Exclusive Excerpt #1 for THE BIG PUCK

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Hello All!

Happy Memorial Day Weekend for all of you in the U.S.! It's wicked hot here in southern NH--at least by my standards at 88*. If you live in Arizona or Florida or somewhere truly hot--good bless you and I hope you have good AC or a pool or water nearby!!

I'm working on my new hockey romance series starter, THE BIG PUCK, a newly appointed single dad who was an NHL player and down and out until he gets this one golden chance to prove himself as a coach for the new expansion team, the Portsmouth Whalers.

The only thing that can spoil his chance is the need to take care of his new charge, his late kid brother's baby girl. In walks a too-good-to-be-true Lainey Hall to help him do the job. Except her brother is the star player of his team.

And she's too young and too sexy for her or his good.💜

Check out the 1st EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT below! ⬇️⬇️⬇️

I chose the TWO WINNERS of the Name That Character Contest for my next novel, THE BIG PUCK, the first in the new Portsmouth Whalers hockey romance series. It was tough to pick the names for the hero and heroine from all the fantastic, fun and creative entries. Thank you ALL so much for entering.

Check out the TWO contest WINNERS below! ⬇️⬇️⬇️

ALSO, another serving of Today's Sizzling Snippet

🔥🔥🔥 'adult audience only' 🔥🔥🔥excerpt from THE GROUPIE

Check out the 🔥snippet below! ⬇️⬇️⬇️

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At SQ's House

Last weekend our two sons were both home for a family wedding ➜➜➜➜

and we celebrated a belated Mother's Day too. What a fabulous family time! The best part was staying up late after the wedding to watch the Celtics 🏀 playoff game together. The fact that the Celtics won was beside the point.

That my two sons stayed up until 6 a.m. (without waking us) playing pool and hanging out was the real sweet moment.

In the meantime, I'm excited to fill in all the XX's and YY's in my manuscript for THE BIG PUCK with the real names for the hero and heroine! (thanks to all of you for your much needed help with contest entries!) 💜

Do you have any weddings coming up? (It's just about June, so I'm thinking that's a ridiculous question.)

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WARNING: EXPLICIT CONTENT!

🔥🔥Today's Sizzling Snippet 🔥🔥

from HE HAS MVP

Aiden

Pulling down my shorts—because no way I’m sleeping in my clothes—I watch her eyes widen in shock. My cock is at half-mast, but even so, it makes an impressive tent in my boxers.

“What are you doing?” She rakes her eyes over me and I don’t miss the extra pause at my hard-on.

“Undressing for bed. How about it, Pink? You going to lose the skirt and blouse or do you sleep buttoned up too?” I give her my best overly confident wise-ass grin.

She narrows her eyes at me, puts aside Curly, who cuddles into the covers. The other pups jump back up onto the bed and I don’t bother shoving them off again. They’d turn it into an all-night game.

“You sleep in boxers?” she asks. Wind rattles the windows and she shivers, but I know it’s not the cold that shakes her.

“Relax. I came prepared to sleep with puppies. Ryan warned me.” I go to my duffel and pull out my flannel sleep pants. I don’t tell her I normally sleep naked. 

Taking a small bag with her, she shuts herself in the bathroom and I settle on the bed under the covers, managing to keep the puppies at the foot of the king-size bed—on her side. Waiting for her to emerge gives me time to regroup, cool off, and it’s a shame. But the night is long—hell, the weekend is long—and I have patience.

I never had patience before with a woman. Never had to. Putting off the reward has never been a thing I’ve had to deal with. Now I savor it like a scintillating challenge unlike any other I’ve been up against. 

When Pink emerges, I’m treated to the sweetest polka-dot baby doll PJs, long shapely legs and lush untethered breasts showing clearly under the silky fabric. My dick swells back up to full manhood while I suck in one long intake of breath.

