Wednesday, February 25, 2015

The Most SHOCKING thing on The Walking Dead-Prepare to be absolutely stunned!

I love The Walking Dead, but I have to say I've gained a lot of respect for the writers and producers after last week's episode. There's something beautiful about showing tender moments with all the horror going on in their world.

Most of you probably saw this, or heard about it even if you're not a fan of the show. I'll let you enjoy it for a moment. :)

So what's shocking? In this day and age, what in the world about this would cause anyone to so much as blink?

Well, the reaction. Some people are not only disturbed, but PISSED that TWD went 'There'. Thankfully, I haven't completely lost my faith in humanity, because there's just as many cheering on the show for showing survivors in love appreciating every moment they have together. Maybe some people find that hard to believe, but if you think about it, without hope, you're as good as dead.

So maybe you think romance has no place in the show, but consider the strength of the human spirit. If people could survive a zombie apocalypse, many of the best parts of us would survive as well. <3

For those interested, here's the blog where I first heard about the fun little panic attacks people are having. ;)

Monday, February 23, 2015

The GHOST that wanted me to get LOST (Or my experience at Wicked Wild Weekend 2015)

Imagine sleeping alone in a room with a history of being haunted, in a part of the hotel EVERYONE is saying they wouldn't stay. The old part. This guy's room actually.
Image source Poets.Org

This is Sidney Lanier and I had his name on my door and his picture on the wall beside it. The room was nice enough, but had an odd smell. A few people said it reminded them of tobacco, like an old pipe or cigar.

I smoke vapor now and never inside hotels or stuff, so it wasn't me. Kinda creeptastic right there.

But I don't think Mr. Lanier was hanging out in my room. He was a poet, and from what I read about him, a pretty cool guy. I don't see him getting off on scaring me stupid! lol!

Now, I don't know for sure that my room was haunted, but it was very hard to convince myself it wasn't. The eerie quiet of the long halls leading up to my room, the lack of any signs of life--no one went into or came out of any of the rooms around mine while I was there--the sharp pain at the curve between my shoulder and my neck which I DO believe was a muscle thing and not an actual bite by something I couldn't see.

And the strange noises...

Granted, construction was going on at the end of the hall, which was blocked off by a sign mentioning the renovations and an...old desk? Might have been a piano, I'm not sure. But someone wrote 'REDRUM' on it.

The fact that I watched her do it is irrelevant. ;)

So, will I be going back?

ABSOLUTELY! Not to the same room and I'm bringing my wonderful Stacey with me. And maybe some sage and an exorcist, but despite the fact that I had trouble sleeping and spent my nights pretty freaked out...

The event was INCREDIBLE. And the hotel staff is the best of any place I've ever been to. The hotel I stayed at in Savannah comes very close, but there was something just a bit more welcoming about The Menger. I didn't meet a single member of the staff that wasn't friendly and helpful. If I hadn't been too embarrassed about being afraid of my room to ask, they probably would have moved me to another room.

If you all wanna hear more about my experiences in the room, I'll make another post, but my big thing was no matter how tired I was, this is a great event and a wonderful group. Everyone was always very inclusive and the minute I went down to the lobby, even if I didn't have something scheduled to check out, I'd find people to hang out with.
Credit for this and the pictures of the models, hotel and the Alamo go to
Dawn Daydrmz Blogg

From a visit to the Alamo, to a trip down the river walk, a rodeo and the Cowboy Dance hall where I learned some two-step, I had the chance to experience a great deal of the beautiful city of San Antonio. There's plenty to do at the event itself, but not so much that you can't explore. The group on Facebook was also very active, which made it easy to see who was going where and tag along. 

With the event itself, there were a lot of meals provided, and each one was different, which was really nice. You didn't have to worry about getting the same old thing. The tables always had cool center pieces--I got two more rubber duckies for my collection! <g>

There was music and dancing and tons of laughter and fun. Every event had a few giveaways and many authors provided baskets. I sent some in too, but I screwed up and got the books for one basket in late and forgot to check on it until the last minute.

