Can your favorite hockey players finish their first season together undefeated?
Or can they? When Wes’s nosiest teammate moves in upstairs, the threads of their carefully woven lie begin to unravel. With the outside world determined to take its best shot at them, can Wes and Jamie develop major-league relationship skills on the fly?
Warning: contains sexual situations, a vibrating chair, long-distance sexytimes and proof that hockey players look hot in any shade of green.
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Panty Scorching: 5
Over All Rating: 4.5 Stars
Reviewed by Robin
Jamie and Wes have decided to give their relationship a try but keep it hidden since he’s starting his rookie season in Toronto for hockey. Unfortunately, a hockey teammate moves in the same building and drops by unannounced at all hours. Next, Jamie’s co-workers decide they should go out to a bar for drinks and hang out with women. It just keeps getting harder and harder to spend quality time together with Wes’ busy game schedule. When an unexpected incident throws their relationship a curve, will Jamie and Wes be able to continue moving forward together?
“Even as I’m holding the phone, it buzzes with a new text. It’s hard again.
I remember our joke from yesterday. How hard is it?
Hard enough to stand up and salute you.
I glance at the rink. The refs aren’t out there yet, so I still have a minute. I back up against a cinderblock wall so there’s no chance anyone else can see my phone. You gonna show me or what?
A second later the photo appears. Wes has taken the trouble to fold a small paper hat for his erection to wear. It’s grinning at me from what must be our sofa. Wes has also drawn a stick arm in salute along with a smiley face. I snort with inappropriate laughter just as I hear the ref’s whistle blow. Priceless, I text back. Miss you.
Back atcha babe.”
I suppose I imagined Wes and Jamie shooting pucks into the sunset at the end of Him. This story was amazeballs! I loved getting more of the guys after they decided to be together and seeing where it goes. Friends to lovers stories are one of my favorite types of stories and this one did not disappoint me. The boys are so good together chemistry wise but it’s surprising their communication fails. I was frustrated for the both of them that trying to keep this secret was so hard. I thought it was great to see everyone step up when the two of them needed them the most.
I think I could read more books about Wes and Jamie and never get tired of these two. The two men are adorable together, and I can only imagine how it will get better as their relationship comes out in the open.
At long last, I’m twenty paces away, then ten. Then I’m opening our door. “Hey babe!” I call out like I always do. “I made it.” I drag my duffel over the threshold, then toss my suit coat on top, abandoning these things beside the door, because all I need now is a kiss.
Only then do I notice that our apartment smells amazing. Jamie has cooked dinner for me. Again. He is the perfect man, I swear to God.
“Hey!” he calls, emerging from the hallway leading to our bedroom. He’s wearing jeans and nothing else except—and this is unusual—a beard. “Do I know you?” He gives me a sexy smile.
“I was going to ask the same thing.” I’m staring at the sandy-blond beard. Jamie has always been clean-shaven. I mean—we’ve known each other since before facial hair. He looks different. Older, maybe.
And hot as blazes. Seriously, I can’t wait to feel that beard against my face, and maybe my balls… Jesus. The blood is already rushing south, and I’ve been home fifteen seconds.
And yet I’m just stuck there in the middle of the room for a moment, because even though it’s been eight months since Jamie and I started up together, I’m still a little stunned at my own good fortune. “Hi,” I say again, stupidly.
He walks forward, his easy gait so familiar that my heart breaks a little bit. He puts his hands on my traps and squeezes the muscle there. “Don’t go away for so long. If you do that again, I’m going to have to sneak into your hotel room on the road.”
“Promise?” I ask, and it comes out like gravel. He’s close enough now that I can smell the ocean scent of his shampoo and the beer he drank while he waited for me.
“If I ever get a winning lottery ticket and a day off, I’ll do it,” he says. “Hotel sex after a game? Sounds hot.”
Now I’m measuring the distance to our sofa and counting the layers of clothes I’ll need to remove in the next ninety seconds.
About The Authors
Sarina Bowen is a USA Today bestselling author of contemporary romance and New Adult fiction from the wilds of Vermont.
The Ivy Years is her college hockey series. Centered around the hockey team at an elite Connecticut college, The Year We Fell Down began breaking hearts in March, 2014. There are three novels and a novella in the series so far. See http://www.sarinabowen.com/TheIvyYears for updates.
HIM is a bestselling sexy, sporty hockey LGBT novel co-written with Elle Kennedy.
For lovers of angsty snowboarders, Sarina also writes the Gravity series, featuring snow sports heroes.
Sarina enjoys skiing, coffee products and a nice glass of wine. She lives with her family, six chickens and more ski gear and hockey equipment than seems necessary.
She would be honored to connect with you at http://www.sarinabowen.com.
A New York Times, USA Today and Wall Street Journal bestselling author, Elle Kennedy grew up in the suburbs of Toronto, Ontario, and holds a B.A. in English from York University. From an early age, she knew she wanted to be a writer, and actively began pursuing that dream when she was a teenager.
Elle writes romantic suspense and erotic contemporary romance for various publishers. She loves strong heroines and sexy alpha heroes, and just enough heat and danger to keep things interesting!