✰ Bianca ✰ Janeane ✰
• 26 April 2021
• Standalone New Adult Hockey Romance
One drunken night and one case of mistaken identity turn a
friendship inside out...
You’ve seen the hockey twins around campus--they look
identical, but you can tell them apart by their actions. Patrick is the one
who’s busy charming women. Paxton is the one in the library.
Until one night when Paxton parties a little harder than
usual. Next thing he knows, he’s waking up naked next to Naomi, the girl of his
dreams. He bares his heart before an awful realization sets in. He’s not the
twin she thought he was...
Naomi is the only child of a hockey legend. Partying hard is
the best way she knows how to rebel against her controlling father. After a
particularly crazy night, she realizes her big mistake. Her hookup isn’t the
guy she’s been crushing on. It’s Paxton, her friend, the guy who gets her, who
she can always count on. The guy she’d never want to hurt. And yet, the sex was
good. Better than good.
Now she’s
wondering if the wrong twin might be the right one after all . . .
Book #4 in the Moo U series.
LET THE FUN TIMES BEGIN!!! ☺
Well, that was cute and sexy.
It could have been my mood today. And maybe the super beautiful book I had just finished reading before. That's why I kept on reading - I didn't want to be unfair to the book.
I also wouldn't mind seeing this whole world on Netflix one day!
Can't wait to get more Vermont soon! I hope Patrick's story will be better!
By drunken hockey players—myself included.
My twin brother, Patrick, had exited long ago with two
hotties on his arm. We might be identical twins in appearance, but my brother
always got the girls, and I got his leftovers. He was way more gregarious and
outgoing. I was the quiet, serious one.
I sat down on one of the worn, beer-stained couches and
tried not to think about what else it might be stained with. It’d probably be a
petri dish of… Okay, I wasn’t going there.
Being alone on a Saturday night after the first hockey game
of the year was bad enough. I was a junior at Burlington University in Vermont,
fondly known as Moo U by the locals and pretty much everyone else in the state.
Watching my brother revel in his hockey-team star status
after a typically fantastic game brought out the ugly in me. I was jealous of
him, and I hated being jealous of my brother. He was the best guy I knew and
deserved all the good things in his life. Yet being the one always in his
immense shadow proved more and more difficult. I played my supporting role as I
always had, bolstering him in any way possible, sending the puck his way, and
deflecting defensemen intent on mowing him down. That used to be enough, but
this year was different. This was my year to break out. My year to establish
myself.
Beer made me sleepy, and apparently, shots of whiskey made
me grouchy.
I’d sworn things would be different this season. I’d have
more fun, get more involved, shed my role as the smart, nerdy brother, while
Patrick was the fun, partying brother.
Did I mention Patrick even had a cool nickname? The team
called him Trick because he’d had a hat trick his freshman year, when a hockey
player scored three goals in one game. I, on the other hand, was merely known
as Pax, short for Paxton. No good story there.
A blonde staggered by and spilled some of her beer on my
jeans. I did a double take.
Oh, my God.
Naomi?
I blinked a few times, forcing my eyes to focus and focus
they did.
That blonde was Naomi Smith, the unrequited love of my life.
Naomi was petite with gray eyes that had a warmth and humor that drew me in.
She’d dyed her hair blonde in the past week, rather than the caramel color I’d
so loved. I wondered if the change of color had anything to do with my brother,
who was currently working his way through the blondes on campus.
She wore a skintight dress showing ample cleavage. The
skirt’s hem teased the bottom of her rounded ass. She teetered on these really
high heels. The overall look was smoking, but so not her usual style, more the
style of the females my brother preferred.
“Oops, sorry,” she said with words as slurred as mine were.
“That’s okay.” I met her gaze, and her eyes widened when she
realized it was me. My heart rate sped up as a result. It was no secret that
Naomi had a crush on Patrick, but he was oblivious. She and I’d been good
friends since our freshman year, and I’d heard all about her pining for my
twin.
She dropped down on the couch next to me, sitting way too
close for comfort. “What’re you doing sitting here alone?”
“Waiting for you. I’ve been waiting for you for a lifetime.”
