Pucked Off, an all-new STANDALONE from Helena Hunting is coming February 21st!
Pucked Off by Helena Hunting
Pucked Off by Helena Hunting
Publication Date: February 21st, 2017
Genre: Contemporary Romance
*** A
Standalone novel in The Pucked Series ***
I’m NHL
defenseman Lance Romero, AKA Lance “Romance."
I’m
notorious for parties and excess. I have the most penalty minutes in the
league. I get into the most fights. I take the most hits. I’m a player on and
off the ice. I’m the one women with no inhibitions want.
Not
because I like the notoriety, but because I don’t know how to be any other way.
I have
secrets. Ones I shared with the wrong person, and she used them against me.
Sometimes she still does. I should cut ties. But she makes it difficult, because
she’s the kind of bad I deserve.
At least
that’s what I believed until someone from my past gets caught up in my present.
She’s all the good things in this world. She lights up my dark.
I
shouldn’t want her.
But I do.
I should
leave her alone.
But I
won’t.
Excerpt
I’ve agreed to go out with Lance. On a
date. Two actually. I don’t even know what to think. I grab my purse and slip
into my jacket. As fall settles in and the temperature drops, layers are
becoming necessary.
When I return, Lance is standing at the
desk, checking his phone. He’s smiling.
“Ready to go,” I say.
He hits a couple of buttons, pockets his
phone, and turns that grin on me. “Cool.”
I lock up the clinic, and Lance walks me
across the lot. This time he doesn’t leave the usual space between us, and the
back of his hand grazes my hip.
I’m nervous when we reach my car. His
Hummer is parked right behind my Mini this time. I adjust the strap of my purse
and look up at him. Strangely, he looks as nervous as me.
He scans my face and takes a small step
closer. I can see his hand lifting in my peripheral vision. My hair is in a
ponytail, which is sitting on my shoulder. He fingers the end of it.
“Why do I always want to pull this?”
I don’t have the opportunity to answer,
because he drops his head and his lips skim my cheek.
“I want to kiss you.”
“You just did,” I whisper.
“I want do it again, but here.” His thumb
touches my bottom lip.
“Oh.”
He’s so close. His lips almost touching
mine as he asks, “Can I do that?”
“Yes, please.”
His lids grow heavy, and he kisses the
corner of my mouth. Lance strokes my cheek and rests his palm on the side of my
neck. The other hand skims the length of my arm until he reaches my fingertips.
He leans back a little, and for a second
I think it’s over before it’s even begun, but he takes my hand in his.
Uncurling my fingers, he lifts it and presses my palm against his cheek. A
full-body tremor runs through him, and his eyes drift closed. He turns his head
toward my palm, and I smooth my thumb along the contour of his bottom lip. A
deep sound comes from the back of his throat, making my skin prickle and heat
blossom in my belly.
When he opens his eyes again, the fire in
them matches the heat flooding my entire body. “Can you keep yer hand right
here?”
“If you want me to, yes.”
“I definitely do.”
He leans in and brushes his lips over
mine again. It’s soft and warm. The next time he takes my bottom lip between
his, he releases it slowly, and then does the same with the top one. When his
tongue flicks out, I might whimper. Light fingers cup my head, and I tilt it
back farther.
I part my lips, and his tongue sweeps my
mouth. His groan is low, sending a shiver down my spine. He drops the hand
that’s keeping mine pressed against his cheek. His arm winds around my waist,
and he pulls me in tight against him.
I expect the kiss to grow in intensity.
It doesn’t, though I can feel the heat building inside me. That feeling I’ve
been searching for all these years is finally back.
About the Author
NYT and USA Today bestselling author of PUCKED, Helena Hunting lives on the outskirts of Toronto with her incredibly tolerant family and two moderately intolerant cats. She's writes contemporary romance ranging from new adult angst to romantic sports comedy.
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