Title: Long Change
Author: V.L. Locey
Publisher: Ellora`s Cave
Cover Artist: Allyse Leodra
Release Date: 6/26/15
Blurb: Collegiate superstar goalie Boone Crockett seems to have the world at his feet. He’s rich, handsome, attends an elite college and is a hot prospect for the pros. Pity all that is a front for a deeply closeted and troubled young man.
All Boone’s life plans are shattered when flamboyant ex-figure skater Preston Gordon, an orange-haired twink, shows up to audition for the team’s mascot position wearing sequins, scarves and toe picks. His moves on the ice send Boone into his own pirouette of frustrated and reluctant desire.
As senior year progresses Boone slides deeper and deeper into a dangerous depression, Preston’s sensual strength the only thing he has to hold on to. If Boone can’t keep from plunging through the thin ice he’s skating on, it could take a twink to make the big save.
Reader Advisory: This story has graphic sexual language and scenes—no closed bedroom doors (or other rooms) here!
It was my senior year. My team had finished strongly the year before and had clinched the NCAA Division One title. A large part of that success had been due to me. I’m not tooting my own horn…well, maybe I am. The truth is the truth no matter how egotistical it sounds. I had blown the roof off the NCAA goalie stats in my junior year. My senior year held nothing but promise. I could taste the pros. My name was on the lips of several NHL teams. All I had to do was keep my nose clean. That was all it would take to reap the bennies of all my hard work. I had it all pretty well in the bag. Eyes on the prize. Who knew? Maybe next year I’d be playing for an Original Six team. Yeah, it was a big dream, but any competitor knows that you set the bar high. Yep. Just one more season of living clean, keeping my sexual orientation under the covers and walking that prim intercollegiate line all the teams at prestigious Rock Point College are expected to walk.
That was when he appeared. A thin little twink with an orange pixie cut hair-do, pale skin and a lush mouth that needed to be plundered. A jolt of lust ran through me as he skated onto the ice with two other people. I couldn’t make my skates move me from my crease. The pipe on my back felt good, reassuring, stable. More water. Yes, more water. I pawed blindly for my lucky green bottle. With warm water dripping from my nose and chin, I stood spellbound as he made a few passes. He was lithe, graceful, lean yet muscular. Small, maybe five foot five or six, he weighed perhaps one-thirty soaking wet. Total opposite of my six-foot-two, one-ninety-nine self. He was the most obviously gay man I had ever seen.
His costume was a bright limey-green sequined thing that looked like it had been plucked right out of Johnny Weir’s traveling trunk. Several glittery scarves flowed behind him. Green eyes met mine as he skated past.
V.L. Locey loves worn jeans, 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 goofy 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.