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Bad Pucking Influence
By Michele Lenard

Colorado Bulldogs, Book 2

Thor meets Tony Hawk in this comedic, low-angst/high spice MM romance about a serious hockey goalie who is drawn out of his shell by a bratty skateboarder, a dare involving cake, and a lesson in how to use joysticks-for video games of course.

On the surface, I’ve got it all. I’m the starting goalie and Captain of the Colorado Bulldogs hockey team. I’ve got more money than I know what to do with. I can count an entire team of elite athletes as my friends. And according to the pundits, I’m an eligible bachelor.

That’s the image everyone sees, but it’s just a role I play. A part dictated by my career. I have to be just as perfect off the ice as I am on it since everything I do reflects on my team in some way or another. So, those questions I have about why I don’t crave sexual contact the way my teammates do–questions I’m afraid to ask with the world watching… I decided a long time ago it didn’t make sense to look for answers until after I retire.

Then I ran into him.

Tripp is loud, obnoxious, and full of confidence. Some people find his sass off-putting, but not me. I find it intriguing, and I admire his ability to be himself, consequences be damned. Apparently, I also admire the way he looks, since my eyes seem to linger on him longer than they should, and when he sets his sights on me…

Waiting for retirement to explore who I am seems like too big a sacrifice, so when Tripp offers to help me answer some of those questions about myself, I jump.

I’m tired of pretending to be Mr. Perfect… Tripp and his playboy antics might be just the thing I need to figure out who I am outside of hockey. The only problem is, everyone–including our mutual friends–see him as a bad pucking influence.

Bad Pucking Influence is a low-angst, high-spice MM romance featuring a hockey player and a brat, not a hockey book featuring a romance. Fans of bratty playboys and gentle giants will enjoy this light-hearted, steamy yet touching love story.

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“You can leave your board here if you want,” Xander offers as we cut through the house to the front door. “Then you’ve always got one to ride.”

“Dorothy stays with me at all times.” I drop my prized possession on the ground and hop on, riding in small circles on the drive as I wait for Noah to lead the way. He gives the guys a final nod and starts walking toward the street while I zigzag back and forth behind him.

“Dorothy?” He casts a curious glance in my direction.

“Wizard of Oz. I always figured she should’ve had a skateboard instead of red heels on that yellow brick road.”

“You’re a fan of ‘The Wizard of Oz?’”

“The old lady who raised me loved it.” I glide up next to him and put my hand on his shoulder, so he pulls me along without me having to push. He doesn’t even break stride, like it’s perfectly natural for him to be my engine, which makes my chest do that weird zinging thing again.

“You call your mom, old lady?”   

“I call the old lady who raised me old lady. I call my mom… Actually, I don’t call her anything.” It’s been years since I even said the word mom, and I’m not sure why I did it just now. I’d rather not think on that too hard.

“I’m sorry. When did she pass?”

“I don’t know if she has.” I rock my weight back and forth so the board weaves slightly as it moves forward. “This would be a good training exercise for you and Niko. Jogging while you pull Xander and I on our boards. I think you should add it to your morning routine.”

Usually, I’m much more subtle at changing the topic of conversation, but to his credit Noah doesn’t dwell on that. “Hockey players shouldn’t train near anything on wheels. That’s a broken ankle waiting to happen.”

“Why haven’t you pushed me away, then?”

“You’d just come right back.”

I put my free hand over my heart. “You get me. You know what that means?”

He darts a nervous gaze in my direction. “Uh, what?”

“It means I’m not going to forget about the thin walls comment you made about road trips earlier. I need details.”

He shakes his head. “You heard Niko. Team rules.”

“There’s no need to use names or anything, just let me live vicariously through their sexscapades. Are there any threesomes? Foursomes? Orgies?”

“You know all those guys are straight, right?” He arches a blond brow.

“Since we aren’t using names, I can pretend we’re talking about men only.”

“Why do you need to live vicariously? Aren’t you like…active?”

I bark out a laugh, both because his attempt to be polite is adorable, and because he couldn’t be further from the truth. I used to be active. Lately, the chase has been more exciting than the kill, but since I’m chasing a straight man, or a man who thinks he’s straight—jury’s still out—the only action my dick has seen recently is from my hand. I can’t admit that, though. Not without inviting questions I’m pretty sure Noah’s not ready to have answered.

“I’m flattered you think so highly of me, but I bet gorgeous hockey players have a better orgy game than little ole me.”

“You think you aren’t hot enough for orgies?” Oh my god, he actually looks confused by that. I knew he thinks I’m hot.

“Please,” I scoff. “My bank account isn’t big enough. So, what are we talking about? How crazy does it get?”

“I’ve never heard orgies. Threesomes, but not more than that. Not that I know of.”

“You’ve heard? Um, you’re orgy material yourself, how come you’ve only heard what’s going on?” Noah’s body is built for mischief, so if he’s not getting into any, I think I’ll be disappointed. Or validated in my growing suspicion that he’s not as straight as he thinks.

“I’m the captain, so I can’t really encourage…that.” He waves his hand, so he doesn’t have to use his words, which makes me want to push him a little further. What can I say? I live for this shit.

“So, you’re like the daddy of the team?” It takes about two seconds for the red to spread from his neck to his face. “You know,” I lower my voice, “daddies should get to have fun too.”

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About the Author

Michele is a tomboy who writes contemporary romance (usually sports themed) that is both sweet and steamy. Her goal is to make you fan your face as you wipe a tear from your eye. Her books are part of a series but there are no cliffhangers so each can be read as a standalone. When she isn’t reading or writing she enjoys the outdoors, something that pops up in her books from time to time.

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