When I talked to the organizers, they were so awesome about it and took care of it without making me feel bad. Believe me, I've been to enough events to have expected the irritation I probably deserved. Events like this are tough to put together and unexpected stuff can be annoying as hell. I felt bad, but things worked out. And they were understanding and fixed it without a problem.

Now, aside 
from the wonderful ladies running things, and the collection of authors and bloggers and readers to chill with, there were several cover models. I've been to events where the models are pushy and skeezy, but this wasn't like that. If you're into flirting, the models were happy to play along, but they were good at reading people who just wanted to chat it up. I liked the balance and was able to enjoy the eye candy without wondering if I'd get groped.

Unless I wanted to be. ;)

Hard not to want this, eh? <g> (Trying to figure out how to get the vid on here, but for now TRUST ME, you wanna click and watch!)

I could say so much more about the event, but this post would end up crazy long, so I'll just leave it at I am so going BACK!!! So far I only had two events I really wanted to return to, but Wicked Wild Weekend just made it on that list. So if you're considering an event for next year, make sure to check it out! 

Monday, February 16, 2015


If you're into hot, dirty-talkin', sexy baseball heroes I may have just the thing to quench that thirst...

Have you met my players? 

Available now for a limited release price of .99 cents...

Sliding Into Second

Jilted once before, now it's her turn to level the playing field.

Hotshot sports reporter Sage Millan has been busy making a name for herself in the male dominated world of baseball. She's just landed her dream job, and her first assignment is covering the newly crowned World Series champions, The Kingston Crushers. This is the opportunity of a lifetime. The only problem…her ex-boyfriend, and the only man she's ever loved, is the team's second baseman. Things ended badly between them, and she's not sure she can put those demons to rest.

Professional baseball player Nicolas Cordova is having the time of his life. His team has just won the World Series, and with the victory comes more fame, women, and exposure than he ever could have imagined. But things are about to change for the sexy, charismatic athlete. He never expected his ex-girlfriend to walk back into his life, much less the locker room.

These days Sage is smarter, more mature, and doesn't plan on being played a second time. Her appearance stirs old memories for Nic. She's the one he let get away in the name of his career. He vows he can be the man she needs this time around. Will that be enough to mend her broken heart?

Content Warning: contains explicit sex and adult content


“I’ll admit I’ve had many women in the past, and I can’t apologize for living. But as the years went by, my feelings for you were always someplace deep in my heart. I know that’s why I can’t settle down. Why I can’t find the peace I’ve been searching for. It doesn’t exist without you.”

“How can you say things like that? You don’t even know the woman I’ve become. I’m not that girl who relied on you, the one who would’ve followed you anywhere. I’m not her anymore, Nic. I can’t ever be her again.”

“Maybe I’m not asking for her.” He leaned closer to her face. “Maybe I want to know the woman you are today. I want another shot at this.”

“No,” she whispered.

“If you remember anything about me, I have a hard time with that word.” He tipped her chin, focusing on her lips. “I am going to kiss you. Right here and right now.”

Her knees buckled as a cool tremor swept through her. She wanted to say no. It was the only logical word to mutter, but her heart didn’t want her to say it. Her body wasn’t on board with turning him down either. The warmth that built in her stomach had moved lower, and now all she could think about was his lips on hers.

“It doesn’t sound like you’re asking,” she breathed out.

“I’m not.”

Before she could say anything else, his mouth was on hers, eager, but slow and soft. His stubble grazed along her chin as he tilted his head and deepened their bond. The sound throughout the crowded lobby seemed to fade into the background, and soon, all she could hear was her heart pumping loud between her ears. Why did he have to be such a freakin’ good kisser?

After the incredibly long connection, he pulled away, but not before stopping to kiss the bottom corner of her mouth like he used to.

“I’ve waited a long time to do that,” he said. “It was worth every lonely minute.”

