Double Pucked: A Roomies-to-Lovers Hockey Romance

CONTENTS About The Book Did you know? My Hockey Romance Book #1 1. The Dog Ate My Underwear Two Weeks Later 2. She Likes Both 3. Sex Meat 4. Total Baller Move 5. Tell Us Everything 6. Lick Shoot Suck 7. Orgasm Matchmakers 8. An Everything Bagel 9. The Sharing Loophole 10. Secret up My Sleeves 11. My Pancake Era 12. A Housewarming Present 13. A Visit from the Dragon 14. A Secret Nerd 15. The T Word 16. Boss Babe 17. Open Wide 18. Life Kink 19. A Gift from the Hockey Guys 20. Good Morning to Me 21. My Digital Stylist 22. The Girlfriend Issue 23. Toys, Toys, Toys 24. A Rule for a Rule 25. A New Pact 26. Morning Wood 27. The Shirtless Chefs 28. Flip Flop 29. The Page-Turner Club 30. Five Chili Peppers 31. Our Private Date 32. Queen Move 33. How Do You Do 34. Hook, Line, and Sinker 35. Bad Luck Charm 36. Dress Handkerchief 37. I’m the Dick 38. Didn’t See That Coming 39. It’s Complicated 40. What if it Does? 41. The Big If 42. Book Boyfriend Move 43. The Band’s Back Together Again 44. At the Same Time? Epilogue Another Epilogue Excerpt - Most Valuable Playboy Be A Lovely Acknowledgments More Books by Lauren Contact DOUBLE PUCKED LAUREN BLAKELY ABOUT THE BOOK When I discover my boyfriend is cheating on me, I move out right away taking what I love most – my dog. As I fly out the door, I make sure to swipe the thing my ex loves best. The VIP tickets he won to a hockey game, complete with the chance to spend an evening with the city’s two biggest NHL stars. I can’t wait to snap selfies with my ex’s idols and rub it in his face. Except, when I head out with the two hockey studs, they have something else in mind besides sweet revenge. Would I like to spend the night…with both of them? Talk about the VIP experience. That’s what I get for one knee-weakening, sheet-grabbing night. In the morning, I plan to return to my bestie’s house to crash on her couch with my dog. But when they learn what happened with my awful ex, they ask me to be their temporary roomie for the week. Oh, and one of them needs my help with his grumpy reputation. The other? Well, he wants me to be his fake date at an upcoming wedding. Looks like I’m about to get double pucked. Again. DID YOU KNOW? To be the first to find out when all of my upcoming books go live click here! PRO TIP: Add [email protected] to your contacts before signing up to make sure the emails go to your inbox! Did you know this book is also available in audio and paperback on all major retailers? Go to my website for links! To all the girls who dare to dream–big, dirty, filthy, fabulous dreams! With gratitude to Dr. Hunter Finn for his Valentine’s Day video. MY HOCKEY ROMANCE BOOK #1 AN MFM ROOMIES-TO-LOVERS SPICY HOCKEY ROM-COM By Lauren Blakely 1 THE DOG ATE MY UNDERWEAR Trina Let me state for the record—I love my dog madly. This little stinker of a Min Pin mix is my baby, with his three legs, slobbery kisses, and burrow-under-my-covers-and-snuggle-all-night soul. But there’s one thing I don’t love about my dog, Nacho. He eats my underwear. You’d think a four-foot-high hamper with a lid that shuts would deter him. You’d be dead wrong. As a hockey game blasts on the TV next to him, the twenty pounds of trouble lounges in his cuddler cup, licking his naughty lips without an ounce of remorse, the spoils of our lingerie war in his paws. Again. “Seriously? Did you have to make them crotchless?” I ask as I bend down to grab the panty leftovers. He doesn’t even have the decency to look guilty. Just wags his tail. Too adorably. Gingerly, I pluck the remains of my pink polka-dot boy shorts from his pervy paws while my boyfriend Jasper shouts at the TV, “Are you kidding me? That was cross-checking.” With an outrage only known to the species of rabid sports fans who wear jerseys of other men, Jasper jumps up from the couch, barking at the refs, telling them they’re blind, he’s going to give them a piece of his mind when he goes to the game later this month, and blah, blah, blah. It’s just hockey. Who cares? Well, besides Jasper, though caring is an understatement to describe how he feels about hockey. Come to think of it, so is the word obsessed. With the half-eaten undies in hand, I walk behind the couch, not in front of it, so I don’t block his view as I head to the trash bin. I don’t dare disturb him during a hockey bout. Or match. Or whatever it is the guys on screen are doing with sticks and ice and stuff. “Guess I’ll be shopping for new panties later today,” I say to myself as I drop the remains of my dignity in the garbage bin. “What, babe?” Jasper calls out, and that must mean there’s a cross-checking time-out. Is that a thing? Who knows? As a jingle about chicken wings with burn-your-tongue-off hot sauce plays from the TV, I answer him, “The dog ate my panties again. I’m going to go shopping for new ones. He went on a tear this week.” “Oh, could you get thongs this time? Those are hot.” That’d be a hard no. “I don’t want to floss my ass all day long at the bookstore.” “But you’d look so good in them,” he says in his sexy baby pretty please voice. “You could wear one when we use those VIP tix later this month.” Ugh. Don’t remind me. One of my life goals is to avoid ever going to a sporting event. Naturally, I had to fall for a sports junkie. But