The mass doses of alcohol I’d consumed made me bold and stupid, but I didn’t
have the wherewithal to shut up before I blew my cover, and I’d blown it good
this time.
She laughed, and it sounded like a siren’s song reeling me
into my fate. I smiled back.
“Your dad’s a piece of work,” she noted. Not that she hadn’t
experienced my dad before, but he’d taken it to a whole new level tonight.
“I know.”
“Don’t feel bad. So is my dad. He wishes I’d been born a
boy, or at least a female with skating talent. He hates that I have zero
athletic ability.”
We exchanged glances. We’d had this talk before, and our
mutual problems with our fathers were one of the things that’d bound us
together.
She snuggled close to me and leaned her head on my shoulder.
While she watched the crowd buzz around us, I contemplated my next move or if
there should be one. Taking a chance, I dropped my hand to her bare thigh. She
sighed and snuggled closer. I slid my hand higher, and her legs parted while
she made a happy little purring sound from deep in her throat.
• 26 April 2021
• Standalone New Adult Hockey Romance
He needs tutoring in statistics... She needs tutoring in the
bedroom...
Hotshot hockey star Patrick Graham has been groomed for the
pros since before he could walk. Fast forward to his junior year of college,
and he’s having the time of his life. What could be better than pucks,
partying, and having his pick of campus women? But if Patrick doesn’t buckle
down and get his grades up, he could find himself benched for the
championships. Could a beautiful brainiac be the solution to his problems?
Nineteen-year-old Master’s student Ellie McGinn could do so
many things with her biology degree, but her mother is pushing her toward a
future she doesn't want. Tutoring a hockey hottie seems like the perfect
opportunity to start making her own choices and living life on her own terms.
When
learning turns to yearning, will they be ready to face the heat and heartache
that love can bring?
Book #5 in the Moo U series.
Enter Ellie. A nerdy friend of his brother.
Adorable!
Why can't we get all the drama out of the way before we get serious.
I also wouldn't mind seeing this whole world on Netflix one day!
Can't wait to get more Vermont soon!
We talked and drank soda until we were the last people in
the restaurant and we finally paid the bill and walked out to my car. I didn’t
want this night to end but he had another game tomorrow and I needed to spend
the whole day working on my research paper if I was going to go out again
tomorrow night.
“Where do you live?” I asked him when we got into the car.
It was a frigid January night and I shivered as I waited for the heat to kick
in.
“In the apartments on Bellamy,” he said.
I knew just where those apartments were located since a lot
of Moo U students lived there and it wasn’t far. I’d considered living there
too but I got my room and board for free between being a resident assistant in
the dorm and my teaching, and I liked the fact that I didn’t have to count on
my parents for housing. They already paid for my car, insurance, and phone, so
I’d been willing to suck it up for the tiniest bit of freedom.
He told me where to drop him off and I pulled up to the curb.
“Tonight was great,” he said, turning to me. “I’m really
looking forward to doing it again tomorrow night.”
“You are?” The words slipped out before I could stop them,
and I mentally grimaced, wishing I knew how to be a little coy, a little
flirty, instead of insecure and out of my league.
“Well, yeah.” He frowned. “Aren’t you?”
“I haven’t dated anyone since I came to college,” I blurted
out. “I was only fifteen then, so I was too young for college guys, and now
that I’m legal, most guys think I’m dorky. So I don’t know how this works. If
you’re just trying to be nice so I’ll tutor you, you don’t have to because I’d
do it anyway. As a favor to Paxton.”
“You think this is about tutoring?” He looked both a little
mad and a little sad, which confused me even more.
“I don’t know why the captain of the hockey team—who can and
does sleep with everything that moves—is interested in me when not a single guy
on campus ever has been before.”
There. I’d said it. It was out in the open now and if
nothing else, he’d know I wasn’t naïve enough to think he really wanted to date
me.
“You haven’t gone out on a single date the whole time you’ve
been here?” he asked, ignoring everything else I’d said.
I shook my head. “Not a real date, like we had tonight. I’ve
met guys at the library or for coffee, but never like this.”