“I... Nic...” She’d always had the gift of words. It was what she did for a living, but in that moment, all of her thoughts were jumbled and senseless.

“It’s okay.” He grinned as he stroked her cheek. “Let’s get something to eat and maybe figure this out. Whatever this is.”

“No.” She ran her hands along his strong chest, resting them on his shoulders.

“Don’t over analyze this, baby.” He glanced down at her hands on his body. “Let’s just go with it.”

“That’s what I’m trying to tell you.” She took a breath and continued before she lost her nerve. “Take me upstairs to your room. I know how we can figure this out.”

“What are you asking?” He placed his hand on the small of her back, drawing her closer to him. “You need to be real clear.”

“I want to go upstairs with you.”

“That’s not why I kissed you.”

“Isn’t it?” She smirked. “We’re adults now, Nicky. Let’s settle this like adults.”

“I’m not looking to settle anything. That usually means it’s over, and we’re nowhere near over.” He motioned for Joe. “I’ll take care of the bar tab and then we’ll get dinner.”

“No.” She draped her arms around his neck, intoxicated by the idea of being so close to him again. He may be older now, and may have lost those boyish looks, but the man he had become suited him and drove her wild with need.

“What did I tell you about that word?”

“I can guarantee I won’t be using it once we’re in your bedroom.” She ran her tongue along her top lip. “I’m going to the ladies room. When I come out, if you’re not by the elevators waiting for me, I’ll know that kiss was nothing more than the heat of the moment and we can go on with our lives.”


“Shh.” She pressed her lips to his. “Now who’s over analyzing?” She reached for her purse and coat hanging on the back of the stool. “I’ll see you in a few minutes.” I hope.

This is book 2 in the Kingston Heat Series but both books stand alone and can be read in either order.

Book One... Stealing His Heart available now.

WARNING... Pax will steal your heart

Will the bad-boy pitcher strike out when it comes to love?

Shy music teacher Sophia Ballis has sworn off men. After a bad experience with a college jock she decided it was better to be alone than to get burned again. She focused on her education and now her new job at a local private school.

Professional baseball pitcher Paxton Hughes is a player both on and off the field. He's signed to the Kingston Crushers to bring home the coveted championship title. Nothing can get in his way. Serious relationships don't mix with a life on the road and he never loses focus on the game. One-night stands are his specialty for a reason.

While out jogging one spring morning, the two collide, setting their course in motion. Pax is immediately drawn to the unassuming beauty. Sophia is aware of his reputation and decides one night of meaningless sex with the attractive Texas charmer is just what she needs to get over her self-imposed dry spell. Pax has more than a one-night stand on his mind, but will his bad-boy persona and demanding schedule ruin any chances of a happily ever after?

Content Warning: contains explicit sex and adult content


"Ella Jade always comes through with sexy little romps that are always entertaining" Manic Readers 

"I read it in one sitting. I couldn't put it down. It has everything I LOVE in a sexy steamy hot book." My Daily Romance 

"Very fun read." Musings From An Addicted Reader 

"This is a story that you won't regret getting into." Adri at Sassy Moms Say Read Romance 

Ella Jade has been writing for as long as she can remember. As a child, she often had a notebook and pen with her, and now as an adult, the laptop is never far. The plots and dialogue have always played out in her head, but she never knew what to do with them. That all changed when she discovered the eBook industry. She started penning novels at a rapid pace and now she can't be stopped.

Ella resides in New Jersey with her husband and two boys. When she's not chasing after her kids, she's busy creating sexy, domineering men and the strong women who know how to challenge them in and out of the bedroom.  She hopes you'll get lost in her words.

She loves connecting with readers. You can find her here…




Saturday, February 14, 2015

Fifty Shades of F*CKED UP

I’d say I’m going to keep this short, but I started off writing this just to get my thoughts down because I’m so damn frustrated. Discussion, good and bad, about FSoG is flooding the internet and it’s impossible to look up anything without seeing people either loving or hating on it.

