Final Shifts (To Love a Wildcat Series) by V.L. Locey
Publisher & Release Day: Secret Cravings Publishing, March 25, 2015
Heat Level: 4 Scorching Flames
Length: 142 pages
Blurb:
The only
constant in life is that things will change when you least expect it. On the
day of Derrick Andersson`s retirement ceremony, a late-season tropical storm
parks itself over the City of Brotherly Love. The women who love the Wildcats
will not only have to deal with the deluge outside, they will have to struggle
through some of the greatest personal storms they will ever weather.
Liz and Veikko receive devastating news, Maggie
and Derrick face a shocking announcement, and Isabelle and Philip receive the
verdict of Philip's court battle. Can Viviana and Alain work out the problems
that have torn them apart? What has life dealt young lovers Petro and
Margarite? The
answers to those questions, as well as a surprise that will rock the Houseman,
are revealed in this final book of the To Love a Wildcat series.
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Excerpt:
Margarite
After the team left the ice, I asked my new friends
if they would like to continue up in the owner’s skybox. They were thrilled to
do so. It is a darn impressive lounge
that Mama owns way up in the rafters. We rode up in two elevators, passing
security with a wave of my hand. Into the luxury box we all piled. Soon we had
coffee, crullers, and conversation flowing. I should have brought them up here
to begin with, but they had seemed so intent on watching the players. Now that
the distraction of the Wildcats was no longer an issue, we started making some
real progress. I called an end to the meeting after another thirty minutes. We
had gotten as far as possible. I stood up, smiled and shook each hand as our
community volunteers left the skybox. Security escorted them down to the
players parking area.
I returned to
my seat at the head of a long, rectangular table, to gather up the four
thousand or so notes I had jotted down. My head came up when someone rapped on
the other end of the table. Petro smiled at me. I ran my sight over him. The
suit he wore was dark grey, his shirt white, his tie black as a pirate’s pearl.
He looked delicious. I dropped my notes back to the table. He arched a dark
eyebrow. I nodded. The man turned, walked back to the door, and then turned the
lock. My body began revving up. Petro glanced over his wide shoulder, his eyes
crackling brown embers.
“When I turn around, you be ready for me,” he
informed me then returned his steaming gaze to the door. His command gave me
pause for perhaps four seconds. With quaking fingers, I hurried to pull my
blouse out of the top of my skirt. He shucked off his suit jacket. I tugged my
shirt over my head, my hair getting wound in a few buttons. Hissing at the
painful tugs, I fumbled to free the tight black ringlets. My blouse fluttered
to a padded leather chair, one of twenty. My nipples hardened inside my lacy
blue bra. They ached. I was tempted to touch them but Petro’s jacket dropping
to the floor stole my attention. I reached to the side, unzipped my skirt then
let it slither down my legs. I stepped out of it then looked at Petro. His tie
sailed over his damp head, landing on a vase filled with fall mums resting on
the center of the table. I could feel the slick dew weeping from my pussy.
Tenderly, I reached between my breasts, my sight latched onto my lover as he
began to unbutton his dress shirt. I
slowly undid the three small hooks. My breasts popped free.
I cradled them lovingly. His shirt slid down his
back, revealing ropes of thick muscle. There he stood, as if he knew I was
ogling him. He flexed. My sex tightened. I flicked my nipples with my thumbs.
Petro stiffened as a low moan escaped me. His neck muscles bunched. He tugged
his shirt free from his trousers. My eyes followed the pure white cotton as it
flew across the skybox. Petro turned to look at me. His eyes grew wide. His
nostrils flared. His jaw twitched when he saw me fondling my boobs. The peaks
were hard as a diamond, elongated, begging him to take them between his teeth
and tug. Speaking of hard and elongated…
Author Bio:
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
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, tsú, and GoodReads.
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