Excerpt Reveal: Whirlwind

 

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𝑾𝑯𝑰𝑹𝑳𝑾𝑰𝑵𝑫 (Seattle Blades Book 4) by Alison Rhymes releases next week! Check out this sneak peek! 

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What to expect:

🖤Hockey Romance

🖤Spicy

🖤Neurodivergent Rep 

Excerpt:

She’s a fucking whirlwind and I am endlessly entertained and equally impressed by her brain. The other night when we were on a video game together, she simultaneously planned out how our team should take out the hardest boss in the game while she rattled off information about all she’d learned over the past week. She bounced from a giant seamount that was found on the ocean floor near Guatemala to a runaway black hole in space, before she finally landed on minerals, telling us all sorts of random facts about the oldest of them. Even with the most mundane subject, her enthusiasm always makes for an interesting conversation.

By the time the movie ends, I’ve managed to wrap my arm around her shoulders without her bolting off the couch. Nightmare has crawled onto her lap, hindering me from getting more comfortable, the little cock blocker. It’s probably for the best.

I turn my head toward her and catch her peering up at me.

“You’re really okay?”

“You’re really that worried,” I state in wonder.

“You’ve been acting different, is all,” she says. “Is everything okay with you and the team?”

“Yeah, it’s better than I’d hoped for.”

“Your family is good?”

“Yes, Kit. Everything and everyone is fine. I promise,” I reassure her. Except it doesn’t work, there are still worry lines around her narrowed eyes as they bounce around my face, looking for an explanation. I could give her that. I should give her that. Even though I’m afraid of how she’ll react, it’s the kind thing to do. And I don’t want to be anything but kind to her. “You’ve been on my mind.”

“What do you mean?” She tries to sit up straighter, but Nightmare protests the move with a disgruntled whimper.

“I mean,” I say slowly as I drop my forehead to hers, “that I think about you more or less non-fucking-stop, Kit.”

“You don’t have to worry about me when you’re away. I’m okay.”

“I know you are, and that’s not how I mean.”

“How do you mean?” she asks, pulling away an inch so she can focus on my face.

“Promise you won’t run away?”

“To where? I’m in my house,” she says, making me smile.

“I don’t just worry about you when I’m not around, Kit. I fantasize. I dream of kissing you,” I say, barely loud enough for her to hear.

“Oh,” she says, her mouth not closing fully after the tiny word escapes. I’d love it if that was an invitation. But I won’t make a move without her expressed invitation.

“I know you don’t date. So, I’m not sure what to do with my feelings.”

“But you’re in love with Isla,” she tells me, brows furrowed.

“I’m not.”

“I don’t know if I believe that.”

“Why not?” I ask.

She hesitates, thinking her answer through before speaking it.

“I’ll admit I don’t have much experience with the subject matter, but I don’t see how it’s possible to fall out of love easily.” She nibbles on the inside of her lip, still contemplating. It’s a tick of hers I’ve noticed several times, now. “Infatuation is more like a dopamine effect and will fade quickly, right? But true love…doesn’t that have to last? Maybe it takes years and years for it to fully fade.”

Fucking hell, I love her brain.

“I suspect it’s different for everyone,” I say, to start. “It’s been a couple of years, maybe that’s plenty of time for me to fall out of love. Or maybe it was never true love to begin with.”

Kit’s nose scrunches up as if she doesn’t fully believe what I’m saying, but again, she pauses before responding.

“Have you dated anyone since her? Or have you only had hookups?”

“I haven’t dated,” I say truthfully, knowing this won’t win me any points.

“I’d be your trial run,” she says, picking Nightmare up as she stands to walk into the kitchen. She doesn’t sound mad.

Hurt. She sounds hurt and I don’t know how I’ve fucked this up so epically.

Blurb: 

Data. Numbers. Facts.

That’s what I know.

I’m not great with relationships or men. I don’t even date. My entire sexual experience can be reduced to three nights of trauma.  

Imagine my surprise when one of hockey’s best players with the worst reputation takes interest in geeky old me.

Tyson Murphy isn’t what I need in my life. He’s hung up on his ex-girlfriend and runs through women like he runs down opponents on the ice. The last thing he needs is a woman who is terrified of intimacy.  

The last thing I want is to be just another puck in his net.

We’re oil and water. Order and chaos. Logic and emotion. We shouldn’t mix.

So why won’t he stop pursuing me?

And why do I suddenly crave the one thing I’ve avoided my whole adult life?

Love.

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