Excerpt #1 from TWO PUCKS!

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Hello !

Once again, you showed up for me with so many fabulous names for the heroine in Two Pucks! I have so much heartfelt appreciation for you.💜

There's a dog in this story and she's a rescue mutt called Lady. I'm not sure I can picture her though. I'll have to look at some cute mutt photos to figure it out.

Any suggestions on what kind of mutt Lady should be?

In the meantime, the least I can do is share an EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT from Two Pucks with you today. So I am! (With the usual trepidation of sharing an unfinished piece of work--but I'll get over it.)

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This week's Sizzling Snippet

🔥🔥🔥 *adult audience only* 🔥🔥🔥is an excerpt from Some Girls Like It Cold.

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At SQ's House

Our son Tom is home again from D.C. for a short visit. He's very comfortable at home➜➜➜➜

He's going up to the Mt. Washington Hotel for a quantum physics conference, or so he says.

But I'm sure there will be snowboarding involved.

For me and H, this weekend is all about the football playoffs. My newly adopted team, the San Fransisco 49ers, barely hung on to win last night. Go 9ers!

(I apologize to all the non-football fans for my obnoxious rambling about this violent sport, but I can't help myself).

Tonight it will be my other recently adopted team, the Buffalo Bills will be playing. My fingers are crossed!

But if they both win and play each other in the Super Bowl, I don't know what I'll do! 🏈❤️

Meanwhile, We got one of those Roomba robot vacuum for Christmas and it's kind of cute--like a pet. It comes with a home that looks like a dog house and the instructions tell you to name it. Geesh! As you know, naming things is my weakness, but luckily Tom was there so he came up with the name Hal--from 2001 A Space Odyssey, a nod to the futuristic little pet/robot/vacuum cleaner.

And yes, it works at cleaning the floors pretty well, too!❤️

My diet/exercise, you ask?

Alas, I didn't go to the gym, or yoga for that matter, this week. But I did shovel lots of snow! And that most definitely counts as exercise.

Also, I lost a couple of pounds this week.

Next week... I swear I'm going back to the Gym!

How about you--did you have an eventful week?

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"This was a fun story to read, especially a Cinderella tale, with a “fairy grandmother” twist to it. I really enjoyed reading this feel good story with lots of twists and turns that keeps you wondering where it is going next. I highly recommend The One Timer"

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🔥🔥Today's Sizzling Snippet 🔥🔥

Some Girls Like It Cold - a hockey rom-com set

from The Puck Bunny

Sara

I moan and take his face in my hands, pressing my mouth to his, letting my greed for his lips and tongue have its way. 

He groans—no, make that, growls—and that sends a zap like an electric current to my pussy as I press into his solid-as-petrified-wood cock.

“Sweetheart, you’re killing me. Let’s—”

I release him. “I’m sorry, I lost my head. I mean—”

He covers my mouth with his hand and it shouldn’t be such a sensual experience, but I taste his salty flesh as I lick his finger and breathe in the manly spicy sent of him. When I realize his hand is shaking, I want to faint with the heady power, knowing I make him shake with need.

Wrapping an arm around me, he leads me down a hallway to the double-door of his bedroom. There certainly is a bed. It’s gigantic. 

I stop and stare at it, the bed clothes messy, a thick charcoal comforter trailing onto the floor, and I don’t know how many pillows heaped in the middle.

“It’s so big.”

He laughs and tugs me onto it, pulling me on top of him as he lands on his back.

“You haven’t even seen it yet.”

I laugh. “No, but I’ve felt it.” The heat of a giddy blush rises to my cheeks at my bold flirting. 

He squeezes my bottom to emphasize my point and my breath catches. My face is close to his so that when I see the look in his gorgeous eyes, my heart races as if it’s running for its life.

“Do I need to bring you home? Will your parents be worried?” 

He shakes his head while I bite my lip, wondering if I can get away with lying that I’m living at Billie Mae’s. 

