Monthly Archives: August 2017
I’d like to thank Tricia for having me here today! She and I have been Tuesday Tales buddies for a couple years now, and being able to visit on a Friday is a real treat. So, thanks for letting me come by today, Tricia. *hugs*
For those who aren’t familiar with my work, I write contemporary romance, mostly MM and generally about hockey, although I do pen an MF hockey series and have several MM books that don’t have skates or pucks in them. My books deal with social issues, personal growth, team dynamics, and LOTS of lusty love.
When I started working on Open Net, I had a few decisions to make about my leading men. August Miles had already been introduced in the previous Cayuga Cougars book, Snap Shot, so I knew him well. It was his love interest, Sal Castenada, that gave me a bit of trouble with a few points – his age being the primary niggling issue. I’d originally had him being the same age as Augie, but Salvatore nixed that quickly. So, he’s now fifteen years older than my bumbling, backward netminder. Seems my characters always know best!
One thing that was never up for debate about Sal was the he was HIV positive. As I mentioned in my little intro up there, I write about social issues. Being an ally, proud mother of an out and proud bi daughter, as well as an LGBTQ author, I read articles about the gay community to keep up to date as best I can. One I came across from the CDC discussed how new cases of HIV are rising among youth (ages 13- 24) and among those new cases, Black and Latino males seem to be rising the fastest. I wanted to address this upsetting trend, and so I had Sal – a Latino male – contract HIV when he was a younger man.
Tons of research went into this story as well as having an emergency room nurse read over certain scenes to ensure medical accuracy. I hope that those who read Open Net will come away with a warm heart and perhaps a new understanding of the battle and stigma people who are HIV positive still face.
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August Miles has the world on a string professionally.
Augie, as his friends and teammates call the unassuming young goaltender, is on the fast track to the pros. The starting goalie for the Cayuga Cougars, he has a year or two in Cayuga to hone his skills and all his career dreams will have come true. Pity his personal life isn’t riding the same high. He’s the only one among his group of friends without that special someone to call his own.
Until he meets Salvatore Castenada at a lakeside party. The attraction is white-hot and more than a little wonderfully overwhelming for the romantically inexperienced goalie. August quickly discovers that Sal is everything he’s dreamed of in a man: mature, settled, sinfully handsome, and filled with gentle humor. Sal is also HIV positive.
Will Sal’s revelation about his status end this budding relationship before it can even begin? Or will the two men be able to handle the challenges life—and a championship run for the Cougars—throws at them?
Several days later, trying to be nonchalant about things, I stood outside his door, empty container in my hand, features schooled not to reflect how scared I was.
He looked shocked to see me on his doorstep. “Hey,” he said.
I held up the empty dish.
His gaze darted to the container, then back to me, a smile tugging at the corner of his sensual mouth. “Looking for a refill or something more?”
He stepped aside to let me enter. I paused just inside the front door, turning to look at him after he shut it.
“I’d like to have more,” I said, and held out the container like some sort of orphan in a musical.
“More what?” he asked, and I heard the uncertainty in his voice.
“More food and more you.”
“Are you sure, August?”
He gently took the container, his eyes locked with mine. “Are you one hundred percent sure? Maybe you should take more time. I’m not a prime dating candidate for you. I’m seropositive and I’m fifteen years older than you are. I can almost guarantee you that some of your friends are going to be against us seeing each other.”
“I don’t need more time and I don’t need friends who would be so judgmental. Yes, I’m one hundred percent sure. I’ve spent days reading, watching videos, and then reading more. I even talked with a medical professional. I know what I’m going to be facing—what we’re going to be facing.”
He tossed the container onto a small table at the end of the sofa. “We can never have unprotected sex. Ever. Not even once.”
“I know,” I said as want began pumping through my veins.
“If a condom breaks you could get infected.” He stared deep into my eyes.
“I know,” I replied. “I know all the bad things that can happen. I still want to date you.”
“No, you just think you know all the bad things, Aug. There’s so much you don’t know.” He sounded sad and weary.
