Mar 20 2017 2:00pm
Hot on Ice Sampler #6: Hockey Romances by Robin Covington, Andie J. Christopher, and Christi Barth
The New Orleans Cajun Rage professional hockey team just won the Cup. No one thought they’d do it: they were a team of shoulda beens, never coulda beens and a star or two. They’d only been in the Crescent City for three years before this year’s Cinderella run that had them skating off the ice with the championship. Over the following summer, each player gets to keep the Cup for a day. Nobody knows why, but whoever has the Cup falls in love.
USA Today Bestsellers Robin Covington, Kimberly Kincaid, Nana Malone and Virginia Nelson, Publisher’s Weekly Bestseller Angi Morgan, along with Xio Axelrod, Christi Barth, Andie J. Christopher, Avery Flynn, Kim Golden, Lena Hart, Desiree Holt, Robin Kaye, Katie Kenyhercz, Heather Long, Kate Meader, Susan Scott Shelley, and Misty D. Waters bring you 18 romances with smoking hot heroes—both on and off the ice.
Get a sneak peek at Hot on Ice: A Hockey Romance Anthology (available March 21, 2017) with an exclusive excerpt of a selected scene from three books in the collection.
Free Agent by Robin Covington
“I'm happy. It's exactly what I wanted,” I corrected myself. “It's more money than I ever thought they'd give me. They gave me almost all of my demands. My agent is stunned.”
“I'm not,” he leaned in to kiss me lightly, his sexy mouth spreading into a wide smile against my lips. “They'd be crazy not to keep you.”
And just as fast as it had arrived, his grin faded and the knowledge of what we could not have brought down the mood in the room. And the unspoken question of why he wasn’t going to keep me . . . and vice versa.
“I don't know how we would make it work,” I said, throwing a huge spotlight on the questions silently pinging back and forth between us. I didn't expect him to have a solution but a part of me hoped that he would, that he was just waiting for me start the conversation. I didn't even try to ease back on the frustration hardening the edges of every one of my words. “I've never even had a long-term relationship so I don't know how to do this in-or-out of the same zip code.”
“You're going to have so much on your plate. A new town. The kids at the center, a new job . . .”
“I know it's not the right time. ”
“I wish it was,” he whispered. “But it isn't.”
And there was really nothing else to say. We both knew that this was not the right time to start this. Long distance was a bitch and I had no idea what my new life was going to look like. No idea if it had room for Etienne.
“Cher . . .”
I used the word he'd spoken in the dark last night, against my skin, sighed into a kiss, shouted on the wave of his coming. I didn't say it with the same sexy, lilt of NOLA as Etienne but all I was feeling made up for it.
Leaning in I took his mouth, wasting no time to press my tongue inside and taste the now-familiar spice of Etienne. It wasn't the hungry kiss of last night but it was just as hot. Just slower and deeper as we lingered over saying goodbye.
He moaned and wrapped his hand around my neck, pulling me down and allowing not even a breath of distance between us. I surrendered to his demand because it mirrored my own want. I couldn't believe I was voluntarily walking away from this man. I was a total moron. It was the right thing to do but also epically stupid. The only thing that made it bearable was the knowledge that he was feeling the same thing.
We broke apart, panting breaths and swollen mouths and a metric fuck-ton of regret on our shoulders. When he rose from the couch and walked to the door to head down to catch a ride back to Ryker’s place, I had to know.
“Hey, you regret any of this weekend?”
He smiled, the big one that I liked to think was just for me. “Not a minute of it.”
And then he walked out and I let him go.
Full Contact by Andie J. Christopher
“You took a shower.”
She let out a laugh against his chest, which reverberated through his shirt, into his skin. “I figured it would be no good if your first time happened with me smelling like fish.”
“Going gentle on me?” He ran his hands over her shoulders and down her waist, settling in the dip above her ass. The last thing he wanted her to be was gentle. From the second they’d met, he’d craved more of her sarcasm, more of the fire and flirtation.
“Isn’t that how I’m supposed to do a deflowering?”
He laughed. Today at the Temperance, she’d let him see a glimpse of her softer embers. He wanted that, too. But he didn’t need her to be gentle.
“What’s in the bag?”
She pulled back and finally took her hands out of her pockets. A couple of strands of her hair stuck to his sweater, and he tucked them behind her ear as she moved away from him. Now that he had her alone, he wouldn’t stop touching her. Not unless she asked.
She held the bag open for him. “Food.” He recognized some of the appetizers from the wedding. Those would be good. Later. “And condoms.”
He’d already thought of that, but didn’t want to have them hanging out on the coffee table. He’d never really talked booty call protocol with his friends or teammates. They were usually caught up with giving him a hard time. He walked over to the end table where he’d stowed them, opened the drawer, and held up his box.
