Pucking Around: A Why Choose Hockey Romance (Jacksonville Rays Book 1)

something big when I went to go take care of Novy

“I’m her husband. Who the fuck are you?”

He scowls at me. “What do you think ‘mennään naimisiin’ means?”
I blink back at him. “I don’t know. I don’t speak Finnish!”
“It means ‘marry me,’” he huffs. “I say it all the goddamn time.”
“Well how am I supposed to—”

Is it possible to die when you’re already dead?

This is death, and I’ve died.

Anyone who can handle this much sand beige must be part camel.

Oh yeah, Cay screams daddy dom kink. My control freak.

Please, baby—ah—” I gasp as his free hand circles my neck.

“I’m not your baby,” he growls, squeezing my throat. “You’re my twisted fucking Hurricane. Chaos in a brunette bottle. Who am I? Who waits for you in the dark?”

I wince, even as I smile. The monster in him is finally coming out to play. I swallow against his hand, loving that exquisite tightness of breath. Meanwhile, my pussy is desperate for some more attention.

“Please, daddy,”

“You walk outta here, you’re gonna have to explain to everyone why you’re wearing me as a koala,”