“Their loss is my gain.” He reached out and pushed one side
of my hair behind my ear. “I thought we had a connection,” he said softly.
“That night at the party. I think you’re pretty and smart and sweet. It has
nothing to do with tutoring or anything like that. I don’t know what other guys
see when they look at you, but I’ll be honest and say that someone as smart as
you is probably a little intimidating.”
“And you’re not, um, intimidated?” Why did I say “um” all
the time? I sounded like a nervous twelve-year-old.
“No.” He leaned forward, his eyes locked with mine. “Not
even a little. And I think maybe the best way to prove that to you is like
this.”
Oh-shit-oh-shit-oh-shit—he was kissing me. His lips were
lightly pressed to mine, caressing them as if they were made of glass. Gentle
whispers of skin against my mouth, nothing like I’d imagined kissing a hottie
like Patrick would be. I’d only been kissed a handful of times before and it
had always been sloppy and wet; this was ridiculously sweet. And definitely not
sloppy.
Not even when he slid his tongue along the seam of my lips,
gently prying them apart. My mouth opened of its own volition, anxious for
more, because nothing had prepared me for this. When our tongues finally met
one another, it was like a magnetic force had drawn them together and I
couldn’t do anything but go along for the ride. It felt like my whole body was
involved, instead of just my mouth, and I let myself get swept away.
I might have whimpered in protest when he finally pulled
away, and the look in his eyes was one I’d only ever read about in books. I
didn’t know men actually looked at women that way. It didn’t have to be love or
anything that deep, but sheer, unadulterated desire? I’d never seen it outside
of movies and this was way, way better because it was directed at me. The fact
that I turned him on enough to put that look there, well, that was something
new to me and it did all kinds of things to my nether regions.
“I should go,” he said softly, still watching my face with
that look that made me shiver all over.
“It’s late,” I said out loud, though I really wanted to sit
here long enough for him to kiss me again.
“I had fun tonight. And I’d like to go out with you again
after the game tomorrow…if you want to.”
“I…yes.” I almost said “um” again but caught myself. “Yes,
I’d like to.”
“Good night, Ellie.” He pressed his lips to mine, chastely
this time, and then got out of the car and bounded up the steps of his
building.
• 26 April 2021
• Standalone New Adult Hockey Romance
There’s no halftime in hockey, but maybe there’s one in love…
Drunk dialing your girlfriend to tell her that you didn’t
really cheat is a bad idea--a lesson Seb Hunter learned the hard way. It was no
surprise when she cut him completely out of her life. Now he’s finally moved
on, and he’s looking forward to sophomore year at Moo U. Until his ex arrives
on campus.
For goalie Faith Devereaux, cheating is a hard pass. She grew
up knowing all too well how destructive infidelity can be. She’s gotten over
Seb and picked the college of her dreams. The fact that he’s a student there
will not be a problem. Hockey is her priority. Not guys, not dating, definitely
not exes.
But when an exhibition game forces them into close proximity,
it isn’t long before their old attraction flares. Regaining trust is hard,
though, when the heart plays a good defensive game.
But when
the goal is love, one more shot might be all they need.
Book #6 in the Moo U series.
LET THE FUN TIMES BEGIN!!! ☺
This second-chance love story was really adorable.
But it won't be easy. She's too scared or rather scarred from her parents' weird cheating marriage and he just wants someone to pick him for once - not like his idiot parents.
Can't wait to get more Vermont soon!
I looked up from my textbook. I wanted to get on top of my
reading. I’d told Holly I’d be tied up until after the game. The women’s team
was hosting a party after, and I’d promised her we’d go together. Faith was not
going to mess with my head anymore.
“Got a minute, Hunter?”
I put my book down. I was on my bed, and he sat on the desk
chair.
“What’s up?”
He stared at me for a minute, and I wondered what was wrong.
“Is Faith the one?”
I froze. I couldn’t speak. I wasn’t ready to talk about
Faith. How the hell had he worked this out?
“Devereaux. You two obviously know each other, but you
pretend you don’t.” I shook my head a bit, and he held up a hand. “She didn’t
swear at any of us or call us by our first names.”
