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Hotshot
By Lane Hayes

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The Elmwood Stories, Book 5

The rookie superstar, the desperate cowboy, and a naughty proposition…

Denny

The press calls me this year’s hotshot, the rookie who scores at will and conjures plays out of thin air. Truth is…I’m a PR nightmare. Seriously. Ask my agent.

My anxiety is off the charts. I can’t talk to the media without breaking into a cold sweat, but once I get through the season, I can regroup at home. Life is simpler in Vermont.

Well, not anymore. There’s a new cowboy in town. Literally, a cowboy. At least, Hank looks like one—he owns a horse, wears a hat, and did I mention he’s hot?

And get this…he has a proposition for me.

Hank

Proposition is a strong word. I prefer to call this a mutually beneficial arrangement. See, I could use Denny’s help with a family business venture, and though I was planning to offer cash, the jock has a sexier idea.

Not gonna lie, I’m interested.

This could be a fun distraction while I’m stuck in Elmwood. Nice enough place, however, the locals are wary of an outsider taking over the neighboring mill. Long story short…they don’t trust me. But they love their hometown hockey hero.

I get it.

I’ve never met anyone like Denny—skittish in street clothes and a feral beast with cunning instincts on the ice. He’s fascinating, sexy, smart, and—

Whoa! I’m not falling for the hotshot rookie. No way, no how, no chance…

Too late.

Hotshot is an MM bisexual, age-gap, small town romance featuring a hotshot rookie, a sexy cowboy, and a proposition that changes everything.

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I speared a bite of omelet and darted a sideways glance at Denny, cradling a cup next to me. “I think the poster of you on the side of the diner is twice the size of my cowboy billboard. Just sayin’.”

“No way. Yours is huge.”

“Why, thank you,” I teased.

He snorted and lowered his voice. “I love these people, but the celebration stuff is over-the-top. I mean, we lost. I shouldn’t be celebrating at all.”

I kicked his shin lightly. “Don’t be a buzzkill. You’re a lucky dude. No one ever named a hamburger after me.”

“Too bad. Hank’s hamburger rolls off the tongue.”

“True.” I took another bite of omelet. “Happy to be home?”

“You have no idea.” He sighed. “It always takes a few days to acclimate, but I’m looking forward to doing absolutely nothing.”

“Really? I can think of a few things I’d like to do with you…and to you,” I whispered.

Denny choked on his coffee, casting a wicked glare at me as soon as he could breathe again.

“Not here. Geez, this is harder than I thought it would be. I wish I could…touch you,” he admitted softly.

I rested my calf against his. “You will.”

His lips parted and his nostrils flared. Of course, my dick noticed. Before I could say anything clever like, “Fuck breakfast, let me eat you,” Dierdre showed up with his scramble.

Denny cleared his throat and thanked her, setting a napkin on his lap…possibly to hide his own boner situation.

We ate in companionable silence for a few minutes, legs pressed inconspicuously.

Don’t ask why, but the innocent contact felt as intimate as holding hands. It made me less stabby about the constant interruptions: autographs, more selfies and congratulations. It was a lot of one-sided “You’re the best” speeches that were probably really gratifying to be on the receiving end of, but damn, I couldn’t wait to have Denny Mellon to myself.

I wanted to lick his muscular, sexy body from head to toe, trace the planes and valleys of his abs with the tip of my tongue, suck his balls, lift his legs over my shoulders and taste him while he begged me for things we hadn’t done yet.

I fucking burned for the hockey boy. Yep, I was hard and horny. I was also stuck at a diner counter in a wholesome town with a stiff cock and a head full of pornolicious thoughts, unsure how to make a graceful exit without scandalizing the masses and earning an unflattering new nickname.

The Bone, Stiffy, Woody Cunningham?

Meh, fuck it. I paid for my breakfast, brushing against Denny’s arm as I stood, mumbling a barely intelligible good-bye.

Head down, I moved to the exit, my fingers flying across my cell screen. I read my text once and pushed Send.

See you at my place. Hurry the fuck up.

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About the Author:

Lane Hayes lives in sunny Southern California with her amazing husband, who thankfully doesn’t mind cooking, and their fabulous fox red Labrador, George, who’s pure mischief. Both provide oodles of inspiration for the low-angst, humorous books Lane loves to write.

She’s been telling stories about sexy, funny, sometimes geeky and quirky men who find love for a dozen years now and loving every minute. In her previous life, she sat at a desk and dealt with numbers, so yes…romance is much more satisfying!

Lane loves tea, travel, and chocolate…in any order. Add a book and she’s set!

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