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Aces Hockey #1
Kelly Jamieson
Releasing Oct 13th, 2015
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In Kelly Jamieson’s seductive new Chicago Aces romance—perfect for readers of Sawyer Bennett and Toni Aleo—a fun-loving free spirit tempts an uptight hockey star into opening himself up to love.
As the captain of the Chicago Aces, Marc Dupuis is all business. The apartment he shares with his teammate and best friend, Duncan, is a refuge from the pressures of fame. But when the sexiest woman he’s ever seen interrupts his early morning coffee wearing only a skimpy cami and matching panties, Marc can’t exactly say he minds. Their chemistry is off the charts. Unfortunately, this girl’s no random puck bunny. She’s Duncan’s little sister—and she’s moving in.
Lovey Armstrong could stare at Marc’s chiseled abs and listen to his French-Canadian accent all day. She just has no idea what’s going on inside his head: When he’s not charming her pants off, Marc makes a Zamboni machine seem warm and cuddly. Lovey knows the team’s bro code says no messing with sisters, but all these mixed messages are hard on a girl’s self-esteem—especially since she’s finally getting her new life together in Chicago. She decides he’s worth another shot . . . because if anyone can melt the ice around Marc’s heart, it’s Lovey.
She’d
never begrudged Duncan his success. She was proud of her brother.
He’d worked hard his whole life to achieve what he had and he
totally deserved it. But there had been times she’d wished she had
some kind of super talent that would make everyone proud of her.
“You’re
giving me the gears before I’m barely in the door. Not cool, Dunc.”
His
lips quirked as if he was repressing another smile. He gestured to
one of the brown leather couches. “Sit down.”
She
sank into the couch and crossed her legs.
Duncan
sat across from her. “You don’t quit a perfectly good job just
because it’s not your dream job, Lovey. If you don’t like it, you
look around for something else and then
you quit.”
“Not
if you’re moving to Chicago. I had to quit so I could move here.
I’ll find something here, I’m sure.”
Duncan
thought she was a flighty, impetuous screwup who’d quit a good job
and moved to another state on a whim. And she wasn’t about to set
him straight on that, because . . . it was true.
Well,
to a certain extent it was true. But she didn’t want to tell him
about her goals and dreams because . . . because she wasn’t
entirely sure she could do this . . . and she didn’t want him
saying “I told you so” if she failed.
She
pushed down her misgivings and smiled at him. “I just need a place
to stay for a while.”
“You
can’t stay here.”
Her
mouth dropped open. “What? Why not? You’ve got tons of room! Look
at this place.” She sat up straight and swept an arm out. “Fifty
billion square feet, probably ten bathrooms . . .”
“Two
and a half,” he corrected. “And three bedrooms. And it’s only
two thousand square feet. Not fifty billion,” he added in a
muttered tone.
“Only
two thousand. As if one guy needs that much space.”
“I
have a roommate,” he reminded her. “Two of the three bedrooms are
occupied and the third has no furniture.”
She
frowned and sank back into the couch. “Oh. Well. That doesn’t
matter. I’ll just sleep on the floor until we can get me a bed.”
“We’re
not getting you a bed.”
“Hey,
Army, what time are we heading out?” a deep male voice interrupted
them. “Oh. Hey.”
Lovey’s
head snapped around at the unfamiliar voice and then her eyes went
wide and her jaw dropped.
The
guy standing across the room wore a pair of boxer shorts and nothing
else. Sweet cheese-its, he was hot. Even more muscular than Duncan,
he was about the same height. Short brown hair stood in messy spikes
on top, and the same golden-brown stubble lay over his chiseled jaw
and upper lip. His lips were thinnish but nicely shaped, his eyes a
beautiful sky blue color she could see from here, framed with thick
eyelashes.
Her
gaze tracked over bulky shoulders and arms, a chest that was slabs of
muscle and smooth golden skin, a freakin’ eight-pack of abs that
literally made her want to drool, then down over the blue boxer
shorts sitting low on lean hips, to his bare legs. She blinked at the
size of his thighs and the delineation of the massive muscles bulging
above his knees. His calves were also strong, covered with more dark
gold hair. His long, sinewy bare feet stood on the bare wood floor.
