Pink Pucks & Power Plays by V.L. Locey
Secret Cravings Publishing
Book #1 of the To Love a Wildcat Series
Sport Romance
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Viviana Land just can`t seem to say no her younger sister.
Somehow, the curvaceous society page reporter gets lassoed into serving as her
niece's Busy Bee scout leader. One overheated engine later, Viviana and her
girls find themselves in the Green Hills Ice Rink. Enter Alain Lessard, the
charmingly handsome defenseman for the Philadelphia Wildcats, who is donating
his summer to coaching the youth league.
When our intrepid reporter is given the opportunity to write
the break-out story of her career, Viviana leaps at the chance. Thinking it
would be easy to flirt and tease some juicy tidbits out of Alain, Viviana soon
finds herself falling for the sensual, younger, kind-hearted man. Will she put
aside her virtual pen for a chance to stay at her new paramour`s side? Or will
Viviana finally get away from those mundane bakery opening articles by using
the man she may possibly be falling in love with?
Excerpt:
“Tell me about your house
growing up. Was it a small town?” I offered him another spoonful of ice cream.
He smiled and accepted after losing the far-away look he had been wearing.
Alain launched into a long explanation about his hometown and I, like the
miserable snoop that I am, committed every name and anecdote to memory for
later dictation to my tablet. After he talked at length and the float was
consumed, I stood up and walked to the railing, stepping over sleeping dogs. I
leaned my shoulder against the post.
“You
seem distracted tonight,” Alain said, stepping up behind me to wrap me in his
embrace. His chest was strong and solid against my back. My hands rested on his
forearms.
“I
should probably check my dress and go home. I have to be up early tomorrow for
some insipid luncheon that the mayor`s wife is throwing.”
“I did
not know you were friends with the mayor`s wife,” he said casually, his chin
resting on top of my head. I went rigid in his arms.
“I
don`t really know her,” I hurried to say, forcing myself to relax, “It`s just
some luncheon where she plans to announce which charity she`ll work with for
the upcoming year. My boss is hoping she`ll name the same charity our law
office donates to.”
“Ah,
that would be good. What is the charity you give to? Perhaps I donate to them
as well.”
“Oh,
well it`s a small local charity named for the town the mayor`s mother was born
in,” I said, thankful only the fireflies could see my lying face. I turned in
his arms. He smiled down at me, dropping his head to capture my mouth gently.
“What
is the name of this town?” he asked between kisses that were growing longer and
hotter.
“Petticoat
Junction,” I whispered my fingers now in those dark curls of his.
“That
sounds like a funny town. Stay the night, Viviana.” He held me as tight as he
could, his lips moved gently over mine. “Stay with me here.”
I
stayed.
Author
Bio:
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, 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.
I love to meet
new friends and fans! You can find me at-
Twitter- https://twitter.com/vllocey
1 comment:
Thanks for giving Pink Pucks a spotlight, Dawn!
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