On the ice, the Islanders crashed the net. The ref called the goal. It was sent for review.
Good goal. The game was tied.
“Are you sure this is what you want, Sam?” Jami’s voice broke. “I know Luke’s not the easiest person to live with sometimes, but he does love you. You can’t do this because you’re giving up on him.”
Sam shook her head, reaching out to pull Jami in for a hug. “I’m not giving up on him. This feels right. You know Oriana. You know Max and Sloan. They’ll give my son a great life.”
Holding Sam tightly, Jami nodded. “I know. And I’m sorry. I guess I pictured everything differently, you know?”
“So did I. I wasn’t planning to get knocked up so young.” Sam let out a teary laugh. “But my kid won’t pay for it.”
All right, this was good. Jami and Sam had worked things out. Maybe the discussion hadn’t been pleasant, but better now than after the baby was born.
Sahara went over to hug both girls and excused herself so she could check on Bran and Kimber. When she got to the wives’ private box, Becky was holding Bran, and Kimber and Casey were staring down at the ice with their hands over their mouths.
Heath was down on his hands and knees, spitting blood. Dominik was beating the hell out of an Islander forward, and every player on the ice was fighting. Including the goalies.
“Sahara!” Bran held out his arms, squirming in Becky’s hold. “Heath’s hurt!”
Taking Bran into her arms, Sahara whispered thanks to Becky and stroked the little boy’s hair. “He’ll be all right, buddy. Look, the trainer’s with him. He’s skating all on his own.”
“Is that good?” Kimber whispered.
Nodding, Sahara watched the teams being separated. She bit her lip as the refs handed out the penalties. Dominik would be in the penalty box until the game ended.
Luckily, the game ended with a tie.
Her phone went off in her pocket. She pulled it out and checked the text.
Jami: Sam just went in to labor. This is all my fault.
Sahara: It’s not your fault. She’s almost nine months along, isn’t she? Maybe it was just her time.
Jami: We’re bringing her to the hospital now. Can you come meet us there?
Another text came in. It was Dominik.
Dominik: Can you come down for a minute?
This was crazy. Sahara stared at her phone, torn between wanting to be there for Jami and needing to be there for Dominik. Jami had Akira. Dominik had his teammates.
“Do you need me to watch them again, honey?” Becky asked.
Sahara nodded, happy to see neither Bran nor Kimber seemed upset that she’d have to leave them again. She quickly sent a text and hurried out to the hall to jump on the elevator.
* * * *
Dominik had gotten an earful from both Sloan and Coach Shero for his penalty, but he wasn’t hearing much of anything. After coming to the locker room, he’d picked up his phone to text Sahara and seen the message from his brother.
Joshua had been called for another mission. He wished Dominik luck. Couldn’t say where he was going. He’d be in touch.
Barely managing not to put his fist through the wall, Dominik sank to the bench in front of his stall and blocked out the entire world. He couldn’t fucking do this anymore.
But he had to.
“Dominik?” Sahara approached him, sinking to her knees and placing her hands on his thighs. “Talk to me.”
Fuck, just seeing her face calmed his racing pulse. He slid his hands over her cheeks and into her hair. Pressed his eyes shut as he leaned in to kiss her.
“How are Bran and Kimber? They know Ladd’s okay, right?” He opened his eyes and looked over at Ladd, who was getting checked on by the trainers. The kid had lost a tooth from the slash and had gotten a few stitches on his lip. No big deal.
The kids might not see it that way though.
“They’re good. You’re not. What happened?”
He sighed, feeling stupid for asking her to come down. Seeing her was amazing, but he was a professional. He needed to pull his shit together. “I’m good. I kinda flipped when that guy took a swing at Ladd. Stupid fucking penalty, but Hunt kept us in the game.”
“From where I was standing, it looked like a good penalty. They need to know not to fuck with our players,” Sahara said, all bloodthirsty and sexy as hell. She gave him a wry smile and cleared her throat. “There’s more though, isn’t there?”
“Josh was called up for another mission.” Dominik rubbed his hand over his eyes. “He’s doing his job. I need to do mine.”
Lacing her fingers behind his neck, Sahara met his eyes. “Yes, you do. But you get to be worried about him.”
Maybe, but Dominik was supposed to be leading his team to a fucking victory. They were so damn close. His head had to be in the game.
“What about you? You were awesome in the pregame show. Sucks that they took out your performance between periods.”
“Naw, people are too riled up to enjoy it anyway.” Sahara dropped her gaze. “But I have to go.”
What? “Go?”
“Sam just went into labor. Jami freaked out because she tore into her about letting Oriana adopt the baby. It’s a mess.” Sahara stroked his thick beard with her thumb. “If you ask me to, I’ll stay, but I’ve been trying to be a better friend. Jami needs to be there when Sam has her baby. And she asked me to be with her.”
“You should be.” I want you here, but I won’t be that kind of man. Grant had come between Sahara and her friends. He’d isolated her to the point that she’d lost many friends. She had to see how different life would be now.
She pressed her forehead to his. “I’ll still be watching the game. And Becky’s with Bran and Kimber.”
