This is the first book in an 8 book series of hockey romances. All 8 books have an underlying theme of ‘life after loss’. My first book is about Natasha, a librarian in her 40s who lost a sibling as a teenager and never healed, preventing her from ever finding/committing to love…and the hockey coach who is twice divorced and has given up his dreams of ever finding his match and having a family-until he meets Natasha…. Will Coach Alex's love (along with his superior skills in the sack) be enough to break down the walls Natasha has held firm for over two decades? The 8 books go through the different players of the team, all having their own versions of loss to overcome, with the captain (Adam) being married to a woman (who happens to be a teacher at Natasha's school) who has a terminal illness and will eventually commit suicide in book 6 and the series ends with Adam's own second chance love story….
View MoreNatasha I roll to my side and can feel the heaviness on my eyelids. As much as I want to jump right up and put on my swimsuit and head down to the hot springs, even I can realize my limits and admit I need at least a short little snoozer before I am going anywhere.“Alex?” I use my whiniest voice in hopes he will comply with my request. “Yeah?” he asks as he pulls me toward his body, positioning my head on his chest. “Will you promise to wake me up in thirty minutes so we can go check out the hot springs?” Then I add an extra whiny, “Please,” just so he knows how serious I am. ……….I feel an elbow nudge the side of my waist. It's Alex, he’s still laying beside me. “Hey you still want to check out the hot springs or do you want to keep laying there snoring all night?” “I do not snore.”“Ok tell that to the bears you woke up out of hibernation,” he says laughing. “So dumb,” I say as I roll my eyes and throw my legs over the edge of the bed and walk across the room, bending over t
Alex You absolutely cannot take a trip to North Pole, Alaska without stopping by the Santa Claus house, especially in the midst of the holiday season. When Natasha told me hadn't been there, I knew immediately I had to add it to our itinerary. Even though she told me that she hates Black Friday shopping, this is a completely different experience. I grab her hand as we walk into the building which is sectioned off into three separate but blended areas. There is a coffee/cafe area where you can order espressos and baked goods, even sandwiches but their specialty is different flavored fudges There is a reading area where Santa Claus himself sits and reads books to children and adults. Unlike the shopping mall Santa claus’, this Santa is present during all open hours. The rest of the building is set up like a holiday themed store selling anything from Christmas ornaments and decor to toys and books for gift giving. Outside, holds a giant sleigh for a photo opportunity that families l
Natasha “Hey big brother,” Bobby says as we walk in the front door. Alex stands beside me, hand on my lower back. “Hey kid. You better give me that niece of mine,” Alex spots the baby and reaches out to grab her out of Bobby’s wife's arms. “Hi. I’m Bella,” Bobby’s wife introduces herself, “and you must be Natasha.” “Yes, thank you for inviting me to your home,” using my best manners. The home is beautifully decorated but cozy with that lived in feeling. There are some carefully placed pumpkins and cornucopia around the fireplace. I look over at Alex who looks so comfortable with that baby in his arms. If my ovaries weren’t so old they'd seen the days of rotary telephones, they'd be doing flips right now. Bobby is practically crowding him as if he’s afraid his brother will drop the little bundle but Alex just straight-arms him and tells him, “Back off papa bear. I can handle a six month old. I used to take care of your ass, didn't I?” Bobby looks at him with uncertainty but bac
Alex I picked her up at seven am sharp. I go to the door fully expecting her to be loaded down with luggage like my other two ex wives but Natasha surprises me again with one small carry on size case. I really need to quit comparing her to other women because she is nothing like the ones I have encountered in the past. It's a little over a six hour drive to North Pole from Anchorage, not considering stops to use the restroom, get gas, or pull over to admire the sights along the way. Sure we could have easily flown, it's only a forty minute flight. But then we would have had to rent a car and with the roads covered in ice the way they are, I would much rather be in my truck; it's safe with four studded snow tires and all wheel drive. I even have chains I can wrap around the tires if we need them. I throw her carry on in the back and jump in and stop at a drive through coffee shop on the way to the highway. Alaska is known for its drive through coffee shops and there's practically
Natasha I'm going to have to be careful with this one I think as I sink down into my comfortable bed. I can still taste Alex on my lips and feel his hardness between my thighs. So much hardness. I can’t say for sure since I didn't get my hands on it, but from what I could tell from over the pants, the coach is packing. I can't even remember the last time I've been so turned on. There's something about this guy. I've dated hot guys before, well, maybe not quite Coach Alex Anderson hot, but hot nonetheless. Damn, if he can make me come with my clothes on, imagine what he can do when we’re both naked. I fall asleep to the sweet dreams of the truck shenanigans running through my mind. I wake up and already know it’s going to be a busy week at the school with the yearly battle of the books competition. This week our school is hosting the inter-school competition for all elementary and middle school students in Anchorage which means both early mornings and late nights in the library
