We’ve got not 1 sexy cover, but 2 from Lili Valente today!! I just finished the first in this series – HOT AS PUCK, about a week ago and I’m still chuckling over it. These two stories can’t get to us fast enough for me! So if you love hot hockey players and swoony things and steamy things, make sure these are on your tbr!! Happy reading! Laters ~ Amber
Author: Lili Valente
front of my date, his parents, and his adorable little girl—you would think I’d
hit rock bottom.
Badger’s NHL team is also clever, kind, funny, and was my good friend…until we
cruised out of the friend zone one weekend with a red-hot fling. Come Monday
morning, I wanted to keep riding the Big O train to happy town, but Brendan
wanted someone who was “stepmom” material.
he asks me to be his pretend girlfriend for a long weekend with his former
in-laws, I say yes. We’re still friends, after all, and friends don’t let
friends fake it alone.
in the back seat of my car, in the woods behind my in-laws’ house, or in a
hotel room where we’re sharing one very small, very squeaky bed.
with this too wild, too young, too impulsive red head. So what if she’s
beautiful and intense and passionate and has the biggest heart I’ve ever known?
girlfriend” thing was supposed to solve my problems, buy me a little more time.
maybe I’m just not cut out for faking it.
Author: Lili Valente
installed that we both know has nothing to
do with aerial yoga.
captain’s little sister, and he will
break my face if I’m not a perfect gentleman.
hall wearing nothing but a damp washcloth, all my gentlemanly intentions go out
the window. She’s got all sorts of Jedi mind tricks to make a man obsessed with
getting her into bed, and I’m not gonna lie—I fall for every single one of
it wasn’t for his sister’s stupid pet pig, Wanda, chasing me out of the
bathroom mid-shower, Tanner Nowicki and I might still be able to pretend we
hate each other.
Tanner that I don’t do relationships—or hockey players or my brother’s friends,
for that matter—he’s doing me.
Against the wall. And in his bed. And in my bed. And on a pinball machine where
we get an all time high score.
unluckiest woman alive when it comes to relationships. And pigs. And aerial
yoga. And worst of all, love.
hey, it’s not like I didn’t warn him…
eaten dinner at midnight with French men who couldn’t be trusted to keep their
mouths on their food, and walked alone through Munich’s red light district
after dark and lived to tell the tale. These days you can find her writing in a tent
beside the sea, drinking coconut water and thinking delightfully dirty