Blurb:
Nikki
I’m not a saint. Never claimed to be. I’ve played the game and scored my fair share—both on and off the field. This is why I should have known better than to fall for a hockey player. But I did. I fell fast and hard.
Now I’m left with the painful consequences, reminded every day of how reckless I had been by giving him my heart so easily—so willingly. Dalt broke me in the cruelest of ways, and because of him I’ll never be able to love again.
Dalt
Nikki changed me. She made me want to be a better man. My days playing off the field were over because she owned every little piece of my heart…until she left, leaving behind a gnawing ache where my heart used to be.
Now she’s back, and it’s painfully clear she hates me, ignoring me, pretending like I’m nobody to her. But that’s just too damn bad. I want answers. I want a goddamn explanation.
And most of all…I want her.
Excerpt:
Here’s the problem. Well, not exactly a problem, more like a dilemma: an I’m-one- lucky-sonovabitch versus sometimes-I-wish-I-wasn’t-quite-so-lucky, dilemma. Nik is every guy’s fantasy come to life. She can keep up with the guys at everything. At sports? A champion at everything she tries. Soccer? She moves the ball with such speed and accuracy, she makes any guy playing against her resemble a statue. Talking teams? She can rattle off players and team stats faster than Howard Cosell ever could. She can match any guy beer for beer and then some. But even with all her badassery at keeping up with the boys, she’s a goddess of womanhood, with an angel face, and a body built to bring men to their knees. Full tits, round ass, lean muscle, platinum blonde hair down to her waist. Yup. Every man’s fantasy, and there isn’t one guy in this bar right now whose dick isn’t pointing right at her. The fact her exuberance has escalated to a this-may-be-something- she’ll-regret-in-the-morning level isn’t helping to keep the drooling dirtbags away from her.
She’s on top of one of the tables at the Thirsty Whale Pub, dancing and singing We Could Be Heroes at the top of her lungs. Which isn’t bad—Nik’s hot when she sings and dances. Except the way she’s obviously feeling the shots has things a little too torrid. Her micro-mini skirt is flashing glimpses of her lacy purple thong and tight, apple bottom cheeks to everyone in the bar as she sways. The only way I’d be enjoying this level of heated happiness is if she were doing it solely for me on top of my table at home.
Don’t forget to visit the other stops on the tour.
Author Bio and Links:
As a lover of the northeast US, Elizabeth moved with her husband to the Poconos several years ago to open a Chiropractic Clinic. Four children and a menagerie of animals later, she has finally found time to fulfill her lifelong dream of writing novels. The wild ride of writing books is one of the most difficult things she’s ever done in her life. But the opportunity to get her stories out of her head and down on paper and send them out into the world is also one of the most wonderful things she’s ever done. A dreamer at heart, romance is the genre she spends most of her time writing and reading into the wee hours of the morning. And having readers fall in love with her characters as much as she does is almost as exciting as giving birth (just not as painful!) When not juggling work responsibilities and writing, she enjoys spending time with her family, hiking the beautiful hills and woods around her home, swimming, knitting, watching old classic movies and travelling.
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