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Power Play # 1
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Power Play # 1
By: Lynda Aicher
Releasing February 16th, 2015
Carina Press
Blurb
One night, one time, nothing more.
That’s all it was supposed to be. They’d agreed their first night together
would be their only night together—and Minnesota Glaciers defenseman Dylan
Rylie was fine with that. Giant hickeys and claw marks on his ass had never
been his style, even if the very memory of Samantha Yates’s merciless sexual
energy gets him hard within seconds. He needs to focus on getting a better
contract, not mind-blowing orgasms.
That’s all it was supposed to be. They’d agreed their first night together
would be their only night together—and Minnesota Glaciers defenseman Dylan
Rylie was fine with that. Giant hickeys and claw marks on his ass had never
been his style, even if the very memory of Samantha Yates’s merciless sexual
energy gets him hard within seconds. He needs to focus on getting a better
contract, not mind-blowing orgasms.
One night, one time, nothing more.
Fresh off representing the US at the Games and with nowhere else to play,
Samantha gave in to one night of frantic passion with the Glaciers’ brawny
hotshot. She couldn’t get hurt—not if she controlled the outcome. And she
planned to leave Minnesota soon, anyway. She didn’t expect to be recruited to
coach Dylan after they’d gotten down and dirty.
Fresh off representing the US at the Games and with nowhere else to play,
Samantha gave in to one night of frantic passion with the Glaciers’ brawny
hotshot. She couldn’t get hurt—not if she controlled the outcome. And she
planned to leave Minnesota soon, anyway. She didn’t expect to be recruited to
coach Dylan after they’d gotten down and dirty.
When
brutal on-ice workouts lead to kinky locker room sessions and “one night” falls
by the wayside, Samantha insists on keeping things casual, despite Dylan’s
quiet hope for more. But when Dylan goes down—hard—and his career is in
jeopardy, Samantha is the first one by his side. What will it take to keep her
there after he’s healed?
brutal on-ice workouts lead to kinky locker room sessions and “one night” falls
by the wayside, Samantha insists on keeping things casual, despite Dylan’s
quiet hope for more. But when Dylan goes down—hard—and his career is in
jeopardy, Samantha is the first one by his side. What will it take to keep her
there after he’s healed?
Author Info
Lynda Aicher has always loved to read. After years of
weekly travel implementing computer software into global companies, she ended
her nomadic lifestyle to raise her two children. Now her imagination is her
only limitation on where she can go and her writing lets her escape from the
daily duties as a mom, wife, chauffeur, scheduler, cook, teacher, volunteer,
cleaner and mediator. Find her at: http://lyndaaicher.com
weekly travel implementing computer software into global companies, she ended
her nomadic lifestyle to raise her two children. Now her imagination is her
only limitation on where she can go and her writing lets her escape from the
daily duties as a mom, wife, chauffeur, scheduler, cook, teacher, volunteer,
cleaner and mediator. Find her at: http://lyndaaicher.com
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Excerpt
Timing was everything, and she waited for her moment
to kick up some fun on an otherwise blasé event. The charity that donated
hockey equipment to kids from military families was a great cause that would
benefit from a little show. At least, that was what she told herself.
to kick up some fun on an otherwise blasé event. The charity that donated
hockey equipment to kids from military families was a great cause that would
benefit from a little show. At least, that was what she told herself.
“Don’t be stupid,” Meg warned in her ear.
“Why not?” Sam asked. “What do I have to lose?”
Absolutely nothing. She’d never do anything to smear her name, but it wasn’t
like she had a hockey career to worry about. Or a coach she was accountable to.
Absolutely nothing. She’d never do anything to smear her name, but it wasn’t
like she had a hockey career to worry about. Or a coach she was accountable to.
Or a reason to behave.
