Title: Two Man Advantage
Author Name: V.L. Locey
Publication Date & Length: April 15, 2015 – 76pgs
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.
A Romantica® gay erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave
When Victor, “fucking canker sore on the dick of professional ice hockey” Kalinski meets Daniel Arou, he has just been demoted from the NHL to the AHL because of his big mouth and his short fuse temper. Golden boy Daniel is the star of the Cayuga Cougars, just waiting to be called up to the NHL. An unlikely pair, things get interesting when the two players become roommates on the road.
Kalinski doesn’t do relationships. He managed to survive an abusive childhood with quick wits, fast fists and a kevlar coated heart. Arou, with his own loving family as an example, can’t help but want a white picket fence and a HEA.
I absolutely love this book. Told in the first person from the perspective of Kalinski, a self-proclaimed asshole, it manages to be both laugh-out-loud funny and poignantly sad at the same time. The banter Locey writes for Kalinski is perfectly timed and filthy enough to remind readers of every hockey player they’ve ever dated. But Locey doesn’t just leave readers with banter. Using the first person allows us to see beyond Kalinski’s obnoxious comments to the vulnerability lurking in dark corners.
Daniel Arou is only ever viewed through Kalinski’s distorted perception, but what we get is a beautiful, affectionate and puzzlingly loyal man. I will admit that I fell in love with him long before Kalinski did.
The hockey action here is more comedy than suspense. This is a pretty unusual sports story. The Cougars are losers, a “glorified bunch of monkey-humpers.” Rather than Yoda-inspired character-building montages, Locey gleefully delineates moments of insult induced violence in gory detail. Every epic fail is faithfully recorded. The Cougars haven’t a hope in hell of winning but Locey makes us love them anyways.
Mighty Ducks this isn’t, but Locey’s brand of bloodshed, banter and hot sex makes for an irresistibly brilliant story.
Have you ever just watched someone sleep and been petrified and appreciative simultaneously? I know how totally stalker that sounds, but it wasn’t like “I’m a glittery vampire who sits here and watches some underage chick sleeping” weird. Okay, maybe it was a little bit of that kind of weird. I mean, I was lying beside Dan, admiring the hills and valleys of his back as the sun caressed his tanned flesh. His skin was smooth but clammy. The blankets were tangled around his legs. He slept just like he went through life—with energy. His thrashing was what had awoken me, as it had a few times during our road trip. Instead of snapping at him then stealing the covers back, I took this time to visually adore his body. Yeah, I was that fond of it. And him. Rest assured, that terrified me no end.
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: one named after a famous N.H.L. goalie while the other carries the moniker of a 60s pop legend.
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.