Genre: Contemporary Romance
Published: September 8th, 2014
Published: September 8th, 2014
Jude Sinclair here, hockey player for the Bellevue Bullies and lover of all ladies. Hockey’s in my blood, and not to sound full of myself, but I’m good at it…really good. The draft is within my reach—it’s mine to take—but that’s not the only reason people know my name. They know me because of my way with women. They know the score, and I aim to please. I just tend to stay away from repeat performances. In other words, I don’t do relationships beyond my family and friends. I’m happy with life. However, I should warn you that my story and how I see it playing out is about to change due to a certain redhead on campus.
She’s beautiful. Stunning. Breathtaking.
She’s my game changer.
He’s trouble from the moment I see him. I don’t know what I’m thinking, but from the moment I meet his gaze, I’m his. It’s a scary feeling.
I’ve never trusted anyone outside my aunt and uncle—and even that took months. I didn’t have it easy growing up. My mom was usually strung out, and she didn’t give me a second thought. Drugs and the men who paid her were more important to her. It was horrible, but I’m stronger today. Because of my past, security is what I need most. Money assures me that I can take care of myself today, tomorrow, and next month. I don’t want to ever be hungry or go without again, so I work hard for every penny.
Oh, by the way, I’m Claire Anderson. I’m a hard-studying sophomore at the University of Bellevue, dancer for the school dance team, and a burlesque dancer at a club, but that’s my secret.
You may think you know how our story ends, but you have no clue. It’s not easy falling in love… or living happily ever after. At first it may seem so, but when is anything worth having ever won without a fight?
Especially when you’re boarded by love.
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I can still taste her on my lips.
I swear. The taste hasn’t left me
since I kissed her less than twenty-four hours ago, neither has the hard-on.
She has me completely wound-up tight, whacking off till my dick is raw and
wishing like hell to get in her pants. When I walked in to find her in only a
sports bra and shorts that should be illegal… Well, I’m surprised I’m still vertical.
God, she is fucking hot.
Her long red hair is in a mess on
top of her head with a cute little black bow at the base. She stands with such
amazing confidence while the other girls cover their stomachs with their arms
or slouch to the side, but not Claire. No, she stands proud, beautiful, and
man, I just want to rush over there and touch her again. I still can’t believe
she kissed me senseless then ran off without a second glance. While I don’t
mind being used, I wasn’t done.
I need her. On me. Beneath me.
Anywhere on me. Now.
I can’t
take my eyes off her. I’m supposed to be watching some girl dance, but there is
no way. Not with Claire in the room. She stands with the brunette from her
Facebook. She’s even prettier in person, but she holds no candle to Claire.
Hell, no one does. I watch as they talk, and the love just shines out of the
brunette’s body for her. It’s crazy to watch. It reminds me of my mom’s love,
and I figure it’s her mom. I need to ask because I have to know. I don’t know
what it is about this feisty little redhead, but I want to know her ins and
outs. Then I want to sleep with her. Continually. And then some more.
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About the Author
When not rooting for her beloved Nashville Predators, she’s probably going to her husband’s and son’s hockey games and her daughter’s dance competitions, taking pictures, scrapbooking, or reading the latest romance novel.
Toni Aleo is the author of the Nasvhille Assassins series: Taking Shots, Trying to Score, Empty Net, Falling for the Backup, and Blue Lines.
She lives in the Nashville area with her husband, two children, and a bulldog. Read more about Toni here.
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