She
lifted her gaze back up to his face and smiled. “Hi.”
He
blinked, his expression not changing. “Uh. Hi.” He glanced at
Duncan. “Sorry, man, didn’t know you had someone here.” He took
a step back.
“Dude,
go put some clothes on. This is my little sister.”
The
guy’s eyes flickered. “Oh. Shit. Be right back.”
“Wait!”
Lovey rose and legged it across the carpet in her heels, hand
outstretched. “I’m Lovey. It’s nice to meet you; you must be
Duncan’s roommate. Marc, right?”
He
took another step back but she kept going. He shoved a hand out,
maybe to stop her. She grabbed it to shake it.
“Yeah.
Marc.”
The
faint inflection in the way he said it was . . . sexy. “You’re
French.” Her smile broadened.
“Yeah.”
He gave her a quick handshake, then released her hand and took two
more steps away. “Marc Dupuis. I’ll, uh, be back.”
He
disappeared down the hall and she admired the back view. Whoa. Wide
at the shoulders, muscled back, deep grooves down the middle that
disappeared into the low waistband of the boxers, which did not hide
a very firm ass. She gave a sigh of pleasure.
“Lovey.”
She
blinked and turned to look at her brother.
“That’s
why you can’t stay here. This is a bachelor home. You can’t live
here with two guys.”
She
frowned. “Why not?”
His
eyebrows flew up. “We walk around half-dressed sometimes. We don’t
want to have to be worried about covering up.”
She
grinned. “Don’t worry on my account. You . . . phht.” She waved
a hand and rolled her eyes. “He
can walk around naked anytime he wants.”
“Jesus
fuckin’ Christ.” Duncan rubbed his face. “We drink beer. We
make a mess. Well, I do,” he amended. “We party. Lotta the other
guys hang out here too.”
She
shrugged. “It’s not as if I’m not used to your friends hanging
out.” He’d played hockey all through high school—well, all his
life, basically—and there’d always been a bunch of guys crowding
up their Columbia County dairy farmhouse.
“We
have girls over.” He gave her a meaningful look.
She
laughed, flopping down on the couch again. “I should hope so.”
“You’re
not going to be comfortable here.”
She
looked around. “I think I could be very comfortable here.” She
gave a nod. “This is a gorgeous place to live. Nice view too.” In
the distance Lake Michigan was a haze of blue.
“Fuck,”
Duncan muttered.
Marc
reappeared, now fully dressed, sadly. Although with clothes on he
still looked amazeballs hot. “Sorry about that. Didn’t know you
were here, uh, Lovey.”
She
beamed at him. “No problem. Duncan was more freaked-out than I
was.”
Duncan
rolled his eyes.
Lovey
studied Marc in his clothes—low-rise faded jeans that had to be
specially made to fit loosely over those massive thighs, and a
long-sleeve black T-shirt. She let out another brief sigh.
He
moved to perch on one of the stools at the big island, then stopped
as he took in the mess in the kitchen. With a head shake, he began to
clean up, tossing cold pizza into the trash, loading empty beer
bottles into cartons. “This place is gross.”
Duncan
shrugged and leaned back. “You knew that when you moved in. Don’t
get all pissy. You don’t have to clean up.”
“I
know, I know.” Marc stacked empty pizza boxes into a blue recycling
box. “Just can’t stand the fucking mess.”
Duncan
grinned. “That’s your problem.”
Lovey
looked back and forth between them. Duncan was a slob, no doubt about
it. Mom had pulled her hair out trying to teach him to clean up after
himself. Apparently none of it had sunk in. Marc, on the other hand .
. . seemed to have learned well. Or maybe he was a neat freak.
Nothing
wrong with that. Not at all.
Especially
when he looked that good while cleaning up.
Kelly Jamieson is the author of more than thirty contemporary romance novels. She’s a married mother of two who lives a very ordinary life outside of her imagination. She likes coffee (black), wine (mostly white), and shoes (high!). She also loves watching hockey.
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