Hello! My name is V.L. Locey, and I`m a multigenre
erotic romance author. Before I get all caught up in chatting about things that
go bump in the night, I`d like to thank Kathleen for having me here!
Do you remember what movie first made you jump? For
me, it was the classic and B-rated monster movies. As a child I would watch
Scream- In with Dr. Shock, a horror host in the Philadelphia area. I loved all
the old black-and-white monsters such as Dracula, Frankenstein, The Mummy, and
The Creature from the Black Lagoon. My favorite, even as a child, was Lon
Chaney Jr. as The Werewolf. I`m not sure what drew me to that character so
powerfully, but to this day I have a soft spot for shapeshifters.
When I saw the call for submission for Dawg Days, I knew I had to pen a tale to
submit. I already have one shifter book on the market, An Erie Halloween, from Torquere Press. Another in the series, An Erie Operetta, will be released in
early 2015. For this anthology I wanted to do something a bit different but
wasn`t sure what. Then I stumbled across some Kurdish folk music while looking
for a music prompt to share with my local writers group. And there it was. The
answer to what I would submit. With that beautiful music as inspiration, I crafted
an M/M fantasy short story called Night
of the Jackal about two jackal shifters on a world far different than ours.
Blurb: Sahl and Jasim are
outcasts. Alone on a world covered with shifting sands, the two males live and
love day by day, eking out an existence. One night, hunger drives Jasim, the
largest of the two jackal shifters, into recklessness. Leaving Sahl behind,
Jasim crosses the river in the hopes of stealing food from a resting caravan.
It is Sahl that relays the story
of this night. Of how he, the weaker of the pair, must face many dangers to
locate, and hopefully free, his lover from a terrible fate. Can Sahl find his
mate in time, or will both males end up as new pelts upon the Madr Pash drying
racks?
Excerpt:
I
groom myself as I wait, seated under the cool gaze of the moon sisters. I clean
my snout with my paw as a slow drum beat erupts from the Madr camp. I am not
aware of when our kind left the other humans. We know hatred from the non-skin
wearers caused us to move into the desert. That is all we know of it. That
slight has never been forgiven. The travelling bands use us as a means to
frighten their children, telling them sand jackals will carry them off if they
wander from camp. I have never stolen a child. I have found their small bones in the sands and gnawed upon them, for
the core is tasty. This caravan is known as Madr Pash. They are famed for being
great hunters. My stomach rumbles. Oh, what I would give for a fish! A large
red one such as we see rising to the surface of the river when the sun brothers
kiss the moon sisters in greeting.
A
shout from the Madr camp startles me. My head jerks to the side. The sound was
quick, sharp, but still it lingers in the wide width of my pointed ears. I
shoot to my paws. Jasim! A loud hoot bounces over the silver sands. A dark fear
overtakes my heartbeat. I shake the dread away. Jasim needs my help. Even if I
am the smaller one in size, I am just as stalwart as Jasim. I jump from the
rock to the craggy riverbed. The going is slow, difficult. My paws slip into
between the smooth, wet rocks. Across the river, voices rise in song. Clapping
erupts. I pick my way along, wincing when a claw is bent backward. The moon
sisters are fat. They guide me.
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
her husband, her daughter, one dog, two cats, a steer named after a famous
N.H.L. goalie, a pig named after a
famous President, and a flock of assorted domestic fowl.
When
not writing lusty tales, she can be found enjoying her day with her menagerie
in the rolling hills of Pennsylvania, fresh cup of java in hand.
I love
to meet new friends and fans! You can find me at-
More
V.L. Locey Torquere Press books:
Two
Guys Walk Into An Apocalypse (Part of the He Loves Me For My Brainssss
anthology), Two Guys Walk Into An Apocalypse 2:It Came From Birmingham, Love of
the Hunter, Goaltender`s Penalty, All I Want for Christmas, Every Sunday at One
(Part of the 2013 Charity Sip Anthology).
And coming soon
. . .Two Guys Walk Into An Apocalypse 3:He`s A Lumberjack And He`s Undead and Early To Rise - A Toms & Tabbies Tale.
3 comments:
I loved the old black and white horror flicks. The Wolfman, Dracula, Frankenstein, and The Bride of Frankenstein were all my favorite Saturday morning pics. I must have seen them each dozens of time.
Thanks for stopping by and taking me on a walk down memory lane.
I did as well, Kathleen! I clearly recall being scared to bits by the old classics as a child.
Thank you for having me!
You're always welcome to come visit. I used to hide my eyes during the scary parts in the old movies.
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