Changing on the Fly is a
celebration of romance, featuring six M/M stories about hockey players falling
in love on – and off – the ice. All proceeds from the anthology will be donated
to a charity that supports inclusiveness in athletics.
The anthology will be available starting in October, 2016, for a limited time
only.
It includes the following stories:
Even Strength by Cherylanne Corneille
Next Season by Avon Gale
Going Home by Heather Lire
On Broadway by V.L. Locey
The Brother and the Retired Player by Mary Smith
Take a Shot by Samantha Wayland
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Excerpt
V.L. Locey’s On Broadway:
"You're about as far from being just a guy as I am from being able to
play “Rocket Man” on harmonica.”
"Is that the song your mom
named you after?" I fell back to the bed, feet dangling to the floor and
hands clasped behind my head.
"Good guess." He
appeared behind me after a moment. I tipped my head back to look at him. His
green eyes were darker now, smoky jade and hot with desire. "You're really
sexy in a Toby McGuire Spider-Man kind of way."
"I don't have any
superpowers," I replied as he leaned over and placed his hands on either
side of my head.
"Not true," Rocket
whispered before covering my mouth with his. My eyes drifted shut as my fingers
knotted up the bedding. His mouth was hot and wet, his tongue skilled, his
taste a subtle blend of Korean buffet. "You're Riley Zeally," he
murmured between nibbling kisses that made my heart pump faster, "the face
of professional hockey."
I reached up from the duvet to
push my fingers into his hair. "I want you," I panted between his
short, maddening sweeps of my mouth.
Samantha Wayland’s Take a Shot:
“There already is someone who loves to spend
time with you, who loves hockey and your friends and their ridiculous pranks.
Who gets that you have to travel and that you’re tired!”
Tim blinked,
appearing utterly bewildered. “Who?”
“Me, you
asshole! Me.”
Tim threw
his hands in the air. “What about you?”
“I
appreciate you exactly as you are. I love our life. Our friends. You. Even the
super fucking irritating things, because apparently there is something wrong
with me. I love that you can’t hide what you’re feeling, almost ever. And that
you say what you’re thinking, even when I can’t do the same. I like living with
you, a fucking neat-freak nudist, and working with you, and there’s never been
a time, not once, that I was tired of being around you. You’re gorgeous and
you’re kind and you’re the best person I know. So shut up about there not being
someone who can appreciate everything about you. There already is. And
unfortunately for you, it’s me.”
Heather Lire’s Going Home
“What the
fuck, man?” Blake growled at Dex.
“What?” he
asked, innocently. Too innocently. “I was just making conversation with an old
friend from high school. One who helped both of us graduate.”
If he’d
known when he started this trip down memory lane that he’d be running into the
person who’d had a staring roll in the epic disaster that had been his last
night in town, he’d never have started it. Micah had also held a staring roll
in every single one of his sexual fantasies back then as well.
“Fuck you,
Dex.”
“Think about
it like this…this is a new start for both of us. A chance to fix the things in
our lives that we fucked up. Me with my career and you with Micah.”
Cherylanne Corneille’s Even Strength
He took a
few laps around their end of the rink to loosen his legs. On his fourth pass
around the net, he picked up a stray puck and carried it on his stick before
shooting it into the net. Boone bumped his shoulder and nodded toward the glass
as they rounded their end of the rink again.
What the
hell? He glanced in the direction his teammate indicated. Two men around his
age wearing New York’s jerseys held up a brightly colored sign that said
simply, “Thank you, Nate.” He puzzled on the meaning until he made another lap.
One of them also held a small rainbow flag.
Mary Smith’s The Brother and the Retired
Player
Our lips
touch, and the spark is struck. He pulls me closer and grips my hips. I can
feel his hardness already, and my dick twitches at the contact. Our kiss
intensifies as our tongues touch. I hold him closer, and the light scruff of
his pale beard tickles me. I never want to leave this spot, but finally, I pull
back.
