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Who will emerge the victor on the battlefield of love?
Tyr Hemmingsen had his life mapped out at a young age. The only son of the late Danish hockey great, Elias Hemmingsen, Tyr has always done his best to follow the plans his father had laid out for him. Finish school, make it into the pros, become team captain, find a biddable young lady to marry, and win a championship so the Hemmingsen name lived on eternally on the side of a massive silver cup. Like the good son he is, Tyr has done as his father wished, no matter how it peeled away layers of his true self. Then, all the neatly placed supports that hold up his so-called life come crashing down during a night on the town. Tyr might be known as the “War God of Wilmington” on the ice, but there’s no battling the effect Gigi Patel LeBay has on him.
Elijah McBride lives for the spotlight. As Gigi, he bewitches and bedazzles the crowds at the Campo Royale Club. His vibrant stage persona is the face he presents to the world. Underneath the rouge, eyeliner, and lipstick is a young man who still feels the sting of his parents’ disapproval and rejection of the son who wears wigs and dates other men. With his drag family and older brother in his corner, he’s finally found peace in his life. Until the fateful night a massive hockey player shows up at the club. There’s a world of hurt in Tyr’s soft brown eyes, and Eli finds himself falling for the big man, despite all the barriers he’s built around his tender heart.
The Viking and the Drag Queen is an opposites attract gay romance with heavy checking, lipstick worship, an out and proud queen, a closeted athlete, family lost and found, twink/jock, a new beginning, and a well-cinched happy ending.
Gigi lowered her glass. “So you’re a history nerd.” I nodded slowly, my face warm from embarrassment. “That’s…actually kind of adorable.”
My ears were now hot. “Thank you.” I stared openly at her, trying to see the man under all the makeup. He had to be stunning. I wondered what his name was. Did I dare ask? “How do I address you?” She smiled softly at me and all reason flew out the window.
“Your majesty will work,” she replied with a wink. I gaped, then the joke finally hit the mark. A smile tugged at my lips. Her eyes dropped to my mouth for a second. “When I’m in drag, you call me Gigi. When I’m not in drag, you call me by my given name.”
“Will you tell me your given name?”
“Will you tell me yours?”
“Tyr Hemmingsen.”
“What a buff name.” I didn’t know how to reply. “My name is Eli.”
“Short for Elijah?” Her head bobbed. “But you are now Gigi.”
“That’s right. You are incredibly cute for a bloodcurdling war machine.”
I smiled a bit. “I’m only bloodcurdling on the ice.”
“Mm, I can see that you’re a bit of a teddy bear with those soft blushes and stammers.”
She had pegged me well. I was so enjoying our talk. I wanted to spend more time with her. The question, “Would you consider having a dinner with me sometime?” rolled out of me before I could even consider the ramifications of such a date.
Her smile flitted away. “Oh honey, that’s so cute. I’m flattered, but I don’t date fans.” With that she rose to her tiny slippers, kissed my cheek, and sailed back to the dressing area. My jaw dropped and my heart sank. The server arrived with a fresh Sprite and a pat on the shoulder.
“Tough break, big guy,” she said then made her way back to the bar.
I had no idea how to proceed from here or even if I should. Wise Tyr would tell me to run, not walk, out of this club and never come back. As the warmth from her kiss lingered on my cheek, I strongly suspected that the wise Tyr, the one who was known for justice, was about to be shoved aside by the side of Tyr that had the blood of giants bubbling in its veins.
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, walking, reading and writing lusty tales, Greek mythology, Torchwood and Dr. Who, 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 pair of geese, far too many chickens, and two 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 one hand and a steamy romance novel in the other.
