So many readers have emailed me asking if there was going to be another hockey story to follow Breakaway and Faceoff. The answer was yes! And now it’s finally here! I’d always intended there to be at least three books and it looks like now I have to write four, because I have one more brother to find a happy ever after for, and, you’ll see when you read One Man Advantage, I also have one big, dangling loose end to tie up…
I had inquiries from a couple of readers who buy from Amazon, because One Man Advantage isn’t available there for pre-order. Unfortunately this particular publisher doesn’t upload books to Amazon until after release day and it takes a while for Amazon to get them on their website.
However, if you want to buy One Man Advantage on release day, or soon after, you can buy it directly from the publisher’s website. http://www.jasminejade.com/p-10033-one-man-advantage.aspx . They do have all formats but if you have problems or questions, they also have a good help page http://www.jasminejade.com/t-allaboutebooks.aspx
He has a one man advantage – he knows what she really wants…
After her ex trashes her reputation in front of the media and it quickly goes viral, Nicole vows she’ll never get involved with another hockey player. Too bad her job with the Minneapolis Caribou puts her in contact with sexy hockey players on a daily basis, including the newly traded center, Logan Heller. Logan’s pretty sure Nicole is the perfect woman for him and he’s determined to have her—in and out of bed. Nicole is equally determined to never date another hockey player. But Logan has a one man advantage...he knows what she really wants.
Here's a sneak peek - Nicole is taking Logan around to look at condos for him to move into:
“Are you sure you don’t want to look at more? It’s a big decision. You might want to check out other neighborhoods...”
“I’m hardly ever home,” he said. “We’re on the road a lot. In the summer I go home. It doesn’t really matter where I live.”
“As long as the ceiling will support a swing.”
A surprised laugh popped out of him. His dancing eyes met hers. “Noooo,” he said. “Don’t be silly.”
She lifted one eyebrow.
“I’m not really into swings. But I do need a hook for suspension bondage.”
Her pussy immediately gave a warm squeeze. She kept her smile in place and her tone light. “Oh stop. You’re getting me all hot and bothered.”
His eyes widened. “Really?”
“No.” She rolled her eyes. “I’m joking. As were you.”
But some kind of intuition told her he wasn’t joking. And as their eyes once again met and held, her intuition told her that he knew she knew that.
“Damn,” he murmured.
Heat swept over her body, a tiny ache developing low down inside her. She gazed at him in the late afternoon dusk as they stood on the sidewalk outside the last building they’d looked at and licked her lips. “Okay! Well, enough kidding around. That makes my job easier, if you’re going to decide that fast. I’ll leave it up to you to contact the agent and get things started.”
“Thanks for finding these. They were all great.”
“It’s my job,” she said dryly. “Other duties as assigned.”
“Okay. Would it be other duties as assigned to have dinner with me tonight?”
Her hand paused on the door handle as she went to open the door of the SUV. “What? Again? You’re asking me out again?” Tabarnac? Not again! She closed her eyes briefly. Why was he doing this to her! She could let her imagination run wild and picture them having a romantic dinner somewhere, eating by candlelight, talking (about hockey) and laughing and then maybe going back to her place, and her belly did a little flip of lust at the thought of hot, athletic sex with him...oh holy Virgin Mary.
“No!” he said. “I’m not. Definitely not. This would totally be a business dinner.”
She snorted. “Bullshit.”
She caught his eye, the amusement glinting there, the tug of the corners of his lips, and she went all melty inside. But at least this time she had a built-in, ready-to-use excuse, an impermeable defense strategy against his charm. Thank god. She really couldn’t go out with him that night. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I can’t. I have a date tonight.”
His eyes shadowed. “Oh. I’m sorry. I didn’t realize you were seeing someone. I...” He shook his head. “Never mind. Okay. I’ll drive you back to the arena.”
They’d left her car there earlier.
The easiness that had developed between them throughout the day had disappeared, replaced with a stiff awkwardness. Nicole clasped her hands on her purse on her lap as they drove. She’d accepted that date with Paul, who she’d met on the plane, because it was time for her to move on, to date someone outside the hockey world. Nobody was ever going to insult her again because of dating a hockey player. She was sticking to her resolution on this, no matter how tempting the big, charming man beside her was. But damn, it was hard! Especially since he seemed to like her too. It was enough to make her melt like a skating rink in the spring.