Monday 26 April 2021

πŸ’œ Moo U ⭐️ New Adult / College Hockey Series #4 #5 #6 #7 πŸ’œ Excerpts πŸ’

    ©  Bianca ✰ Janeane 



The New Adult/College/Farm Moo U Hockey Series is a complete standalone series, but it is part of the new World of True North Series and slightly connected aka a spin-off to Sarina Bowen's True North Series!
So if you're weird like us - read #Bittersweet first ☺



• Book #4 in the Moo U Series
 • 26 April 2021
• Standalone New Adult Hockey Romance


★★★★★
4.9 Stars

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 . . .





ARC received for an honest review
 
Oy, where do I start with this one?

I am sorry to say that whereever it starts, it is not going to be good.

 From the first "whoops I f*&ked the wrong brother" to the end, this was one giant eyeroll.

I should have DNF'd it when I first thought it, but no, I thought it had to get better - spoiler alert, for me it didn't.

Naomi was just completely unlikable.  I hated the way she dragged both brothers into her dramas and strung them both along.

I hated that Paxton was a doormat for everybody.

I hated that Patrick was a spoilt, entitled jerk (but at least he finally get his crap together at the end and removed his head from his sphincter).

The dads were just deplorable.

Have you guessed yet that I hated everyone?

The whole thing was immature and frustrating and eyeroll-worthy.

Let's hope that Twin #2 Patrick's story is better.





Book #4 in the Moo U series.

Naomi + Paxton.

Paxton has been in love with his good friend Naomi for two years.
But she's been crushing on his twin brother for just as long.
After having way too much alcohol one night - very untypical for Paxton - he ends up in bed with Naomi.
For Paxton it was the most amazing night of his life with the love of his life.
For Naomi ... well ... she thought she spent the night with Patrick. Whoopsie. 

They decide to stay friends and not let this night destroy things. But suddenly Naomi is not constantly thinking about Patrick anymore ....

LET THE FUN TIMES BEGIN!!! 



 
Well, that was cute and sexy.
But ... I didn't like it very much.
I was almost tempted to end this in the first chapter already.
I don't even know why. It was so ridiculous and unimaginative and silly and immature and ugh. And I hated the dads! And a boob job at 17?! Disgusting.

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.
And it got better - at least a bit. It was still too frustrating and immature.
But it ended up being a bit adorable, very sexy, colleg-y and hockey-y.
I enjoyed reading it. We just started out on the wrong foot.☺
It won't go on my World of True North favorite list.

But still - I could read these kinds of books every day for the rest of eternity!

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!

GAMEIMTE was a sexy little hockey college  romance! Run to your nearest amazon for your own Paxton - he'll be sold out in no time!


♥ EXCERPT ♥

 The hockey house was lit tonight. And I don’t mean by lights.

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.

I turned my head and Naomi lifted hers, regarding me with interest, sexual interest, and my hopes bumped up slightly. I cocked a brow at her. She put her hand over mine and guided it farther upward.
 
 LINKS TO THE BOOK
 
   
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• Book #5 in the Moo U Series
 • 
26 April 2021
• Standalone New Adult Hockey Romance


★★★★★
4.5 Stars

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?





ARC received for an honest review
 
Book 5
 
Overtime is definitely better than the twin's book Gametime, however it was still a meh book for me.
 
Things are better between the twins, but now the star  Patrick is the one in trouble with his grades, and when his eyes meet the sexy girl across the room, he has no way to know his life is going to change for the better.
 
I love that Ellie is not the shy, stuck in her dorm room type of genius girl - she gets out there, and isn't always all "why are you with me?" - though with Patrick's reputation it would have been expected. Inexperienced? Sure but not completely clueless.
 
I love their insta-connection and they are just adorably cute. I love seeing a man-whore come to his knees when he finds the right woman, and that is the deal with Patrick.
 
I still had some issues coming over from the first book, Gametime, and they still frustrated and made me want to DNF this book, but I kept going and am glad I finished this one.
 
I still hate hate hate Patrick's dad with the passion of a million fiery suns, but I am glad the twins dealt with that.
 
