I AM SO EXCITED TO BRING YOU GUYS THIS COVER REVEAL!! YOU ALL KNOW I LOVE LOVE LOVE THIS AUTHOR, SO IT IS AN HONOR TO REVEAL THE COVER OF 'LIFE IS A STEVIE WONDER SONG' (BEST TITLE EVER RIGHT?) BY V.L. LOCEY, OUT DECEMBER 30TH! BELOW IS THE COVER, BLURB, AN EXCERPT, & AN AUTHOR BIO, SOCIAL LINKS, AND BOOK LIST! LET'S GET GOIN!
OK I WON'T KEEP YOU IN SUSPENSE, HERE IS THE BEAUTIFUL COVER:
AHHHHH BEAUTIFUL RIGHT? I LOVE IT!! HERE IS THE 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. When 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 Greenwich Village 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-two 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?
SOUNDS AWESOME RIGHT? MAN I CAN'T WAIT TO BRING YOU MY RELEASE DAY REVIEW, YOU GUYS HAVE NO IDEA HOW GREAT THIS BOOK IS! HERE IS AN EXCERPT TO GIVE YOU SOME IDEA!
A sharp rap on the door a week later jolted me out of my zone. My eyes were dry. I looked over my shoulder at the door, my mind still lingering on the rambling oration I had been writing. No, it was not the next Mick Dell. What I had been writing for the past two days was literary vomit, if I were being honest. It was stream-of-consciousness crap for sure, a fifteen-page run-on sentence hidden under the regurgitation of masticated wordage. By God, it felt good to put words on virtual paper, even if it was just journaling.
"Come in," I called loudly over Hall & Oates on the record player. Declan peeked around the door. A slight arrhythmia occurred in my chest. I hurried to save and close the Word document. A lot of what I had been spewing out revolved around the young man entering my space. For as slight as he was, he certainly filled the bungalow. "Would you like a beer?"
He smiled in that weird whimsical way of his then rushed over to stand in front of the old portable record player I toted everywhere.
"Wow, you have vinyl," he said.
I closed my laptop and placed it on the round table in front of the loveseat.
"A whole box," I offered as I pushed to my bare feet. I noticed that Declan had no shoes once more. He had nice feet. Small and well formed. My feet belonged on an orangutan, according to my daughter. "Do I have to card you?"
He laughed softly and shook his head. His hair flowed around his head with the movement. The lamp highlighted small streaks of summer gold amid the dark brown.
"I'm twenty-two. Man, these are awesome." He dropped to his knees to flip through the box of albums. I went to the fridge as he whispered to himself. "I don’t know any of these bands," he told me after I tapped his shoulder with a cold one. He was clad in brown cargo shorts and a white tank top cut low under his toned arms. The shirt hung off him. Declan took the beer, sipped it gingerly, set it beside him on the floor, and continued examining my music.
I sat down on the loveseat, wildly curious about what had brought this photographer of fey creatures to my door this evening. For a long while, I contented myself with simply enjoying his reactions to some of the more obscure groups he found. His face and eyes were expressive, amazingly so at times. He barely touched his beer. After about ten minutes passed, the record needed turning over. I rose and walked over to the desk the player rested on.
"So, what brings you here tonight?" I asked casually as I lifted the needle from the record and flipped it over. When he didn’t reply, I looked down at him. His gaze rested on me. A surge of raw lust raced through me to see him kneeling there. The album nearly slid from my fingers. What was going on with me? I was straight. I had been married three times and had a child two years younger than this capricious young man.
"It’s a full moon. Do you want to come capture the fey on film with me?"
God yes. "Really?" I asked as I lined up the hole in the album with the spindle. "Sure."
Declan smiled. His teeth were white and straight. I wanted to kiss him. No, it was more than a mere want. It was a crazy, irrational, wild need to kiss him, taste him, and feel him pressed tightly to me. My cock began to lengthen. I turned from him sitting there on his calves so enticingly.
"I'll be back at midnight," he announced as he sprang to his feet. "Wear as little as possible."
Out he went. A June bug flew in as Declan exited. The massive beetle bounced around the lampshade. The crickets outside quieted as my captivating guest bounced through the grass. I let the album slide down the spindle, then bent over to pick up the bottle of beer my neighbor had left behind. Would it be too weird to drink after him hoping to taste him on the glass?
YOU GUYS ARE GONNA LOVE THIS BOOK! NOW FOR SOME AUTHOR INFO AND LINKS!
V.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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Language of Love (Book Five of the To Love a Wildcat Series)
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EVERY BOOK BY THIS AUTHOR I HAVE READ I HAVE FALLEN IN LOVE WITH, SO CHECK THESE BOOKS OUT, A FEW I CAN'T WAIT FOR!! (VIC!!!!) THANKS FOR JOINING ME FOR MY COVER REVEAL, SEE YOU BACK HERE ON RELEASE DAY!