✰ Bianca ✰ Janeane ✰
• Standalone
• Brooklyn Bruisers Hockey Series #8
• Brooklyn Series #5
The women's league is in the house! And Brooklyn will never
be the same again for Anton Bayer and the team…
This is my last chance to ditch my playboy reputation and
finally fulfill my potential. So I’ve made three rules for our biggest season
yet: no boozing, no women, and no scandals.
Especially that last thing.
So who do I befriend on the very first day back at the rink?
An amazing female hockey player. I want Sylvie in a way that’s more than just
friendly. I crave her. But I have a championship to win, and so does she.
Then she gets her heart broken by my teammate, and I make the
foolish mistake of comforting her in the best way I know how. Our night
together sets off a string of sins.
Nobody can know about our affair, especially my
overprotective teammate. I can’t let anyone see into my greedy little heart. Not
even her.
The things I want from her, and the things we’ve already
done? If anyone knew, there’d be bombshells.
Contains: a defenseman with dreamy blue eyes, a female goalie
with bad ideas, a major battle of the sexes and a swimming pool scene...
BABY BAAAAYYYEEERRRRRRRRRRR!!!
Anton + Sylvie
LET THE FUN TIMES BEGIN! 😂
Such an adorable story!
I'm not really a hockey fan at all and this is double the hockey - but I just adore everything Sarina writes!
And just like all the other books in the Brooklyn world, this one was so sweet and fun and Brooklyn-ish and hockey-ish! I loved reading it.
Why hasn't Netflix knocked on Sarina's door yet??
Does it already have an amazingly funny and sexy Hockey Romance series? NO, it does not! There are only two ice-y things on Netflix and none of those comes anywhere close to the Brooklyn amazingness!
...and now hurry March 2022 - I need Charli & Drake's book!
Long after daylight arrives, I lay stretched out in my bed,
my eyes shut, fighting off the reality of morning.
My thighs ache, probably from yesterday’s workout. But I’m
also deliciously sore in some places I didn’t know I could be sore.
Behind my shuttered eyelids, the night isn’t over yet. If I
stay in this dreamlike place, I can relive each thrill that Anton gave me. Each
stroke of his magic hands across my bare skin.
As first times go, I realize I’ve hit the jackpot. His
obvious skill and devotion to female pleasure make me a very lucky girl.
But that wasn’t last night’s biggest surprise. It wasn’t
just the thrills and chills. It was the heady emotional journey that we seemed
to take together. His kisses tasted as hungry as mine. His touch was reverent,
his words desperate.
Maybe it’s all in my head. A girl can imagine a deep
connection that isn’t really there.
I’m a pro at that, actually.
But it felt so real. Even after the last groan and gasp had
passed, Anton’s kisses didn’t stop. As I floated down from the extreme high of
sexual pleasure, his lips continued to trace my neck, and gentle hands smoothed
over my hips and down my back.
That part—the aftermath—was just as beautiful to me. I’d
never wanted it to end.
Eventually, he’d gotten up to visit my bathroom. I’d heard
him running the sink and washing up. Then I’d braced myself for his departure.
His team began an eight-day road trip this morning. It’s not like he had a lot
of extra time to share.
But he hadn’t thrown on his clothes and left. Instead, he’d
come back to the bed, straightening out the covers we’d tossed around during
our sex fest.
Then he’d lifted the covers and slid in beside me.
Feeling blessed, I’d rolled to meet him in the middle, where
strong arms wrapped me into the sweetest embrace.
We hadn’t spoken much. I’d felt too dreamy for casual
conversation. And I don’t know what I would have found to say besides wow and
thank you and please feel free to do that again.
My silence had also prevented me from blurting out the news
that the whole experience had been a first for me. That’s nobody’s business but
mine. And Anton doesn’t need the burden of dealing with my strange life
choices.
I didn’t want him to know, because it would have changed
everything. He didn’t baby me. His brand of aggressive, bossy, emotional lust
was a real eye-opener.
But only metaphorically, because I refuse to open my eyes.
Although I’d already cheated once, when I’d rolled over to
discover that Anton had left me a note—short and sweet and just as perfect as
our night together.
Sylvie—you are a sleeping beauty. There aren’t words to
describe last night. Except maybe “Wow.” I will call you tonight. —A.B.
And there was a smiley face. When I’d read the note, that
smiley face had matched my own.
“Sylvie,” comes Fiona’s voice through the door, followed by
a knock. “Are you still in bed?”
“Yes. So?” I cover my eyes with one arm, as if the extra
barrier could prevent the day from arriving.
“Get up. We have to go to brunch.”
I search my memory for anything related to brunch and come
up empty. “Why? Shouldn’t you be at work?” I stretch lazily.
“It’s Sunday. Get up. You have twenty minutes to shower and
get dressed.”
“Or else?” I do not understand the urgency.
“Or else I will combust from all the questions I have for
you.”
Uh-oh. Fiona seems to know that I wasn’t alone in my bedroom
last night. Maybe she heard Anton leave. But I’m not about to tell the whole
team about my wild night. “It’s just going to be you and me at brunch, right?”
“If you don’t get up, I’ll start inviting other people.”
Charli & Drake!!
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