Her

biggest fantasy is about to become a reality. . .

 

MISTER HOCKEY

Hellion’s Angels #1

Lia Riley

Releasing July 11, 2017

Avon Impulse

 

synopsis

Her biggest fantasy is about to become a reality. . .

Jed West is Mr. Hockey. The captain of the NHL’s latest winning team, the Denver Hellions—and the hottest player on the ice—at least according to every magazine. .and Breezy Angel. Breezy has been drooling over Jed at games for years, and he plays a starring role in her most toe-curling fantasies. But dirty dreams don’t come true, right?

Then Jed saunters through the doors of her library, a last minute special guest for a summer reading event, and not only is he drop dead gorgeous up close, his personality is straight up swoon-worthy. He even comes to the rescue when she has an R-rated “Super Book Worm” costume malfunction. But when he mistakenly assumes she’s more into books than pucks, she’s too flustered to correct his mistake. And then comes a big kiss, followed by a teensy-tiny problem. Jed’s dating policy is simple: Never date a fan.

So what’s a fangirl going to have to do to convince her ultimate crush that he’s become less of a perfect fantasy, and more like the perfect man. . .for her?

 

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Jed West’s stomach curdled faster than overheated hollandaise sauce as he squinted at the menu for Zachary’s, Denver’s most popular all-day breakfast hangout. Ghost-like shadows haunted the specials list, blurring the descriptions for peanut butter French toast, country fried steak benedict and sweet potato pancakes.  Ah, shit. Not fucking now. There went the prices too–the dollar signs and numbers blurring until barely legible.

No point blinking. He knew the drill. Jaw tight, he reached for his orange juice, took a swig and waited. Short bouts of double vision had dogged him ever since Game Seven, the pattern the same. After a minute or two, his focus would snap back to normal as if nothing had happened. Until then, he needed to follow one of coach’s favorite axioms: “Suck it up, Buttercup.”

Who cared about the damn menu anyway? He pushed it to one side, having already ordered the “Manwich”, chorizo and eggs smashed between a jalapeno cheddar biscuit–the kind of breakfast that wanted to kill you in the best kind of ways–and crunched ice. Too bad the cubes didn’t pass on their chill, because this. . .situation for lack of a better word, was getting under his skin and it shouldn’t.

No–Scratch that. It couldn’t.

Unexplained double vision wasn’t a walk in the park, but facts were facts. And the ugly truth was that if he didn’t quit batting his lashes like Scarlett O’Hara with a fly in her skirt, The Post’s toughest sports columnist would glance up from across the table, mistake his tic for a cheesedick wink, and go Lord of the Flies on his nut sack.

At least for the moment, Neve Angel was occupied. She hunched over her digital voice recorder, dark bangs obscuring her sharp gaze as she fiddled with the control settings. Her lips moved to the upbeat Buddy Holly song piping over the sound system while she plucked a mic from her messenger bag. His vision came back online in time for him to read the orange button pinned to the front.

Had a Ball at The Rock Creek Testicle Festival.

Christ, looked to be an authentic souvenir too.

Slamming his knees together, he forced a grin, the one that had potential endorsements lined up around the block, eager for him to shill everything from vitamin infused coconut water to shaving cream. He unwrapped the paper napkin from around the fork and knife, and began tearing the corner into neat strips.

No doubt the eye thing was fatigue-related, an inevitable toll from the grueling NHL season and subsequent hard-fought playoffs. Everything would be all right in the end. If it wasn’t all right, it wasn’t the end.

“You plan on telling me what’s up with Mount Napkin Shreds?” Neve leaned her elbows on the recycled wood tabletop, a signal they were shifting into interview mode. Her brows arched beneath her thick-cut bangs. “Nervous about being in the hot seat, princess?”

“Yeah, terrified,” he answered laconically, not missing a beat. Hiding his true feelings behind a mask of confidence was a reflex; it came with the territory of having the “C” stitched on the front of his jersey. A good captain never showed fear to an opponent. “A jackal’s bark is worse then it’s bite.”

“Jackal? Don’t tell me you’re using Gunnarisms now.” She rolled her eyes. “And I’d so wanted to enjoy my bagel without gagging.”

The Hellions Head Coach, Tor Gunnar, had a reputation for dismissing the press as “jackals.” He fostered a tense relationship with journalists, in particular, the tiny woman sitting opposite. Neve had run a piece on his divorce a few years ago. He retaliated by refusing to call on her during press conferences. Neve hit back with increasingly critical op-eds. Their mutual enmity had devolved to the stuff of local legend.

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If you are looking for a sexy romance sprinkled with humor, a loveable, funny heroine, and a truly swoonworthy hero, then Mr. Hockey is the perfect book for you! I LOVED it!!!!

