EXCLUSIVE Excerpt #2 from THE ONE TIMER

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At SQ's House

Technically, I'm in Connecticut at my mother's house for Thanksgiving weekend.

We had such a big crowd at the dinner table this Thanksgiving that my brother had to use the panorama setting on his iPhone to take a photo of everyone.

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You know what I'd love? If you could send me pics of you and your family celebrating. For real. Family pics are the best!

Even if you didn't celebrate Thanksgiving...

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My diet, you ask? Down the toilet again.

Hint: It's not wise to go into a holiday weekend with weight loss aspirations. At lest not if you're me.

I get lost in the excitement of the holiday, all the people, the food, the smells, the sense of occasion, and I forget all about needing to eat healthy.

Starting over on Monday. Oh, wait--that's tomorrow!

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EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT #2 from THE ONE TIMER

Emery

My eyes follow Chase wherever he goes around the ice from the best seats in the Garden. I try not to drool. How the heck am I going to meet up with him?

The horn blows and the two teams skate off the ice and the Zamboni comes out. The organ starts up and the announcer starts talking about their record and the Jumbotron shows highlights of the last game between the Brawlers and the Whalers.

“Let’s talk logistics,” I say to Merry, my best friend since grade school. “How do I meet up with him after the game?”

 “Easy," Merry says. You talk your way into the friends and family area in that tunnel and then you march right up to that hot hockey boy and invite him to buy you a birthday drink after the game. Then make him take you back to his place.”

I laugh. “He doesn’t live in Boston, Merry. He plays for the Whalers up in Portsmouth, New Hampshire.” My heart speeds up and I wonder.

Merry knows I’ve been dying to meet him because his grandma, Mrs. W, always talks about him, tells me the most heartwarming stories about how close they are. But I can’t. He lives in another world that may as well be on Pluto.

“He’s here with his team," I point out. "They’re probably taking a bus back to Portsmouth after the game.”

“So? Make him miss his bus to spend the night with you."

“You’re outrageous.” I feel the excitement bubble up as the crowd continues to fill in around us. “How would I explain sitting in his Grandma’s seats without giving myself away?”

“Tell him you bought the tickets from a scalper.”

“That wouldn’t work. …” My mind churns. I can’t even believe we’re having this conversation as if. “I was supposed to give the tickets to the Fosters, so…” No. What am I even thinking?

“So? You can pretend you’re one of the Fosters. Problem solved.”

I laugh. “Not so much. Chase knows the Fosters. He lived with his grandma for years and the Whittiers and Fosters have been family friends forever.” But I could tell him I got the tickets from them and maybe get away with it. Technically I did get the tickets from the Fosters.

“Whatever. Say you work with one of them and they gave you the tickets. Where does Mr. Foster work?”

“At Bank of Boston, but—”

“Perfect. Tell Chase you’re a bank teller and you got the tickets at work.”

I shake my head because she has no idea. “Merry, Mr. Foster is the bank president. I don’t think he’d give tickets to a teller.”

“Oh. That’s right. We’re talking about a fancy neighborhood so the Fosters are rich people.”

The way she says it makes me defensive because they’re not like that. “They’re a well-off family, but they’re very nice. Same as Mrs. Whittier.”

“If you say so. I still say you ought to go for all the gusto the night has to offer. Think of it as your Cinderella night—except definitely stay until the morning. None of that turning into a pumpkin at midnight shit.”

“Right. I’ll wait and turn into a pumpkin at six a.m. because that’s what time I’d have to leave to get to work. At Mrs. Whittier’s--his grandma.” The best job I ever had hands down.

Not only does she pay me well, but Mrs. Whittier is the sweetest, most appreciative and supportive boss I’ve ever had. And the last thing I want to do is disrespect her.

Maybe I'm old-fashioned, but having a one night stand with her cherished grandson--aka jumping his bones--seems somehow... all wrong...

"I'm going to hell," I say, "because if I have a chance, I'm going for it."

“Now you’re talking,” Merry says. “Go for an all-nighter with prince charming—aka hockey hunk Chase.”

A rush of heat floods me everywhere. “But—”

“No buts. Just promise to call me later tonight and let me know you’re okay—”

The arena lights go out and spotlights come on. A man’s voice blares from every speaker and music pumps in a low beat, building to a crescendo.

