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Western Wildcats Hockey Series by Jennifer Sucevic – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.books2020.com Thu, 17 Apr 2025 13:14:42 +0000 en-US hourly 1 https://wordpress.org/?v=6.9.4 http://www.books2020.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/favicon.png Western Wildcats Hockey Series by Jennifer Sucevic – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.books2020.com 32 32 Never Your Girl (Western Wildcats Hockey #7) Read Online Jennifer Sucevic http://www.books2020.com/never-your-girl-western-wildcats-hockey-7-read-online-jennifer-sucevic Thu, 17 Apr 2025 13:14:42 +0000 http://www.books2020.com/never-your-girl-western-wildcats-hockey-7-read-online-jennifer-sucevic Genre: Alpha Male, College, Drama, Erotic, Sports Authors: Jennifer Sucevic Series: Western Wildcats Hockey Series by Jennifer Sucevic
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Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 83550 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)

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Can you really blame me for loving the scandalous texts exposing Bridger Sanderson for the jerk he is? As far as I’m concerned, it’s sweet karma for ghosting me after we hooked up two years ago. Cocky, infuriating, and way too gorgeous for his own good, Bridger thinks he’s untouchable.

The best part?

He’s convinced I’m behind the messages.

I wish.

Unfortunately, my life takes a turn for the worst when Bridger uncovers my secret side hustle. Now he’s blackmailing me, forcing me to stick close—we’re talking 24/7—until he figures out who’s airing his dirty laundry on campus.

I should hate him for dragging me into his mess.

And I do…

Mostly.

Except… the more time we spend together, the harder it becomes to ignore how he looks at me. It's almost like he can see straight through the walls I’ve built to protect myself. Or how his own guard slips, revealing the cracks in his armor when he thinks I’m not paying attention.

The only person who’s ever gotten this close is ColdAsIce17, my anonymous confidant on the school chat app. With him, I can totally be myself.

But what happens when the lines blur between the guy I hate and the one I can’t stop thinking about?

What happens when I realize... they might be the same person?

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Western University Chat App

FragileLikeABomb

So, do you message every random profile you come across, or am I just special?

ColdAsIce17

You caught me. I couldn’t resist. The username? Chef’s kiss.

FragileLikeABomb

Fragile and LikeABomb felt on-brand. I’m complicated.

ColdAsIce17

Complicated or dramatic?

FragileLikeABomb

Aren’t they the same thing? What’s your excuse for ColdAsIce?

ColdAsIce17

Thought it sounded cool. Pun intended.

FragileLikeABomb

Did you consider literally any other options?

ColdAsIce17

EmotionallyUnavailable17 was taken.

FragileLikeABomb

That one hits a little too close to home.

ColdAsIce17

Guess that makes us a perfect match.

FragileLikeABomb

Oh no. Absolutely not.

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Holland

A digital chorus of beeps and dings sweeps through Slap Shotz like a wave as the buzzing of my phone coincides with dozens of others. In the split second before I read the message, I catch the shift in the room. The way conversations die mid-sentence, the collective intake of breath, the sudden tension that crackles through the air like static before a storm.

Anonymous message

Make sure someone sends the hockey ho penicillin in the morning. We all know she’s gonna need at least one dose. Maybe two.

Damn.

Shots fired.

I shouldn’t smile.

I really shouldn’t.

But there’s something darkly satisfying about watching the mighty fall, especially when that fall involves Bridger Sanderson. The same type of texts have been terrorizing him for months now, and no one has been able to trace their source.

Not the tech department.

Not campus security

Not even the chancellor himself.

As far as I’m concerned, Bridger deserves it.

If I didn’t believe in karma before, I certainly do now.

“Oh boy,” my bestie, Willow, mutters from where she’s sitting across from me. “That’s not good.”

“Says who?” I arch a brow, not bothering to hide my amusement.

Willow tips her head in Bridger’s direction. “Probably him.”

Near the bar, I can feel Bridger’s presence like a physical weight. He’s been brooding in the same spot all night, radiating the kind of darkness that makes people give him a wide berth.

Not that I’ve been watching.

Much.

Our eyes meet across the dim space, and that familiar jolt of awareness hits me like a sucker punch. His gray eyes narrow, and I respond with my middle finger, a gesture that feels childish even as I do it.

“Real mature,” Willow says dryly.

“What can I say? I have my moments.”

She flicks a glance at him before refocusing her attention on me. Questions and curiosity swim in her blue depths. “Are you ever going to tell me what happened between you two?”

I take a long sip of my root beer to buy time.

Not deterred in the least by my silence, she lifts a brow, prodding me for an answer. Only then do I grudgingly say, “Nope.”

“Ahhh. Now we’re finally getting somewhere.” She holds her hand up. “Stop. We’re bordering on information overload. Why must you be so dang chatty? It’s such a personality defect.”

I roll my eyes as a smile trembles around the corners of my lips.

I love Willow to pieces, but she doesn’t need to know the gory details of what happened between Bridger and me. Most of the time, I wish I could scrub them from my memory.

I’m saved from further interrogation when my phone chimes with a work reminder. Thirty minutes until my shift starts at a job my best friend doesn’t even know I have.

“I need to head out,” I say, already gathering my things.

“Already?” Willow frowns. “We’ve only been here for an hour.”

“Yeah.” I tuck an errant strand of hair behind my ear. “You know I can only handle being around these guys in small doses. Unfortunately for you, I’ve reached my quota of hockey players and drama for one night.”

“Want company?” she offers. “We could watch a horror movie like we used to. I’ll let you pick the goriest one, even though we both know I’ll have nightmares for weeks.”

