Power Play # 1
By: Lynda Aicher
Releasing February 16th, 2015
Carina Press
Blurb
One
night, one time, nothing more.
That’s all it was supposed to be. They’d agreed their first night together
would be their only night together—and Minnesota Glaciers defenseman Dylan
Rylie was fine with that. Giant hickeys and claw marks on his ass had never
been his style, even if the very memory of Samantha Yates’s merciless sexual
energy gets him hard within seconds. He needs to focus on getting a better
contract, not mind-blowing orgasms.
One
night, one time, nothing more.
Fresh off representing the US at the Games and with nowhere else to play,
Samantha gave in to one night of frantic passion with the Glaciers’ brawny
hotshot. She couldn’t get hurt—not if she controlled the outcome. And she
planned to leave Minnesota soon, anyway. She didn’t expect to be recruited to
coach Dylan after they’d gotten down and dirty.
When brutal on-ice workouts lead to
kinky locker room sessions and “one night” falls by the wayside, Samantha
insists on keeping things casual, despite Dylan’s quiet hope for more. But when
Dylan goes down—hard—and his career is in jeopardy, Samantha is the first one
by his side. What will it take to keep her there after he’s healed?
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Excerpt
Timing was everything,
and she waited for her moment to kick up some fun on an otherwise blasé event.
The charity that donated hockey equipment to kids from military families was a
great cause that would benefit from a little show. At least, that was what she
told herself.
“Don’t be
stupid,” Meg warned in her ear.
“Why not?”
Sam asked. “What do I have to lose?” Absolutely nothing. She’d never do
anything to smear her name, but it wasn’t like she had a hockey career to worry
about. Or a coach she was accountable to.
Or a reason
to behave.
Rylie was
spending as much time tipping his trademark worn brown cowboy hat at the
passing women as he was paying attention to the kids looking for pointers. The
ends of his brown hair curled over the back of the gray hoodie he’d worn under
his jersey and seemed to match his hat color almost perfectly. Too perfectly.
Nicknamed
Cowboy within the hockey world, he was dubbed Pretty Boy as well. The second
label was coined his rookie season by a sports announcer and as far as Sam had
heard and seen, the man cultivated both brands equally.
“Hi, Rylie,”
a group of teenage girls dressed in skinny jeans and overdone makeup chorused
as they skated past. Rylie shot them a nod and grin that somehow managed to be
appropriate for the age of the girls.
Sam shook her
head and chuckled at his easy charm. The guy had it all. Talent, looks,
personality—he was a star in the making. One full of potential if he didn’t get
distracted by the fame and parties he seemed to enjoy.
Walters
smacked the puck toward Rylie, and Sam broke through the kids to swoop across
the ice and steal the puck from the preoccupied man. A cheer went up from the
kids when she circled the pro player, puck firmly in her control. The air
chilled her cheeks and laughter rang in her ears as she sped away.
A quick
glance over her shoulder showed Rylie chasing her, the determined pull of his
brows blending with a full smile that somehow managed to put a matching one on
her face. She caught sight of Meg and passed the puck off before she stopped
then took off in the direction she’d just come from.
The circle of
kids widened as Walters got into the play, tailing Meg. She swooped around a
group of unsuspecting adults, using them as a pick to cut off Walters, and she
smacked the puck back to Sam.
“Think you’re
hot stuff, do you, Yates?” Rylie was at her side, jabbing his stick at the puck
with no effect. She was under no illusion the man knew who she was. Her name
was printed in big letters across the back of her jersey.
“Just having
some fun.” She cut a sharp circle and faced off Rylie, who skidded to a quick
stop.
He tapped his
stick on the ice, an indulgent half smile on his lips. “Come on then.” He
glanced over his shoulder. “You and me to the net.”
Her stomach
did an unwanted flip when his eyes landed back on her. An interesting mix of
brown and green, they seemed to dance with the same excitement that flooded
her. The challenge was exactly what she’d wanted and his proposition was the
best offer she’d had in months. On or off the ice.
“You are so
on,” she said, grinning.