Avon Gale’s Next Season
Nick stopped
as Sparrow went to get into his Escalade, which he’d somehow remote started the
second they got out of the building. Nick drove a 2002 Ford Focus and was lucky
if it started when the key was in the ignition.
“So, uh,”
Nick said, not wanting to just walk off but still as uncertain as he’d been in
the locker room about what to say. “See you in Philly, I guess.”
“Yeah,”
Sparrow muttered, yanking the door to his luxury SUV open with too much force.
“See you in Philly, kid.”
Nick managed
to get his own car door open, grabbed his ice scraper, and turned the car on so
he could blast the heat. He watched Sparrow drive away, leaving tire tracks in
the snow.
Author Bios
V.L. Locey
V.L. Locey loves worn jeans,
yoga, belly laughs, walking, reading and writing lusty tales, Greek mythology,
the New York Rangers, comic books, and coffee. (Not necessarily in that order.)
She shares her life with her husband, her daughter, one dog, two cats, a flock
of assorted domestic fowl, and two Jersey steers.
When not writing spicy
romances, she enjoys spending her day with her menagerie in the rolling hills
of Pennsylvania with a cup of fresh java in hand. She can also be found online
on Facebook, Twitter, Pinterest, and GoodReads.
Avon
Gale
Avon Gale was once the mayor on Foursquare of Jazzercise
and Lollicup, which should tell you all you need to know about her as a person.
She likes road trips, rock concerts, drinking Kentucky bourbon and yelling at
hockey. She’s a displaced southerner living in a liberal midwestern college
town, and she never gets tired of people and their stories -- either real or
the ones she makes up in her head.
Cherylanne
Corneille
Cherylanne Corneille has been writing almost as long as
she has loved the game of hockey, so it was inevitable that she would
eventually combine two of her favorite pastimes into one hobby. She will watch
almost any game but prefers to cheer on the Carolina Hurricanes, Anaheim Ducks,
Tampa Bay Lightning, and Tyler Seguin.
When not writing or watching hockey, she enjoys running
and has completed 18 half marathons. She
also loves Stars Wars, Lord of the Rings, and Captain America.
Cherylanne lives in Central Florida with her cat, who was
almost called Puck or Hanifin but sometimes answers to the name Phasma.
Heather
Lire
Heather has traveled all over the world, speaks several
languages, collects romance books like they’re going out of style, and has
multiple book boyfriends. Ok, she hasn’t been all over the world, except in her
mind. She does however speak multiple languages and collect romance books. Her
long-suffering husband and sons roll their eyes at all her book boyfriends.
When she’s not busy on her next novel she can be found in her classroom where
teaches one of those many languages, at one of her sons many sporting events or
on twitter talking about what else, romance books.
Samantha
Wayland
Samantha Wayland has three great loves in life; her
family, writing books, and hockey. She is often found apologizing to the first
for how much time and attention is taken up by the latter two, but they forgive
her because they are awesome and she clearly doesn’t deserve them.
Sam lives with her family—of both the two and four-legged
variety—outside of Boston. When she’s not locked away in her home office, she
can generally be found tucked in the corner of the local Thai place with other
socially-starved authors and an adult beverage. Her favorite things include
mango martinis, tiny Chihuahuas with big attitude problems, and the Oxford
comma.
Mary
Smith
Best Selling Author, Mary Smith, has been coming up with
stories her whole life. She has written A HOCKEY TUTOR and THE NEW HAMPSHIRE
BEARS SERIES along with numerous other titles, as well as co-authored THE
PENALTY KILL TRILOGY, OH CAPTAIN, MY CAPTAIN SERIES, and THE NINTH INNINGS
SERIES with Lindsay Paige. When not busy writing or rooting for the Chicago
Blackhawks you can find her with her nose stuck in her Kindle.
The Coach and the Secret by Mary Smith
