A Secret for a Secret, an all-new forbidden standalone hockey romance from New York Times bestselling author Helena Hunting is LIVE!

 

 

A Secret for a Secret
(All In, #3)

by Helena Hunting

 

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Blurb

From New York Times bestselling author Helena Hunting comes a new romance about trading secrets, breaking the rules, and playing for keeps.

My name is Ryan Kingston, and I’m a rule follower. I’ve never been in a fistfight. I always obey the speed limit. I don’t get drunk, and I definitely don’t pick up random women at bars.

Except the night I found out that my whole existence has been a lie.

I got drunk. And picked up a stranger.

Her name was Queenie, and she was everything I’m not: reckless, impulsive, and chaotic. We did shots and traded secrets. And ended up naked at my place.

She left me a thank-you note in the morning and her panties as a parting gift. But no way to contact her.

Six weeks later I’m sitting in the first official team meeting of the season, and there she is. I neglected to mention that I’m the goalie for Seattle’s NHL team.

And Queenie? Turns out she’s the general manager’s daughter.

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Review

4.5 stars!

Ryan Kingston, the goalie for Seattle’s hockey team, finds out a huge family secret and to blow off some steam, he goes home with Queenie, the girl he only just met in the bar. The next day she is gone and he can’t get her off his mind. Fast forward six weeks and he runs into her again. As the daughter of the team’s manager, it is made clear to the team that Queenie is off limits. King and Queenie have every intention of following the rules despite their attraction but the more time they spend together, the harder it is to stay away.

This forbidden romance is so good! King and Queenie are fantastic, well-developed characters and I adored both of them. Their story is filled with the perfect amount of sugar and spice, and humor and heart. Add in the twists that rock their world and mine, this entertaining read is a great addition to the All In series.

Queenie hasn’t had the easiest life. Though she was raised by a loving father, she has a cruel mother who pops in and out of her life and brings Queenie down with every visit. It takes a toll on her self-esteem and confidence, and I hated that Queenie had to deal with the negativity. I felt her pain and understood why she looked at her life the way she did. I wanted her happiness and was rooting for her from the beginning.

King is amazing and I loved everything about him. He is a gentleman with a kind heart. An overall good guy and rule follower, he was different from the other hockey players and I loved it. He is confident with who he is and he doesn’t give into what people expect. He stays true to his nature throughout the story and I fell hard for him, especially when I saw him with Queenie. He also has dirty side that only added another dimension to his character, and I loved that too.

Such a pretty boy. So nicely dressed, so polite. So very, very respectful. But good God, get that man’s clothes off and get him into a bed, and it’s a whole different story…I took the Boy Scout out of the polo and unleashed a very dirty man.

Queenie and King are awesome individually, as friends, and as lovers. Talk about the electric chemistry between them and the freaking sexual tension that zings off the pages. They turn up the heat and get your blood pumping from just the sizzle in the air when these two are together.

Every time Queenie and I connect, it’s like there’s energy passing between us, the kind that keeps drawing us together, making it impossible not to give in to it.

When they finally give in, they are so good as a couple. They know how to have a good time and the humor in this story is great. They are opposites but complement each other in the best possible ways. They love unconditionally and love the imperfections that each one has, and are the perfect match.

“I want all your dark secrets to be mine to keep. I want all your pieces, all the things that make you who you are. I don’t care if you think you’re bent or broken; let me love all of you.”

Sometimes the past comes back to haunt you and Queenie and King are thrown for a loop when that very things happens. There’s a bit of drama and I loved the way King dealt with the situation. He is just so wonderful! And Queenie grows a lot at the end and finally accepts her qualities. I loved how she learned to love herself and how King was there for her every step of the way.

“You are amazing and the world is at your fingertips. The sooner you realize that, the easier it will be for you to shine like you’re supposed to.”

A Secret for a Secret is a heartwarming, butterfly inducing, emotional ride that is so much fun. I loved finally getting King and Queenie’s story, and I loved seeing the other wonderful characters from the previous books in the series, as well as some Pucked cameos! Overall, I really enjoyed this one and definitely recommend it!

He’s the calm and I’m the storm.

I’d rather have her chaos than stay stuck in the calm.

*ARC generously provided by the author and Social Butterfly PR*

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Excerpt 

“You think our GM got himself an assistant?”

I follow his gaze to the front of the room. Standing at the desk with her back to us, arranging papers, is a woman with wavy chestnut hair that nearly reaches her waist. “Maybe an intern?”

