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πBrother's Rival
πSecret Relationship
πBody Positive Heroine
πSweet Only for Her
πForbidden Love
Excerpt:
“Enjoying your boring plain black coffee?” she asks, gifting me with a smile before she takes a sip of her frothy one.
“It’s delicious,” I tell her as we approach the library. “Want a sip?”
She scrunches her nose up, and it’s cute as fuck. “No, thank you. I’ll stick with my white chocolate cinnamon latte. It’s so yummy. In fact, maybe you should try it.”
She’s swirling her straw in her whipped cream, and I fake a shudder. “Not happening,” I say, leaning my back against the stone exterior and pulling Bridgette close.
“Are you judging my whipped cream? Casting doubt on this most glorious of condiments?”
“It’s not a condiment,” I correct, determined to set this wayward beauty straight. “It’s weird. It’s like milky air. Who wants to taste that?”
“People who like putting delicious things in their mouths,” she retorts. It takes a second for her cheeks to turn pink as she realizes what she just said.
“Really? Tell me more,” I tease, because I’m a filthy bastard like that. Studying with a hard-on isn’t ideal, but I’ve done it several times in the past week and lived to tell the tale, so I’ll survive this, too.
She thinks she’s being slick when she swipes a manicured finger into the pile of whipped cream that tops her drink, and then extends that finger in my direction. I catch her hand easily and turn it back on her, causing a smear of whipped cream to land on her pouty lips.
“Oops,” I say, no trace of contrition in my tone. She looks so damn cute that I can’t help but lean in for a quick kiss. As my lips brush over hers, my life changes forever. “F*ck. That’s delicious.” My tongue darts out of my mouth to capture any last remnants of sweetness.
Her green eyes shine as she kisses me back. “Told you so. I’ll text you later.”
“You should come to my place later. You can meet the one roommate I actually like, and then we can get coffee. I think you’ve converted me.”
Her laugh is musical as she sashays down the brick walkway. I watch her go, and then I turn to head inside Friedman Library, but I nearly plow right over Blue on my way to the steps. He’s standing like a damn statue in the middle of the sidewalk, his mouth hanging open like he’s a f*cking fish or something.
I brush past him, but he doesn’t follow me. He’s just standing there staring at the stone wall where Bridgette and I were saying goodbye.
“What?” I ask, taking a sip of my coffee and wondering what the hell his deal is.
My best friend doesn’t even blink. He just stares blankly and poses a question. “What. The. F*ck. Are. You. Doing?
I roll my eyes because he thinks I’m the dramatic one. “It’s called kissing. It’s f*cking awesome. You should try it sometime.”
“Tell me you know who that is,” he says, his voice lethally calm.
“The girl I was kissing goodbye?” I ask, my brow furrowed. What the f*ck is his problem?
“That's not just a kiss goodbye, but whatever. Who’s the girl?”
I’ve known Blue almost my entire life, and while he can be a lot to handle, he’s never this theatrical. “That’s my girlfriend.”
His eyes blink comically, like he’s suddenly morphed into the cartoon version of himself. “Your what-the-ever-loving-f*ck?”
Okay, now I’m starting to get annoyed. He knows I’ve been seeing someone. I haven’t been hiding it. “It's new, but that’s the girl I’ve been telling you about. Bridgette’s it for me.” If my best friend has a problem with Bridgette—especially after seeing her for all of a minute—then he’s going to have a damn issue with me.
“Bridgette? That’s what you call her?” His question brings me back to the moment and the realization that we’re standing in the middle of campus. It’s midday and people are milling all around us. I’m not in the mood for his line of questioning, but I definitely don’t need to be interrogated like a hostile witness with a damn audience.
“Yeah,” I answer, “because that’s her name. What the hell is wrong with you?” I ask, making my way up the steps and out of the crowd.
“What’s her last name?” Blue asks, following me inside.
“What’s with the third degree?” I ask, heading straight to the quiet study rooms. There’s an empty one, so I stride inside and toss my bag on one of the chairs before turning to my best friend to find out what the hell his problem is.
“What is her last name?” he asks again.
I smirk at him while I tap my chin in mock concentration. “Hmmm.. let me think…oh, yeah, I remember. It's Why’sMyBestFriendBeingADickhole?”
“It’s not that,” he says, shaking his head.
I love the guy. We couldn’t be any closer if we were blood brothers. But right now, he’s really pissing me off. “Oh, really? How the hell do you know?”
“Because it’s Mikalski.” he says, slumping down into one of the burgundy plastic chairs.
“It’s wh—” I stop cold when I realize two things. The first is that I don’t know the current last name of my future wife. The second is that I’ve heard the name Mikalski before.
Blue’s got that same wild look in his eyes now as he did in the courtyard. “I just watched you try to suck the lips off Birdie.”
“Who’s Birdie? My girlfriend’s name is Bridgette.”
“Yep,” He nods slowly. “It’s Bridgette Mikalski. Also known as Mickey’s twin sister, Birdie.”
BLURB:
Body Check is a forbidden romance featuring a grumpy hero and a curvy heroine who just can't stay away from each other!
I’m the teammate nobody likes. I don’t play well with others, and I hog the puck. If I have a choice between passing or trying to score, I’ll take the shot every time.
It’s not my fault that nobody else is as good as I am.
When I transfer to Bainbridge University, it’s no surprise that my new team isn’t happy to see me. After all, I used to be their biggest rival, and I loved nothing more than scoring on them. Okay, there was one thing I enjoyed more, and that was getting under the skin of one of their D-Men, Mickey Mikalski.
I count on a frosty reception from my new team. I count on Mickey getting on my very last nerve.
What I don’t count on is falling in love with his sister.
Body Check is the second book in Season Two of the Bainbridge U Hockey series, and it can be enjoyed as a standalone. If you love surly heroes who don't play well with others, body-positive heroines who know their worth, and steamy scenes that will make you want to take a dip in the pool just to cool off, then Dutton and Birdie's love story is for you!
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