“Those are words I never thought I’d be saying again. I haven’t had to ask about worried parents in way too many years to think about.”

“I know. It’s ridiculous. Of course I don’t need to go home. No need to worry about my parents.” I lie my ass off because Mom will be livid. But it’s worth whatever grief I get because I’m an adult and I need to act like one.

“Won’t they worry about you?”

“No. I spend the night at Billie Mae’s all the time.” It’s a partial truth. When I do that, I usually bring a bag and let them know I’m staying out. Crap. “But I’ll send Mom a text to make sure.”

“Good girl,” he says like he’s an old man and I bite my lip again. Maybe he is too old for me. But the flood of sensations protest the idea that he’s too old. And if he is too old then too bad because I want what he has, everything, all of it, even the more mature parts.

What about him, though? Maybe he’ll regret being with a girl too young for him?

What the heck am I thinking? He’s only eleven years older than me. That’s nothing. Dad is older than Mom, isn’t he? And they’re perfectly happy. Sort of.

I get up and get to go find my bag for my phone and he latches onto my dress.

“Hey, where are you going?”

“My phone—”

“Use my phone.” He reaches into his pocket which is a feat because his pants have become impossibly tight, and pulls out his phone.

“How’d you fit that in there with your giant…”

“Cock?”

I nod.

“We have to work on your dirty talk, sweetheart.” He grins like it won’t be a hardship and hands me the phone. “I assume you know your mother’s number, right?”

I nod, suddenly becoming mute as my eyes dance between his dimple and the straining fabric of his pants. That’s what’s waiting for me. All I need to do is send this text.

I quickly tap a note to Mom that I’m staying with Billie Mae and I’ll be home in the morning. When I hand the phone back to him, he tosses it onto the floor into a pile of clothes.

“You’re a slob, aren’t you?”

The instant furrow between his brows in puzzlement is almost as adorably sexy as his dimple.

“I’m sorry, I mean, you’re not a tidy person—”

“I know what you meant.” 

His voice is mock menacing and he pulls me down on the bed, then covers me with his body, but the last thing I feel is menaced. In fact, I want to get out the pom-poms and cheer him on on his way to ravishing me. I giggle and that heady combination of desire and power, that mutual need for that same thing from each other, the anticipation of reaching that goal together, sends a shiver through me until I feel like all my nerve endings have been disconnected temporarily and then reconnected. 

Everything is brighter. Clearer. More. He touches my shoulder with his hand and I swear I see a spark—I know I feel one. 

He slides the strap of my dress off my shoulders.

“You have the creamiest skin.” He drags his fingers down my collar bone to my cleavage as my chest heaves with anticipation.

I’m not disappointed as his thumb slips under the top of my dress and pushes under the straining confines of my bra to find my nipple.

“Oh God.” The words shoot from my mouth in a breathy moan as he circles and flicks my nipple.

His mouth follows, his rough tongue laving a hot trail between them. 

I squirm and run my fingers through his hair, pulling him closer, needing him to be there, to feel his scalding tongue on my nipple.

Tugging my dress down to my ribs past my boobs, his strong hands reach back, leaving my breasts momentarily forlorn and I hold my breath. When I feel the release of my bra, I gulp, expectation winding my nerves into a tight ball waiting to explode. God, he hasn’t even touched my pussy yet.

“You are so fucking beautiful, so sinfully tempting.” 

His whisper scrapes my skin, provoking every hair follicle and nerve ending as his mouth glides toward my nipple. Then he sucks it into his mouth as he presses my breasts together, flicking it with his tongue, then moving to the other.

I call out his name and convulse, my hips rising, my back arching up instinctively. “Quinn, I want you. So much.” I pant the words. 

His teeth tighten against one nipple and I cry out, but not with pain, the ecstatic pulsing at my center begging for more as my lust-honey flows from my throbbing center. Lust-honey? Oh my God, I’m going to Hell.

