LATEST NEWS & UPDATE:

Yes, yes, I know you JUST heard from me yesterday, BUT... we did a thing.

The wait for this why choose hockey romance is over!

I know, I know, it's hard to believe it's actually out in the universe considering my co-author Melissa and I pushed it back from 2023, but I think it is definitely been worth the wait.

Blood, sweat, and tears have gone into the pages of this book, and I think all our hard work paid off. It's gorgeous - wait till y'all see the paperback. *Chef's kiss* if I do say so myself (I didn't format it, so I think I can say that, right?)

For those of you who don't know yet, this book is a Poly/why choose/RH professional hockey romance with MM/crossing swords, so I know it won't be for all my readers, but for those of you who are into reading MMFM - this one's for you. And please, for the love of all that's holy do me a favour and pick up the MM bonus scene. Roman and Mateo take a little trip to Club Protocol New Orleans where they encounter all your favorite Club Protocol Minnesota favorites ;)

JUST SAYING!! Grab My Brother's Teammates now!!

UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B0CT4DFW88

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Here's a little teaser:

What the hell?

Is that the fire alarm?

I don't think, I just react, jumping out of bed and running to the kitchen where smoke is billowing out of a skillet.

Judging by the smell and the amount of smoke coming from the stove, it's safe to say the meat inside didn't make it. I'd love to know if she was trying to intentionally poison Jace, or if she's just an awful cook. We might have jumped the gun asking her to help with meals.

Despite the smoke burning my eyes and the acrid air coating the inside of my throat, the morning view isn't terrible.

Charlie stands over the stove in the best leggings I've ever seen, flapping a dish towel through the smoke, trying like hell to get it to dissipate.

She must've heard my footsteps because she doesn't turn around, just says, “I forgot to warn you that my cooking isn't the best. I don't think anyone wants to eat this bacon.”

As soon as I grunt my response, she whips around, her gaze dropping straight to my very erect dick. Her eyes widen and she gasps as her hands—still holding the towel—fly to cover her mouth. “Holy shit.”

The alarm is still going off, but I'm close enough to hear her muffled words.

“You might want to open a window in here, Red, unless you're trying to suffocate us,” I smirk, walking over to the stove to make sure all the burners are off and there isn't an actual fire.

“Your dick.” Charlie runs her hand down her throat and swallows. She seems oblivious to the smoky kitchen and the blaring alarm. “It's right there. It's breaking the rule. There's… There's…” Her still-wide eyes also say what we're both thinking—it's huge and pierced—but she's too much of a lady to comment.

“You were trying to burn the kitchen down.” I turn toward the patio, but Jace beats me to it, sliding the doors open. As soon as he turns around, he groans and shields his eyes. No wonder this asshole took so long to get out here. He took the time to throw on a pair of gray sweats and a faded Phantoms T-shirt. “Come on, man. You can't be running around with your dick in your hand.”

The alarm stops halfway through his sentence, but I swear I can still hear it beeping in my ears. If the entire apartment complex wasn't up before, they are now. Including Harrison.

“It was an emergency. I was in the middle of something.”

Roman runs by me—also in sweats—tossing me a disbelieving look before grabbing another towel and fanning away more smoke. “Yet somehow, the rest of us managed to put on pants.”

“Dammit, Charlotte.” Jace stomps into the kitchen, crowding Charlie against the small white marble island. His arms cage her in, and his face lowers, his nose almost brushing hers.

She immediately freezes, her chest rising with every ragged breath. And Jace? The muscles in his arms and back flex, straining under tension like he's holding himself back.

Methinks Jace doth protest too much.

He may say he isn't interested in anything with Charlie, may be the first one to try to push her out the door, but he isn't as unaffected as he says.

The two of them practically grew up together, but there's nothing brotherly about how he's looking at her—how he's always looked at her—even though he denies it.

I saw it the first time Charlie came over after Harrison and Jace were traded to New Orleans, and I can see it just as clearly now.

Charlie shifts on her feet as her hands clutch the counter behind her. Her mouth opens then snaps shut as she looks away from me and meets Jace's angry gaze.

