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Confessions of a Former Puck Bunny
Confession #1: I used to be a puck bunny, but after a
hockey player broke my heart, I gave up all things hockey. Now I'm just focused
on finding a way to pass my math class so I can graduate college.
Confession #2: Ryder "Ox" Maddox's deep, sexy
voice sends fuzzy tingles through my entire body, and I'm powerless to stop it.
Which is a big problem since the hot, surprisingly funny hockey player is my
new math tutor.
Confession #3: I can't stop thinking about how ripped
Ryder is from all his hockey training, and how fun it'd be to cross lines with
him.
Confession #4: I kissed a hockey player and I liked it.
Confession #5: If I'm not careful, I might relapse and
fall for Ryder, and then I'll be totally pucked.
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Excerpt
“So,
how was the game?” Lindsay asked.
I
peered into her big brown eyes—they weren’t as focused as usual, more
unguarded. But I worried the wrong words would still erect barriers, and I
didn’t want to lose this more uninhibited version of her. “For tonight, how
about I’m just your math tutor?”
The
corner of her mouth twisted up. “You’re going to teach me math on the dance
floor?”
“Sure.”
I drew her closer, until her body was flush with mine, took a step and
whispered, “One, two…” Another step. “Three.” I grabbed her hand, spun her in a
circle, and dipped her.
She
gripped my biceps with her free hand and tipped her head all the way back, her
hair nearly brushing the floor. She laughed, full out, and when I pulled her
into my arms, the impact of her unguarded smile kicked me in the gut. “That’s
not math. That’s just counting, and even as drunk as I am, I know how to do
that. Those dance moves on the other hand…” Her hands drifted up my arms and
rested on my shoulders. “Where’d a guy like you learn those?”
The
truth involved being “prepped” for political events that I hated, but I didn’t
want to get into how my mom used me as her golden boy prop to help advance her
campaign. Instead I used the hand on Lindsay’s back to press her tighter
against me, soaking in her warmth and curves. “I like your laugh. Your smile,
too.”
She
reached up and touched the pads of her fingertips to my lips. My breath caught
in my throat as a zing shot from her touch to the center of my chest. “I like
your smile, too.”
A
crease formed between her eyebrows. “But I’m not supposed to be telling you
that. I probably shouldn’t be dancing with you, either.”
“Is
that right?” I slid my thumb underneath the hem of her shirt, stroking the spot
where I’d seen ink that first night I’d tutored her in the math lab. “I won’t
tell if you won’t.”
She
dazedly shook her head. “I had a plan. But it’s a bit fuzzy—I used to be able
to drink that much vodka, but now, not so much. I know I was supposed to be
looking for…someone. Someone else whose smile I don’t like as much.”
“That
sounds like a shitty plan, one that would make me have to hurt that someone
else.” I splayed my hand on her back and pressed her closer, working to repress
the overwhelming possessive streak that took hold for the second time tonight.
“Better stick to dancing with me.”
“No,
but look, I had really good reasons…” She blinked and seemed to lose track of
what she’d been saying. “But whenever I’m with you, my thoughts crash into each
other and how am I supposed to think straight when I can feel your hard muscles
pressed up against me?”
That
confession encouraged me to eradicate every last inch of space, and between the
feel of her curves and the way her breath hitched, my muscles weren’t the only
thing that was hard.
Catch Up On the Series!
Getting Lucky Number Seven
What's your lucky number?
Lyla Wilder is done being the shy, chemistry nerd extraordinaire. While every other college student is out having fun, Lyla is studying. With her cat. Well, she's played it "safe" quite enough, thank you. So she creates a "College Bucket List"―with item #7 being a night of uninhibited, mind-blowing sex...
Lyla Wilder is done being the shy, chemistry nerd extraordinaire. While every other college student is out having fun, Lyla is studying. With her cat. Well, she's played it "safe" quite enough, thank you. So she creates a "College Bucket List"―with item #7 being a night of uninhibited, mind-blowing sex...
But she needs some help from her man-whore best friend.
Hockey player Beck Davenport thought Lyla's transformation would be subtle. Man, was he wrong. With every item she ticks off, Beck finds himself growing seriously hot for his sweet, brainiac best friend. And if he's not careful, he'll end up risking their friendship in order to convince Lyla that he might just be her lucky #7.
Anatomy of a Player
This bad boy is about to get played…
After getting her heart broken by a player again, Whitney Porter is done with men. She's focusing on her future career and her first assignment at the college newspaper: Posing as a sports writer for an exposé on the extra perks jocks receive. But Hudson Decker, the bad boy of the hockey team, is about to test her resolve. To keep herself from breaking her no-sex rule with the temptingly tattooed athlete, she decides to use him for a side project: Anatomy of a Player, to help Whitney—and women everywhere—spot a player, learn what makes him tick, and how to avoid falling for one.
After getting her heart broken by a player again, Whitney Porter is done with men. She's focusing on her future career and her first assignment at the college newspaper: Posing as a sports writer for an exposé on the extra perks jocks receive. But Hudson Decker, the bad boy of the hockey team, is about to test her resolve. To keep herself from breaking her no-sex rule with the temptingly tattooed athlete, she decides to use him for a side project: Anatomy of a Player, to help Whitney—and women everywhere—spot a player, learn what makes him tick, and how to avoid falling for one.
With his life spiraling out of control, Hudson Decker's looking for a distraction. When his teammates bet him that he can't land the gorgeous but prickly new reporter, he accepts the challenge, boasting he'll have her in bed by the end of the semester. But Whitney is so much more than Hudson expected, and soon enough, he's in too deep. The last thing he needs is another complication, but staying away isn't an option. One thing's for certain: this girl totally throws him off his game.
Crazy Pucking Love
I just met the girl of my dreams.
Megan Davenport is funny and smart, and she’s as much of an insomniac as I am. She’s also my team captain’s little sister, which I only found out after our passionate kiss.
Megan Davenport is funny and smart, and she’s as much of an insomniac as I am. She’s also my team captain’s little sister, which I only found out after our passionate kiss.
Megan is completely off-limits—her brother makes that very clear—and I know better than to think I can keep a relationship going during hockey season anyway. But that doesn’t mean we can’t be late-night friends, right?
The only problem is, love makes you do crazy things, like breaking all the rules.
Giveaway!!!
About the Author
Cindi
Madsen is a USA Today bestselling
author of contemporary romance and young adult novels. She sits at her computer
every chance she gets, plotting, revising, and falling in love with her
characters. Sometimes it makes her a crazy person. Without it, she’d be even
crazier. She has way too many shoes, but can always find a reason to buy a
pretty new pair, especially if they’re sparkly, colorful, or super tall. She
loves music and dancing and wishes summer lasted all year long. She lives in
Colorado (where summer is most definitely NOT all year long) with her husband
and three children.
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