And what is with allll the parents being a-holes to their kids and pushing their agenda on them? Ellie's mum was the same and I wanted to throw her in with Patrick's dad - though she did eventually get better. Eventually.
 
So while it was better, it still was not one of my favourites in the Moo U series.





Book #5 in the Moo U series.

Ellie + Patrick

We already heard Patrick's twin Paxton's story in the last book.
And now it's his turn.

He's the hockey team captain. But his grades need to get better asap - or else!
Enter Ellie. A nerdy friend of his brother.
Ellie is only 19, but has been at Moo U since she was 15. She's a genius.
And it's insta attraction between those two - even though she's so not his typical puck bunny type.

LET THE FUN TIMES BEGIN!!! 



 
Adorable!
Definitely better than the first book.
Even though it was again so super insta!
I'm all for insta, but you just know that there will be fights, arguments, misunderstandings, break-ups et cetera until we'll get that happy end. Ugh!
Why can't we get all the drama out of the way before we get serious.
But anyway. It was cute and funny and sparky and sexy and nerdy and emotional and collegy and hockey-y. I liked it!
The most drama comes from not having a clear plan for their future - both of them.
Ellie's mom wants her to be a doctor. But Ellie does not want that.
Patrick's dad wants him to go Pro asap - but he wants to get his degree first.
It'll be a while until that happy end - but the reader enjoys the journey! ☺
I really liked it in the end.

I could read these kinds of books every day for the rest of eternity!

I also wouldn't mind seeing this whole world on Netflix one day!

Can't wait to get more Vermont soon!

OVERTIME was an adorable + sexy hockey-y + college-y romance! I loved reading it! Run to your nearest amazon for your own Patrick - he'll be sold out in no time!



♥ EXCERPT ♥

 I hoped he wouldn’t run screaming from the restaurant at the serious turn our conversation had taken, but he was so easy to talk to. We had a lot in common, which I never would have imagined. His overbearing father, my overbearing mother, and a lot of concern about this whole idea of adulting. He was twenty-one, and hadn’t been nearly as sheltered as I had, but I heard a lot of the same insecurities in his voice that I often felt in myself.

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 naΓ―ve 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.

I was in so much trouble.

 
 LINKS TO THE BOOK
 
   
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• Book #6 in the Moo U Series
 • 
26 April 2021
• Standalone New Adult Hockey Romance


★★★★★
4.9 Stars

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.





ARC received for an honest review
 
Book 6
 
Faith and Seb's story was cute, but so, so, sooo incredibly frustrating.
 
Firstly, I liked that we had both male and female hockey players in this one - yay for the women finally getting a look in.
 
I could understand Faith blocking Seb out of her life for the most part, but sheesh, she was so harsh.  And not letting him tell her what really happened. And then finding out what really happened and then treating him like she does - yeah, she got herself on my sh*t list for that.
 
I love a good second chance story, but to me, Seb was way to good for her for the most part, and she didn't deserve her 3rd chances.
 
This pair needs to talk it out I tell ya!
 
Also, what is with with crappy parents in every. single. book.  Especially the past few in this series. It is like they all got together and pulled every a-hole parent story they could get -but this is probably just my issues, so ignore it!
 
I did like where the epilogue showed us in this one though.


 



Book #6 in the Moo U series.

Faith + Seb.

A year ago - after he drunk-dialed her one night confessing to having cheated - she ended their long distance realtionship. He was already in college, she had another year of highschool left. They thought they could do it. After having been together for two years. But nope.
Now Faith is at college too. 
What will happen when she finds out what really happened?

LET THE FUN TIMES BEGIN!!! 



 
This second-chance love story was really adorable.
I'm not really the super huge hockey fan and here they both play hockey - but it was cute!
You hope all along that they'll get back together.
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.
I swear I will stop reading books if authors don't start writing amazing parents for once. I hate all these horrible idiots . Especially in this series! WHY?! Most parents are amazing! 

