued. Dear Lord, please don’t let Dibble’s dirt-bag lawyer blindside anyone with tawdry comments. Amen.
I sensed many prayers would be uttered today.
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Now for the contest question--
If you could spend the day with one of the leading ladies from the To Love a Wildcat series, who would you choose?
Make sure you leave your answer, your choice of Amazon GC or NHL Gift Shop GC, and your contact information. If you don`t leave your contact info I'll have to pass over your entry. I just don`t have the time to track folks down on the internet, so make sure you leave that contact information for your chance to win! I'll pick a winner Sunday morning. Good luck!
Skate hard and love deeply!
V.L.
March 9, 2015
Tuesday Tales - Stairs
Hello! It`s time for Tuesday Tales.
Today we have the next chapter for Wind in White Birch and our word prompt is "Stairs". Don`t forget to visit the other talented Tuesday Tales authors. Thanks for stopping by!
Wind in White Birch
It`s amazing how much good a hot dog and a cup of hot chocolate can do. True to his word, Jonah allowed me some time to think while I chewed on a perfectly roasted hot dog with mustard. He and I ambled through the snow sculptures, neither of us saying a word. Our elbows would rub together, as Jonah was inhaling a hot dog as well, but he didn`t place his hand on me in any sort of possessive manner. We stopped to admire swans, bears, and angels carved out of packed snow and ice. I chatted with one artist about her process. Then we tossed our paper hot dog holders into a trash can and climbed some stairsshoveled into the snow to a large frozen pond. There were two couples on the ice. I lifted my steaming cup of cocoa to my lips and blew over the surface. “Dana, I guess I should apologize,” Jonah began. I glanced to my left. He was stiff as a new pencil, his thumbs hooked in the front pockets of his jeans. “I thought bringing you up and showing you the lodge was the right thing to do.”“I think it`s sweet that you wanted to share that with me, but I guess I`m just baffled as to why you felt the need to ask me what I thought.” He looked at me with confusion. I sipped, arranging my thoughts as best I could with those black eyes of his on me. “I don`t think that I have the right to tell you what to do with your life. We`ve been on two dates counting this one,” I motioned to the carnival with my cup. “I thought we had something special here,” he said. I blinked up at him. “I mean, I thought we had feelings that we knew went beyond – I`m really screwing this up, aren`t I?” he asked, his long fingers tapping his thighs. “I`ve only ever been in one serious relationship before us.”“Are we serious? How can you say that after just two dates?” I asked, thrown completely off balance. He shrugged. I wasn`t willing to let him shrug that comment off though. “Jonah, you can`t just clam up on me. You told me not to shut you out, well, that goes both ways.”He turned to watch the couples gliding over ice, his breath steamy clouds in front of his proud, handsome profile. I too turned my attention to the skaters to give him time to get his thoughts aligned. A few minutes passed in silence, the smell of hot chocolate and roasting peanuts on the shifting breeze. A man and woman skated past, her hand in his. They had matching green and white striped scarves. “I`m not sure how to handle you,” the man at my side finally said. I took a good long gulp of cocoa, staring at him while he thumbed some stray strands of black hair from his mouth. “Why do you feel you have to handle me?” I asked, shifting to stand facing him. He tossed a shoulder into the air then frowned. “Sorry,” he huffed. “I didn`t mean handle you. I guess – this is hard. I don`t know how to handle this. You and me,” he clarified. “I never thought I`d be in a situation like this with a woman.”“You mean me being older, divorced, and with a son?” He turned from the pond and skaters. “No, I meant feeling so much so damned fast. I`ve been with lots of women, Dana.” I tried to maintain a placid expression but it must have slipped. “Not like thousands or anything,” he quickly explained, "But enough to know that what I feel for you isn`t just some ‘I`ll call sometime’ thing.”I had to swallow some hot chocolate in order to get my eyes unglued from his. I glanced up at the sky. Puffy clouds were blowing in, tiny flakes of snow tumbling from the new arrivals overhead. I startled when Jonah ran a rough thumb over my cheek. The snowflake rested on his calloused fingertip for just the briefest of moments and then it melted. “I didn`t mean to push you, Dana,” he said, cupping my face. The skaters, snow, and hot chocolate in my hand disappeared. There was nothing but Jonah Big Deer trying to make amends. “I would never want to push you away.”