“Then I’ll learn. Sal, I want to be with you, okay? I mean, if you don’t want to be with me, then that’s fine. I’ll just leave and you’ll never have to look at my dumb face ever—”
Sal stepped up to me without a word and pushed my back against the wall. A shocked grunt escaped me right before his mouth dropped over mine. He ran his tongue over the seam of my mouth. I let him in. He was powerful, possessive and hungry. His tongue slipped around mine as his hands found the edge of my shirt.
Breaking the kiss, he jerked my shirt upward, not caring that it caught under my chin. He just tugged harder to get the neckband free. Once the material popped free, he grabbed the shirt with both hands and held my arms over my head, the soft cotton keeping my hands off him.
“I should tell you to leave now, but I want you too bad to be noble,” he growled.
He captured my mouth again, this time letting his body lean in to me from chest to knees. My fingers slipped out of the T-shirt and I pushed them between his. Sal gyrated against me. His hard cock slid over mine. I sucked in a heated breath. He moaned, then began feasting on my neck, collarbone, and finally a nipple. He slipped his hands out of my grip and his palms, flat to my arms, slowly slithered downward.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
V.L. Locey loves worn jeans, yoga, belly laughs, walking, reading and writing lusty tales, Greek mythology, Dr. Who, Torchwood, 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. She can also be found online on Facebook, Twitter, Pinterest, and GoodReads.
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Other Books by V.L. Locey
Gone Writing Publishing M/F Backlist Books and Upcoming Releases
Pink Pucks & Power Plays (Book One of the To Love a Wildcat series)
A Most Unlikely Countess (Book Two of the To Love a Wildcat series)
O Captain! My Captain! (Book Three of the To Love a Wildcat series)
Reality Check (Book Four of the To Love a Wildcat series)
Language of Love (Book Five of the To Love a Wildcat series)
Final Shifts (Book Six of the To Love a Wildcat series)
Clean Sweep (Book One of the Venom series)
Twirly Girl (Book Two of the Venom series)
Tape to Tape (Book Three of the Venom series)
Roster Addition (A To Love a Wildcat novella)
Angle Play (Book Four of the Venom series)
Coming 11/1/17… Flow (Book Five of the Venom series)
Coming 3/14/18…Blueline (Book Six of the Venom Series) Improper Fraction
Gone Writing Publishing LGBTQ Releases
Playmaker (An F/F Venom series novella)
Coming 10/18/17… Improper Fraction
Independent LGBTQ Releases
Holly & Hockey Boots (An M/M holiday hockey romance novella)
Point Shot Trilogy
Snap Shot – Cayuga Cougars #1
Changing Lines – Harrisburg Railers #1 – Coauthored with Rj Scott
Open Net – Cayuga Cougars #2
Coming 9/27/17…First Season – Harrisburg Railers #2 – Coauthored with Rj Scott
Coming 10/4/17… Rookie Moves (Part of the 2107/2018 Changing on the Fly M/M charity hockey anthology)
Coming 12/1/17 … Deep Edge – Harrisburg Railers #3 – Coauthored with Rj Scott
Coming 1/10/18…Coach’s Challenge – Cayuga Cougars #3
Coming 2/14/18…Ryker – Owatanna Eagles #1 – Coauthored with Rj Scott
Coming 3/14/18…Blueline – Venom #6
Coming 5/15/18…Harrisburg Railers #4 – Coauthored with Rj Scott
Coming 6/27/18…Overtime – Cayuga Cougars #4
Coming 8/8/18… Owatanna Eagles #2 – Coauthored with Rj Scott
Coming 10/13/18…Harrisburg Railers #5 – Coauthored with Rj Scott
Coming 12/5/18… Holiday Novella – Railers &Eagles Crossover – Coauthored with Rj Scott
Fargo Women Plot and Plan
A Vintage Daze Short Story
By Trisha Faye
The women of Fargo, Texas band together to create a church cookbook. Even though 1935 was a difficult year for most of the country, the women are determined. Extreme heat, drought, dust storms – they are nothing compared to the wake of women on a mission. But will the force of the worst dust storm in history derail the women’s project? Take a step back in time in this Vintage Daze Short Story. This historical fiction is inspired by actual women and their ‘How We Cook Down on the Farm’ cookbook created for the Fargo Baptist Church.
Seventeen recipes from the 1935 cookbook are included with this short story.