“This is all I had with me. I didn’t know I . . .” She sweeps her hand over the bed, encompassing the pups and me, her eyes settling on the new and larger tent in my flannels. In the low light of the room I can still see the blush coloring her cheeks, or maybe it’s my imagination, which is currently running wild, I have to admit. I pat the bed next to me.

“Come on in. I won’t bite. I can’t speak for Moe, Larry, and Curly though.”

She rolls her eyes and my dick gets harder, bigger. This will be a long night. I give the pups a dirty look.

“If I end up with blue balls tonight, it’ll be all your fault,” I say to the three innocent furry faces. They appear to be grinning back.

Pink laughs and slides onto the bed next to me.

“Just because we . . . flirted before, doesn’t mean anything is going to happen here tonight,” she says.

“Of course not,” I agree because I like to be agreeable. “Puppies make excellent chaperones,” saying aloud what I was thinking earlier. She pulls the comforter up over us and turns to me. I can barely breathe with her closeness and it’s all I can do not to take my cock into my own hands—so to speak—and relieve myself of the tension. 

But I’m a glutton for punishment because I’m enjoying the tension, even as my jaw muscle tics at the warm expression on her soft, sleepy face.

“You’re a good guy, Aiden.” 

My chest tightens. I don’t get that kind of compliment much, except maybe from my mother or Aunt Tilly. But from Pink, it feels like a whole other category of compliment, the kind that revs my heart, makes me soft on the inside and hard as diamonds where it counts. Fuck.

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NEW RELEASE CELEBRATION WINNER!

THE GROUPIE - a hockey rom-com

Congratulations !

Samantha Dorne

WINNER OF THE $10 AMAZON GC

HERE's THE LINK FOR THE BONUS EPILOGUE!

What happens when a one-night-stand turns into a whole complicated mess including secret identities and a list of rules meant to be broken...

The only thing Rylee and Zak have in common is one hot night and a penchant to avoid complicated relationships.

But keeping their distance forces a charade and secrets pile up.

As the ticking clock counts down to the self-imposed expiration of their fling, they find themselves embroiled in a hot mess so deep that it gets harder and harder to keep pretending there's no relationship to see here.

The facts are:

• She’s intense. He’s easy going.
• She’s biting and edgy. He’s a joker.
• She wants to make a boatload of money. He loves hockey so much he would play for free.
• She loves men. He loves women.

He falls first and harder...

The Groupie, a Boston Brawlers Hockey Spin-off, is the second book in the Some Girls Like It Cold Series. It can be read as a stand-alone. This story about a one-night-stand gone wrong, has plenty of edge with a dash of humor where the hunky guy falls first and gets the reluctant dream girl against massive odds for a deeply satisfying HEA Ending! (duh!)

(Warning: language and sex for a mature audience.)

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SQ Books Featured Reviews

"This story is charming, funny , and steamy! The characters are real and dramatic! If you love romance this is the book for you! If you are a hockey fan- you will adore Thai book!"

Catie L.--Amazon Reviewer

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NAME THAT CHARACTER CONTEST

WINNERS!

THE BIG PUCK

THE HERO'S NAME: Spencer Logan

WINNER: Barbara "Gidget"

THE HEROINE'S NAME: Lainey Hall

WINNER: Tabitha "Cagle"

Congratulations and Thank you to everyone who entered!

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FIRST EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT!

Release Date: JULY, 2023

The BIG Puck - a single dad hockey romance

Portsmouth Whalers: a hockey romance series

Spencer

Pushing a stroller filled with a baby and all the baby’s shit, I push the door open from the garage to the elevator lobby and my hockey bag slips off my shoulder, nearly crushing the kid.

“Fuck.” I catch it before it hits the stroller, grateful I still have quick reflexes even if I’ve lost my speed and flexibility and whatever the hell else I needed to keep playing in the NHL.

Shifting the strap of my bag back up on my shoulder I shake my head because I shouldn’t have bothered taking my equipment into the office. The briefcase hanging from my other shoulder is all I really needed. I’m the fucking coach. Of an NHL team.

