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This week I come bearing gifts of a series starter for free, and book two for 99c. That's TWO full length Raccoons books for less than a buck.

Freezing the Puck - FREE

Pulling the Goalie - 99c/99p

As we say here in Norn Iron, you can't be bad to that.

Since so many of you are still pretty new around these parts, let me tell you a little bit about book 1, Justin and Savannah:

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.

Welcome to UCR hockey, where fierce AF heroines and hot as puck heroes find their hockey ever afters. If you pucking love college hockey romance series, you’ll adore UCR Raccoons hockey.

FREEZING THE PUCK is a delicious slow burn, enemies-to-lovers, ovaries before brovaries sports romance. This interconnected full-length stand-alone is the first in a new series with no cheating or cliffhangers and has a guaranteed happily-ever-after.

Book two in this series is also on sale for a cheap-as-chips price of 99c!

Can the girl who hides in the shadows date a guy who chases the spotlight?

Eloise:

Ares de la Peña: VIP hockey goalie, stripper, bisexual playboy.

He lives for the limelight. He’s everything I should avoid, yet I’m drawn to him in ways I don’t understand. As our worlds collide, I discover he’s more than just the flashy heir to a billion dollar fortune. I’ll never fit into his world. But I want to.

Ares:

What is it about this girl? She hides her scars behind her bright hair, quirky clothing, and striking lipstick, but I see her. She’s the calm that quiets my demons, while running from her own. My reputation precedes me, which is usually a good thing, but in this case her preconceived notions about me aren’t working in my favor.

How can I make her see that what we have is far more than skin deep?

Freezing the Puck - FREE

Pulling the Goalie - 99c/99p

And finally, here's the sneaky peek chapter 3 of Raffi and Tori's book, Lighting the Lamp which comes out next week!

Chapter 3

Victoria

I’ve never seen someone so skilled at playing Pac-Man.

Like, ever.

I can’t say I have much experience with video games at all to be honest, but this guy—this “Loki”—he’s kickin’ ass and taking names.

He’s also happy as hell about it. I can’t recall being around someone who radiates joy from every pore like this dude does.

He’s just so fucking happy, about everything. About food, about video games, about being temporarily incarcerated in a fake prison for charity, but most of all about me saying yes to one date with him.

Golden retriever energy. That’s him to a T.

It’s like I’ve just offered to throw a tennis ball for him for a whole hour.

If he started doing zoomies or chasing his tail in circles around the room I wouldn’t be surprised. His energy is boundless, his joy is contagious, and if someone’s smile could channel sunshine, I’d say that’s what happens when Loki smiles. Warmth prickles over my skin like I’ve stepped outside on a summer’s day.

We’ve been here at the Quarter Barrel Arcade for over an hour. It’s still early, but the more time I spend with Loki, the more his glow thaws the icicle dangling in my chest.

Ugh. I need to walk away.

I don’t want another relationship. I don't want to like anyone else, let alone date. Or god forbid, anything more. I don’t have time for another broken heart.

So I just shut it the fuck down instead.

Can’t hurt if you don’t feel.

But every time I’m determined to step toward the exit, Loki says or does something to draw me in even more. He’s adorably endearing. And the urge to scratch behind his ear makes my fingers tingle.

He’s beaten me at Karate Champ and Pole Position. Repeatedly. I thought for sure I had him on that last lap of our last race, or he’d take pity on my loser ass and let me win, just one time, but he only pushed harder and topped my score even worse.

The fact that he doesn’t back down, that he’s so competitive, so driven, so intent on coming first that he won’t relent even for a woman he’s trying to get into bed, appeals to me for some reason.

There’s nothing fake with him. There’s also no malice either. When it looked like I might win, he didn’t sabotage me. In fact, he even cheered like I was in the finals of the Olympics while he pushed himself harder.

I regret agreeing to this date already.

If I’m not careful, I could end up catching feels. And if I let myself listen to the constant drip of the defrosting heart in my chest, it might even be too late. Does this place have a freezer? I need to re-freeze.

Out of our prison gear, he’s in sneakers, sweats, and a shirt that fills out across the shoulders and biceps but hangs a little around the waist. This guy’s in shape.

A shape I like a lot.

A smack on the machine and a declaration of glee draws my attention from his cute bubble butt.

“I did it, Firecracker!” He charges at me. His warm arms curl around my middle for a split second before he lifts me off the floor and spins me around and around until my breath leaves my lungs and I’m dizzy.

Can’t quite tell if it’s the spinning, or the fact I’m in his lickable arms—huh, who knew arms could even be lickable?—but either way, I’m breathless and my brain is whirring.

“Did what?” At least that’s what I was trying to say, but he’s hugging me so hard it sounds like a half-squeak, like one of those noisy dog toys is on its deathbed.

“New high score, baby!” The words are barely out of his mouth before he comes to an abrupt stop. He slides me down the front of his very hard body, and before I can ask him what the fuck he thinks he’s doing touching my curls, his fingers are tangled in my hair and his lips are closing in on me.

