Genre: Contemporary Romance, Sports Romance (Hockey)
Book Length (Est.): 175 Pages
He’ll do whatever it takes to get her against the boards…
Sidelined by a potentially career-ending injury, the only thing hockey player Ryan Douglas should be thinking about is recovery. But after sharing a near death experience and a night of passion with a spunky brunette, the only thing on his mind is five and a half feet of sexy sarcasm. And he’ll do whatever it takes to get her back in his bed–even if it means playing dirty.
Chloe Jacobs is done with fairytales. And men. She’s kissed her share of frogs and what’s it gotten her? Dumped by text–again. Determined to eighty-six illusions of romance and prove she’s more than just a good-time girl, the last thing she needs is a pushy, arrogant hockey player testing her resolve. Especially one who’s sinfully good with his hands and thinks date-by-blackmail is a perfectly acceptable social convention.
Ryan wants to play games? Fine by her, but this is one faceoff he’s going to lose.
*I received an ARC of this book free from Barclay Publicity in exchange for an honest review*
After getting stood up via text Chloe decides she’s done with men. It was a resolution that didn’t even last the night. Of course she blames the highly emotional situation she was put into and the sexy lumberjack she put into it with.
“Take them off. For the love of God, I’m begging you.”
“That’s not begging, princess.” He raised an eyebrow, looking right into her frustrated eyes. “If you were begging, you’d have said please.”
Ryan was instantly attracted to the fiery woman who wanted the last lime in the store, the one he’d just so happened to get first. He’d tormented her over it, because for some reason her sass drove him wild.
One night, that’s all it was supposed to be. Then they end up crossing paths and since Ryan doesn’t believe in coincidences he’ll stop and nothing to get her to go out with him…even resorting to a little blackmail. Chloe may have been thinking about him ever since that night, but when she finds out he’s a jock it just adds to the many reasons for her to run the other way. Damn him and his blackmailing ultimatum.
“Son-of-a-bitching-god-damn-mother-freaking-karma!” Chloe swore, throwing her hands in the air and rolling her eyes at the ceiling. “Can’t I get a break for once night? In case you haven’t noticed, I’ve been on my best behavior.”
She wants friendship and sex. Incredibly hot and ruined for any other man kind of sex. He wants more, but will have to knock down her walls before she’ll even consider it. The thing is that once those walls fall, Chloe’s heart will be more susceptible to pain and betrayal. To hell with Page 6! Thank goodness Ryan has a friend who can help set the record straight.
Once Upon A Power Play is a fun and sweet story. Between Chloe’s mouth, which I absolutely loved, and Ryan’s knack of persuasion it drew me in and kept me entertained. Opposites definitely attracted in this one and it made it all the more enjoyable.
My Favorite Laughable Moment: The poor Santa incident. Chloe worked so hard to make everything perfect and the most important part of the party didn’t go as planned. Thank goodness Ryan was there to save the day.
Yep, I love Chloe’s mouth!
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“Hey! That’s mine!”
Ryan Douglas froze in his tracks, slowly turning around to find a tiny, pissed off brunette glaring at him with one hand on her hip and the other hugging a gallon-sized jug of margarita mix. “Excuse me?”
“The lime,” she said, nodding her head and enunciating each word as if he might not speak English. “I saw it first.”
It was impossible to suppress the grin that spread over his face. Was she serious? His gaze raked over her, taking in the fancy upsweep of her dark hair and the lacey gold dress—if you could call it that—that revealed more than it covered peeking out from under her unbuttoned coat. The furry brown boots climbing halfway to her bare knees? Those he could do without, but the rest was pretty damn sexy. There wasn’t a winter coat around that could hide those curves. She had the kind of body a man could sink his teeth into. And he. Was. Ravenous.
“Like what you see?” She raised her brow and hooked a thumb over her shoulder. “The meat department is two aisles over.”
He laughed, and it was an honest-to-God, full-on belly laugh. She was a fiery little thing. But that didn’t mean he was giving her the lime. Maybe if she’d asked nicely. But with that attitude? It’d be a cold day in hell.
“Last I heard, possession is nine-tenths of the law.” He tossed the lime in the air and caught it with his right hand. She glared at him, and for a moment he thought she’d kick him in the balls with her big furry boots. He was being an ass, but she wasn’t exactly Miss Manners herself. Besides, it was the most fun he’d had all day. Which spoke volumes about his shitty afternoon, most of which had been spent getting his ass kicked by a sadistic physical therapist. His leg hurt like hell, but he’d tough it out. He had no other choice if he wanted to salvage his career.
The brunette rolled her eyes, the dark irises shimmering like black coffee under the soft glow of the overhead lights. “It’s not my fault you have inhumanly long lumberjack arms.” The smirk that followed told him yes, she was in fact referring to his worn flannel shirt.
Typical self-important New York princess, judging him by something so superficial. Not that he gave a fuck what she thought, but man, what he wouldn’t give to wipe that little grin off her heart-shaped face. And with years of experience antagonizing his two older sisters, he had a pretty good idea of how to do it. He waved the lime in front of her again, wondering if she’d try to make a play for it. Not that she could get her hands on it if he didn’t want her to. He towered over her by nearly a foot, and his reflexes were pretty damn good. “Princess, I wouldn’t give you this lime if you got down on your knees and begged, but if it means that much to you, you’re welcome to give it a go.”