Sara Jenkins is a
self-professed math geek and hockey fanatic. She's thrilled when the Buffalo
Sting of the NHL hire her as an advisor because she can marry her two loves
into the perfect job.
Sebastian St. Amant is a young French-Canadian hockey player
looking to make the jump from the minors to the big leagues. His lifelong dream
is within reach, but he needs to convince the Sting's management and coaches
he's ready for the NHL.
Sara and Sebastian meet, and sparks fly immediately. Both
want to succeed at their jobs, but they can't ignore the growing attraction
between them. Of course, a relationship is out of the question since Sara works
for the Sting and Sebastian is a player -- and one fifteen years her junior.
But the impossible becomes the necessary as Sara and Sebastian find they can't
fight their attraction any longer. Even if everything crashes around them,
though, they'll still win the ultimate prize - each other.
Excerpt:
Sarah Jenkins scooted to the edge of the seat in her SUV as
she stared at the hulking building in front of her. The August sunshine was
only partially to blame for the bead of sweat running down the side of her
neck. She couldn’t afford to screw this up. After wiping her damp palms on her
skirt, she slid out of the car and hit the alarm remote. Turning, she bounced
off a hard object and stumbled backward from the force of the impact, letting
out an involuntary grunt. The immoveable object was a man, and what a man he
was. He had a body like granite, with chiseled features, and was casually
attired in shorts and a T-shirt clinging for dear life to his arms and chest.
The guy could’ve been a sculpture.
Yum.
“Are you all right?”
Her heart pounded in her ears due to the fight or flight
reaction from their collision, paired with the pure, inexplicable rush of lust
he evoked.
“I’m, um…” Sarah cleared her throat. Talk, you idiot. “I’m
fine.”
Her cheeks flamed as she ducked her head. Was this what
scientists meant when they said women were attracted to males they sensed had
the strongest DNA? Between his killer body, light green eyes, and sexily
tousled head of hair, he looked like he’d just jumped out a cologne ad in GQ.
As far as she could see, his DNA was damn near perfect.
It was hard to miss the long, thorough once-over he gave
her, leaving her hot and feverish—a reaction she couldn’t attribute purely to
the blazing heat or her frazzled nerves.
Their gazes collided and he stared at her with a glimmer of
male interest. She wasn’t sure why he’d be interested in her. He was gorgeous,
and she was, well, a nerd, for want of a better word. Her eyes were drawn to
full lips that would’ve looked feminine on other men, but there was nothing
feminine or soft about him. Hard, sinewy muscles stretched over his arms, legs,
and torso, but despite his size and musculature he managed to look lean rather
than bulky. He reminded her of a panther readying to strike, and her breathing
kicked up another notch. Sarah shook her head to clear it. She had a new job to
focus on right now and that was the only thing that was important. It had to
be. She couldn’t afford to screw this chance up.
“After you,” he said, moving back a step and motioning for
her to pass. His voice had a hint of an accent. French-Canadian, perhaps? It
rolled over her like a gentle breeze.
“Thank you. And I’m sorry about running into you.”
“I’m not.” He gave her a one-sided, incredibly hot smile.
She needed to get into the building before she
did something stupid like offer herself to him as a human buffet.
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