TITLE – To Love a Wildcat Boxed Set SERIES (& Book #) – To Love a Wildcat Books 1-6 AUTHOR – V.L. Locey GENRE – Erotic Hockey Romance PUBLISHER – Gone Writing Publishing COVER ARTIST – Reverie Design & Formatting
With more than 100 five-star reviews combined, now is the time to fall in love with the Philadelphia Wildcats! In this six-book set you'll get to experience all the passion, humor, and hockey action that reviewers have called "Funny, Sexy, Savvy, Smart Sports Romance" and "Love stories of real people".
"This is such an amazing series. The dialogue flows easily, the descriptions are outstanding, and the characters are written in such realism that, like I said above, you feel like they are family." - 5 star Goodreads review.
Readers should be 18 and over due to mature situations and language.
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EXCERPTFrom Pink Pucks & Power Plays - To Love a Wildcat #1
I left the flakes on the floor to answer my door. Vacuuming up fish flakes would have been much more settling for my nerves. Alain Lessard stood on my welcome mat looking like a million and half bucks. The man was working the casual chic look for all it was worth. His jacket was black and clearly YSL. He had tossed the sharp, black jacket over a crisp, white, button-down shirt. The sleeves and neck were unbuttoned. He wore black khakis, softly buffed black, leather boots, and a flash of a gold watch on his left wrist. His hair was damp, his cheeks freshly shaved, and his smile dazzling.
“I am not too late, am I?” he asked when I stood in the doorway like a buffoon. I gently shook my head and moved aside. “Bon!” He hesitated as if unsure until I waved him in. Perhaps my lack of speech was throwing him off. My brain came up with something and then he passed by me, close enough to scrub his arm across my left breast. My nipple stiffened instantly. His cologne was alluring and dark. I inhaled the manly aroma deeply. I adore a man who knows what kind of scent to wear and how much. Closing the door gently, I gathered my scattered wits, blew away the thick mist of desire with a long exhalation through pursed lips then spun around to face my date. He was standing in the middle of my living room, smiling widely as he peered into my kitchen.
“If you’re looking for dinner, I’m afraid you’ll be disappointed. Someone told me we were going out tonight?” I walked to the sofa to pick up the black shawl I had chosen.
“I have never seen such a purple kitchen. It is very you, Viviana,” Alain said, coming over to lift the dainty bit of shimmering material from my fingers. I turned. He draped, making sure that the back of his fingers skimmed both sides of my neck. Something hot began to uncurl like a cat waking from a nap deep within me. “And yes,” he whispered beside my ear, “We have reservations that we will miss if I do not step away from you and stop admiring your lovely perfume. It is some sort of tropical flower, yes?”
“Yes,” I responded as his warm breath tickled my ear. “It’s called Plumeria Blossom and it’s imported from Hawaii.”
“It’s very pretty. Have you ever been to Hawaii?” he asked, stepping away from me, sadly. His warmth back there was rather nice.
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, one dog, two cats, a flock of assorted domestic fowl, and two 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.
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