Friday, December 9, 2016

*~Blog Tour: Hooked~*


HOOKED by Brenda Rothert is now LIVE! 

A sultry novel featuring a brooding NHL player who’s hell on skates—and the no-nonsense woman who forces him to clean up his act.





BLURB:


From the author of the On the Line and Fire on Ice hockey romance series comes a sultry novel featuring a brooding NHL player who’s hell on skates—and the no-nonsense woman who forces him to clean up his act.
Miranda: Even though I’m broke, putting myself through college, and working two jobs, I’m trying to make the best of it. Meanwhile, Jake Birch, hockey’s hottest bad boy, lives in a luxury hotel in downtown Chicago—and still complains about every little thing in his penthouse. But after I tell him off, instead of getting me fired, Jake requests me as his personal housekeeper. Then he starts flirting with me. Only I’m not flirting back . . . at least, I’m trying not to. Did I mention that he’s hockey’s hottest bad boy?
Jake: I’ve met the best woman at the worst possible time. Miranda is the fire to my ice—a sexy, charmingly candid spark who breaks down my walls and reminds me what it’s like to feel again. But I’m being forced to date my team owner’s daughter to keep my job, so I can’t be caught with Miranda. Still, we’re getting closer—until Miranda finds out about my “girlfriend.” And that’s not the only secret I’ve been keeping. But Miranda’s the one I want . . . even if she doesn’t believe me.


Purchase Now:
GooglePlay:  http://bit.ly/HookedGP

B&N:  http://bit.ly/HookedNOOK

 Excerpt:
Jake
I shoot the puck and it flies toward the net, missing it by a couple inches.
“Fucking piece of shit,” I mutter.“You’re supposed to aim for the inside of the net, Birch,” my coach, Gene Thompson, yells across the ice in disgust. He’s been busting my ass the entire two-hour practice.
“He’s in a hell of a mood,” my left winger, Tony, says under his breath.
Before I can even respond, Gene’s yelling at me again. “On the line, Birch!”
I freeze along with all my other teammates. He has to be fucking joking. Players are rarely asked to skate line drills in the NHL, and when we are, it’s as an entire team after a terrible game.
Singling out your star center for line drills is . . . nuts. Not to mention completely offensive.
“The line?” I yell back. Even the defensive coach’s mouth is gaping open with surprise.
“Did I fucking stutter?” Gene roars. “Get your ass on the line!”
I swallow the retort I want to fire at him. He’s my coach, after all, and respect for coaches has been drilled into me since I started youth hockey twenty-two years ago at age four.
I skate to the line and wait for the blow of his whistle. When it sounds, I start skating. It fucking sucks doing line drills when I’m already wrung out from an exhausting practice.
Everyone’s watching, probably getting a kick out of this. I  have  been a bit of an asshole lately and I’m sure Gene wants to put me in my place in front of the whole team. Remind the mall who’s boss.
Asshole. I skate as hard as I can to spite him, sweat rolling down my spine beneath my practice jersey.
He draws it out as long as possible, letting everyone else go shower while I keep skating back and forth between the lines. My thigh muscles are burning with exertion by the time he blows the whistle. I drop to my knees and take in several deep breaths
.“Five minutes to shower then get your ass into my office, Birch,” Gene snaps.
I narrow my eyes at his back as he leaves the ice. Obviously he’s trying to punish me, but for
what, I have no clue. I’m the team captain, first line center and the team’s leading scorer. The league’s  leading scorer. I was just profiled in  Sports Illustrated. Am I an arrogant bastard at times? Hell yeah, but it’s not like I’m all talk.
Hockey is my life. I eat, breathe and sleep this sport, allowing very little distraction. Gene could use a whole team like me, players who aren’t soft.



------

AUTHOR BIO: 


Brenda Rothert is an Illinois native who was a print journalist for nine years. She made the jump from fact to fiction in 2013 and never looked back. From new adult to steamy contemporary romance, Brenda creates fresh characters in every story she tells. She’s a lover of Diet Coke, chocolate, lazy weekends and happily ever afters.




Posted by at

No comments:

Post a Comment

Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom)