Author Name: V.L. Locey
Book Name: Life is a Stevie Wonder Song
Publisher: Torquere Press
Cover Artist: Kris Norris
Release
Date: December 30, 2015
Blurb:
Authors know
that their muse is a fickle creature. Best-selling spy novelist Stephen Ramsey
has been in a hate-hate relationship with his inspiration for months. Stephen's
publisher lays a legal ultimatum upon him, with a rapidly approaching deadline,
he knows he must do something to kick-start his creativity or face the
unemployment line. His daughter comes up with a possible answer: a summer camp
for the creative soul. With nothing to lose, Stephen packs up his laptop,
phonograph and beloved record albums and heads from Manhattan to the Catskill
Mountains.
There, among a
horde of college students attending for extra credits, is Declan Pomeroy, a
photographer of fey creatures who is twenty years younger than Stephen. The
woods are a magical place, and he quickly finds himself falling under the spell
of the free-spirited photographer. Confusion wars with desire inside Stephen as
he succumbs to the feelings welling up inside. But, sadly, summer camp always
has to end. Can a man who has just found himself really leave the person that
makes his heart sing?
Pages or Words: 24,600 words
Categories: Contemporary, M/M Romance,
Gay For You, May/December
Excerpt:
Then he appeared from the tree line, a lithe, pale creature of the
Finnish goddess Mielikki’s woods if ever I had seen one. Yay for that semester
of world mythology back in college finally paying off. Declan wore nothing but
a scrap of linen tied around his lean waist and a camera around his neck. I
swallowed and stepped down off the porch, anxious to get closer to him. He
waited patiently for me. As I drew closer, I could hear him humming. A smile
tweaked my lips. It was Stevie Wonder’s Signed,
Sealed, Delivered.
"You look like you have too much on," Declan announced when
I stood in front of him. I glanced down at my attire. Gym shorts, a T-shirt,
and sneakers sans socks. "How would you feel about doing this nude?"
My sight knifed back from my clothes to my guide into the Twilight Zone.
"You’re not naked," I pointed out once I could speak around
the knot of desire clogging my throat.
"I usually am, but I figured you’d be far too uptight to not have
clothes on, so, I fashioned a makeshift chiton to cover my goodies."
"Okay. Yes, I'm not comfortable with our goodies hanging
out." He glanced up at the fat moon over our heads, then sighed
dramatically. "I can do no shirt and no shoes, however."
Declan’s gaze returned to me from Madame Luna. He made a sort of
cooing sound then rose to his tiny toes to press his lips to mine. It was a
soft peck, our mouths touching for a mere second, but it did things to my
perceptions of who Steven Ramsey is that I still cannot fully explain.
"I think I'd like to see you without a shirt," he whispered
over my lips.
"What are you doing?" I croaked. He shrugged a shoulder,
then dropped back down to stand flat-footed. "Stop it, okay? I'm old
enough to be your father."
He smiled then spun around, his bare back gleaming pure white. I
wanted to touch his skin, trace the knobs of his spine with my tongue. This
whole thing was pure insanity, yet I hurried to strip off my old T-shirt and
kick off my sneakers. Declan glanced over his shoulder, smiled again, and then
rushed off into the night, the coquette. I followed because what else could I
do? Not traipsing after the kid was impossible. The grass was cool and wet
under my bare soles. The high whine of a mosquito zipped past my ear. I would
be nothing but a massive bug bite in the morning. I walked behind Declan,
swatting at the air, hoping I didn’t step on something that would require
stitches or a tetanus shot. We stepped into the woods. I debated going back for
my shoes.
"We have to be as silent as possible," Declan, standing on
my right, whispered.
"Shoes are quiet," I replied, my hand resting on the scraggy
bark of an old pine.
"Shoes don’t allow you to touch the earth."
"They also don't allow thorns to penetrate your flesh," I
parried. My guide grunted in consternation then set off once again. A million
questions bounced around my head as I tenderly placed one foot down then the
other. What kind of camera did he use? Was there a special ethereal film for
capturing fey? Did I need therapy? Did I just step on a slug?
We walked deeper into the woods. The farther we traveled, the more I
wanted to speak up or at least scoff. I was working on a good zinger when I ran
into Declan’s bare back. He threw up a hand to silence me. My body tightened
from a weird combination of fear and desire. The kid felt wonderful pressed
against my chest, his clammy skin resting against mine. I peered over his head,
my hand coming to rest on his left hip. Declan leaned back into me just the
slightest bit. My cock began to swell. My eyelids drifted down as he wiggled
enticingly closer still.
"Look at the hazy ring around the moon," Declan whispered.
My fingers dug into his bony hip. I opened my eyes and looked up. We were on
the edge of a small glen. He lifted up his camera and snapped several images as
I stared at the milky white fingers of magic tickling the moon. "Now look
at the ground." I did. There, in the center of the small glen, was a
small, perfectly circular ring of mushrooms perhaps ten feet wide. "That's
known as a fairy ring."
"Huh," I grunted, my body trying desperately to take over
the show. Declan had to feel my erection resting against his pert ass. He
seemed perfectly as ease with a hard dick between his buttocks. I, on the other
hand, was slowly going mad. I longed to lower my mouth to his neck and lick the
sweat from his skin. I also wanted to run away screaming to the world that I
was not a faggot, but was I? It certainly looked it. Declan lowered his camera
and took a few shots of the white mushrooms.
"I've heard tales of the fey blessing those who stand in a fairy
ring under a full moon. Would you like to go stand in the ring, Steven?"
he asked. I nodded. He slid out of my grasp and reached back to find my hand.
His fingers were thinner than mine. He pulled me into the glen. I glanced up,
then back. "Are you afraid that someone will see us cuddling in the fairy
ring?"
"At the moment," I stepped carefully over several large
mushrooms," I'm afraid of everything, mostly you."
Meet the author:
V.L. Locey loves worn jeans, 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.
Where to find the author:
Website-http://vlloceyauthor.com/
Twitter-
https://twitter.com/vllocey
Pinterest-http://www.pinterest.com/vllocey/
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ReplyDeleteWe wish you a Merry Christmas, Ms. Locey :) I'm excited to find out what Fey creatures fairy rings are! Thank for the chance!
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