“I know,” I murmured, my cocoa held between his chest and mine defensively. “Bear with me, okay? I`ve never had a woman steal my heart so quickly before.”“Oh God, why the hell did you have to say that?” I coughed my cocoa falling from my fingers to the ground. It probably splattered over our shoes and pant legs. “So that was wrong again?” he asked, his chocolate-rich breath fanning across my face.“No, it was not wrong, It was about as right a thing as I`ve ever heard.” I slapped my hands to his face and tugged him down for a kiss. He was clearly unprepared for my reaction but it took only a second or two for him to get with my program. His fingers danced down my neck to my shoulders. His tongue slid over my bottom lip, asking for permission. I granted it with a groan. He swept my mouth, twirling his tongue around mine. I held his head tightly. His cheeks were soft and hairless even though it was getting late in the day. I wondered if his chest would be bare or if he had a small amount of dark hair peppering his pectorals. He kissed me repeatedly. Finally, someone skating past giggled. We broke apart grudgingly. My eyelids were lazy with lust. He dropped a kiss to the tip of my nose then placed his forehead to mine. I wanted to stand here forever. I wanted to hold him. I wanted to find a private place and strip off his clothes. Oh yes, I really wanted to get him naked. “That was pretty nice,” he teased. “Yeah, very nice,” I sighed like a schoolgirl. “So . . . we`re okay?” Jonah asked, rubbing his thumbs over my jugular. I nodded absently, my mind lingering on how to get naked and on top of this man. “Okay, good. I can`t remember what we were talking about. Was it me taking you to my place and making love to you all night?” “I think it was about the lodge.”“Oh yeah, right, the lodge.” He tipped his head for one last, long taste of my lips. “Why don`t you take tonight to think about it? I don`t want you to tell me what to do, I just want to know if you`re willing to try to have a relationship on one date a month, if that.”“I might not know by tomorrow at this time, Jonah.”He kissed me lightly, his palms on my neck warmer than any scarf ever knitted. “When you know, you tell me, okay? I`ll be waiting for your answer.” With that he stepped back and offered me a large, work-rough hand to hold. I slid my palm over his and we left the carnival, and the skating lovers, behind.
Copyright 2013 ©by V.L. Locey
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Today we have the next chapter for Wind in White Birch and our word prompt is "Stairs". Don`t forget to visit the other talented Tuesday Tales authors. Thanks for stopping by!
Wind in White Birch
It`s amazing how much good a hot dog and a cup of hot chocolate can do. True to his word, Jonah allowed me some time to think while I chewed on a perfectly roasted hot dog with mustard. He and I ambled through the snow sculptures, neither of us saying a word. Our elbows would rub together, as Jonah was inhaling a hot dog as well, but he didn`t place his hand on me in any sort of possessive manner. We stopped to admire swans, bears, and angels carved out of packed snow and ice. I chatted with one artist about her process. Then we tossed our paper hot dog holders into a trash can and climbed some stairsshoveled into the snow to a large frozen pond. There were two couples on the ice. I lifted my steaming cup of cocoa to my lips and blew over the surface. “Dana, I guess I should apologize,” Jonah began. I glanced to my left. He was stiff as a new pencil, his thumbs hooked in the front pockets of his jeans. “I thought bringing you up and showing you the lodge was the right thing to do.”“I think it`s sweet that you wanted to share that with me, but I guess I`m just baffled as to why you felt the need to ask me what I thought.” He looked at me with confusion. I sipped, arranging my thoughts as best I could with those black eyes of his on me. “I don`t think that I have the right to tell you what to do with your life. We`ve been on two dates counting this one,” I motioned to the carnival with my cup. “I thought we had something special here,” he said. I blinked up at him. “I mean, I thought we had feelings that we knew went beyond – I`m really screwing this up, aren`t I?” he asked, his long fingers tapping his thighs. “I`ve only ever been in one serious relationship before us.”