Like any huge fad, people are going to take different stances and express their feelings. Whether you’re into showing off your boxers above your low hanging jeans, tucking your pants into your socks, wearing tights as pants, or wearing a pacifier replica for earrings (and on a necklace, and keychain, and…well, they were everywhere when I was in school) people will like it just because they like it while others will be shouting from the rooftops that they agree or disagree with whatever started the trend.

This is a book. It’s fiction. For myself, I read the first book and…

I will pause now so people can tell me that I can’t have an opinion. Go ahead, reading all three books is a new requirement for everyone who wants to speak their mind. And I will also give you a moment to truly consider how ridiculous that is.

Anyway, I read the first book and it was a struggle. The writing style is not a type that I enjoy. If the book wasn’t so popular and I wasn’t an author I wouldn’t have forced myself past the first elevator scene. Now, this isn’t even me criticizing the author. Regardless that the book began as fanfiction, or the whole debate there, let’s just leave it at I just don’t get that excited about elevators. Which probably disconnected me from the heroine even more than her attitude towards her roommate.

On continuing to read, I found many things in the book disturbing. Now, I read horror. I read AND write dubcon. What irked me was things happened in the book that were easily dismissed. I’ve been told that this is because it was based on Twilight and what might be acceptable with a vampire seems a little different when a human is doing it.

Which is entirely possible, but FSoG is now its own book and it doesn’t make sense for people to have to read Twilight and FSoG to avoid ‘misunderstanding’ the behavior of the characters.

So if you get into a discussion about the book, someone might mention the relationship seems unhealthy. Should your boyfriend bring you to tears that often in the beginning of the relationship? Should you dread his response to you being honest with him? Should you have to pick your words when you speak?

Wait, we can’t have this discussion?


I have been given so many different reasons, I’m still trying to wrap my head around it. One of the most popular is ‘It’s just a damn book! If you don’t enjoy it, don’t fucking read it.’

Umm…what? Is this the new thing, because I’m not seeing that trend with any other book out there. Bad reviews are still left on Amazon. There are long discussions in groups on FB with people going back and forth about why they love or hate any book from The Hobit to Diary of a Wimpy Kid. Since when are people not allowed to talk about books they’ve read?

Another fun chat I’ve had with people is about the abusive relationship between Christian and Anna. Which, apparently I don’t understand because I’m a prude and I don’t get kink and BDSM. If I’m clueless, I should just really shut up and let people enjoy their hot sex. I am a horrible person for judging another person’s lifestyle.

Which is kinda funny. My research, my experiences, and what I write would say  otherwise. I know what BDSM is. I know what’s safe and what’s not. If you want to bring up anything in my books that pushes the boundaries, go for it, but don’t tell me I’m a prude because it’s not going to shut me up.

THAT, more than anything in the books, is what I find disturbing. Fans are trying to get anyone who wants to discuss the book to stop talking about it unless they’re singing its praises. This INCLUDES victims of abuse who bring up the parallels between their abusers and the hero of this book.

Many of those who criticize the book say they’re afraid woman will actually find a man like Christian Grey and learn too late that you can’t change a man like that. I have to admit, I STILL want to believe people aren’t that stupid. Hell, I’ve read books with questionable heroes and gotten all hot and bothered at scenes where the man with a temper grabs the heroine by the throat and kisses her roughly before leaving her to go rob a bank. Or worse.

Still haven’t found my sexy criminal. *sigh*

The difference is, if someone asked me if I really wanted a man like that, I’d laugh and say ‘Hell no!’. If I met a woman who’d had a bad relationship with a criminal and told me she couldn’t read that book because it had triggers for her?

Damn it, I wouldn’t ask her what her problem was. I wouldn’t tell her it’s just fiction and she needs to get over it. Wouldn’t stop me from enjoying the books, but I could have a sympathetic discussion with her.

Try to have a discussion like that with one of the truly feral fans of FSoG. Or any discussion at all. Ask them if they’d want their daughters with a man like Christian. 

This image was shared with me on FB by the amazing Candace Blevins. Who writes very HOT BDSM novels.

