First excerpt from The Big Puck
Jun 11, 2023 4:50 pm
Exclusive Excerpt #1 from
The Big Puck
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This week's serving of Today's Sizzling Snippet
🔥🔥🔥 'adult audience only' 🔥🔥🔥excerpt from HOT SHOT RUNNING BACK
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WARNING: EXPLICIT CONTENT!
🔥🔥Today's Sizzling Snippet 🔥🔥
from Hot Shot Running Back
“I want more, Izzy. That’s all I know. I don’t want to go off and think I’ll never see you again.” Her face softens.
“I know how you feel George. I’ll miss you too, the laughs, our friendship—”
“No. It’s not a friendship.” I wrap my arms around her so she’s flattened against me. She tenses, but doesn’t pull away. I’m so out of my depth that I’m a clumsy fucker all of a sudden.
“Of course we’re friends, George.” Her words are breathy. “How could we have spent all those nights together without—”
“Exactly. It was hell. Each and every one of those nights we spent together not touching was a living hell because I always wanted you so damn much. But you were off-limits.”
“That’s ridiculous. How could I be off-limits? That makes no sense.” She holds her palms against my chest and I know she can feel the rapid-fire beating of my heart.
“Because you were still stuck on Jack and I didn’t want him to ruin things between us.”
“Well I’m not stuck on Jack now so what’s stopping you?”
“You. You’ve been stopping me. You expect … I don’t know.”
“I expect to be more than a notch on your bedpost, that’s what I expect, George.” She pulls away from me and I automatically haul her back in, holding her body tight against mine so she can feel how serious I am about being more than friends, about my pain of wanting her.
“You’re not a notch on my bedpost. You were never going to be a notch.” I’m breathing heavy, just feeling the press of her body against mine, the plumpness of her breasts flattened against my chest, her hips and the vee of her thighs against my balls, and even through my clothes I feel her warm belly giving against the hot stiffness of my cock. Our bare legs tangle together, unbalancing me. Her face is a whisper away from mine and I see the look in her eyes. I swear she wants me to kiss her.
I lower my mouth to whisper in her ear, my heart thundering in my chest, and in spite of the urging of my cock, fear stops me from plundering her mouth, from making that leap and taking her. Because I don’t want just a kiss or just a hot night in bed. I want another kiss and another night, and another. I want her to want me and to take me seriously. And I don’t know how to make that happen. I only know I can’t make a mistake and turn her off.
“I want you so goddamn much, but not like that, not like the others. No notch on my bed post. You’re not a one-and-done girl to me, Izzy. You have to believe that.”
“Why? I’ve seen those notches. We counted them together, remember?”
“Fuck. Then you know I stopped bringing girls to my room, stopped carving notches ever since—”
“Since homecoming last fall,” she says. “Are you trying to tell me you haven’t been with a girl since October? Eight months ago?”
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THE GROUPIE - a hockey rom-com
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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!)
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EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT #1
THE BIG PUCK
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Spencer
"I’ll be happy to take care of Krissy for you all day. Take as long as you like,” Lainey says.
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 two weeks ago, 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 wavy long blond hair that reminds me of the beach and big Caribbian 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, my wariness turns instantly into intense dislike.
I clear my throat and she bobs her head. “This is your lucky day, Spence. I’m loaded with baby experience. Early childhood development was my college major and I’ve been taking care of babies since I was eight years old when my younger brother was born. Some people have said I’m gifted, a legit baby whisperer.” She nuzzles Krissy, making the baby smile one of those lopsided no holds-barred baby smiles with her mouth open and drooling. Point proven.
Without smiling, as if I need to counteract all the false sunshine being tossed around over the top of the rotten state of my affairs, I nod. “Okay. You can help me out with Krissy today. I called an agency yesterday and they said I should hear from them today.”
She frowns at me and I feel relief like the shutters are being closed against the glaring sun. This feels more like it, more real.
“An agency? I’ll tell you what Spence,” she says walking around the office holding Krissy and taking her hand and moving it around, jiggling her like they’re doing some kind of dance.
The sway of her hips catches my eyes and holds my attention a beat too long. I look away. “What?” I prompt her as she laughs and kisses Krissy’s nose.
“How about if today is a try-out?” She turns to me, the brilliant glare of her optimism and too-good-to-be-true nature, exuding an overpowering warmth and enthusiasm akin to a mac truck adorned with a giant smiley face barreling at me. “I try you and Krissy out—though she’s already passing with flying colors—and you try me out.” Her firm words imply the deal has been struck.
“You try me out?” I’m not sure what that means except that if there’s a question of my fitness as a father or a boss to a cheery young woman, my chances of failing are extremely high. I’m not known for a warm and fuzzy personality. But I am a reasonable man and she has a point if she’s telling the truth about her qualifications—and I know she is without a doubt.
One of the side effects of my reticent personality is that I’m a good listener and I can usually tell when people are lying. Maybe I’m being modest—I can tell 99.99% of the time when someone’s shitting me. That’s one of the things in the plus column for the likelihood of my success as a coach.
“Of course.” She aims a quick grin at me, enough for me to feel the sting, and then puts Krissy in the stroller while she picks up her bag and starts rummaging through it like she owns it.
“What are you—”
“Krissy needs a change. Don’t you little girl?” She reaches in and touches the baby’s cheek.
“Oh. Sorry. I didn’t—”
“No problem. That’s how babies are sometimes. Unpredictable. It’s part of what makes them so much fun.”
I gulp. Literally. Unpredictability is my kryptonite and I’ve had a heavy dose of it over the past few months so I don’t know how much more I can take. I stand there and watch her for a minute, as she changes Krissy with deft hands and enthusiastic baby noises.
Over her shoulder she says. “Don’t let me and Krissy stop you from doing your coach thing.”
Raising a hand to smooth the back of my hair—I need a haircut but it’s one of the many everyday things I routinely take care of that got shoved aside in the wake of the unpredictable eventfulness of recent months.
“Okay. I’ll…” I don’t need to answer to her, but I watch her until she’s finished with her task and the happy pair return to their dance. “You might be a distraction.” No sense beating around the bush because I have no idea how I can sit in this office and get on with my work with Lainey hall parading around in front of me. It’s not that she’s, ahh, fairly good looking if you like the woman-child look, it’s the relentless upbeat joy-joy energy she exudes. She’s exhausting. I’m exhausted holding up my forcefield of reality against her crazy Pollyanna vibe.
She stops her dance and glances at me, then laughs. Laughs. WTF.
“You’re right to the point, aren’t you? I like that in a man. We’ll get out of your way then, right Krissy? We’ll find somewhere else to play. Or maybe…” She turns to me again and I sit on my desk, my arms folded, watching her, waiting for a bombshell of brilliance and fortifying myself against it...
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The Do-Over Girl - a hockey rom-com
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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People always like me. It's kind of my thing. All the employees at my tech startup think I'm the best boss, and the community partners and investors I woo not only trust, but adore me.
Everyone likes me, except him.
I may have been caught off guard when I accidentally insulted AJ Trachtenberg, but I'm pulling out all the stops trying to make it up to him…and it’s not working. Offering his students a swanky field trip doesn't win him over—it only seems to make him grumpier.
Unfortunately, grumpy looks very good on him. AJ is tall, dark, and annoyingly handsome and he’s got a giant chip on his shoulder. Honestly, his smoldering is distracting.
I can’t afford any distractions right now, not with the media hounding me as I try to take my company public. Maybe I can swing a one-time naked distraction, though. That doesn’t have to mean anything, right? I'm not looking for a happily-ever-after here. I'm just trying to get him out of my head.
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