Pucked Off, an all-new emotional and sexy STANDALONE from Helena Hunting is LIVE!!
Pucked Off by Helena Hunting
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.
Panty Scorching: 5
Over All Rating: 4.5 Stars
Reviewed by Robin
Lance has the reputation for being a lover and a fighter. Known to run through the puck bunnies, his friends have been worried about him lately and his association with Tash. Poppy met Lance when she was young but he doesn’t seem to remember her. In fact, he was her first kiss! As things seem to get further and further out of control with Tash, Lance encounters Poppy once again and finds an unexpected calm in the storm of his life.
“I spent years burying all of the hurt and hate and fear. I found ways to deal with the ingrained expectation of violence. I did things I’m not proud of, and right now I feel like I need to atone for every single sin so I can have this gorgeous woman and deserve her.
I’m not sure how to do that. I’m still going to take her, though. As far as she’s willing to go.’”
I should be sleeping at 2:30 a.m. But instead I’ve stayed up with Lance Romance. I laughed. I cried. I wanted to drink. I can’t believe all of that was going on with Tash! Talk about a toxic and abusive relationship. This was probably the darkest of the Pucked series, but Lance’s story was so worth it. At so many points, I wanted to grab ahold of him and just give him a hug. Poppy…I’m so glad Poppy walked back into Lance’s life. She is the grounding influence he needs and I loved how she was a stable character and not one to run wild with assumptions. She also doesn’t come across as a weak female. Lance has finally found himself some true romance.
If you love funny, crazy friends and family and enjoy a sexy book, you really need to read the Pucked series. I’m in love with the entire gang and actually jump and down wanting to read Darren and Charlene’s story. Killing me! You…are…killing…me. LOL!
Armed with my clipboard, I walk down the hall to the waiting room. Lance is impossible to miss. Despite the fact that he’s wearing a sweatshirt and the hood is covering half of his face, he’s more than six feet of broad, hockey-playing man.
He’s so wide his shoulders encroach on the chairs on either side, which would explain why no one is sitting next to him. He’s slouched down so his head rests on the back of the chair, and his hands are clasped in his lap, a baseball cap hanging off one knee. His lips, plush and soft—I know since I’ve had them on mine; it might have been a decade ago, but I remember it clearly—are parted. He looks like he’s asleep.
I clear my throat. “Lance Romero?”
He doesn’t move.
Bernadette, the receptionist, gives me a meaningful look.
I clear my throat again and call his name a second time. He jolts awake and the hood falls back, exposing his face. It’s not in good shape. He has a black eye and bruises on his left cheek. There’s a fly bandage across one eyebrow.
Sadly, he’s still hot.
He blinks a few times, yawns, and smacks his lips, his tongue touching the split in the bottom one. His gaze sweeps the room and finally lands on me. Heat explodes in my cheeks and courses through my limbs, warming me from the inside out as he starts at my sneaker-clad feet and roams up over my yoga pants to my company-issued T-shirt before stopping at my face. I can’t look directly at him for more than a couple of seconds. I sincerely hope he doesn’t remember me. I cannot go there and also be professional.
I’m sure the smile he gives me has melted many a panty off a slutty bunny. Mine stay right where they’re supposed to, wedged up my ass.
I force a polite, professional veneer. “I’m ready for you now.”
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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