Today we have a, V L Locey, here on the blog conducting a rare interview with, Alain and Viviana, the main characters from her latest release, Pink Pucks and Power Plays. I'm really excited to have them all here, so let's get started...take it away V. ☺
Thank
you, Jan, for having me here!
There are
few things more enjoyable than sitting down with friends. I got to do just that
recently with the stars of my erotic sports romance, Pink Pucks & Power Plays, the first book in the To Love a
Wildcat series. Given that Alain has a rather severe dislike of the press
and/or interviews, I wasn`t sure he would agree, but my gal Viv finagled the
handsome young D-man into meeting me.
We arranged
for the interview to take place at The Black Boar Bar & Grill, a popular
eatery and sports bar a few blocks from The Houseman Arena where the
Philadelphia Wildcats play. Alain is one of several `Cats who own a share of
the trendy meeting place. I picked the table by the small stage in the large
dining area. Rumor has it Philly sports stars perform here on occasion, but
I`ve yet to see it. Maybe someday I`ll catch a performance by a Wildcat or two.
The hot spot was rather quiet, as it was after the lunch
crush. There were televisions filling every available inch of wall space that
wasn`t covered with sports memorabilia. As a friendly young waiter dressed as a
referee delivered my decaf, I saw the couple arriving.
"Alain!"
the few lingering patrons shouted as if we were at Cheers. Lessard smiled at his fans, slapping backs as well as
shaking hands as he followed Viviana to the table. I smiled at the woman. She
was, as she always is, vibrant. Her clothes were sexy, colorful and playful,
accenting her legs and her breasts, for she knows how much her lover admires
them. Viv and I bussed cheeks. We`re the same height and possess the same curvy
form so seem to feel an affinity for each other. Alain enveloped me in a
brotherly hug. My eyes grew wide. I peeked at Viviana. She smiled. Alain
released me to pull the chair out for his lady love.
"Thank
you for doing this, Alain," I said as he hurried to push my chair in for
me.
"It is
my pleasure," the Quebecer said as he dropped his well made frame into his
seat. I could easily see what Viv saw in Alain. Six foot two, one hundred and
ninety pounds, black curly hair, hazel eyes, athletic build, and a mouth that
begs to be kissed. I`d be drawn like a moth to a flame as well! "This is
not like a regular interview."
"See,
not all interviews are bad," the sassy brunette said as she ran her eyes
over the menu. Alain rolled those pretty hazel eyes playfully. His hand rested
on the back of Viviana`s chair possessively. "Let`s get a fish dinner then
split it." Viviana looked at me with eyes the color of white grapes. Her
eyes always amaze me. I nodded at the suggestion. After the order was placed
and Viv and Alain`s drinks were brought out, we started chatting.
"So,
how does it feel to be the stars of your own book?" I asked the couple.
"I`m
tickled to be the first of the Wildcats women`s story that you told,"
Viviana said then sipped at her raspberry flavored water.
"It is
very nice," Alain answered tactfully.
"He`s
not always so tight-fisted with his words," Viviana pointed out as our
appetizers arrived.
"Oh,
I`m well aware of how he can talk once he`s comfortable," I replied with a
wink for the hockey star. His mouth curled into a shy smile. "Although you
do seem to have the lion`s share of the dialog in the book, Viv."
"Yes,
see, chaton, I don`t talk much
because you are doing all the talking for us both," Alain joked. "I
cannot fit the words in edge like."
"Oh
pooh on both of you." Viviana dipped a mozzarella stick into some red
sauce then offered the first bite to Alain, her left hand cupped under the
dripping stick. "It`s hot," she warned. Probably so he didn`t burn
those lips of his she is so keen on kissing.
"Speaking
of sex," I said as I dipped my own stick. Both my characters eyes widened
with surprise. "Were you two pleased with the amount of it in your
book?"
"Is
there such a thing as too much
sex?" Viviana asked with a impish gleam in her eye.
"It
was very nice," Alain responded. I suspected that was his stock reply
whenever he felt the matter was too personal to discuss. It was better than
being told it was none of my business.
"The
sex was wonderful," Viv interjected as she fed Alain the rest of the
cheese stick. "I do love a juicy read, and this story certainly is
that!"
"But
there was more than the sex, no?" Alain said after dabbing sauce off his
mouth with his napkin."The sex, it was great, but the lesson my Viviana
learned, that was big importance too, was it not?"
I looked
pointedly at the woman trying to decide which mozzarella stick to chose for
herself. "Was it, Viviana?" I asked directly. Her eyes flicked to me
then returned to the basket holding our appetizers. The patrons hooted at an
old replay of a Stanley Cup game on one of the TV sets.
"Can
we talk about the sex instead?" Viv inquired.
"No,
we are talking about all the book, not just the steamy sex scenes," Alain
hurried to say. I leaned back into my seat, nibbling the scalding hot stick
carefully, my napkin held under my chin. "So, did you learn a lesson,
Viviana?"
"Yes,
I learned a lesson! Does that make you both happy?! For goodness sake, one
would think I was Dr. Doom or something!" she huffed as she made a grab
for a stick in the bright red plastic basket. Alain grabbed her hand, raised it
to his lips and then laid it on the table beside Viviana`s plate. Then he chose
a stick to feed her. I shifted around in my chair, suddenly quite
uncomfortable. It felt as if I were watching the lovers in their bedroom. I
smiled at a man eating his lunch behind us.