“Are we serious? How can you say that after just two dates?” I asked, thrown completely off balance. He shrugged. I wasn`t willing to let him shrug that comment off though. “Jonah, you can`t just clam up on me. You told me not to shut you out, well, that goes both ways.”He turned to watch the couples gliding over ice, his breath steamy clouds in front of his proud, handsome profile. I too turned my attention to the skaters to give him time to get his thoughts aligned. A few minutes passed in silence, the smell of hot chocolate and roasting peanuts on the shifting breeze. A man and woman skated past, her hand in his. They had matching green and white striped scarves. “I`m not sure how to handle you,” the man at my side finally said. I took a good long gulp of cocoa, staring at him while he thumbed some stray strands of black hair from his mouth. “Why do you feel you have to handle me?” I asked, shifting to stand facing him. He tossed a shoulder into the air then frowned. “Sorry,” he huffed. “I didn`t mean handle you. I guess – this is hard. I don`t know how to handle this. You and me,” he clarified. “I never thought I`d be in a situation like this with a woman.”“You mean me being older, divorced, and with a son?” He turned from the pond and skaters. “No, I meant feeling so much so damned fast. I`ve been with lots of women, Dana.” I tried to maintain a placid expression but it must have slipped. “Not like thousands or anything,” he quickly explained, "But enough to know that what I feel for you isn`t just some ‘I`ll call sometime’ thing.”I had to swallow some hot chocolate in order to get my eyes unglued from his. I glanced up at the sky. Puffy clouds were blowing in, tiny flakes of snow tumbling from the new arrivals overhead. I startled when Jonah ran a rough thumb over my cheek. The snowflake rested on his calloused fingertip for just the briefest of moments and then it melted. “I didn`t mean to push you, Dana,” he said, cupping my face. The skaters, snow, and hot chocolate in my hand disappeared. There was nothing but Jonah Big Deer trying to make amends. “I would never want to push you away.”“I know,” I murmured, my cocoa held between his chest and mine defensively. “Bear with me, okay? I`ve never had a woman steal my heart so quickly before.”“Oh God, why the hell did you have to say that?” I coughed my cocoa falling from my fingers to the ground. It probably splattered over our shoes and pant legs. “So that was wrong again?” he asked, his chocolate-rich breath fanning across my face.“No, it was not wrong, It was about as right a thing as I`ve ever heard.” I slapped my hands to his face and tugged him down for a kiss. He was clearly unprepared for my reaction but it took only a second or two for him to get with my program. His fingers danced down my neck to my shoulders. His tongue slid over my bottom lip, asking for permission. I granted it with a groan. He swept my mouth, twirling his tongue around mine. I held his head tightly. His cheeks were soft and hairless even though it was getting late in the day. I wondered if his chest would be bare or if he had a small amount of dark hair peppering his pectorals. He kissed me repeatedly. Finally, someone skating past giggled. We broke apart grudgingly. My eyelids were lazy with lust. He dropped a kiss to the tip of my nose then placed his forehead to mine. I wanted to stand here forever. I wanted to hold him. I wanted to find a private place and strip off his clothes. Oh yes, I really wanted to get him naked. “That was pretty nice,” he teased. “Yeah, very nice,” I sighed like a schoolgirl. “So . . . we`re okay?” Jonah asked, rubbing his thumbs over my jugular. I nodded absently, my mind lingering on how to get naked and on top of this man. “Okay, good. I can`t remember what we were talking about. Was it me taking you to my place and making love to you all night?” “I think it was about the lodge.”“Oh yeah, right, the lodge.” He tipped his head for one last, long taste of my lips. “Why don`t you take tonight to think about it? I don`t want you to tell me what to do, I just want to know if you`re willing to try to have a relationship on one date a month, if that.”“I might not know by tomorrow at this time, Jonah.”He kissed me lightly, his palms on my neck warmer than any scarf ever knitted. “When you know, you tell me, okay? I`ll be waiting for your answer.” With that he stepped back and offered me a large, work-rough hand to hold. I slid my palm over his and we left the carnival, and the skating lovers, behind.
Copyright 2013 ©by V.L. Locey
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March 8, 2015
Top 5 Classic Movie Leading Ladies
We had the gents, now let`s compare our top five favorite classic leading ladies! After glancing over my picks, please do share yours.
1-Katherine Hepburn
I absolutely adore Kate, in any role that she ever played in. Her beauty, wit, and uncompromising attitude were evident in all her characters. Who couldn`t love and admire a woman who, upon discovering that the costume department at RKO had stolen her slacks because they were too boyish and uncouth, paraded around in her underwear, flatly refusing to put her clothes back on until her pants were returned. From The African Queen to On Golden Pond, Kate Hepburn is a true legend that left us a stunning legacy of films to enjoy forever.
