Saturday, March 8, 2014

Liza Kidnaps VL Locey & book Pinks, Pucks & Power Plays

Peep Rep, wake up. Today, we are going to kidnap an author.

Peep Rep: Hold on, I thought the Feds warned you to cease and desist all kidnappings.

Liza: That was last year. I'm sure they didn't mean forever.

Peep Rep: I'm pretty sure they did.

Liza: Well, this person volunteered to be kidnapped so it doesn't count.

Peep Rep: Why would anyone volunteer to be kidnapped?

Liza: Well, it's possible I made it sound fun.

Peep Rep: Are you still binding them in rope and keeping them for three days without food and water.

Liza: Maybe...

Peep Rep: Then I firmly advise you not to do it.

*picks up phone* Get over here right away.

Liza: That better not have been the feds, because they have no sense of humor and don't like prank calls.

Peep Rep: No, I called your lawyer.

Liza: Well, I better commit my crimes before he arrives. All right, strong men I picked up in the Home Depot parking lot, bring my bound guest in and drop her and her stuff here.

Peep Rep: You've stolen her stuff too?

Liza: I didn't want my author to feel out of place, so I've also kidnapped her bookshelves and table.

Thanks guys, you can return to lurking in the parking lot now. 

So, can anyone guess who my guest is?

Anyone? Bueller?

Peep Rep: How about a hint?

Liza: Well, this author loves worn jeans, belly laughs, anything romantic, Greek mythology, New York Rangers hockey,  comic books and coffee. (Not necessarily in that order.)

Peep Rep: You kidnapped Mark Messier?

Liza: No this is an author.

Peep Rep: Mark Messier has written a book.

Liza: A Romance?

Peep Rep: Only if you love hockey...

Liza: Then it's not him. This is someone who is both a self-published and conventionally published author. Someone who when not writing romantic tales, can be found enjoying the day with a menagerie of animals in the rolling hills of Pennsylvania with a cup of fresh java in hand, writing, or cheering on the New York Rangers.

Peep Rep: Are you sure it's not Mark Messier?

Liza: I give up. *removed sack* Ta Da!

Peep Rep: It's V.L. Locey! 

Author of Pink Pucks & Power Plays

Liza: VL thanks for stopping by to talk about your book.

VL: I have to admit, this sounded like it would be a bit more enjoyable than it's turning out to be. Could you untie me now?

Liza: Not yet. I find the second I untie an author she leaves. It seems there is always another book they need to write.

VL: Well, in fact, I need to promote this one.

Liza: Excellent, so tell me about your book.

VL: Okay, but then you have untie me.

Viviana Land just can`t seem to say no her younger sister. Somehow, the curvaceous society page reporter gets lassoed into serving as her niece's Busy Bee scout leader. One overheated engine later, Viviana and her girls find themselves in the Green Hills Ice Rink. Enter Alain Lessard, the charmingly handsome defenseman for the Philadelphia Wildcats, who is donating his summer to coaching the youth league.

When our intrepid reporter is given the opportunity to write the break-out story of her career, Viviana leaps at the chance. Thinking it would be easy to flirt and tease some juicy tidbits out of Alain, Viviana soon finds herself falling for the sensual, younger, kind-hearted man. Will she put aside her virtual pen for a chance to stay at her new paramour`s side? Or will Viviana finally get away from those mundane bakery opening articles by using the man she may possibly be falling in love with?

Peep Rep: I should have warned you. Liza doesn't like questions she doesn't know the answer to.

Liza: No, I don't. But let me read an excerpt and I may forgive you.

Four dogs raced off the front porch that ran the length of the front of the house. They hit the driver’s side door like a pack of rabid wolves, barking and clawing at my paint job. I was not impressed. I didn’t dare get out, lest my lovely dress get ruined. The porch light came on and Alain filled the door. His shoulders looked as if they would barely fit through the doorway as he sauntered out to stand on the porch. Toenails were scrabbling on the window. I tooted the horn. Even with the windows up, his bellow was clear. The dogs ran to him, their tongues lolling. He rubbed the various furry heads as if praising them for attacking me. I pushed my door open and something the size of a feral cat leaped into my lap. I screamed as the animal went for my face.

“Daisy!” Alain shouted as I swatted and shrieked. The beast sat down instantly. I opened my eyes and found a canine that possibly weighed four pounds sitting on my thighs. My dress was covered with mud and hair and spittle flecks. Daisy, the frizzy white hellion, was wagging her stumpy tail and smiling at me. I was now far less than amused. Alain reached in, kissed my cheek then lifted the little dog from my lap. “She is so very glad to see you.”

“Yes, I can still smell her exuberance,” I sniffed, frowning down at the ruination of my clothing. I tried to remove the mud and fur, hopelessly. “It took me half an hour to choose this dress!”

