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Blurb

The women’s league is in the house!  And Brooklyn will never be the same again for Anton Bayer and the team…

This is my last chance to ditch my playboy reputation and finally fulfill my potential. So I’ve made three rules for our biggest season yet: no boozing, no women, and no scandals.

Especially that last thing.

So who do I befriend on the very first day back at the rink? An amazing female hockey player. I want Sylvie in a way that’s more than just friendly. I crave her. But I have a championship to win, and so does she.

Then she gets her heart broken by my teammate, and I make the foolish mistake of comforting her in the best way I know how. Our night together sets off a string of sins.

Nobody can know about our affair, especially my overprotective teammate. I can’t let anyone see into my greedy little heart. Not even her.

The things I want from her, and the things we’ve already done? If anyone knew, there’d be bombshells.

 

 

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Review

5 stars

OMG, I love this book! I was so happy to be back in the Brooklyn Bruisers world, I loved the introduction to the Brooklyn Bombshells women’s team, and Anton Bayer proved to be a sensational romantic hero in this funny, sweet and sexy friends-to-lovers romance that is full of banter and chemistry, and completely captured my heart!

Anton Bayer (aka ‘Baby Bayer’) is the younger cousin of Eric (previous Bruisers player and hero of series spin-off Moonlighter, and has been a background player in this series. He is in his third year with the NHL and after a promising start, he lost himself the previous year to partying and has developed a bad reputation (not all deserved). But he has worked hard over the summer to get in shape, and he is determined to buckle down and concentrate on nothing but hockey for the coming season to get his career back on track.

Sylvie is the back-up goalie for the brand new women’s team, the Brooklyn Bombshells. She is thrilled to have the opportunity, which comes with the benefit of moving from Canada to Brooklyn and being alongside the Bruisers – which means she is reunited with her childhood friend and star of all of her romantic fantasies, who just happens to be Anton’s teammate. That turns out to be all kinds of awkward, because from the moment Antony lays eyes on Sylvie, he is smitten.

I can’t fucking breathe. Her smile lights up her eyes, which are a warm brown. She is like the living, breathing picture of female perfection.
In a goalie’s pads. Fuck me.

He quickly learns of the connection between Sylvie and his buddy, and realises that they’ll only ever be friends. Which is just as well, because they both have huge goals and a lot to prove for the season. So they become friends, training and working out together, sharing meals and laughs, and texting and joking back and forth. It’s a gorgeous friendship with a fantastic dynamic, but of course, the chemistry between them absolutely sizzles.

The physical attraction between them is there from the beginning, but the closer they become, the deeper the emotion between them grows, and I was feeling it all! And when Sylvie gets the reality check that she sorely needs, they take the chance to explore their feelings further, and OMG, it’s hot as all hell!

No other man has ever made me feel this way – like it’d walk through fire for just one more kiss.

But Bayer isn’t looking for a relationship, and Sylvie has weird ties to one of his teammates, so their situation is complicated. They have a few bumps along the way as they figure out where they stand with each other, but they can’t deny what they feel, so we get this delicious forbidden-ish situation that is a little bit angsty and full of feels. It’s so heartfelt and I could feel everything between them, and the secretive nature of it just makes it all the more exciting.

Damn. This thing between us isn’t going to just burn out. I was a fool for thinking I could walk away.

They have things to figure out, but their journey together is just gorgeous. The chemistry between them is palpable, they have so much fun, and I loved their playfulness. But underneath it all is a deep connection that is beautifully explored, and their honesty with each other through it all is fantastic.

We kiss some more, because we can’t seem to stop.
“I really like you,” she pants. “I know you’re Mr Casual and everything. I’m not expecting to pick our wedding china. But we–”
More kissing.
“We’re good together. Don’t even try to pretend it’s not true.”
Like that would even work.

I confess, I am slightly obsessed by Anton Bayer. OMG, what a brilliant romantic hero! Funny, sweet, honest and real, with a heart of gold. And he’s so damn sexy. He’s the kind of guy you would fall for so easily in real life, and I just adored him! And Sylvie is a great match for him. Strong, independent and driven, sweet and caring, she’s just the girl he needs, and the two of them are beautiful together.

