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He's the perfect catch…for now!
When it comes to romance, Tracy Hayden is not looking for a rematch. She's had epic passion—and problems!—with professional hockey player Ike Jelinek. Brilliant on skates and magic in bed, his too-traditional-for-her views were like a bucket of ice water on their affair.
Then an injury takes Ike out of the game, and everything changes. Suddenly he needs her services-providing business—even though he once claimed it was their biggest problem. Tracy's determined to be professional, despite the sizzling attraction between them that won't go away. Maybe they need a second fling to fix that!
Enjoy an exclusive excerpt:
The first period started quickly, with Ike facing a shot within seconds of the puck dropping. He snatched the biscuit out of the air, stealing a scoring opportunity from the Oilers’ rookie wonder kid. Throwing it back out to the corner, he allowed him¬self a satisfied grin. Whatever had been bothering him earlier was out of his mind now.
All around him, his d-men and the Edmonton top line chirped at each other as they fought for the puck. The air was filled with grunts as bodies thudded into each other. Ike poke-checked and blocked, shoved and kicked—anything to keep that hunk of rubber out of his net.
Finally, Jake broke free and hit Kenny with an outlet pass, clearing the zone and starting a rush to the other end.
Ike kept his eye on the action while steadying his breathing and rolling his tight shoulders. A whistle stopped play. He grabbed a drink from his bottle and skated around his crease before resetting his position.
The Cats lost the face-off, but regained the puck. The battle at the other end of the ice was fierce. A linesman’s arm shot up, alerting Ike to a delayed penalty against the Oilers. Ike started to head to the bench for an extra attacker, but they touched up almost immediately and play was blown dead.
The Cats’ power-play unit cycled the puck well, but didn’t get any clear-cut chances.
“Get shots on net,” Ike muttered. “Their guy has a rebound problem.”
In the blink of eye, everything changed. One of the Oilers intercepted a sloppy pass and a breakaway was on. Two on one. Kenny and JB raced back to provide cover.
Ike watched the rush unfold, making sure he kept the puck in sight.
The shot stung as it bounced off his chest. He corralled the puck and sent it out to Kenny, but once again it was intercepted by the opposition.
There was a wild goal-mouth scramble.
Bodies went flying. Sticks clashed.
The Oilers’ agitator, “Steeler,” planted himself on the edge of the crease, his huge body screening Ike’s view.
“Get your ass out of my face,” Ike growled.
The crude reply involved an anatomically impossible suggestion, followed by a creative one involving a sheep. Ike jabbed the guy with his stick and tried to find the puck.
All of a sudden, play seemed to unfold in slow motion.
A Cats’ player was tripped and fell into one of the Oilers. They both caromed toward Steeler, who got hit from the other side by Kenny.
Ike, his gaze glued to the puck on the wonder kid’s stick, got sandwiched between the tumbling players. He saw the shot and stretched out with his catching glove to snag the biscuit as the mass of bodies hit the ice in a pile.
The whistle blew.
Steeler fell on top of Ike.
A skate blade flashed. A sharp pain shot through Ike’s arm.
Shocked, he stared at the cut that had gone through both his jersey and his protector. A thin red line marred the skin beneath.
Around him, players peeled off and got to their feet.
“Crap, man. I’m sorry,” Steeler said as he helped Ike up.
“Are you okay?” a linesman asked.
Ike nodded, but the pain in his arm worsened. “I think I’d better get this looked at.”
He’d barely finished speaking when the cut suddenly widened and blood spurted out.
Ike clamped his other hand on his arm and started to skate to the bench.
He was almost there when his legs went weak. His vision blurred. His legs crumpled.
The arena went silent. Then, there was a collective gasp.
Someone in an Oilers jersey wrapped an arm around his waist. An Ice Cat grabbed him from the other side. Between them, they pulled him to the bench and shoved him through the gate into the care of the trainers.
Stars danced in front of Ike’s eyes as the trainers helped him stumble toward the locker room. Fire burned in his arm. He was vaguely aware of blood, wet and warm, pulsing though his fingers. Bile rose up his throat.
Once in the locker room, he gave up his loose grip on consciousness. As everything faded to black, he wondered just how much bad luck that damn fall had brought him.
About the Author: Harlequin SuperRomance author, Anna Sugden, loves reading and writing happy endings as much as hockey! When not reading or watching hockey, she loves football, good food & wine, making simple cross-stitch projects, and collecting memorabilia, penguins and fab shoes!
A former marketing executive and primary teacher, Anna lives in Cambridge, England, with her husband and two bossy black cats. Learn more about Anna, her heart-warming romances and her shoes at www.AnnaSugden.com. You can also follow her on Facebook (www.facebook.com/annasugden.romanceauthor), Twitter (www.twitter.com/annasugden) Pinterest (www.pinterest.com/annasugden) and on the Romance Bandits blog (www.romancebandits.com).
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