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Hi guys, we have V.L. Locey popping by today with the tour for her new release Nine Small Sips: A Tales of Bryant Wedding, we have a great excerpt and a brilliant giveaway, so check out the post and enter the giveaway! ❤ ~Pixie~ p.s. keep an eye out for Prime’s review coming soon!

Nine Small Sips

(A Tales of Bryant Wedding)

V.L. Locey

Life for Isamu Taylor is now a Cinderella story that includes a Manhattan loft, a new position in the hottest LGBT film production company in New York City, and an upcoming wedding in Bryant Park to his very own handsome prince.

He’s come a long way from that struggling film student with ratty sneakers and shaggy hair. Isamu is now living an urbanite’s fairy tale with that happily ever after just around a bustling city street corner.

But as all wedding planners know, even the best laid plans seem to go awry, and Isamu and Brian’s wedding is no exception. But love – both old and new – is in the air, so nothing can go too badly, right?

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Excerpt!

June 10

“Mom, I just hung up with Baba. Can you please call her back and try to explain that we’re both men? I think she forgets because she keeps telling me about her wedding to Jiji and how they did things and how she’s bringing her Saki set and needs to have cherry blossoms and—”

“Isamu, breathe,” my mother said, her chin, which according to Brian I had inherited, looking a bit disgruntled. I grabbed my laptop, hiked up my briefs with one hand, and stormed out onto the patio, the rush of warm city air a little jarring after the cool of the air-conditioned loft. We had the best Wi-Fi available here, so the Skype call and picture never wavered as I moved location to let Brian sleep in. We had a busy day ahead, and he was grumpy if he didn’t get enough sleep. “Trust me when I say that your grandmother is well aware that you’re marrying a man.”

I placed the laptop on the glass table, spun to slide the door shut, and then flopped down into the bright yellow chair that matched the huge umbrella jutting out of the middle of the table. The sounds and grit of the city rarely made it up to this patio. It was like another world here at times. A fairy tale existence that played with my values more than a little. All the luxury that Brian took for granted—or his due because he’d worked his ass off for every dime—sat on my shoulders like a moralistic raven. It pecked at me from time to time to remind me that my roots and my current life were worlds apart. Kind of like my grandmother in Japan and me here in Manhattan.

“She hates my gayness,” I sighed, placing my elbows to the glass tabletop and then resting my chin on my cupped hands.

“No honey, she does not hate you. She adores you; she just doesn’t understand homosexuality.” Mom was back home in Jersey, sipping on her tea, looking as frayed as I did. This wedding was going to kill me. There were so many details. Little things that I’d not thought of when I’d insisted we get married in Bryant Park that cold wintery day Brian had proposed. “She thinks you chose to be gay and that it’s a way to avoid having children.”

“Brian and I can have kids if we want to. We just don’t.” I pouted then scowled then sighed and then made a face that gave my mother the giggles. “Seriously, I know she’s struggling and all, and that’s kind of still a ‘thing’ in Japan for the LGBT movement, like don’t ask and don’t tell, but come on. They have pride parades in Tokyo for shit sake. Sorry, I didn’t mean to say shit I’m just…GAH!”

“Yes, but they still haven’t legalized same sex marriages, Isamu,” Mom reminded me, not that I needed to be reminded. My grandmother mentioned it at least one time per phone call. Still, I guess the fact that she was flying over to attend my wedding to Brian was something and something big at that. Still… “Just give her time. You could give into her a bit and work something from our culture into your wedding.”

“Mom…”

“Let her bring her Saki set. It’s a small thing, and you could blend it into the ceremony with ease. That will make her feel welcomed and perhaps not like such an outsider.”

The door behind me slid open, and Brian stepped up behind me, hopefully not as nude as he’d been when we’d fallen into his big bed last night. He slid his hands down over my bare chest as he bent down to press a kiss to my cheek.

“Mama ohayō,” he said to my mother as he lay draped over my shoulders. Mom gave him a soft smile. She’d grown fonder of Brian over the months since we’d gotten engaged, but she still held some reservations, ones that she kept to herself, but ones that I suspected I knew all too well. The fact that he spoke Japanese was a plus, as it would be for my grandmother when she finally met him, but she still thought he was too old for me. She didn’t say so, but I could see it in her chin. It kind of wrinkled from time to time when she’d look at Brian.

Tales of Bryant

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About V.L.!

USA Today Bestselling Author V.L. Locey – Penning LGBT hockey romance that skates into sinful pleasures.

V.L. Locey loves worn jeans, yoga, belly laughs, Dr. Who, Torchwood, 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, two Jersey steers 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 with a cup of fresh java in hand.