Of course the rest of the Bruiser boys are a big part of the story. I loved seeing the characters that we have already met in the series, and again, the camaraderie and brotherhood between the boys is a real highlight. And I loved getting to know some of the Bombshells! They are a great bunch, with some unique personalities (and even a familiar face!), and I hope we get to see more of them in future books. I’m super excited for Drake’s book up next!

I loved this book. I laughed so many times, and I loved every moment of Anton and Sylvie’s story.

Such a great read – 5 stars!

An Advanced Review Copy was generously provided by the author in exchange for an honest review.

 

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Excerpt

Long after daylight arrives, I lay stretched out in my bed, my eyes shut, fighting off the reality of morning.

My thighs ache, probably from yesterday’s workout. But I’m also deliciously sore in some places I didn’t know I could be sore.

Behind my shuttered eyelids, the night isn’t over yet. If I stay in this dreamlike place, I can relive each thrill that Anton gave me. Each stroke of his magic hands across my bare skin. 

As first times go, I realize I’ve hit the jackpot. His obvious skill and devotion to female pleasure make me a very lucky girl.

But that wasn’t last night’s biggest surprise. It wasn’t just the thrills and chills. It was the heady emotional journey that we seemed to take together. His kisses tasted as hungry as mine. His touch was reverent, his words desperate. 

Maybe it’s all in my head. A girl can imagine a deep connection that isn’t really there. 

I’m a pro at that, actually.

But it felt so real. Even after the last groan and gasp had passed, Anton’s kisses didn’t stop. As I floated down from the extreme high of sexual pleasure, his lips continued to trace my neck, and gentle hands smoothed over my hips and down my back.

That part—the aftermath—was just as beautiful to me. I’d never wanted it to end.

Eventually, he’d gotten up to visit my bathroom. I’d heard him running the sink and washing up. Then I’d braced myself for his departure. His team began an eight-day road trip this morning. It’s not like he had a lot of extra time to share. 

But he hadn’t thrown on his clothes and left. Instead, he’d come back to the bed, straightening out the covers we’d tossed around during our sex fest. 

Then he’d lifted the covers and slid in beside me.

Feeling blessed, I’d rolled to meet him in the middle, where strong arms wrapped me into the sweetest embrace. 

We hadn’t spoken much. I’d felt too dreamy for casual conversation. And I don’t know what I would have found to say besides wow and thank you and please feel free to do that again.

My silence had also prevented me from blurting out the news that the whole experience had been a first for me. That’s nobody’s business but mine. And Anton doesn’t need the burden of dealing with my strange life choices. 

I didn’t want him to know, because it would have changed everything. He didn’t baby me. His brand of aggressive, bossy, emotional lust was a real eye-opener. 

But only metaphorically, because I refuse to open my eyes. 

Although I’d already cheated once, when I’d rolled over to discover that Anton had left me a note—short and sweet and just as perfect as our night together.

Sylvie—you are a sleeping beauty. There aren’t words to describe last night. Except maybe “Wow.” I will call you tonight. —A.B.

And there was a smiley face. When I’d read the note, that smiley face had matched my own.

“Sylvie,” comes Fiona’s voice through the door, followed by a knock. “Are you still in bed?”

“Yes. So?” I cover my eyes with one arm, as if the extra barrier could prevent the day from arriving. 

“Get up. We have to go to brunch.”

I search my memory for anything related to brunch and come up empty. “Why? Shouldn’t you be at work?” I stretch lazily. 

“It’s Sunday. Get up. You have twenty minutes to shower and get dressed.”

“Or else?” I do not understand the urgency.

“Or else I will combust from all the questions I have for you.”

Uh-oh. Fiona seems to know that I wasn’t alone in my bedroom last night. Maybe she heard Anton leave. But I’m not about to tell the whole team about my wild night. “It’s just going to be you and me at brunch, right?”

“If you don’t get up, I’ll start inviting other people.”

“No!” I throw off the comforter. “Fine. I’m getting up.”

 

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