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Jean had been married for 20 years with twin boys aged 19 who were away at university, her husband was a total prick, and he was the captain of the local golf club and a former Ryder Cup golfer and was very big headed about it. Jean herself was head mistress of the local comprehensive and she remembered me as one of her pupils when I first met her. I soon saw that she was lonely and really liked spending time with me, not just playing hide the sausage but just spending time with me and I really enjoyed her company.

It’s freaking me out and it’s turning me on and it’s freaking me out because it’s turning me on. He stops reading just as the characters move on from spanking to screwing. “What do you have to say for yourself, young woman? Doesn’t that sound foolish, read aloud?” He’s not just scolding me. He’s making fun of me, too. Great. I roll my eyes. “Daddy, it’s just a book. I like it, and besides, Tom Clancy would sound just as dumb if I did a dramatic reading.” He takes a step forward, and then another, taking over my personal space. I’m surrounded by his cologne, the leatherywoodsy one that’s like Essence of Grown Man, and I know I ought to back away, but instead I’ve grown roots into the rug.

Blonde hair dripping water down his broad and hairy chest, high cheekbones, and lips sculpted in a sexy bow. Zane?! My brother’s bestie! My school’s ex hockey star! And my fucking first crush! “What the fuck?” I gasp, coated finger slipping out of my body, and shame hugging me in thick goosebumps.

Daisy has always been an only child since she could remember. When her mother remarries, she's distraught to learn that her mother's new husband also has a son of his own. Gabriel. Young. Hot. Eighteen. Two years her junior. They're both instantly attracted to each other, but can they both work out? What would their parents think? Would Daisy be able to live down the scrutiny? ----------------------------- 1 - Daisy. “Daisy, you’re going to have to get your head in the game.” I had just had a softball whiz by my face going at probably 100 miles an hour. That might’ve been an exaggeration, but it sure the hell felt that way.

“She’s allowed to ruin mine?” “Hazel!” “Why?” My voice rose, cracking under the pressure. “Afraid your little secret might slip out?” My arm throbbed. I raised it, blood still seeping down my skin, and pointed toward the hallway. “Look at this!” My laugh came out sharp, unhinged. “Hendrik’s little gang just tried to harass me downstairs. But I guess that’s no surprise, right? Birds of a feather flock- gosh, every single one of you is rotten.”

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Dark hair messy beneath his helmet like a cologne commercial designed to ruin women financially and emotionally. Still an asshole though. “You’re watching this again?” she asked. Ethan finally glanced at her. “This was his hat trick game.” “You say that like it’s supposed to mean something to me.” “It means he scored three goals in one game.” “Congratulations to him and his violent ice soccer.” Ethan gasped in mock offense. “Did you just call hockey ice soccer?” “Yes.” “That’s offensive.” She bit into her toast. “You know what’s offensive? The fact that this man has rejected me four times this month.”

The locker room of the New York Glaciers smelled like wintergreen, expensive cologne, and male sweat. To most fans, this was the smell of victory. To Oliver Hartley, it just smelled like forty thousand dollars of student debt. Oliver adjusted the strap of his heavy massage kit. He was twenty-three years old, with messy blonde curls that refused to stay flat and bright blue eyes that usually held a spark of mischief. But today, those eyes were tired. He had graduated top of his class in nursing, but nursing didn't pay enough to clear his loans fast. Being a massage assistant for a star hockey team did.

“Accurate?” “Extremely,” I said, crossing my arms. “I prefer books to bruises.” Knox leaned on his stick, helmet dangling from his other hand. Sweat glistened on his temples, but he still smelled like mint gum and victory. Unfair. “Books, huh? What’s your poison? Romance? Mystery? Or are you one of those ‘I only read classics’ types?” I blinked. Was the hockey god actually making conversation? “Mostly fantasy. The kind with dragons, not… whatever this is.” I gestured at the entire rink like it had personally offended me.

Speaking of pucks, I immediately remembered Riven, and the fact that I actually had pucks to pick for the next two practices. “But I do love history. I mean, what's there not to love?” Grey said, tilting his head to the side. I placed my hand on his shoulder. “Dude, you are smart, and intelligent. You love history, you’re a medic, you passed your bloodline class with ease and you are good with shifters. You are a bookworm.” I paused, clapping my chest softly. “I am Skyler Gale. I’m not a smart ass. I'm just good at playing hockey. Going to classes is a price I must pay to play the game.”