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Tricky Puck

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Wishing all the mothers, past and present and future, have a wonderful day indulging in whatever makes you happy today.💞

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At SQ's House

I got together with a group of UConn friends this week to work on a special project. A special writing project that I'll be telling you more about starting next month.➜➜➜➜➜➜

Since it involves UConn, you now it's a project near and dear to my heart. ❤️

But, shhh! It's a secret for now.

I'll spill the beans after I release Tricky Puck.

In the meantime, the rest of my week was typical. Exciting excursions like food shopping at Market Basket and an extra special outing to Best Buy to get a new dryer.

The old one had an unfortunate metal protrusion that started snagging our clothes at random, marking them in black, twisting them up and when it got really mad, tearing a bite-sized hole in them. All the while making this terrible high-pitched whine that you could hear throughout the house.

You would think we would pull the plug on the old dryer immediately, but my optimistic husband insisted he could fix it.

Never mind. The new dryer is being delivered Monday.

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Some of may favorite reviews from the past!

Amazon Top 50 Sports Romance

Big Man on Campus

"All hail to the Queen with this angsty AF enemies-to-lovers, edge of your seat, brilliantly written masterpiece! This was my first football romance novel by Stephanie and she definitely did not let me down. My emotions were all over the place with the betrayals mixed with hidden desires... so many secrets left hidden and untold, that will leave your head (and heart) spinning out of control."

"And then the secrets start flying out. I was not expecting half of those secrets to come out. And my heart broke for poor Jack. Her dad is against them being together and you think it's because of the poor rich thing but it's not. It gets juicy. Like grab a bucket of popcorn and watch all the crazy develop. I really enjoyed this book. I highly recommend reading it."

--Cynthia Montes

"I loved everything about this book and in the end I wanted more. This author made me fall in love with these main characters and the side characters as well. These felt like really people. I need more from this world..."

--Lauren Mayet

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Coming May 25th!

TRICKY PUCK

EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT!

Delaney

Licking my lips as I stare into his eyes like he’s a snake charmer—or a charmer of women committed to bachelorette-hood—same thing—I gather up all the self-preserving snake poison I have in me to repel him.

“Suppose I am a poet. What of it?”

“Touché” He leans in, his hands moving across the table past his empty glass toward my hands, but not touching. I fight the impulse to pull my hands back—or to grab his and pull myself over the table. 

He adds, “It means we have nothing in common.” 

He pretends to not care while I alternately cheer in agreement and despair at the lost chance to mate with my one true lust partner. Either way, I recognize out-of-control hormones taking control when I feel them, and attempt to impose my drowning power of reason, throwing it a lifeline made of the scraps of memories from recent experiences.

“If you believe that, I sense you’re the kind of guy who’d have up and left by now—on some pretense that would have saved you from seeming like a total asshole of course.”

“So you think I’m a total asshole?” He pauses for a blink, presumably for me to clear up his misunderstanding, which I don’t. “Then why are you still here?”

Touché. Fuck. I open my mouth out of respect for the rules of the game of sparring that we’re engaged in, hoping with the damaged vestiges of my optimistic origins that something brilliant will pop to mind—no, make that pop past my compromised mind and straight to my mouth—in response.

Blinking in hopes that his triumphant smirk with its dangerously deep dimple, is about to disappear on the heels of my yet-to-materialize brilliant repartee. My pulse ratchets up. I can only hope some of that racing blood is going to my empty head.

Instead of speaking, I jump to a stand, my flight response finally kicking in for real, self-preservation winning out over my sexual arousal.

His eyes widen slightly and very temporarily, and for one single quick beat of my heart, I see his surprise, his disappointment and his admiration, before his unprecedented confidence banishes it all with skepticism.

“Going somewhere?”

“At your invitation, I’m taking my leave.”

He drags in a deep breath and lets out a sigh as I clumsily attempt to extricate myself from the tight padded booth. He must have pushed the table in my direction with his big over-muscled body and I stare at him accusingly. He doesn’t do the gentlemanly thing and pull the table back so I can leave gracefully. Of course not.

“Don’t do that.” His words are unnervingly quiet and my brain is still unfamiliarly short-circuited by a riot of hormonal interference, my emotions all astray, scattered so I can’t gather them or figure out what I’m feeling—at least not past the control of my lizard brain and the war between pure baby-making lust and emotional self-preservation.

“Why not?” An automatic knee jerk response spills from me like I’m reading from a script buried deep in my psyche labeled social etiquette training. Because why do I care why not? I shouldn’t care. 

And yet, I wait for him to answer while I hover awkwardly, half standing, caught between the end of the booth and the heavy wooden table that I know he could easily move even while it’s impossible for me to budge.

“We’re both here for the same reason—we love our grandmothers. Neither of us wants to disappoint them.”

Ooof. All the air and the energy and the adrenaline fueling my fight-flight lizard brain craziness escapes me in a rush, leaving the dazed, resigned, raw bones of me behind, stripped of the sexual pull and all the baggage, and the protective ice chip that used to reside solidly on my shoulder nowhere in sight, completely melted away. 

All I’m left with is a clear head and open mind. Heaven help me.

“You’re right.” I collapse back down into the cushy booth and give him another once over, allowing my unbridled appreciation for his hidden facets—the ones not all about his overpowering physical magnificence and sensual draw. “You love your grandma. How bad could you be?”

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SQ's Featured Author

The Mermaid and the Triton - Alana Albertson

Aria—I teach mermaid fitness at a ritzy hotel next to the Naval Amphibious Base. I know better than to let one of those famous frogmen chase my tail. But in a moment of weakness, I submit to Erik, a tattooed badass Navy SEAL. After one night of incredible passion, I can’t stop thinking about his cocky ways and his dirty mouth.

But I am about to train to be the first female Navy SEAL. 

When I show up on the first day of training, I’m horrified to realize that Erik is my BUD/S instructor. He’s the only person who stands in the way of me achieving my dream. 

I’m not a quitter. He can taunt me, tease me, and run me ragged, but I’ll never ring that bell. 

Erik—Aria is the most incredible woman I’ve ever met. She won the gold medal for synchronized swimming, and she looks like a little mermaid the way she moves underwater. Once I find out that the sexy redhead is teaching aquatic classes next to my base, I vow to do anything to make her mine.

After a mind-blowing month together, she tells me she needs to go away to train. I assume it’s for another synchro competition.

I’m dead wrong. 

She shows up in BUD/S as a member of the first class to let in women. And I’m her instructor. 

There’s no way in hell I will lower the standards of my Team to please the brass and make a political statement. 

It doesn’t matter how much I want her because she’s forbidden to me now. She will obey my every command.

She can try to pass hell week, but she will fail. 

I’m a Navy SEAL, a Triton, a god of the sea. 

And she will never be part of my world.

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