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Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 82767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
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Game Of Love

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My new boss is a jerk. A hot billionaire-with-an-Irish-accent jerk.
A bad boy who looks so good in his tailored suit.
So what if he’s hot and his baby blues make me weak in the knees? Rumors of his criminal past are office gossip.
And I’m not surprised: my family’s latest gaming app was stolen by his company.
I’ve gone undercover as an intern to expose the truth. I’m determined to stay on mission... until the moment our lips lock, and all my plans go up in smoke.
I have to be careful: he’s not the only one with secrets. But that’s not what drives us apart.
Can we be together or do we both lose this game of love?
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Chapter 1

FREYA

I WILLED IT to rain.

If it rained, I could cancel my run without guilt, and head home to curl up with a good book. Since graduating a year ago, I was relishing the time I had to read books I actually wanted to read. It felt like forever since I had picked up a novel and lost myself in another world. Not that my own world was that bad; in fact, the world was just starting to open up to me.

That’s why I was in the café – I was researching travel options so that I wouldn’t have to use a book to escape anymore. I had finished four long years of a design degree and I couldn’t wait to leave Boston behind me for a few months backpacking around Europe. Between studying full-time and working long hours in the family business to fund my studies, I felt like I’d been stuck behind a desk forever, even though I was only twenty-three. Images of sandy beaches, winding medieval alleyways, galleries with portraits I had only seen in books or online, and majestic ancient buildings flooded my screen. It had been my dream to visit Europe for as long as I could remember, and I had only a few more weeks of work to go before I could finally think about actually booking a flight, throwing the essentials into a backpack, and setting off.

I topped up my herbal tea with hot water and looked around. I would miss this place. It was my safe haven. Antoinette’s was a tiny café tucked down a quiet street; it was so cozy that it was almost possible to forget you were in the city. It barely sat a dozen customers inside and about four on the small patio, and those who did find a seat tended to stay a while. Antoinette, the owner, moved between her customers topping up mugs, serving the most amazing food, and making the kind of nosy queries that might have lost a less charismatic hostess her clientele. She knew everything about everyone who passed through the door.

Right now, Antoinette was doing her absolute best to find me a man. She prided herself on her matchmaking skills, and a recent successful endeavor with pairing up her niece had filled her with confidence and renewed her determination to find my Prince Charming. Already today she had subtly sniffed out two potential partners from the various customers and gestured to me to assess them with a thumbs up or a thumbs down. I pretended to check them each over and then shook my head, resulting in a frustrated shrug and something muttered in French that I couldn’t quite make out.

My phone vibrated its way across the painted wooden table, moving closer to me as though asking to be picked up. I sighed and dragged my eyes away from the Irish village on the screen and picked up the phone.

“Freya? Come home, you aren’t going to believe what has happened!” a panicked voice cried.

“What’s up? I’m kinda busy…” my tone probably gave away the fact that I was fed up with my sister’s tendency to dramatize the trivial. I was used to Beatrix’s melodramatic calls, and I was quite happy where I was, thank you very much.

“Oh God, can you just drop whatever you are doing and get over here?” she begged.

“Come on, just tell me. What’s going on?” I sighed, draining my teacup and packing away my laptop.

“It’s an absolute nightmare. Just come over! I can’t explain on the phone!” She hung up. I had a feeling that this was more than the usual design issue that she wanted me to sort out. The phone flashed into life again, and I answered it instantly.

“Beatrix?” I asked, worried now.

“Mom and Dad are fine, I mean, there’s nothing wrong like that… No need to panic!” she reassured me.

“So, what’s going on?” I asked again as I started to stand up.

“Just get over here!” she half-shouted, exasperated. It seemed to me like she could have explained whatever new disaster had befallen in the time this all took, but I knew better than to argue with her when she was like this.

I looked outside and saw the first few spots of rain starting to fall. No run for me this evening! Then again, that meant I needed a taxi, and that could be easier said than done.

As I walked out, a man held open the door for me, for a second I regretted leaving as I might have taken Antoinette up on her matchmaking offer. He was dark and tall with blue eyes that twinkled as he gave me the once over. As I thanked him for holding the door, I thought I detected an accent in the way he said, “My pleasure.”

I made my way along the street while scanning for cabs, huddling under my coat, and at the same time wracking my brain for potential causes of my sister’s outburst.


