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Madsen’s Confessions of a Former Puck Bunny. Check out this fantastic new romance and grab
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Confessions of a Former Puck Bunny
Taking Shots #4
Cindi Madsen
Releasing May 8th, 2017
Entangled Embrace
Confession #1: I used to be a puck bunny, but after a hockey
player broke my heart, I gave up all things hockey. Now I'm just focused on
finding a way to pass my math class so I can graduate college.
Confession #2: Ryder "Ox" Maddox's deep, sexy voice
sends fuzzy tingles through my entire body, and I'm powerless to stop it. Which
is a big problem since the hot, surprisingly funny hockey player is my new math
tutor.
Confession #3: I can't stop thinking about how ripped Ryder is
from all his hockey training, and how fun it'd be to cross lines with him.
Confession #4: I kissed a hockey player and I liked it.
Confession #5: If I'm not careful, I might relapse and fall for
Ryder, and then I'll be totally pucked.
I’d shown
him my assignment, and Ryder started in on the machines while explaining the
rules and concepts, not even needing to look at the book to know what I was
talking about, which was kind of amazing.
As he spoke
in that deep, tingle-inducing voice of his, I forced myself to focus on my
textbook. I even managed two whole problems with very little input from him.
But then I
asked him a question about functions, and midway through his explanation I
stopped paying attention to the words. Instead, I noticed the way the veins in
his arms popped out when he brought the handles of the pec fly machine
together, the weight on the pulley system clanking when the weight slid back
down. Then I was watching the muscles in his chest flex. My thoughts drifted to
what he’d look like out on the ice, and that led
to thinking about what he’d look like without his shirt on, those pecs he was
working fully on display, and suffice it to say, the math concepts he’d been
spouting off between grunting reps got lost somewhere in the hot swirls of lust
and ovary implosions.
“Lindsay?”
He sat up and wiped his forehead with the bottom of his shirt, and I caught a
glimpse of drool-worthy ripped abs.
“Um, sorry.”
I glanced down at my notebook, which had a smear of graphite that started as x to the third
power before my pencil ran off the edge of the page, leaving a jagged line. “I
got lost.”
“At which
part?” He switched to the leg machine, adding
more weight onto the sides.
The part where you started being too sexy. “I guess
the beginning of this problem?”
He paused
the movement that was causing the muscles in
his thighs to flex and release, flex and release, and straightened. He gave me
an inquisitive look that made me think I’d been busted checking him out. “Maybe
we should take a break.”
“A break
sounds good.” I set aside my textbook and notebook, happy to give up the
pretense of doing math.
“Come ‘ere.”
“Why?”
“Because I
said so.” His voice was low and more commanding than normal. Which must be why
I stepped toward him. I hesitated a foot away, and he whipped out his arm, caught
my hand, and pulled me closer.
My heart
beat so hard I thought it might burst right out of my chest.
“Were you,
or were you not, checking me out?”
“Are you
high on testosterone right now?” I asked. He wasn’t usually so straightforward,
and I wasn’t sure how to react to this version of Ryder. The confident way he’d
called me out and jerked me toward him sent my hormones into overdrive, and set
my in-danger-of-falling-for-a-hockey-player sensor on high alert.
“It’s
possible.” He tugged my hand, bringing me close enough that my hip bumped his
leg. “Now, how about you answer the question?”
“I may have
been doing a little ogling.” I lifted my chin. It wasn’t like he didn’t know I
was attracted. I’d pretty much laid it out before. “What? Friends can’t ogle
their friends?”
“Shit, I
hope that’s not a rule, or I’ve been breaking it all fucking morning.”
Cindi Madsen is a USA Today
bestselling author of contemporary romance and young adult novels. She sits at
her computer every chance she gets, plotting, revising, and falling in love
with her characters. Sometimes it makes her a crazy person. Without it, she’d
be even crazier. She has way too many shoes, but can always find a reason to
buy a pretty new pair, especially if they’re sparkly, colorful, or super tall.
She loves music and dancing and wishes summer lasted all year long. She lives
in Colorado (where summer is most definitely NOT all year long) with her
husband and three children.
You can visit her Website, where you can sign up for her newsletter to get all the up-to-date information on her books.
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