Her
biggest fantasy is about to become a reality. . .
Mister Hockey
Hellions Angels, #1
Hellions Angels, #1
by Lia Riley
Releasing July 11th 2017
Avon Impulse
Avon Impulse
The Book Junkie Reads . . . Review of . . . MISTER HOCKEY (hellions Angels, #1) . . .
Super
fun. The laughs kept coming. The joy in reading was throughout this one. Jed
and Breezy just gave me a warm fuzzy feeling that left me feeling very good. The
two had banter, chemistry, comedy, and a connection. This was the perfect
afternoon pick me up and make me smile.
Jed and
Breezy both had their own issues but when they were together it seemed to fade
to the background. Jed’s issues lay in him getting over and Breezy needed to
believe a bit more.
Enjoyable
writing with game pacing and witty commentary to fill the read with
entertainment. Vivid, lively and just plain fun to read. The game has just
begun with Mister Hockey. On to the
next period with Head Coach.
Blurb
Her biggest fantasy is about to become a reality. . .
Her biggest fantasy is about to become a reality. . .
Jed
West is Mr. Hockey. The captain of the NHL’s latest winning team, the Denver
Hellions—and the hottest player on the ice—at least according to every
magazine. .and Breezy Angel. Breezy has been drooling over Jed at games for
years, and he plays a starring role in her most toe-curling fantasies. But
dirty dreams don’t come true, right?
Then
Jed saunters through the doors of her library, a last minute special guest for
a summer reading event, and not only is he drop dead gorgeous up close, his
personality is straight up swoon-worthy. He even comes to the rescue when she
has an R-rated “Super Book Worm” costume malfunction. But when he mistakenly
assumes she’s more into books than pucks, she’s too flustered to correct his
mistake. And then comes a big kiss, followed by a teensy-tiny problem. Jed’s
dating policy is simple: Never date a fan.
So
what’s a fangirl going to have to do to convince her ultimate crush that he’s
become less of a perfect fantasy, and more like the perfect man. . .for her?
Excerpt
Jed West’s stomach curdled faster than overheated
hollandaise sauce as he squinted at the menu for Zachary’s, Denver’s most
popular all-day breakfast hangout. Ghost-like shadows haunted the specials
list, blurring the descriptions for peanut butter French toast, country fried
steak benedict and sweet potato pancakes. Ah, shit. Not fucking now.
There went the prices too–the dollar signs and numbers blurring until barely
legible.
No
point blinking. He knew the drill. Jaw tight, he reached for his orange juice,
took a swig and waited. Short bouts of double vision had dogged him ever since
Game Seven, the pattern the same. After a minute or two, his focus would snap
back to normal as if nothing had happened. Until then, he needed to follow one of coach’s favorite axioms: “Suck
it up, Buttercup.”
Who
cared about the damn menu anyway? He pushed it to one side, having already
ordered the “Manwich”, chorizo and eggs smashed between a jalapeno cheddar
biscuit–the kind of breakfast that wanted to kill you in the best kind of
ways–and crunched ice. Too bad the cubes didn’t pass on their chill, because
this. . .situation for lack of a better word, was getting under his skin and it
shouldn’t.
No–Scratch
that. It couldn’t.
Unexplained
double vision wasn’t a walk in the park, but facts were facts. And the ugly
truth was that if he didn’t quit batting his lashes like Scarlett O’Hara with a
fly in her skirt, The Post’s toughest sports columnist would glance up
from across the table, mistake his tic for a cheesedick wink, and go Lord of
the Flies on his nut sack.
At
least for the moment, Neve Angel was occupied. She hunched over her digital
voice recorder, dark bangs obscuring her sharp gaze as she fiddled with the
control settings. Her lips moved to the upbeat Buddy Holly song piping over the
sound system while she plucked a mic from her messenger bag. His vision came
back online in time for him to read the orange button pinned to the front.
Had
a Ball at The Rock Creek Testicle Festival.
Christ,
looked to be an authentic souvenir too.
Slamming
his knees together, he forced a grin, the one that had potential endorsements
lined up around the block, eager for him to shill everything from vitamin
infused coconut water to shaving cream. He unwrapped the paper napkin from
around the fork and knife, and began tearing the corner into neat strips.
No
doubt the eye thing was fatigue-related, an inevitable toll from the grueling
NHL season and subsequent hard-fought playoffs. Everything would be all right
in the end. If it wasn’t all right, it wasn’t the end.
“You
plan on telling me what’s up with Mount Napkin Shreds?” Neve leaned her elbows
on the recycled wood tabletop, a signal they were shifting into interview mode.
Her brows arched beneath her thick-cut bangs. “Nervous about being in the hot
seat, princess?”
“Yeah,
terrified,” he answered laconically, not missing a beat. Hiding his true
feelings behind a mask of confidence was a reflex; it came with the territory
of having the “C” stitched on the front of his jersey. A good captain never
showed fear to an opponent. “A jackal’s bark is worse then it’s bite.”
“Jackal?
Don’t tell me you’re using Gunnarisms now.” She rolled her eyes. “And I’d so
wanted to enjoy my bagel without gagging.”
The
Hellions Head Coach, Tor Gunnar, had a reputation for dismissing the press as
“jackals.” He fostered a tense relationship with journalists, in particular,
the tiny woman sitting opposite. Neve had run a piece on his divorce a few
years ago. He retaliated by refusing to call on her during press conferences.
Neve hit back with increasingly critical op-eds. Their mutual enmity had
devolved to the stuff of local legend.
Buy Links:
Top Five Sexy Hockey Players
By Lia Riley
We all
know hockey players are hot as puck. Here are five NHL players I’d love to have
a face off with, and by face off I mean stare at and drool over. Who are your
favorite hockey gods? Tell me in the comments, bonus point if you link to a pic
J
In no
particular order because all get two solid thumbs up:
1.
Sidney Crosby,
Captain of the Pittsburgh Penguins (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sidney_Crosby). He has boyish good looks and Tom Hardy lips, can’t ask for more
than that!
2.
P.K Subban,
Defenceman for the Nashville Predators (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/P._K._Subban). His eyes could melt ice, plus he won Olympic gold in 2014 Sochi
Olympics.
3.
Joffrey Lupul, Left
winger for Toronto Maple Leafs (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joffrey_Lupul). He likes to play the guitar too, so not only is he pretty, he
can also croon you a love song. Plus that jaw bone could cut glass.
4.
Tyler Seguin, Center
for the Dallas Stars (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tyler_Seguin) Three words: Full. Sleeved. Tattoos.
(nuff said)
5.
Darnell Nurse,
Defenceman for the Edmonton Oilers (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Darnell_Nurse). Not only is he 6’3 of pure yum, he also roots for his sister who
plays basketball for Team Canada. That makes him a hero in my book!
After studying at the University of
Montana-Missoula, Lia Riley scoured the world armed only with
a backpack, overconfidence and a terrible sense of direction. She counts
shooting vodka with a Ukranian mechanic in Antarctica, sipping yerba mate with
gauchos in Chile and swilling fourex with stationhands in Outback Australia
among her accomplishments.
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