"What
did you learn?" I asked when the sensual stick feeding was over with.
"And for the record, we all adore you Viviana," I added, for it was
the truth. Sure, Viv could be rather brusque at times, but her heart was most
generally in the right place.
"I
learned that we should talk about one of the other ladies in the series. Let`s
chat about the rest of the books! I`m sure your readers would like to know a bit
about those instead of hearing more about the poor choices silly old me has
made."
I let her
have that victory. She was far too clever to wrangle into such a private
confession. She had been a reporter
after all. Viviana Land had lots of pride, and chutzpah. I didn`t wish to push
either her or Alain too far.
"Alright,
let me see. The next book will be A Most
Unlikely Countess."
"Look
at that dreamy look," Alain teased. I felt the heat creeping into my face.
"Ah poor V. L., she does so love goalies."
"Okay,
yes, I do have a thing for goalies. Everyone knows that." I hurried to
grab my coffee to hide behind. Viviana patted my arm while laughing at my
discomfort.
"It`s
fine, " Viv assured me. "A woman would have to be dead and buried not
to be swept off her feet by Veikko Aho. He is perhaps one of the most
classically handsome men I have ever laid eyes on."
"Ahem!"
We both looked at Alain with his arms now folded over a tee that read 'Old Time
Hockey' and featured the Hanson Brothers from the movie, Slapshot.
"Aside
from you of course, darling." Viviana patted his muscular bicep.
I hurried
to carry on lest more male ego was trampled. "After A Most Unlikely Countess will be O Captain! My Captain!, Reality Check, and Language of Love. I`m also toying with a few ideas for other
Wildcat books, but we`ll see how things hatch with the planned five before I
count chickens."
"I for
one hope they do well. If women knew just how sexy hockey players are, they`d
flock to grab those books." Viviana leaned back to give the server room to
place her half a fish dinner. My mouth watered when my plate of flaky flounder,
thick steak fries, and a side of coleslaw was set in front of me. Alain was
eating rare steak with a fat baked potato that was topped with sour cream and
chives. I guess the players get tired of chicken.
"I
can`t argue that point," I said then waggled an eyebrow. Alain smiled
self-consciously.
"He
does humble well," Viviana whispered as she passed the ketchup bottle to
me. The meal progressed pleasantly. We chatted about small things. Alain seemed
to relax completely by the time dessert was brought out. We each had a small
dish of ice cream. Mine was vanilla, Alain`s fudge ripple, and Viviana`s black
raspberry.
"So,
can I ask a question?" Alain said as we enjoyed our frozen treats. I
nodded. "How do the Wildcats do in our quest for Lord Stanley`s cup?"
"Oh no
you don`t!" I shook my spoon at the charmer, "You`re not wheedling
that information out of me. No way and no how!"
"I
could send a certain goalie over to persuade that information out of you,"
he teased, his hazel eyes sparkling with mischief. I stared at him over the
table. Viviana slapped his arm.
"Would
you stop tormenting the poor woman so! If you wish to know if the `Cats win it
all, or if any of our friends find love, buy the books."
"But
Viviana, how do I find time to read when I am working to keep you happy?"
Alain asked with utmost sincerity.
"Oh,
he`s good," I muttered under my breath.
"Yes
he is," Viviana purred, leaning over to steal a kiss from her Wildcat. It
didn`t take the couple long to finish their ice cream, snap up the check, and
wave goodbye. I sat back with a contented smile. One Wildcat happy ever after,
four more to go!
*~*~*
Blurb:
Viviana
Land just can`t seem to say no to her younger sister. Somehow, the curvaceous
society page reporter gets lassoed into serving as her niece`s Busy Bee scout
leader. One overheated engine later, Viviana and her girls find themselves in
the Green Hills Ice Rink. Enter Alain Lessard, the charmingly handsome
defenseman for the Philadelphia Wildcats, who is donating his summer to
coaching the youth league.
When
our intrepid reporter is given the opportunity to write the break-out story of her
career, Viviana leaps at the chance. Thinking it would be easy to flirt and
tease some juicy tidbits out of Alain, Viviana soon finds herself falling for
the sensual, younger, kind-hearted man. Will she put aside her virtual pen for
a chance to stay at her new paramour`s side? Or will Viviana finally get away
from those mundane bakery opening articles by using the man she may possibly be
in love with?
You
can find Pink Pucks & Power Plays
at the Secret Cravings Store as well as all other major retailers:
About the Author
V.L. Locey loves worn jeans, belly
laughs, anything romantic, Greek mythology, New York Rangers hockey, comic books and coffee. (Not necessarily in
that order.) She shares her life with her husband, her daughter, one dog, two
cats, a steer named after a famous N.H.L. goalie, and a flock of assorted
domestic fowl.
V.L. is a self-published and
conventionally published author. She is a proud Torquere Press and Secret
Cravings Publishing author. When not writing romantic tales, she can be found
enjoying her day with her menagerie in the rolling hills of Pennsylvania with a
cup of fresh java in hand, writing, or cheering on her beloved New York
Rangers. She can also be found online on Facebook, Twitter, and GoodReads.
I love to meet
new friends and fans! You can find me at-
Twitter- https://twitter.com/vllocey
Thanks for having us, Jan!
ReplyDeleteYou're more than welcome here anytime, lovely ☺
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