Breezy Angel appears to be a normal woman. A woman anybody would love to have her as her BFF! She is a children’s librarian and loves her books! That right there made me adore her. But, she isn’t just normal, she is extraordinary. Her name truly fits her. Her personality comes alive! She also has a major crush on Jed West, Mr. Hockey, the captain of NHL team, the Denver Hellions. And, who wouldn’t crush on this sex god? The star of her fantasies becomes her star guest for her children’s reading hour after his coach isn’t able to make it. One thing leads to another and the day ends with the two of them in a hot and heavy make out session in her living room! Jed really tries to get her out of his head, but it’s impossible, so he decides to get to know her better.

As they spend more time together, she discovers that he isn’t just her celebrity fantasy but an actual man. He does fix-it jobs, makes her laugh, and a heart of gold rests underneath that sexy exterior. More importantly, he makes her feel good about herself. She doesn’t feel like the woman who doesn’t measure up to her sister. He sees her for who she is and likes what he sees. She makes him feel normal. He isn’t Jed West, Mr. Hockey. He’s just Jed!

“For so long he’d fought tooth and nail to be extraordinary. The best of the best. A champion. But an ordinary heart beat in his chest, one who yearned for simple things. A home, not a high-rise condo with a fridge empty except for beer and protein shakes.”

The two of them have an amazing chemistry, as Breezy says, “a mad-scientist-crackling-in-the-laboratory insane” chemistry. That definitely leaps off the pages creating lots of butterflies in the stomach! Even their innocent encounter in her kitchen talking about a mixer was crackling with sexual tension! What makes their romance perfect is the sweetness to it. These two are constantly trying to live up to their parents’ expectations and always somehow falling short. When they are together, no of that matters.

Of course, there is some angst, Jed has some health issues going on. Plus, he DOES NOT date fans, so you know there is going to be repercussions when he finds out that Breezy is his number one fan! Can Breezy prove to him that he so much more than that, and she loves him for who he is, not Mr. Hockey? You can bet your bottom dollar it’s worth the ride to see this couple get their HEA! Great story with great characters!!!!

 

abou-the-author

After studying at the University of Montana-Missoula, Lia Riley scoured the world armed only with a backpack, overconfidence and a terrible sense of direction. She counts shooting vodka with a Ukranian mechanic in Antarctica, sipping yerba mate with gauchos in Chile and swilling fourex with stationhands in Outback Australia among her accomplishments.

 

author-interview

Q&A with Lia Riley

A la Twitter style, please describe your book in 140 characters or less.

Curvy, nerdy librarian gets a chance to score with her fantasy crush, the captain of the Denver hockey team.

What did you enjoy most about writing this book?

I really enjoyed two things about writing this book: Breezy Angel and Jed West. I have always loved the trope about the so-called “ordinary” person who falls for a celebrity who in turn views them as nothing short of “extraordinary.” Probably one of the reason that Notting Hill is one of my all-time favorite movies. I wanted Jed to be alpha in the bedroom and obviously an amazingly talented athlete, but I didn’t want to right him as a one-dimensional “bro.” Instead, I wanted him to be a good guy, someone supportive of team mates and his woman. A natural leader who thrives by building up those around him, most importantly his lady. And as for Breezy, I wanted to write a woman who wasn’t drop-dead model perfect. I don’t know women like that in real life, and I want to see people in line around me at the grocery store get a chance to have their own swoony, earth-shattering happy ever after moments too!

Can you tell us about your upcoming book?

I am so excited for readers to get their hands on Book Two in the Hellions Angels series. Head Coach is coming out on November 21st and features (wait for it) Hellions Head Coach, Tor Gunnar and his enemies-to-lovers relationship with determined sports journalist Neve Campbell. There is hate kissing, a bet over a game of air hockey and a fake date to a wedding. Also, it’s one of the sexiest books I’ve ever written.

And don’t forget about Virgin Territory about the team goalie who is not only an almost-priest who was kicked out of seminary school, but also has a reputation for brawling. Plus he may or may not be a virgin hero.

If you had a theme song, what would it be?

Don’t Stop Believing by Journey…because I’m mostly an optimist, plus I would take immense satisfaction creating ear worms every where I went.

If you had to title your own life what would it be and why?

Did I Leave the Stovetop On?: A Lia Riley Story

 

Top Five Sexy Hockey Players

By Lia Riley

We all know hockey players are hot as puck. Here are five NHL players I’d love to have a face off with, and by face off I mean stare at and drool over. Who are your favorite hockey gods? Tell me in the comments, bonus point if you link to a pic ☺

In no particular order because all get two solid thumbs up:

  • Joffrey Lupul, Left winger for Toronto Maple Leafs (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joffrey_Lupul). He likes to play the guitar too, so not only is he pretty, he can also croon you a love song. Plus that jaw bone could cut glass.

Darnell Nurse, Defenceman for the Edmonton Oilers (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Darnell_Nurse). Not only is he 6’3 of pure yum, he also roots for his sister who plays basketball for Team Canada. That makes him a hero in my book!

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