“We can clean it up,” he said, dropping down into a crouch to swat at a hairball sticking to my thigh with determination. “Come inside. We will take it off and toss it in the washing machine.”

I looked over at him as if he had lost his mind.

“Alain, this is an original Presterman Gondola. You don’t simply toss this into the washing machine. This is crèpe de chine.” I held up the soiled hem of cool crème. “This will require a professional cleaner and a prayer to the dry cleaning gods that the rusty, red soil stains will come out of it!”

“She is very sorry,” Alain cooed, holding the tiny dog up at eye level. I glowered at the mutt. She lapped at my nose. “See? She did not mean to ruin your crap dress."

“Crèpe,” I muttered, slinging my legs out of the car. Alain eyed them with open admiration as he straightened and stepped back. His arm went around my waist with familiarity that I enjoyed.

“Yes, crèpe,” he said, pronouncing the word as if he were clearing his throat. He led me through the happy hounds into the house. It was a massive, old place, with large, airy rooms going off in haphazard directions. The furnishings were used, more than likely by the hellhounds Alain owned, by the looks of them. We passed a living room and a den as we followed the smell of roasting beef into the kitchen. It was an impressive, grand room that could hold my entire condo. The appliances were not new. 

The linoleum was old and torn in a few places. The cabinets were sort of ratty. Alain placed Daisy, the dress destroyer, to the floor. She went over to slake her thirst alongside the rest of the dogs.

“Can you wash the dress by hand?” he asked, stepping to the double stainless sink to wash his hands before checking the food in the oven.

        “I suppose,” I replied, running a keen eye over the wallpaper border that hugged the rather stained ceiling. Alain stepped up behind me. When his lips found my neck I allowed my eyelids to close for a moment. The backs of his fingers, still damp from washing, skimmed over my neck lightly. He found the zipper pull and gently unzipped my best dress slowly, dropping kisses to each inch of flesh he exposed. The crèpe de chine slid down my legs and puddled around my ankles.

Peep Rep: This book sounds far sexier than Messier's. Can we buy it, please, pretty please!

Liza: It does sound good. Find the links and I'll let you buy it.

Peep Rep: Found a whole bunch of  links!

You can find Pink Pucks & Power Plays at the Secret Cravings Store as well as all other major retailers:

VL: May I go home now?

Liza: First, you have to say something nice about my book.

VL: Why?

Liza: Because technically, you weren't kidnapped. You were invited over to promote my book. 

VL: Your book?

Liza: Yes. That way I can take off all the cost of kidnapping--I mean bringing you here--as a promotional expense. You would not believe what I had to pay those giant hunks to assist me in your kidnap.

VL: And if I do this, you'll let me go?

Liza: I'll even take you to the train station so you can eventually find your way home.

VL: What book do you wish me to talk about?

Liza: I'm dating Ghost Lover this month. 

VL: I`ve had a chance to read up on Ghost Lover, since Liza is scheduled to appear on my blog on March, 26th. (I won`t tie her up though . . . unless she really wants me to. Any doodles, the book sounds fantastic, funny, sexy, and has a ghost cat. Any author who includes a cat in their book - be it spectral or not - is my kind of author! 

Liza: That was lovely. You can leave in three days. Oops, there's my lawyer. I need to assure him all is well. *leaves room*

VL: Three days? Liza you come back here! All is not well! Release me at once.

Lucius: Mom, I've come to save you.

VL: It's my cat, Lucius. Sweet Lucius, did you come all the way from Pennsylvania to rescue your mommie? Such a sweet kitty.

Lucius: Of course I did. While I can chew these ropes loose, I can't get the can opener at home to work. We need each other. Oh, while you've been gone, I've added several more items to your to do list.


  1. Thanks for kidnapping . . . I mean having me over for a visit, Liza. =)

  2. That's right, did you get FBI. She came to visit. She was cold, so I wrapped her ropes.

  3. I'm so glad to have the cat show up... at least this wasn't a ghost cat! I loved your cover and excerpt VL. I wish you all the best, esp. since you escaped from Liza!

    1. True, that ghost cat weighs 40 pounds and would just sit on her purring.

  4. Glad you escaped! Great job, girls!

  5. Love the cover and blurb! Tweeted :)

  6. Thank you Andrea and Melissa! And thank you, Lucius, for coming to my rescue. I really had to use the ladies room!

    Many thanks, Liza. This was SO much fun.

    1. Hold on Missy VL. I'm keeping you three days. Sit right down. You have another day to go. My peeps are very busy. It takes them awhile to all show up.

  7. Liza, I can't believe V.L. thanked you for kidnapping her. I'm sure she is suffering from Stockholm syndrome and need therapy. V.L. great blurb and cover. I tweeted.

    1. LOL, perhaps you are right. She was most obliging. Nice cat too. And she said the nicest things about Ghost Lover.

  8. When is Mark Messier arriving??


  9. He stopped by at noon today, but you'd stepped out.


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