Breathing hard and fast, he lifts his mouth and looks me in the eye, his stare intense and his intent is as clear as a wolf at night in a forest. All of a sudden, I feel like Red Riding Hood. And it feels damn good.

“I need to get this dress off you.”

“Rip it off.” My mouth spews the words on orders direct from my pussy.

Thank God he obeys. With one hand, he tears the dress off me, tossing it aside with a self-satisfied look of determined power on his face—and lust. Lots and lots of glorious lust lights his eyes. 

“Your panties are next,” he warns.

I answer with a smile, trying to disguise my eagerness and he moves over me like a marauding Viking. 

As he kneels over me my pussy melts even further as his intoxicating dimple overpowers me.

“Do you know how devastatingly sexy you are?” 

He whispers the words and if I wasn’t so drunk on his touch and the look in his eyes, I’d scoff at his words.

“Don’t stop,” is my greedy response.

He gives me a slow smile as he lowers himself between my legs. “One track mind. You’re a greedy girl.”

I start to protest, to take my thoughtless, selfish words back, but he stops me with a finger to my lips.

“Own it, Sara. You want what you want and pretending otherwise won’t change anything.”

A breath whooshes out of me and my hips reflexively pop up to meet his face as...

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RELEASE DATE February 29th

EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT #1 - from TWO PUCKS

a fake relationship billionaire accidental pregnancy hockey rom-com

Cherry

“Are you still going to walk dogs?” he asks.

“I love my dogs. I could never drop my clients without notice. Besides, I don’t want to be totally dependent on you.” Turning on my back, I nestle into my pillow and stare at my phone as if I can see him.

“Why not? I’m dependable—I’m good for the money. What are you worried about?”

“It just doesn’t feel right.”

“I don’t get it.”

“You’ll have to take my word for it.” I’m not about to attempt to explain to him that playing house makes me feel dependent even if it’s supposed to be a job and not a real relationship. Plus—what the hell is our real relationship anyway? I’m having a hard time handling this sometimes-employee, sometimes-lover thing we have going on. It’s making me so disoriented and confused and has me questioning who I am and what the hell I'm doing with my life.

“You sleepy?” he asks.

“No. Why do you ask?”

“You want to stay up a while and keep me company?”

“Sure, why not? Do I get overtime?”

He laughs.

“What makes you think I’m kidding?”

He laughs more.

“Sheesh. You’re lucky I’m an easy going employee.”

“Consider yourself off the clock now.”

It’s crazy that those words, and especially the way he says them with that low sexy hum in his voice, should have the power to light up a whole colony of nerve endings down in my lady parts. I clamp down on all the excitement because I need to resist him, like we’re in an epic battle for control of my soul. It doesn’t matter if I’m off the clock.

“Whatever will we have to talk about if it’s not official business?”

“You’re sassy pants all the way, aren’t you?”

“Is that a rhetorical question or do you want to check my pants?” Shit. Did I just say that? I slap a hand over my mouth, appalled at myself for the brazen flirting as I clutch the phone with my other hand like I’m trying to make it come. 

What the heck am I doing? Conceding the battle? The last thing I need to do is flirt. He’s tempting me into living way too dangerously. Flirting is worse than pouring gasoline on a fire because I’m suddenly hotter than lava spouting from a volcano. Shit. Do not think of spouting.

I hear his heavy breathing. Jesus, I’ve encouraged a certifiable lady killer with my brazenness. Cool off girl.

“Is that a rhetorical question?” His gravelly voice scrapes my needy nerve endings, testing my will power and determination to resist him. “Because you know the answer when it comes to you and your sassy pants. I always prefer them off.”

I suck in a breath. But my shock is the tingly kind that obliterates my measly willpower and frail determination to resist him. It’s the kind that makes me run a hand under my covers straight to my panties…

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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 this far, I've barely begun to have fun. No way am I going along with the matchmaking plan.

Sure.

Fast forward to 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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