SERIES: Cold Fury Hockey
SERIES PLACEMENT: #2
AUTHOR: Sawyer Bennett
AGE GROUP: Adult
GENRE: Sports Romance
RELEASE DATE: Feb. 17, 2015
PUBLISHER: Loveswept
FORMAT: eBook and Paperback
PAGES: Approx. 278
TOUR COORDINATED BY:
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BOOK BLURB:
USA Today bestselling author Sawyer Bennett hits the ice with the story of a playboy athlete whose winning ways lead him to a beautiful woman with a lot to lose.
Carolina Cold Fury star Garrett Samuelson never wants to miss out on a single minute of fun. Whether he’s playing hockey, hanging out with friends, or walking the red carpet with a new date on his arm, he lives every day to the fullest. When he meets Olivia Case, he sees someone who’s exactly his type—confident, sexy, smart . . . his next fling. But the more he pursues her, the more Garrett shares a side of himself that other women don’t normally get to see.
Olivia has been keeping a secret. While Garrett lives for the next thrill, Olivia’s not sure she’ll live to see the next day. She’s undergoing treatment for some serious medical issues, and she doesn’t have time for a relationship with no guarantees—especially one with a hot-as-sin womanizer who won’t take no for an answer. But as she gets to know the real Garrett, Olivia can’t help falling for him . . . hard. To reveal the truth would mean risking everything—but you can’t score without taking the tough shots.
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EXCERPT
“Okay . . . you apparently know who I am and what I do. So, tell me about yourself.”
“I’m an astrophysicist,” she says solemnly.
“You’re kidding?” I ask, astonished, because why isn’t she wearing horn-rimmed glasses and a pocket protector?
“Yeah . . . kidding. I’m a nuclear engineer,” she deadpans.
I cock an eyebrow at her and hold her stare.
Reaching her hand up, she fingers a delicate gold necklace with a peace symbol charm. “Well . . . actually, I’m a floral designer by trade. I work at a little shop called Fleurish in Chapel Hill.”
“Ahhh,” I say with a sage nod. “I took you for an artistic type.”
She arches a beautiful, golden brown eyebrow at me, which gives me a hint at the true color of her hair. “Artistic type? What gave that away?”
Shrugging, I tell her, “I’m not sure. Maybe it’s the way your hair is colored . . . almost like a beautiful painting of a sunset. Or maybe it’s the bohemian vibe you give off with your long gypsy skirt and little gold toe ring I noticed.”
I nod down toward her foot, because, yeah, I saw that tiny piece of jewelry down there too.
Her head drops and she holds her foot out for inspection; it is encased in a pair of white leather sandals with peach-colored crystals dotted all over them. “You’re pretty observant,” she muses as she sets her foot back down.
“When something interests me,” I respond. “So, do you have a boyfriend?”
Her head snaps up to me and a small grin forms on her face. “Nope.”
“Husband?”
“Nope,” she says as she holds her left hand out and wags her fingers to show me no wedding ring.
“Lover?”
She smirks at me. “No.”
“Potential lover?” I ask, raising my eyebrows.
“No,” she says and chuckles.
“Damn,” I say miserably as I clutch at my heart. “So there’s no hope for me?”
“Not at the rate you’re going,” she quips, and it makes me give a hearty laugh in return. She’s fun to jest with.
But playtime’s over.
Leaning in toward her, I ask in a low, seductive voice that has garnered me dozens of dates before, “Is there any chance at all . . . no matter how miniscule, that I could get you to go out with me?”
She takes a small step back from me, which probably means the amount of charm I just laid on her was sorely lacking.
“Sorry,” she says with a sympathetic smile, “but I don’t think we’d have a lot in common, so I’d have to decline.”
“Now, that’s just throwing in the towel a little too soon,” I chastise her. “How do you know we wouldn’t have anything in common?”
I certainly know the mutual orgasms we’d have would satisfy us both tremendously.
Olivia gives a tiny laugh of amusement and lays her hand on my arm. She squeezes me gently . . . almost sympathetically. “No offense, Garrett . . . but you have sort of a reputation as a playboy. You’re dangerous.”
Ouch. That hurt.
Not my feelings, but my chances with her. I’m getting close to striking out completely, and that isn’t something that happens to me.
Ever.
I take a sip of beer and then lower my cup, giving her my most devilish, charming smile. “A playboy, huh? So what exactly have you heard about me? I need to be able to set the record straight with you.”
Alex (Cold Fury Hockey #1)
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About the Author...
Sawyer would like to report she doesn’t have many weaknesses but can be bribed with a nominal amount of milk chocolate.
Sawyer is the author of several contemporary romances including the popular Off Series, the Legal Affairs Series and the Last Call Series. She will be releasing her second book in the Cold Fury Hockey Series with Random House Loveswept, February 2015.
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