The offer makes my chest ache with nostalgia.

I miss those days.

Now that Willow has a boyfriend, everything has changed.

“Nah, you stay here and celebrate with your man.” I force lightness into my tone that I don’t feel. “This week has been exhausting. I probably wouldn’t make it through the first murder. And that’s my favorite part.”

“I’m sorry, did you just say murder?” Maverick McKinnon’s eyebrows shoot up. “Should someone warn Bridger?”

“Please.” I grab my bag, glad for the excuse to shield my expression. “If I were going to murder Bridger Sanderson, I wouldn’t be foolish enough to incriminate myself by talking about it. And you’d never find the body. No body, no murder. Isn’t that how it works?”

“That’s...” Maverick glances at Willow. “Concerning.”

“Don’t worry,” my bestie says, tipping her face toward him with a softness that brings a small, wistful smile to my lips. “We were talking about movies.”

He brushes his lips across hers, whispering something that makes her giggle, and just like that, they’re in their own little world. I watch them for a moment, torn between genuine happiness for my best friend and a loneliness that cuts bone-deep. Willow deserves this—deserves him—after everything she’s been through. But sometimes I miss when it was just us against the world.

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Advertisement Break my Heart (Western Wildcats Hockey #6) Read Online Jennifer Sucevic http://www.books2020.com/break-my-heart-western-wildcats-hockey-6-read-online-jennifer-sucevic Wed, 25 Dec 2024 21:49:50 +0000 http://www.books2020.com/break-my-heart-western-wildcats-hockey-6-read-online-jennifer-sucevic Genre: Alpha Male Authors: Jennifer Sucevic Series: Western Wildcats Hockey Series by Jennifer Sucevic
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Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 86878 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)

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After my life imploded last year, Dad decided that a change in scenery was necessary and moved us across the country.

I’ve done the one thing I never thought I would—leave the competitive skating world behind in the rearview mirror.
It hasn’t been easy.
Especially when the person buried in my past no longer wants to stay there.
Ever since stepping foot on campus, I’ve gone out of my way to avoid the hockey players that strut around like they’re God’s gift to the female species.
There’s a reason for that.
My father is Reed Philips, head coach for the Western Wildcats. The number one rule in our house has always been that I keep a healthy distance from his players.
That’s never been a problem.
And it’s not necessarily one now.
Except…
I’ve just had a major run in with Hayes Van Doren.
One that includes me walking in on him freshly showered in the locker room and him thinking I was there to deliver a special birthday present by dropping to my knees.
Oh, trust me…he got a treat all right.
One that left him singing soprano.
I might have spent most of this year flying under the radar where Hayes is concerned, but that’s no longer possible.
Everywhere I go, there he is.
Forcing his way into my life.
He’s a complication I don’t need.
Or want.
Except…
He’s decided to change my mind about that.
The question is—will I let him?

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1

Ava

Unknown number:

We need to talk.

Those four words hit me like a punch to the gut, and the ground drops from beneath my feet. My sneakers squeak against the tile floor of the corridor as I stumble to a halt. As I stare at my phone, the words blur before my eyes.

I really thought this nightmare was finally over.

It takes a handful of seconds for my brain to play mental catch up as my fingers hover over the keyboard, and I fight the urge to smash my cell against the wall. It’s so tempting to ignore the message and pretend I never saw it.

How the hell did he get my number?

Again.

Every time I change my digits, he figures it out. My heart slams against my ribcage as a potent concoction of anger and frustration surges through me like wildfire.

Screw him.

That’s all it takes for something to snap inside me as I stab out a response.

Me:

Don’t contact me again. There’s nothing more for us to say.

Nausea roils in my stomach as I hit send.

Why won’t he leave me alone? It’s been more than a year.

Before I can take a steady breath, my phone vibrates with another message.

Unknown number:

We both know that’s not true. There’s quite a bit to say. In person.

No.

There’s no way that will ever happen.

This time, I don’t bother with a reply.

My thumb lingers for half a second before I block the number.

Not that it’ll do any good.

With a frustrated huff, I pocket the phone in my jacket and shove through the door into the men’s locker room.

Transferring to Western was supposed to be a fresh start. That’s one of the reasons Dad took the head coaching position last summer—to give all of us a break from the mess back home.

It seems like no matter how far or fast I run, some things refuse to stay buried in the past.

The second I step inside, I’m hit by a wave of steamy moisture, thick in the air with the undeniable scent of sweat, wet gear, and damp towels.

My nose scrunches.

You’d think I’d be used to it by now, having spent my whole life around hockey teams.

But men’s locker rooms?

They always reek.

I hesitate inside the door, cocking my head and listening for signs of life. The steady drip of water echoing from the showers is the only sound that can be heard.

Thank God.

Dad would totally lose it if I walked in on the guys undressing.

For as long as I can remember, there’s been a strict no-hockey-players rule in place. It was never a problem because I was too busy skating to notice them.

I’ve been on the ice since I was four. After one of my coaches said I was a natural, my parents signed me up for private lessons. The next thing I knew, we were traveling all over the country. By the time I was twelve, we had uprooted our entire lives so I could train with a world-renowned coach. My life revolved around the rink—practice, competition—and little else.

Until last year.

I shove that depressing thought away as I swing around the corner and stumble to a halt. My eyes widen as I take in the naked guy with his back turned toward me. There’s not even a towel slung around his waist to shield the view.

Somewhere in the back of my brain, I realize I should retreat or, at the very least, stop staring, but I can’t pull my attention away from the sight in front of me. His back is broad and rippling with muscles, each one perfectly defined.