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Hot Shot – A Bad Boy Sports Romance Read online Lulu Pratt http://www.books2020.com/hot-shot-a-bad-boy-sports-romance-read-online-lulu-pratt Tue, 25 Jun 2019 01:57:33 +0000 http://www.test123.demo2.xyz/hot-shot-a-bad-boy-sports-romance-read-online-lulu-pratt Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Bad Boy, Romance, Sports Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 65354 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
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Hot Shot - A Bad Boy Sports Romance

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I was one of the toughest players on ice -- until she melted my heart.
Like most hockey players I went through the one-and-done puck bunny phase.
I knew what my smile did to women and I had no problem using it against them. But Elyse is different.
Something in her past pushes everyone away, yet she feels safe when she’s with me.
She’s gorgeous and I can’t forget her curves or how she comes alive with my touch.
I’m learning that I can’t deal with problems in real life the way I handle them on the ice.
I’m determined to win her. It’s hard, but with Elyse, I’m playing for keeps.
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Chapter 1

ELYSE

I DROVE THROUGH downtown Denver and groaned at the traffic. I was getting together with my best friend for drinks after meeting with an art gallery that was going to show my work in six weeks. Even though I was introverted and lived on the edge of town for a reason, she knew that I’d be in the city, and was determined to get me out for the evening.

Tori was so not introverted. She had bright blonde and red hair and an equally vibrant personality, the total opposite of mine, but I adored her. We’d known each other since high school and remained in Colorado together.

I stopped at a red light and switched the radio to something on my phone. I needed an upbeat song to get me through the next few blocks and in the mood to handle strangers. I smiled when “Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go” played over the speakers of my SUV. There were days I’d rather get caught up in a happy song than deal with the real world, which was why I was a good artist. Tori told me all the time that I just needed to get my talent out there and make a living from it. I’d been working in a cozy little second-hand bookstore to keep busy for the last two years as I created art in my spare time.

I finally saw the bar I was meeting Tori at and made my way slowly to the closest parking garage. I threw everything into my purse and draped it over my body before I checked to make sure I had the keys. Locking the door with a quick press of a button, I made my way to the street and turned right. I glanced around at the people walking around me, smiling as I ducked my head. I had no idea how I was supposed to handle an art show based around my art, but I’d figure it out. That or I’d drink all night.

I pushed my long thick black hair away from my face before grabbing the door handle. I was feeling a little too fancy for this bar, but I was here now. I’d put on a long skirt and blouse for my earlier meeting, and even a little make-up. I searched the large room for Tori, smiling when I saw her bright hair near the end of the bar. I wondered for a moment what I would do if she ever decided to go back to her natural hair color, as the bright colors were what I always searched for when I was looking for her. However, I wasn’t sure even if Tori knew what her natural color was anymore. I started over, pausing when I saw a group of men gathered around her as she laughed at something one of them said. She was the center of attention and in her element.

Tori worked in public relations, and as a result, she knew a lot of people. She represented several celebrities and worked significant events all over the state, even leaving for the West Coast sometimes. I scanned the group tonight, taking in the stocky men curiously. They had to be in sports based on their muscular builds, but I had no idea what team.

Tori looked around with a smile, saw me and waved me over. I sighed to myself as I pressed through her adoring crowd. She waggled her eyebrows at me and sipped her drink with delight before introducing me, with a strong emphasis on my upcoming art show, to the members of the local major league hockey team. I blushed, feeling my face heat, nodding to them as I said hello.

As Tori’s attention was drawn away by a story from one of the men standing next to her, I felt a gentle touch on my elbow.

I turned and faced one of the players grinning at me. He leaned in, “I’ve heard this one before; you might need a drink to get through it. Can I get you one?”

He stood out somehow in this group with an intensity that I didn’t often find in people. His hair was long and hung in slight waves around his face, and his deep green eyes were mesmerizing. He was built like a Greek god.

“I’ll have a margarita, please,” I said quietly.

“Traditional?” he asked, and I nodded. “Here, have my seat, I’ll be back in a moment.” He turned to the bar and was back before I had a chance to come up with an excuse to leave.

“Thank you,” I said as he handed me the glass and a napkin.

“My pleasure.”

“What do you do with the team?” I asked, figuring he would want to talk about himself.

He smirked for a second. “What do I do for the team? I’m guessing you’re not a fan?”


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