(San Francisco Thunder #2)
by Victoria Denault
Release Date: December 5, 2017
Eli Casco is on the brink of having everything he ever wanted. He's just been called up from the minor leagues to play goalie for the San Francisco Thunder hockey team. And he just had the most mind-blowing night with the woman of his dreams. But now that he'll be in the same town, she's completely shutting him down.
Dixie Braddock loves her job as a publicist for the Thunder. But as much as she's always enjoyed doing the long-distance flirting thing with Eli, dating him now would ruin her hard-won reputation, just when she's up for promotion. He's the last distraction she needs on top of team shenanigans and an ailing father. But the more time they spend together, the harder it is to keep to her hands-off policy-especially when Eli is making all the right moves to play for keeps.
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An Excerpt from Slammed
“So? Are you made of sugar, sweet Dixie?” he asks and keeps pulling me down the street. “Live a little. Be a little reckless.”
So we walk, on a Sunday night in the pouring rain, down the dark, almost abandoned streets. And somehow, for the first time in a very, very long time – since before my father’s diagnosis, since before my double life working in PR, since before I decided I had to be a glass-ceiling-busting corporate badass – I feel completely at peace. And maybe it’s the rain, maybe it’s the way the water is slipping down over my soaked hair and dripping into my ears and drowning my common sense or washing away my well-thought-out life goals, but all I want to do is kiss him.
We start to walk by an alley so I step into it, pulling him with me. And then with all the strength I have, I grab him by the front of his jacket, shove him against the damp brick wall, rock up on my toes, and kiss him. My lips cover his perfectly. And our tongues move together with matching need and urgency. He reaches up and cups the side of my face as he pulls away just enough to talk. “Do you know what you’re doing here, sweet Dixie? What about the rules?”
“I’ve played by the rules enough today.” I let my hand slip between us and palm the front of his jeans. “I think it’s time to give this reckless thing a chance. Just for tonight.”
I start to lower his zipper, and the way his eyes widen makes me smile. I kiss him again, tugging on his plump bottom lip for just a second as it ends and I slip my hand into his open fly. My fingers brush against his shaft and he punches his hips forward. “You should come home with me.”
He wraps his arm an arm around my waist and lifts me, spinning us around so it’s my back against the wet bricks. “We’re supposed to be reckless here.”
His breath tickles my neck, and then I feel his lips on my earlobe. “There’s nothing reckless about fucking at home.”
“Everything about us is reckless,” I remind him in a whisper.
“Then let’s act like it.”
Victoria Denault loves long walks on the beach, cinnamon dolce lattes and writing angst-filled romance. She lives in L.A. but grew up in Montreal, which is why she is fluent in English, French, and hockey.
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