Anyway. This book was cute, hockey-y, collegey and a bit emotional.
I loved reading it. It was a bit too much back and forth and a good therapist wouldn't have hurt. But still. It was okay. And I loved that we got a nice epilogue for a change. ☺

Can't wait to get more Vermont soon!

HALFTIME was a cute and sparky second-chance college hockey romance! Run to your nearest amazon for your own Seb - he'll be sold out in no time!



♥ EXCERPT ♥

 I went up to my room, and Coop knocked on the doorframe.

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.”

Cooper stood up. “Okay. I just don’t want to do suicides because you’re wound up about our goalie.”
 
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• Book #7 in the Moo U Series
 • 
26 April 2021
• Standalone New Adult Hockey Romance


★★★★★
4.9 Stars

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.





ARC received for an honest review
 
Book 7
 
I found myself liking this installment better than the past 2 I have read in this release.
 
Hudson and Indi had a more realistic relationship in my opinion than the past 2. Though, we still do get the cliche manwhore sport star and the virgin (which I am a little bit, no, a lot over these days).
 
I do like their dynamic together, and I like that their problems are more real. None of the OTT drama for  drama's sake. Though I did want to talk some sense into Indi at times, and tell her to open up about what her issues are -it was nearly 3/4 of the way in and I was all "girrrlll, why you doing this??"
 
And what is it with all the hockey dads being absolute a-holes? Here was another one that I just wanted to nut punch!
 
It may also just be me, but I was looking for more pages at the end -it just seemed to suddenly end.
 
And I now feel that the hamster needs his own story - maybe just some chapters from his POV of the shenanigans in the Hudson household!

 



Book #7 in the Moo U series.

Indi + Hudson.

Indi has been adopted from China when she was eight months old. She wants to be a doctor. And she doesn't want to be a virgin anymore.
Enter Hudson. He is the heir to a hockey legend family - which does not make life easier.
It's insta attraction between those two, but Indi is keeping two pretty big secrets from him...

LET THE FUN TIMES BEGIN!!! 



 
Adorable!
Another funny, sweet, sexy, a little heartbreaking, college-y hockey romance.
I loved reading this.
I especially loved the hamster and AJ - poor guy!
Indi and Hudson are really perfect for each other. But of course they make it more complicated as it should be. She's so afraid to tell him her secret and ugh. Poor kids. But I really liked that we had some real problems this time. Not those unnecessary drama moments we usually get.
I really enjoyed reading this. I also really liked the parents this time - well his dad was a bit difficult, but totally fine in the end!

Like I always say - I could read these kinds of books every day for the rest of eternity!

I also wouldn't mind seeing this whole world on Netflix one day!

Can't wait to get more Vermont soon!

DARKROOM was an adorable + funny + sexy hockey college romance!! I loved reading it! Run to your nearest amazon for your own Hudson - he'll be sold out in no time!


 
♥ EXCERPT ♥

 To our surprise, there was a darkroom assistant named Randi there to develop the film on a giant machine and guide us through the rest of the process—using the enlarger, the three-step process for developing, adjusting contrast and making the final print. While this made our work a hell of a lot easier, I wasn’t getting the alone time with Indi that I’d hoped for. So with the third wheel in the darkroom, I had to get creative.

 

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.

 LINKS TO THE BOOK
 


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Books by Sarina Bowen:

🏳️‍🌈 Wes & Jamie πŸ³️‍🌈

Good Boy


The Company Book #1
  


Book #2
 

Hockey #5

  


Hockey #6

  


🍎🍏🍎 True North Book #1 πŸŽπŸπŸŽ


YA Rockstar Romance-ish

   





Sarina Bowen writes steamy, angsty Contemporary Romance and New Adult fiction from the wilds of Vermont.

She is the author of The Ivy Years, an award-winning series set amid the hockey team at an elite Connecticut college.

Waiting for more Ivy Years? You can read more about upcoming volumes in the four book series at http://www.sarinabowen.com/theivyyears

Also, the Gravity series.

Sarina enjoys skiing, espresso drinks and the occasional margarita. She lives with her family, eight chickens and more ski gear and hockey equipment than seems necessary.

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