Welcome to the Hottest Faceoff this NHL
Season
He’ll
do whatever it takes to get her against the boards…Chloe Jacobs was sure things
couldn’t get worse after surviving an armed robbery. She never imaged a one
night stand would land her in the tabloids…or that the sexy stranger would turn
out to be the NHL’s hottest center. Find out in Jennifer Bonds’s newest Risky
Business novel, ONCE UPON A POWER PLAY, who will win the hottest faceoff of the
season.
He'll do whatever it takes
to get her against the boards…
Sidelined by a potentially
career-ending injury, the only thing hockey player Ryan Douglas should be
thinking about is recovery. But after sharing a near death experience and a
night of passion with a spunky brunette, the only thing on his mind is five and
a half feet of sexy sarcasm. And he'll do whatever it takes to get her back in
his bed--even if it means playing dirty.
Chloe Jacobs is done with fairytales.
And men. She's kissed her share of frogs and what's it gotten her? Dumped by
text--again. Determined to eighty-six illusions of romance and prove she's more
than just a good-time girl, the last thing she needs is a pushy, arrogant
hockey player testing her resolve. Especially one who's sinfully good with his
hands and thinks date-by-blackmail is a perfectly acceptable social convention.
Ryan wants to play games?
Fine by her, but this is one faceoff he's going to lose.
“Hey! That’s mine!”
Ryan Douglas froze in his tracks,
slowly turning around to find a tiny, pissed off brunette glaring at him with
one hand on her hip and the other hugging a gallon-sized jug of margarita mix.
“Excuse me?”
“The lime,” she said, nodding her head
and enunciating each word as if he might not speak English. “I saw it first.”
It was impossible to suppress the grin
that spread over his face. Was she serious? His gaze raked over her, taking in
the fancy upsweep of her dark hair and the lacey gold dress—if you could call
it that—that revealed more than it covered peeking out from under her
unbuttoned coat. The furry brown boots climbing halfway to her bare knees?
Those he could do without, but the rest was pretty damn sexy. There wasn’t a
winter coat around that could hide those curves. She had the kind of body a man
could sink his teeth into. And he. Was. Ravenous.
“Like what you see?” She raised her
brow and hooked a thumb over her shoulder. “The meat department is two aisles
over.”
He laughed, and it was an
honest-to-God, full-on belly laugh. She was a fiery little thing. But that
didn’t mean he was giving her the lime. Maybe if she’d asked nicely. But with
that attitude? It’d be a cold day in hell.
“Last I heard, possession is nine-tenths
of the law.” He tossed the lime in the air and caught it with his right hand.
She glared at him, and for a moment he thought she’d kick him in the balls with
her big furry boots. He was being an ass, but she wasn’t exactly Miss Manners
herself. Besides, it was the most fun he’d had all day. Which spoke volumes
about his shitty afternoon, most of which had been spent getting his ass kicked
by a sadistic physical therapist. His leg hurt like hell, but he’d tough it
out. He had no other choice if he wanted to salvage his career.
The brunette rolled her eyes, the dark
irises shimmering like black coffee under the soft glow of the overhead lights.
“It’s not my fault you have inhumanly long lumberjack arms.” The smirk that
followed told him yes, she was in fact referring to his worn flannel shirt.
Typical self-important New York
princess, judging him by something so superficial. Not that he gave a fuck what
she thought, but man, what he wouldn’t give to wipe that little grin off her
heart-shaped face. And with years of experience antagonizing his two older
sisters, he had a pretty good idea of how to do it. He waved the lime in front
of her again, wondering if she’d try to make a play for it. Not that she could
get her hands on it if he didn’t want her to. He towered over her by nearly a
foot, and his reflexes were pretty damn good. “Princess, I wouldn’t give you
this lime if you got down on your knees and begged, but if it means that much
to you, you’re welcome to give it a go.”
Jennifer Bonds writes
sizzling contemporary romance with sassy heroines, sexy heroes, and a whole lot
of mischief. When she's not writing or wrangling toddlers, she can be found
curled up with a good book and a bottle of wine. Jennifer lives in Carlisle,
Pennsylvania, where her overactive imagination and weakness for reality TV keep
life interesting. She's lucky enough to live with her own real life hero, two
adorable children, and a pair of rambunctious dogs. Loves Buffy, Mexican food,
the Winchester brothers, and all things zombie. Sings off-key.
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