Roman is frozen on the side of the island, watching as intently as I am.

We're all a single breath away from… self-destruction? Heaven? I'm not sure there's a correct answer, and the only thing running through my brain is sharing is caring.

My dick twitches, and now I really regret that first rule.

She wouldn't be the first girl we've had between us, but there's something about Charlie that tells me being with her would be an entirely different experience. I'm all about trying new things, and damn, do I want to know if she can make Jace fall apart, make him lose some of that precious control.

Fuck.

I'd love nothing more than to watch Jace pound his frustration into her pussy. To see his handprints marring her beautiful skin. To watch him cover her backside with his cum and then finger-fuck it inside her ass while Roman gags her with his cock.

It might be a bit much for her first time, but I'd love to discover her limits, find out how much she's willing to take.

Hell, if she's even willing to be with more than one of us at a time.

“You need to be more careful.” Jace's voice is deep, gravelly, and his shoulders are tense. He's holding himself back, but from doing what, I don't know. “If you need help, you ask.” He lifts a tentative hand and brushes a curl away from her face. “And if you don't know what the fuck you're doing, you sure as shit don't keep quiet, try anyway, and almost burn the building down. Understand?”

Her lips flatten into a straight line. She meets Jace's stare head-on before she finally straightens her shoulders and says, “Yes, sir.”

Jace sucks in a breath, and I might come all over the kitchen floor. Roman runs a hand along his abs and grunts. Her response was sarcastic, but it wouldn't take much to have her purring it at our feet.

Why does she have to be Harrison's sister?

It's mildly inconvenient.

“Don't cross me, Charlotte. You won't like what happens.” With a low growl, Jace pushes himself away from her, barking at me as he passes. “Put some fucking pants on, Mateo.”

Before he leaves, he grabs the kitchen towel and tosses it at my dick. It's a shame he doesn't even stick around to appreciate the way the towel's hanging off the tip like a flag.

That guy has no sense of humor—which is why none of us dare to move a muscle until Jace's door slams.

Charlie slides her thumbnail between her teeth while Roman turns and busies himself cleaning up the stove. I toss the hand towel on the counter, pausing before I go back to my room, taking a moment to watch our new roommate. Her cheeks are a bright pink, and she looks around the kitchen like she doesn't know what to do with herself.

Slowly, she gives herself a little shake, and her baby blues swing back to me.

“Mateo.” My name is a whisper on her lips.

“Don't worry, Red. I'll get myself some pants.” I toss her a wink and head back to my room with a little extra pep in my step.

I don't know how the rest of the guys feel about that stupid rule, but less than twenty-four hours in, and I'm ready to toss it out the window.

Little Red is going to get eaten up by three big, bad hockey players.

And I hate to be the one to tell her, but we play with our food.

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Justin

I thought I’d left my past in Minnesota when I moved to Iowa, but it was right there waiting for me.

Long blonde hair, curves in all the right places, and a death glare that hits harder than a slap shot to the solar plexus. On the ice, I’m a pro at blocking shots, but Savannah Bowen has slipped behind all my defenses and made a home in my heart.

I had no intention of revisiting the past, but when she’s damn near everywhere I go, I’m a goner.

Savannah

Hell freakin’ no.

It doesn’t matter that Justin Ashe is seven feet tall and sexy as sin, or that I’ve had a crush on him for years. He cheated on my best friend in high school, and that makes him off limits.

I can’t be with him, but damn, it’s impossible to stay away from him. Girl Code says uteruses before duderuses.

He’s supposed to be my enemy, but the more I see of him, the blurrier the lines get.

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On paper, all-American boy next door, Lincoln Scott, has it all. But behind his slap shots, straight-A report card, and easy going charm, Linc hides a secret only his best friend knows.

When he attempts to return a misplaced bra, a wrong number gets him way more than the hook-up he bargained for. No one has ever looked beyond the star hockey player, until the mysterious woman he can’t stop texting sees him for who he really is.

Does Linc have the skills off the ice to keep up with her? Will he follow in his father’s footsteps? Or will he step out from the shadows and chase his dreams?

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