Please welcome the fabulous V. L. Locey visiting my blog with her latest Secret Cravings publication Final Shifts Book 6 of the To Love a Wildcat Series
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Secret Cravings Publishing
Blurb:
The only constant in life is that things will change when you least expect it. On the day of Derrick Andersson`s retirement ceremony, a late-season tropical storm parks itself over the City of Brotherly Love. The women who love the Wildcats will not only have to deal with the deluge outside, they will have to struggle through some of the greatest personal storms they will ever weather.
Liz and Veikko
receive devastating news, Maggie and Derrick face a shocking announcement, and
Isabelle and Philip receive the verdict of Philip's court battle. Can Viviana
and Alain work out the problems that have torn them apart? What has life dealt
young lovers Petro and Margarite? The
answers to those questions, as well as a surprise that will rock the Houseman,
are revealed in this final book of the To Love a Wildcat series.
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Links:
Bookstrand-http://www.bookstrand.com/final-shifts
Excerpts
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Maggie
Don’t dis Granny Andersson,” he
commented with a rather wry tone.
“You’re far too old to be using the term
dis, my good man.”
“Yah? Well, last night you weren’t
dissing me,” he countered quickly. I held up my hairbrush in a sign of defeat.
He was right. There was no dissing last night. There was some moaning,
gyrating, and pillow thumping, but nary a dis. “Ha! That got you good, eh?”
I nodded to give the man his due. His
face split into a wide grin, white teeth brilliant against the dark brown of
his beard.
“Yah, that’s right. Who is the man?” he
asked, puffing out his chest like a proud bantam rooster. Cocky bugger.
“You are.” I sighed with proper
defeatism in my tone.
He dropped his face to my neck, smooched
my ear loudly, and then whistled gleefully while he finished shaving. I cleaned
shaving cream out of my ear with the corner of a hand towel. Ever since we
moved in with Derrick, my mornings have been so much more enjoyable. We wake up
curled around each other, we play as we shower. Sometimes we play in the shower! The man makes me smile.
He warms my heart when I awaken more than the sun that creeps into our window
bright and early. I simply cannot imagine not having these precious few moments
every morning now. After he had stepped into the shower, I thought to ask.
Mascara wand in my right hand I turned to stare at his large form behind smoked
glass. The query was lingering on the tip of my tongue. I swallowed it down.
I’d let him broach the subject of his retirement ceremony tonight. Things with
the team were dicey to say the least. Not a player or person in management
wasn’t walking on eggshells. I turned back to the mirror to finish my makeup as
Derrick hummed something by Blake Shelton as he lathered and rinsed.
We emerged from our room about twenty
minutes later, Derrick in the suit and tie all NHL players and staff are
required to wear into and leaving the stadium. His tie was loose yet, and his
dark brown jacket lay over his left arm. I had pulled on a rather somber
looking navy dress, as I would be accompanying Isabelle to court yet again.
Just thinking about my duties made me nervous. There was so much to handle
being the personal assistant to a woman that owns a hockey team, as well as
several other multimillion-dollar businesses. Thank God I was only tasked with
making sure Isabelle’s day ran like clockwork. My boss worried me. Her blood
pressure was skyrocketing, her sugar count was high, and her OB/GYN had given
her strict dietary guidelines to follow. I feared if she went back next Monday
at nine, and her BP and sugar weren’t any lower, her doctor would be forced to
put her on strict bed rest until her son was born. Knowing Isabelle that would
last exactly four hours. Then she would be up doing something. What if Philip
were found guilty? She would be forced to fire him. The Commissioner was
already riding her like Secretariat about the Wildcats. First Petro and now
Philip. And this mess surrounding last year's Stanley Cup winners? The
commissioner was not happy. Not at all.
“Hey, you need to put them there grinds
into the filter and not the pot, Mags.”
I shook off the spiraling dark thoughts.
There I stood, in my kitchen, the coffee pot filled with coffee, and the filter
resting inside the basket empty.
R-
Margarite
After the team left the ice, I asked my
new friends if they would like to continue up in the owner’s skybox. They were
thrilled to do so. It is a darn
impressive lounge that Mama owns way up in the rafters. We rode up in two
elevators, passing security with a wave of my hand. Into the luxury box we all
piled. Soon we had coffee, crullers, and conversation flowing. I should have
brought them up here to begin with, but they had seemed so intent on watching
the players. Now that the distraction of the Wildcats was no longer an issue,
we started making some real progress. I called an end to the meeting after
another thirty minutes. We had gotten as far as possible. I stood up, smiled
and shook each hand as our community volunteers left the skybox. Security
escorted them down to the players parking area.
I
returned to my seat at the head of a long, rectangular table, to gather up the
four thousand or so notes I had jotted down. My head came up when someone
rapped on the other end of the table. Petro smiled at me. I ran my sight over
him. The suit he wore was dark grey, his shirt white, his tie black as a pirate’s
pearl. He looked delicious. I dropped my notes back to the table. He arched a
dark eyebrow. I nodded. The man turned, walked back to the door, and then
turned the lock. My body began revving up. Petro glanced over his wide
shoulder, his eyes crackling brown embers.
“When I turn around, you be ready for
me,” he informed me then returned his steaming gaze to the door. His command
gave me pause for perhaps four seconds. With quaking fingers, I hurried to pull
my blouse out of the top of my skirt. He shucked off his suit jacket. I tugged
my shirt over my head, my hair getting wound in a few buttons. Hissing at the
painful tugs, I fumbled to free the tight black ringlets. My blouse fluttered
to a padded leather chair, one of twenty. My nipples hardened inside my lacy
blue bra. They ached. I was tempted to touch them but Petro’s jacket dropping
to the floor stole my attention. I reached to the side, unzipped my skirt then
let it slither down my legs. I stepped out of it then looked at Petro. His tie
sailed over his damp head, landing on a vase filled with fall mums resting on
the center of the table. I could feel the slick dew weeping from my pussy.
Tenderly, I reached between my breasts, my sight latched onto my lover as he
began to unbutton his dress shirt. I
slowly undid the three small hooks. My breasts popped free.
I cradled them lovingly. His shirt slid
down his back, revealing ropes of thick muscle. There he stood, as if he knew I
was ogling him. He flexed. My sex tightened. I flicked my nipples with my
thumbs. Petro stiffened as a low moan escaped me. His neck muscles bunched. He
tugged his shirt free from his trousers. My eyes followed the pure white cotton
as it flew across the skybox. Petro turned to look at me. His eyes grew wide.
His nostrils flared. His jaw twitched when he saw me fondling my boobs. The
peaks were hard as a diamond, elongated, begging him to take them between his
teeth and tug. Speaking of hard and elongated…
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 three 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,
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Reality
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Language
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