Wednesday, May 6, 2015

Blog tour and Nanee's review of Two Man Advantage by V.L. Locey

Title: Two Man Advantage

Author: V.L. Locey

Publisher: Ellora’s Cave

Cover Artist: Allyse Karam

Length: 101 Pages

Release Date: 15th April, 2015

Blurb: Victor Kalinski, all-star
forward for the Boston Barracudas, is one of the biggest jerks in professional
hockey. Before long his aggressive attitude gets him shipped off to play in the
minor leagues.

Furious, he takes to the ice with equal amounts of
skill and scathing sarcasm, which doesn’t win him any friends—except for
good-natured alternate captain Daniel Arou. He won’t take any of Vic’s crap,
and he won’t take no for an answer.

But Vic’s troublemaking is pulling his career one
way while Dan’s talent is pushing his in the other. However much they scorch
the sheets, they might soon be separated by more than Vic’s fear of being hurt.

Inside Scoop:
This book contains scorching gay sex and a heaping helping of
no-holds-barred snark between hot hockey heroes who don’t pull their punches.

Nanee's Review:

I love sexy men playing sports, no matter what story is in Vik's POV, he's a hard guy to like. He's very mean and sarcastic but something about him made me like him, he's funny as hell at times but arrogant also. He had a tough upbringing and when he gets sent down he can't help but lash out., I don't know about him Dan on the other hand is Strong, well liked and not a push over, I liked him a lot, he actually finds redeeming qualities in Vik. When Dan invites Vik home for Thanksgiving you see a different side to Vik and this teammate/Roommate turn friends with benefits turns to more. The sex between these two is hot as hell, I just wanted more emotion I think would describe what was missing in parts, I didn't feel 100 % connected to these characters but found the book enjoyable and would like to follow their relationship further in the next book, I just think some things were left unfinished at the end and would have liked a little more. Over all though I thought the story flowed well and the Hockey scenes were well described. 3.5 stars

One short little shit got my attention when
Lambert told them to try again. He was a dark-haired little scrapper with a
light-sienna complexion, who got into the corners, putting elbow to nose and
lumber to teeth with no remorse until he got the puck free. I liked his grit.
And the way his dark hair hung out from under his lid, flipping up at the ends.
The man had some good flow going on.
His style was good, his eyes sharp, his stick
handling above par and his ankles strong. He was the only one who had a grasp
of what he was supposed to be doing, if you asked me. When he skated past in
pursuit of the puck, I got a glimpse of a round, cute face with a button nose and
lapis lazuli eyes. He executed a perfect side-stop, his plump mouth drawing up
as he looked at me.
“Holy shit, it’s the big bad boy of Beantown,” he
yelled to be heard over the shouts of his teammates. There was a noticeable
Canadian accent when he spoke. He was probably no older than my twenty-four, if
that. He wore the big A on his shoulder, so I knew he was an alternate captain.
Shit, but he had a sexy Elvis Presley mouth. “What’s your expert opinion on how
we’re looking, Kalinski?”
"To quote Reggie Dunlop as played by Paul
Newman in Slapshot, 'Jesus Christ, what a *#*#* nightmare."
He chuckled then skated down ice. His said his
last name was spelled A-R-O-U.
Coach Lambert skated into my line of sight. I
smiled pleasantly.
"What kind of fresh holy *#*#* hell is
this?" Coach asked, coming through the gate and stalking past me. “Did you
think I was kidding when I told you never to darken my door again, Kalinski?”
he asked, throwing the door to his office open.
“You’re going to *#*# the shit out of those
blades,” I pointed out as I lingered in the doorway. Coach Lambert threw me a
blistering look. I didn’t remember him hating me quite this badly. “But hey,
it’s your nutsack Carl will roast over an open fire, not mine.”
“Shut the door, sit down and keep that toxic
*#*#* mouth of yours closed.”
I did as he asked. Lambert fell into a rolling
office chair to unlace his skates. The plastic wheels whimpered at the abuse.
His gray eyes drilled into mine as he untied his laces with short, jerky
motions. One skate sailed across the room, hitting the wall with a sickening
“I can’t believe this is how the *#*#* repay me
for fourteen years of coaching expertise,” Coach snarled, yanking violently on
a hellacious knot in his laces.
“Your team has come in last for the past two
years. I’m not sure you can call that expertise.”
Lambert nearly ripped his foot off. The skate flew
past my left ear and embedded itself a good four inches into the sheetrock
behind me. Slowly shifting my attention from the skate of doom to Lambert, I
gifted him with one of my “I was only kidding” smirks. It had little to no
effect. If anything, the vein right above his left eye thumped faster.




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, one dog, two cats, a flock of assorted
goofy domestic fowl, and  two 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.
I love to meet new friends and fans! You
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1 comment:

  1. Thank you for hosting me and for the lovely review!