Harrisburg Railers Box Set 1
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“Good. She’s a nice kid.”
“Yes, she is. They’re all wonderful students.”
We took off our skate guards and stepped onto the ice, his fingers laced with mine.
“You look happy,” he said, then took off, pulling me behind him as we slowly made a lap around the ice.
“I am. Deliriously so.” I turned to face him, skating in reverse so I could watch the play of emotions run over his expressive face. “You have so much to do with my happiness level. I thought I’d lost all my happy. Then you skated into my world.”
“And turned it right into a shitfest.” His brows tangled a bit as we did a few easy crossovers.
“No, you did not.” He spun me around, then pulled me back, pressing me against his chest as “Wonderwall” by Oasis began to fill the rink. “It was already a shitfest. You gave me a reason to battle out of the mess. We were fated. Like Romeo and Juliet, only minus the poison and cursing in Italian.”
His head dropped, his brow resting on mine, our skates gliding over the fresh ice, his arms around me.
“You saved me. You know that, right?”
A livelier song began, “Electric Love”, one that I’d toyed with skating to at one time. But that had been a lifetime ago. Now the medals and the flowers falling to the ice didn’t seem as important as seeing Scotty smile after nailing a single salchow. And the accolades and fan adoration paled to being with this man on the nights we could wrangle couple time.
“You saved you,” I reminded him, leaning back to allow him to swing me out. His grip was so strong, sure, steady. When I was upright, Dieter lifted me over his head. I rolled down to his shoulder a moment later, my arms looping around his neck, my skates barely touching the ice.
“Okay, but I had lots of support.” He pressed a kiss to my chin as I slithered down the front of him.
“You’d make a very solid skating partner,” I told him, my fingers playing with the soft hairs on the nape of his neck.
“Is that the only kind of solid partner you think I could be?” His lips trailed up from my chin to my lips, where he nibbled and licked for the length of an entire song. I let him lead us around the rink, his stride powerful and sure, mine light and steady.
“Goose,” I purred between soft, sweet kisses. “I know you’ll make a wonderful bowling partner.”
Dieter snorted, our feet moving in perfect tandem with nary a trip or stumble. “You’re not going to just say it, are you?”
“Doubtful. I like to play the minx,” I confessed, darting away from him to build up enough speed that I could drop down to sail across the ice on my side, one leg tucked behind me and the other straight. It was quite the dramatic move, and one that had won me more than a few medals and championships.
Dieter skated over to where I was lying on the ice, my eyes closed, and my form perfect.
“The Canadian/German judge gives that move a perfect ten.”
I cracked an eye open. “The Canadian/German judge is biased, but the American/Pilipino skater is okay with that.”
He offered me his hand. I slipped mine into his and was pulled to my skates and into his embrace. I traced his strong jaw with my cold fingers. His green-and-amber eyes began to smolder. We hadn’t been on the ice long.
“You’ll be an amazing life partner. That is if you want to spend the rest of your life with me?” I peeked through my eyelashes. “I’m known to be a little bratty and just a bit flamboyant.”
“Just a bit, huh?” He thumbed my lower lip, smearing the pink gloss that he adored so much.
I nodded, then batted my darkened lashes.
“I love bratty, flamboyant men.”
“Then we’re a solid pair, aren’t we?”
“We are now.”
THE END
Next for the Harrisburg Railers
Stan’s story
Poke Check (Harrisburg Railers Hockey #4)
Poke Check is available in the next Harrisburg Railers Volume including 3 titles
One scorching summer in each other's arms could never be enough.
Stanislav “Stan” Lyamin is happy playing for the Railers. The towering goalie is well-loved, respected, and making a home for himself even though that home only contains him, his cat, and his growing Pokémon trading card collection. Stan prefers it that way. He’d given his heart to a man last summer in a secret affair, and that man walked away, leaving Stan shattered.
Now Erik is back in his life, and he has the same tumultuous effect he had on Stan’s heart as before. This time it’s not just a kissable mouth and sweet blond curls that Erik has brought to Harrisburg, there’s a soon-to-be ex-wife and a precious baby. Despite the vow Stan made to hate Erik forever, he’s now finding it harder and harder to turn away.
Erik Gunnarsson’s dream had always been to play in the NHL; he just never imagined he’d land a contract with the Railers. Who would have thought that fate would put him on the same team as Stanislav Lyamin; the man whose heart he’d callously broken? Secrets and lies had defined their summer relationship, and the choice that Erik made to end it all haunts him still. In the middle of a messy divorce and with a baby in tow, Erik finds himself back in Stan’s life. Now all he has to do is be the best dad he can be, prove to the team that he deserves the chance to stay on the roster and try his hardest to get Stan to forgive him. Is it possible to persuade a man who hates you to give love a second chance?
Poke Check
Volume 2 of the Harrisburg Railers Hockey Romance Series includes:
Poke Check | Last Defense | Goal Line
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