Tuesday, December 1, 2015

Crashing the Crease by V.L. Locey - Blog Tour with Exclusive Excerpt and Giveaway



TITLE: Crashing the Crease

SERIES: Seduced by the Game - Cancer Charity Collection

AUTHOR: V.L. Locey


LENGTH: 85 Pages

RELEASE DATE: November 18, 2015

BLURB: Isaac Spencer met J.D. Bazin for the first time during game one of the collegiate championship in Isaac`s junior year. The meeting did not go well. Bazin, a power forward for the opposing team, crashed Isaac`s net, taking the goalie out of the play and out of the series with a knee injury that nearly ended Isaac`s career.

Angry words flew back and forth between the players involved as well as the coaches, colleges, press, and fans. After a grueling summer filled with surgery and rehab, Isaac fought his way back. After graduating, the Baltimore Badgers drafted Isaac. The Badgers also drafted J. D. Bazin, much to Isaac`s dismay.

Isaac not only has to fight his disdain of the man who nearly ruined his career, he also has to battle the growing feelings that bubble up whenever J. D. is near. Is it possible to forgive and forget or will animosity over the past be too much for either man to absolve?

All proceeds from the sale of Crashing the Crease will be donated to the author's favorite team's cancer charity organization.


I woke up slowly, my eyes peeling open to the sound of someone dousing the fire. Tossing my blanket off my head, I rolled to my back. There stood J.D., dick in his hand, pissing into the smoking embers of last night's fire.

            "Dude, really?" I kicked free of my coverings and stood up.

           "Smokey Bear says only you can prevent forest fires," Bazin threw over his shoulder. "And don't pretend you didn't like waking up to find my dick first and foremost in your vision."

           "You think way too highly of yourself," I countered as I walked into the woods. Bazin may have no compunction about whipping his cock out in front of enemies but I wasn't about to piss where we were camping. When I felt I was out of sight I unzipped and settled in for a long pee. One hand resting on the rough bark of a tree, the other gripping my dick, I yawned widely as a shaft of sunlight danced over my neck. When I was done I shook, tucked and returned to camp.

             "You're such a shy young thing," J.D. said as soon as I entered our little campsite.   

            "No, I have manners," I replied while I knelt and unzipped my duffel bag. I dug around inside until I found a small bottle of hand sanitizer. I squeezed out a large dollop and worked it into my hands. J.D. caught the bottle neatly when I chucked it at him.

            "Okay, I am officially jealous. Your mom packed your bag, didn't she?" J.D. said as he regarded the hand sanitizer.

            "No, you jackass, I packed it."

            "Pity, I was hoping you had some homemade cookies stashed in there next to the heart-shaped picture of your boyfriend." The bottle bounced off the back of my head. The glower I threw at Bazin should have reduced him to ash.

            "Okay, let's stop being jerks. What is it about me that makes you such a dickhead?" I asked as I bent over to pick up my hand sanitizer.

            "Oh, I don't know. Maybe I'm secretly harboring lustful desires for you and so I hide them by hurling cutting comments at you." I spun around to find his dark eyes latched onto me. While the acidity of his words could have eaten through a Sherman tank, the lust in his gaze was anything but corrosive. The knowledge that this man actually wanted me made my blood thump in my ears. My shoulders tensed.

            "What are you, five years old or something?" My fingers tightened around the hand sanitizer.

            "If you had pigtails I would dunk them into an inkwell," J.D. countered. We stood facing each other. Something was crackling in the four feet of space that separated us. "Or maybe I should just jack you up against that tree and kiss you until you beg me to fuck you. You do know that's how it will be, right? This antagonistic 'I hate you!' crap is just a cover that we're both using because we want to get at each other. Yeah, you know. I can see it in those blue-green eyes of yours."

            My breath hitched. I took a step in reverse. J.D.'s mouth curled into a predatory smile then he stepped closer.

            "I have a boyfriend." It rolled out of me before I could think properly. The sensual smile that had been playing over his lips disappeared. "And you are not my type."

            "You're lying," he said as he reached up to stroke my cheek. The feel of his fingers moving over my whiskers made my skin prickle. "I just can't figure out if I should pretend to believe that you don't like men who take charge or if you're just scared about meeting the first man to ever tell you just how shit will be."

            "You're fucking delusional."

           "We'll see," he said. "You'd better go take a walk and think about baseball stats or some other boring shit. It wouldn't be seemly for us to return with you sporting such a… rosy bloom on your cheeks."

Exclusive Excerpt 

"I can't think of a better place. We're alone, naked, with water sluicing down over our muscular bodies."
            "What are you writing a romance novel or something?" I asked with a laugh.
            "No, just trying to get you to relax."
            "Sorry, I get uptight when I'm in the shower with a man that I find attractive. Shit." I lowered my bar of soap from my chest and looked to the left. J.D. stood under a rushing stream of water, steam rolling around him, his dark hair plastered to his skull. "I didn't mean to say that."
            "Ever or just here?"
            I shook some water from my face. "I honestly don't know."
            "I swear, if I didn't know better I'd think you were a virgin," J.D. said. He stepped into my little wet corner of the showers and cupped my chin, forcing me to look at him. "But since I know that you're not, I have to assume that you are either terrified of me or sincerely don't want to be with me. Which is it, Spence?"
            "I'm not scared of you. I'm just confused by you. A month ago, I hated you more than I hate chicken livers. Now…now I'm kissing you on docks."
            The three fingers on my chin tightened. His gaze moved over my face as a soft smile tugged at his lips.
            "You can't imagine how hot it makes me to know that I am now ranking just over chicken livers," he said, then leaned in to press a kiss to my mouth. In all honesty, I think it was meant to be just a quick peck, in and out, to follow up his witty remark about livers. When his mouth settled over mine and his chest brushed against me, the innocent little smooch flared into something incendiary.



Author PicV.L. Locey loves worn jeans, yoga, 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, two dogs, two cats, a flock of assorted domestic fowl, and three 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. She can also be found online on Facebook, Twitter, Pinterest, and GoodReads.

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