4 Flame Gay Erotic Hockey Romance
Blurb: Victor Kalinski, all-star forward for the Boston Barracudas, is
one of the biggest jerks in professional hockey. Before long his aggressive
attitude gets him shipped off to play in the minor leagues.
Furious, he takes
to the ice with equal amounts of skill and scathing sarcasm, which doesn’t win
him any friends—except for good-natured alternate captain Daniel Arou. He won’t
take any of Vic’s crap, and he won’t take no for an answer.
But Vic’s
troublemaking is pulling his career one way while Dan’s talent is pushing his
in the other. However much they scorch the sheets, they might soon be separated
by more than Vic’s fear of being hurt.
Inside Scoop:
This book contains scorching gay sex and a heaping helping of
no-holds-barred snark between hot hockey heroes who don’t pull their punches.
A
Romantica® gay erotic romance from
Ellora’s Cave
10
Reasons to Love Hockey Players
1-
They have great hands.
2-
They
always wear protection.
3-
They
have tremendous stamina and energy.
4-
They
know when to play rough.
5-
They
can score from any position.
6-
They
can go hard for 60 minutes and still
be ready for overtime.
7-
They
love to slam bodies.
8-
They
find the opening and get in.
9-
They
know how to use their wood.
10-
They
have long sticks.
Excerpts
PG-13
(Mature Language):
One short little shit got my
attention when Lambert told them to try again. He was a dark-haired little
scrapper with a light-sienna complexion, who got into the corners, putting
elbow to nose and lumber to teeth with no remorse until he got the puck free. I
liked his grit. And the way his dark hair hung out from under his lid, flipping
up at the ends. The man had some good flow going on.
His style was good, his eyes
sharp, his stick handling above par and his ankles strong. He was the only one
who had a grasp of what he was supposed to be doing, if you asked me. When he
skated past in pursuit of the puck, I got a glimpse of a round, cute face with
a button nose and lapis lazuli eyes. He executed a perfect side-stop, his plump
mouth drawing up as he looked at me.
“Holy shit, it’s the big bad
boy of Beantown,” he yelled to be heard over the shouts of his teammates. There
was a noticeable Canadian accent when he spoke. He was probably no older than
my twenty-four, if that. He wore the big A on his shoulder, so I knew he was an
alternate captain. Shit, but he had a sexy Elvis Presley mouth. “What’s your
expert opinion on how we’re looking, Kalinski?”
"To quote Reggie Dunlop as
played by Paul Newman in Slapshot,
'Jesus Christ, what a *#*#* nightmare."
He chuckled then skated down
ice. His said his last name was spelled A-R-O-U.
Coach Lambert skated into my
line of sight. I smiled pleasantly.
"What kind of fresh holy
*#*#* hell is this?" Coach asked, coming through the gate and stalking
past me. “Did you think I was kidding when I told you never to darken my door
again, Kalinski?” he asked, throwing the door to his office open.
“You’re going to *#*# the shit
out of those blades,” I pointed out as I lingered in the doorway. Coach Lambert
threw me a blistering look. I didn’t remember him hating me quite this badly.
“But hey, it’s your nutsack Carl will roast over an open fire, not mine.”
“Shut the door, sit down and
keep that toxic *#*#* mouth of yours closed.”
I did as he asked. Lambert fell
into a rolling office chair to unlace his skates. The plastic wheels whimpered
at the abuse. His gray eyes drilled into mine as he untied his laces with
short, jerky motions. One skate sailed across the room, hitting the wall with a
sickening thud.
“I can’t believe this is how
the *#*#* repay me for fourteen years of coaching expertise,” Coach snarled,
yanking violently on a hellacious knot in his laces.
“Your team has come in last for
the past two years. I’m not sure you can call that expertise.”
Lambert nearly ripped his foot
off. The skate flew past my left ear and embedded itself a good four inches
into the sheetrock behind me. Slowly shifting my attention from the skate of
doom to Lambert, I gifted him with one of my “I was only kidding” smirks. It
had little to no effect. If anything, the vein right above his left eye thumped
faster.
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Author
Bio:
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, one dog, two
cats, a flock of assorted goofy domestic fowl, and two 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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