Blurb
One look and I
know… this chick hates me.
I should walk away, find some puck bunny to gleefully sit on my lap and tell me what a big, hot, hockey stud I am--totally true, BTW. But there’s just something about this feisty redhead I can’t let go. She’s got an edge to her that’s sexy as hell and a smart mouth that’s been tying me up since the night I met her.
She tells me to forget it, we’re not happening. But this isn’t the kind of woman a guy ever forgets. Especially when the air starts to sizzle and pop every time we get within ten feet of each other. She’s in my head and under my skin, and all I can think about is the way she looked at me that one time. Like she already knew how it could be between us.
I’m not the kind of guy a girl like her takes home… But maybe I want to be.
I should walk away, find some puck bunny to gleefully sit on my lap and tell me what a big, hot, hockey stud I am--totally true, BTW. But there’s just something about this feisty redhead I can’t let go. She’s got an edge to her that’s sexy as hell and a smart mouth that’s been tying me up since the night I met her.
She tells me to forget it, we’re not happening. But this isn’t the kind of woman a guy ever forgets. Especially when the air starts to sizzle and pop every time we get within ten feet of each other. She’s in my head and under my skin, and all I can think about is the way she looked at me that one time. Like she already knew how it could be between us.
I’m not the kind of guy a girl like her takes home… But maybe I want to be.
Unfreakingbelievable.
Ducking around a
corner, I press my back to the wall and suck one shaky breath after another
until the spots behind my eyes finally clear, along with any wayward thoughts
about a third Slayers hockey player needing a bed in the ER.
I can’t believe it.
After all these years.
Quinn O’Brian.
Two feet in front of
me. Giving me that same smile. The one that put my belly into free fall the
first time I saw it. Left me breathless. And then less than a day later, left
me humiliated. Devastated. Working up fantasies about the wrath I’d rain down
on him if I ever saw him again.
So much for that
badassery. My knees barely held me when I looked up to find those stupid
sea-green eyes twinkling back at me like some Disney hero come to life.
Stupid eyes.
Stupid shoulders and
muscles-everywhere body.
Stupid sandy blond
hair standing up like some foolish girl just had her hands in it for the last
hour.
And that
introduction.
Blowing out a
breath, I shake my head.
He didn’t even
recognize me. Though why I ever thought he might is beyond me. Six years later
and I’m still reading more into that night than there ever was. More into those
soul-deep stares and slow touches. More into those tender words that turned out
to be total lies.
Author Bio
Hard core romantic, stress baker, and housekeeper
non-extraordinaire. Mira Lyn Kelly is the USA TODAY bestselling author of more
than a dozen sizzly love stories with over a million readers worldwide. Growing
up in the Chicago area, she earned her degree in Fine Arts from Loyola
University and met the love of her life while studying abroad in Rome, Italy…
only to discover he’d been living right around the corner from her back home.
Having spent her twenties working and playing in the Windy City, she’s now settled
with her husband in Minnesota, where their four amazing children and two
ridiculous dogs provide an excess of action and entertainment.
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However G also fell hard for him until he forgot about her and treated her badly the next day and so now she just hates him. That is until their two best friends fall in love and they are forced together.
I loved the mystery and what happened in Mexico and why Quinn cannot remember G. It was a wonderful romance and I loved how hard Quinn worked to get G to give him a chance.
