Any fans of hockey romance in the house tonight? Here’s a treat for you… V.L. Locey is my guest with the latest book in the Owatonna U series she co-writes with RJ Scott. Wrap yourself in your cosiest blanket, grab your beverage of choice and meet Scott and Hayne for a perfect start to the weekend!
Hi there! I’m so excited to be visiting Jackie today to chat a bit about a subject near and dear to my heart…writing and hockey! Okay, that’s two things but they can be combined to make one delicious treat. Like peanut butter and chocolate only less fattening.
I’ve been fortunate to be able to joyfully unite two of my favorite things and build a career from that coupling. It’s not always easy for an author to do that, but thankfully the sports romance market has taken off in recent years and that has opened the door for hockey romance, especially MM hockey books, which are the genre of my heart. I’d write the stories anyway even if I weren’t paid a plug nickel but being able to share those love stories is a sheer joy!
My team is the New York Rangers. We’ve been struggling a bit (or a lot) and my fave Ranger was traded about a month ago, so this season has been a tough one. Thankfully I can lose myself in my fictional world where our teams make the playoffs and win the Stanley Cup. Well, sometimes. And after some hard work and romantic entanglements. Then they get that happy ever after!
If you’d like to dip your toes into some hockey romance, my coauthor and fellow Wonder Twin RJ Scott and I have a brand-new release, the second in a new adult collegiate trilogy. Scott, Owatonna U. Hockey #2, just hit the stands a few days ago and has been garnering some rave reviews.
I’ll be giving away two digital copies of the first book in the trilogy, Ryker, Owatonna U. Hockey #1, leave a comment below and tell me what your favorite two things to combine are. It can be food, clothing, or tropes. I’m easy to please! A pair of random winners will be picked. Good luck all!
Skate hard and love deeply,
Scott | Owatonna U #2
What happens when you try to fix the past and end up threatening your future?
Scott is struggling. Grieving the loss of his brother, carrying the weight of his father’s expectations, and getting his ass kicked in the rink, he’s in a downward spiral. He needs a solution and fast, but when his steroid use is exposed, he’s close to losing his place at Owatonna and more importantly, on the Eagles Hockey team. Thrown out of his house, with nowhere to go and no future in sight, he only has one choice; agree to mandatory counseling, random drug tests, and get his act together. Only then will he have a chance at normal. Meeting Hayne, a senior connected to the world through his art, is a shock to the system. Moving in with him is his only option, but falling for the shy artist leaves Scott in an impossible situation, and one he can’t escape.
Hayne has always been that quiet, creative kid who sat in the back of class drawing instead of listening to the teacher. A talented artist, the shy and sensitive young man is struggling with the loss of his childhood friend. Seeing his sadness reflected in his usually colorful paintings, he decides to attend grief counseling and meets Scott, a lost soul in desperate need of light and color in his life. Taking in a homeless hockey player certainly was never part of his carefully orchestrated ten-year plan. But now that Scott is in his life, he’s discovering the joy of this man’s loving smile and tender touch is one of the most beautiful palettes on earth.
Excerpt from Scott by RJ Scott and V.L. Locey
“Oh, I have news. Good news.” I threw the door a look, then hurried over to sit on the air mattress with Scott. He had super long legs, thick and hard from skating, but I made sure I curled into myself on the corner of his bed so not to touch or crowd him. “Professor Poole really likes the Winter Knight and is going to call the director of the Minnesota Museum of American Art to see if she’d like to add it to an exhibition they’re running now. Or was it a new exhibition? Shit, I can’t remember, but if she likes it, one of my paintings might be in a museum. And people will walk by and see it! Some will pause and study it and make soft thoughtful sounds as they enjoy the color scheme and brush strokes!”
Scott laughed softly. “Man, you are super stoked. I’m really happy for you.” He grabbed my toes and squeezed them. I giggled, then hid my face in the floppy neck of my turtleneck sweater.
“You were the knight,” I whispered into the soft wool.
“So you keep telling me.” He patted the top of my foot, and then his sight flickered from mine to my feet. “Dude, really. You have paint between your toes. When did you paint last? Like, four days ago?”
My ears and face turned scarlet. “Stop, I do not.” I slapped at his hand, but he pulled my leg out and up to show me my toes. Shit, there was paint between my toes. Sunshine yellow, to be exact. From the new oil on the easel that I’d started one morning when we’d woken and seen that the snow had melted off the skylights. The sun had fallen on Scott, and well… I had had to paint.
“You so do.” He chuckled. I tugged on my foot. He playfully held on to it. “I’ve never seen such tiny toes. They’re like little macaroni.”
“Don’t make fun of me!” I snapped, the giggling and roughhousing coming to a quick stop.
“Hayne, hey, I’m not.” I tried to kick him in the face for saying I had macaroni toes. “I’m not making fun. I think they’re… beautiful.”
Face hot with shame, I stopped trying to drive my heel into his handsome face. Bracing myself on arms locked behind me, I sat there, stunned, as he lifted my foot to his mouth and pressed a tender kiss to my little toe.
“Your feet are small and delicate, the arch high, the skin soft and pale and dotted with paint.” He spoke and kissed each toe, and then came a light touch of his lips to the sole of my foot. My cock was hard as a post. I had never experienced anything so erotic. Scott caressed my arch, his gaze roaming over me, touching on the erection tenting my leggings, and then slowly coming up over my heaving chest to my face. “Would you be… can I… is it okay if I kiss you?”
“Yes, please, if you would,” I squeaked as he placed my heel on his lap and leaned up, his hand cupping my chin. I closed my eyes and puckered. He blew several wild curls out of the way, then put his lips on mine. The kiss lasted for a second or two, the pressure so light I barely felt it, yet I felt it all over. He pulled back and let his fingers slide along my jaw.
“That was nice.” I opened my eyes. His were fiery. “Your lips are as soft as the skin on the sole of your foot, which you did not wash in the shower.”
“I did wash my foot. I just missed that spot,” I replied in a weak, raspy voice. “I’m happy to have you here to talk art with.”
“You happy about my kisses too?”
“Yes, very much.”
His smile lit up my attic in ways the sun wished it could.
About V.L. Locey
USA Today Bestselling Author V.L. Locey pens LGBT hockey romance that skates into sinful pleasures.
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.
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About RJ Scott
USA Today bestselling author RJ Scott writes stories with a heart of romance, a troubled road to reach happiness, and most importantly, a happily ever after.
RJ Scott is the author of over one hundred romance books, writing emotional stories of complicated characters, cowboys, millionaire, princes, and the men who get mixed up in their lives. RJ is known for writing books that always end with a happy ever after. She lives just outside London and spends every waking minute she isn’t with family either reading or writing. The last time she had a week’s break from writing she didn’t like it one little bit, and she has yet to meet a bottle of wine she couldn’t defeat. She’s always thrilled to hear from readers, bloggers and other writers.
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