“Good. Becky will be fine with them.”
“Yes, but you need to listen to me.” Sahara took a deep breath. “Do you remember when I asked you to score a goal for me?”
“Yeah.”
“Now I need more. Win the game. For me, for the team, for your mother and your brothers, because you know they’re watching. Take this round for all of us.”
Dominik nodded. He could do that. And she was right.
She didn’t need to be in the stands to support him. He’d taught her how to feel him with her even when he couldn’t be. And after he kissed her, after he walked her to the locker room door, he still felt her presence.
Even more so when he stepped back onto the ice.
* * * *
Climbing into the back of the cab she’d called since she’d come here with Dominik and couldn’t take his truck, Sahara gave the cabbie directions and pulled the game up on her phone. The puck was dropped. The play was fierce, rushing from one side of the ice to the other. Hunt made a spectacular save.
She’d worried that she’d made the wrong choice in leaving, but Dominik looked amazing out there. With powerful hits, moving faster than the younger players, he was on his fucking game. His passes were crisp, and soon, she had no reason to doubt the choice she’d made.
The excitement in the announcer’s voice mounted as he called out every play.
“Mason snaps up the puck on a pinch. Whips the puck over to Perron. Perron passes it back. Mason dodges a check and tucks the puck back to Ladd… Ladd scores! The Cobras win!”
THE END
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Game Misconduct
THE DARTMOUTH COBRAS #1
The game has always cast a shadow over Oriana Delgado’s life. She should hate the game. But she doesn’t. The passion and the energy of the sport are part of her. But so is the urge to drop the role of the Dartmouth Cobra owner’s ‘good daughter’ and find a less . . .conventional one.
Playmaker Max Perron never expected a woman to accept him and his twisted desires. Oriana came close, but he wasn’t surprised when she walked away. A girl like her needs normal. Which he can’t give her. He’s too much of a team pla
yer, and not just on the ice.
But then Oriana’s father goes too far in trying to control her and she decides to use exposure as blackmail. Just the implication of her spending the night with the Cobras’ finest should get her father to back off.
Turns out a team player is exactly what she needs.
“Ms Sommerland takes us on an extremely incredible journey as we watch Oriana’s master her own sexuality. She comes to realize that there is more out there that she craves and desires, than she has ever realized.” Rhayne —Guilty Pleasures
“With a delicious storyline and kinky characters outside of the norm, Game Misconduct pushes you outside of your comfort zone and rewards your submission with phenomenally erotic sex. If you’re a fan of hardcore BDSM, then this book is going to top your list of must reads!” Silla Beaumont —Just Erotic Romance
Defensive Zone
THE DARTMOUTH COBRAS
Silver Delgado has gained control of the Dartmouth Cobras—and lost control of her life.
Hockey might be the family business, but it’s never interested Silver. Until her father’s health decline thrusts responsibility for the team he owns straight into her hands. Now she has to find a way to get the team more fans and establish herself as the new owner. Which means standing up to Dean Richter, the general manager and the advisor her father has forced on her. The fact that their “business relationship” started with her over his lap at his BDSM club shouldn’t be too much of a problem. Their hot one-night stand meant nothing! But how can she earn his respect when he sees her as submissive? Can they separate work and the lifestyle she’s curious to explore?
Balancing her new life away from Hollywood, living among people who see her as the selfish Delgado princess, has her feeling lost and alone until Landon Bower, the Cobras new goalie slips into her life and becomes her best—and only—friend. The time they spend together makes everything else bearable, but before long his eyes meet hers with more than friendship, reflecting what she feels. Which could ruin everything.
Two Dominant men who see past her pretty mask and the shallow image she portrayed to the flashing cameras. A gentle attack from both sides that she can’t hope to block unless she learns how to play.
But she’s getting the hang of the game.
Breakaway
THE DARTMOUTH COBRAS
Against some attacks, the only hope is to come out and meet the play.
Last year, Jami Richter had no plans, no goals, no future. But that’s all changed. First step, make up for putting her father through hell by supporting the hockey team he manages and becoming an Ice Girl. But a photo shoot puts her right in the arms of Sebastian Ramos, a Dartmouth Cobra defenseman with a reputation for getting any woman—or, as the rumors imply, man—he desires. And the powerful dominant wants her…and Luke. Getting involved in Seb’s lifestyle gives her a new understanding of the game and the bonds between players. But can she handle being caught between two men who want her, while struggling with their attraction to one another?
Luke Carter’s life is about as messed up as his scarred face. His mother is sick. His girlfriend dumps him. When he goes to his favorite BDSM club to blow off some steam, his Dom status is turned upside down when a therapeutic beating puts him in a good place. He flatly denies being submissive—or, even worse, being attracted to another man. He wants Jami but can’t have her without getting involved with Sebastian. Can he overcome his own prejudices long enough to admit he wants them both?
Caught between Luke and Jami, Sebastian Ramos does everything in his power to fulfill their needs. His two new submissives willingly share their bodies, but not their secrets. When his own past comes back to haunt him, the fragile foundation of their relationship is ripped apart. As he works to salvage the damage done by doubt and insecurity, he discovers that Jami is hiding something dangerous. But it may already be too late.
