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Kenzie features V.L.Locey

6/24/2015

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The lovely V.L. Locey is being featured on Kenzie Mack's blog. Stop over and read a steamy excerpt.
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LONG CHANGE
Collegiate superstar goalie Boone Crockett seems to have the world at his feet. He’s rich, handsome, attends an elite college and is a hot prospect for the pros. Pity all that is a front for a deeply closeted and troubled young man.

All Boone’s life plans are shattered when flamboyant ex-figure skater Preston Gordon, an orange-haired twink, shows up to audition for the team’s mascot position wearing sequins, scarves and toe picks. His moves on the ice send Boone into his own pirouette of frustrated and reluctant desire.

As senior year progresses Boone slides deeper and deeper into a dangerous depression, Preston’s sensual strength the only thing he has to hold on to. If Boone can’t keep from plunging through the thin ice he’s skating on, it could take a twink to make the big save.

Reader Advisory: This story has graphic sexual language and scenes—no closed bedroom doors (or other rooms) here!

A Romantica® gay erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave


Excerpt ~ PG-13 (Mature Language) 

I heard him as he hit the ice. Even with that stupid dog head muffling his voice, I heard every word and my body reacted with violent wantonness.

“Let’s go, Rotties!” Preston shouted with glee club enthusiasm.

I whipped around to see him chugging around the rink, a shovel in one hand, a trash can in the other, dressed as a dog. How demeaning. I mean, really. Cleaning up after the team? Didn’t the little twink have an ounce of pride? I ripped my mask off and lumbered toward the Zamboni door. A big brown dog with a Rock Point green-and-white hockey sweater stopped right in front of me. A couple of the guys chortled. Maybe they enjoyed the look of shock mixed with terror on my face.

“I’m scarf free today!”

I drew back as he did a tight spin right in front of me, my mask under my left arm and my stick in my right.

“You’re not queer free, though, are you, Preston?” someone yelled from behind me.

The attack came quickly. One minute I was trying to make words, the next Bradley Skinner, one of our D-men, crosschecked our mascot. Preston, who was completely unprepared for such a violent hit in the ribs, went down on his ass hard then rolled into a moaning ball. I reacted on instinct. My stick found Skinner’s side. The goon spun, his face a contorted mass of pain mixed with rage. He slashed at me. It bounced off my leg pads. I skated over to protect Preston, who was lying on the ice, trying to suck in enough air.

“Why don’t you back the fuck off, Skinner? Leave the kid alone.”

I got my stick up a bit higher this time. Skinner’s head kicked back. The underside of his chin began to bleed where I had clocked him. The scrum was broken up by our team captain.

“Save it for Allegheny State!” Mike Piana barked, shoving his dark self between Skinner and me. Mike was the only black player on our team. He was sharp, fast, driven, and one of the best people I had ever had the pleasure of knowing. Skinner lunged at me. Mike gave the huge idiot a two-handed push that sent his ass soundly into the boards. “I said save it for Allegheny! Go scrub your nuts, Skinner. You smell like my jock.”

“You make sure that fucking little pansy stays out of the locker room,” Skinner spat before he trudged off with his hackles plenty ruffled.

I waved goodbye to the enforcer with my middle finger, then bent down beside Preston. He was in the process of removing his dog head. I gave him a hand after dropping my helmet to the ice.

“You okay?” I asked when I had Roddy the Rottweiler’s head in my hands. Preston nodded, his mouth drawn in pain. Mike skated off to fetch Preston’s shovel and trash can.

“Oh yes, I’m just ducky.” God, the tiny twink was mad. I didn’t blame him. “Thank you for coming to my defense but it wasn’t really needed.”

I studied him as he got to his feet, then I followed, my hand open and ready to catch him in case he teetered. He didn’t, but he seemed to be having some issues drawing in a deep breath.

“Um, yeah, it really was. Skinner would have kicked your scrawny ass,” I said as Mike returned, smiling, with a plastic shovel and a blue trash can. Preston gave me a glower as he took his puck cleaning tools from Mike. “Nothing personal, but he’s got the most fighting majors on the team. He would have knocked you into New York State.”

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June 05th, 2015

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The talented Lily Vega visits Kenzie Mack's blog with 7 surprises.


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Seven things about the Devil May Care series that came as a surprise.

#1 Ray Perry. The man is sex on a stick. He may have stolen book three from Xanthe.

#2 The spiders. They’re everywhere!

#3 The heroines. Arianna, Natalie, and Xanthe are all so different, but they are a force when they work together.

#4  When I started book one. I didn’t know what kind of supernatural creature Blake would be. I really love the scene with him in the elevator when he gets his mojo back.

#5 Xanthe and True’s encounter with Naomi. 

#6 Sixx the imp. He’s snarky, perverted, and sleazy, but he’s darned fun to write.

#7 I’d planned for this to be a trilogy, but I’m writing book four. A certain fallen angel begged for his own happy ever after and I couldn’t turn him down. 
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What's a lust demon to do? 

All of Xanthe's heart's desires are coming true. She's a bridesmaid in her cousin's wedding and in charge of the bachelorette party. Her boyfriend, True, is extra limber and up for sex whenever and wherever she wants. Everything is just too perfect -- on the surface, anyway. 

She suspects her sexual appetites are taking their toll on True. And the wedding festivities just aren't as festive as she imagined. Enter Ray Perry, a bad boy with a dark past. He's every bit as dominant as True is submissive, but an evil imp with a penchant for porn has a contract out on him. 

When she discovers a vile plot to sabotage the wedding, Xanthe fights to save the day and her sexy men -- one of whom holds her heart and the other her soul.



Excerpt ~Devil in a Blue Dress (Devil May Care #3)

The bridal shower sucked imp balls. Xanthe was a fool to risk so much to come to this dimension. Being a bridesmaid should have been the greatest thing ever. But it was all a big, fat, hairy lie. Like everything else, the shower failed to meet her expectations. Maybe she was doomed.


She led True through the private party room. An older woman with dark brown hair streaked with gray stood in the doorway. A spider charm encrusted with sparkly stones glittered from around her neck. Xanthe pushed past her, and the brightly wrapped package the woman carried crashed to the ceramic tile floor. The spider lady dropped to her hands and knees, crooning. A waitress tried to help but the woman shot her a hateful gaze and unleashed a flurry of curses.

"Where are we going?" True's question pulled her attention away from the woman's hissy fit.

Without a reply, she headed toward the front of the restaurant with True on her heels. He'd figure it out soon. Their sexual encounters were much more satisfying than her usual random hookups, but something was missing. True tried his damnedest to please her, and sex in public would certainly make the day more interesting. Or so she hoped.

She yanked open the door with the icon of a woman in a skirt and pulled him past the two females grooming themselves in front of the mirror. Ignoring their squeals of protest, she strode past the two smaller cubicles to pull open the door to the large one. They would need all the space the bigger one would offer. She shoved True against the flimsy wall and kissed him, jamming her tongue into his mouth.

His muscular body melted against her. She shoved her hand down his pants. He let out a gasp and kissed her harder. Under her firm grip, he always relented.

Copyright © 2015 by Lily Vega

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