At least Faith was the one who’d messed up.
“Plus, you knew she’d done that newbie shoot-out thing
before, but then you disappeared. And her name is Faith.”
I’d mentioned her name last year when it had all gone down.
I hadn’t said she was a hockey player. I hadn’t said much about her to anyone
those first couple of weeks before the big blowup, but I had said her name. I’d
hoped no one had remembered.
“She’s from Toronto, and you were playing like someone else
while she was in net today.”
Cooper was listing everything off like I was on the stand
and he was cross-examining me. Had he switched to a prelaw major? He leaned
back, waiting for me to respond. He knew. No way I could deny it. I forced my
muscles to relax. I hadn’t committed a crime. It was just embarrassing.
“Yeah, she’s the ex.”
I’d gone out with a couple of girls last year before Holly,
but Faith was the ex. The others hadn’t been a big deal. With those girls, we’d
gone out and had some fun, but it had never been like with Faith.
“Have you talked to her?”
I’d said her name and almost kissed her back on that first
day, but no, we hadn’t talked.
“Only when she called me out on the ice today.”
“That means she doesn’t know what really happened?”
I shook my head.
I’d been so drunk when I talked to her last year that I
still didn’t know exactly what I’d told her. I shouldn’t have tried to contact
her until I was sober. My teammates had tried to convince me. They’d taken my
phone. I’d been petrified she’d find out from someone before I could explain,
so I’d found a phone and called her. Whatever I’d told her hadn’t explained it
clearly. I’d made it sound like something had happened.
That misunderstanding had been too much for her. She’d never
taken another call from me and blocked me on every avenue I could think of to
reach out to her. I’d been desperate enough to try a lot. If the team hadn’t
stopped me, I’d have driven to Toronto, if I could have found a car.
It had been hard to accept that we were over. It had hurt
that she hadn’t thought we were worth enough to at least let me explain. I’d
thought we were going to be forever. I’d been wrong. And hell if I wanted to
talk about it now, not with Cooper or Faith.
“You should tell her. Let her know what really happened.”
Like she would listen to anything I said. “Why? I’ve moved
on, and I’m with Holly now.” I almost flinched. I was with Holly, but it wasn’t
like Faith and I had been. To be fair, Holly and I hadn’t been together that
long yet. I’d been with Faith for most of two years. Of course, the thing with
Faith had been more intense. It had ripped me to shreds when she’d cut things
off, so I was okay with things being a little lighter right now.
“Sure about that?”
“What the hell are you talking about? Of course, I’m with
Holly.” I wasn’t going to admit I’d just been comparing my feelings for Holly
and Faith.
“I mean,” He was speaking slowly, like he thought I was
stupid. “Have you really moved on from Faith?”
Fucker. Maybe I hadn’t totally, but I was working on it.
“Why wouldn’t I have moved on? It’s been a year.”
“Maybe because she still doesn’t know what really happened,
and you two can’t even look at each other?”
“Not your business, Coop.”
He shrugged. “You’re good now, you know you didn’t cheat,
and you’ve got another girlfriend. But what about Faith?”
I frowned. “What about her? I don’t know if she’s got a
boyfriend, if that’s what you mean.”
He shook his head. “She thinks you cheated on her.”
I rolled my eyes. “Yes, I’m quite aware of that.”
“How do you think she feels about that?”
“She refused to talk to me, so I’m guessing she isn’t too
thrilled.”
He looked at the ceiling. “Can you look at it from her side
for a minute? She believes that the first chance that rolled around, you either
forgot about her or decided she wasn’t worth it and cheated on her. Fucked
someone else. Decided she wasn’t enough.”
The words hit hard. I’d felt this way once when I hit the
boards helmet first. Like I was suddenly drifting above my body, not really
attached to it anymore. Shit. I hadn’t thought about that part of it. Faith had
been so perfect for me that it was hard to think she might have felt she wasn’t
good enough. How had I missed that? Because I’d been so hurt myself, I’d felt
like I wasn’t good enough. Had she felt that way, too?
