Secret Cravings Publishing
To Love a Wildcat Series Book 3
Erotic Sports Romance
Available at Publisher
Being a single working mother
isn`t easy. Just ask Maggie Charles. She`s juggling a job she hates, a
rebellious teenage son, and the aftereffects of an abusive first marriage.
There isn`t room in her life for a love affair, not that anyone would want to
romance someone her age anyway, right? So why, after all these months, when she
runs into the strapping Wildcats` captain at a charity event, does the sight of
Derrick Andersson leave her so breathless once again? Is that really desire burning in the captain`s
green eyes when he looks at her? Is it possible for a couple of
been-there-and-done-thats to find love the second time around?
R-rated excerpt: “You don’t got to worry, I’m not going
anywhere. This here is our second chance to hoist The Cup. This year, it’s
going to happen. I can feel it in my bones. I ain’t missing that unless I’m
dead. So yeah, no worries. I’ll be there when we win.”
He sounded so sure, so
confident in not only his team, but in himself that it was nigh onto impossible
not to feel the same. No wonder he had been chosen as the captain so many years
ago. No one on that team was more loyal or more determined then Derrick
Andersson. Or so it seemed in my tired eyes. I smiled over at the man. He gave
me a smile in return. Then I promptly fell asleep. Out like the proverbial
light was I. My son calling, “Goodnight,” as he climbed the stairs roused me
from my slumber. My feet were on Derrick’s lap. His hands rested on them. I
blinked at him stupidly with gummy eyes.
“I fell asleep,” I said,
like he didn’t know that. He nodded then began rubbing my feet. My bones turned
to putty. “Who won?”
“Yah, I saw that. Damn rude
of a man to keep a woman up all night long,” he said with a wink. My eyes
remained on him as he lifted my right foot to kiss the bottom of my arch. Fire
raced up from my foot to my core then shot out to my extremities. “Pittsburgh.”
“It’s okay. Keeping a woman
up all night, that is,” I replied, and then bit down on my bottom lip. He had
run his tongue over the top of my foot. “Good for Pittsburgh. Mmm, God that is
arousing,” I whispered as he nipped at my anklebone. His beard hair tickled
slightly. My breasts grew heavy, my vaginal muscles tightened. His tongue was
hot, moist, tantalizing as it lapped over and between my toes. I began to
wiggle in need. Trevor was still fiddling around upstairs. Derrick’s fingers
slid up my leg, lifting it higher so he could taste more. His mouth roamed over
my calf. He shifted on the sofa, turning his big body to face me. My fingers
were now deeply embedded in the somewhat flattened cushions. I saw over the top
of my calf that his jade eyes were heavy-lidded. His fingers began to skitter
over my thigh. They would dance dangerously close to my crotch, then slither
back down to my knee. He never stopped tasting the leg. With a word of sensual
encouragement, he straightened my leg. I pointed my toes to the ceiling. His
rough fingertips slid into my shorts. I threw my head back as I clamped my
mouth tightly shut.
Author Bio and links:
V.L. Locey loves worn jeans, belly
laughs, romance tales of any genre,
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 steer named after a famous N.H.L. goalie, a pig named after a famous President, and a
flock of assorted domestic fowl.
When not writing lusty 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. She can also be found online on
Facebook, Twitter, Pinterest, and GoodReads.
I love to meet
new friends and fans! You can find me at-
Twitter- https://twitter.com/vllocey
Pinterest-http://www.pinterest.com/vllocey/
2 comments:
Thank you for hosting me, Dawn!
OH WOW, great excerpt and congratulations on your newest release!
Kathy Watts
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