Virtual Tour for MISTER HOCKEY by Lia Riley

Her

biggest fantasy is about to become a reality. . .

 

MISTER HOCKEY

Hellion’s Angels #1

Lia Riley

Releasing July 11, 2017

Avon Impulse

 

Jed West is

Mr. Hockey. The captain of the NHL’s latest winning team, the Denver

Hellions—and the hottest player on the ice—at least according to every

magazine. .and Breezy Angel. Breezy has been drooling over Jed at games for

years, and he plays a starring role in her most toe-curling fantasies. But

dirty dreams don’t come true, right?

 

Then Jed

saunters through the doors of her library, a last minute special guest for a

summer reading event, and not only is he drop dead gorgeous up close, his

personality is straight up swoon-worthy. He even comes to the rescue when she

has an R-rated “Super Book Worm” costume malfunction. But when he mistakenly

assumes she’s more into books than pucks, she’s too flustered to correct his

mistake. And then comes a big kiss, followed by a teensy-tiny problem. Jed’s

dating policy is simple: Never date a fan.

So what’s a

fangirl going to have to do to convince her ultimate crush that he’s become

less of a perfect fantasy, and more like the perfect man. . .for her?

 

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This is the first I have ready of Lia Riley and have to say I am hooked. Right from the beginning I fell for Breezy, felt a real connection to her considering how much I love reading books. Here she is a grown woman yet still dreams for the happily ever afters she reads about only to always be let down. Now Jed have to say was a little hard to like in the beginning but once we got a little more into the book we see a side of him that even Breezy is shocked to see. These two together in a way compliment each other, one is afraid about what happen in their life and the other is ready for something new. Lia Riley has a way in this book that got to me by showing us that the heroine doesn’t have to be thin or ambitious but one that is blooming with a pinch of romance she has never really felt before with the right man. Loved it and cannot wait for the next book about Neve and Tor definitely some high tension there in the next one. Lia Riley is an author you don’t want to pass up just by this book alone you can see her awesomeness.

 

After

studying at the University of Montana-Missoula, Lia Riley scoured

the world armed only with a backpack, overconfidence and a terrible sense of

direction. She counts shooting vodka with a Ukranian mechanic in Antarctica,

sipping yerba mate with gauchos in Chile and swilling fourex with stationhands

in Outback Australia among her accomplishments.

 

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Jed West’s stomach curdled faster than overheated hollandaise sauce as he squinted at the menu for Zachary’s, Denver’s most popular all-day breakfast hangout. Ghost-like shadows haunted the specials list, blurring the descriptions for peanut butter French toast, country fried steak benedict and sweet potato pancakes.  Ah, shit. Not fucking now. There went the prices too–the dollar signs and numbers blurring until barely legible.

No point blinking. He knew the drill. Jaw tight, he reached for his orange juice, took a swig and waited. Short bouts of double vision had dogged him ever since Game Seven, the pattern the same. After a minute or two, his focus would snap back to normal as if nothing had happened. Until then, he needed to follow one of coach’s favorite axioms: “Suck it up, Buttercup.”

Who cared about the damn menu anyway? He pushed it to one side, having already ordered the “Manwich”, chorizo and eggs smashed between a jalapeno cheddar biscuit–the kind of breakfast that wanted to kill you in the best kind of ways–and crunched ice. Too bad the cubes didn’t pass on their chill, because this. . .situation for lack of a better word, was getting under his skin and it shouldn’t.

No–Scratch that. It couldn’t.

Unexplained double vision wasn’t a walk in the park, but facts were facts. And the ugly truth was that if he didn’t quit batting his lashes like Scarlett O’Hara with a fly in her skirt, The Post’s toughest sports columnist would glance up from across the table, mistake his tic for a cheesedick wink, and go Lord of the Flies on his nut sack.

At least for the moment, Neve Angel was occupied. She hunched over her digital voice recorder, dark bangs obscuring her sharp gaze as she fiddled with the control settings. Her lips moved to the upbeat Buddy Holly song piping over the sound system while she plucked a mic from her messenger bag. His vision came back online in time for him to read the orange button pinned to the front.

Had a Ball at The Rock Creek Testicle Festival.

Christ, looked to be an authentic souvenir too.

Slamming his knees together, he forced a grin, the one that had potential endorsements lined up around the block, eager for him to shill everything from vitamin infused coconut water to shaving cream. He unwrapped the paper napkin from around the fork and knife, and began tearing the corner into neat strips.

No doubt the eye thing was fatigue-related, an inevitable toll from the grueling NHL season and subsequent hard-fought playoffs. Everything would be all right in the end. If it wasn’t all right, it wasn’t the end.

“You plan on telling me what’s up with Mount Napkin Shreds?” Neve leaned her elbows on the recycled wood tabletop, a signal they were shifting into interview mode. Her brows arched beneath her thick-cut bangs. “Nervous about being in the hot seat, princess?”

“Yeah, terrified,” he answered laconically, not missing a beat. Hiding his true feelings behind a mask of confidence was a reflex; it came with the territory of having the “C” stitched on the front of his jersey. A good captain never showed fear to an opponent. “A jackal’s bark is worse then it’s bite.”

“Jackal? Don’t tell me you’re using Gunnarisms now.” She rolled her eyes. “And I’d so wanted to enjoy my bagel without gagging.”

The Hellions Head Coach, Tor Gunnar, had a reputation for dismissing the press as “jackals.” He fostered a tense relationship with journalists, in particular, the tiny woman sitting opposite. Neve had run a piece on his divorce a few years ago. He retaliated by refusing to call on her during press conferences. Neve hit back with increasingly critical op-eds. Their mutual enmity had devolved to the stuff of local legend.

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