Shiver

SHIVER FOR PUCK’S SAKE BOOK I CREA REITAN dragon fire fantasy CONTENTS One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven Twelve Thirteen Fourteen Fifteen Sixteen Seventeen Eighteen Nineteen Twenty Twenty-One Twenty-Two Twenty-Three Twenty-Four Twenty-Five Twenty-Six Twenty-Seven Twenty-Eight Twenty-Nine Thirty Thirty-One Thirty-Two Thirty-Three Thirty-Four Thirty-Five Thirty-Six Want More Rake and Egon? Author’s Note and Acknowledgments Books by Crea Reitan Knotty & Sweet Omegaverse The Harem Project For Puck’s Sake Where To Find Me About the Author Thank You Shiver For Puck’s Sake | Book 1 Copyright © 2023 by Amber Reitan writing as Crea Reitan www.facebook.com/LadyCreaAuthor Cover Copyright © 2023 Rebeca Covers Editing by Chaotic Creatives All Rights Reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations for review purposes. This is a work of fiction - all characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, places, or events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author. Dragon Fire Fantasy, Inc. [email protected] ISBN: ASIN: B0BZT1FYMV Version 2023.05.16- E.NA Created with Vellum Welcome to my world of MM hockey romance. This has been a long time coming. For months, I have been obsessed with reading MM sports romances, specifically hockey. Since my very first, I’ve simply been dying to write my own. If you’re familiar with my writing, you know that I write polyamorous romance (whychoose) with a lot of different relationships all within the family group. Especially over the last year, I’ve had to pre-empt my books with ‘this story is heavy MM’ because my main characters were not strictly female. I’m not new to writing MM at all, except that this is my very first strictly MM book! So I was very excited to begin this journey. As with all my books, what I write isn’t going to ever be ‘typical’ and what you’d expect in any trope. I like my twists and turns. Because I’m writing contemporary (which is incredibly weird for me), these might not always be as apparent as they are in my paranormal work. I will say that I am a new hockey fan so please forgive any mistakes or liberties I may have taken in the hockey sections. If you’re so inclined and feel like you need to correct me on something, you can reach out to me or one of my PAs via email or socials (links in back of this book). ONE RAKESH Not for the first time today, my focus wavers. While I should be grading papers, I’m staring absently outside. The fall weather looks the same as any other time of year. At least, in the last six years, that’s what it feels like to me. Rubbing my eyes, I look back down at the stack of papers. Grading undergraduate physics I students was the least exciting thing. I could likely grade every third one with a B, throw in a random A, fail 20%, and give the rest an average C and I’d be accurate in my assessment. This class was like every other year. Every other course. Being a teacher’s assistant while I finish my last year of graduate studies is, well, dull as fuck. Sure, it’s this or research but I thought that I’d give myself a boost and go with something mindless so I can spend the rest of my time focusing my attention on my studies. Except that I’m not focusing on shit. “Rake.” Glancing up, I watch through shrewd eyes as Felicia Fowler-Fausett walks into the office we share. While her graduate studies are different from mine, we both took up TA positions as opposed to research. She likely came to the same conclusion I had. “Felicia,” I return. She drops her messenger bag next to her desk and sits in the chair. Not for the first time I try to determine if she’s considered objectively attractive. Her hair is long, brown, straight, and she does nothing with it. She wears glasses but they aren’t big and gaudy like I see many science majors wearing. She’s not overly thin or thick, about average height. Her eyes look a little lifeless and dull to me. Turning back to my papers, I determine that I definitely can’t determine whether a woman is attractive since they’re simply not to me. I don’t even have the ability to appreciate anything about their bodies. I simply lack the facility to see them as attractive. Maybe I’m broken. Raising a brow, I find that I’m not actually looking at the papers, but staring outside. Again. Frustrated, I close my eyes. When I open them, I see my uncle heading toward the arena. At first, I thought it might be weird attending school on the same campus where my uncle works but as it turns out, it’s rather nice. We occasionally have lunch together. I get free tickets to his games, and in turn, he has a precious three of my cards left for when one of his favorite athletes is failing beyond help and needs a miracle. He disappears behind a big tree and out of sight as my attention wanders again. Sighing in frustration, I gather the papers that I need to grade and stuff them into my bag. Felicia’s watching me as I shut my laptop with a snap. “You okay?” she asks. I was pretty sure the girl had been flirting with me until she realized that I didn’t swing that way. The first time she offered to help me relieve my frustration and stress, I must have given her a horrified look. Thankfully, she burst out laughing. “Ah, never mind,” she’d told me. I haven’t had the misfortune to deal with that again. However, she still asks me if there’s anything she can do to help my stress. I’m inclined