Maude stood in the doorway, hesitant, as every seat was full. She looked around the room, feeling a little out of place. Doilies filled the surfaces of the bookcase, the side tables, and the arms of all the stuffed chairs and divan. Even the radio sitting in the corner had a crocheted adornment covering the top of it. A pristine coat of white paint covered the bead board walls and the globes of all the lamps gleamed brightly with sparkle. It’s obvious that Lillian doesn’t have any children to take up all her time. Then she chastised herself for her little grumble. I should be happy that someone has a house with nice things to fill it.
“Over here, Maude.” Eula sat in the middle of the divan between two women. She scooted closer to Hazel and patted a space between her and Grandma Parker. “We’ll fit. It’ll be a cozy spot.”
Fortunately, Maude’s slim frame fit easily into the space the women made. Grandma Parker leaned over and hugged Maude. “Hi, dear. So nice to see you here today. You haven’t been to many meetings lately.”
“No…the farm…the children…don’t always have the gasoline…” Maude blushed and stammered. She didn’t know why she felt she needed to explain her absence. But out of habit, when an elder spoke or questioned, Maude answered, feeling much like a nine-year old girl instead of the grown woman she was. She searched her memory for the elderly woman’s given name but didn’t recall it. Everyone had called her Grandma Parker for so long, that’s all most of them knew her as.
Mrs. Forester, the group’s president, moved to one side of the parlor and clapped her hands. “Ladies. Your attention please.” She waited until the chatter quieted before continuing. “I call the Women’s Auxiliary of the Fargo Baptist Church to order. Lillian? You’re taking the minutes today?”
The hostess held her sharpened pencil in the air. “Yes, ma’am. Ready, willing, and able.”
“Our first order of business is a vote on our fundraiser.”
“Cookbooks.” A voice called out.
Other voices chimed in, repeating the favored suggestion.
“Yes, let’s do a cookbook.”
A timid voice from one corner called out a different idea. “Aprons and potholders.”
Mrs. Forester cleared her throat. “Let’s put it to a vote. We have three suggestions from the last meeting. The first suggestion was a bake sale. By a raise of hands…who wants a bake sale?”
The group sat quietly, hands in their laps.
The president glanced around the room, looking for any raised hands. “No one?” She waited a moment and didn’t see any takers. “The next idea was Helen Smith’s suggestion. Selling aprons and pot holders that we’ve sewn and donated. Any votes for aprons and pot holders?”
One lone hand made its way into the air. Helen Smith, the mousy woman sitting in the corner. No one else joined her in the vote.
“That brings us to the third suggestion. Compiling a cookbook…”
HOW TO SUGAR CURE HAM AND BACON
250 to 300 lb. hog – use 1 gal. salt, 8 tablespoons full sugar, 4 tbsp. black pepper – mix well. Lay meat on paper, rub in mixture well. Extra well on out side skin. Use entire mixture on entire hog. Wrap good in 2 layers of paper, and put in sack. Hang like it walks. Put on mixture next morning after killed, let hang until ready to use.
Horton H. Scherer, a Fargo Farmer
CHICKEN SALAD SANDWICHES
1 chicken cooked tender and ground or chopped fine
1-2 head of lettuce
2 medium sized pickles
2 boiled eggs
1 sweet pepper
Chop all these up and salt and pepper to suit taste and add salad dressing. Will make 20 or more sandwiches.
Mrs. Cecil Goins
EMERGENCY OR SOUR MILK BISCUITS
Sift 2 cups flour 4 tsp. baking powder, 1-2 tsp. salt and 1-4 tsp. soda together. Melt shortening, add to sour milk and add this liquid to dry ingredients. Mix to a soft dough. Turn on slightly floured board. Roll or pat to 1-2 inch thick. Cut with small biscuit cutter and bake in greased pan 12 min.
Trisha Faye’s greatest pleasure is paying tribute to people and items from the past. When she can tear herself away from the joys of researching, she spins the facts she finds into fictional tales, usually with a cat nestled on her lap.
Trisha delivering a set of 1934 quilt squares to the Taylor County Historical Museum in Iowa.
Web Site: http://www.trishafaye.com