You’d think I’d be more grateful for the privilege, but it gets harder and harder to hang onto the good news in my life every day. I press the up button on the elevator and turn when I hear a commotion. Or more accurately, two people bickering as they push through the door.

“If it isn’t coach. How ya doing, Spence?” The big man grins and puts out a fist for a friendly bump as if we’re old friends.

“You’re in early, Jason.” I should be thrilled that our new team’s big star center Jason Hall, pilfered from Florida’s Stanley Cup team is showing up early to practice. And I would be except he brought his girlfriend with him and she looks like she’s fresh out of high school. “I see you brought a guest.”

“Nah—just my sister.”

The waif-like young woman rolls her eyes and elbows her brother. The easy familiarity of the siblings tugs at me and the sharp stab between my shoulders returns with a vengeance. The reminder of days long ago between me and my kid brother is unwelcome when I’m trying to put aside the fact that he put an end to the tragedy of his rollercoaster life. I glance at the stroller and wish to fuck the elevator would get here already.

“I’m Lainey Hall and I know who you are. Coach Spencer Logan, the youngest NHL coach ever. Congratulations on that.” She steps around the stroller and bends down for a look inside, and reaching in without hesitation or permission, she moves the blanket.

“She’s soooo adorable.” She lets out a sigh as she stands and looks at me with an intensely emotional stare of a woman far beyond her years. “More importantly, congratulations on your baby. I didn’t realize you were married.”

“I’m not. She’s not…” Fuck. Do I need to start the explanations already. I had my lines all rehearsed, boiled down to the terrible essence for this occasion, but I’ve only had one cup of coffee and the way my gut feels, I might not keep it, even as my head screams for more as it clouds up.

Lainey stands there staring at me and Jason punches her shoulder.

“Don’t be so nosey, Lainey.”

“I’m not, I’m being polite.” They both look at me expecting me to say something, to introduce the baby girl in my stroller, to tell them who the fuck she is if she’s not mine.

The thing is, she is mine now. By birth, she belonged to my brother Neil and his no-good deserting drug addict girlfriend. By circumstance and recently the courts decree, she’s mine.

The elevator bell sounds and the doors slide open and I push the stroller inside, hefting the two bags into a solid position on my shoulders—not good for my injured one—without saying a word.

“Let me help you with that,” Lainey says. She takes my hockey bag without permission and a big genuine smile that I don’t bother trying to reject. Even I’m not mean enough to do that. Besides, I really do need some help because it’s killing my shoulder.

Jason tries taking the bag away from her. “I’ll take it.” They have a tug-of-war inside the confines of the elevator for the ride up and I’m wishing I had my whistle as I stand between them and the kid—my kid. My baby girl, whether I want or deserve her, Krissy Logan.

“Fine,” Lainey huffs and shoves my hockey bag into her brother’s chest. He’s already carrying a bag—with no problem—on his right shoulder.

The elevator doors slide open and Lainey steps off first—taking my stroller with her, pulling it from the front. Then she leans inside and scoops up my baby, wrapping Krissy in her arms, while I watch slack-jawed and unprepared. What’s a guy—a parent—supposed to say to someone who takes their kid without permission?

I clear my throat. Jason nearly shoves me out of the way as I step off the elevator into the hallway of the new headquarters of the NHL’s brand new expansion team, the Portsmouth Whalers.

He lets out a low whistle. “This place is slick.” He looks around. “Which way to the President’s office?” He grins at me and I smile back. He’s kidding around.

“Not sure, but the locker room is this way.” I take the stroller handle and start pushing it down the hall. Then I stop because Lainey has my  baby, the one who’s supposed to be in the stroller but isn’t. Shit. What’s wrong with me? I’m the organized guy with the discipline of a marine—not that I ever was one. Hockey saved me from taking the turn down that path. Barely, by the hairs of my balls.

Jason laughs. “I’m not headed to practice yet, man. I came in early for a meeting with the owner, Mr. Gavonza.”

