I’m having the definition of a bad year.
Game Six loss costing my team the Cup? Check.
Getting arrested and ruining my image? Check.
Almost getting run over after my car breaks down? Oh, look—a hat trick.My contract is up with the Carolina Comets this year, and I need to get it together if I want to stay with the team.
I need relaxation, not a relationship.
But when I’m scrolling on a dating app and stumble across the pretty girl who almost ran me over, I know I can’t let her walk away this time.
Harper is funny, smart, and doesn’t care about hockey.
I’m not supposed to be focusing on anything other than my career, yet I can’t get Harper off my mind.
I know I shouldn’t fall for her…but I think I already have.
PUCK SHY is a standalone hockey romantic comedy. It’s good, low angst fun with some hot hockey players.
Oh my god – I love Collin’s Note!!
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Harper,
You are currently sleeping (and snoring, which totally isn’t annoying at all *side eyes you*) and I’m sitting here watching you like a total creep. Knowing you and your love of all things horror, you’d probably think it was hot. (We really do need to have a serious talk about this.)
Hot or not (totally not), I can’t seem to stop. I can’t seem to stop because I can’t believe that you’re mine.
Who would have thought that? Not me. Not after the way that we first met. I thought after that night you’d be gone for good and I would never see you again.
But you’re not gone. You’re here. You’re here and you’re mine, and I’m yours.
I can’t believe that in just a few short months you’re going to be my wife and I’ll be your husband. I can’t believe that I get to spend forever with you.
And in case you’re wondering, yes, I am saying all of these sweet things right now because when you wake up and realize that I ate your donut, you’re going to murder me.
I just want you to know it’s not my fault. There were two chocolate donuts right next to each other, and I didn’t know which was which. And yeah, sure, I could have stopped eating when I realized that it wasn’t, in fact, my donut, but I mean… It’s so good. Can you blame me?
I’m sorry, okay? I still got your coffee though. Well, most of your coffee I did take a sip (fine…more than a sip) out of that too. How come you never told me lavender in coffee was so amazing? So that one’s not my fault either. It’s yours.
Just like it’s your fault that I fell in love with you.
(And yes, I’m back to the sweet shit, in hopes that you’ll forgive me. Is it working?)
Thank you for taking the risk.
Love You More,
Hockey Guy
(Or, ya know, just Collin)
P.S. You’re sleep singing again and it’s still terrible. But I still love you.
I’m a Missouri-raised gal, but currently live in South Carolina with my Marine veteran husband. I spend my days begging him for a cat, and I survive off coffee, pizza, and sarcasm. When I’m not writing, you can find me binge-watching various TV shows, especially Supernatural and One Tree Hill. I like cold weather, buy more paperbacks than I’ll ever read, and I never say no to brownies.
Q: What Book Boyfriend do you want to be your Valentine this year?
A: Noah Slade from Throttled by Lauren Asher