Author Bio
Lynda Aicher
has always loved to read. After years of weekly travel implementing computer
software into global companies, she ended her nomadic lifestyle to raise her
two children. Now her imagination is her only limitation on where she can go
and her writing lets her escape from the daily duties as a mom, wife,
chauffeur, scheduler, cook, teacher, volunteer, cleaner and mediator. Find her
at: http://lyndaaicher.com
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Character Interview
Please welcome Samantha from Lynda Aicher's Game Play to Diane’s Book Blog.
That would be Megan. She’s been my roommate, teammate and best friend since we first played together on the U.S. Women’s National U18 team. She followed me (yes, you did Meg) to the University of Minnesota women’s ice hockey team when I was a sophomore. This will probably go to her head, but I’m really glad she did. She’s a winger who played on my line and was the one who could always talk me down and get me to focus when I got wound up during a game, usually by making me laugh.
Ice hockey. My dad is a coach and he strapped on my first pair of skates before I was two. I grew up at the ice rink and started playing with the boys when I was five. My entire life has been dedicated to playing the game and the ice is the one place where nothing matters except getting the puck in the net. It’s home—that’s the best way to describe it.
I’ve had some pretty great journeys thanks to hockey. But they all led to the most amazing one which was playing on the USA team at the Olympics. There is no way to describe how incredible it was to be a part of a great team of women and represent our country in front of the world. It was…exhilarating, nerve-racking, exhausting, overwhelming, exciting and a pure adrenaline rush.
This is going to sound weird, but it’s probably being born a girl. I know that doesn’t make sense since I had no control over my gender but it’s true. Unfortunately, I spent most of my life shoving the regret onto my father. Let me explain. If I was boy, my hockey career wouldn’t be over once college was done. I could play in the pros, earn a fantastic income and possibly get the recognition I’d work my entire life to receive. But most importantly, I would get to keep playing until I chose to leave the sport instead of being force to end my competitive career simply because there’s nowhere else for me to play.
Gender switching! Is that a talent? Then I could play hockey as a boy and still be the girl I am everywhere else. *head scratch* I suppose that would be more of a super power than a talent, but I’d still like to have it.
What is your full name?
Samantha Yates.
Do you have a nickname?
Most people call me Sam, especially on the
ice.
What is your hair color?
Blonde.
Eye color?
Blue
How old are you?
25
Where were you born?
I was born in a small town about two hours north
of Minneapolis, MN.
Where have you lived since then?
I’ve lived within the state of
Minnesota my entire life, although I’ve been fortunate to travel all over the
world to play ice hockey.
Where do you currently call home?
Minneapolis, MN.
Who is your funniest friend?
That would be Megan. She’s been my roommate, teammate and best friend since we first played together on the U.S. Women’s National U18 team. She followed me (yes, you did Meg) to the University of Minnesota women’s ice hockey team when I was a sophomore. This will probably go to her head, but I’m really glad she did. She’s a winger who played on my line and was the one who could always talk me down and get me to focus when I got wound up during a game, usually by making me laugh.
What or who is the greatest love of your life?
Ice hockey. My dad is a coach and he strapped on my first pair of skates before I was two. I grew up at the ice rink and started playing with the boys when I was five. My entire life has been dedicated to playing the game and the ice is the one place where nothing matters except getting the puck in the net. It’s home—that’s the best way to describe it.
What is your favorite journey?
I’ve had some pretty great journeys thanks to hockey. But they all led to the most amazing one which was playing on the USA team at the Olympics. There is no way to describe how incredible it was to be a part of a great team of women and represent our country in front of the world. It was…exhilarating, nerve-racking, exhausting, overwhelming, exciting and a pure adrenaline rush.
What is your greatest regret?
This is going to sound weird, but it’s probably being born a girl. I know that doesn’t make sense since I had no control over my gender but it’s true. Unfortunately, I spent most of my life shoving the regret onto my father. Let me explain. If I was boy, my hockey career wouldn’t be over once college was done. I could play in the pros, earn a fantastic income and possibly get the recognition I’d work my entire life to receive. But most importantly, I would get to keep playing until I chose to leave the sport instead of being force to end my competitive career simply because there’s nowhere else for me to play.
Which talent would you most like to have?
Gender switching! Is that a talent? Then I could play hockey as a boy and still be the girl I am everywhere else. *head scratch* I suppose that would be more of a super power than a talent, but I’d still like to have it.
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