Thursday, 24 April 2014

V L Locey - special guest

Today I'm completely thrilled that super-duper romance author     V. L. Locey has dropped by to say hi, chat about music and writing and tell us all about her new release in the To Love A Wildcat Series - what a treat, take it away

Hi there! I`m so happy to be here. I`d like to thank Lily for inviting me! My name is V.L Locey and I`m a mulitgenre erotic romance author.

Now you`d think that since I`m an author, all I`d talk about would be writing. Not this time. Well, at least, not entirely. Today I wanted to share my views on music and how it effects our work. I know lots of authors who listen to music as they write. Oh, how I envy those who can have soundtracks playing as they write! I tend to be one of those writers that needs absolute quiet to write. No TV, no music, no conversation of any kind. No chat windows open. No social media of any kind. Seems I`m rather easily distracted.

You might be asking yourself why I`m even broaching the subject of music if I don`t listen when writing. Well, just as a song can be supply important background emotion for a movie, or even a real life event, in A Most Unlikely Countess, the newest release in my To Love a Wildcat series, one particular song became pivotal to a key scene. This kind of musical inspiration comes to me often. I`ll hear a song and think 'That is so Veikko!' or 'This is Liz`s song!' and from that point on that song belongs to that character. So it is with this song. This song will always be Liz and Veikko`s song to me.

What are your special songs? I`d love to hear about them!

Painfully shy Liz Argon probably shouldn`t be dreaming of Veikko Aho, star goalie for the Philadelphia Wildcats. As she works side by side with 'The Count of the Crease' on his memoirs, she finds herself falling for the handsome goaltender. His tender ways with her and her mentally fragile mother are slowly claiming her heart. If only Veikko wasn`t already engaged to a woman far better suited to move in to 'The Count`s' world. In book two of the To Love a Wildcat series, we`ll see if a glass slipper can survive in the rough and tumble world of professional ice hockey.

He was at the baby grand, his head bowed as he played each note with perfection. Lord Elton John would be proud of how well Veikko was playing Someone Saved My Life Tonight. The keys were hit with passion and agony. I lingered in the doorway of the living room as he lost himself in the song, or so I thought.
“Come sit beside me, Piglet,” he said, jarring me from my appraisal of him, the piano, the muted light in the corner, and the tumbler of  liquid sitting within easy reach. Whiskey, if the smell was any indication. Not sure if I liked his nickname for me or not, I nonetheless moved closer to him. He glanced up, his long fingers never missing one key, then he jerked his head to indicate the bench. I moved behind him to sit primly at his side. Yes, it was whiskey in the tumbler. The smell was a thick fog around the man. So he had drunk his dinner tonight. That boded well.
“Tell me, Piglet, have you ever had a man break your heart?” he asked his accent slightly thicker from the ingestion of who knew how much Jack Daniels.
“I get no other details than that?” His hands moved across the keyboard smoothly, leaving me in yet a deeper hole of disbelief. I had come into this job with a massive number of misconceptions about athletic types. Veikko was shattering all my stereotypes. Not only was the man not dumb, he possessed all his teeth, he was a lover of fine art, a philanthropist, a highly skilled pianist, and a deeply emotional human being who was now begging, in his own masculine way, for me to commiserate with him. Maybe it was the booze that had him beseeching in as manly a way possible for heartache tales.
“He was a college guy.” I sighed, hearing the lyrics written by Bernie Taupin clearly in my mind. “I was sixteen, he was twenty-one. He got what he wanted and I never saw him again. Typical, right?”
He said something unpleasant in one of his two native tongues that if translated might have made a sailor gasp. It sounded really vile.
“Hey, it was years ago, but thanks for getting all big brother about it, Pooh.”
His snort surprised me. As did the gentle elbow he pushed into my side. “Shy little Piglet needs a burly Pooh to defend her honor from time to time.” He chuckled, obviously a bit drunker than he should be given he had to play tomorrow night.  “I am sorry he hurt you. You have such a good soul, kind and caring, not filled with conceit and self-absorption.”
Well, what did a person say to that? Going with the usual response I have ready for random acts of kindness, I muttered thanks while wishing I had let my hair down.
The music stopped. I found myself being drawn to look at him, even though it would make me flushed and unable to speak properly. He was too close. His eyes far too hooded.
“Sing for me,” he whispered. “I wish to hear the words. They are good words for tonight, don`t you think?”
Wetting my lips my eyes roamed from his face to the whiskey. Maybe I needed a few fifths as well.
“I`m really sorry about things, how they happened, I mean. You and she seemed…looked so good together, well, I think if you want me to sing you need to play.”
“Thank you, Piglet.” He exhaled, pressed his lips to my cheek then started at the beginning of the song once again. My lips were rather disappointed that I didn`t turn to catch his mouth with mine. I could have. I should have. It would have been so simple: just a turn of the head at the wrong, or right depending on your POV, moment. His lips on mine, just for a minute in a startling kiss that would lead to something hot, carnal, and as everlasting as the peaks of Mardavia.
Those kinds of moments don`t happen for skinny, shy chicks though. Closing my eyes, I began singing about east end nights, slip nooses, and thanking God for music that pulls us through.


You can find Liz and Veikko`s book, A Most Unlikely Countess, here: (It is recommended that you read the series in order)

You can find Pink Pucks & Power Plays, the first book of the To Love a Wildcat series, here:

            V.L. Locey loves worn jeans, belly laughs, anything romantic, Greek mythology, New York Rangers hockey,  comic books and coffee. (Not necessarily in that order.) She shares her life with her husband, her daughter, one dog, two cats, a steer named after a famous N.H.L. goalie,  a pig with the same moniker as a famous President, and a flock of assorted domestic fowl.
            V.L. is a self-published and conventionally published author. She is a proud Torquere Press and Secret Cravings Publishing author. When not writing romantic tales, she can be found enjoying her day with her menagerie in the rolling hills of Pennsylvania with a cup of fresh java in hand, writing, or cheering on her beloved New York Rangers. She can also be found online on Facebook, Twitter, and GoodReads.

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  1. Thanks so much for having me over to visit, Lily!

    1. Nooo, thank YOU for coming to play and for bringing your hot hockey heroes too :-)