on December 1st 2016
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"Hilarious and perfectly 'played' sports romance that I devoured in one sitting! I can't wait to read more." -#1 NYT Bestselling author Rachel Van Dyken
Hot hockey superstar Brent Oliver has it all—good looks, charm, dozens of endorsement deals, and a spectacular career.
Uh, nix that last one.
Brent has the talent and skill that should have his career soaring. But something is wrong. He’s lost his hockey mojo and can’t get it back.
Enter Aubrey Shelburne, life coach to the stars.
Aubrey’s worked with some difficult celebrities, but she’s never encountered a guy quite like Brent Oliver.
Or has she?
Seems a reckless night of partying, one that had Aubrey waking up in a strange man’s bed, is about to bite her in the ass. That is, if Brent doesn’t first.
Fighting an off-the-charts attraction, Aubrey and Brent must learn to work together. But it’s not an easy task when they’re at each other’s throats every minute.
Is this relationship a disaster in the making?
Or is it destiny?
Washboard abs and sex toy mishaps aside, Destiny on Ice is a fun and irreverent romp that’ll have you swooning on one page and laughing on the next.
Sports Romance/Romantic Comedy
**EACH BOOK IN THE BOYS OF WINTER SERIES WILL FEATURE A DIFFERENT HOCKEY PLAYER'S STORY**
I love sports romance and hockey so I was really looking forward to reading this book. I liked the plot and the story was humorous but it was really predictable. The characters rambled to themselves a lot which took away from the story for me. It’s fast paced which is fine but the writing just seems really rushed. There were certain parts where I wish there was more depth. I feel like those situations were just skimmed over which made it hard to connect with the characters. Brent and Aubrey had good sexual chemistry but their feelings for each other just wasn’t believable.
Whoa, wait! What am I thinking here? No lap dances and dates with Aubrey?
Never. Going. To. Happen.
“What’s up with you, Brent?” Nolan asks. “You’ve been weird since we left your house.”
We’re on the back patio of his house now, which is four doors down from my place. I’m still drinking, but much more slowly.
Setting my beer down on an outdoor iron table in front of me, I sigh. “I don’t know, man. I guess I feel kind of bad treating Aubrey the way I did.”
“What?” He makes a who-the-fuck-cares face. “You mean the life coach chick?”
“Yeah, the life coach chick.” I blow out a breath. “But she’s more than that. She’s a really great girl.”
Nolan knows me far too well. He senses where this is leading.
“Dude,” he begins, in full warning mode. “Don’t even think of going there.”
I play dumb. “What do you mean?”
“Oh, you know what I mean. Getting involved with that woman would be nothing but trouble. She was hired by the team to help you, which kind of makes her like your employee by default.”
“An employee I’d like to bang,” I admit.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”
I glare over at him from across the patio table. “Are you kidding? Of course you would.”
“Yeah, you’re probably right,” he concedes. “So maybe you should bang her. But real secretly. And just once. Get her out of your system before you fuck up your career.”
When he starts staring over at me, like he has more to say on the subject, I make an attempt to change the topic. I need to end this conversation about my life coach, who I already can’t get out of my goddamn mind.
In my most dickhead tone, I say, “Stop giving me your googly eyes, Solvenson. You know how it makes me all warm and fuzzy inside when you do that.”
“Fuck off, Oliver,” Nolan volleys back, looking away as he takes a long pull from his beer. As he lowers his bottle, he adds, “I know what you’re doing, anyway.”
“Oh yeah, you do? Please tell me then, great sensei, what am I doing?”
“You’re deflecting. You’re trying to hide from the truth.”
“You’re falling hard for your hot little life coach.”
Shit, I hate when he’s right.