2-Judy Garland
Few stars are as charming and exude the talent and warm-hearted appeal of Judy Garland. Her talents ranged from belting out a song to singing and dancing. As a child, I adored Judy in The Wizard of Oz as well as all the Andy Hardy movies. Her exuberant voice and personality won over millions of hearts during, and after, Hollywood`s Golden era.
3-Audrey Hepburn
Style, grace, and beauty are synonymous with Audrey Hepburn. She had amazing talent and could act, sing and dance. Audrey possessed incredible poise and compassion, and her off-screen humanitarian efforts showed what a truly wonderful woman she was. Any film she was she enhanced tremendously with her classic femininity and disarming allure to men and women alike. Paired with Rex Harrison, Gregory Peck, or any of the other top actors of the day, Audrey wowed and wooed them all.
4-Elizabeth Taylor
A stunning beauty with an inner fire, Elizabeth Taylor starting winning hearts at a young age when at 11 she starred in National Velvet. From then on Liz went on to star in roles that showcased her amazing talent such as Cat on a Hot Tin Roof, Who`s Afraid of Virginia Wolfe, and Cleopatra. Her love affair and turbulent marriage with Richard Burton was the stuff of Hollywood legend.
5-Lauren Bacall
Was there a woman who looked sultrier when she lowered her chin and raised her eyes? And that sinful smoky voice of hers was to die for. Bacall was pure glamour and seduction, winning the heart of Humphrey Bogart, a man more than twice her age. During her time with Bogie they filmed several movies together among them To Have and Have Not, Key Largo, and The Big Sleep. She also joined other actors in forming a committee to resist the anti-Communist investigations of the House Un-American Activities Committee.
March 5, 2015
Throwback Thursday Tune
I double dog dare you not to sing this song for the rest of the day. I always found their music to be really catchy. Do you have a fave Eagles tune?
March 2, 2015
Tuesday Tales - Address
Hello! It`s time for Tuesday Tales.
Today we have the next chapter for Wind in White Birch and our word prompt is "Address". Don`t forget to visit the other talented Tuesday Tales authors. Thanks for stopping by!
Wind in White Birch
I met her at the door with a smile and an outstretched hand. She took the offer. Her grip was strong, her fingers and palm calloused. I was about to introduce myself when something that resembled the man I was dating staggered into the side of the double-wide, young boys hooting like banshees hanging off him. My son and a Native American boy roughly Rhett`s age had bear grips on Jonah`s left leg and were laughing hysterically. I wasn`t sure if I should break up the roughhousing or not. Generally I didn`t let Rhett act so wild. “Jonah, don`t bring them inside. Take them to the back porch to strip off. Andy doesn`t want snowy kids making puddles on his carpet.”“Jules, meet Dana. Dana, my one and only sister Julia, the oldest and sternest of Will Big Deer`s six – Ack!” He fell backwards with a young man dangling off him like a monkey, the child`s arms garroting Jonah by the looks.“Take it around back,” Julia warned. Somehow, he managed to lurch and stumble around the side of the house, my son still stuck to his leg like a burdock. I smiled at Julia then stepped into the doublewide. It was packed with Big Deer`s. Adults and children roamed from one room to another with food and drink. Julia had my elbow. I was introduced to a staggering lineup of men who all resembled Jonah strongly. There was an older brother Jim and his wife Olivia, then Jason and his wife Cassidy who was non-native like me and quite pregnant, Jared and his fiancé Sue Looking Fox who was from the Oneida tribe, and then there was John who was single and four years older than Jonah at thirty. I wished I had a pen and notepad to write down the names of the children each couple had. I would never remember them all. Julia led me into the kitchen. Andy was seated at the table, his ever-present mug of coffee in hand. The counters were overflowing with dishes, platters, and aluminum serving pans.“This is my husband Paul Windtalker,” Julia smiled, patting the thick arm of an imposing man with sharp brown eyes that twinkled with mischief. “And three of the boys that attacked Jonah were ours.”