A
steamy romance between a player and a referee breaks all the rules but will it
destroy their careers?
Five different cities in eight years — Logan’s never had the chance to settle
in one place. He’s the guy who fills in gaps on teams as a temporary fix and is
traded at year’s end because no one wants to keep a thirty-year-old rental
after he’s outlived his usefulness. When he’s called up to the Rebels, he knows
it’s his last run in the NHL. Now, he must decide if it’s worth carrying on
with the weight of his secrets around his neck for one more year. He’s never
had a love that mattered, his career is nearly done, his ex-wife is remarrying,
his sex life is drier than a desert, and abruptly, Logan’s had enough. He
craves one night to ease the frustration, and hooks up with someone tall, dark,
and dangerous in the bathroom of a club. The sex is off the charts, but it’s
one and done, until Logan realizes exactly who he slept with and understands
how dangerous it is to play games with secrets.
Being a referee is in Webber’s blood, and it’s a job he loves. Sure, sometimes
he’s called dirty names—by fans, coaches, and players—or must insert himself
between two massive men trying to pummel each other. Some nights, he’s knocked
on his ass. Other times, he might take a puck to a tender spot. But despite all
the hazards and name calling, there is no place he wants to be than on the ice.
If only his love life was as settled. It’s hard to find someone willing to put
up with his travel schedule, and even if he found Mr. Right, how would he
juggle a romance when he’s never home? A chance hookup while officiating a game
in Boston should be a simple matter of scratching that itch, but he couldn’t be
more wrong. Unfortunately, that one-night stand—while memorable—turns his
sedate life upside down in ways he could’ve never foreseen. When the penalty
for love is losing everything he’s worked hard for, is it a price he’s willing
to pay?
Don’t miss our reviews of other books in the Boston Rebels series!
For book two, Back Check, click HERE.
For book three, Snowed, click HERE.
For book four, Royal Lines, click HERE.
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“Samuel Adams, please, draft, and a menu?” I asked. He nodded, moved off to pull me a beer and grab a menu. Raking my fingers through my short, damp brown hair I settled in, looked to the left, and saw one of the most gorgeous men I’d ever seen before, staring at me as if I were a bacon cheeseburger and he was just coming out of a meat-free Lent drought. Gorgeous lower half of his face, anyway. He wet his lips. My pecker perked up instantly. I barely noticed the beer and menu that appeared in front of me. The bartender, who was probably used to seeing men drooling on his bar, moved off to tend to his other customers. “Evening,” I said because I was smooth and suave that way.
“Hey,” he replied, his voice deep as the ocean depths. He was dirty blond, big, and inked. Also, a little younger than me. Not by eons or anything, but maybe early thirties. He had a rugged face, a nose that was wider and perhaps a wee bit crooked. Incredibly lush lips and one hell of a strong jaw. Dark blue eyes. That nose/jaw combo was a real standout. His face was rough and masculine, but he’d not be appearing on the cover of any high-fashion magazine. The man was not a fashionable waif. He was a bruiser. And just my type. His mask was purple with sequins. Very flashy for a man who didn’t strike me as the flashy type, but then again, what did I know about him other than my dick was into his vibe. “You here for food or something else?”
My dick was standing at attention. Okay then, the straightforward type. “I’m here for whatever the night brings me.”
He gave me a smile that could have jarred Satan. Talk about sinful. “Yeah, same.” With that announcement, he slid from his stool, adjusted his cock, which looked like a thick hunk of meat pressing against the zipper of his jeans, and then sauntered off. I sat there overwhelmed, not only at the quickness of finding a willing fuck, but at the potential sheer size of that man’s cock. His ass was a work of perfection. Meaty as hell. Damn this bar was a treasure trove! Why had I not googled gay bars in Boston when I was here before?! He paused at the end of a dark hallway, bathroom signs lit above his head, and gave me that look. That look that scorched all my nerve receptors aside from the ones that led to my crotch. He walked off into the dimly lit corridor.
The bartender cleared his throat. I glanced at him, waiting with a pencil and pad in his hand.
“I have to go wash up first,” I lied like a motherfucking rug.
“Uh-huh.” He placed the pad back into his front pocket and went to make cocktails.
Ruthie
– ☆☆☆☆
This is the sixth book in this series, but also brings in friends from other
hockey teams who we know and love! I would recommend you read all the goodness,
but should you choose to start here, you can definitely still enjoy the story
as a standalone.
I really enjoyed this completely new-to-me take on the illicit romance. One
which calls into question ethics on a large scale, and inevitably involves more
than just in-house politics... this could be huge! The referees and linesmen in
a hockey story tend to be overlooked, or the cause of a wrong call against our
favourite player, but here, one of them is front and centre of a player's mind
and emotions – and vice versa... Wow!
I loved how we get to read their differing viewpoints yet can see their hearts
and integrity, as well as their lust and passion. Really engaging, sexy, and
fun read.
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Today bestselling author RJ SCOTT has written over one hundred and fifty
romance books. Emotional stories of complicated characters, cowboys, single
dads, hockey players, millionaires, princes, bodyguards, Navy SEALs, soldiers,
doctors, paramedics, firefighters, cops, and the men who get mixed up in their
lives, always with a happy ever after.
She lives just outside London and spends every waking minute she isn’t with
family either reading or writing.
The last time she had a week’s break from writing, she didn’t like it one
little bit, and she has yet to meet a box of chocolates she couldn’t defeat.
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V.L. LOCEY loves worn jeans, yoga,
belly laughs, walking, reading and writing lusty tales, Greek mythology, the
New York Rangers, comic books, and coffee. (Not necessarily in that order.)
She shares her life with her husband, her daughter, one dog, two cats, a flock
of assorted fowl, and two Jersey steers.
When not writing spicy romances, she enjoys spending her day with her menagerie
in the rolling hills of Pennsylvania with a cup of fresh java in hand.
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