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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.
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.”
I
can’t remember how I found Helena’s Pucked series, but I’ve been hooked ever
since I read Alex and Violet’s story. They’re fun, they’re sexy and they hook
you from the beginning. Pucked Off is all this and so much more! Lance is so
much more than we’ve seen in the previous books. It will surprise you because
what you think you know isn’t always what’s hiding beneath that tough hockey
player exterior. I was hooked from the beginning and couldn’t put it down. It’s
worth the lack of sleep to get up close with Lance “Romance” Romero. I highly
recommend this and the other books in Helena’s Pucked series.
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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