“Why don`t you let the girl draw a breath and maybe get a meatball before you start the interrogation?” Paul suggested, giving me a smile before leaving the kitchen to watch some sort of sporting event on Andy`s flat screen. A meatball sounded good. It would ensure I didn`t have to talk to Julia, who I felt had things she wished to say to me, things about seducing her youngest brother with my cougar wiles at the top of the list. A loud shout erupted in the living room. Andy pushed up from his seat, cane in one hand and coffee in the other. “I`m missing something,” he said then left me and Jonah`s big sister alone. I fidgeted with my jacket. “I`m not planning on interrogating you,” Julia said, a bit of warmth igniting in her onyx eyes. “I do have a few questions,” she admitted candidly. “I`m sure you do,” I smiled. I really wished I had a meatball or two. The sliding door flew open and a pack of half-naked boys raced inside, my son among them. They ran past the eldest of Jonah`s siblings and disappeared from sight. Then Jonah sauntered in, his arms filled with sodden coats, hats, mittens, and snow pants. He was not half-naked sadly. He was instantly on alert when he saw his sister and I were the only ones in the kitchen. “Want to take some of these?” he asked, dumping the load into Julia`s arms before she agreed. “Man, I`m starved,” he said, looping a long arm over my shoulder then steering me to the buffet. Julia threw something biting at her brother in Seneca. Jonah jerked his head at her, indicating that he thought she needed to leave. She did but it was not pleasantly.“Don`t let her intimidate you,” he whispered, tugging me closer. “Ever since mom died she thinks she has to run our lives. Can we sneak off for an hour or two?” I was beginning to feel like a dainty silk slip caught in an industrial washing machine. “I can`t just leave Rhett here with people he barely knows.”“Sure you can,” Jonah argued stubbornly. “Watch.” He stalked to the doorway and yelled for Rhett. My son, still in wet Spider-Man underwear appeared with two lads of Seneca descent on either side of him. They were in superhero underwear as well. “Are you cool with staying here while I take your mom for a romantic ride?” All three young men`s faces screwed up. “You two are gross,” Rhett said then ran off, his new buddies in underwear games on his heels. Not giving me time to speak Jonah then procured ten adults to keep an eye on my son. I had been outmaneuvered neatly. The man had me out the back door and into his truck quickly. I protested the entire time. “I never got a meatball,” I pouted, pulling my seatbelt around me. Jonah folded himself behind the wheel. “I did you a favor,” he said buckling up then backing out, “I think Sue made them and she can`t cook.”“Now Sue is the one that`s married to Jim?” I burrowed into my coat, the interior having grown cold quickly. “No, Sue is the one that`s engaged to Jared. It`s a pretty daunting group isn`t it?” he asked, slipping neatly out onto the road and heading west. “You`ll get them all down in time. So, are you really mad at me?” I turned the heater vent away from my face. “I`m not fond of being bullied,” I confessed tartly.“Yeah, I didn`t think that you would be. I`m sorry, but we really have some things to address.” I turned to look out the window. “Dana, don`t shut me out.”I nibbled my bottom lip then glanced over at him. “I`m not sure what to say to you,” I told him. “Can you just give me some time? I`m not good at thinking on my feet.”“Yeah, okay, I can do quiet.” He cranked the heat and music up then fell into silence. I know I had asked for the quiet but after fifteen minutes, it was beginning to grate. We pulled off the road. I gazed out at a large field that had been transformed into a winter carnival. Lights, rides, attractions, tents, ice-skating and snow sculpting competitions awaited us. “This looks nice,” I said instead of the snippy comment that was resting on my tongue. His hand lighting on my thigh pulled my attention from the crowds milling around. “Let`s walk and talk,” he said. “Can we eat while we`re walking and talking?” His smile made my irritation dissipate instantly. “Yeah, we can surely do that.”
Copyright 2013 ©by V.L. Locey
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Today we have the next chapter for Wind in White Birch and our word prompt is "Address". Don`t forget to visit the other talented Tuesday Tales authors. Thanks for stopping by!