Or don’t, because the answers tend to be disturbing. Many get defensive, fights start and I’ve seen more than a few of them end friendships. It’s getting to the point that people can’t discuss anything about it at all. My inbox could make me regret saying a single word about it on Facebook.

So why have I? And why in the world would I post about it on my blog?

Because more dangerous than a man like Christian Grey is anything that closes communication. My greatest fear is that women in bad situations will feel even more alone. While all her friends are enjoying the book and the movie and laughing about the articles they’ve read that mention abuse? While they’re giggling about how ‘it’s just spanking!’ and ‘I don’t see what the big deal is!’, a person who needs to talk doesn’t feel like they can.

Hopefully, those who need help are also reading those articles. And seeing that there are numbers they can call. And people who, whether they enjoyed the book or not, can still see the difference between a healthy relationship and one that’s not.

The discussion isn’t whether it’s fiction or not. It’s not whether BDSM is good or bad. It’s not about fixing people. It’s not about romance.

It’s not there at all.

Here are some links for those who are interested:


I’m leaving the comments open, and I won’t delete any that I don’t agree with, but I do ask that they remain respectful. Thank you! 

*Note* If there are any links you think might be good to add, please let me know! :)

Thursday, January 22, 2015

Offended? REPORT REPORT REPORT! You might be able to 'RUIN' someone. Unless WE get in your way...PETITION

This is gonna be a quick one. Since last night, myself and several INCREDIBLE people have gotten together to help support a photographer who's been locked off his page for sharing his pictures. You know, the really obscene ones of women's asses...

Wait, no, that's not it. A female ass is fine.

OH! Yes, it must be a bloody picture on the first page of a news report...

Naw, why would that both anyone? I love beheadings with my coffee in the morning.

Here's some examples of the pictures that get reported:

In this case, one of the people who reported the photos--on a page you have to like to see, or perhaps your friends or family liked, in which case the IS the option to tell Facebook 'I don't want to see posts like this'--went so far as to tell Michael Stokes that they would ruin him. There's no mistaking the intentions. This person knows Facebook has given them the power to lock someone off their page and remove photos they find offensive.

At one point, people could report photos of men kissing and have them removed. That policy has changed because enough people spoke up. I know, I've been reported, but never locked out! <g>

So Facebook DOES listen. If enough of us speak up and ask them to review their policies, they might just do it. If you agree that Facebook should reevaluate the power they give people to shut down a page that shows artistic photos nowhere near as explicit as many allowed in the media, please sign this petition:

STOP Censoring Artistic Photos by Michael Stokes and Locking him off his page

We're off to an amazing start, with over 500 signatures in less than 14 hours, and I believe we'll have the numbers we need to be heard in no time! So thank you in advance. This is why I believe people, as a whole, are pretty damn awesome! :D

Friday, January 16, 2015

Celestial Pets Available Now-And what's up with KU?
I won't keep you long-I got a couple of books I'm hoping to get to you within the next few months. ;) But for a fun little update, right now we're working on a custom photo shoot for the cover of GOAL LINE.

Yes, that means Dominik Mason not only gets his own book, but he'll be the only one on it, just like Tyler Vanek for Iron Cross.

Aside from that, we have the last Deadly Captive book, THE END, which seems like it's taking forever, but I promise you, it will be worth the wait. I had to choose between getting it out quickly and being true to the story. I'll always choose the story, and I know that's exactly what you all expect from me.

 So now for the fun stuff! <g> 

Celestial Pets has been waiting in line for its turn in the spotlight, but with the 'opportunity' of Kindle Unlimited (you've probably seen a few authors talking about it) I figured this might be the perfect time to try out the program and maybe hook up with some new readers. I'm a bit of a slut that way. ;)

How it works is, I release a part once a month and keep the price at .99. When the whole book is out, I'll release it with a new cover for those who don't do serials. I'll pray that the serial keeps me afloat while I'm getting my mega books out. And that you all enjoy the angels and demons while you wait! <g>

To help you decide, here's the blurb and an excerpt. Happy reading! :D


Created pure and innocent, the newborn angel Fae’s only crime is loving the mortal realm too much. She wants to see, to touch, to taste...and to know. All of which leads to her fall from grace when she meets the demon brothers who give her all she desires.

