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Xavier Neal – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.books2020.com Tue, 16 Jun 2026 12:51:40 +0000 en-US hourly 1 https://wordpress.org/?v=7.0.2 http://www.books2020.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/favicon.png Xavier Neal – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.books2020.com 32 32 Devilish Debt (The Debt Tales #3) Read Online Xavier Neal http://www.books2020.com/devilish-debt-the-debt-tales-3-read-online-xavier-neal Tue, 16 Jun 2026 12:51:40 +0000 https://www.books2020.com/devilish-debt-the-debt-tales-3-read-online-xavier-neal Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Insta-Love Authors: Xavier Neal Series: The Debt Tales Series by Xavier Neal
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Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 69365 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)

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From USA TODAY BESTSELLING AUTHOR Xavier Neal comes an all-new MMF, age-gap, dark romance featuring a familiar face from The Hunted Trilogy with a spicy, contemporary fairy tale twist!Once upon a time, they were asked to find treasure.

Little did this trio know, the arrangement they agreed to was going to get a bit more devilish than the original fairy tale…

TROPE CHECK:
Fairytale Retelling
Dark Romance
Possessive Alpha
Ticking Clock
Fling-to-Forever

**This is a STANDALONE dark retelling, MMF reinvention of the Little Mermaid fairy tale intended for ADULT AUDIENCES

*************FULL BOOK START HERE*************

Chapter 1

Zero

Most people dream of dining with royalty.

Me?

I dread it.

Why?

‘Cause unlike the fairy tale shit you read about as a kid or see in movies, they’re not friendly.

They’re fucking ruthless.

And I’d know.

This isn’t the first one I’ve met.

Though, it is the first one to kidnap me.

Maybe this means I’m truly moving up in the food chain.

Or is that down?

Is trapping me big game hunter shit or more of a Cub Scout badge of honor sitch?

Prince Thaddeus Weslington of Hoalkey – an island country slightly smaller than Australia with some of the most beautiful beaches in the world – casually gestures his warm tan, open palm to the empty seat across from him. “Sit.”

Doesn’t seem in my best interest to deny the demand.

Could be because the same asshole who cornered me when I stepped out of my penthouse elevator to zip tie my hands, cover my head with a black bag, and throw me into what I imagine was the trunk of an SUV is giving off do it or die vibes.

Don’t care for those.

A lot like I don’t care for being here.

I may not be a pack animal – like at all – but I’d rather be in a pack right now than one on one with a hungry fucking predator that’s sizing up my lissome frame like I’m the next piece of meat he’s gonna slobber over.

He doesn’t wait for me to slink into the cream-colored plush seat to continue speaking, his English-like accent simultaneously sexy and scary, “You are quite a difficult man to locate, Mr. Fiorenzo.” The forkful of bloody steak soars towards his thin lips. “Even for me.”

“Apparently not difficult enough,” I mumble under my breath prior to glancing over my zebra striped shirt covered shoulder to further drink in the white tablecloth filled dining space that’s currently only occupied by him and his security team.

There’s one of me, and six of them.

Lurking.

Circling.

Like African wild dogs just waiting for me to run so they can chase.

Outpace.

Exhaust and eventually devour me.

Yeah, that’s not exactly the type of devouring I had in mind for my Wednesday night.

I was hoping to do a little non-gender specific feeding.

Particularly in the bathroom of my favorite club, The Kastle.

“Oh, do not pout, Fiorenzo,” insists the rectangular head shaped male, redirecting my attention to his smirking. “We have sources in similar circles.”

That’s not nearly as fucking comforting as he thinks it is.

Leaning defeatedly back into the chair occurs at the same time I grump, “Why am I here, Weslington?”

“Please,” he feigns politeness, “call me Thaddeus.”

“I’d rather call an Uber.”

Another smug smile is attached to a small fork waggle. “I was warned you had quite a sense of humor.”

“At least you were warned of something.” Folding my light sand toned fingers together occurs on my own phony grin. “Can’t say the same.”

Seriously.

I had no fucking clue this asshole wanted to see me.

Or even knew who the fuck I was.

Yeah, my reputation precedes me and shit, but like…you wanna talk?

Try texting me, my guy.

Thaddeus stabs another hunk of meat on his plate and announces, “I have a job for you.”

“I’m not looking for work.”

“Pardon,” haughtily chuckles the prince as he meets my gaze, “let me rephrase, Fiorenzo.” The expression instantly shifts to one that’s arctic cold. “You are going to do a job for me.”

See.

This is the shit I’m talking about.

The shit Disney doesn’t show unless you’re the “villain”.

Which all of those so-called princes really are.

Check ‘em out in the original formats.

They’re cruel, horny monsters.

Full stop.

End of Snap.

Cut the Tok.

Post stealing an annoyed glance out of the floor to ceiling windows currently showcasing Spike Village’s downtown skyline, I less than happily huff. “And why’s that?”

“Because you owe me debt.”

“I don’t owe you shit.”

“I would beg to differ.”

“You can beg, borrow, or barter, my guy, but it doesn’t change shit.”

“You hacked into my country’s national criminal database through a backdoor you installed – via an Interpol program – to extract sensitive information for a client of yours who then proceeded to use said information during what had become quite a hostile negotiation.”

Yeah.

That was me.

I was young and dumb and did sloppy shit like any other fifteen-year-old.

But I’m not gonna cop to it.

Besides, that was over a decade ago.

Eleven years to be exact.

Whatever “charges” he wants to try to bring me in on – assuming he could even fucking prove them – are past their statute of limitations in this country.

And I know that for a fact.

Beni’ of having an attorney in your back pocket even if you really wish you had him in your front.

Or on your front.

Or on his knees.

Or you on yours.

Again.

Not picky.

I would hit save on any and all of those.

“Hacking is most certainly an illegal offense, Fiorenzo.”

“Debatable.”

“Keeping your name from being brought up in certain circles is a feat worthy of payment.”

“Overkill.”

“You only believe that because you are convinced that holding you accountable for the aforementioned cybercrime is impossible due to it being past its prosecution date.” He prepares to slide the bite into his mouth. “Am I correct in my assumption?”

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Advertisement The Tendy (Dalvegan Dragons #4) Read Online Xavier Neal http://www.books2020.com/the-tendy-dalvegan-dragons-4-read-online-xavier-neal Fri, 03 Apr 2026 23:15:39 +0000 http://www.books2020.com/the-tendy-dalvegan-dragons-4-read-online-xavier-neal Genre: Alpha Male, Forbidden, Sports Authors: Xavier Neal Series: Dalvegan Dragons Series by Xavier Neal
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Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 93683 (not accurate)
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From USA TODAY BESTSELLING author Xavier Neal comes a laugh-out-loud, off-limits, hockey romance!

Always a groomsmen...never a groom.

And yet, when I finally do meet the woman of my dreams - who just so happens to be older than me - it turns out, she's completely off-limits.

And, of course, secretly dating my coach's younger sister is the type of penalty that could completely end my career.

I guess you could say this season won't be easy.

Especially for me, the tendy

*************FULL BOOK START HERE*************

HOCKEY GLOSSARY

Hockey has its own language! And when/if you are not familiar with it, it can be somewhat confusing. While the novel itself defines many of these for you in context, I am also adding this page as a reference point to assist you in the experience.

Apple – An assist

(The) Assist – Assisting in scoring a goal

Barn – Hockey Arena/Hockey Rink

Bardownsky – Type of shot that hit the top bar and goes down into the net, highly impressive

Beauty – Great Player/Skilled Player/Incredible skills (Compliment)

Bench Boss – Coach

Bender – A bad/low skilled player (whose ankles bend poorly while skating) (Insult)

Biscuit – Hockey Puck

Blades – Hockey Skates

Boat Race – High scoring, fast-paced game

Bottle Rocket – When the goaltenders water bottle is bounced into the air by a shot hitting the net

Brewskie – Beer

Broad/Broadskie – Female

Bucket – Helmet

Cage – Type of helmet that has face protecting front

Cap or “C” – Captain

Celly – Celebrate

Chirp/Chirping – Trash talking

Clapper – Slapshot

(The) Cup – The Stanley Cup, the championship trophy/prize in the league

Deke – Quick move to get around a defensive player or beat a goalie with misdirection

Donnybrook – Fight

Drop the Gloves – Fight

Dub or “W” – Win

Duster – Player who spends most of his time on the bench, collecting dust, never playing (Insult)

Ferda (For The Boys) – Doing what’s best/doing something for the boys/the team

Free Agent (off the ice) – Single/Romantically unattached

Garbage Goal – Lucky shot (Insult)

Gino – Goal

GM – General Manager

Hat Trick or Hatty – Three points scored in a single game by a single player

Lettuce – Hair

Lighting the Lamp – Scoring a goal

LTIR “Long Term Injured Reserve – Players who are injured/expected to miss a lot/most of a season are placed on this as part of salary cap reasonings

Mitts (on ice) – Gloves or hands (depending on context)

Mitt (off ice) – Pussy/Twat/Snatch

Pest – Pain in the ass player (Insult)

Pheasant – Useless, terrible or unskillful player (Insult)

PK – Penalty Kill, when the home team is short one player putting them on the disadvantage

Pigeon – Player who consistently makes garbage goals/garbage plays (Insult)

Pipe-Fitter – Averaged skill player who tends to work a little harder during his shifts

Player’s Only Meeting – Meeting/Session held by the captain and/or alternative captains without management/coaching around to handle issues, more like a peer mediation session

Plug (on & off the ice) – A useless player/person (Insult)

Puck Bunny – Female/Chick that specifically tries to sleep or date hockey players (think groupie)

Pylon – A cone used for drills

Pylon – A useless player that’s easy to get around (Insult)

Razor – Player in his prime/at his best

Rocket (off the ice) – An attractive/hot female (Compliment)

Sando – Sandwich

Scratch – Player on the roster that’s not going to dress for the game

Shift/Shifts – The stretch of time a player is on the ice

(The) Show – NHL

Ship – Short for Championship

Shutout – The home team wins the game by preventing the away team from scoring at all

Sieve – Goalie who lets in a lot of goals (Insult)

Sin Bin – Penalty Box

Silky Mitts – Great/amazing stickhandling skills (Compliment)

Snipe – A tight shot that scores on the goalie in the tiniest spaces possible

Sniper – A player who makes the aforementioned shot effortlessly (Compliment)

Snipe/Sniper (off the ice) – An attractive/hot female (Compliment)

Snow Showering – Spraying the goalie with ice shavings intentionally

Stud – Great Player/Skilled Player/Incredible skills (Compliment)

Suicide Pass – A pass made that sets up the player receiving it to get smashed by a waiting defenseman

Sweater – Jersey

Tarp – Top/Shirt/Sweater/Jersey

Tendy – Goalie/Goaltender

The Great One – Wayne Gretzky

Top Cheddar/Top Cheese/Top Shelf/Top Cookies/Where Grandma Hides the Cookies – The top section of the net/top shelf/area of the goal between the crossbar and tendy’s shoulders often used in reference of something being “top notch”

Wheel (on the ice) – Skate/Fast skate/Best skating

Wheel (off the ice) – Picking up/having sex with women

Warmies – Warm ups

Zam or Zamboni – Ice Surface Cleaner

Zebra or Zeb – Another name for a referee

Playlist Selects

Here are five songs from The Stud (Dalvegan Dragons #3) playlist!

Feel free to follow the playlist on Spotify to find more songs I felt related to the book.

Never Gonna Give You Up – Rick Astley (Dance Pop)

2. Kinfolk – Sam Hunt (Country)

3. I Wanna Dance with Somebody (Who Loves Me) – Whitney Houston (Pop/R&B)

4. Just Us – Jack Harlow, Doja Cat (Rap/Hip-hop)

5. Baby, I Love You – Ramones (Rock)

More songs: https://bit.ly/TheTendyPlaylist

Chapter 1

Thayne

It’s not every day you see a woman wrapped in white fluff run out of the church like she’s a tendy being called to the bench for an extra forward during the last minute of regulation.

But here I am.

Hands in my suit pockets.

Watching the second worst view of the play – the first of course being the poor pylon beside me that truly thought she was “the one”.

In his defense…she did actually make it to the wedding unlike “the one” before her that didn’t bother showing up to the rehearsal dinner.

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Advertisement Popular – Private The Extended Edition Read Online Xavier Neal http://www.books2020.com/popular-private-the-extended-edition-read-online-xavier-neal Sat, 16 Aug 2025 22:25:41 +0000 http://www.books2020.com/popular-private-the-extended-edition-read-online-xavier-neal Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Novella Authors: Xavier Neal Advertisement

Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 27906 (not accurate)
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From USA TODAY BESTSELLING author Xavier Neal comes a fake dating, beach based rom com that's PERFECT for the summer!

This beauty brings out his beast.

Millionaire Justus “J.T.” Reese is charming.

Charismatic.

Captivating.

And he’s also the perfect candidate to play pretend boyfriend to the celebrity dancer Janae Boucher while they’re both away on a tropical vacation...

Fake Dating
Small Town Romance
Alpha Male
Vacation Romance
Forced Proximity

*This is a STANDALONE NOVELLA in a FINISHED Series featuring a side character found in the main portion of The Private Series

*************FULL BOOK START HERE*************

Chapter 1

J.T.

I’ll admit it.

Being interrogated about my love life by a 5’5, beautiful, light honey brown skinned woman proudly sporting an “In Spock We Trust” crop top is not at all how I saw this weeklong nerd event going.

I’m not complaining.

I’m simply saying.

Noting.

Putting it in the Captain’s Log – for my fellow Trekkies out here – or secretary notes – for my business crowd companions – or even the side panels – for my fellow comic book warriors like my best friend who is seething that I’m on a tropical resort vacation with his wife who just so happens to be my other best friend.

This is really fucking unexpected.

Even for me.

“You’re here alone…” confirms the brown eyed beauty at the same time she leans one arm onto the outdoor-beach side bar top, “but you’re not alone? You’re waiting for someone?”

Waiting seems like an oversell.

Brynley Winters Wilcox – the spouse to my aforementioned best friend as well as business associate – said she’d meet me down here.

Eventually.

She insisted on a mimosa-induced nap first.

Which I couldn’t argue with.

I mean…I probably could’ve.

I’m quite persuasive.

Especially in the boardroom where it matters.

I’ve initiated and closed more deals than I’ll ever get credit for – since it’s technically not my name on the enterprise – so I guess a more accurate statement would be that I opted out of arguing with her.

Afterall, the chick’s been on a long, warp speed, put everyone else first journey for quite a bit.

It’s about time she’s given an uninterrupted moment alone to rest and rub one out.

And I’m only privy to the last bit of information because I swear to the Gorn Captain that woman lives to make other people squirm.

Or maybe just me and Wes.

Or maybe just Wes.

Definitely Wes.

She’s been doing it since the day they met.

Er.

Sort of met.

They’ve got an unconventional love story.

And honestly?

It gives me hope that someday I can have my own.

That strange complications in that department can be character builders and not just relationship enders.

Rather than regurgitate any of that unnecessary info – and it is so unnecessary to a total stranger – I simply angle my baby blue “Don’t Phase Me, Bro” t-shirt covered torso to better face her and casually shrug. “Not really waiting for someone so much as just here in case they decide to show up and join me.”

“Is the someone who might show up to join you your wife?”

“Fuck no.”

“Girlfriend?”

“Definitely no.”

“Best friend you secretly wish were your girlfriend or wife?”

“Contrary to some rumors out there…still a cosmozoan sized no.”

The long, tone legged, tattered jean shorts wearing female leans in a bit closer prior to inquiring, “Boyfriend?”

“No,” is quickly followed by me gesturing to my attire, remembering the last time a stranger poorly guessed my relationship preferences, “but is it the color?”

“The shoes.”

My hazel stare instantly slips down to examine my denim blue boat footwear. “The style?”

“The tassels.”

Alright.

Maybe Bryn was right.

Maybe those really do only belong on expensive curtains and stripper titties.

“So, what I’m hearing…” the straw fedora sporting bombshell slowly begins, pulling my gaze back up to hers, “is that you’re a free agent?”

“Correct,” escapes in an airy chortle.

“Unrestricted or restricted?” Her teeth steal an anxious bite out of her glossed, wide bottom lip. “Like you can feel free to explore the market to your career’s content or like there’s someone waiting by the phone to match an offer?”

There’s no stopping surprise and amusement from growing on my tan face. “Sports metaphors?” Mirth effortlessly deepens. “At a Star Trek convention?”

My nameless mystery lady sassily shoves a hand on her hip. “I’m complicated.”

“You’re perfect,” automatically leaves me as though someone else is now piloting my mouth.

Her long nose bashfully crinkles during her objection, “Far from it, Imzadi.”

It’s impossible not to lightly groan in gratitude at the overly geeky, obscure nickname that means beloved.

That label is simultaneously the sexiest and sweetest shit anyone’s ever said to me.

Also?

The most impressive.

Non-canon is so easy for too many people to overlook.

There’s still value in most of it.

Especially that novel.

I forgo the instinct to insist she’s anything other than flawless in order to feed my starving curiosity. “You read the book?”

“Listened.” Unexpected excitement rips through her expression. “I mean who could pass up the opportunity to hear Riker, read Riker, for a Riker based novel even if it wasn’t considered part of the actual franchise universe at the time.”

Am I dreaming?

Did I too drink a shit ton of mimosas on the flight here and am now in an alcohol-infused deep sleep?

You know what?

If I am?

Leave me here.

Let me die in this perfect fucking fantasy where I’m with the woman of my dreams who not only speaks my language but looks at me like I truly am her Number One.

Like it’s me who she wants to help run her crew rather than just being another red shirt member on board.

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Advertisement Hunted Season Three – Dark MMF Age-Gap Read Online Xavier Neal http://www.books2020.com/hunted-season-three-dark-mmf-age-gap-read-online-xavier-neal Mon, 30 Jun 2025 19:07:54 +0000 http://www.books2020.com/hunted-season-three-dark-mmf-age-gap-read-online-xavier-neal Genre: Alpha Male, Dark Authors: Xavier Neal Advertisement

Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 61149 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)

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From USA TODAY BESTSELLING AUTHOR Xavier Neal comes the epic finale in this MMF, age-gap, dark romance series!

He wants her. They have her.

One unbreakable female fighting for her life.
Two protective, small-town best friends willing to burn the world down for the woman they love.
Three people unafraid to show the big, bad monster banging around in their backyard that this ends here.
This ends now.

TROPE
MMF Romance
Dark Romance
Age-Gap Romance
Possessive Alphas
Woman in Peril

*This is book 3 and CANNOT be read on its own.

*This content is intended for ADULTS (18+) and DARK ROMANCE fans only

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Chapter 1

Bunny

I love the pens The Kid buys.

I don’t know how, but he always manages to grab the perfect pack.

Like I don’t think he’s ever bought a dull set.

And the thing I love even more than him magically buying the best group on any shelf?

The fact that he always, always keeps a couple in his car for me.

Which says a shit ton considering how meticulously clean and put together he keeps this shit.

One is kept in the glove compartment, and one is kept in the cup holder of the passenger side.

And that matters.

That matters because only certain shit can be on the driver’s side of the vehicle.

I say driver’s side when I really just mean his side because he doesn’t let anyone else drive Miss X here if he can help it.

Yeah…

Not only does his precious car have a name, she – because all cars are she, meant to be pampered and spoiled – is named after the article that more or less inspired the first film in his favorite franchise.

Gahhhh, I cannot wait for him to open that Christmas gift.

Or at the very least stop guessing what it is.

He’s totally been a “kid” since he saw me put it under our red and white decorated tree.

In one column, I think it’s just him being adorable.

Excited.

Nosey.

Impatient.

In the other?

I think he’s continuously playing the “what is it game” to distract him from the Nightmare Before Christmas horror show we witnessed a few days ago right here near the population sign.

I’d honestly love the Christmas miracle of not having to deal with Brad again until after the holidays.

However, this isn’t a made for streaming movie.

I highly doubt we’ll get that lucky.

Glancing up and out of the windshield is accompanied by me leaning slightly over to see what progress – if any – has been made.

I mean, come on.

He’s at least woken up by now, right?

Although, if he had, why hasn’t Mutt peered around this way and waved.

Or kicked his chin.

Or grabbed his crotch to remind me where it is he’d like me to always be sitting.

Maybe I should’ve gotten him a lump of chocolate coal for his stocking to remind him of how much misbehaving he tends to do on a daily basis.

Curiosity prompts me to stretch further to get a view of them yet reveals to me the opposite.

No Kid.

No Mutt.

Just the cans.

Wait.

Just the cans?

Unexpected dread instantly drops into the pit of my stomach at the same time all of the air in my lungs vanishes.

Shit.

Was this whole thing a setup?

Did we just drive straight into some sort of trap?!

Should I get out?!

Should I go check?!

Get a closer look at everything?!

One hand reaches for the handle, yet instinct paralyzes me in place.

No.

Getting out would be a mistake.

Make me more vulnerable to…whatever…or more likely whoever is most likely waiting.

Or lurking.

Angling myself further into The Kid’s seat to get a better view of the seemingly deserted situation causes my heart to pound so hard that sucking in a full breath is practically impossible.

I’m being paranoid.

That’s what Brad wants.

He wants me to feel powerless.

And terrified.

Chances are I’m just overreacting.

Fuck, I hope I’m just overreacting.

That they’re around the front of the truck checking under its hood.

Or each other’s.

Elfonashelf, pleaseeeeeee let them be doing something so indecent that it gets them kicked off the naughty list and into the not even on your death bed can you apply to get coal column.

Movement finally begins in the distance; however, I instantly find myself wishing it didn’t.

Wishing time would actually freeze.

Hold completely still.

Give me one more second to appreciate what we have versus what I’m afraid I’m about to lose.

Brad’s menacingly slow stroll provides more than enough time for me to drink in the walking, talking, stalking, nightmare that he is in his fullest form.

God, I’d almost forgotten what he looks like.

How painfully tight his yellow beige skin is from being nipped and tucked and picked and plucked just like his mother.

His mother who never misses a chance to dote on the perfection she created.

Nurtured.

Built.

Molded into the man she wanted.

Had to have.

I sneer at the oversized forehead that he attempts to distract a person from with the way he swoops his bright blond hair to the right, another feature she passed along since his father is a dark brunette.

She also gave him his long, goose style neck and slim yet solid frame.

For the expense report?

He doesn’t look like much to fear from a glance.

Actually, he looks exactly like the opposite.

Like he’s here to rescue you.

Save you from someone.

Everyone.

Maybe even from yourself.

Like he’s dropping everything in the world to put you on a pedestal and treasure you until your dying day.

Except…if you stare into his soulless blue eyes, you’ll see he’s the one that wants to be responsible for when that day arrives.

And if you keep peering, you’ll see that’s not a pedestal, but a prison.

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Advertisement The Stud (Dalvegan Dragons #3) Read Online Xavier Neal http://www.books2020.com/the-stud-dalvegan-dragons-3-read-online-xavier-neal Wed, 19 Mar 2025 15:58:33 +0000 http://www.books2020.com/the-stud-dalvegan-dragons-3-read-online-xavier-neal Genre: Alpha Male, Forbidden, Sports Authors: Xavier Neal Series: Dalvegan Dragons Series by Xavier Neal
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From USA TODAY BESTSELLING author Xavier Neal comes a laugh-out-loud, off-limits, hockey romance!

He wants her...even more than she hates him.

Loose lips sink ships...

Which isn't a problem unless it causes her twin sister - who you might be in love with - to hate you.

And, of course, if it could get you traded from your dream team due to becoming a PR problem you swore you wouldn't be.

I guess you could say this season won't be easy.

Especially for me, the stud.

*************FULL BOOK START HERE*************

HOCKEY GLOSSARY

Hockey has its own language! And when/if you are not familiar with it, it can be somewhat confusing. While the novel itself defines many of these for you in context, I am also adding this page as a reference point to assist you in the experience.

Apple – An assist

(The) Assist – Assisting in scoring a goal

Barn – Hockey Arena/Hockey Rink

Bardownsky – Type of shot that hit the top bar and goes down into the net, highly impressive

Beauty – Great Player/Skilled Player/Incredible skills (Compliment)

Bench Boss – Coach

Bender – A bad/low skilled player (whose ankles bend poorly while skating) (Insult)

Biscuit – Hockey Puck

Blades – Hockey Skates

Boat Race – High scoring, fast-paced game

Bottle Rocket – When the goaltenders water bottle is bounced into the air by a shot hitting the net

Brewskie – Beer

Broad/Broadskie – Female

Bucket – Helmet

Cage – Type of helmet that has face protecting front

Cap or “C” – Captain

Celly – Celebrate

Chirp/Chirping – Trash talking

Clapper – Slapshot

(The) Cup – The Stanley Cup, the championship trophy/prize in the league

Deke – Quick move to get around a defensive player or beat a goalie with misdirection

Donnybrook – Fight

Drop the Gloves – Fight

Dub or “W” – Win

Duster – Player who spends most of his time on the bench, collecting dust, never playing (Insult)

Ferda (For The Boys) – Doing what’s best/doing something for the boys/the team

Free Agent (off the ice) – Single/Romantically unattached

Garbage Goal – Lucky shot (Insult)

Gino – Goal

GM – General Manager

Hat Trick or Hatty – Three points scored in a single game by a single player

Lettuce – Hair

Lighting the Lamp – Scoring a goal

LTIR “Long Term Injured Reserve – Players who are injured/expected to miss a lot/most of a season are placed on this as part of salary cap reasonings

Mitts (on ice) – Gloves or hands (depending on context)

Mitt (off ice) – Pussy/Twat/Snatch

Pest – Pain in the ass player (Insult)

PK – Penalty Kill, when the home team is short one player putting them on the disadvantage

Pigeon – Player who consistently makes garbage goals/garbage plays (Insult)

Pipe-Fitter – Averaged skill player who tends to work a little harder during his shifts

Player’s Only Meeting – Meeting/Session held by the captain and/or alternative captains without management/coaching around to handle issues, more like a peer mediation session

Plug (on & off the ice) – A useless player/person (Insult)

Puck Bunny – Female/Chick that specifically tries to sleep or date hockey players (think groupie)

Pylon – A cone used for drills

Pylon – A useless player that’s easy to get around (Insult)

Razor – Player in his prime/at his best

Rocket (off the ice) – An attractive/hot female (Compliment)

Sando – Sandwich

Scratch – Player on the roster that’s not going to dress for the game

Shift/Shifts – The stretch of time a player is on the ice

(The) Show – NHL

Ship – Short for Championship

Shutout – The home team wins the game by preventing the away team from scoring at all

Sieve – Goalie who lets in a lot of goals (Insult)

Sin Bin – Penalty Box

Silky Mitts – Great/amazing stickhandling skills (Compliment)

Snipe – A tight shot that scores on the goalie in the tiniest spaces possible

Sniper – A player who makes the aforementioned shot effortlessly (Compliment)

Snipe/Sniper (off the ice) – An attractive/hot female (Compliment)

Snow Showering – Spraying the goalie with ice shavings intentionally

Stud – Great Player/Skilled Player/Incredible skills (Compliment)

Suicide Pass – A pass made that sets up the player receiving it to get smashed by a waiting defenseman

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From USA TODAY BESTSELLING author Xavier Neal comes a billionaire romance wrapped in holiday goodness...

Billionaire Weston Wilcox is possessive.

Protective.

And making his family very unhappy during what is supposed to be the most wonderful time of the year.

However, the unstoppable, business tycoon, can turn everything around if he gives up his grumpy ways to make his only son’s Christmas wish come true.

Due to his haunting past and lingering survivors’ guilt, he’s not certain he can.

With the big two-five, just days away, Weston will have to decide how to prove to his family that their joy is truly his top priority this holiday season.

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Tortured Soul
Family

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Chapter 1

Wes

One minute I’m frustrated looking for actors that portrayed Batman – both live action and animated – in this word search gifted to me by my wife this morning, and the next I’m frustrated by the developing confrontation I somehow idiotically stumbled into with my only son.

Who is just like his mom.

Down to the tiny eye twitch that precedes a heated argument.

I adjust myself in the seat that I’m occupying across the table from him on our private jet and wordlessly meet his crystal glare.

Despite the fact that I’ve become more accustomed to flying over the last decade, I still don’t like it.

It still fills me with a sense of uneasiness, just like it did when I flew to bring him home after his first “plane-vacation” during our darkest times as a family.

And I become even more uncomfortable when the turbulence of the flight matches that of my child.

I can only handle one choppy thing at a time.

I would appreciate him waiting his turn.

The smoothness of our journey finally resumes allowing me to calmly declare, “We’re not going to Doctenn for Christmas, Wyland.”

“How is this fair?!” he squawks, damn near knocking over his holiday flavored energy drink. “How come we can fly to fucking Texas for you to be seen at some stupid fucking hockey game – a sport you don’t even give a shit about – but when I ask for us to go to somewhere that matters to me, you won’t even bother to hear me out?!”

“This was a work trip. Part of our sponsorship agreement with the league.”

“And I’m asking for a family trip. Part of your dadship agreement with your son.”

“Dadship is not a real word.”

“I used it like it was real.”

And there’s more of his mom along with her attitude.

“We’re not going to Doctenn for Christmas, Wyland.”

“How come you’ll do shit for everyone else in this family but me?”

“That’s not true.”

“It is true!”

“It is not.”

“It is!”

“It is not.”

“It is!”

Thirteen on the verge of fourteen yet still fights with me like he’s two and half on the edge of three refusing to eat grilled chicken nuggets because they aren’t shark shaped.

Has his passion for the ocean dissipated since then?

No.

It’s actually increased.

Exponentially.

Yet rather than be ocean creature obsessed like his mother – or his veterinarian uncle – he’s surf obsessed, which is its own fresh hell of difficult for me to understand.

And the only thing that’s even more difficult?

The fact that no part of him is remotely interested in my favorite branch of our multifaceted company.

At least not yet.

The closest I’ve come to bonding in that department is when I agreed to check out potential athletes the company could sponsor to expand into that market – after explaining the general process of how companies choose figureheads – something I only did as an excuse to spend more time with him.

Unlike J.T., I’m not sold on the notion that branching out into the world of surfing – whether it’s whiskey or beer – is the right risk for us.

Our legacy.

All of which is not something that’s easy to explain to your son.

Particularly when he’s just as headstrong as you are.

The twins?

Somehow didn’t get this level of stubbornness.

My assumption?

Wyland inherited it all first.

Rather than let the argument die down, he scoots to the edge of his cushioned seat to emphasize his examples. “You flew Uncle Calen and Aunt Lani to Hawaii so he could study Monk Seals!”

“Technically, it was a joint, aquatic institute, extending education, charity venture; therefore, our company covered the cost for their commitment to continue to better the environment for us as well as the wildlife we serve.”

“You flew Park to Vegas – where he choked out that magician – for some Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu boot camp refresher thing!”

“He’s head of security. It was technically a business training expense.”

“You fly Gami and Gramps to Switzerland all the time to visit Aunt Penny, Uncle Scott, Patty, Ginny, and Weaver!”

“Because your Aunt Penny isn’t allowed in this country.”

He doesn’t need to know that’s my fault.

Or that I won’t amend that decision despite the healthy bond our families have come to build over the years.

While I don’t anticipate Penny – or any member of her current family – to launch another attack, I refuse to let our guard down.

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One determined female with lifechanging news.
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Chapter 1

Kipp

Bunny readjusts her head on my chest and continues faintly humming “Don’t Stop Believing” while scribbling the lyrics along my forearm.

I know Captain America is responsible for saving people, but I didn’t think he did the shit in real life.

But here he is.

Getting my woman to cuddle me.

Touch me.

Even make noise around me.

And because his goofy ass magically breathed life back into her – even if it’s just for the duration of this damn thing – The Losers is now going to the second-place position on my all-time favorite movies.

I still think it could use a few more car scenes though.

Then again, I think most movies could.

All of a sudden, the actions that literally jumped the dead battery in my chest begin fading about as abruptly as they began, prompting me to glance down to investigate why.

To see if I need to jolt them again somehow.

The sight of her peacefully drifting off immediately has my shoulders dropping in unfathomable relief.

Hell, when I first got into bed, she curled up so far away from me, I swore Nolan was wrong.

That she’d never touch me again.

Consider touching me again.

That I wasn’t just the last car she’d pick on the lot, but one she’d rather leave there without than ever drive.

The shit hurt so much I almost gave up and volunteered to just go back downstairs.

To go back to picking up the one part of my life I still know how to manage even in shambles.

Yet…like the low roar of a 1967 Mercury Cougar…Nolan’s voice idled in the back of my brain reminding me to man up.

Take the wheel.

Stay on the charted route, not the one her asshole ex wants us to take.

Having Bunny slowly gravitate closer and then eventually begin doodling on her own ink covered skin until I offered mine felt like running a necessary diagnostic test to confirm you’re making the right call before actually taking your tools to it.

And given that her doodling hand is now wrapped tightly around me while her soft breaths are heating up my chest, I have no choice but to admit our old man was right.

She needs to know we’re not going anywhere.

That we can adjust some shit to her needs; however, we’re not giving her up.

There’s no, for sale sign, in her window.

I’d rather be run over by an eighteen-wheeler eighty thousand times than ever even consider not fighting to keep her in our lives.

Not doing whatever I gotta do to keep us together.

I casually tuck one hand behind my head, wind the other protectively around her, and allow myself to close my own eyes for a minute.

She’s not the only one who hasn’t been sleeping.

And she damn sure isn’t the only one who’s been having nightmares, although mine are admittedly about trying to fix vehicles that are damaged beyond all repairs.

Pretty sure that shit is just a metaphor that I don’t need.

I’m not entirely sure how long I’ve been passed out when the sound of someone entering the room has my eyes flying open.

Nolan’s small, crooked grin over the sight of us snuggled lights up the space like a pair of high beams, a vision that instantly has me doing the same as I sexily purr, “Welcome home, Sir.”

“I like this welcome.” His arms fold firmly over his dress shirt at the same time the corners of his lips curl higher. “I’d like it even more if you were both naked…or if Rabbit were holding me an ice-cold beer.”

There’s no missing a beat from her.

She swiftly lifts the arm that’s coiled around me and flashes him her middle finger, proving yet again that our woman’s still in there.

She just needs a bit of a restoration job.

And the big mechanic in the sky knows I’m damn good at those.

“Evening to you too, Rabbit.”

The announcement of time has me tilting my head in confusion. “Fuck, really? It’s already that late?”

He slowly nods. “You needed the rest.” His gaze cuts to her next. “You both did.”

“Have you been gone this whole time?”

“Yeah.”

Jealousy does its best to blare too loudly from the backseat. “You and our attorney have dinner too, or did you happen to save at least one meal for the people you’re actually fucking?” His mouth twitches to bite back when Bunny unexpectedly pinches me in the ribs causing me to croak. “Ou!”

Nolan arrogantly chortles while our girlfriend props her chin up on my chest to give me a glare of disapproval.

“Why did you-”

The sardonic head tilt instantly provides the answer.

“But I-”

Her lifted eyebrows force me to back down.

Shift to reverse.

Relocate my stare to the man standing and sheepishly state, “Sorry.”

Nolan lightly laughs again prior to saying, “Thanks, Rabbit. That was actually better than you bringing me a beer.”

She shoots him a sassy wink and rests her head back on my chest to resume her cuddling position, an action that encourages me to pat the empty pillow beside us. “Get in bed.” His reluctance is painful to see yet easy for me to push past. “Get in bed with us, Sir.”

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From USA TODAY BESTSELLING author Xavier Neal comes a billionaire romance filled with danger, suspense, and a revenge twist you won't see coming...

Billionaire Weston Wilcox is possessive.

Protective.

Parenting and partnering to the best of his abilities.

However, without warning, the prominent public figure finds his wife and son at the center of violent attacks by a mysterious threat.
Due to the individual's unknown identity along with the love of his life's new medical condition, he's forced to reassess everything and everyone close to them.

And while Weston isn't afraid to use any of his vast resources during his hunt for answers, he's also prepared for the final reckoning to be quite personal.

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Chapter 1

Wes

There are several notable things I love about my downtown office here in Highland.

The first being its location.

This is the perfect point between our penthouse, Brynley’s job at The Bower and Powell Institute, and the private academy that our two and half year-old son, Wyland Wayne Wilcox, attends.

Next?

The view.

Awe-inspiring is an undersell.

Having the ability to randomly take a moment to admire the remarkable architecture that creates our city is most certainly a pro for being in the building rather than a con.

And most importantly?

Impeccable privacy due to the soundproofing I had installed during our honeymoon.

I can have my wife under my desk or over my desk or on my couch, moaning and groaning and screaming like she’s Harvey Dent, having half her face burned off by acid.

Interestingly enough, Little Prey is still quite vocal despite having a son with Superhero level hearing.

I swear the kid can hear the second my zipper lowers from across the fucking property in one of the guesthouses we sneak away to for a little “alone time” while he’s with his grandparents.

Hamilton believes I’m exaggerating; however, he did his job and provided me with the best otolaryngologists in our area to further investigate if necessary.

Which I just may.

My family’s health is not a subject matter I take lightly.

It’s not one I’ve ever taken lightly.

It’s not one to ever be taken lightly.

Especially when it comes to my son.

“We’re feeling very optimistic about our final quarter of the fiscal year,” Winston Bofshever, our new head of social media marketing for our beer brands, states into my earpiece at the same time Bryn’s fingertips relocate themselves to my belt buckle. “Between the influencer data reports and Shaw’s proposed strategies for expanding into our weaker demographics, the fifteen-point plan we’ve put together for the Morgan Brand as well as Runt’s Beer hold remarkable potential.” Her manicured fingers nimbly undo the tiny blockade while her eyes flash their infamous mischievousness. “Did you have questions or feedback regarding the influencer reports, sir?”

“No.” I instantly repeat the single word to my brightly beaming wife in a mouthing nature. “No.”

The sarcastic head tilt I’m instantly given causes me to smirk.

Fine.

I do want her lips wrapped around my cock.

I always want her lips wrapped around my cock.

I’d have to be having other…uncomfortable health conversations with Hamilton and Sawyer and Yang if I didn’t want them there.

I always want this woman.

Even at times when I probably shouldn’t.

Like during Wy’s first trip to the dentist or ten minutes post a conference call with HR about too much sex occurring in the workplace.

I understand I’m exempt from such rules.

That as the man whose name is literally on the building, their paychecks, and investment options, I am in several ways immune from them.

However, I should probably refrain from flaunting it.

Especially by having the love of my life blow me during my very next business conversation.

“Do you have any questions or feedback regarding what we have successfully identified as our weaker demographics?” Bofshever inquires while I watch Bryn disregard my wordless objections and slide down onto her knees between my legs. “Perhaps a preference on how they’re sorted going forward, whether it be business or recreational, rural or metropolitan, or even something less traditional such as similar social media accounts that they follow, which can also be sub sectioned into numerous categories.”

I’m sure it can.

Just like I’m sure she’s going to be sucking my dick no matter how many times I shake my head.

“I…” is all that manages to escape due to her warm palm firmly wrapping around my shaft. “I…” The sight of her tongue snaking past her lips so close to my cock is enough on its own to warrant me ending the conversation; however, it’s the long, lascivious lick to lap up the drop of precum falling that has me lifting my fingers to tap the side of my earpiece. “I have to go.”

“Excuse me, sir?”

“An emergency just…” Bryn sloppily drags the head of my dick around her lips as if it’s stripper lipstick. “…fell into my lap.”

“Oh no,” croaks Bofshever, clearly concerned. “Is it something with the company? The reports? Your assistant? Mr. Reese? Your family?”

My wife teases the slit with the very tip of her tongue forcing me to grumble through gritted teeth. “The latter.”

“That’s terrible!”

It’s actually going to be incredible when she stops toying with me.

“I completely understand.”

He doesn’t.

“I’ll let you go-” barely manages to leave his mouth before I push the button severing the call.

I don’t leave a moment for her to victoriously smile or verbally gloat.

No.

I simply bury my fingertips in her thick, wavy locks and drive my dick to the darkest depths it can possibly reach. The invasion is immediately greeted by harsh constrictions, yet I don’t pull back.

I don’t pull away.

I merely latch on tighter at the same time I growl, “Swallow, Little Prey.”

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Advertisement Hunted – A Dark MMF Age-Gap (Hunted #1) Read Online Xavier Neal http://www.books2020.com/hunted-a-dark-mmf-age-gap-hunted-1-read-online-xavier-neal Sat, 11 May 2024 14:57:18 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/hunted-a-dark-mmf-age-gap-hunted-1-read-online-xavier-neal Genre: Alpha Male, Crime, Dark Authors: Xavier Neal Series: Hunted Series by Xavier Neal
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From USA TODAY BESTSELLING AUTHOR Xavier Neal comes an all-new MMF, age-gap, dark romance series!

One stranded female on the run from her stalker.
Two protective, small-town best friends now willing to do whatever it takes to keep her safe.
Three people in love becoming prey for the obsessed hunter lurking in the shadows.
And to think.
This is only the beginning.

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MMF Romance
Dark Romance
Forced Proximity
Age-Gap Romance
Possessive Alphas

*This is book 1 and it DOES end on a cliffhanger

*This content is intended for ADULTS (18+) and DARK ROMANCE fans only.

(A VERSION of this is currently published on Kindle Vella however there are noticeable changes and extensions to the updated version which will be used to continue to the series.)

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Chapter 1

Bunny

Death Canyon, Texas.

Population thirty-four.

Thirty-four fucking people.

Well, thirty-four fucking people and me.

Not that being here is a choice.

Who the fuck chooses to live somewhere called Death Canyon?

Technically, this so-called town is right on the edge of a place tourists love to come hike.

Explore.

Fall to their fucking deaths.

Whatever.

All shit I do not plan on doing nor did I come here to do.

And to be fair, I didn’t actually come here by choice.

My car just…stopped.

Because that’s what cars with shitty maintenance history do.

They shit out on you.

Funny thing is…people with shitty self-maintenance do the same thing.

Like the one that’s hunting me.

The one I need to continue to get miles away from before he gets wind of the fact that I’ve fled the latest city he followed me to.

I left around two in the morning to increase my chances that perhaps I picked a night where he was actually sleeping instead of just reviewing older footage, he got off a camera he somehow placed in my apartment.

See, he is definitely a person that could benefit from some self-maintenance…like some extensive therapy…or…some very strong prescription drugs…or an electric chair.

I really think the latter is his best option.

Or maybe it’s just my best option.

You know.

For surviving.

At least until my thirty-first birthday.

Reaching over into my black go bag in the passenger seat, I retrieve my burner cell – the only safe type for me to have – and my lucky Mickey Mouse pen that I got on the only family vacation we ever took.

Most magical place on earth my ass.

I got lost.

Found.

Lost again – because who can resist following Princess Jasmine to see her pet tiger.

And I was only allowed one souvenir that fell within the absurdly low-price range.

Honestly…my parents weren’t really that cheap – may they rest in peace.

We were just that poor.

They were overworked, underpaid, pretending to afford middle-class bullshit, type of people. They had an ongoing inside joke where they referred to our family as “The Griswolds”, which I totally get now, but didn’t at the time – I mean why would I, I was just a kid.

The ugly truth of the situation was the only reason we even got to go Disney World in the first place was because my dad won some salesman contest at the Mercedes dealership, he’d dedicated most of his adult existence to.

I learned early in life two principles I think have gotten me pretty fucking far.

Commission gigs and serving jobs both suck ass.

Doesn’t matter how “nice” the place is.

They don’t pay you enough, more often than not they don’t see you as good enough, and you’ll never be special enough to not be replaceable.

That’s why I’ve never worked at either type of place.

You wanna know what does pay?

Teaching your rich prep school classmates – that are only your classmates because you’re a scholarship student there to make the demographics look good – how to hide their cocaine and sex addictions from their parents. It was almost like tax fraud for teens. Easy shit to do when you’re great at math. Later I did it for college assholes who didn’t want their actual accountants spilling their tea to the parents who were funding their orgy swamp parties and yacht raves.

Not that I was invited to the activities themselves.

In fact, the one time I was invited to a yacht party – post grad might I add, at the exclusive Contes De La Couronne Yacht Club – I was nearly assaulted. A near assault that allowed the man who would later turn from a fairy tale daydream to a night terror that has a person too terrified to ever sleep again, into my knight in shining armor.

He was charming.

Too charming.

Too…well…scripted.

No person should always know exactly what to say and when to say it.

At least not a person who has a soul and knows when to blink without looking insane as fuck.

After tucking the pen into my high, sloppy bun that’s pinned at the top of my head, I retrieve another pen that will actually be used for doodling and attempt to make a rescue search on my device. While it’s not the most high-tech – something I can finically afford yet safety wise cannot – it has the capability to look up some stuff.

When there’s service.

But given the lack of bars I’m seeing I’m gonna go ahead and guess there isn’t.

Meaning I’m stranded.

In the middle of fucking nowhere.

Outside a literal placed called Death. Canyon.

Wow.

If this isn’t every woman’s horror movie dream come true, I don’t know what is.

My caramel mocha-colored fingers prepare to refresh the search when all of a sudden, the sound of an engine pulls my dark brown eyes upward.

The sight of a tow truck magically appearing on what I’m pretty sure is the main road of the tiny town seems like a blessing; however, in my experience, blessings are really just burdens waiting to be unearthed.

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What's good for the gosling is good for the gander...At least according to the sunshine and snowflakes woman whose amnesia episode has her believing she's been assigned to be my daughter's new nanny.And, of course, I can't really fire the fake hire because the last thing I need as the captain of my pro hockey team is to be trending for more drama.I guess you could say this season won't be easy.Especially for me, the veteran.TROPE CHECKGrumpy/SunshineSingle Dad/Nanny Amnesia Romance Plus-Size/Curvy Heroine Possessive Alpha

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HOCKEY GLOSSARY

Hockey has its own language! And when/if you are not familiar with it, it can be somewhat confusing. While the novel itself defines many of these for you in context, I am also adding this page as a reference point to assist you in the experience.

Apple – An assist

(The) Assist – Assisting in scoring a goal

Barn – Hockey Arena/Hockey Rink

Bardownsky – Type of shot that hit the top bar and goes down into the net, highly impressive

Beauty – Great Player/Skilled Player/Incredible skills (Compliment)

Bench Boss – Coach

Bender – A bad/low skilled player (whose ankles bend poorly while skating) (Insult)

Biscuit – Hockey Puck

Blades – Hockey Skates

Boat Race – High scoring, fast-paced game

Bottle Rocket – When the goaltenders water bottle is bounced into the air by a shot hitting the

net

Brewskie – Beer

Broad/Broadskie – Female

Bucket – Helmet

Cage – Type of helmet that has face protecting in the front

Cap or “C” – Captain

Celly – Celebrate

Chirp/Chirping – Trash talking

Clapper – Slapshot

(The) Cup – The Stanley Cup, the championship trophy/prize in the league

Deke – Quick move to get around a defensive player or beat a goalie with misdirection

Donnybrook – Fight

Drop the Gloves – Fight

Dub or “W” – Win

Duster – Player who spends most of his time on the bench, collecting dust, never playing (Insult)

Ferda (For The Boys) – Doing what’s best/doing something for the boys/the team

Free Agent (off the ice) – Single/Romantically unattached

Garbage Goal – Lucky shot (Insult)

Gino – Goal

GM – General Manager

Hat Trick or Hatty – Three points scored in a single game by a single player

Lettuce – Hair

Lighting the Lamp – Scoring a goal

LTIR “Long Term Injured Reserve – Players who are injured/expected to miss a lot/most of a

season are placed on this as part of salary cap reasonings

Mitts (on ice) – Gloves or hands (depending on context)

Mitt (off ice) – Pussy/Twat/Snatch

Pest – Pain in the ass player (Insult)

PK – Penalty Kill, when the home team is short one player putting them on the disadvantage

Pigeon – Player who consistently makes garbage goals/garbage plays (Insult)

Pipe-Fitter – Averaged skill player who tends to work a little harder during his shifts

Player’s Only Meeting – Meeting/Session held by the captain and/or alternative captains without

management/coaching around to handle issues, more like a peer mediation session

Plug (on & off the ice) – A useless player/person (Insult)

Puck Bunny – Female/Chick that specifically tries to sleep or date hockey players (think groupie)

Pylon – A cone used for drills

Pylon – A useless player that’s easy to get around (Insult)

Razor – Player in his prime/at his best

Rocket (off the ice) – An attractive/hot female (Compliment)

Sando – Sandwich

Scratch – Player on the roster that’s not going to dress for the game

Shift/Shifts – The stretch of time a player is on the ice

(The) Show – NHL

Ship – Short for Championship

Shutout – The home team wins the game by preventing the away team from scoring at all

Sieve – Goalie who lets in a lot of goals (Insult)

Sin Bin – Penalty Box

Silky Mitts – Great/amazing stickhandling skills (Compliment)

Snipe – A tight shot that scores on the goalie in the tiniest spaces possible

Sniper – A player who makes the aforementioned shot effortlessly (Compliment)

Snipe/Sniper (off the ice) – An attractive/hot female (Compliment)

Snow Showering – Spraying the goalie with ice shavings intentionally

Stud – Great Player/Skilled Player/Incredible skills (Compliment)

Suicide Pass – A pass made that sets up the player receiving it to get smashed by a waiting defenseman

Sweater – Jersey

Tarp – Top/Shirt/Sweater/Jersey

Tendy – Goalie/Goaltender

The Great One – Wayne Gretzky

Top Cheddar/Top Cheese/Top Shelf/Top Cookies/Where Grandma Hides the Cookies – The top section of the net/top shelf/area of the goal between the crossbar and tendy’s shoulders often used in reference of something being “top notch”

Wheel (on the ice) – Skate/Fast skate/Best skating

Wheel (off the ice) – Picking up/having sex with women

Warmies – Warm ups

Zam or Zamboni – Ice Surface Cleaner

Zebra or Zeb – Another name for a referee

Playlist Selects

Here are five songs from the The Veteran (Dalvegan Dragons #2) playlist!

Feel free to follow the playlist on Spotify to find more songs I felt related to the book.

1. I’ll Be Around – The Spinners (R&B)

2. Naked – X Ambassadors (Rock)

3. Show Me The Meaning of Being Lonely – Backstreet Boys (Pop)

4. Dime Mi Amory (Texican Rock n’ Roll)

5. Neon You – Don Louis (Country)

More songs: https://bit.ly/TheVeteranPlaylist

Chapter 1

Igor

It turns out the only thing worse than being chewed out in Russian by my old man is being bitched at in English by the woman who literally holds my career in the palm of her claw like hands.

Most people think it’s the bench boss that a player should be afraid of.

Those people?

They’ve clearly never met Harlow “Hot Rocket” Hennington, Owner and GM of the Dalvegan Dragons ice hockey franchise.

And yeah, Hot Rocket would be redundant – since that’s what a rocket is – if it weren’t for the fact hot was in reference to her temper rather than her body.

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