As his mouth presses against mine, his hands cup my face. My lips part on a sigh, my body sagging against his. My ex hated public displays of affection.

Well, I guess he just hated them with me, but this…this is public, consuming. It’s so intense that my body vibrates as his tongue pushes into my mouth and finds mine.

He swallows the sigh that falls from my lips as he backs me against the side of the nearest video game console. His kiss is fire, his tongue possessing every part of my mouth like he has kissed me a million times before.

Sparks of something I try—and fail—to ignore tickle across my skin as he nips and tugs on my bottom lip. His kiss is every bit as playful as his personality. Fun, sweet, tender, while also being scorching hot.

A group of guys erupt into cheers behind Loki—I assume because one of them got a high score on a machine—pulling me out of whatever fever dream I was in with this guy whose real name I don’t know and dropping me back to reality. A reality where I’m dry humping a stranger’s rock-hard cock against the side of the Ms. Pac-Man machine in broad daylight.

Mischief sparkles back at me when I finally rescue my lips from his. They’re swollen, pulsing and tingling, but he’s so close, so in my space that I can’t reach up to touch them. He pinches my chin between his thumb and forefinger and kisses me again, hard, claiming, no tongue, keeping his eyes open and locked with mine.

It’s a kiss filled with possibilities.

A kiss I’m not ready to have right now, maybe never, but also a kiss I can’t walk away from. From the minute he walked into my jail cell, I’ve been cuffed to this man.

Experience has taught me it’s going to end in tears. But years of Disney movies keep tiny embers of hope alive somewhere deep inside me.

His lopsided grin does me in. I can’t even lie to myself that I don’t have a crush on this guy. I do. A stomach-fluttering crush I want to explore after only a few hours of being in his company.

My stomach growls, but all the ambient noise makes it too loud for him to hear—thank fuck.

He leans forward, his mouth brushing against the shell of my ear.

“I could eat.” His voice is laced with a double meaning that makes me clench my thighs together to fight the inferno he’s already sparked between my legs.

“Do you like Brussels sprouts?”

I jerk my head back in surprise and slam into something hard. “Ouch.”

Before I can answer his vegetable question, he’s checking my head. “You okay? How many fingers?”

A laugh bubbles out of me. “I’m fine, you weirdo, it was just a bump. And I can’t say they’re my first choice of vegetable, but I don’t hate them.”

He taps me on the nose. “Prepare to be wowed. The Quarter Barrel does maple bacon Brussels sprouts that are blow-your-mind incredible. Fuel then fuck?”

It’s more of a statement than a question.

I shrug, sliding my hands up the front of his shirt and linking them behind his neck. “I think you mean fuel then fart.”

A blurt of laughter explodes from him, surprising me. He’s smiled and chuckled, but this is a full-on laugh that has him stepping back and doubling over in a matter of seconds.

“This is true. But don’t worry—if you fart while we’re having sex, I’ll just pretend I didn’t hear it.” He winks at me.

“You’re a fucking liar.” I wag my finger at him. “I’ve known you for a half a damn minute. If I decide I want to go anywhere near your bed, and happen to fart, you’ll never let me live it down.”

“I’ll replay it in my mind every day for the rest of my life.” He’s still laughing. “Come on, let me buy you sprouts.”

When I don’t move to follow him, he stops in his tracks and turns back to me. Planting both hands on his hips, he purses his lips. “I can see you’re not convinced by my offer of fart-inducing veggies.” He folds his arms and taps his bottom lip with one finger. “Pretzel bites with beer cheese dipping sauce? Parmesan truffle fries? Frickle spears?”

Pointing at him again, I shake my head. “You made that one up.”

He shrugs and backs a couple feet away from me. “Guess you’ll have to come find out.”

As we walk to grab a table, his words echo around my mind. Every day for the rest of my life. He can't really mean forever. Can he?

Was my ex the exception to the rule? It never felt like this with him, not even when we started dating. Carefree, easy, fun. Those things should all feel like good things, but instead, they just feel like red flags.

Loki stops at our table and pulls out a chair. “What’s it gonna be, Firecracker? Are we eating or not?”

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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.

Welcome to UCR hockey, where fierce AF heroines and hot as puck heroes find their hockey ever afters. If you pucking love college hockey romance series, you’ll adore UCR Raccoons hockey.

FREEZING THE PUCK is a delicious slow burn, enemies-to-lovers, ovaries before brovaries sports romance. This interconnected full-length stand-alone is the first in a new series with no cheating or cliffhangers and has a guaranteed happily-ever-after.

Bookish. Bold. Beautiful. And entirely out of his league.

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?

If you’re pucking obsessed with Helena Hunting, Pippa Grant, and Elle Kennedy, you’ll love this hilarious, hot-as-puck, secret identity, opposites attract, curvy girl sports romance. Two for Interference is a full length standalone with no cheating, cliffhangers, and a guaranteed happily ever after.

Welcome to the Minnesota Snow Pirates, where skilled and sexy mother puckers’ lives get turned upside down by strong and badass heroines. Curl up with your next book boyfriend today.