Dahlia laughed, and some of her apprehension seemed to float away, out of the cottage. “We’re quite a pair, aren’t we?”
She blushed, and he liked how that made him feel. Still, he wasn’t quite sure what to say. At the wedding, when he’d been trying to convince her to come to him, the words had come out easily. He was ready with fantasies of what he would do with her given the chance, but he didn’t have anything now.
“Do you want some food?” He stuffed his hands in the pockets of his jeans.
“I can’t even look at any of this right now.” She walked toward the kitchen and opened the fridge. When she’d stowed the food, she stood up and took off her jacket.
She wore leggings and a dark flannel shirt over boots. Somehow, that was sexier to him than any short skirt.
“Come here.” The hard gravel that came out with his words surprised him. Dahlia grimaced, but came closer. “Sorry.”
“What for?” Her eyes flashed at him, and her mouth curved into a saucy smile. Her voiced lowered, she said, “You might not know it, but you know what you want. And I like that.”
“You do?” He’d always thought that what he liked in his head would be off-putting to most women. He wasn’t about to try to talk her into whips and chains or anything, but controlling Dahlia in bed got him going in a major way.
His skin heated, and she reached out and touched his face. Just that touch sent a spark right through to his dick. He bent his head and took her lips, and she melted into his body like ice.
Check My Heart by Christi Barth
“That was a long way of saying that you are special. And I like to watch you skate, because it’s possibly the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
Kurt threw back his head and laughed. It was a deep, masculine sound that stirred things inside her. “That’s why you wanted me to bring you here tonight? To ogle me?”
“Hope you enjoyed yourself, then, because that part of the evening is over. I agreed to bring you to my work…” He waggled his eyebrows. Fine. She got that it was a little bit weird to ask him to go to his workplace on a date. But she didn’t regret it for a second. “Because I wanted to skate with you.”
Instead of opening the door in the wall between them, Kurt reached over it. He put his hands on her waist and just lifted her over like she weighed no more than a feather pillow.
Wow. That, right there, was almost enough foreplay for her. For the whole night.
He set her on the ice but didn’t let go until her ankles stopped wobbling and caving in enough to keep her upright. “Guess I should ask the big question. Lisette, can you ice-skate?”
“Yes. Sort of. I did it once. On a trip over winter break in college to Chicago. They had a rink set up right near the big silver bean sculpture on the lakefront. I got to the point where I could let go of the rail and make it…well, near the center of the ice.”
“Practically a pro,” he teased. But the twinkle in his eyes faded immediately. “Here’s the thing: I won’t let you fall. Do you trust me?”
Omigosh. How could she not? How could anyone not trust him with the intensity of those glacial-blue eyes focused on them? It was so easy to see the promise in Kurt’s eyes. It was so easy to read more into that promise than just a vow not to let her butt land on the ice. Easy to imagine—to hope—that his question of trust went far deeper. That it implied so much more between them.
But it was foolish to make an assumption like that.
Almost as foolish as imagining that she could just turn off all the feelings he stirred up in her.
“Of course I do,” Lisette breathed out on a sigh, letting go of all the churning thoughts in her head.
Kurt wrapped her hand around his arm, then covered it with his own wide palm. He pushed off smoothly. Lisette’s start was more of a jerk. But quickly she fell into his rhythm, because Kurt kept his strides shorter, to match her own. He kept the pace slow for her. And she was able to just relax. Not be consumed with worry about keeping her balance, because she knew Kurt would keep her upright.
Skating with him was like dancing. Graceful. Close. Intimate. Utterly romantic. There was even music playing. It was more of a pounding bass with a driving, sexy beat, but it still gave them a soundtrack. One she’d always remember.
After he left.
Copyright © 2017 by Robin Covington, Andie J. Christopher, and Christi Barth
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A USAToday bestseller, Robin Covington loves to explore the theme of fooling around and falling in love in her books. Her stories burn up the sheets. . .one page at a time. When she’s not writing she’s collecting tasty man candy, indulging in a little comic book geek love, hoarding red nail polish and stalking Chris Evans.
Andie J. Christopher writes edgy, sexy, funny contemporary romance. The first book in the One Night in South Beach series, Stroke of Midnight, releases in early 2017. She’s usually posting man candy and pictures of her French bulldog on Twitter, Instagram (@authorandiej), and Facebook (www.facebook.com/authorandiej).
Christi Barth earned a Masters degree in vocal performance and embarked upon a career on the stage. A love of romance then drew her to wedding planning. Ultimately she succumbed to her lifelong love of books and now writes contemporary romance. Christi lives in Maryland with her husband.