Seriously Pucked


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 1. Ryker
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 2. Emma
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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 26. Emma
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 Epilogue
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 About The Author
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 Also By Frances Everly
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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 Wishing On Snowflakes
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 Wishing on Snowflakes Prologue
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 Wishing on Snowflakes Chapter One
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 Wishing on Snowflakes Chapter Two
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 Wishing on Snowflakes Chapter Three
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 Seriously Pucked
 
 Frances Everly
 
 
 
 
 
 
 Copyright Copyright © [2022] by [Frances Everly] All rights reserved. No portion of this book may be reproduced in any form without written permission from the publisher or author, except as permitted by U.S. copyright law. Cover Photography by Golden Czermak/Furious Fotog Chapter one Ryker “Jones!” Coach shouted as I passed his office on my way to the locker room. “Uh oh, looks like someone’s about to get in trouble,” Greg, the team’s centre and my best friend teased. “What did you do this time?” I shrugged. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m as innocent as the pure, driven snow,” I joked. Everyone knew I was the furthest thing from innocence. I was always pulling crazy stunts, and Greg had even helped with a few since they had traded us to the same team last year. New York didn’t like cowboys, so they traded me to Montana for a player that could follow orders. I was happy to oblige them when I heard that Greg was also being traded to the Stallions. We’d grown up playing hockey together in Sweetwater, Montana, and were as thick as thieves in high school. So naturally, playing on the same Professional Hockey League team was a dream come true. “Jones!” Coach Germano shouted, louder this time. “In my office. Now!” “Man, what did you do?” Greg whispered, his face blanching this time. By the sound of Coach’s voice, it was serious. “I have no idea,” I replied. “I’m not sure I want to find out.” “It’s about time,” Coach grumbled. He was a burly man with thick black hair and a middle-aged waistline. His meaty arms crossed over his chest as he leaned against his desk, staring at the board with the latest plays outlined on them. The coach was an old-fashioned man who liked to have hard copies of all his plays. He didn’t trust technology that could easily get hacked or crash at a moment’s notice. “What’s up, Coach?” I asked, trying to sound more confident than I felt about the situation. “It’s been brought to my attention that you’ve been up to those pranks of yours again,” he turned his attention to stare straight at me with icy blue eyes that I swear could see clear through to my soul. It was unnerving to be on the wrong side of that gaze. Maybe that’s part of what made him such an excellent coach. He had a reputation for rehabilitating troubled players, not that I was one. I didn’t do drugs or drink excessively. But I did like a good prank. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” the blood drained from my face. How could he know it was me? Did someone tattle on me about the saran wrap in the showers? Or the water in the sticks? “You don’t huh?” Coach arched a pointed brow. He had a way of making me feel like a kid in a minor league again. I hated that feeling. “No