That news stops me in my tracks and I’m not sure what to say besides shouldn’t I be in the meeting? The negotiations for his updated contract were widely publicized as finalized and he was supposed to be more than thrilled. I’d be if I were him.

“What’s that all about?”

“Naw. Nothing. We’re having breakfast and chillin. The old man is a big fan and he’s paying me big bucks, so, I humor him and keep him company when he invites me is all.”

I nod as if I get it. Shit. My mind buzzes around the idea that maybe my star player can go over my head to the owner any time he doesn’t like something I say or do all season and my status as coach of this team, already an open question, looks fucked up big time.

“I’ll go to the rink with you,” Lainey says. “I can make sure this bundle of cuteness stays nice and warm.” She nuzzles the kid and gets some kind of baby response that sounds happy.

I nod and we walk on to my office. “I’m headed to the office. I was planning—or hoping to get some help from the executive staff with Krissy. I wasn’t planning to take her to the rink or locker room.” Even I know that would be too cold and inappropriate for  a baby.

Stopping at the door with the plaque labeled COACH, I note the second plaque under it where my name is supposed to be remains blank. Shit.

“That was your plan? To turn her over to office staff who have a job to do that doesn’t involve minding babies?” Her voice rises and she tightens her hold on Krissy.

“Don’t judge me. This isn’t a situation I planned for either. My Aunt Hildie was supposed to come and stay with me, with us, but she’s having hip replacement surgery and won’t be ready for at least a month.” I unload the hockey bag from my shoulder and remove the things from the stroller.

“I’m sorry, you’re right. No judgment here. But don’t worry. You have me. No need to bother the office staff. I’ll be happy to take care of Krissy for you all day. Take as long as you like.”

I turn and look at her. “You’re not serious.” I’m hoping like hell she is. What does that say about me that I’m willing to trust the first woman who happens along to take care of my brother’s baby—correction—as of yesterday my baby. “I mean, do you have any experience taking care of babies?” Waving at the large bag filled with things I’m still not sure what to do with, my natural skepticism has me frowning. It’s like I’m taking cover for the next blow. Things have been going wrong one after another for months and I don’t trust this bit of seeming good luck.

Her smile brightens to a wattage that makes me want to reach for my sunglasses. And I pay attention, for the first time, clearing the distractions from my head and really look at this girl. She’s waif-like slim, tall with long blond hair and big blue eyes that stare at me now. But as I stare back at her face, my eyes blink at the stunning effect of her lush lips, wide and happy, smiling at me like she’s got some kind of magic power to infuse joy, like some kind of voo-doo smile, the opposite of pins in a voo-doo doll. A happy voo-doo smile. 

Out of self-preservation I imagine, my wariness turns instantly into intense dislike.

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The Do-Over Girl - a hockey rom-com

Can a girl go back to high school to find the hockey star who got away and expect a do-over of her big fat romance gone wrong?

Find out in this hilarious non-time-traveling take on 17 Again meets Welcome Back Kotter set at an exclusive prep school and featuring a former cheerleader turned teacher and ex-hockey player turned coach.

This story is for all of us who have regrets about that high school sweetheart we lost when he disappeared into his new life after graduation. We went our separate ways because we were too young and foolish to know back then what a good thing we had...

This story is the antidote to the cynical maxim that says you can never go back. She proves them all wrong when she goes back and erases all her regrets, turning them into star dust, spun gold, flying unicorns and a big fat happy ever after. Laugh, cry and get a zing of sizzling excitement when you read this story! 

The Do-Over Girl is a Boston Brawlers spin-off and part of the Some Girls Like It Cold Series.

(Warning: contains language and sex for a mature audience.)

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Coming later in 2023...

A player goes out for a one-night stand with a woman and connects with her.

But she disappears before the morning.

She stays on his mind but he doesn't expect to ever see her again.

Until he goes home for Christmas to his grandma's in Boston.

And there she is. She's his grandma's caretaker.

With so many unanswered questions, he doesn't trust his attraction to the mystery girl--no matter how much his d*ck disagrees.

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