Hey everyone! I have some great news to share with you about a fantastic new group I'm part of.
If the Winter Olympics have you all a
flutter and daydreaming about seriously sexy athletes then wow, have we got a
treat for you! Yes, come on over and check out our amazing new website
showcasing the best the romance world has to offer in hockey fiction, HockeyRomance.
Hockey Romance focuses on hot hockey
players in the world of fiction, following their bad boy antics both on and off
the ice. Ranging from sweetly romantic to down-and-dirty kinky, the Hockey
Romance website caters to every need and taste. Read about the women who tame
these testosterone-overdosed guys, find out if the players are as skillful in
the bedroom as they are on the rink, and what really happens in the locker
All heat levels and pairings are
represented, so no matter if you like M/F, M/M, kinky, sweet – one of our
authors will have you covered!
Oh, yes, it’s hot in here!
And with a host of talented authors to keep
stoking the fire with new romantic and sexy stories, love and lust is only a
click away. Between us we have an impressive library of tempting and
titillating books to warm even the coldest nights. So while you’re watching the
sure-to-be-awesome hockey tournament in Sochi and shouting for your team, feel
free to wonder just what’s below those layers of padding, and then pick up a
novel from a Hockey Romance author and get up close and personal with a sexy
player of your own.
Cassandra Carr is a multi-award winning
romance writer. When not writing she enjoys watching hockey and hanging out
online. Cassandra's books have won numerous "Best Book Of" awards and
her novella Unexpected Top was nominated in the E-book Erotic Romance category
of RT's Reviewers' Choice Awards.
She thinks the best part of being a writer
is how she writes about love and sex while most others struggle with daily
commutes, micro-managing bosses and cranky co-workers. Her inspiration comes
from everywhere, but she'd particularly like to thank the Buffalo Sabres, the
hockey team near and dear to her heart.
Catherine Gayle is a bestselling author of
Regency-set historical romance and contemporary hockey romance with a New Adult
feel. She’s a transplanted Texan living in North Carolina with two extremely
spoiled felines. In her spare time, she watches way too much hockey and reality
TV, plans fun things to do for the Nephew Monster’s next visit, and performs
experiments in the kitchen which are rarely toxic.
Lily Harlem is an award-winning author of
contemporary erotic romance. She lives with her husband in the UK and since
leaving a career in nursing writes full time. She is published by houses on
both sides of the Atlantic including Ellora’s Cave and HarperCollins and also
self-publishes her work.
Her Hot Ice series regularly receives high
praise and industry nominations and she’s never happier than when she’s
dreaming up the next story for her bad-boy heroes of fictional hockey team the
Vipers. Usually when writing she’s accompanied by a cat on her lap and a dog at
her feet, both rescued from the shelter and constant companions.
Kelly Jamieson lives in Winnipeg, Canada
and is the bestselling author of over thirty romance novels and novellas. Her
writing has been described as “emotionally complex”, “sweet and satisfying” and
“blisteringly sexy”. If she can stop herself from reading or writing, she loves
to cook. She has shelves of cookbooks that she reads at length. She also enjoys
gardening in the summer, and in the winter she likes to read gardening
magazines and seed catalogues (there might be a theme here...) She also loves
shopping, especially for clothes and shoe, and of cours, watching hockey games.
Vicki loves worn
jeans, belly laughs, anything romantic, Greek mythology, New York Rangers
hockey, comic books and coffee. (Not necessarily in that order.) She shares her
life with her husband, her daughter, one dog, two cats, a
steer named Mooka, and a flock of assorted domestic fowl.She is a proud
Torquere Press and Secret Cravings Publishing author. When not writing
romantica tales, she can be found enjoying her day with her menagerie in the
rolling hills of Pennsylvania with a cup of fresh java in hand.
Toni Aleo is the author of the Nasvhille
Assassins series. When not rooting for her beloved Nashville Predators, she’s
probably going to her husband’s and son’s hockey games and her daughter’s dance
competitions, taking pictures, scrapbooking, or reading the latest romance
novel. She lives in the Nashville area with her husband, two children, and a
Butler is a romantic fiction author with a penchant for Dr. Pepper, ice hockey,
and world domination.
lives in Texas under a not-so-secret identity with two monsters, writing books
and planning the next step in her evil plans into the twilight hours of the
night because that’s when it’s quiet in the house.
Sommerland was born and raised in Montreal, Quebec. When not reading
neurotically or writing as though the fate of the world rests on her keyboard,
she is either watching hockey or teaching her daughters the beauty of a
classic, steel pony while reminiscing about her days in Auto Body Mechanics.
is balanced with utmost care between normal family life, and the internal
paranormal realm where her characters reside. For the most part, she succeeds.
Today at Nine Naughty Novelists it's Friday Fight Club - and my hero from You Really Got Me, Chief Jason Holloway, is facing off against Captain Jeb Stone, from Desperately Seeking Fireman by Jennifer Bernard. Read more about the guys at the 9NN blog or come to the Facebook page to vote!
Here's a short snippet featuring the wine tasting scene Jason talks about:
He descended to his kitchen and returned
with two beers. He handed her one and slid back into bed, propping pillows
behind them, one arm around her. Keeping the conversation carefully off his
past, they talked about his house, his neighbor, the weather. When he pressed
kisses over her skin anywhere he could reach, her shoulder, the side of her
neck, breathing in her scent, she giggled.
It was a sound he hadn’t heard enough of
from her. He liked it. He tipped her chin up. “What’s so funny?”
She slanted a grin at him over her
shoulder. “Your mouth is cold. And the beers reminded me of an old joke.”
He lifted one eyebrow, smiling back at her,
delighted by her amusement.
“How you impress a woman,” she continued. “By
complimenting her, kissing her, cuddling her. Send her flowers, hold her, wine
her and dine her.”
“Uh huh.” He waited.
“And how you impress a man is―show up naked…with
He laughed. “Hmm. Works for me.”
Her eyes widened. “Hey. I have a case of
wine in the trunk of my car.”
He grinned and stroked a strand of hair off
her face. “Why do you have a case of wine in your trunk?”
“I don’t even remember now. But I’ll go get
a bottle. It’s a really nice Cabernet Franc. I can give you a wine tasting
lesson. Naked.” She shot him a sexy smile as he watched her roll out of bed and
reach for her clothes.
“Don’t get dressed,” he said, following her
out of bed. “I’ll go get the wine.”
So she grabbed his shirt instead of her own
clothes and he stepped into a pair of loose sweat pants. In his shirt, big and
loose on her slender frame, her hair tangled around her shoulders, lips
kiss-swollen and eyes smudgy, she looked so goddamn sexy he wanted to tackle
her and throw her back onto the bed and tie her up forever. Instead, he led the
way down to his kitchen where her purse sat on the counter. She handed him the
keys to her car with a smile and waited at the door as he retrieved the bottle.
He held it up as he came back into the
kitchen. “I don’t have wine, but I do have wine glasses.” He opened the cupboard
and pulled out two stemmed glasses.
“A corkscrew?” she asked, peeling off the
wrapping on the top of the bottle. He pulled that out of a drawer too, and she
handed the wine to him.
He let her pour the wine into the glasses,
a deep ruby-plum color. She gave the glass a small, expert swirl, held it to
her nose, then sipped it.
“You’re not going to spit it out, are you?”
he asked. He didn’t know much about wine, but seemed to remember that tasting
wine didn’t involve swallowing it.
“No, I’m not going to spit it out.” She
gave him a flirty smile. “I’d rather swallow than spit.”
Jesus, Kendall Vioget had just made a dirty
joke, with enough innuendo that his balls tightened. Nice.