The ever-active Victoria Blisse has thought up a fun blog hop celebrating the Summer Olympics in her native England.
This blog hope requires the participants to be all sweaty and sexy, instead of just sexy.
Play Smutlympics to win!
http://smutinthecity.co.uk/smutlympics/prizes.html
I happen to think athletes are hot, mega-hot, hotter than any other kind of guy. So I’ve written a coupe of books starring athletes. Today I’ll be showcasing Puckheads, my romantic suspense set in the fast-paced world of pro hockey.
Here’s the blurb:
How far would you go to win your lifelong dream?
When Zoë Whipple agrees to film a documentary about a hockey team’s season, she doesn’t sign on for scandal, crime and murder. But she discovers that players rabid to win the championship don’t let morality or the law stand in the way of their ambitions.
When a rookie dies from cardiac arrest, Zoë is saddened but not suspicious until another player, in the grip of ‘roid rage, goes berserk on the ice and ends up in the hospital. Digging into the mess reveals illegal painkillers and steroid abuse among most of the team. Zoë, whose reputation for honest filmmaking is at stake, threatens to expose the scandals.
Is her new lover, team captain “Crash” Crasseau, responsible for the harassment and vandalism meant to scare her into silence? When Crasseau’s ex-wife is murdered, and Zoë’s daughter is threatened, Zoë must choose between her career ambitions and her child’s safety.
Here’s an excerpt:
“Quit delaying.” Crasseau pulled her onto the ice.
Zoë tried to control her shaking limbs, but it was tough. She was so nervous that she was sweating through layers of clothing.
Crasseau spun so he was skating backwards and hauled her along with him, impossibly fast. “Relax, will you? You’re wearing full gear. You could fall down a flight of stairs and not get hurt.”
She began to push her skates outward the way she used to do when roller skating. Suddenly it came back to her and she was speeding along, scarcely noticing when Crasseau let go of her hands. When she did notice, she fell, but he didn’t let her hit the ice. The warmth of his arm around her waist, startling and intimate, shot a palpable charge through her body.
Puckheads from Ellora’s Cave
Other players gathered around to hoot and holler. “Nice skating, câlisse.” Rene Thorion laughed and cuffed Crash on the shoulder, shoving him back to the ice. “Zoë, skate with me. I’ll show you the ropes.”
Crash said something back at Thor that sounded like tabernac, which Zoë didn’t understand, but her French was lousy. “What?”
“Don’t pay attention to those crazy Québeçois.” Manny took Zoë’s hand. “We got a stick for this girl? I teach you how to play defense. It’s easy. Even big dummies like me and Crash, we can play D.”
“No, she’s a winger. Small and fast, like Martin Saint-Louis.” Thor skated circles around them.
“Guys, please.” Zoë let Manny pull her to her feet. “Right now, I’d settle for learning to skate again. Can anyone teach me crossovers?”
“I will.” Jack Taber edged closer to Zoë.
Jeff Durand elbowed Jack in the side. “Better let the captain. He’s pretty possessive of his girl.”
“I’m not—”
“Are so.” Crash grabbed her hand and skated with her around the rink.
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A little about me:
Best-selling, award-winning author Sue Swift, a.k.a Suz deMello, has written over fifteen novels, plus several short stories and non-fiction articles. She writes in numerous genres including romance, mystery, paranormal, historical, contemporary comedy and erotica. She’s a freelance editor who’s
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