Damn Coop. What was I supposed to do with that now? How
could I explain what had really happened without sounding like I was just
trying to get her back? Especially after that run-in at the arena, the one
where I’d almost kissed her. Plus, there was Holly. It wasn’t fair to her, and
Faith would think I was two-timing Holly. Why the hell did Coop have to bring
this up now?
“She won’t talk to me. It’s just going to upset her if I try
to bring it up. It’s better to let it go.”
“Sure about that?”
“Yeah, I’m sure. It’s ancient history now.”
“I hope you can play tonight when she’s in net.”
“Don’t worry about me.”
• 26 April 2021
• Standalone New Adult Hockey Romance
Indi
I'm not gonna lie, being a twenty-one-year-old virgin is
ridiculously embarrassing, bordering on pitiful. And if there’s anything I
hate, it’s being pitied. So I’m getting my V-card punched this semester. It’s
time to stop dreaming about being swept off my feet. Instead, I’m planning a
down-and-dirty one-nighter with a certain hot hockey player I’ve been eyeing.
Hudson
As a top draft pick from a family of hockey royalty, I'm
under so much pressure that I’m losing my edge on the ice. I need something to
snap my brain out of this self-destructive stress-loop. Like a hot night of
fun. That’s where Indi Briscoe from my photography class comes in. She’s
flirtatious and funny one moment, sweetly shy the next. But then she wants me
to pop her cherry.
Jesus. Did I mention
the pressure thing? Am I crazy for starting something with her? Or would I be a
fool for saying no?
Warning:
this standalone novel contains heat, heart, familial expectations, extreme milkshakes,
and a hamster with deep thoughts.
Book #7 in the Moo U series.
LET THE FUN TIMES BEGIN!!! ☺
Adorable!
I especially loved the hamster and AJ - poor guy!
I also wouldn't mind seeing this whole world on Netflix one day!
Can't wait to get more Vermont soon!
As Randi demonstrated how to adjust the enlarger to ensure
the proper print size, I stood very close to Indi and placed my hand on her
ass. She turned toward me, one questioning eyebrow raised, but I maintained a
look of innocence as I slowly squeezed. Her eyes widened as Randi droned on
about refocusing or something. I wasn’t paying that much attention. I was too
busy enjoying the luscious handful I had in my hand.
Indi tried to listen to Randi, but, bad boy that I am, I
persisted. I slid my hand down and between. She was wearing jeans, but I could
tell she liked what I was doing by the way she subtly arched her back to give
me a little more access.
Then, I felt her hand on me, which wasn’t something I had
anticipated when I’d started this. Shit. My jaw clenched as her fingernails
scratched their way from the bottom of my fly up to the button at my waist and
then back down again.
That was some sweet fucking torture right there. In a matter
of moments, I was hard and ready with shit-all I could do about it and no one
to blame but myself.
“Now, shift the card every five seconds to expose one more
inch or so of the paper each time,” Randi said. “Like this…one, two, three,
four, five, shift. See? One, two, three, four, five, shift. We do this to
determine the correct exposure time…”
Indi, that evil woman, timed her ministrations to Randi’s
count, stroke, stroke, stroke, stroke stroke, but on “shift” she squeezed the
head of my cock.
Jesus H Christ. I was going to lose my mind.
Eventually, I couldn’t take it anymore. Beaten at my own
game, I removed my hand from her behind and she let go of my package. I really
hoped Randi hadn’t caught onto our darkroom hanky-panky. I’d tried like hell to
keep my breathing even. But even if she had noticed, I’m sure it wasn’t the
first time.
“Okay, any questions?” Randi asked.
“I think we can handle it,” I said. Frankly, I didn’t care
that much if we messed up. We’d taken some photos with our cell phones as
back-up, so if we screwed up the prints, no big deal.
“Okay. Good luck,” Randi said and left.
“Alone at last,” I said.
I grinned as I flipped the switch so the room was bathed in
that lurid red light. Handily, this also turned on the “No-Entry - Darkroom In
Use” sign outside in the hallway. That handy bit of information, I’d paid
attention to.
“Hudson, what are you doing?”
“Making sure we aren’t disturbed,” I said before taking her in my arms and sealing my mouth over hers.
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