Offside
THE DARTMOUTH COBRAS
A pace ahead of the play can send you back to the start. And put everything you’ve worked for at risk.
Single mother and submissive Rebecca Bower abandoned her career as a sports reporter to become a media consultant with her brother’s hockey team. A failed marriage to a selfish man makes her wary of getting involved with another. Unfortunately, chemistry is hard to deny, and all her hormones are dancing when she gets close to the Cobra’s sniper, Scott Demyan.
Zachary Pearce ‘came out’ to the world last season to shift attention away from a teammate. And his one night with Scott Demyan had been unsettling. There could be more there, if only Scott was a different person. Instead, a night of sensual BDSM play with Becky leaves him wanting more, but she thinks he’s gay and questions his interest. It’s been a long time since a woman has attracted him both as a man and a Dom, and he’ll do everything in his power to prove she’s the only one he needs. Or wants. His one time with Scott was a mistake.
Scott might have forgotten what happened in his childhood, but the effects linger, and he specializes in drunken one-night stands…until he meets Zach and Becky and sees what he’s missing. But neither one believes Scott can be faithful. Although he’s trying hard to clean up his act to avoid getting kicked off the team, they want more from him. He’s willing to make changes, but the most important one—putting their happiness before his own—means he’ll probably end up alone.
Delayed Penalty
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All choices have consequences, only sometimes they’re . . . delayed.
Cortland Nash fled Dartmouth to avoid being arrested for murder, but his best friend, Ford Delgado, is in danger. Cort returns, prepared to keep his head down, and do whatever it takes to keep Ford breathing, but when he finds a beautiful young woman out in the snow, frozen in fear, his plans change. He needs to make sure she’s safe—even if the greatest danger is him.
Akira Hayashi never thought she’d overcome her fear of men, but the care of an experienced Dom helped her achieve so much more. She’s embraced her submissive side, and found her strength as the captain of the Dartmouth Cobras’ Ice Girls. There’s nothing she can’t do—except function when she’s mugged in a parking lot. The intimidating stranger who rescues her makes her feel things she never thought possible. The only problem is his connection with Ford, a man she’ll hate forever because she refuses to feel anything else.
With the constant threats from the crime lord he once called “Dad,” Ford Delgado has no room in his life for love. Unfortunately, Akira already has his heart—which is split in two when he discovers Cort is dating her. The betrayal has him lashing out, trying to move on, to grow as a Dom, and free himself from Kingsley’s criminal empire. He tries to forget what Akira means to him, but one look into her eyes shows him the last thing she needs is for him to let her go.
Iron Cross
Too many penalties may leave the goal vulnerable without the IRON CROSS.
After overcoming a potentially career-ending concussion, Tyler Vanek, Dartmouth Cobras first line forward, couldn't be happier with his life. Until his boyhood hero-worship for Raif Zovko, a newly acquired player, develops into more. His mistress, 'Chicklet' encourages him to explore his feelings, and with her enjoyment of toying with the powerful Dom, Tyler figures it might be fun.
Laura Tallent, a dedicated officer with the Halifax PD, and Chicklet's first sub, is tired of Tyler's fun disrupting the structure of her world. Devotion to her mistress kept her silent for two years, but a horrible case and more proof that Tyler is the worst sub in existence has her wondering how much better life would be if he was someone else's problem. Someone like Raif.
Raif won't deny the lust he feels for Tyler, but he refuses to play games with a young man who's questioning his sexuality--he won't be an experimental phase for an unruly submissive. But when Laura draws him into a plan to remove Tyler from her poly relationship with Chicklet, his protective instincts take over. He partners with Chicklet to protect Tyler and dig deeper into the reasons behind Laura's scheming. Chick
let clearly loves her boy, she won't let him go. And before long, Raif realizes neither can he.
Blindsided by the discord in her household, Chicklet struggles to fulfill her subs' needs as their careers throw challenges at them all. Control is slipping from her hands, but with Raif by her side, she prays her relationships can be saved. Salvaging the future means rebuilding with a new foundation. But the only way to make the base solid is for them all to work together. And with all the secrecy and lies, she has no idea where to start.
About the Author
Tell you about me? Hmm, well, there’s not much to say. I love hockey and cars and my kids…not in that order of course! Lol! When I’m not writing—which isn’t often—I’m usually watching a game or a car show while networking. Going out with my kids is my only downtime. I get to clear my head and forget everything.
As for when and why I first started writing, I guess I thought I’d get extra cookies if I was quiet for a while—that’s how young I was. I used to bring my grandmother barely legible pages filled with tales of evil unicorns. She told me then that I would be a famous author.
I hope one day to prove her right.
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Also by Bianca Sommerland
The Dartmouth Cobras
Game Misconduct (The Dartmouth Cobras #1)
Defensive Zone (The Dartmouth Cobras #2)
Breakaway (The Dartmouth Cobras #3)
Offside (The Dartmouth Cobras #4)
Delayed Penalty (The Dartmouth Cobras #5)
Goal Line (The Dartmouth Cobras Book 7) Page 35