Cravis and Travis toy with the young angel out of boredom, but losing her awakens something inside them that they didn’t know they could still feel. While Travis begins to learn how precious a life can be, Cravis struggles with the fear of how fragile love is, not sure if he can go through it being taken from him once again.

The demons will claim the angel, but many dangers threaten the Fallen. Hunted by the Virtues and lusted after by the damned, Fae may be protected as a cherished pet. But she will soon learn she’s worth so much more.


“Could you spare us a moment, precious?”
The men looked so alike she wondered how one would tell them apart. Until the other spoke. His voice didn’t sound edged on laughter like the first. It was pure and deep, with the low rumble of a beast.
“Wondrous, are they not?”
Fae looked at this one and smiled. He reminded her of the one who’d come on her first day and she hadn’t been afraid of him. “Oh, yes. I long to be like them.” Her smile faded a little and she rubbed her arms as a fierce tremor shook her. “Is that wrong?”
The men exchanged a look. The first one answered her. “Why yes. What shall be your penance?”
“Penance?” Fae repeated the unfamiliar word. The meaning came to her and she frowned. “Is there one?”
The man’s lips curved as he studied his nails, wet where the snow had melted. “Naturally.”
Fae fisted her hands in her white robes. Maybe these men had the answers no one else would give her. Like why her thoughts alone could condemn her. And if this penance could save her. “Shall I be cast aside?”
The second man reached out and pried one of her hands loose. “Does that scare you?”
“Yes.” Fae bit her lip as his calloused palm enfolded her long, delicate fingers, warming them. She knew—God she knew she’d broken the rules. Several in the past few moments. But he’d touched her. Perhaps this man was a Virtue, here to enforce the laws. If he was he could crush her, easily as a man crushing an ant under his heal. Instead he leant her his strength. She’d never known kindness like this. “Can you help me?”
Another look passed between the men. Fae didn’t understand it, but she prayed it meant there was hope for her.
“Of course we can,” the first said. “But you must swear to submit to our . .  . judgment.”
“Oh, I do.” Fae’s eyes were wet. A salty warm wetness contrasting with the cold from the snow. She touched her face, confused again. Tears? Tears were for loss, or for happiness. Yet she felt neither really. “I…”
The second man shrugged off his jacket, then laid it over her shoulders. He encircled her wrist with his finger and then gently drew her to his side. A strange sensation rose up her arm and passed through her whole being to settle as a strange heat in the pit of her stomach. His scent rose to her from his jacket, a curious scent, like fresh cut wood caressed by flames. Another spicy scent drifted over it, but the first stayed with her, somehow more . . . real.
“Come with us. We’ll get you somewhere warm.” His tone bothered Fae. He muttered something that sounded like ‘and keep you out of trouble’.
Did he feel responsible for her? Azreal had warned her she wouldn’t be trusted . . . perhaps she’d earned herself keepers. Maybe they were stuck with her.
I did this. Only I will pay.
“I won’t be any trouble.” She held the jacket closed with one hand, then touched his cheek and looked into his dark eyes. “I will accept my punishment and prove myself so you may be free of me.”
He released her and his jaw went hard.
The first man laced his fingers with hers and his lips curved as she let him pull her close. He used his thumb to dry her tears and cold moisture from her cheeks. She inhaled deep, absorbing his natural aroma, much like the other man’s, only somehow less intense. No better or worse, just lacking the deep, dark notes.
His smile gave her hope. “Then as my brother said, come with us. When all has passed you will be…Redeemed.”

Tuesday, January 13, 2015

THE SPORTS AUTHOR: Guest Post V.L. Locey

Please welcome the amazing VL Locey to celebrate her latest Wildcat novel, Language of Love!

