© ✰ Bianca ✰ Janeane ✰
• 25 July 2022
• College Hockey Romance
• Hawthorne University #2
• standalone
#1 Amazon Bestselling Author Ilsa Madden-Mills delivers an all-new, enemies-to-lovers sports romance, a breathtaking tale of passion, heartbreak, and love…
Skyscraper cheekbones, lush lips, and magnetic topaz eyes.
I’m talking about Eric Hansen.
Rich prick.
Glorified hockey star.
Thinks he’s amazing.
The Golden Boy and I are well acquainted. In prep school he trampled on my heart then kept right on going.
Now, he’s living the high life with frat parties and puck bunnies at Hawthorne University. On the other hand, people barely notice me—unless I’m on stage taking my clothes off. I’m the nobody, surviving in the seedy part of town as I fight to keep my head above treacherous waters.
I’ve snubbed him for three years.
The avoidance game we’ve been playing was working—until he rescues me from a bad guy and claims he wants to help me more.
Hello. I don’t need a knight in shining armor. This girl saves herself.
Yet, I’m not sure how long I can ignore the undeniable spark between us. (It’s not even a spark; it’s a full-fledged, blazing fire.)
Can this hockey player prove he’s boyfriend material, or will our past get in the way?
This steamy romance is perfect for fans of enemies-to-lovers or second-chances. Boyfriend Material is a new adult college romance.
Reading Boyfriend Material prior to Boyfriend Bargain is helpful but not necessary.
This was an adorable college sports romance - with some very sparky and sexy and adorable moments and some very serious and heartbreaking moments.
Run to your nearest amazon for your own Eric - this one is MINE! And the hockey-house pet is mine too!
ARC received for an honest review
The college-hockey-hottie-is-a-player is not new.
The "I'm not his type of girl" is not new.
The enemies to lovers is not new
Them falling for each other is not new.
However, Boyfriend Material drew me right in and I enjoyed every second of it.
There was more depth to Eric than I expected. There's spark and snark between them, and it was great to watch them learn more about each other, and fight each other's fights.
There are great secondary characters - though there is one in particular that needs a swift kick in the bits!
Cute, fun and flirty, with a dash of heartache thrown in for good measure, this was an enjoyable read.
No. I do not have a favorite look for him, but it does show
off his ridiculous cheekbones and aristocratic, slightly bent nose.
He’s wearing jeans, gold Converse, and a HU shirt. The lion
on the front seems to glare at me—much like he is now.
I lean against the doorjamb. Be cool, be cool. “Howdy,
partner.”
He doesn’t smile. “That guy at the laundromat is scary. Stay
away from him. I mean it.”
I huff. The nerve of him to tell me what to do.
“That’s what I told you. I repeat, you could have been hurt.
Let me handle Connor.”
His arms cross. “How did you get involved with him? Are you
on drugs?”
I tuck my hands in my pockets and dip my head so he can’t
see how much his words hurt. I know I strip, no one has to remind me, but in
prep school, I was the goody-two shoes who never wavered. I had to keep my
grades up to keep my scholarship—not that I was ever invited to parties. I
wrote poetry. I drew. I daydreamed about him. “Do I look like an addict?”
His golden eyes roam over me. Assessing. “Maybe.”
My throat tingles with words I want to say but know I
shouldn’t.
The less he knows, the better.
His nose flares. “I’m trying to help you and you’re giving
me the cold shoulder. What’s wrong with you?”
I swallow thickly as I gaze at him. “Eric. Please. Being
around me will only smear your good name—”
“Stop,” he calls out, then rubs his face, his anger seeming
to deflate like a popped tire. “Don’t put yourself down like that. You’re a
person, Julia. One that people care about.”
And I want to protect those people.
I chew on my bottom lip. “You shouldn’t have interfered.”
He lets out a long sigh, gives me a searching look, goes to
leave, then stops. He reaches into his pocket and holds something up. “This is
yours, I assume.”
I stare at the ring, my lips parting. “How did you . . .?”
But he’s already out the door.
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