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Aces Hockey #1
Kelly Jamieson
Releasing Oct 13th, 2015
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In Kelly Jamieson’s seductive new Chicago Aces romance—perfect for readers of Sawyer Bennett and Toni Aleo—a fun-loving free spirit tempts an uptight hockey star into opening himself up to love.
As the captain of the Chicago Aces, Marc Dupuis is all business. The apartment he shares with his teammate and best friend, Duncan, is a refuge from the pressures of fame. But when the sexiest woman he’s ever seen interrupts his early morning coffee wearing only a skimpy cami and matching panties, Marc can’t exactly say he minds. Their chemistry is off the charts. Unfortunately, this girl’s no random puck bunny. She’s Duncan’s little sister—and she’s moving in.
Lovey Armstrong could stare at Marc’s chiseled abs and listen to his French-Canadian accent all day. She just has no idea what’s going on inside his head: When he’s not charming her pants off, Marc makes a Zamboni machine seem warm and cuddly. Lovey knows the team’s bro code says no messing with sisters, but all these mixed messages are hard on a girl’s self-esteem—especially since she’s finally getting her new life together in Chicago. She decides he’s worth another shot . . . because if anyone can melt the ice around Marc’s heart, it’s Lovey.
She’d
never begrudged Duncan his success. She was proud of her brother. He’d worked
hard his whole life to achieve what he had and he totally deserved it. But
there had been times she’d wished she had some kind of super talent that would
make everyone proud of her.
“You’re
giving me the gears before I’m barely in the door. Not cool, Dunc.”
His
lips quirked as if he was repressing another smile. He gestured to one of the
brown leather couches. “Sit down.”
She
sank into the couch and crossed her legs.
Duncan
sat across from her. “You don’t quit a perfectly good job just because it’s not
your dream job, Lovey. If you don’t like it, you look around for something else
and then
you quit.”
“Not
if you’re moving to Chicago. I had to quit so I could move here. I’ll find
something here, I’m sure.”
Duncan
thought she was a flighty, impetuous screwup who’d quit a good job and moved to
another state on a whim. And she wasn’t about to set him straight on that,
because . . . it was true.
Well,
to a certain extent it was true. But she didn’t want to tell him about her
goals and dreams because . . . because she wasn’t entirely sure she could do
this . . . and she didn’t want him saying “I told you so” if she failed.
She
pushed down her misgivings and smiled at him. “I just need a place to stay for
a while.”
“You
can’t stay here.”
Her
mouth dropped open. “What? Why not? You’ve got tons of room! Look at this
place.” She sat up straight and swept an arm out. “Fifty billion square feet,
probably ten bathrooms . . .”
“Two
and a half,” he corrected. “And three bedrooms. And it’s only two thousand
square feet. Not fifty billion,” he added in a muttered tone.
“Only
two thousand. As if one guy needs that much space.”
“I
have a roommate,” he reminded her. “Two of the three bedrooms are occupied and
the third has no furniture.”
She
frowned and sank back into the couch. “Oh. Well. That doesn’t matter. I’ll just
sleep on the floor until we can get me a bed.”
“We’re
not getting you a bed.”
“Hey,
Army, what time are we heading out?” a deep male voice interrupted them. “Oh.
Hey.”
Lovey’s
head snapped around at the unfamiliar voice and then her eyes went wide and her
jaw dropped.
The
guy standing across the room wore a pair of boxer shorts and nothing else.
Sweet cheese-its, he was hot. Even more muscular than Duncan, he was about the
same height.
Short brown hair stood in messy spikes on top, and the same
golden-brown stubble lay over his chiseled jaw and upper lip. His lips were
thinnish but nicely shaped, his eyes a beautiful sky blue color she could see
from here, framed with thick eyelashes.
Her
gaze tracked over bulky shoulders and arms, a chest that was slabs of muscle
and smooth golden skin, a freakin’ eight-pack of abs that literally made her
want to drool, then down over the blue boxer shorts sitting low on lean hips,
to his bare legs. She blinked at the size of his thighs and the delineation of
the massive muscles bulging above his knees. His calves were also strong,
covered with more dark gold hair. His long, sinewy bare feet stood on the bare
wood floor.
She
lifted her gaze back up to his face and smiled. “Hi.”