Hi there everyone, I am thrilled to meet you! My name is V.L. Locey and I'm an erotic romance author, wife, mother of a college freshman, and small hobby farmer. Before I get chit-chatting and forget, I'd like to thank Bianca for having me here for a visit. I met Bianca when I was fortunate enough to have a novella chosen for inclusion in the Seduced by the Game charity anthology that benefitted Hockey Fights Cancer. While Bianca may cheer the Habs and I root for the Rangers, we became friends and hardly ever chirp each other about our teams. Although it was probably tempting when the Canadian`s and Rangers went head-to-head for the Eastern Conference Championship last season! =D

Now you might be wondering how it is that a small hobby farmer may have gotten into writing erotic romances, and in particular erotic hockey romance, although I do dabble in a few other genres hockey romance is my bread and butter. Most folks who I meet scratch their heads when they try to match up woman who writes steamy sex about hockey players with woman who tends to chickens and cows. By the way, we do just happen to own a steer who goes by the name of Mooka Rask. Mooka is the bigger steer in the picture. We also have Frankie, who got his name because he`s a Jersey boy. We are a strange and goofy bunch here on the hillside farm but I digress . . .

When I started writing seriously several years ago, I was having lunch with a couple of girlfriends who happen to be authors as well. One of those lovely gals is a rabid Penguins fan. I had self-published a few romance novels that dealt with Greek mythology, but had seen a submissions call for a sports anthology. I mentioned the submission call and we began talking about various sports we liked. Now back in the day, I had followed hockey and even attended a few games at the Spectrum when the Broad Street Bullies were knocking heads and winning cups. Life moved me away from the City of Brotherly Love and plunked me down near the New York border. My husband was not a sports fan and so I drifted from the sport.

As we had chatted, my girlfriend mentioned attending a rather rowdy Pens game and feared that the on-ice violence might spill out into the parking lot after the game. Viola! An idea for that sports anthology appeared instantly, and a couple weeks later, I had written my first hockey romance! Of course, since it had been so long since I had watched a game, I decided to sit down and reacquaint myself with the sport. Quite a bit had changed but the heart, passion, and body checks were just the same! Calling it "research" when my husband would ask why hockey was on, I soon found myself falling back in love with the NHL. Now I can't imagine not having a hockey game on the TV nearly every night. While my allegiance may now rest with the Rangers, I still have a soft spot for the city that gave me my first taste of ice hockey. That`s why I chose Philadelphia for the setting for the To Love a Wildcat books, as well as the Venom novels, which is my next hockey romance series presented by Secret Cravings Publishing.

If you`re a fan of erotic hockey romance, you may want to check out the latest Wildcat novel, Language of Love. Here`s a short blurb, the cover, and a couple buy links if you decide to grab a copy. I do suggest that the books be read in order, which would be Pink Pucks & Power Plays, A Most Unlikely Countess, O Captain! My Captain!, Reality Check, and Language of Love. 


Life was so much easier for Margarite Lancourt before she had set eyes on Petro Shevenko. Her diploma to teach hearing impaired children would be in her hand within a year. Then she would find the right man, the right neighborhood, and bear the right children. Her deafness was not going to get in the way of her aspirations. But were they her dreams or her mother`s? 

Now that she has met Petro, the Wildcats sexy new acquisition who has an unquenchable thirst for the wild side of life, Margarite`s nicely mapped out life is in chaos. Can she tame this unruly Russian Wildcat? Or will his family demons drag him, and Margarite, back into the darkness the couple have struggled to break free from? 

Buy Links-

Amazon- 4&keywords=v.l.+locey
Secret Cravings Store-

Author Bio-

V.L. Locey loves worn jeans, belly laughs, 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 goofy domestic fowl, and two steers: one named after a famous N.H.L. goalie while the other carries the moniker of a 60`s pop legend.
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.

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Secret Cravings Backlist Books:
  • 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)
  • Tumble Dry