AlexWhen we arrive back at the truck, Natasha bends, stretching her legs and I realize what a mistake I made. I was trying to be polite by leading the way when what I really should have been doing was watch her lead so I could stare at that fine ass on the way down. No, then I would have had to walk down with this boner that is rapidly filling my thoughts and any extra room I once thought I had in my pants. The bottom of my jeans are covered with mud from a puddle I slid into on the way down and I’m just thankful it was me who hit that slick spot so Natasha didn't get hurt. That would be a sure fire way to hang a big loser sign on a first date that so far seems to have gone pretty damn good. I hit the quick start on the truck so it roars to life as I move to the passenger side of the truck to unload my backpack and open the door for Natasha. I need to take the jeans off so my truck doesn’t get covered in mud. “Don’t panic. I’ve got pants on under. I just need to take these jeans
Natasha Today's laundry day and while I'd much rather be lounging on my couch, snuggled into my favorite blanket, I know if I don't get these clothes washed tonight I'll be stuck wearing whatever's left in my closet to work for the next week. It couldn't be that bad, could it? Well, let me see. I've got an old bridesmaid dress, a swimsuit, and a bunch of black yoga pants, because let's face it, I will always have plenty of black yoga pants. I talked to my dad earlier. Everything seems good, well good enough, there. He informs me that mom is having an emotional meltdown over some Hollywood actor who got caught cheating on his wife. He lets me know the weather in Washington is turning wet with winter just around the corner and asks if I have any plans to visit. I tell him that I will be sure to get down there for the holidays. My phone dings, and I gleefully run to see who is texting me happy for the distraction. Cute Coach: I can't stop thinking about you Me: Well, DuhCute
“Who would have thought a bunch of jocks could get my festival out of the shitter,” Natasha beams as we walk into the not-so-crowded bar. I'm not sure whether or not to be offended by her jock comment, but I do plan to find out where her dumb jock stereotype comes from. She looks gorgeous in black jeans and a tight tee-shirt that reads, “The Library: Where Shhh Happens.” Her hair is down and it flows smooth along her shoulders. We grab a table near the dart boards. I purposely chose this bar. While meeting for drinks and ‘greasy food’ was Natasha’s idea, I chose the actual meeting place. It’s my favorite spot for relaxing drinks because not only does it have a small town feel, they also have a big screen television that frequently runs games-mostly hockey. Even with the television playing a game, it's still quiet enough to be able to talk and hear your tablemates. The beer is always on point, with several local brews to choose from. “What do you like to drink? Besides wine?”
Alex When I woke up this morning, I decided I would casually show up to the reading festival to see how the boys are representing the team. I heard some of them complaining about ‘getting up so early on a Saturday’. You would have thought I had asked them to be there at five o’clock the way they were acting. What’s with the kids these days? When I was playing, I was always on the ice no later than six o’clock, every damn morning. Yet, when I ask them to help with a charity reading event for kids they act like missing a few hours of beauty sleep will ruin their whole weekend. Yes, I needed to go check, just to make sure they were being professional and helping enough. Yeah sure that's why. Definitely not because I want to see Natasha. That woman is cray-cray, as the kids say. Although driving her home the other night wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. She was even nice, not to mention, modest. I noticed how she wrapped her coat around her when she noticed I was staring
Alex I wrap a towel around my head, shaking my longer than usual, end-of-season hair and beard, while I try to dry off the sticky mess of gatorade my team dumped over my head as the timer rang declaring our victory. The Alaska Aces took the Stanley Cup for the very first time in Alaska history and not by easy feat. This team has been through it. Four different owners in the last four years and so much office turnover, it's hard to know who’s working from one week to the next. After closing its doors for over a decade, the Aces were re-established when millionaire Stephen Osborne purchased the team just four years ago. However, his fascination with hockey faded quickly and the team was sold twice the first year and again two years ago. It is now owned by Frank Holander, a retired Olympic Skier who honestly thought when he purchased it that the two sports would be similar just because they are both considered winter sports. What is it the kids say? Shake my damn head. At leas
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