Wind in White Birch
I met her at the door with a smile and an outstretched hand. She took the offer. Her grip was strong, her fingers and palm calloused. I was about to introduce myself when something that resembled the man I was dating staggered into the side of the double-wide, young boys hooting like banshees hanging off him. My son and a Native American boy roughly Rhett`s age had bear grips on Jonah`s left leg and were laughing hysterically. I wasn`t sure if I should break up the roughhousing or not. Generally I didn`t let Rhett act so wild. “Jonah, don`t bring them inside. Take them to the back porch to strip off. Andy doesn`t want snowy kids making puddles on his carpet.”“Jules, meet Dana. Dana, my one and only sister Julia, the oldest and sternest of Will Big Deer`s six – Ack!” He fell backwards with a young man dangling off him like a monkey, the child`s arms garroting Jonah by the looks.“Take it around back,” Julia warned. Somehow, he managed to lurch and stumble around the side of the house, my son still stuck to his leg like a burdock. I smiled at Julia then stepped into the doublewide. It was packed with Big Deer`s. Adults and children roamed from one room to another with food and drink. Julia had my elbow. I was introduced to a staggering lineup of men who all resembled Jonah strongly. There was an older brother Jim and his wife Olivia, then Jason and his wife Cassidy who was non-native like me and quite pregnant, Jared and his fiancé Sue Looking Fox who was from the Oneida tribe, and then there was John who was single and four years older than Jonah at thirty. I wished I had a pen and notepad to write down the names of the children each couple had. I would never remember them all. Julia led me into the kitchen. Andy was seated at the table, his ever-present mug of coffee in hand. The counters were overflowing with dishes, platters, and aluminum serving pans.“This is my husband Paul Windtalker,” Julia smiled, patting the thick arm of an imposing man with sharp brown eyes that twinkled with mischief. “And three of the boys that attacked Jonah were ours.”“Why don`t you let the girl draw a breath and maybe get a meatball before you start the interrogation?” Paul suggested, giving me a smile before leaving the kitchen to watch some sort of sporting event on Andy`s flat screen. A meatball sounded good. It would ensure I didn`t have to talk to Julia, who I felt had things she wished to say to me, things about seducing her youngest brother with my cougar wiles at the top of the list. A loud shout erupted in the living room. Andy pushed up from his seat, cane in one hand and coffee in the other. “I`m missing something,” he said then left me and Jonah`s big sister alone. I fidgeted with my jacket. “I`m not planning on interrogating you,” Julia said, a bit of warmth igniting in her onyx eyes. “I do have a few questions,” she admitted candidly. “I`m sure you do,” I smiled. I really wished I had a meatball or two. The sliding door flew open and a pack of half-naked boys raced inside, my son among them. They ran past the eldest of Jonah`s siblings and disappeared from sight. Then Jonah sauntered in, his arms filled with sodden coats, hats, mittens, and snow pants. He was not half-naked sadly. He was instantly on alert when he saw his sister and I were the only ones in the kitchen. “Want to take some of these?” he asked, dumping the load into Julia`s arms before she agreed. “Man, I`m starved,” he said, looping a long arm over my shoulder then steering me to the buffet. Julia threw something biting at her brother in Seneca. Jonah jerked his head at her, indicating that he thought she needed to leave. She did but it was not pleasantly.“Don`t let her intimidate you,” he whispered, tugging me closer. “Ever since mom died she thinks she has to run our lives. Can we sneak off for an hour or two?” I was beginning to feel like a dainty silk slip caught in an industrial washing machine. “I can`t just leave Rhett here with people he barely knows.”“Sure you can,” Jonah argued stubbornly. “Watch.” He stalked to the doorway and yelled for Rhett. My son, still in wet Spider-Man underwear appeared with two lads of Seneca descent on either side of him. They were in superhero underwear as well. “Are you cool with staying here while I take your mom for a romantic ride?” All three young men`s faces screwed up. “You two are gross,” Rhett said then ran off, his new buddies in underwear games on his heels. Not giving me time to speak Jonah then procured ten adults to keep an eye on my son. I had been outmaneuvered neatly. The man had me out the back door and into his truck quickly. I protested the entire time. “I never got a meatball,” I pouted, pulling my seatbelt around me. Jonah folded himself behind the wheel. “I did you a favor,” he said buckling up then backing out, “I think Sue made them and she can`t cook.”“Now Sue is the one that`s married to Jim?” I burrowed into my coat, the interior having grown cold quickly. “No, Sue is the one that`s engaged to Jared. It`s a pretty daunting group isn`t it?” he asked, slipping neatly out onto the road and heading west. “You`ll get them all down in time. So, are you really mad at me?” I turned the heater vent away from my face. “I`m not fond of being bullied,” I confessed tartly.“Yeah, I didn`t think that you would be. I`m sorry, but we really have some things to address.” I turned to look out the window. “Dana, don`t shut me out.”I nibbled my bottom lip then glanced over at him. “I`m not sure what to say to you,” I told him. “Can you just give me some time? I`m not good at thinking on my feet.”“Yeah, okay, I can do quiet.” He cranked the heat and music up then fell into silence. I know I had asked for the quiet but after fifteen minutes, it was beginning to grate. We pulled off the road. I gazed out at a large field that had been transformed into a winter carnival. Lights, rides, attractions, tents, ice-skating and snow sculpting competitions awaited us. “This looks nice,” I said instead of the snippy comment that was resting on my tongue. His hand lighting on my thigh pulled my attention from the crowds milling around. “Let`s walk and talk,” he said. “Can we eat while we`re walking and talking?” His smile made my irritation dissipate instantly. “Yeah, we can surely do that.”