Rylie was spending as much time tipping his trademark
worn brown cowboy hat at the passing women as he was paying attention to the
kids looking for pointers. The ends of his brown hair curled over the back of
the gray hoodie he’d worn under his jersey and seemed to match his hat color
almost perfectly. Too perfectly.
worn brown cowboy hat at the passing women as he was paying attention to the
kids looking for pointers. The ends of his brown hair curled over the back of
the gray hoodie he’d worn under his jersey and seemed to match his hat color
almost perfectly. Too perfectly.
Nicknamed Cowboy within the hockey world, he was
dubbed Pretty Boy as well. The second label was coined his rookie season by a
sports announcer and as far as Sam had heard and seen, the man cultivated both
brands equally.
dubbed Pretty Boy as well. The second label was coined his rookie season by a
sports announcer and as far as Sam had heard and seen, the man cultivated both
brands equally.
“Hi, Rylie,” a group of teenage girls dressed in
skinny jeans and overdone makeup chorused as they skated past. Rylie shot them
a nod and grin that somehow managed to be appropriate for the age of the girls.
skinny jeans and overdone makeup chorused as they skated past. Rylie shot them
a nod and grin that somehow managed to be appropriate for the age of the girls.
Sam shook her head and chuckled at his easy charm. The
guy had it all. Talent, looks, personality—he was a star in the making. One
full of potential if he didn’t get distracted by the fame and parties he seemed
to enjoy.
guy had it all. Talent, looks, personality—he was a star in the making. One
full of potential if he didn’t get distracted by the fame and parties he seemed
to enjoy.
Walters smacked the puck toward Rylie, and Sam broke
through the kids to swoop across the ice and steal the puck from the
preoccupied man. A cheer went up from the kids when she circled the pro player,
puck firmly in her control. The air chilled her cheeks and laughter rang in her
ears as she sped away.
through the kids to swoop across the ice and steal the puck from the
preoccupied man. A cheer went up from the kids when she circled the pro player,
puck firmly in her control. The air chilled her cheeks and laughter rang in her
ears as she sped away.
A quick glance over her shoulder showed Rylie chasing
her, the determined pull of his brows blending with a full smile that somehow
managed to put a matching one on her face. She caught sight of Meg and passed
the puck off before she stopped then took off in the direction she’d just come
from.
her, the determined pull of his brows blending with a full smile that somehow
managed to put a matching one on her face. She caught sight of Meg and passed
the puck off before she stopped then took off in the direction she’d just come
from.
The circle of kids widened as Walters got into the
play, tailing Meg. She swooped around a group of unsuspecting adults, using
them as a pick to cut off Walters, and she smacked the puck back to Sam.
play, tailing Meg. She swooped around a group of unsuspecting adults, using
them as a pick to cut off Walters, and she smacked the puck back to Sam.
“Think you’re hot stuff, do you, Yates?” Rylie was at
her side, jabbing his stick at the puck with no effect. She was under no
illusion the man knew who she was. Her name was printed in big letters across
the back of her jersey.
her side, jabbing his stick at the puck with no effect. She was under no
illusion the man knew who she was. Her name was printed in big letters across
the back of her jersey.
“Just having some fun.” She cut a sharp circle and
faced off Rylie, who skidded to a quick stop.
faced off Rylie, who skidded to a quick stop.
He tapped his stick on the ice, an indulgent half
smile on his lips. “Come on then.” He glanced over his shoulder. “You and me to
the net.”
smile on his lips. “Come on then.” He glanced over his shoulder. “You and me to
the net.”
Her stomach did an unwanted flip when his eyes landed
back on her. An interesting mix of brown and green, they seemed to dance with
the same excitement that flooded her. The challenge was exactly what she’d
wanted and his proposition was the best offer she’d had in months. On or off
the ice.
back on her. An interesting mix of brown and green, they seemed to dance with
the same excitement that flooded her. The challenge was exactly what she’d
wanted and his proposition was the best offer she’d had in months. On or off
the ice.
“You are so on,” she said, grinning.
Thank you for hosting me!
It was my pleasure!
Thank you for hosting today!
Thank you for letting me be a part of the tour.