Synopsis:
Lovey Armstrong could stare at Marc's chiseled abs and listen to his French-Canadian accent all day. She just has no idea what's going on inside his head: When he's not charming her pants off, Marc makes a Zamboni machine seem warm and cuddly. Lovey knows the team's bro code says no messing with sisters, but all these mixed messages are hard on a girl's self-esteem--especially since she's finally getting her new life together in Chicago. She decides he's worth another shot . . . because if anyone can melt the ice around Marc's heart, it's Lovey.
Excerpt:
Marc was staying away from her. Far away. After she'd invaded his room last night and attacked him -- okay, fuck, he was exaggerating as much as she did now -- he'd resolved he was not going near her. Never gonna touch her. Never never never.
Fuck.
Once they arrived back at the condo, he disappeared into his room. The other guys all headed home and Army and Lovey turned on the television and were now out there arguing about what to watch.
Seeing her that morning shooting shards of ice at him with her eyes had made his gut twist into knots. Then when they'd got home this afternoon and he saw her sitting in the kitchen with all those guys, giving them that dazzling smile, he'd felt like he'd had something stolen from him. And he wanted it back. Those other fuckers all laughing with her and apparently fucking mesmerized by her made him want to drive his fist into someone's face.
This did not bode well for the game Tuesday night.
What the fuck? He was the master of self-control. Mature. Self-disciplined. Some flaky chick was not going to throw him off his game.
Much.
He'd gone overboard last night to push her away. He'd been an asshole. His gut had burned all night because of it. He'd seen the hurt look in her eyes and he'd felt like the biggest jerk on the planet. He couldn't even explain why he'd been that way. Why he'd totally overreacted.
He threw himself onto his bed and reached for the remote control for his own TV, then started surfing. Nothing held his interest. Finally he settled on an old favorite, Die Hard.
He heard noises as Army went to bed and Lovey used the bathroom. The bathroom he had to share with her, that smelled like vanilla cupcakes. The little pink shaver that sat on a shelf in the shower made him imagine her all naked and soapy, shaving her legs.
Fuck it. His insides still burned and churned. He could not let himself be so thrown by a woman. He had serious problems to deal with -- a crappy start to the season that he couldn't explain, a team that was getting more demoralized and discouraged every day, a couple of teammates he was seriously worried about. He needed to stay focused on his career and turning things around before they found themselves out of the playoffs for the first time in fifteen years.
He had to deal with this.
He turned off his TV and tossed the remote on the bed as he swung his legs off it. He peered out into the hall, which was dark. The bathroom door was open, the room also dark. She'd already gone to bed.
He hesitated then squared his shoulders and started down the hall. In the living room, he found her wrapped up in blankets, propped against some pillows, reading on a tablet that glowed in the darkness, illuminating her pretty face. She looked up as he approached.
He didn't get too close. He stopped and shoved his hands into his jeans pockets. “Hey,” he said. “I just . . . I was . . .”
She lowered the tablet and watched him.
“I want to apologize,” he finally said. “Last night I was an asshole to you.”
“Yes. You were.”
“I'm sorry. I don't know why I overacted liked that. I mean . . . I knew we shouldn't be doing that, but I didn't need to be such a jerk about it.”
Her chin lowered a little and her mouth went soft. “No, you didn't. But I appreciate the apology.”
“It won't happen again.”
Her lips twitched. “What won't? An apology?”
“No. I meant, I won't kiss you again.”
“Damn.”
His body tightened.
“So you admit you kissed me.”
He sighed, pulling a hand out of one pocket to shove it through his messy hair. “Yeah. But like I said, it won't happen again.”
“I want it to happen.”
Jesus. What the hell was he supposed to say to that? “Don't,” he said quietly.
“I don't understand what the big deal is. We're both adults. We're attracted to each other. And don't deny it. You acted like a big jerk, but you're not stupid.”
He nodded. “Okay, fair enough. Not gonna deny it.”
She smiled.
“No,” he said warningly. “Nothing can happen.”
To his surprise she nodded. “Okay.”
He frowned. Hesitated. Then said, “Okay. Good. Glad we got this cleared up.”
She smiled. “Me too.”
“G'night, Lovey.”
“Good night.”
He walked back to his room. There. He'd apologized. He felt better.
No, he didn't.
He still felt like someone had stolen something from him. And he still wanted it back. Shit.
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Review:
Major
Misconduct is the first book in the new Aces Hockey series by Kelly Jamieson
and it’s awesome!!
Lovey
Armstrong decides to quit her job and move to Chicago. She shows up at her
brother Duncan’s condo without letting him know she is on the way.
Duncan is one
of the players on the Chicago Aces hockey team. Being upset that Lovey is there,
he tells her she can’t stay there. But since “she always gets her way”, as
Duncan says he lets her stay in his third bedroom.
Marc Dupuis
is the captain of the Aces team. His nickname is Captain Codger. He is more serious
than the other players. He is immediately attracted to Lovey when he sees her.
Lovey knows a
lot of the players on the Aces team. The guys have already been warned not to
get involved with her by Duncan. She is also very attracted to Marc and encourages
they get together without Duncan knowing. The relationship builds and there are
bumps in the way, but Lovey and Marc work them out. They are really good for
each other. Lovey helps Marc open up and be more fun and Marc helps Lovey
become more focused in what she wants.
I really
liked how Lovey decided to “reboot” her life with a new start. Not only did she
move to a new state, but she also started her own business to do what she
loved. Lovey realized that she needed to do what made her happy even though it
was a great risk.
This is a great
story that I loved!! I can’t wait to read the next book in the series!!
About the Author:
Kelly Jamieson is the author of over thirty-five romance novels and novellas. She writes the kind of books she loves to read--sexy romance with heat, humor and emotion. Her writing has been described as "emotionally complex", "sweet and satisfying" and "blisteringly sexy". She likes coffee (black), wine (mostly white) and shoes (high!). She also loves watching hockey. She is the author of the popular Heller Brothers Hockey series and the Rule of Three trilogy. Visit her website at www.kellyjamieson.com or contact her at info@kellyjamieson.com.
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