Copyright 2013 ©by V.L. Locey
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February 25, 2015
Cold Nights, Hot Reads Blog Hop--Prizes and Giveaways!
Welcome to my little corner of the internet Cold Nights, Hot Reads hoppers!
As you saw on my header, my name is V.L. Locey and I'm an erotic romance author. My bread and butter is M/F hockey romance but I dabble in some M/M paranormal romances as well. My muse likes to be able to pen what she wishes and not stay in certain genres. That`s what life is all about, right? Trying new things and stretching our wings can only be good.
It`s funny how many people have asked me why I started writing erotic romance. Why not just write something less smutty or sweet I hear repeatedly. Well, for one thing, I myself prefer explicit love scenes in a book I read. This does not mean I won`t read something that has all the action behind closed doors, it just means that I prefer to experience the consummation of the relationship I have invested so much time in.
Secondly, I feel that there is nothing wrong with sex between two consenting adults. A robust sex life is thing to take pride in and not hide. We need to bring human sexuality out of the shadows and embrace it as a natural part of what makes us who we are. And yes, that means gay sex and lesbian sex and all the other wonderful flavors of love and sensuality that exist! This is why I pen erotic romance and why I will continue to do so.
Today I'm going to share a small but sizzling excerpt from my latest M/F erotic hockey romance, Language of Love. This interracial book is the fifth novel in my To Love a Wildcat series, and features a young deaf woman, Margarite Lancourt, who finds herself in falling for the new Russian Wildcat, Petro Shevenko. I'll be giving away a copy of Language of Love to one lucky commenter so check out the entire post for contest information.
This excerpt is NSFW in any way, shape, or form. Which means you should not read it when your boss or any young child may look over your shoulder.
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I padded down the hallway, my body reacting in wicked ways to the mere thought of being with Petro. Our bedroom door was cracked. I peeked around it. My short inhalation upon seeing him shocked me. How could I love so deeply so fast? Was it because I was young and impetuous as Mama probably thought? I didn’t care. His dark eyes lifted from the old six-string that rested on his thighs. The man took up so much of the bed just a sliver of mattress was showing. That was my side. He smiled. My heart flipped over. Inside I went, closing the door behind me. Petro was in running shorts and nothing else. His hair was wet, his cheeks freshly shaven, his eyes burning with need.
Sometimes a common language isn’t needed. I walked over to him, stood beside the bed, and reached out to place my hand on the body of the guitar. He wet his lips then strummed. The vibrations entered my fingers, raced up my arm, and electrified my soul. With a soft smile, I removed the guitar from his lap. He watched me intently, his sultry eyes hooded. I placed the guitar against the wall then began to strip. His eyes roamed over me, hot, possessive. I turned my back to him, teasing him as my skin flushed then prickled into bumps under his attentive perusal.
His hands came to rest on my hips. His mouth touched my side. I inhaled sharply when he began tracing my tattoo with his tongue. Each branch, each leaf, each blossom he tasted. My nipples were stiff, aching. My arm rested on my head to give him access. I turned slightly, to offer him more of my ribs. He nipped, suckled, and explored my ink work. His fingers began to drift. One big hand slid between my legs. The other found a breast. My body twisted like a pretzel as he tried to please all the spots that cried out for attention. He pinched a hard nipple.
I bent forward, his index finger sliding between my folds. I thrust my hips outward. His hot mouth found a bloom to feast on. I slithered sideways even more. He groaned against my skin, the sound tickling my flesh, my bones. Then he began to probe. One finger. Two. Deep inside. Slipping in and out. Twisting. Bending. Searching for the spot. I turned in his arms, breaking the delicious contact of his mouth and my tattoo. He raised his glistening fingers to his mouth. I couldn’t look away as he cleaned my juices from his fingers then offered them to me.
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V.L. Locey
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