Born and raised in a small town outside Pittsburgh, Stephanie Huschuk has had to battle for everything she’s achieved in life. Now she’s vying for the spot of starting goalie on the Philadelphia Venom and there’s only one thing that might hold her back: her feelings for Professor Greg Blue Blanket. Greg is considerably older than she is and recently divorced.
As if those two things weren’t reason enough for Stephanie to keep her distance, he’s also the twin brother of her goalie coach, Alice Dunlop. But the heart wants what the heart wants and soon Stephanie is facing not only the ire of one of her coaches, but she’s going to have to make one of the most difficult decisions a woman can make.
Will the stresses of family, life, and hockey rip them apart, or will love be enough to keep this couple together?
Warning-This novel contains controversial subject matter.
Cat gives this one 5 Meows...
I love the Venom series. Each story has such fabulous characters, and a social issue is touched on. Angle Play has several. We have the age thing, the work thing ( her coach could hurt her, or they could be accused of nepotism) the interracial thing with Greg being Native American and other issues of choice fall into play. There is still the humor and the scorching hot sex as well.
I love all of V.L. Locy's writing. Her stories are always charming, have a touch of humor and are steaming hot. I think Angle Play is my favorite of all her work so far. It does have a more serious nature, and I will admit I cried some ( keep some tissue at hand). The ending really shocked me.
I applaud Locey for her touching on such social issues in this one and the way she handled it. I wish I could give her ten stars. If you love hockey romance, May/December, interracial, tough social issues, choices, a bit of humor, and hot sex scenes, don't wait! Get this!---warning--An oyster cracker dies a tragic death by drowning in claim chowder.
“I like it.” I was quick to say as a blush rose into my cheeks. “It’s so nice… and old.”
“Kind of like me, huh?”
“Professor Blue Blanket, are you fishing for compliments?” I teased as a smile tweaked the corners of my mouth.
“Maybe.” He admitted then gave me a wink. “Or maybe I’m just trying to lighten the mood. And it worked because now you’re smiling. Stephanie, when you smile, my world seems a whole lot brighter.”
Hand to God I did not know what to say in reply. My brain felt as if it had lost its edge. My body, though, it knew how to react. My skin grew warm. A flush crept up my neck, and my breasts felt tight and sensitive, the nipples peaking into hard tender flesh chafed by the soft cups of my bra.
“Yeah, me too,” I eventually responded. Greg unfolded his arms and sat up. I held my ground on the bench, wishing and hoping he would lean in to kiss me full on the mouth. To hell with pecks on the cheek. I can get those from my brother. My heart thumped inside my chest when he lifted his hand to push a strand of dark blonde hair back from my eye. A shaky breath escaped me when he ran his fingertips down my cheek. His hand settled tenderly on my neck. There was a moment when I desperately wanted to jump on him, push his back flat to the hard window bench we were sitting on, peel off our clothes, and cover his sexy body with mine. Instead of doing that, I reached up to place my hand over his. His dark eyes ignited.
“I find myself torn over you,” he expressed as his touch made me yearn for so much more. “There’s the side that wants to take this slow, and in slow I mean like a sloth, so people won’t be casting aspersions at us.”
“What does the other side want to do?” I questioned as his thumb began to stroke my jugular. He had fine lifelines around his eyes and mouth that I found wildly appealing.
“That side wants to spread out the blanket I brought for our dinner, lay you down on it, and make love to you until we’re both cross-eyed.”
“Wow, that’s… yeah, wow,” I stammered. The room felt warmer. His eyes dropped to my mouth then slid downward, lingering for just a second on my breasts before they returned to my face.
“Exactly.” He then moved in to put his lips to mine. It was a firm, sweet kiss. His fingers softly dug into my neck. I wanted the pressure of his mouth to deepen. No, I needed it to but he pulled back after a moment. My lashes lifted from my cheeks. “Yeah, slow is good. What’s slower than a sloth?”
“Molasses in January,” I offered. He mulled that over for a second then nodded.
“That will work.” He pulled me closer for another kiss. This one had real heat behind it. I wiggled around more to angle my body properly. Greg’s hand moved lower on my neck, his thumb now rubbing my collarbone. His breaths were short little puffs when the kiss ended. I didn’t dare to look down to see if he were as hard as I was wet. If I did, and I saw his cock straining against his zipper, I would probably not be moving in sloth mode. “We need something slower, much slower. Like glacier creeping slow.”
“Snail slow,” I whispered then kissed him.
“Department of motor vehicle driver license renewal line slow,” he replied then stole another taste.
“Chess game slow,” I parried as my lips danced over his. The bench creaked when his weight shifted. I slid closer, my breasts pressing into his chest now.
“Customer with five thousand items ahead of you in the checkout line slow,” Greg proclaimed before sliding an arm around me. I moved willingly over and onto his lap, my tongue flicking out to meet his.
“A lecture from a professor slow.” I panted and settled my ass on his thighs.
“Hey now.” He chuckled, the hand on my shoulder pulling me in as close as he could get me. His mouth moved over mine as the kiss deepened. I rolled my hips and made him groan. That was when he gently but firmly removed me from his lap and stood up. I blinked at him, my sight caressing his body as he turned to walk off the lust, as if that were a thing you could do. I mean, yeah, I’d seen players walk off taking a slap shot to the leg but walking off an erection? Was that even possible?
V.L. Locey loves worn jeans, yoga, belly laughs, walking, 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 domestic fowl, and two 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.
Other Books by V.L. Locey
Gone Writing Publishing M/F Backlist Books and Upcoming Releases
Pink Pucks & Power Plays (Book One of the To Love a Wildcat series)
A Most Unlikely Countess (Book Two of the To Love a Wildcat series)
O Captain! My Captain! (Book Three of the To Love a Wildcat series)
Reality Check (Book Four of the To Love a Wildcat series)
Language of Love (Book Five of the To Love a Wildcat series)
Final Shifts (Book Six of the To Love a Wildcat series)
Clean Sweep (Book One of the Venom series)
Twirly Girl (Book Two of the Venom series)
Tape to Tape (Book Three of the Venom series)
Roster Addition (A To Love a Wildcat novella)
Angle Play (Book Four of the Venom series)
Coming 5/3/17… Playmaker (An F/F Venom series novella)
Coming 11/1/17… Flow (Book Five of the Venom series)
Independent LGBT Releases
On Broadway (Part of the Changing on the Fly M/M charity hockey anthology)
Holly & Hockey Boots (An M/M holiday hockey romance novella)
Coming 3/1/17…Point Shot Trilogy Boxed Set
Coming 4/6/17… Snap Shot (Cayuga Cougars #1)
Coming 6/1/17… Goaltender’s Penalty (An M/M hockey romance novella)
Coming 8/1/17…Open Net (Cayuga Cougars #2)
Coming 9/27/17…Finding the Edge (book #1 of the Brighton Wood Blades series)
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