I clutch Merry’s arm, adrenaline bursting into my system like I'm about to play the game myself. “The game is starting.” 

“I can tell. Go for your night of nights, Cinderella.” 

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from Playing Santa - a football romance

Sean

We don’t talk about what we’re doing or where we’re going as I drive to Garino’s house to pick up Jimmy. It’s late and shortly after we bundle Jimmy into the back seat, falls asleep. It’s a short ride to my place. I don’t ask her permission to take her here and she doesn’t object. We pull in the garage and lift I Jimmy from the back seat ad carry him into the house to my guest room where he can sleep.

We close the door to the room and find ourselves standing close in the silent dark hallway. “I should have had you bring us straight home,” Ronnie says, a flash of doubt crosses her face, but she doesn’t hold much conviction behind the words.

“Why didn’t we?” I say. Caution tempers my passion. She’d said no sex tonight and in spite of all the signals she’s given me since the Crystal encounter, I need to consider that directive.

We stand right outside the door to my master bedroom. My voice vibrates with the tension of wanting her. My hands touch her like it’s the natural thing, stroking her cheek, reaching around her head to take hold of her lush wavy hair. I take a deep long breath of her scent, letting it run through me like a wild fire, igniting the sparks in me. My cock goes from interested to bolt upright and ready to cut diamonds.

Her mouth twitches. She opens it, but doesn’t speak. Instead she tunrs her chin up and meets my lips with hers, tasting me and moaning with pleasure. Her kiss is sensual and complete, soft and thorough and mind curling.

There’s no more talk, no questions, not a speck of awkward what-do-we-do-now hesitation. I back her into my bedroom and close the door behind us.

She’s first to strip down to naked, but only because I’m mesmerized, possibly turned to stone by the sight of her taking off her clothes.

“What’s the matter Mr. Player? Don’t act like you’ve never seen a woman strip for you before.”

I don’t speak because there’s too much saliva in my mouth and I don’t want to actually fucking drool. I can’t wait to get my mouth onto those rosy nipples and my hands on those heavy round breasts. My dick squirms for release from my pants and my balls tingle with need.

She twirls around and I could swear she’s more sexy than anything I’ve ever seen. Her ass is plump and curvy and her waist small like Barbie dolls were modeled after her. “God dam,” I whisper.

She spins back around and sets a smoldering stare on me. My dick jumps and my hands go to my zipper to get the hell out of my pants.

“Anyone ever tell you you’re the sexiest woman alive?”

She smiles like a saucy cat, showing me the flip side of the overly cautious and skittish woman.

“No, but I’ve seen the looks. I want you to be so excited that you can’t stand it.”

“You’re succeeding in spades, sweetheart.”

She comes to me and unbuttons my shirt as I step from my pants. My dick pops forward introducing itself to her belly, the warmth of her skin hitting me, making me growl.

“My God, Sean,” she says, reaching down to hold my...

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Sabien

What does a billionaire hockey player and a clueless dog walker have in common?

Besides my dog, we both enjoyed spending one hot night burning up the sheets.

And we both need something desperately enough to strike a deal.

Possibly the stupidest deal ever imagined according to my lawyer.

But once it's done, we're in bed together--literally--for the duration of the season.

The one rule is that we agree to part ways cleanly at the end of the contract. My lawyer insists.

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Tricky Puck - a fake fiancee hockey rom-com

I'd never heard of a real life matchmaker before, but grandma insists on introducing me to one and makes sure it's really real when she tells me I'm her matchmaker's new client...

Normally, I'd do anything for grandma, but this is a big ask.

I'm not ready to settle down. Not even close. I'm only twenty-six and a rising star in the NHL - otherwise known as a chick-magnet.

After all the hard work and focus I've put in to get to this point, I've barely begun to have fun. No way am I going along with the matchmaking plan.

Sure.

Fast forward when my attitude changes real fast after grandma informs me her clock is ticking and her time's almost up.

And her dying wish is to see me settled down with a nice young woman.

Shit.

She goes on about babies, but my mind is spinning with the knowledge that I have no choice. I need to go along with this matchmaking deal for grandma.

Unless I can come up with a way to give her the comfort she wants, the illusion that I'm settled down--without actually settling down...

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