Before I can stop myself, my gaze dips lower. His ass is just as finely sculpted as the rest of him.

Tight.

Perfect.

Damn.

I suck in a harsh breath and almost choke. A coughing fit is the last thing I need right now. The noise is enough to alert him to my presence, and he swings around.

His green eyes lock on mine, and there’s a beat of silence as the air thickens with something I can’t quite place.

My heartbeat stutters.

And still, he doesn’t bother to cover himself. His eyes scan me lazily, as if he catches girls sneaking into the locker room and eating up his naked body with their gazes all the time.

Who knows, maybe he does.

His gaze never wavers as he lifts the white towel to dry his damp hair. The guy is completely unfazed that he’s stark naked, dripping, and on full display.

If only my reaction were just as casual.

Heat floods my cheeks, as if I’m the one who’s been caught without a stitch of clothing.

My eyes do the exact opposite of what I tell them to. They should be locked on his face, but no, they take a slow and thorough tour of his body. First, the broad expanse of his chest—all hard muscle and glistening with droplets of water.

My mouth turns cottony as my attention drifts lower. I can’t help but catalogue the ridges of his abs. There are eight of them, by the way. I swear, he’s got abs on top of abs. It would be difficult not to appreciate every contour.

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Advertisement Mine to Take (Western Wildcats Hockey #6) Read Online Jennifer Sucevic http://www.books2020.com/mine-to-take-western-wildcats-hockey-6-read-online-jennifer-sucevic Sat, 31 Aug 2024 08:13:41 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/mine-to-take-western-wildcats-hockey-6-read-online-jennifer-sucevic Genre: Alpha Male, College, Contemporary, Sports Authors: Jennifer Sucevic Series: Western Wildcats Hockey Series by Jennifer Sucevic
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Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 86199 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)

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What could be worse than having a one-night stand with my twin’s biggest rival on the ice?
Umm…nothing.
Nothing is worse than that.
It’s the reason why my brother can never find out that I hooked up with Maverick McKinnon, ridiculously hot defenseman for the Western Wildcats. It doesn’t matter if the memories from our night together are enough to make my toes curl and my panties—
Well, you get the idea.
He’s the first guy to come along and not treat me like I’ll shatter into a million pieces when he lays his hands on me. Even if there’s a teeny tiny part within that would like to see him again, the fallout would be brutal.
I have enough to deal with. Like trying to break out of the box my family has placed me in since my diagnosis.
The only problem?
I’ve lost something valuable.
Something I need back.
And I’m pretty sure whose bed I’ll find it in.

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1

Maverick

I lift the bottle to my lips and take a swig of cold beer as my gaze skims over the crowd. Music pumps, the bass vibrating in my bones. People are dancing and cutting loose on a Friday night.

We won our game yesterday.

Afterward, we all headed to Slap Shotz to celebrate with rounds of shots and karaoke. It’s the unofficial home of the Western Wildcats hockey team.

There’s barely time to revel in our victory before we have to prepare for our next game against the East Town University Rattlers.

That’s one we abso-fucking-lutely need to win.

Even thinking about their left wing, River Thompson, pisses me off. I crack the muscles in my neck to loosen the mounting tension. The rivalry between us dates back to high school. He’s a right wing and always looking to score. I’m a defenseman and always shutting him the fuck down.

On more than one occasion, we’ve come to blows on the ice.

Aw, hell…who am I trying to kid?

It’s unusual if we don’t get into a brawl and end up in the box.

I’m knocked from the tangle of those thoughts when slender hands glide their way up my chest, and I find myself staring down at the dark-haired beauty beaming up at me.

“Hey, Mav. I’ve been looking all over for you.”

I lift the bottle to my lips again and take another drink. “Looks like you found me.”

Her grin intensifies. “Lucky me.”

Jenna Montgomery.

She’s one of the Wildcats’ biggest fans, if you know what I mean.

I flick another glance around the room.

It gets snagged by Ryder and Juliette playing kissy face.

My nose scrunches.

They really need to warn people before engaging in PDA.

Ugh.

Even though they’ve been together for a couple of months, I’m still trying to wrap my brain around the fact that my best friend and sister are now an item.

Should I have seen it coming from a million miles away?

Probably.

I’ve always sensed the tension that vibrated in the air when they were in the same room together. It’s been that way since middle school. I’d just assumed they hated each other.

Joke’s on me—turns out the opposite was true.

When my chest tightens, I shove those thoughts from my head.

Not that I’d admit it to anyone else, but I miss the way things used to be before they started dating. Ryder was usually down for anything. We’d chill out and play a little NHL or Madden on the Xbox. Sometimes we’d head to the bars after practice. Or we’d get a lift in.

Now he spends all his spare time with Juliette.

Hey, it’s not like I begrudge their happiness.

I really don’t.

I just wish it weren’t at my expense.

A sigh escapes me.

And now I sound like the world’s biggest pussy.

Exactly what I didn’t want.

Unable to watch them make out for another second, my gaze settles on Wolf and Fallyn. Another couple who recently got together.

Or maybe a more accurate description would be that they were just hitched in Vegas.

Yeah…

Mind completely blown.

Who the fuck gets married when they’re twenty-two?

Especially someone who has the hockey world by the balls.

I shake my head.

The answer to that question would be Wolf Westerville—future NHL goalie for Boston.

And then there’s Ford and Carina, Riggs and Stella, Madden and Viola, and last, but certainly not least, our newest couple on the block—Colby and Britt.

Christ, the guy can’t keep his damn hands off her.

Turns out, they secretly tied the knot in Vegas as well.

It wasn’t all that long ago when these guys were single and ready to mingle.

Or get laid by groupies.

Now, however?

It’s me, Bridger, and Hayes.

We’re the last ones standing.

“Maverick?”

I really hate all these maudlin thoughts trying to weigh me down. There’s been too many of them lately.

I stare into Jenna’s green eyes. “Yeah?”

She presses closer until I feel the rounded softness of her breasts against my chest. “You seem tense. I know exactly what will help with that.”

I’m sure she does.

Jenna’s superpower is that she’s capable of making you forget your own name.

Maybe that’s exactly what I need.

To forget all this bullshit pressing in at the edges.

When I don’t pounce on the offer, she stretches onto the tips of her toes and nips my lower lip with sharp white teeth.

“Trust me, I’ll make it worth your while,” she adds in a husky voice that’s chock-full of promise.

And just like that, my decision is made.

I jerk my head in a tight nod. “Sure, let’s go.”

A sly smile lifts the corners of her pink-slicked lips before she grabs my hand and drags me toward the staircase. On the way across the living room, Hayes catches my eye and smirks. His hands are full with two eager bunnies.

Now that Colby has officially retired his dick, Hayes is drowning in pussy. By the look on his face, he couldn’t be more thrilled with the predicament.

And Bridger?

He’s off moping in a corner by his lonesome.

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Advertisement Dare You to Love Me (Western Wildcats Hockey #5) Read Online Jennifer Sucevic http://www.books2020.com/dare-you-to-love-me-western-wildcats-hockey-5-read-online-jennifer-sucevic Wed, 07 Aug 2024 09:50:28 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/dare-you-to-love-me-western-wildcats-hockey-5-read-online-jennifer-sucevic Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Sports Authors: Jennifer Sucevic Series: Western Wildcats Hockey Series by Jennifer Sucevic
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Total pages in book: 14
Estimated words: 13963 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 70(@200wpm)___ 56(@250wpm)___ 47(@300wpm)

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Riggs has always been my best friend. So what if I’ve started to notice that the guys
I’m now attracted to bear an uncanny resemblance to the hot hockey player?
That’s not necessarily a problem, is it?
All right, so maybe it is.
Don’t worry…I have a plan to put the kibosh on the inappropriate fantasies rolling
around in my head. It involves going out with someone who’s the opposite of my bestie.
Except…the date turns out to be a total disaster.
And who’s there to laugh it off with me later that evening?
You guessed it—Riggs.
It only takes a little game of truth or dare to realize that nothing will ever be the
same between us again.

*This is a Christmas Novella in the Western Wildcats Hockey Series and is 12,500 words*

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RIGGS

Stella drops her floral duffle in the corner of my room. “Are you sure you don’t mind me staying for a few days?”

I roll my eyes.

Why is this girl even asking?

She has to know that whatever she needs, I’m here for her.

“Hell, no. I already told you—stay as long as you want. It’s not a problem.”

She tilts her blonde head just a bit before searching my face. “You don’t mind sharing your room with me?” There’s a slight pause as she shifts. “The last thing I want to do is get in your way. What happens if you want to bring a girl up here and…you know…” Her voice trails off.

It’s steadily that I hold her gaze. “Trust me, you don’t have to worry about that.”

When she arches her brows as if encouraging me to explain, I clear my throat and steer the topic in a different direction.

It takes effort to lighten my tone. “If you’re not comfortable sharing a bed, I can always bunk with one of the guys or on the couch downstairs.”

Her face scrunches. “Eww. That’s disgusting. I wouldn’t make my worst enemy sleep on that couch.”

It’s no secret that the oversized piece of furniture in the living room has seen way too much action over the years. Some of which has probably been embedded in the fabric for all eternity.

“It’ll be like when we used to have sleepovers,” she says. “Remember?”

Of course I do. Stella and I have known each other since elementary school. Her house was situated in back of mine and it didn’t take long for us to become thick as thieves. And nothing in all these years has altered that.

All right so maybe that’s not a hundred percent true. It was sometime during freshman year of high school that my feelings for her began to change. They’ve slowly deepened, growing into something more.

Have I ever acted on them?

Hell, no.

Are you kidding me?

Stella doesn’t see me as anything other than her bestie.

How do I know this?

Because she has absolutely no problem talking to me about all the dates she goes on.

FYI—that girl goes through guys the way some people go through underwear. I’ve had cartons of milk sitting in my fridge that have been around longer than some of her so-called boyfriends.

I force a smile before shoving those thoughts away. “Sure do. Don’t worry, it’ll be fun. Just like old times. Did I mention that the guys are throwing a party tonight? We can hang out and have a few drinks.”

And I’ll do my damnedest not to obsess about what it’ll be like to have her all to myself in my bed.

A frown flickers across her expression. “You should have said something sooner. I already made plans for the evening.”

Everything inside me nosedives as I attempt to keep my response casual. “Oh?”

With a shrug, she swings away, squatting to rifle through her duffle bag. “Yeah, someone I met on the Western U dating app.”

I cross my arms against my chest and grit my teeth so tightly that it feels like the molars are in imminent danger of shattering. It takes a concerted effort to unlock my jaw. I fucking hate the idea of her going out with another dude.

Especially when she’s coming home to me at the end of the night.

I straighten to my full height as another thought slams into me with the force of a two-by-four. “You’re, ah, planning on sleeping here…right?”

If she doesn’t, I’ll—

She tosses a mischievous glance over her shoulder before flashing a sly grin. “I’ll let you know if things go really well, and I spend the night elsewhere.”

What?

Oh.

Hell.

No.

A tortured groan escapes from me at the idea of her having sex with someone else when her ass should be in my bed.

Her brow furrows as she sends another glance over her shoulder. “I’m sorry, did you say something?”

I clear my throat. “Just that you should bring him by afterward.”

So I can pummel his ass.

With her clothes for the evening in hand, she pops back up before swallowing the distance between us and pressing a light kiss against my cheek.

“You’re the absolute best, know that?”

Unfortunately for me, the absolute best apparently isn’t what she’s looking for.

Before I can suss out the situation any further, she disappears through the bedroom door and into the bathroom to change.

STELLA

The front porch of the hockey house is strung with colorful lights that blink in the darkness, giving the dilapidated old Victorian a festive appearance. There’s a six-foot evergreen shoved in the corner. It’s decorated with pucks and white hockey stick tape. Upon closer inspection, there are also metal beer caps with holes punched at the top and threaded with string that dangles from branches.

Even though the windows are closed to keep out the frigid air, music pours from the house. It could be heard from down the block where we parked. Riggs wasn’t kidding when he said the guys were throwing a party. From the looks of it, half the university showed up to help celebrate how well the team is doing this season. Everyone’s excited for them to make it to the Frozen Four and bring home another championship title.

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Advertisement Never Say Never (Western Wildcats Hockey #4) Read Online Jennifer Sucevic http://www.books2020.com/never-say-never-western-wildcats-hockey-4-read-online-jennifer-sucevic Sat, 27 Apr 2024 17:49:08 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/never-say-never-western-wildcats-hockey-4-read-online-jennifer-sucevic Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, New Adult, Sports Authors: Jennifer Sucevic Series: Western Wildcats Hockey Series by Jennifer Sucevic
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Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 92422 (not accurate)
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Colby McNichols, otherwise known as the baby-faced assassin, is the left wing for the Western Wildcats hockey team. All he has to do is sign his name on the dotted line and he’ll play for the pros after his senior season. What I’ve heard from the girls on campus, who aren’t shy about spilling the tea, is that he’s totally earned his reputation.

And then some.

It’s just one of the reasons I choose to steer clear.

Trust me when I say that my life is complicated enough without getting tangled up with a player.

For reasons I can’t fathom, Colby has decided to insert himself in my life. Everywhere I go, there he is. Which makes holding him at a distance nearly impossible. He might be smoking hot but there’s zero point in starting something with this guy. Especially since I can’t be honest about who I am.

Unfortunately, a weekend spent in Vegas changes everything.

Turns out that our friends weren’t the only ones who tied the knot in Sin City.

I can only hope that what they say is true—what happens in Vegas stays there.

Because if it doesn’t…

I’m screwed.

And not in a good way.

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1

BRITT

The guy hasn’t said a single word yet, and already my skin is buzzing with awareness. How is it possible that his steady gaze sliding over my body feels more like a physical caress than anything else?

It doesn’t make the least bit of sense.

I’m not into his brand of handsome.

He’s way too attractive for his own good.

Even worse than that?

He knows it.

And uses it as a weapon of female destruction.

I’m well acquainted with his type.

And I’m not interested.

If only it were possible to stomp out the arousal that has settled at the bottom of my belly like an unmovable stone.

Ever since stepping foot on campus in August, I’ve been inundated with the stories that circulate regarding Colby McNichols. At this point, they’re more like urban legends or Western University folklore. Tales that will be passed down for generations to come. Even if I hadn’t heard about him, it would be impossible not to catch sight of all the girls that cling to the guy like baby rhesus monkeys.

And not one at a time, either.

These chicks don’t care if they need to share him just to get a small taste.

Can you even imagine?

Ummm….no thanks.

In fact, I just threw up in my mouth.

Gross.

On both accounts.

Mr. Too Hot to Handle needs to move it along, because I am definitely not a puck bunny who’ll fall onto her back and spread her legs wide. Or a groupie that’ll hang on his every word, hoping to be chosen for the night. This guy eats girls up like sugary cereal in the morning before moving onto the next thirty minutes later.

I’m probably giving him way too much credit.

More like fifteen.

I bet his starfish impression is dead on.

Sadly, they love him for it.

I just can’t.

“I don’t think we’ve had the pleasure of meeting,” he says, deep voice smooth and brimming with confidence as he interrupts my conversation with Carina.

I got to know the pretty blonde dancer during the fall semester and really clicked with her. She seems more like a girl’s girl.

Which is refreshing.

And I enjoy her friends just as much. Juliette, Stella, Viola, and Fallyn are all great girls who have welcomed me into their tight-knit group with open arms. This is the first time in almost a decade that I can actually say I have a handful of genuine female friendships. They have no idea just how much that means to me.

Maybe if I ignore him long enough, he’ll get the hint and exit stage left.

A second or two ticks by before he turns up the wattage of his smile. It makes the dimples in his cheeks pop and flash. It takes effort to stomp out the zip of electricity attempting to sizzle its way through my veins.

“What’s your name, beautiful?”

Sigh.

So much for him picking up what I’m laying down.

When it becomes obvious that he isn’t going to get lost until I double down on my disinterest, I flick a steely look in his direction.

One that will hopefully shrivel his balls.

“I’m not interested. So, feel free to move it along.”

Dismissing him, I resume my convo with Carina.

That hard-edged tone is usually enough to cause the most obnoxious of men to deflate like a popped balloon and slink away with their tails tucked firmly between their legs.

I’ve spent years honing it so that it’s razor sharp.

And just as deadly.

I’ve handled men twice my age who are execs in the biz and think that makes me fair game. So, putting this college hockey playing hottie in his place should be a piece of cake.

I wince at the unconscious descriptor.

His brows pinch as he blinks in confusion. “Excuse me?”

I’m forced to turn more fully in his direction before annunciating carefully as if talking to a two-year-old, “I said that I wasn’t interested. Hockey players aren’t my thing. Now, if you’ll⁠—”

The muscles in his face soften as he flashes another dazzling smile that’s even more swoonworthy than the first before giving me an—are you cray-cray look. Confidence drips from every word. “Sweetheart, I’m everybody’s thing.”

Thrown off by his response, my eyes widen as a burst of laughter escapes from me. This guy really is full of himself.

I mean…sure, I’d heard he was, but seeing it in action firsthand is another matter entirely. All I can say is that it’ll be an absolute pleasure to disabuse him of the notion that he can have any girl he wants simply by flashing his dimples. As I reach out and pat his clean-shaven cheek, another surge of desire flares to life before I douse it like an out-of-control kitchen fire.

“I’m sure that you are, pretty boy. But not mine.”

Genuine interest ignites in his eyes as he invades my personal space. It’s tempting to retreat a step, but I refuse to give him the satisfaction.

“Here’s an idea—how about you let me buy you a shot and we’ll see just how wrong you are when I roll out of your bed in the morning?”

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Advertisement Never Mine to Hold (Western Wildcats Hockey #3) Read Online Jennifer Sucevic http://www.books2020.com/never-mine-to-hold-western-wildcats-hockey-3-read-online-jennifer-sucevic Sun, 21 Jan 2024 18:56:02 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/never-mine-to-hold-western-wildcats-hockey-3-read-online-jennifer-sucevic Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Sports, Virgin Authors: Jennifer Sucevic Series: Western Wildcats Hockey Series by Jennifer Sucevic
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Wolf Westerville.
There was a time when my world revolved around him, and I’d foolishly thought he’d be the one to claim all my firsts. Those dreams shattered into a million jagged pieces when the unthinkable happened.

Five years later and we both attend the same college. He’s a superstar goaltender for the Western Wildcats with a ticket to the NHL. I’m just trying to make it through the last year and a half of college all the while doing my best to avoid him.
Wolf has decided that it’s time for us to get reacquainted. As far as I’m concerned, he can shove that idea where the sun doesn’t shine.

Better yet, he can bend over, and I’ll happily do it for him.

He might not realize it, but my life is splintering apart at the seams. My parents have lost everything and can’t pay my tuition for the second semester, which means I need to figure something out.

Fast.

Or I’ll be forced to drop out and move back home.

Unwilling to allow that to happen, I decide to sell the only thing I have of value.

My V-card.

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Chapter 1

Fallyn

“I’m sorry?” My knees buckle as I slump to the queen-sized mattress with a soft bounce. “What do you mean the tuition bill hasn’t been paid this semester? There has to be a mistake.”

Other than the sharp clicking of a computer keyboard, silence fills the line. Each second that ticks by only ratchets up my nerves and the unsteady thumping of my heart until it sounds more like the dull roar of the ocean in my ears.

“I’m afraid there’s not.” Her voice softens but remains firm. “I’ve checked your account several times. The entire balance for the second semester is outstanding. It was supposed to be paid by the first of the month, which means it’s ten days overdue.”

A thick lump settles in my throat as I stare sightlessly at the silver-framed photo of my brother and me propped on my desk. Our arms are wrapped around each other, and we’re both grinning at the camera without a care in the world.

A decade later, life couldn’t feel more different.

I’d give just about anything to go back to that idyllic moment. If I squeeze my eyes tight, I can still hear the sound of the lake in the distance and feel the bright sunlight shining down, warming my face.

“Ms. DiMarco?” There’s a pause. “Are you still there?”

The memories dissolve like wisps of smoke as I blink back to the present. “Yeah, I’m here.”

Unfortunately.

“I’m going to make an appointment for you. Tomorrow at one o’clock, all right? Hopefully you and your advisor will be able to figure out a solution.”

My shoulders collapse as if there’s a thousand-pound weight resting on them. “As soon as I get off the phone, I’ll call my parents. I’m sure it was just an oversight on their part.” My palm settles on my lower abdomen as if that will settle the nausea that has taken up residence.

“Perhaps.” Skepticism creeps into her tone.

As soon as I disconnect the call, I hit Mom’s icon on the screen.

She picks up on the third ring. Already her voice is tinged with concern. “Hi, sweetie. We haven’t heard from you in a few days. Is everything good?”

I’m way too distraught to bother with pleasantries. “I don’t know. The school just called, and my tuition still hasn’t been paid.”

The statement is met with a deafening silence that only reconfirms this was in no way an oversight before she murmurs, “I should get your father.”

The faint prickling at the bottom of my belly turns into full-fledged pterodactyls attempting to wing their way to life. I don’t realize that the hand not holding my cell in a death grip has drifted to the middle of my chest to rub my scar.

There’s a brief shuffling of the phone before Dad clears his throat. I can already tell that whatever he has to say won’t be good. “Hey, Fallyn.”

Exhaustion fills his voice. And maybe something else.

Resignation.

Defeat.

Things I never expected to hear from him.

“Hi, Dad. Why wasn’t my tuition bill paid this semester?”

A heavy silence follows.

“We’ve been dealing with some financial issues. I was hoping they could be resolved, but in light of current events, that now seems unlikely.”

My face scrunches as I pop to my feet and pace the length of my room. “What kind of issues?”

“That dirty bastard Westerville staged a coup and forced me out of the company,” he bites out. Once his anger has been unleashed, there’s no putting it neatly back inside a box.

I stutter to a stop as my eyes widen. My heart stalls before slamming into overdrive beneath my breast. “A coup? When?”

“A few days before Christmas,” he says with a grunt.

What?

My tongue darts out to moisten parched lips as I swing around and stalk the length of my room. Even though I try to keep my voice level, it continues to escalate. “But that was weeks ago. I was home during the entire break, and you never said a word.”

In hindsight, I realize that he was absent most of the time, locked away in his home office. When he wasn’t there, he was preoccupied and grumpy. I didn’t think much about it because the holidays are always difficult.

Why would this one be any different?

“I spoke with my lawyer, hoping to overturn the decision or force him out on his ass instead, but there’s nothing I can do. The sneaky bastard went behind my back and turned everyone against me.” His voice rises with each word he spits out until I have to hold the phone away from my ear. “After everything that family has taken from us, he does something like this!”

Now doesn’t seem like the appropriate time to mention that he attempted to do the very same thing a few years ago. Their once-close relationship became tenuous after the accident and then downright hostile when Dad tried to force him out.

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Advertisement Love You Never (Western Wildcats Hockey #2) Read Online Jennifer Sucevic http://www.books2020.com/love-you-never-western-wildcats-hockey-2-read-online-jennifer-sucevic Thu, 14 Sep 2023 21:22:18 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/love-you-never-western-wildcats-hockey-2-read-online-jennifer-sucevic Genre: College, Forbidden, Sports Authors: Jennifer Sucevic Series: Western Wildcats Hockey Series by Jennifer Sucevic
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It all starts with a little game of truth or dare...

That was my first mistake. I've never been able to resist a dare and he damn well knows it. Trust me, I realize it's a personal flaw I need to work on.
My second mistake?
If I had to hazard a guess, I'd say it was when I agreed to a frenemies-with-benefits situation in order to get him out of my system once and for all.
The third one, just in case you're wondering, was in thinking this wouldn't explode in my face if I came up with a list of rules for us to follow.
1- This is in no way a relationship. It's strictly dickly.
2- No sleeping with other people while knocking boots.
3- Our situationship stays on the downlow
But then he tacked on one of his own- no getting myself off unless it's in front of him.
Oh...did I forget to mention that the guy in question is Ford Hamilton, my ex-stepbrother? The very same one who may or may not remain an ex for long.
There's only one thing left to say...
FML.

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Chapter One

Carina

“What the fuck are you doing here, Fischer?” a deep voice barks from behind us.

There’s no need to turn.

I know exactly who I’ll find.

It’s like I have a sixth sense where Ford Hamilton is concerned. And I absolutely hate it. If there were a way to douse the flames that spark to life whenever he’s in the vicinity, I’d do it in a heartbeat.

Maybe what’s needed is some voodoo. Or an exorcism. Something that will eradicate him from my thoughts once and for all.

An aggravated sigh escapes from me. I knew that inviting Justin to this party was a mistake. It was more of an accident. We ran into each other at the Union a couple days ago and he asked if I wanted to get together. When I mentioned the party, he offered to pick me up and voilà—here we are.

Justin’s jaw stiffens as he straightens to his full height, which is still a handful of inches shorter than my ex-stepbrother. It would be impossible not to compare the two guys when they’re squaring off. Justin is a baseball player and has a leaner build. Ford plays hockey. He’s chiseled and muscular. The way his biceps bulge…

It takes effort to suppress the little shiver that attempts to dance down my spine.

Don’t even go there, Carina. That’s exactly how you get yourself in trouble.

Every.

Single.

Time.

“I was invited.”

Ford glares at the other guy as he folds his arms across his chest. The movement makes his body look even broader. It’s enough to make my mouth turn cottony.

“Who the hell by?”

A well-known fact I should have taken into consideration is that hockey and baseball players mix about as well as oil and water. None of the athletic teams at Western really get along. Inevitably, everything devolves into a pissing match.

Trust me, it gets old fast.

It crossed my mind as I walked through the door five minutes ago with Justin in tow that this probably wasn’t the smartest idea. But by then, it was much too late to do anything about it. I’d hoped to avoid Ford for the night, but clearly that plan has backfired.

By the pissed-off expression darkening his face, I’d say it’s backfired spectacularly.

Clearly trying to get under Ford’s skin, Justin snakes an arm around me before flashing a smug smile. “Carina did.”

Ford’s lips peel back into a snarl before he pierces me with a steely look. If I weren’t made of such stern stuff, I’d be shaking in my Jimmy Choos. Voice turning frigid, he says, “This isn’t her party. Maybe you should do us all a favor and take off.”

Justin turns his head just enough to brush his lips across the side of my face. It’s like he’s trying to poke the bear. “Nah. Don’t think I will.”

The party is jampacked with people as the heavy beat of music reverberates off the walls of the house. With every second that ticks by, tension ratchets up until it turns suffocating.

My muscles tighten, anticipating that a fight will erupt any moment. That’s pretty much standard operating procedure at a hockey party. Hell, it would be odd if it didn’t happen.

Ford’s eyes darken as his expression turns thunderous. Just when it seems like he’ll totally lose his shit and throw the first punch, his gaze slices to mine and he grits out, “Can I talk to you outside?”

Heat stings my cheeks as people swivel their heads in our direction, trying to figure out what’s going on. Even though fights break out regularly, no one wants to miss having a front-row seat.

I scowl, silently willing him to let this go. “Is that really necessary?”

“Yeah, it is.” His gaze stays locked on mine as he jerks his head toward the back door. “Let’s go.”

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Advertisement Hate You Always (Western Wildcats Hockey #1) Read Online Jennifer Sucevic http://www.books2020.com/hate-you-always-western-wildcats-hockey-1-read-online-jennifer-sucevic Sun, 11 Jun 2023 19:41:31 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/hate-you-always-western-wildcats-hockey-1-read-online-jennifer-sucevic Genre: Contemporary, New Adult, Sports Authors: Jennifer Sucevic Series: Western Wildcats Hockey Series by Jennifer Sucevic
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It all starts with a bucket list and a romance novel…
I’ve known Ryder McAdams my entire life. We’re neighbors and our families are besties. He’s also friends and teammates with my younger brother, Maverick.
But Ryder and me?
We’ve never been close. In fact, I’ve always gotten the distinct impression he doesn’t like me very much. He goes out of his way to ignore me.
Know what makes it worse?
The electricity that hums in the air every time our gazes collide. It sizzles through my body until I feel it in the tips of my fingers and toes. Whoever said that you can’t control who you’re attracted to was, unfortunately, right.
I’ve done my best to stomp it out.
We’ve been at Western for three years and only come in contact when forced to interact. He’s busy partying it up and getting it on with his fangirl club. I’ve spent most of my college experience studying at the library so I can apply to the med school of my choice.
One drunken night changes everything when Ryder takes me home and finds the bucket list I wrote before freshman year.
Know how many things I’ve ticked off since then?
Zero. Zilch. Nada.
For some strange reason, Ryder decides he’ll be the one to help tackle each item before graduation.
That would be all fine and good, except there’s some pretty schmexy stuff on there…
Like the big O.

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CHAPTER 1

JULIETTE

“I had a really good time tonight,” Aaron says, gaze pinned to mine with an intensity that has me wanting to take a quick step in retreat.

Instead, I force a smile. “Yeah. Me, too.”

It’s not a total lie. I did have a good time. But that’s all it was—good. Kind of like when we study together at the library or grab coffee at the Roasted Bean before class.

He glances away and shoves both hands into the pockets of his perfectly pressed khakis. “I hope we can do this again.” There's a pause before he tacks on, “Soon.”

I’m treated to a long, soulful stare that leaves me feeling borderline uncomfortable.

Yeah…I’m pretty sure that’s not in the cards for us.

Aaron is nice.

Really nice.

Super-duper nice.

There’s just no spark between us.

I’m searching for that elusive little tingle you get at the bottom of your tummy whenever you're near that person or even catch a glimpse of them from across a crowded room. It’s the kind of irrepressible energy that sizzles in the air, charging it until drawing a full breath into your lungs feels impossible.

No matter how much I might wish otherwise, Aaron and I just don’t generate that kind of chemistry.

There's only one person—

No.

I take a deep breath, slamming the door closed on those thoughts.

What I feel for that guy isn’t attraction.

It's irritation.

Annoyance.

Aggravation.

Trust me, if you gave me enough time, I could come up with a laundry list of descriptive words that start with a vowel.

I blink back to awareness, only to realize that Aaron is patiently awaiting a response.

Oh, right. He wants to do this again.

As I open my mouth to let him down gently, the words stick in my throat. The last thing I want to do is lead him on, but at the same time, I don't want to hurt him either. What I need to do is strike the perfect balance. We have several pre-med classes together this semester. If I’m sick and can’t attend class, Aaron is the one who catches me up to speed and makes sure I have all the notes.

They’re usually color coded and placed in order of importance.

If there’s been one lesson learned this evening, it’s that I should avoid dating guys I see on a daily basis.

As Carina, my roommate, would say—don’t shit where you eat.

She’s right about that.

He inches closer. “If you’re in agreement, I’d like to move this relationship forward. I like you, Juliette.” He glances away briefly before his muddy-colored eyes refocus on me with a mixture of heat and intensity. “I’m probably getting a little ahead of myself here, but I think we could be a real power couple. We share similar aspirations—both of us have set our sights on furthering our studies in medicine and becoming physicians. I've never found someone who fits so perfectly into my five- and ten-year plan. It’s almost like we were made for one another."

My eyes widen as a garbled sound escapes from me.

A little ahead of himself?

Five- and ten-year plan?

We’ve been out precisely three times, and the chances of there being a fourth have dwindled to the single digits.

I need to tell him that this—whatever he thinks this is—isn't going to happen. “Aaron...”

He perks up and sways closer. “Yeah?”

There’s so much hope and expectation packed into that one word.

Argh.

Why does this have to be so difficult?

The problem is that he really is a nice guy. And what he said is absolutely true, we do have a lot in common. It’s the reason I talked myself into giving him another chance.

And then a third.

There are a lot of douchey guys at this school who are only interested in sleeping with a chick before moving onto the next warm body. Sometimes within the span of the same evening. They don't have five- or ten-year plans that involve one specific girl. They don't even have twenty-four-hour plans that involve the same female.

So, when you happen to find a guy who has the opposite mindset, you need to take the time to delve deep and really get to know him before tossing him back into the wild for someone else to snap up.

“I had a nice time, too,” I say carefully.

“Good.” The tension filling his narrow shoulders drains as he beams in relief.

Aaron has a wiry build. His limbs are long and lean, much like a runner. Unlike some of the football or hockey players that strut around campus with their muscles on display as if they’re god’s gift to the female species.

Ugh. They seem to be everywhere.

As I stare into his earnest eyes, I make a last ditch effort to convince myself that he’s exactly the type of guy I’m attracted to.

Deep down, in a place I’m loath to acknowledge, I know it’s a lie.

Carina, damn her, would also tell me that the worst lies are the ones we tell ourselves.

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