She’s wearing a navy dress that conforms to her very feminine form. I trace the dip of her waist and the curve of her hip, skimming down to where the hem of her dress hits the bend in her knee. Her calves are bare, athletic, and toned, and her heels boast a little bow on the back. Classy, yet sexy. “Possibly.”

“I hope the eye candy is gonna be permanent,” someone at the table behind us says, loud enough for everyone close by to hear. 

“I wouldn’t mind if she helped me with my jockstrap,” one of the other guys chimes in, eliciting a loud chuckle from the rest of the table. 

I glance over my shoulder and pin them with an unimpressed glare. I recognize Foley from Tampa, and Dickerson is an LA trade. They’re notorious womanizers. “Watch your mouth and have some respect. That’s someone’s daughter.”

“Take it easy, King. It’s not like we’d actually say that to her face,” Foley says. 

I don’t have an opportunity to reprimand him further because the GM, Jake Masterson, and our head coach, Alex Waters, enter the room through the side door. The GM crosses over to the woman, whose back is still turned to us, and he gives her a smile that seems . . . overly warm. He leans in and squeezes her shoulder as he says something with his mouth close to her ear. 

“Maybe she’s not his assistant. Maybe she’s his new girlfriend, ’cause that looks pretty damn friendly to me.” Bishop jams a sausage link into his mouth. 

“Maybe,” I agree. 

She turns slightly, giving me a glimpse of her profile. Her cheeks are flushed pink. I blink a couple of times, because she seems incredibly familiar. 

“I think I know her,” I mumble, more to myself than to Bishop. 

“Not as well as our GM does, by the look of things.” 

It hits me like a puck in the chest without pads on. I do know her. Queenie. My one-night stand who bailed the next morning and left a Post-it and panties hanging from my doorknob. Destroyed panties. “Oh God.”

Did I sleep with the GM’s girlfriend? Memories come barreling into my brain, and I want to sink into the floor. My behavior that night was highly atypical. Everything about that night was. I chalked it up to the alcohol, the family drama, and the fact that she seemed to be a very eager and willing participant in our adventures. Do not think about the things you did to her. 

I’d be lying if I said I haven’t thought about Queenie and our night together. I’ve even considered driving by the bar where we met, but I don’t know if she’s likely to show up there. And it’s not as if I can ask the bartender about her without looking like a creep. Besides, if she wanted me to have her number, she would’ve left it. 

“Are you okay? You look like you’re about to hurl,” Bishop asks. 

I cover my mouth with my palm, not because I’m going to be ill but to hide the fact that it’s hanging open and I can’t seem to close it. Although my stomach is starting to do those awful somersaults that will soon turn into full-on nausea. The kind I used to get when I’d first hit the ice for a game. 

This is bad. Really bad. I’ve never had a one-night stand before. I’ve always been in committed relationships, and I prefer to get to know my bed partners before they actually get into bed with me. Teen pregnancy was pretty common where I grew up in Tennessee, because there wasn’t much else to do apart from playing sports or getting into trouble with drugs and alcohol—my brother, Gerald, went the latter route. I obviously fit into the sports category. By the time I became a teenager, my parents had finally learned their lesson. It was drilled into me to never become that kind of statistic, or to turn my girlfriend into a mom before she was ready to take on more than senior-level algebra. 

Ironic how my actual mother would’ve been one of those girls had my grandparents not made the choices they had. 

“King?” Bishop nudges me. “You’re staring, man.”

Jake whistles with his fingers, causing the woman beside him to cringe but then quickly school her expression into an uncertain smile. “Who’s ready for a new season?”

He’s rewarded with a chorus of cheers from the players. Waters stands off to the side, clapping enthusiastically. He generally runs all team meetings, but Jake is a hands-on GM, so he always manages first meeting intros before he hands it over to our coach.

Jake waits for everyone to settle down and take their seats before he continues. “Gentlemen, I’d like to introduce you to my personal assistant, Queenie.” He throws his arm over her shoulder and pulls her into his side. 

A hot spike of anger rushes down my spine—it’s a foreign feeling. I’m usually very level headed. But not right now. It’s obvious by the way Jake and Queenie interact that there’s a relationship there. Is she a cheater? Did she make me one? There’s a definite age gap. He’s young for a GM, but he’s in his forties, and I’m pretty sure she’s in her mid twenties. 

“She also happens to be my daughter, so don’t get any ideas, boys.” He somehow manages to wink and glare at the same time. 

And it just went from bad to worse. 

My one-night stand isn’t my GM’s girlfriend; she’s his daughter.

 

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About the Author

New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of the PUCKED series, 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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