He
blinked, his expression not changing. “Uh. Hi.” He glanced at Duncan. “Sorry,
man, didn’t know you had someone here.” He took a step back.
“Dude,
go put some clothes on. This is my little sister.”
The
guy’s eyes flickered. “Oh. Shit. Be right back.”
“Wait!”
Lovey rose and legged it across the carpet in her heels, hand outstretched.
“I’m Lovey. It’s nice to meet you; you must be Duncan’s roommate. Marc, right?”
He
took another step back but she kept going. He shoved a hand out, maybe to stop
her. She grabbed it to shake it.
“Yeah.
Marc.”
The
faint inflection in the way he said it was . . . sexy.
“You’re French.” Her
smile broadened.
“Yeah.”
He gave her a quick handshake, then released her hand and took two more steps
away. “Marc Dupuis. I’ll, uh, be back.”
He
disappeared down the hall and she admired the back view. Whoa. Wide at the
shoulders, muscled back, deep grooves down the middle that disappeared into the
low waistband of the boxers, which did not hide a very firm ass. She gave a
sigh of pleasure.
“Lovey.”
She
blinked and turned to look at her brother.
“That’s
why you can’t stay here. This is a bachelor home. You can’t live here with two
guys.”
She
frowned. “Why not?”
His
eyebrows flew up. “We walk around half-dressed sometimes. We don’t want to have
to be worried about covering up.”
She
grinned. “Don’t worry on my account. You . . . phht.” She waved a hand and
rolled her eyes. “He can walk around naked anytime he
wants.”
“Jesus
fuckin’ Christ.” Duncan rubbed his face. “We drink beer. We make a mess. Well,
I do,” he amended. “We party. Lotta the other guys hang out here too.”
She
shrugged. “It’s not as if I’m not used to your friends hanging out.” He’d
played hockey all through high school—well, all his life, basically—and there’d
always been a bunch of guys crowding up their Columbia County dairy farmhouse.
“We
have girls over.” He gave her a meaningful look.
She
laughed, flopping down on the couch again. “I should hope so.”
“You’re
not going to be comfortable here.”
She
looked around. “I think I could be very comfortable here.” She gave a nod.
“This is a gorgeous place to live. Nice view too.” In the distance Lake
Michigan was a haze of blue.
“Fuck,”
Duncan muttered.
Marc
reappeared, now fully dressed, sadly. Although with clothes on he still looked
amazeballs hot. “Sorry about that. Didn’t know you were here, uh, Lovey.”
She
beamed at him. “No problem. Duncan was more freaked-out than I was.”
Duncan
rolled his eyes.
Lovey
studied Marc in his clothes—low-rise faded jeans
that had to be specially made
to fit loosely over those massive thighs, and a long-sleeve black T-shirt. She
let out another brief sigh.
He
moved to perch on one of the stools at the big island, then stopped as he took
in the mess in the kitchen. With a head shake, he began to clean up, tossing
cold pizza into the trash, loading empty beer bottles into cartons. “This place
is gross.”
Duncan
shrugged and leaned back. “You knew that when you moved in. Don’t get all
pissy. You don’t have to clean up.”
“I
know, I know.” Marc stacked empty pizza boxes into a blue recycling box. “Just
can’t stand the fucking mess.”
Duncan
grinned. “That’s your problem.”
Lovey
looked back and forth between them. Duncan was a slob, no doubt about it. Mom
had pulled her hair out trying to teach him to clean up after himself.
Apparently none of it had sunk in. Marc, on the other hand . . . seemed to have
learned well. Or maybe he was a neat freak.
Nothing
wrong with that. Not at all.
Especially
when he looked that good while cleaning up.
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MY TWO CENTS
I'm a sucker for books set in Chicago. Plus I LOVE hockey themed sports romances.
This book hit the marks for me regarding making me laugh and giving that warm fuzzy (romance) feeling regarding heat and heart.
I thought the characters were pretty great overall (the men at least).
Lovey the heroine was ANNOYING at times and a bit like a bratty kid.
Although the concept wasn't fresh, this was still a solid romance and I plan to read the next in the series.
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Kelly Jamieson is
the author of more than thirty contemporary romance novels. She’s a married
mother of two who lives a very ordinary life outside of her imagination. She
likes coffee (black), wine (mostly white), and shoes (high!). She also loves
watching hockey.
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