Title: Game Misconduct
Author: V.L. Locey
Publisher: Ellora’s Cave
Cover Artist: Allyse Karam
Length: 33,150 words
Release Date: September 23, 2015
Blurb: This book is a sequel to Two Man Advantage
Life has been treating Victor Kalinski well, which is a surprise for the ginger-haired forward with the venomous tongue. His career is somewhat stable, at least for another season. His relationship with Cougars alternate captain Dan Arou is deepening, despite the fact that Daniel has yet to come out of the closet.
It’s typical Kalinski luck when a puck bunny he shared a drunken night with several months ago slaps him with a paternity suit. Despite the sizzling passion and painfully heartfelt connection between them, Dan doesn’t take the news well, and heads back to Canada alone.
If he wants to make things right and win back the man he loves, he has no choice but to swallow his pride—and nobody’s prouder than hot-headed, ego-driven Victor.
Reader Advisory: This story has graphic sexual language and scenes—no closed bedroom doors (or other rooms) here!
An adult male/male romance from Ellora’s Cave
It was obvious what I had to do. And being me, I went into it with my usual tact and decorum. When I got back to our apartment, I walked into the space I shared with Dan to find two fat suitcases sitting in the living room. Upon seeing those bags, the hash browns and toast threatened to make a reappearance. I swallowed several times. Dan walked out of the bedroom, his small toiletry bag on his shoulder. He looked exhausted and so damaged.
“Hey,” I said. Verbal skills suffer with heavy drinking and heart-breaking. “So this is how it goes down?” I asked, motioning with a shaky hand to the bags. “You throw me out without even giving me a chance to explain? That’s pretty small even for a Hobbit.”
“Those are my clothes.” He hurled the words at me like shuriken stars. Mental cogs slipped a bit. I stared at my lover as if I were a stunned steer outside a butcher house.
“Dude, your name is on the lease.” Fuck, but those seven words cost me dearly. It hurt to say them, knowing that this was the beginning of the end. No way could I live here when it was Dan’s place.
“I’m not moving out. I’m going home.” His tone was bitterly cold. If we’d shut the windows, we could have skipped the AC units we’d discussed. Not knowing what to do with my hands, I began jangling my keys against my thigh.
“This is your home. I’ll get my shit and go.”
“No, I’m going home. To Manitoba. It’s my mom’s birthday.” He bent down to pick up his suitcases.
I felt a sting of panic race through me. My keys rattled with more speed. “We were supposed to do that together.” Wow, I was all sorts of skilled with the dialog.
Dan glared at me as he straightened. His bangs dangled in his eyes. “Yeah, well, that was before you fucked us over. I don’t want you anywhere near me or my family right now. I need to think.”
“Will you at least take the gift I got her?” Dear Baby Buddha, was that Victor Kalinski begging? My fingers tightened around my keys. That needy voice had to stop. VK did not beg or wheedle. Whining got you beat with whatever was at hand. Same as getting your fingers caught in the wringers.
“No.” He walked around me and out the door. I watched him go, his dark head slowly disappearing as he went down the stairs.
“But I picked it out myself.”
The roar of his Jeep leaving the driveway was his reply.
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.
Winner’s Prize: Digital Copy of GAME MISCONDUCT.