Minor league goalie Adam Seiger is a nice guy. He’s
kind, cute, and a little quirky (but show me a goalie who isn’t) and he loves
to interact with fans. During a meet and greet after a game Adam meets Cason
Reyes, a hard-working young man with stunning amber eyes and a smile as sweet
as a candy cane. Desperate to see Cason again, Adam does something more than a
little naughty.
To add insult to the egg nog, it appears that one
little white lie may end Adam’s chance of having a merry Christmas with a new
boyfriend. Will he end up with nothing but a lump of coal in his stocking,
instead of the man who owns his heart?
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Excerpt
“So tell me about Adam Seiger,
the first gay black goalie I’ve ever had the pleasure of eating spiedies with.”
I smiled around the mouthful
of awesomeness. “Not much to tell,” I said after I swallowed roughly. “I grew
up in Toronto, played lots of hockey, and was taken in by my aunt and uncle
when my parents were killed in a motorcycle accident.”
“Ouch,” he murmured after
dipping a fry into a glob of ketchup on his plate. “That must have been rough
on you. How old were you when they died?”
“Four, so I don’t really
remember too much about them. My aunt and uncle were the best, really.” I
looked up from my food to find Cason staring at me. “Do I have food on my
face?”
“No, no, you’re just,” he
paused with a fry hovering in front of his face, “you’re probably the best
looking man I’ve seen in this city for years. I guess I’m kind of stunned to
find myself sitting here, on a date, with such a sexy jock.” I had to avert my
sight, just until I could get the surge of embarrassment and white-hot lust
under control. “See, that there—that is so hot. I love that about hockey
players. They’re always so damn humble.”
“So yeah, enough about me
or my face will combust,” I said, and Cason chuckled then shoved his fry into
his mouth. “How did a kid with a dad from Argentina get into hockey? I’d think
you’d be a soccer fan.”
“Oh, I am, but winter in
Binghamton means hockey, so I go to the games when I can afford it. I like the
speed of hockey, and the violence. Also, the goalies are really cute.”
I coughed and ducked my
head. “You’re doing it again.” Cason laughed and I felt the rib pit tip
dangerously to the right. Making him laugh again now seemed like the most
important thing ever. “Do you always talk up your dates this way?”
“Only if I’m dreaming
about a kiss at the end of the date,” he confessed, but I saw a shade of pink
settle into his smooth cheeks. Seemed he was a bit of a blusher as well. That
was good to know.
“Yeah, that dream is
pretty sure to be fulfilled if you keep talking like that.”
“So tell me about Adam Seiger,
the first gay black goalie I’ve ever had the pleasure of eating spiedies with.”
I smiled around the mouthful
of awesomeness. “Not much to tell,” I said after I swallowed roughly. “I grew
up in Toronto, played lots of hockey, and was taken in by my aunt and uncle
when my parents were killed in a motorcycle accident.”
“Ouch,” he murmured after
dipping a fry into a glob of ketchup on his plate. “That must have been rough
on you. How old were you when they died?”
“Four, so I don’t really
remember too much about them. My aunt and uncle were the best, really.” I
looked up from my food to find Cason staring at me. “Do I have food on my
face?”
“No, no, you’re just,” he
paused with a fry hovering in front of his face, “you’re probably the best
looking man I’ve seen in this city for years. I guess I’m kind of stunned to
find myself sitting here, on a date, with such a sexy jock.” I had to avert my
sight, just until I could get the surge of embarrassment and white-hot lust
under control. “See, that there—that is so hot. I love that about hockey
players. They’re always so damn humble.”
“So yeah, enough about me
or my face will combust,” I said, and Cason chuckled then shoved his fry into
his mouth. “How did a kid with a dad from Argentina get into hockey? I’d think
you’d be a soccer fan.”
“Oh, I am, but winter in
Binghamton means hockey, so I go to the games when I can afford it. I like the
speed of hockey, and the violence. Also, the goalies are really cute.”
I coughed and ducked my
head. “You’re doing it again.” Cason laughed and I felt the rib pit tip
dangerously to the right. Making him laugh again now seemed like the most
important thing ever. “Do you always talk up your dates this way?”
“Only if I’m dreaming
about a kiss at the end of the date,” he confessed, but I saw a shade of pink
settle into his smooth cheeks. Seemed he was a bit of a blusher as well. That
was good to know.
“Yeah, that dream is
pretty sure to be fulfilled if you keep talking like that.”
Author Bio
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,
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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)
Coming 1/18/17… 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)
Torquere Press Backlist and Upcoming Releases
Two Guys Walk into an Apocalypse (Part of the He Loves Me for My
Brainssss anthology)
Two Guys Walk into an Apocalypse 2: It Came from Birmingham
Two Guys Walk into an Apocalypse 3: He’s a Lumberjack and He’s Undead
Love of the Hunter
All I Want for Christmas—A Toms & Tabbies Tale
Early to Rise—A Toms & Tabbies Tale
Every Sunday at One (Part of the 2013 Charity Sip
anthology)
An Erie Halloween
An Erie Operetta
An Erie Garden Party
Back to the Garden (Also part of the Mythologically
Torqued anthology)
Independent LGBT Releases
On Broadway (Part of the Changing on the Fly
M/M charity hockey anthology)
Coming 2017
Coming 3/1/17…Point Shot Trilogy Boxed Set
Coming 6/1/17… Goaltender’s Penalty (An M/M
hockey romance novella)
Coming 8/1/17… Coming 8/1/17…Double Minor (A
Cayuga Cougar LGBT Duology)
Coming 9/27/17…Finding the Edge (book #1 of
the Brighton Wood Blades series)
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